5 posts tagged “family”

It has been a while since I have posted last. Boy things have been crazy busy around here with two, especially now that Logan is mobile and learning to walk. I never thought that one could be so busy while staying at home with her kids. There are days that I barely get to go to the bathroom, but I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world. Sometimes I feel taken for granted or unappreciated, but then Grace with come up to me and hug me and Logan will grin and giggle and it makes it all worth it. I wouldn't trade the busiest, craziest day for anything!

Christmas was a busy time. We went to my parents house. It was my first Christmas with them in 4 years. It was great, but crazy busy. Here is a run down of our time gone.

Friday - we left and went to a hotel in Charleston, NC. Saturday - we arrived at my parents around 6pm.
Sunday - We woke up and had to be at the Church at 9:30am, good thing it is just across the street. After church we came home and had lunch with my parents and my sister Michelle and her hubby Bryan. 3pm rolled around and the church was going caroling, but my kids were sound asleep and is was very cold outside. The wind made it feel like is was in the low teens. Instead we went and helped mom get the refreshments ready at the church. The service started at 6pm, then we had refreshments after and didn't get home until almost 9pm.
Monday - Mom took Grace to work and dad looked  after Logan. Matt and I went to lunch and picked up the things I needed to make my crab dip. Grace did great at mom's work. There is a little girl there that Grace played with and she cried to stay she loved it so much. By the time we got home it was time for me to make the crab dip and help get together the family's traditional Christmas Eve "snack". They still call it a snack, but it has evolved into more of a feast. There was shrimp cocktail, crab dip, spinach dip, taco dip, scallops, crackers and cheese, cocktail weenies, cheese balls and more, but that is the stuff that I can remember. My Brother, his wife and daughter were there, along with Michelle and Bryan. We opened up the adults gifts and let each of the kids open one.
Tuesday - was Christmas and was filled with putting together toys for the kids and playing with all of Grace's toys.
Wednesday - was my mom's birthday and she also wanted to celebrate mine and Logan's on that day too. So when I got up I baked a cake(dairy free for Logan), then we decided that we were going to take Grace to this train restaurant and then go to Wal-Mart to pick up some diapers and formula. When I got home mom was icing the cake and I was going to start dinner, like I promised. I made turkey soup with the left over turkey. It turned out really good too. Krystal and her hubby Sheldon came in from visiting his parents in PA, then we were over to the church for bible study. After that we came back to my parents house and Krystal and Sheldon opened their Christmas gifts from my parents, then we did the cake. My parents wanted to see Logan with his cake. It was great!
Thursday -Michelle, Krystal, Mary and me all went out to lunch, then went shopping, we had so much fun. For dinner my parents took us out to dinner. It was in a old Church and had a Victorian Christmas theme and was served family style. Very nice. We got back to my parents around 10pm Matt and I had to pack and get everything ready to leave the next day. We finally got to bed around 12pm.
Friday - We left for my grandparents. We got there about 6pm, so it wasn't too bad. The kids were over being in the car though. It was really good seeing them. I don't know how much longer they will be with us though. My Pap-Pap is not doing well. He is taking himself off of all his meds, which isn't good for a man with two major heart attacks, a small heart attack and a stroke. Mam-Mam is doing better now that they put her on an AD for her nerves. They had too, because her nerves were skyrocketing her BP. My mom wasn't happy about it at first, but boy, the change in here is a testament to what they can do. She is so much more relaxed and laid back and doesn't stress as much. Mam-Mam is actually happy now! She enjoyed us being there with out worrying about the mess the kids were making.
Saturday - We had to go over to my Aunt's for a dinner at 1pm. It was nice, my cousin's and there kids were there. After that we went back to Mam and Pap's and visited with them and watched the movie Homeward Bound with them and Grace.
Sunday - Woke up and tried to cramp way too much stuff into our car. It was a chore, but it all fit. The trip home was a little rough, but we made it. It was rainy and muddy and we tracked so much water and mud into the house.

No wonder I felt exhausted when we got home!

Here are a few pictures.

It has been a while since my last post. Things have been crazy busy around here and every time I sit down to the computer Grace needs something or just wants me to start paying attention to her. I finally have a few moments where I can sit down and type for a bit.

The week of 4th of July we went down to my parent's house in Michigan for vacation and of course to visit with my family. Grace had so much fun and really got attached to my sister. She absolutely loves my parents and has asked to go see them. I try to explain to her that it is too far to go there all the time. It takes at least 12 hours. She had fun in my parents pool and we even took her to a train museum, which she loved. She loves trains and cars, what can I say?

This week was Vacation Bible School this week at our church and both Matthew and I were teachers, so that has kept us busy also. It went well and the kids seemed to have lots of fun. Gracie even went and did crafts and music time with the other 2 year olds and had a blast. Her teachers loved her. They said she has a great personality and really makes them laugh. Now that is something every parent loves to hear.

Logan is getting so big, or should I say getting bigger. He is now wearing mostly 12 month clothes and size 4 diapers.  He is now eating solids twice a day and drinking formula the rest of the time, except when he wakes at night. I am nursing him then, mainly because I am too lazy to fix a bottle when I am half asleep. I notice yesterday that he had a little white blister on his bottom gum and this morning a felt a little tooth poking it's way through. It is sad and happy at the same time. I can't believe my little boy is growing so fast. I am guessing that he is going on 18lbs. He has on appointment on Tuesday, so I will find out then.

Here are some updated pictures.

If I am lucky I will get at least 4 1/2 hours of straight sleep before waking up to a hungry baby.

If I am lucky I will get to finish my hot tea before it is room temperature.

If I am lucky I will get to eat breakfast with out my daughter eating half of it.

If I am lucky I will be able to catch Scrubs on comedy central at 11am for a few minutes of grown up time.

If I am lucky I will get the kids to take naps at the same time.

If I am lucky I will get to eat lunch with out a kid needing me.

If I am lucky I will get to take a nap or at least rest while the kids are napping.

If I am lucky I will have some sort of order to the house when my husband comes home.

If I am lucky I will be able to keep up with the laundry today.

If I am lucky I will be able to finish making dinner with out being interrupted more then 6 times.

If I am lucky I will be able to eat dinner with out having to hold a baby on my lap.

If I am lucky I will have taken a shower sometime today.

If I am lucky Matt and I will have been able to have at least a solid hour together where I am not tending to Logan.

Then I realized, that I don't believe in luck, besides that I am blessed because of all of these things. With out them, my day would be boring and bland. Except for the shower thing. Really need one of those. :) One day in the not too far away future this list will no longer be relevant and I will miss the days of being able to care for my children.

Well, it has been a week since I posted last. Things have been absolutely crazy around here. Today is the day that my baby boy was supposed to be born, but he had other plans.  He decided to come a week before his c-section date and 2 weeks before his due date. He is a happy healthy baby boy.

Alot of people like to hear the birth story. So I have typed a little something out.

On Wednesday night(1-17-07) my Sciatica was hurting and I could not sleep, so I came out here and posted and surfed the net for a while. I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions all day. I had a really strong feeling that I was going to go into labour that night. I had gotten my house all into order and was pretty much packed. I went to bed and the contractions got a little stronger, but were more uncomfortable then anything. I said a prayer that pretty much went, "Lord if I am going into labour let me be in pain and my water break". At that moment I felt tremendous pressure and pain in the middle of my pelvis. I waited it out for about 45 minutes and timed the contractions. They were about 2-4 minutes apart. I stood up out of the bed to walk around and I felt a trickle down my leg(About 12:45am). I said "Matt, I think my water broke", he said "Really?", I said "yes". He jumped up and immediately got dressed and started getting things together. I went to the toilet and my water gushed out. I was pretty certain at that point that it had indeed broken.(It never did with my daughter). We called his parents to tell them Gracie was coming, called my parents so they could be informed, then called the hospital to let them know that I was on my way. We finally got to the hospital just after 2 am. I was relieved to find out that my Dr was the one on call, she had 4 hours left to her shift. My Contractions were steady at 2 minutes apart and some more painful then others. They confirmed that my water broke and I was only a finger tip dilated at 3am! We discussed doing a VBAC vs c-section. I obviously was not dilating. My Dr said, no Pitcion and they would not let me labour long, but I could try if I like. We decided against it. Since the OR was empty they said they could take me right back. I had a spinal for my C-section. It is not fun, not being able to move from the waist down. The Anesthesiologist who gave the spinal reminded me of "the Todd" on Scrubs(if you ever watch that sitcom, you would realize how un-nerving that was). He did I really good job and I was happy he was there. Matthew got to come in and hold my hand, the Anesthesiologist told him he could watch the birth. Matthew said it was weird, but he seemed amazed by it. Logan was born at 4:34am and was 7lb 11.5 oz and 19.25 inches long. They wrapped Logan up and let Matt hold him. I was able to touch his face. Matt and baby left to go to the nursery and I waited while they stitched me up. It was pretty boring. My Dr talked about her trip to Greece to see family and I tried to make conversation with the Anesthesiologist. I then had to go to recovery where I had to stay until I could move my legs up to my butt. That took until 7am and was also boring. I managed to catch about 30 minutes of sleep. They then rolled my up to my room where they stopped to let me look through the nursery window. I was going to have to wait another hour before I could hold him. His temperature was down and they were trying to bring it up and his breathing was a little fast. Both they said is normal and both corrected themselves. Matt and I got very little sleep that day, he got more then me, my body just would not let me sleep. I rested, but could not sleep. We sleep well that night and last night so we feel so much better now. I had quite a bit of pain that day, but it got much better once they took me off the IV meds and I could get a shower, which was later that night. We are all doing well and happy to be home. Matthew has been great looking after Logan, grace and me. I could not ask for a better husband.

Logan is now a week and one day old and doing very well.  He hardly every cries and he goes to sleep around 10-11pm and wakes between 2 and 3am and then will sleep to about 7am or so. I could not ask for more. He only cries when he is hungry or wants to cuddle. He is so precious! Gracie is so great with him. She doesn't bother him too much, but likes to look at him, rub his head and say "shhh.... baby". She has held him(with supervision) o couple of times and does really well. We are certainly very lucky to have are precious gifts from God.

I know the title lacks originality, but that is exactly what this is.  My Husband has been bugging me for some time to become a "Blogger". I kept telling him that I am indeed a "Message Boarder". After much nagging from him I decided to join Vox. That was about a week ago, I guess. So with the birth of our son right around the corner(literally) I decided to make my first post.

I met my husband when we were 17 years old in high school(in April of 1997), picking up garbage none-the-less. We immediately were just comfortable with each other. It was almost like we had known each other for years.  We fell in love and were married 5-27-00, when we were 20 years old.  We have come along why from then and despite what people say about getting married young, I do not for one moment ever regret the decision that we made and it has been almost 7 years. Life hasn't always been easy, but it taught us alot and I believe has made us better people. I am more in love with him now then the day we got married!

I am fortunate to be a stay at home mom(SAHM) and spend my days with our beautiful daughter who turned 23 months old today. Her 2nd birthday is right around the corner and I can't believe it. I have watched that little girl go from being a peanut on the ultra screen, to a see through baby on the ultra sound screen, to a helpless baby in my arms, to the rambunctious almost 2 year old that she is now.  She is the light of my life.

I am 9 days away from delivering our son by way of c-section. He will be born on 1-26-07 at around about 12:30pm if all goes according to plan. I am filled with all kinds of emotion. Being afraid is one. I know it is the second kid, but how on earth will I handle two, the one I have keeps me on my toes. Excitement also goes hand in hand with the first. After 7 months of trying to conceive and 9 months of waiting I am ready! I can't help but think about how precious and fragile life is. One of my Message Board Friends, who I have become somewhat close with recently lost her baby at 36 weeks and 1 day. We were due around the same time and had been posting together since before we both got pregnant. I guess it has hit me kinda hard, harder then I feel it should have.  I feel guilty for already having a kid and guilty that this happened to her after all her and her husband have been through. I constantly keep them in my thoughts and prayers.

OK, Well, I do believe that about concludes my thoughts for today. I could continue to complain about how incredibly uncomfortable I am, how my legs ache, I can't bend over, hardly shave my legs, pick up my 3 lb chihuahua off the ground(too far to go), constanly have heartburn and how my breasts seem to grow in size and weight every day(I am sure Matt(My Husband) likes that one), but I won't.

OK, Honey, are you happy, I made my first post?!