I’m feeling so blessed right now. Things are getting so much better. Ollie is not screaming ALL the time anymore. He’s finally beginning to feel right with the world. He no longer acts like he wants to climb back into the womb. He looks around and he smiles and he loves his Momma (and Daddy and big sister Kenzie too)! It’s amazing the changes that happen in 7 weeks.
Mackenzie is such a sweet, loving little girl. She’s no longer just my little girl, she’s my little friend.
And Darren is…………….Darren. He’s so supportive and patient and he puts up with so much of my crap. The early months of parenthood are so stressful and can really take a toll on your relationship. He said something to me last night that rang so true “It’s not always about you.” Which I know this, I’m not an overly selfish person. I think I give so much to my kids that I sometimes neglect Darren because I don’t[ have anything left and I know he’ll be there, he’s my rock. It’s just so hard to balance everything when you’re exhausted all the time. Sorry I’m rambling. I just hope he knows how much I do appreciate him.
Anyways……..I’ll leave you all with some pictures.
Damn we make beautiful babies.
So our family isn’t the only thing growing. It only took one 3 hour car trip with my knees scrunched up to my chin because of the new car seat in the back seat for us to break down and buy a bigger vehicle. If we were smart and practical we would have bought a minivan, but neither one of us was willing to do it. So we traded in Darren’s car for this:
Let’s have a moment of silence for Darren, he had to trade in his beloved WRX.
On the home front. Kenzie’s cute:
And Ollie screams so much I think I’m losing my mind.
Check out his hospital picture!
We’re home and doing great! Kenzie is the best big sis ever.
More pictures to come.
11:15 contractions start.
No real pain yet. For some reason I think that’s going to change real soon!
10:20 here comes the pitocin.
I wonder how long until I’m swearing.
High blood pressure + big baby = induction
Wish me luck!
I’ve been in labor for over a week it seems. I’m still pregnant and I really don’t have anything to say to anyone until this baby is OUT.
My Mom is back in the hospital. After a fall, a few shocks from the defibrillator, and an ambulance ride she was right back where she left off less than a week ago.
I spent a lot of time on Saturday just staring at the heart monitor. I’ll never get the image out of my head. Thankfully it stayed steady at 60 beats per minute for the whole time I was there. Last week it was 70. Apparently without the pacemaker it only beats 40 times per minute.
After the emergency room, they transferred her to the CCU (Critical Care Unit). Most patients there are in really bad shape and you have to pick up a phone outside the door and call for them to buzz you in. On one of my many trips out to the bathroom I walked out with a woman who had come out of the room next door. She was sobbing. She was met in the hallway by someone with open arms and all I heard was “I’m so sorry.”
I knew something really bad must have happened. We made eye contact for a split second. I looked away and was immediately ashamed of the way I felt, of what I was thinking.
Thank god that’s not me.
Not now, not yet, I’m not ready.
Over the course of the next hour or so I saw several people walking back and forth in front of our room crying. Eventually a man came in and close the curtain to our room. My brother saw them wheel out a body with a sheet over it.
Shortly after that my Mom was transferred out of CCU. Sitting upright, in a wheelchair.
She’s still got a long way to go. Her heart is very weak. They’re changing her medication in hopes of preventing any more episodes. This time I think she’s going to be sent to rehabilitation before she goes home. I’m very happy about that, she needs it.
I’m hopeful that everything will be ok.