So What...
....If your kid has a more-expensive-than-my-car nursery set... We got a $600 crib that looked brand new for $150 bucks. Today I am saying "so what?" to the people & celebs who spend insane amounts of money on things their kid won't appreciate. You know what my kids will appreciate? The value of a hard-earned dollar.
....If I have a Bachelor Degree sitting on my desk collecting dust like Grandma's favorite music box. My current job is the most important one I will ever have and the hubby and I agree our personal choice is for me to be home with our kids.
.... If I haven't painted my nails since 2006. The day came when I had to choose between the other 60 nails that need cut in my house and my own.
.... If the number one conversation in our house revolves around Addison's poop. What color was it? Runny? Mucusy? How did it smell? We are adjusting to life with our un-pooping baby and one of the perks is fun little convos about poop.
... If my 'stylist' is a 6'1 ex-quarterback who can't even figure out which way the gloves are supposed to go on.
.... If I prefer the left side of the bed? The baby sleeps right next to it, and therefore, if he wants to be the one who gets up and down to put her paci back in.. well, then so be it...
AND FINALLY...
...So what! if I have to let my kids watch an extra hour or two of TV once a week so I can do laundry? It's either their brain cells or we go naked... I think you can appreciate my situation.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Addison's Story - Part 1 - Pregnancy and Birth
Adam and I were just a couple weeks away from our wedding day when we learned we were expecting little A. We were planning to start TTC right after that anyway so we were thrilled to be pregnant. We decided to wait and announce it once the wedding and honeymoon was over - we didn't want it to take away from our day; we wanted to celebrate US. We knew there would be questions and that some of our family might think we were stupid for wanting a baby right away.
Besides having terrible morning sickness - a million times worse than I did with BK or Lily... everything was going great. We had our first ultrasound and saw that tiny heartbeat and felt like finally we were all a family; the baby somehow solidified this permanent bond between us all. The first 18 weeks were uneventful, other than a constant morning sickness that kept me pretty much contained to the house the majority of the day. However, after 18 weeks I started to feel better and gain some weight. At 20 weeks, I complained to the doctor that I was having a lot of pressure down there and what seemed like too many Braxton-Hicks contractions for how early it was in the pregnancy. I went to Labor and Delivery where we learned I was dilated to 2 and contracting. They gave me injections to stop the contractions and things finally settled down. My OB is not a big believer in bedrest because he says the stress (especially when you have other children) outweighs the potential benefits - particularly if you're already dilated. So he advised me to rest, no heavy lifting, etc. and just keep an eye on things. Everything stayed the same until week 30 when I told him the cramping and contractions were pretty much constant every night. I was told that there was no change and my cervix, though open, was nice and long. So my appts became every 2 weeks just in case... but at my 32 week appointment everything looked the same, even though I was having terrible contractions almost all day and night, they didn't seem to be changing my cervix. Tuesday, November 9 (34 weeks, 3 days) I woke up and felt like the baby was 'falling out'. It was the strangest sensation and worried me - So I bugged the doctor again. He told me if my contractions got closer together to just go ahead to L & D to get checked out. All day things were constant and Adam was in a text messaging frenzy at work asking how I was doing and if I was okay. They were about 5-6 min apart and strong enough to make me stop and wait them out. Finally, he got home from work and I told him I thought we should go pack a bag... We did and got to St Joes around 7pm.
Besides having terrible morning sickness - a million times worse than I did with BK or Lily... everything was going great. We had our first ultrasound and saw that tiny heartbeat and felt like finally we were all a family; the baby somehow solidified this permanent bond between us all. The first 18 weeks were uneventful, other than a constant morning sickness that kept me pretty much contained to the house the majority of the day. However, after 18 weeks I started to feel better and gain some weight. At 20 weeks, I complained to the doctor that I was having a lot of pressure down there and what seemed like too many Braxton-Hicks contractions for how early it was in the pregnancy. I went to Labor and Delivery where we learned I was dilated to 2 and contracting. They gave me injections to stop the contractions and things finally settled down. My OB is not a big believer in bedrest because he says the stress (especially when you have other children) outweighs the potential benefits - particularly if you're already dilated. So he advised me to rest, no heavy lifting, etc. and just keep an eye on things. Everything stayed the same until week 30 when I told him the cramping and contractions were pretty much constant every night. I was told that there was no change and my cervix, though open, was nice and long. So my appts became every 2 weeks just in case... but at my 32 week appointment everything looked the same, even though I was having terrible contractions almost all day and night, they didn't seem to be changing my cervix. Tuesday, November 9 (34 weeks, 3 days) I woke up and felt like the baby was 'falling out'. It was the strangest sensation and worried me - So I bugged the doctor again. He told me if my contractions got closer together to just go ahead to L & D to get checked out. All day things were constant and Adam was in a text messaging frenzy at work asking how I was doing and if I was okay. They were about 5-6 min apart and strong enough to make me stop and wait them out. Finally, he got home from work and I told him I thought we should go pack a bag... We did and got to St Joes around 7pm.
Monday, February 14, 2011
My tiny valentine...
I'm struggling to keep it together tonight. It's Valentine's Day - a 'hallmark' holiday, ill admit... but still, a day to celebrate Love....and my family (which is everything that is love to me) is split up for the 4th day in a row.
I haven't left Addison's bedside since we arrived to the ER at St. Anne's on Friday morning. Her room is starting to suffocate me... its just me and Addi and my frustration at the way people can bounce happily in and out of our lives here without a care. The nurses can't comprehend that the hurt I feel for my tiny daughter doesn't end when they leave the room. It doesn't have a shift change; or a lunch break. Hearing everyone buzzing about their plans tonight gives me a big pang of jealousy. I wanted champagne and roses and long kisses from the person I need the most right now...
But the person who needs me the most right now is my daughter.
Everyone is always complimenting me on how I am staying so positive through all of this but the truth is this: I am weaker than you know. I am selfish.... I have fleeting moments where I try to convince myself that I could just leave for a few hours and go home... but I can't...and won't leave her side.
Tonight I'll begin writing her story - because I can no longer hold back the tears that I've been blinking back for 3 months. My daughter is suffering; I have no control over it. Maybe it's time I took a step back and embraced the journey we've been sent down. I hope one day down the road, you can read this blog and it will say "Praise the Lord; Our daughter is perfect and healthy."
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Our not-so-little-anymore family:
I'm a happy-go-lucky mommy to three beautiful and unique little girls. Our house is covered in makeup, glitter, princess, and all things pink. Even the dog is a girl. Adam (Husband & Dad Extraordinaire) and I are living out our slightly insane version of bliss and it's been a dream. Most of the time.
Brooklyn (BK hereafter) is 3.5 and is like having a teenager in the house already. She is a beautiful soul and says and does the sweetest things. She is wise beyond her years.
Liliana (Lily) is 2 and I dare you to take one look at her and not smile. She brings light and magic to everything in our lives. Miss temper, Miss walking contradiction... She's our little spitfire.
Addison (Nugget, Wonder Woman) is 3 months old. She was born 6 weeks premature and has been our fighter since day 1. She's mommy's little snugglebug and her face lights up anytime she sees me. She's struggled through tons of health problems but we believe she will be healed and perfect one day.
I started this blog because I couldn't think of a better way to keep up with the baby books, and frankly, because we can't afford therapy. Read on at your own risk!
I'm a happy-go-lucky mommy to three beautiful and unique little girls. Our house is covered in makeup, glitter, princess, and all things pink. Even the dog is a girl. Adam (Husband & Dad Extraordinaire) and I are living out our slightly insane version of bliss and it's been a dream. Most of the time.
Brooklyn (BK hereafter) is 3.5 and is like having a teenager in the house already. She is a beautiful soul and says and does the sweetest things. She is wise beyond her years.
Liliana (Lily) is 2 and I dare you to take one look at her and not smile. She brings light and magic to everything in our lives. Miss temper, Miss walking contradiction... She's our little spitfire.
Addison (Nugget, Wonder Woman) is 3 months old. She was born 6 weeks premature and has been our fighter since day 1. She's mommy's little snugglebug and her face lights up anytime she sees me. She's struggled through tons of health problems but we believe she will be healed and perfect one day.
I started this blog because I couldn't think of a better way to keep up with the baby books, and frankly, because we can't afford therapy. Read on at your own risk!
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