Monday, December 28, 2015
Time flies...
So, truly...it's been a while! So long that L is now almost 13! C is almost 11, and our sweet E (AKA the life of any party) is 6! Wow!
I just remembered this little blog today as we were relaxing at home after Christmas and had the very best time reading through the old posts from when my babies were actually babies. I had forgotten so many little things they said and did. Glad I wrote them down.
Since blogging last, I've returned to teaching full-time in a second grade classroom. I've been at our awesome school for six years (well, I'm halfway through my sixth year back), and both girls are with me, although, only for the rest of this year, as C is heading to middle school next year (I CANNOT believe it!). L came with me at for his fifth grade year after our precious neighborhood school closed after the big kids' 2nd and 4th grade years. Now...E is there, too, in Kindergarten. Kindergarten at Elm Street is amazing! Due to that late August birthday, E's teacher mom wouldn't let her move to First grade after a year of church Kindergarten (at a church preschool near my school). It's been great for her to be the older one rather than the youngest one! We have our big 7th grader at a local Christian school for the second year. It's been a wonderful decision for him. He has battled through many a struggle in school (dyslexia and dysgraphia make learning tough), and is now a STRAIGHT A students! So proud of that young man!
My husband of 15 1/2 years is still working hard in his business (being a small business owner is NOT for the faint-of-heart). We rely fully on Jesus to provide business and give Him control. Only way we can do it...as, on paper, I never know how it works each month, but it seems to every single time! Of course, that's not to say that each month isn't without sacrifices, but we know our ultimate goals really don't rely on a bank account. Our ultimate goal is to be the hands and feet of Jesus for our children and those around us. We want our lives to point to Him. We, of course, are FAR from perfect, but that is what we strive for each day.
Ok, gotta jet for now. I need to get my things together for a busy day tomorrow...so thankful to be on Christmas Break for another week! :)
Sunday, January 2, 2011
E at 16 months
To my sweet, sweet E at 16 months,
You are a joy in our home. You have the happiest of demeanors. You loved having Papa and Nanny here along with Tee for several nights during Christmas. You are still walking around saying, "Papa...are you?" which of course translates to "Papa, where are you?" Then, because I have told you many times that Papa is with Nanny at their house, you answer yourself with, "Papa, Nanny house (which sounds like howch)." Adorable! Also, you love spotting Santa(Tantah). You will answer, "Ho, ho, ho" when asked what Santa says.
You still love to sing and dance. You received musical instruments for Christmas and have enjoyed playing them. Every night after bath and whenever I change your diaper, you request all of your favorite songs. They are, in your very specific order: Wide (Deep and Wide), Face (If your happy and you know it--which you request by pointing to your cheeks with your fingers), and Roun-roun (The Wheels on the Bus). It is precious! You like to sing Jesus Loves Me to your babies (or whatever you're holding that is being your baby at the time).
You like to play Peek-a-boo with the curtains in den and any thing you can put over your head, especially laundry (clean or dirty--you have no preference). You say, "Where Liza? Peek Boo"
You can very clearly say Luke and Lily (the cat). You say Cecil as CHe-CHul, and your sweet big sister is either sisser or Line. Caroline secretly likes having your special nickname for her. She is wonderful with you, too!
You often ask to go to the potty. We are amazed! We take you when you ask, and you have been pretty good about it. I am in no way ready, so I'm just going with you on this one...
Right now you are eating most everything except meat. You don't like french fries too much, nor anything fried from my favorite place CFA. You like the grilled strips, though. Whew! You still love milk, and you learned to ask for a "toot-tie" (cookie) and cracker during the Christmas holidays.
Here are the words you say: nack (snack), wink (drink), bite (which can be drink or eat), kitty, Cecil, Luke, Line, sissy, Mommy, Daddy, stays (stairs), bye-bye, night-night, toot (which is when you want to potty), cue me (excuse me), tan-too (thank you), po-ee (potty), nana (banana or Nana, depending on situation), phone, Josh (whom you love), Tee, Nanny, Papa, howch (house), ball, ow-si (outside), sly (slide), wing (swing) , bir (bird), pup-py (puppy), Eliza, Liza, are you (Where are you), bear (Pooh bear which you love to snuggle while sleeping), dog (especially when speaking of your pink dog you sleep with), pees (please), bes u (bless you when someone sneezes or coughs), jejus (Jesus), toot-tie (Cookie), cwakah (cracker), more, shire (shower), yes, uh-huh (while nodding head yes), no, no-no, bah (bottle--yes, you still enjoy it--don't ask) hal (help), Tan-Tah (Santa), ho ho ho, tee (tree),dat-tit (jacket), wow (one of your very first words) lah ooh (love you--my favorite)
I think there are more, but this is all I can think of now...You are growing a large vocabulary so quickly.
Every night, you want to read at least 2 books, then be rocked and we sing. Then, you get snuggled down and say, "nigh-nigh lah ooh" (which of course is good night, I love you...) Often, you ask us to put you to bed by saying nigh-nigh and bringing us a book or pooh. It's not like we're keeping you up late, you start this about 6:45! :)
Ok, I've got to get to sleep. Just wanted to remember your little precious self! I love you so much!
You are a joy in our home. You have the happiest of demeanors. You loved having Papa and Nanny here along with Tee for several nights during Christmas. You are still walking around saying, "Papa...are you?" which of course translates to "Papa, where are you?" Then, because I have told you many times that Papa is with Nanny at their house, you answer yourself with, "Papa, Nanny house (which sounds like howch)." Adorable! Also, you love spotting Santa(Tantah). You will answer, "Ho, ho, ho" when asked what Santa says.
You still love to sing and dance. You received musical instruments for Christmas and have enjoyed playing them. Every night after bath and whenever I change your diaper, you request all of your favorite songs. They are, in your very specific order: Wide (Deep and Wide), Face (If your happy and you know it--which you request by pointing to your cheeks with your fingers), and Roun-roun (The Wheels on the Bus). It is precious! You like to sing Jesus Loves Me to your babies (or whatever you're holding that is being your baby at the time).
You like to play Peek-a-boo with the curtains in den and any thing you can put over your head, especially laundry (clean or dirty--you have no preference). You say, "Where Liza? Peek Boo"
You can very clearly say Luke and Lily (the cat). You say Cecil as CHe-CHul, and your sweet big sister is either sisser or Line. Caroline secretly likes having your special nickname for her. She is wonderful with you, too!
You often ask to go to the potty. We are amazed! We take you when you ask, and you have been pretty good about it. I am in no way ready, so I'm just going with you on this one...
Right now you are eating most everything except meat. You don't like french fries too much, nor anything fried from my favorite place CFA. You like the grilled strips, though. Whew! You still love milk, and you learned to ask for a "toot-tie" (cookie) and cracker during the Christmas holidays.
Here are the words you say: nack (snack), wink (drink), bite (which can be drink or eat), kitty, Cecil, Luke, Line, sissy, Mommy, Daddy, stays (stairs), bye-bye, night-night, toot (which is when you want to potty), cue me (excuse me), tan-too (thank you), po-ee (potty), nana (banana or Nana, depending on situation), phone, Josh (whom you love), Tee, Nanny, Papa, howch (house), ball, ow-si (outside), sly (slide), wing (swing) , bir (bird), pup-py (puppy), Eliza, Liza, are you (Where are you), bear (Pooh bear which you love to snuggle while sleeping), dog (especially when speaking of your pink dog you sleep with), pees (please), bes u (bless you when someone sneezes or coughs), jejus (Jesus), toot-tie (Cookie), cwakah (cracker), more, shire (shower), yes, uh-huh (while nodding head yes), no, no-no, bah (bottle--yes, you still enjoy it--don't ask) hal (help), Tan-Tah (Santa), ho ho ho, tee (tree),dat-tit (jacket), wow (one of your very first words) lah ooh (love you--my favorite)
I think there are more, but this is all I can think of now...You are growing a large vocabulary so quickly.
Every night, you want to read at least 2 books, then be rocked and we sing. Then, you get snuggled down and say, "nigh-nigh lah ooh" (which of course is good night, I love you...) Often, you ask us to put you to bed by saying nigh-nigh and bringing us a book or pooh. It's not like we're keeping you up late, you start this about 6:45! :)
Ok, I've got to get to sleep. Just wanted to remember your little precious self! I love you so much!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Melting Ice Cream
It's been such a while since I've had time to update on here. Mostly, I've made simple notations of our daily life on my large planner that I keep with me. I'll have to go back and update the kids' books, as well, as soon as I have time. Probably in 2027. At least I have a target date, right?
The reason I hopped on here was to remember what I learned from my almost 7-year-old son. I was putting the baby down for a nap while he was outside playing with C after school. I heard him calling me while I was up in E's room. I got her settled and rushed out back to see what was happening. As soon as I arrived where he was standing, my ears heard the telling melody of the ice-cream truck in the distance. He wanted my confirmation that he did hear the ice cream truck, and my permission to go wait for the courier of sweet treats to arrive in our cul-de-sac.
I granted permission for he and his sister to go watch for it's arrival at the end of the driveway (while I sat on the front porch). As I listened to the melody play, I realized it was moving away from us. I began to think of my children's disappointment. In all our years living here, with all of the children around in our neighborhood, the ice cream truck has graced our cul-de-sac once. Seriously. And, to add insult to injury, L was recently devastated during a baseball practice that the ice cream truck paraded around the parking lot for the duration of his practice but was gone when he had permission to visit it after practice.
So, I decided to surprise them with their own ice cream treats. I prepared vanilla ice cream with pink and purple sugar sprinkles for C and an ice cream sandwich for L. While C dove right in to her bowl, L held his sandwich in his hand while he ran from one end of the yard to the other to listen for the ice cream truck's music or to catch a glimpse of it in the neighborhood that backs up to ours. By the time he go around to eating it, the sandwich was mushy. He was so disappointed, again.
How many times do we as Christians do that same thing? How many times do we want our plan to work out or think that goal we are striving for or that job or that house will be so perfect for us that we spend so much time letting the blessing God has placed in our hands get mushy? How much more would we enjoy the blessing if we just let go of OUR desires and focus on His? Mnay times He wants the same things for us; those things can be part of His plan. He wants us to acknowledge Him first, rather than thank Him as an afterthought.
I explained this thought to Luke as best I could. He seemed to understand when I put it like this, "What were you going to buy from the ice cream truck, L?" His response was, "An ice cream sandwich like this one." Then I asked how much money he spent on the sandwich he was given. I asked him if God likes to give us blessings, to which he affirmatively replied. In this case, the money savings spoke to Luke. I'm not trying to create a greedy, money hungry child. But, I knew he'd see the point using this means to illustrate it for him.
The thought that this seemingly delightful treat has stayed just out of reach for him reminded me of how much time we spend planning our scenarios. God doesn't need us to plan it out. He needs us to obey and be faithful to Him. We need to trust Him and look around at the blessings He is placing in our hands.
My husband has been going through a struggle with his company. Being a small business owner is today's economy is not easy. We've seen God move in might ways, though, and I have learned to look for God's blessings in the difficult and trying days. It's so nice to know that God IS in the details of my life, dripping right off my fingers when I'm so caught up in the things I think are better. It's comforting to know He forgives me when I make my blessings mushy, and that His word tells me that all things work together for the good according to HIS purpose for those who believe in HIM.
The reason I hopped on here was to remember what I learned from my almost 7-year-old son. I was putting the baby down for a nap while he was outside playing with C after school. I heard him calling me while I was up in E's room. I got her settled and rushed out back to see what was happening. As soon as I arrived where he was standing, my ears heard the telling melody of the ice-cream truck in the distance. He wanted my confirmation that he did hear the ice cream truck, and my permission to go wait for the courier of sweet treats to arrive in our cul-de-sac.
I granted permission for he and his sister to go watch for it's arrival at the end of the driveway (while I sat on the front porch). As I listened to the melody play, I realized it was moving away from us. I began to think of my children's disappointment. In all our years living here, with all of the children around in our neighborhood, the ice cream truck has graced our cul-de-sac once. Seriously. And, to add insult to injury, L was recently devastated during a baseball practice that the ice cream truck paraded around the parking lot for the duration of his practice but was gone when he had permission to visit it after practice.
So, I decided to surprise them with their own ice cream treats. I prepared vanilla ice cream with pink and purple sugar sprinkles for C and an ice cream sandwich for L. While C dove right in to her bowl, L held his sandwich in his hand while he ran from one end of the yard to the other to listen for the ice cream truck's music or to catch a glimpse of it in the neighborhood that backs up to ours. By the time he go around to eating it, the sandwich was mushy. He was so disappointed, again.
How many times do we as Christians do that same thing? How many times do we want our plan to work out or think that goal we are striving for or that job or that house will be so perfect for us that we spend so much time letting the blessing God has placed in our hands get mushy? How much more would we enjoy the blessing if we just let go of OUR desires and focus on His? Mnay times He wants the same things for us; those things can be part of His plan. He wants us to acknowledge Him first, rather than thank Him as an afterthought.
I explained this thought to Luke as best I could. He seemed to understand when I put it like this, "What were you going to buy from the ice cream truck, L?" His response was, "An ice cream sandwich like this one." Then I asked how much money he spent on the sandwich he was given. I asked him if God likes to give us blessings, to which he affirmatively replied. In this case, the money savings spoke to Luke. I'm not trying to create a greedy, money hungry child. But, I knew he'd see the point using this means to illustrate it for him.
The thought that this seemingly delightful treat has stayed just out of reach for him reminded me of how much time we spend planning our scenarios. God doesn't need us to plan it out. He needs us to obey and be faithful to Him. We need to trust Him and look around at the blessings He is placing in our hands.
My husband has been going through a struggle with his company. Being a small business owner is today's economy is not easy. We've seen God move in might ways, though, and I have learned to look for God's blessings in the difficult and trying days. It's so nice to know that God IS in the details of my life, dripping right off my fingers when I'm so caught up in the things I think are better. It's comforting to know He forgives me when I make my blessings mushy, and that His word tells me that all things work together for the good according to HIS purpose for those who believe in HIM.
Friday, October 2, 2009
One Month In
I am officially one month into life as a mom of three children. It is all that I thought it would be and so much more. I love the view from my rear-view mirror when I have all my little babies filling my mini-van (aka the cool mom car). I love how much my big kids love their sister. I love how snuggly our E still is...and that newborn cry which I know is going to disappear so soon is now recorded for me to remember forever!
E had her one month check-up this Monday. She's a little piglet who weighs 9 lbs. and 14.4 oz! Oh my! She's grown 3/4 inches. Wow! Her hair is still there...beautiful and dark. Her eyes are sparkly and blue, dark blue like L's with a hint of the sky blue that C has. I am focused on enjoying every second of this because it goes by so fast!
In other news, "yesternight" is our new favorite word...C talks about things happening yesternight. I love it! She's a trip, and I honestly don't know how in the world we deserved such a blessing. That chic is funny and sassy and beautiful and is the life in our home.
L began another t-ball season. This is not the same caliber team as the team Z coached in the spring. Oh, well. He's having fun, so that's what matters. He also got a "gold slip" (which is a recognition of a positive action or character trait) at school today and he is so excited. He's really gotten so much better at school. He's improving so much so quickly. Math continues to be his strong suit, and he's only going to the support classes 3 days a week. Yay!
I have a job interview for a director of a preschool/childcare facility on Monday at 9am. It's in my town, and I believe E would just come with me. L and C would join us after school in my ideal scenario. We'll see. I know it would help out so much on our finances, especially if Z needs to stop working with the family company. When our lakehouse sells (note that I said when...I am keeping a positive attitude), my salary would be gravy...savings, college funds, portraits of my beautiful babies, trips to DISNEY WORLD!, etc. Although in a perfect world, I'd be home everyday with my kids and we would have money coming out our ears and tons to do for others with, a great alternative would be a happy husband in his job, and my kids with me at my job! Praise God in advance for getting me the interview. If it's His will, it will all fall into place.
E had her one month check-up this Monday. She's a little piglet who weighs 9 lbs. and 14.4 oz! Oh my! She's grown 3/4 inches. Wow! Her hair is still there...beautiful and dark. Her eyes are sparkly and blue, dark blue like L's with a hint of the sky blue that C has. I am focused on enjoying every second of this because it goes by so fast!
In other news, "yesternight" is our new favorite word...C talks about things happening yesternight. I love it! She's a trip, and I honestly don't know how in the world we deserved such a blessing. That chic is funny and sassy and beautiful and is the life in our home.
L began another t-ball season. This is not the same caliber team as the team Z coached in the spring. Oh, well. He's having fun, so that's what matters. He also got a "gold slip" (which is a recognition of a positive action or character trait) at school today and he is so excited. He's really gotten so much better at school. He's improving so much so quickly. Math continues to be his strong suit, and he's only going to the support classes 3 days a week. Yay!
I have a job interview for a director of a preschool/childcare facility on Monday at 9am. It's in my town, and I believe E would just come with me. L and C would join us after school in my ideal scenario. We'll see. I know it would help out so much on our finances, especially if Z needs to stop working with the family company. When our lakehouse sells (note that I said when...I am keeping a positive attitude), my salary would be gravy...savings, college funds, portraits of my beautiful babies, trips to DISNEY WORLD!, etc. Although in a perfect world, I'd be home everyday with my kids and we would have money coming out our ears and tons to do for others with, a great alternative would be a happy husband in his job, and my kids with me at my job! Praise God in advance for getting me the interview. If it's His will, it will all fall into place.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
A Birth Story...(also known as a very long post)
I can't believe our little E is now 15 days old! Over 2 weeks have passed since she entered this world, but our hearts have been waiting on her for a long time. I told Z that I couldn't believe how full my heart feels now that she's here. She really completes our family. Even he agrees...the man who was so comfortable with our boy and girl. We look at her, snuggle her and wonder how we ever got along without this tiny blessing. To say that we're all over the moon about her is simply an understatement!
I want to record the details of her birth before I forget them in the chaos of daily life (which, by the way, I LOVE!). I'll begin with my 36 week appointment at the ob's office. I wasn't scheduled to see my regular doctor, but I had been told that I'd have an ultrasound at this appointment (and the dreaded GBS test). So, with the thought of an ultrasound, Z accompanyied me to the appointment. Turns out, the doctor we saw is also a huge Tech football fan and graduate, just like my Z. With football season looming large on the horizon, Z asked the doctor if we could induce me early to avoid the birthday party/football opening day dilemma every year. I was shocked to hear the doctor totally agree with Z and start looking for a date to induce. We never had the ultrasound, but it was decided that I was a great candidate for induction, as I had been induced previously and was already 1-2cm and 40% effaced. We left with instructions to call the nurse the next day to be scheduled with Labor and Delivery after we checked everyone's calendar's to make sure they could make it on our selected day with my doctor.
The next day, C and I were headed to lunch with a my friend from college Elizabeth downtown. On the way, I called the nurse and was placed on the induction schedule for Friday, August 28th, which happens to be my cousin's youngest son's birthday. So, he and E would be exactly 3 years apart! I sent Z a text to let him know everything was scheduled, and we were all set to meet our girl in 2 weeks. We didn't go crazy telling everyone about our date since it could change and also because our family situation is a little crazy right now.
While we spent the next 2 weeks preparing to welcome our E into our lives, I had 2 more appointments with my doctor. I didn't really dilate more, but I did have a higher effacement percentage at each appointment. At my 37 week appointment, I was supposed to receive the results of my GBS test. In the tradition of my crazy medical history, my results came back pending, which my doctor said he has never seen before. He read the report about 3 times while I was waiting, even reading parts aloud to see if he could figure out what was "pending." He finally came to the conclusion that the best option would be to treat me with antibiotics before the birth as if I tested positive (even though I hadn't tested positive with either L or C) in case I went into labor before next week's appointment when we should have more definitive results.
At the 38 week appointment, another report was sent saying the results of this test were pending and that my sample wouldn't react with any of their medium at the lab. Interesting and unusual was the comment that Dr. Cook made regarding the reults. But, he reassured me that while the pediatricians would insist on taking extra precautions with E, the antibiotic treatment protocol would be fine. He laid out very specific orders for the nurses about my induction medications. Because I have had anaphalatic reactions to penicillian, I was to be treated with vancamyacin as soon as I arrived and the iv was started. He informed me that pediatriacians only consider penicillian a successful or accepted treatment for a positive GBS test, the vanc would suffice if I could get it hung and in my system at least 4 hours before the baby was delivered (we later learned that pediatricians really like a 12-hour treatment window with vancamyacin...). With that knowledge, we knew that there wouldn't be a big push for her to arrive before at least noon.
We went to the hospital at 6am on August 28th, a Friday. My mom had come up the night before to stay with L and C. We told her to take her time getting to the hospital because we felt like it would take a bit of time for things to get under way. We had decided to keep the kiddos out of school because L had asked us if he and C could be the first ones to hold their baby sister. How could we refuse that request? He had been praying for another baby about a year before I was even pregnant with her.
Also, my dear sweet friend M drove up from Tallahassee to be here for E's birth. She knew about E just after I did...before her daddy even found out! W, M's husband, was working at a conference all week in Atlanta. She arranged for her babies to be with her mom and drove up Thursday night. She and W had a date night in the city, and were at the hospital bright and early...and I just loved hearing all about their fun date night while I labored away. I am so honored they came.
I had to awaken at 4am to call and make sure we were going to have a bed for my induction. After that, as you can imagine, I couldn't go back to sleep. I mean, we were having a baby in a few hours. Who could sleep??? It was raining pretty steady that morning, which slowed us a bit. But, it was great to only have to drive about 10 minutes vs. all the way downtown where L and C were delivered. Thankfully our local hospital began delivering babies 3 years ago.
We actually arrived on the Labor and Delivery floor (3rd floor) about 6:15. I changed and began answering a million questions regarding my allergies, unique medical history, and past deliveries. The night nurse retrieved my orders from Dr. Cook and began to make preparations for my iv's. She ordered the medications from the pharmacy and it took a while for them to arrive. I'm guessing it was bout 8am before anything was started infusing into the iv. Another nurse came in and tried to start my iv in my right arm--right over my incision scar from my broken arm. Are you kidding me?? Of course it didn't work because of all the scar tissue, and it hurt! But, I was feeling generous because I was becoming a mommy again, so I didn't complain. She tried on my left arm, then discovered the line was kinked after my hubby pointed that out to her. But, she did get it started and in went my fluids, and antibiotic.
Shift change was up next. Dr. Cook came in with the shift change, and my new nurse, Karen, followed his orders to up the antibiotic drip, up the pitocin and push another bag of fluids to ready me for the epidural whenever I wanted it. I totally like his style. He was the same way with L's delivery. No need to hurt, childbirth should be fun.
At this point, I was starting to feel a little strange. The antibiotic had been hanging for about 30 minutes at this time. I was really beginning to feel the pitocin working on those contractions because they were getting stronger and closer together. I wanted to go to the bathroom before I asked for the epidural, so the nurse diconnected me from the monitors and off I went. While I was in the bathroom, I began to feel really funny. My head began itching horribly, my lips felt as if they were swelling, and when I came out of the bathroom, Z immediately asked me what was wrong. I told him I was itchy, and he and the nurse looked at me and said something wasn't right at all. My lips were really swelling. I was itching a lot, and Z said my face was extremely red. Another nurse entered the room around the time of me exiting the bathroom to check on some lights (construction is still taking place at the hospital). She and Karen began assessing the situation. As I broke out into hives before their eyes, they decided to have Karen discontinue the antibiotic, and then she ran to get Dr. Cook. He came in, made the official call that I am indeed allergic to vancamyacin, and said we were no longer worried about the GBS protocol. The chances of E having any adverse reactions were so small that it wasn't worth me having any more reactions. He ordered Zyrtec and an epidural. He also wanted yet another bag of fluids pushed in order to rid my body of the vanc. He left with the plan to come break my water around lunchtime if it hadn't already broken.
People began arriving. Nana actually arrived about the time I was to get my epidural. I felt bad for my mom because I think she wanted to be there for that part. But, with all the concern from Dr. Cook about the allergic reaction, he really decided the epidural timing, so I let him be in charge of that. We sent Z out of the room to go and wait on L, C, and my mom while the epidural was placed. My mom actually began knocking on the door of our labor room (#363) during the epidural's placement. Of course, I was hearing someone knock, but no one was allowed to move to answer the door. I am so sorry she got her feeling hurt about that, but it couldn't have been helped. There was a minor complication in placing the epidural. A blood vessel had to be collapsed to place the epidural. When the fluid was placed to collapse the vein, I went kind of numb on my left side. It was strange. But, everything was fine afterwards.
I was lying flat when the kids came in, so that was a little intimidating for L, who is by nature, our worrier. I assured him I was fine. C wasn't concerned too much. She was ready for the baby to be here. After that, Karen sat me up in what Z called my Indian Princess stance to help bring the baby down. She checked me after a while and I was 80% and about a 5. I was getting antsy for this baby to come, but it was nice to have visitors in and out to chat with us as we waited. I couldn't believe it was taking so long with my 3rd baby!
Finally around 1:30, my water was broken and all looked good. The pitocin was upped and a strange thing happened...I started feeling everything again. My mom was with me while everyone else was taking a break from waiting. I pressed the button I was told to press to make the epidural work even better and nothing happened. Well,not really nothing happened. What actually happened was the contractions became more intense and no relief was acheived. So I puhed the button again and again...nada! Just splitting contractions. My mom happened to look over on the floor to notice a puddle of fluid. Then, we looked on my back and my epidural had come apart. The medicine was hitting the floor and not going inside me! UGH!
We called the nurse, who called the anesthesiologist. He hadn't seen a catheter come apart like mine did (of course he hadn't...). So he worked to get things corrected. He left with a bolus in my iv, and he had reassembled the catheter. I was supposed to feel relief in about 15 minutes and if not, he'd come back. Well...no relief, only intensity. By the end of the 15 minutes, I was wondering if I was supposed to have a natural birth. (I was a little freaked out, but if it made things happen faster, I was all for it!) Anyway, the anesthesiologist (my third of the day) was called back after about 30 minutes, and another iv bolus was administered. Finally, my legs started going numb again. Yay! Up until the epidural came apart, the tracings on the contractions were so low. I was very disappointed with my progress. However, when the epidural came apart, I must have shifted enough for the contractions to begin tracing again. Boy were they spiking up...and I had been feeling them.
By this time, it was around 3:30 or so. Finally, progress was beginning. The nurse checked me and I was getting close...really close. M's husband had gone home to retrieve their children, but M decided to stay. I was so glad. Our babies were hanging in there, but were very anxious to meet their sister. I was grateful to everyone who helped to entertain them. Everyone was telling me that they really were being good and weren't any trouble. Good for them.
So, around 4, I was feeling all kinds of pressure. Karen checked me and I was 10 and ready to go! Yay! Goodbyes to all our family and friends that had been visiting with us, and we waited on Dr. Cook to arrive. He did about 4:30, and he got us all settled. He laid out our plan of action, and joked that he and Karen had a bet going on how many pushes I'd take. He said 20, she said 3. Then he said, he really felt that E would be out in about 12 pushes. I told him that I love a challenge. The other thing Dr. Cook told me was that we were going to do this nice and steady. He estimated her weight to be about 6 lbs, 12 oz, 18inches long. He still couldn't believe that L was 7 lbs. 15 oz and 21 1/2 inches long!
I began pushing and progress was pretty quick. Before I knew it, her head was out. Then, Dr. Cook told me to quit pushing and to let her come on her own. He wanted my body to do the work. I have to say, this was the coolest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Watching my daughter emerge from my body...a miracle. Z agrees. L or C's births were like this one. It was absolutely amazing. I have to also say that I felt a lot of this birth. It was not as bad as I thought, and I have no idea what happened to the epidural as I pushed. No matter, though, because I was able to be up and about around 2 or 3 hours after she was born.
As soon as she was out, Dr. Cook tried to move her up on my tummy. That's when we discovered how short her umbilical cord was. So, Z snipped it (complete with pictures), and then she was up on my chest. She had so much hair. I couldn't believe it. She looked so much like L did when he was born.
Next she was whisked away to the warmer to be checked. When I was all cleaned up, Z ran out to get the big kids so they could see her first bath. C burst into the room asking all about E. L took his normal, more cautious approach, checking on me, then peeking at his sister. Z made both kids wash their hands, and then C couldn't wait to get her hands in that warmer to touch her sister! L didn't want to touch her yet. He stood and observed with his hands in his pockets. They watched the nurse bathe E and measure her and weigh her. C kept asking lots of questions, and the nurses were so patiently explaining things. I think L finally patted E on her head around this time. He was so in love with his baby sister already.
I think one of the funniest things that C did was cry back at E when she was crying during her bath. L scolded C for doing that, but she told him, "You just don't know how to speak baby and I do. I know what she's saying." The nurses got a kick out of that one. Then, when it was time to bring the grandmothers in, L wouldn't leave the room. He told Z he needed to stay with Mommy and E to watch over them. So, Z and C went down the hall to fetch Tee and Nana. On their walk, C told Z, "Daddy, I just can't believe my eyes. She is so beautiful. Can you believe it? I love her so much Daddy."
Everyone took turns visiting and meeting our precious girl. Almost everyone agreed that she looked so much like L did. The friends/family that visited that night were my friend, M, Josh, Renata, Audrey, Jonathan, Heather, Joshua and Jackson and Z's dad. Other folks that visited at the hospital were Heather and the rest of her family, Dwight and Allie, Kelly and Maddie K., and Lindsay and Jared.
It was a wonderful, wonderful time! I'm so glad she's ours! I am so grateful to God for answering my prayers!
I want to record the details of her birth before I forget them in the chaos of daily life (which, by the way, I LOVE!). I'll begin with my 36 week appointment at the ob's office. I wasn't scheduled to see my regular doctor, but I had been told that I'd have an ultrasound at this appointment (and the dreaded GBS test). So, with the thought of an ultrasound, Z accompanyied me to the appointment. Turns out, the doctor we saw is also a huge Tech football fan and graduate, just like my Z. With football season looming large on the horizon, Z asked the doctor if we could induce me early to avoid the birthday party/football opening day dilemma every year. I was shocked to hear the doctor totally agree with Z and start looking for a date to induce. We never had the ultrasound, but it was decided that I was a great candidate for induction, as I had been induced previously and was already 1-2cm and 40% effaced. We left with instructions to call the nurse the next day to be scheduled with Labor and Delivery after we checked everyone's calendar's to make sure they could make it on our selected day with my doctor.
The next day, C and I were headed to lunch with a my friend from college Elizabeth downtown. On the way, I called the nurse and was placed on the induction schedule for Friday, August 28th, which happens to be my cousin's youngest son's birthday. So, he and E would be exactly 3 years apart! I sent Z a text to let him know everything was scheduled, and we were all set to meet our girl in 2 weeks. We didn't go crazy telling everyone about our date since it could change and also because our family situation is a little crazy right now.
While we spent the next 2 weeks preparing to welcome our E into our lives, I had 2 more appointments with my doctor. I didn't really dilate more, but I did have a higher effacement percentage at each appointment. At my 37 week appointment, I was supposed to receive the results of my GBS test. In the tradition of my crazy medical history, my results came back pending, which my doctor said he has never seen before. He read the report about 3 times while I was waiting, even reading parts aloud to see if he could figure out what was "pending." He finally came to the conclusion that the best option would be to treat me with antibiotics before the birth as if I tested positive (even though I hadn't tested positive with either L or C) in case I went into labor before next week's appointment when we should have more definitive results.
At the 38 week appointment, another report was sent saying the results of this test were pending and that my sample wouldn't react with any of their medium at the lab. Interesting and unusual was the comment that Dr. Cook made regarding the reults. But, he reassured me that while the pediatricians would insist on taking extra precautions with E, the antibiotic treatment protocol would be fine. He laid out very specific orders for the nurses about my induction medications. Because I have had anaphalatic reactions to penicillian, I was to be treated with vancamyacin as soon as I arrived and the iv was started. He informed me that pediatriacians only consider penicillian a successful or accepted treatment for a positive GBS test, the vanc would suffice if I could get it hung and in my system at least 4 hours before the baby was delivered (we later learned that pediatricians really like a 12-hour treatment window with vancamyacin...). With that knowledge, we knew that there wouldn't be a big push for her to arrive before at least noon.
We went to the hospital at 6am on August 28th, a Friday. My mom had come up the night before to stay with L and C. We told her to take her time getting to the hospital because we felt like it would take a bit of time for things to get under way. We had decided to keep the kiddos out of school because L had asked us if he and C could be the first ones to hold their baby sister. How could we refuse that request? He had been praying for another baby about a year before I was even pregnant with her.
Also, my dear sweet friend M drove up from Tallahassee to be here for E's birth. She knew about E just after I did...before her daddy even found out! W, M's husband, was working at a conference all week in Atlanta. She arranged for her babies to be with her mom and drove up Thursday night. She and W had a date night in the city, and were at the hospital bright and early...and I just loved hearing all about their fun date night while I labored away. I am so honored they came.
I had to awaken at 4am to call and make sure we were going to have a bed for my induction. After that, as you can imagine, I couldn't go back to sleep. I mean, we were having a baby in a few hours. Who could sleep??? It was raining pretty steady that morning, which slowed us a bit. But, it was great to only have to drive about 10 minutes vs. all the way downtown where L and C were delivered. Thankfully our local hospital began delivering babies 3 years ago.
We actually arrived on the Labor and Delivery floor (3rd floor) about 6:15. I changed and began answering a million questions regarding my allergies, unique medical history, and past deliveries. The night nurse retrieved my orders from Dr. Cook and began to make preparations for my iv's. She ordered the medications from the pharmacy and it took a while for them to arrive. I'm guessing it was bout 8am before anything was started infusing into the iv. Another nurse came in and tried to start my iv in my right arm--right over my incision scar from my broken arm. Are you kidding me?? Of course it didn't work because of all the scar tissue, and it hurt! But, I was feeling generous because I was becoming a mommy again, so I didn't complain. She tried on my left arm, then discovered the line was kinked after my hubby pointed that out to her. But, she did get it started and in went my fluids, and antibiotic.
Shift change was up next. Dr. Cook came in with the shift change, and my new nurse, Karen, followed his orders to up the antibiotic drip, up the pitocin and push another bag of fluids to ready me for the epidural whenever I wanted it. I totally like his style. He was the same way with L's delivery. No need to hurt, childbirth should be fun.
At this point, I was starting to feel a little strange. The antibiotic had been hanging for about 30 minutes at this time. I was really beginning to feel the pitocin working on those contractions because they were getting stronger and closer together. I wanted to go to the bathroom before I asked for the epidural, so the nurse diconnected me from the monitors and off I went. While I was in the bathroom, I began to feel really funny. My head began itching horribly, my lips felt as if they were swelling, and when I came out of the bathroom, Z immediately asked me what was wrong. I told him I was itchy, and he and the nurse looked at me and said something wasn't right at all. My lips were really swelling. I was itching a lot, and Z said my face was extremely red. Another nurse entered the room around the time of me exiting the bathroom to check on some lights (construction is still taking place at the hospital). She and Karen began assessing the situation. As I broke out into hives before their eyes, they decided to have Karen discontinue the antibiotic, and then she ran to get Dr. Cook. He came in, made the official call that I am indeed allergic to vancamyacin, and said we were no longer worried about the GBS protocol. The chances of E having any adverse reactions were so small that it wasn't worth me having any more reactions. He ordered Zyrtec and an epidural. He also wanted yet another bag of fluids pushed in order to rid my body of the vanc. He left with the plan to come break my water around lunchtime if it hadn't already broken.
People began arriving. Nana actually arrived about the time I was to get my epidural. I felt bad for my mom because I think she wanted to be there for that part. But, with all the concern from Dr. Cook about the allergic reaction, he really decided the epidural timing, so I let him be in charge of that. We sent Z out of the room to go and wait on L, C, and my mom while the epidural was placed. My mom actually began knocking on the door of our labor room (#363) during the epidural's placement. Of course, I was hearing someone knock, but no one was allowed to move to answer the door. I am so sorry she got her feeling hurt about that, but it couldn't have been helped. There was a minor complication in placing the epidural. A blood vessel had to be collapsed to place the epidural. When the fluid was placed to collapse the vein, I went kind of numb on my left side. It was strange. But, everything was fine afterwards.
I was lying flat when the kids came in, so that was a little intimidating for L, who is by nature, our worrier. I assured him I was fine. C wasn't concerned too much. She was ready for the baby to be here. After that, Karen sat me up in what Z called my Indian Princess stance to help bring the baby down. She checked me after a while and I was 80% and about a 5. I was getting antsy for this baby to come, but it was nice to have visitors in and out to chat with us as we waited. I couldn't believe it was taking so long with my 3rd baby!
Finally around 1:30, my water was broken and all looked good. The pitocin was upped and a strange thing happened...I started feeling everything again. My mom was with me while everyone else was taking a break from waiting. I pressed the button I was told to press to make the epidural work even better and nothing happened. Well,not really nothing happened. What actually happened was the contractions became more intense and no relief was acheived. So I puhed the button again and again...nada! Just splitting contractions. My mom happened to look over on the floor to notice a puddle of fluid. Then, we looked on my back and my epidural had come apart. The medicine was hitting the floor and not going inside me! UGH!
We called the nurse, who called the anesthesiologist. He hadn't seen a catheter come apart like mine did (of course he hadn't...). So he worked to get things corrected. He left with a bolus in my iv, and he had reassembled the catheter. I was supposed to feel relief in about 15 minutes and if not, he'd come back. Well...no relief, only intensity. By the end of the 15 minutes, I was wondering if I was supposed to have a natural birth. (I was a little freaked out, but if it made things happen faster, I was all for it!) Anyway, the anesthesiologist (my third of the day) was called back after about 30 minutes, and another iv bolus was administered. Finally, my legs started going numb again. Yay! Up until the epidural came apart, the tracings on the contractions were so low. I was very disappointed with my progress. However, when the epidural came apart, I must have shifted enough for the contractions to begin tracing again. Boy were they spiking up...and I had been feeling them.
By this time, it was around 3:30 or so. Finally, progress was beginning. The nurse checked me and I was getting close...really close. M's husband had gone home to retrieve their children, but M decided to stay. I was so glad. Our babies were hanging in there, but were very anxious to meet their sister. I was grateful to everyone who helped to entertain them. Everyone was telling me that they really were being good and weren't any trouble. Good for them.
So, around 4, I was feeling all kinds of pressure. Karen checked me and I was 10 and ready to go! Yay! Goodbyes to all our family and friends that had been visiting with us, and we waited on Dr. Cook to arrive. He did about 4:30, and he got us all settled. He laid out our plan of action, and joked that he and Karen had a bet going on how many pushes I'd take. He said 20, she said 3. Then he said, he really felt that E would be out in about 12 pushes. I told him that I love a challenge. The other thing Dr. Cook told me was that we were going to do this nice and steady. He estimated her weight to be about 6 lbs, 12 oz, 18inches long. He still couldn't believe that L was 7 lbs. 15 oz and 21 1/2 inches long!
I began pushing and progress was pretty quick. Before I knew it, her head was out. Then, Dr. Cook told me to quit pushing and to let her come on her own. He wanted my body to do the work. I have to say, this was the coolest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Watching my daughter emerge from my body...a miracle. Z agrees. L or C's births were like this one. It was absolutely amazing. I have to also say that I felt a lot of this birth. It was not as bad as I thought, and I have no idea what happened to the epidural as I pushed. No matter, though, because I was able to be up and about around 2 or 3 hours after she was born.
As soon as she was out, Dr. Cook tried to move her up on my tummy. That's when we discovered how short her umbilical cord was. So, Z snipped it (complete with pictures), and then she was up on my chest. She had so much hair. I couldn't believe it. She looked so much like L did when he was born.
Next she was whisked away to the warmer to be checked. When I was all cleaned up, Z ran out to get the big kids so they could see her first bath. C burst into the room asking all about E. L took his normal, more cautious approach, checking on me, then peeking at his sister. Z made both kids wash their hands, and then C couldn't wait to get her hands in that warmer to touch her sister! L didn't want to touch her yet. He stood and observed with his hands in his pockets. They watched the nurse bathe E and measure her and weigh her. C kept asking lots of questions, and the nurses were so patiently explaining things. I think L finally patted E on her head around this time. He was so in love with his baby sister already.
I think one of the funniest things that C did was cry back at E when she was crying during her bath. L scolded C for doing that, but she told him, "You just don't know how to speak baby and I do. I know what she's saying." The nurses got a kick out of that one. Then, when it was time to bring the grandmothers in, L wouldn't leave the room. He told Z he needed to stay with Mommy and E to watch over them. So, Z and C went down the hall to fetch Tee and Nana. On their walk, C told Z, "Daddy, I just can't believe my eyes. She is so beautiful. Can you believe it? I love her so much Daddy."
Everyone took turns visiting and meeting our precious girl. Almost everyone agreed that she looked so much like L did. The friends/family that visited that night were my friend, M, Josh, Renata, Audrey, Jonathan, Heather, Joshua and Jackson and Z's dad. Other folks that visited at the hospital were Heather and the rest of her family, Dwight and Allie, Kelly and Maddie K., and Lindsay and Jared.
It was a wonderful, wonderful time! I'm so glad she's ours! I am so grateful to God for answering my prayers!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Poodles and Oodles of change
It's so funny how kids think. Right now, C is praying each night that God will let her be a Pink Poodle when she grows up. She is serious! Totally freaks her big brother out..."C, you can't be a dog when you grow up. God made you a person. You will have be a person for your whole life."
About the changes...oh my goodness have we been bombarded since August 10th with changes. My little man, we have realized, is a bit behind in reading. I kind of suspected this area to be his toughest. But, when we receieved a letter stating that he was also behind in math and needed to be put in EIP for math as well, I kind of flipped a little. I mean, the boy can add money in his head, add any football, baseball or basketball score, tell time, days of the week, shapes, basic math facts...how is he behind??? Come to find out, he just wouldn't answer the questions. I mean, after 3 hours of new student testing, I can see how he would be DONE! Anyway, after speaking with both the EIP teachers and my hubby, we have decided to leave him in both programs for now, just for extra exposure. The curriculum has just gotten so hard and the pace so fast, how can we not give him every advantage available. Even the EIP teacher is not sure he'll be in the math program long, but to have a good solid start during this school year, it wll be worth it.
On to C...at her open house, I realized that there is no way she can stay at our beloved pre-school. The curriculum is just exactly what she had the past 2 years. My C is ready to begin reading...and they will only expose them to letter sounds after they go through all the letters again. C learned all her letters and sounds in the 2 year old class...Although she needs lots of practice writing the letters and numbers, she really seems ready to be challenged. So, my heart fell when I realized that for 4 days each week, she would be wasting her time (and our money)!
As soon as I got in the car, I got on the phone with my friend J, whose daughter is C's best friend and also in the class. I asked her what she thought about the open house (before I shared my thoughts), and her feelings were the same as mine. This wasn't going to work! I was so worried about changing schools without A and doing it the same week Baby E will be born. I felt like my hands were tied. Then, I called another friend, A. Her daughter is at another preschool...God's divine intervention was revealed. There were 2 slots available in a 5 day class. This school has computers, pe, music, cultural arts, and of course a Christian education. Sight words, writing, math...just what Pre-K needs to be! Still a half-day program, still the same amount of money...and an extra day for her to be at "big school" like her brother (whom she misses terribly while he's at school). I mean, even the teacher I liked best had been praying for 2 more girls to balance out her class. Could that have been any more prefect? Crisis #2 averted.
I have tried to get in touch with the old pre-school director all weekend to let her know about the new development, but I haven't been able to reach her. I hate to just not show up on time on Monday, so I guess I'll call them to let them know as we're on our way to drop my little girl off at her new school tomorrow morning. Now both of the 4 year old classes at our old pre-school will be down to 8 kids and with only 1 three-year-old class, I don't know if they'll make it past this year. It's a shame, but they need to step up their program. So does the Kindergarten...the teacher is wonderful, and it is a great transition program for someone who has a late birthday (like my E will have), but it's just not keeping up with all that is being pushed on the kids on public school. It's sad that we can't let our babies stay babies and just attend playschool. But, it's just not what they need.
Next, we realized that dragging 3 kiddos to dance on Thursday evenings was really not going to be the best option. With the new school for C, her Lunch Bunch days could change. Fabulous! There was a class with 2 openings for A and C to join on Thursdays at 12:45! Yay! So, I'll pick the girls up from school on Thursdays while J picks up her other daughter from her MDO class. We'll have a picnic-type lunch in the car and get to dance and be done all before L even gets out of school. Sweet Baby E will just be grabbing her naps when she can, I guess. But, Thursday nights won't be so stressful now! God has been keeping His hand on us guiding us right now. I am so thankful to his provisions.
In other news, I am enjoying my last week of pregnancy ever. I am so ok with this one being our caboose. I feel like we'll be complete. It's been a wonderful pregnancy, and I am so excited to meet my girl! I am going to try to write more about the pregnancy this week.
About the changes...oh my goodness have we been bombarded since August 10th with changes. My little man, we have realized, is a bit behind in reading. I kind of suspected this area to be his toughest. But, when we receieved a letter stating that he was also behind in math and needed to be put in EIP for math as well, I kind of flipped a little. I mean, the boy can add money in his head, add any football, baseball or basketball score, tell time, days of the week, shapes, basic math facts...how is he behind??? Come to find out, he just wouldn't answer the questions. I mean, after 3 hours of new student testing, I can see how he would be DONE! Anyway, after speaking with both the EIP teachers and my hubby, we have decided to leave him in both programs for now, just for extra exposure. The curriculum has just gotten so hard and the pace so fast, how can we not give him every advantage available. Even the EIP teacher is not sure he'll be in the math program long, but to have a good solid start during this school year, it wll be worth it.
On to C...at her open house, I realized that there is no way she can stay at our beloved pre-school. The curriculum is just exactly what she had the past 2 years. My C is ready to begin reading...and they will only expose them to letter sounds after they go through all the letters again. C learned all her letters and sounds in the 2 year old class...Although she needs lots of practice writing the letters and numbers, she really seems ready to be challenged. So, my heart fell when I realized that for 4 days each week, she would be wasting her time (and our money)!
As soon as I got in the car, I got on the phone with my friend J, whose daughter is C's best friend and also in the class. I asked her what she thought about the open house (before I shared my thoughts), and her feelings were the same as mine. This wasn't going to work! I was so worried about changing schools without A and doing it the same week Baby E will be born. I felt like my hands were tied. Then, I called another friend, A. Her daughter is at another preschool...God's divine intervention was revealed. There were 2 slots available in a 5 day class. This school has computers, pe, music, cultural arts, and of course a Christian education. Sight words, writing, math...just what Pre-K needs to be! Still a half-day program, still the same amount of money...and an extra day for her to be at "big school" like her brother (whom she misses terribly while he's at school). I mean, even the teacher I liked best had been praying for 2 more girls to balance out her class. Could that have been any more prefect? Crisis #2 averted.
I have tried to get in touch with the old pre-school director all weekend to let her know about the new development, but I haven't been able to reach her. I hate to just not show up on time on Monday, so I guess I'll call them to let them know as we're on our way to drop my little girl off at her new school tomorrow morning. Now both of the 4 year old classes at our old pre-school will be down to 8 kids and with only 1 three-year-old class, I don't know if they'll make it past this year. It's a shame, but they need to step up their program. So does the Kindergarten...the teacher is wonderful, and it is a great transition program for someone who has a late birthday (like my E will have), but it's just not keeping up with all that is being pushed on the kids on public school. It's sad that we can't let our babies stay babies and just attend playschool. But, it's just not what they need.
Next, we realized that dragging 3 kiddos to dance on Thursday evenings was really not going to be the best option. With the new school for C, her Lunch Bunch days could change. Fabulous! There was a class with 2 openings for A and C to join on Thursdays at 12:45! Yay! So, I'll pick the girls up from school on Thursdays while J picks up her other daughter from her MDO class. We'll have a picnic-type lunch in the car and get to dance and be done all before L even gets out of school. Sweet Baby E will just be grabbing her naps when she can, I guess. But, Thursday nights won't be so stressful now! God has been keeping His hand on us guiding us right now. I am so thankful to his provisions.
In other news, I am enjoying my last week of pregnancy ever. I am so ok with this one being our caboose. I feel like we'll be complete. It's been a wonderful pregnancy, and I am so excited to meet my girl! I am going to try to write more about the pregnancy this week.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Drop-off
I dropped off my little guy at school early this morning. It was a zoo. People were everywhere, but he was so happy to be going to school. I wonder how long him popping up out of bed will last. One week? Three days? He's typically not a morning person,so we'll see.
I walked him to his class since we had a huge bag of supplies to deliver. He went right to his seat, across from his buddy from t-ball, and just waited. Another mom came up to talk to me and I just wanted to tell L good-bye. I began walking to the door and called out a good-bye to him. He just nodded his head and barely lifted his fingers in a wave to me. It was as if to say, "I'm fine, Mommy. You can go now."
Of course time is dragging by, and I can't wait until 2:20. C and I are going to the grocery store and then to lunch with friends to pass our time. I keep thinking how I wish L ate more breakfast...oh, well. He'll be fine!
I walked him to his class since we had a huge bag of supplies to deliver. He went right to his seat, across from his buddy from t-ball, and just waited. Another mom came up to talk to me and I just wanted to tell L good-bye. I began walking to the door and called out a good-bye to him. He just nodded his head and barely lifted his fingers in a wave to me. It was as if to say, "I'm fine, Mommy. You can go now."
Of course time is dragging by, and I can't wait until 2:20. C and I are going to the grocery store and then to lunch with friends to pass our time. I keep thinking how I wish L ate more breakfast...oh, well. He'll be fine!
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