XxmamadramaXx's Momaroo

lost friends

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:41:59 GMT

In my life there have been several people who I grew up with, until about the 4th grade. I have often wondered where these people have gone. What are they doing? What do they look like today? Are they married with kids yet? I wish I could find these people and talk to them. I have actually found one girl that I went to elementary school with until the 4th grade. I had heard she moved really far away, but really she's actually right down the road from me. No lie. Seriously.

the first person, if given a chance to talk to, would be Jennifer. I don't remember how old I was(I was younger than 5, I know that), but she lived about 5 houses down from me. she had bright red hair, freckles. I don't remember her face but I knew she had a brother that lived upstairs, their stairs were spiral. I remember them being spiral because I remember thinking they were awesome. Haha. I don't remember her mom and dad but I remember he grandma, she was nice. One day I went to her house and Jennifer wasn't home, but her grandma let me in anyway(thinking back now, I don't know why this lady would have let me in without my friend being there). I knew her dog, a rottweiler, had puppies. I walked down the hallway and into the room where the mama dog was. I turned to leave because I was just going to look at them, and the mama dog lunged and bit the back of my leg. I still have the scar. I don't know why, but I never told anyone from her house what happened, I just left. I don't ever remember talking to this family again after this happening. It seems like when this happened we just stopped talking and they moved very shortly thereafter. After I got bit by her dog, I walked home and my memory fades as I walk out their door. My mom still has those jeans that I was wearing the day I got bitten, and they still have droplets of blood on them. When my parent's pass, I would like to get those jeans and keep them, I know it's sounds silly, but I do. I don't think I'll ever forget Jennifer and how much fun we had in that short amount of time. Another memory I have is my brother and his friend Trey were playing outside, for some reason there were lots of kids on our street that day. I remember me and Jennifer carried an aquarium around, a small one and it was FULL of toads and snakes. HA, can you believe that?? I loved catching toads and those little grass snakes, I still do. Every time I am at my parents house and Daisy is there, we go outside and look for "nakes"(it's what Daisy calls them). I remember letting them go and they scatter like roaches, it was so funny. I don't think Jennifer ever said goodbye to me or my family, but we had good memories.

the next person is Dean(he wasn't a friend, just a memory). Dean lived down the street, directly across the street from our elementary school. At that same time(I'm still BFs with Tara and Dana) I was best friends with Tara, Dana and Michelle. Sometimes our moms would allow us to walk home because really, the school was a short distance from all of our houses. Every time we walked home, Dean would follow us and throw rocks at us and chase us. Dean was a chubby kid, I remember thinking he was REALLY ugly. I'm sorry, he was. One day Michelle was running a bit slow and Dean caught up with her(that day it was only me and Michelle). She yelled to me to run and I did. I didn't stop for a long long time. Dean was really mean to her. Michelle and Dean were separated by one house, but we never hung out with him..ever. I don't remember when he left, but his house is now dilapidated. It's boarded up and looks like ghosts or junkies could live in there. His house, before he moved, was really old anyway. It seemed to be a big 2-story house and it was white. I wonder where he is right now, I wonder if he ever became more handsome(I can't imagine that he has) and met someone and has kids. I hope one day I get to find out.

And the final person is Shane. I used to remember his last name, not that I would have said it here anyway. In the 4th grade, he was tallest and the cutest, everyone had a crush on him. Even my friend Dana, who until the 10th grade couldn't talk unless someone did for her because she was SO shy. Dana confided in me one day, telling me she had a major crush on this boy. Shane had brown hair that was always parted to the side with that little wave in the front. He had a small gap between his teeth and talked with a small lithp(haha, kidding, lisp), his freckles were only concentrated across his nose and nowhere else. His eyes were hazel. Please don't ask how my memory of him so good, I don't know. After lunch every day we got to have recess for about 30 minutes. One day at recess I ran to him and told him Dana had a crush on him, he stood there, not saying anything while he played with another boy at the tether ball pole. He could've care less. I didn't tell Dana I had told him that until years later, she was surprised but she couldn't get mad. By that time we hadn't seen Shane in many many years and he was just a little school-girl crush. We both laughed it off and we still laugh about it today and surprisingly, she still turns a bit red when I mention it. Shane was a well-mannered boy and I'm sure today he is a very successful guy, he might have a really pretty girlfriend or wife with beautiful children. He was never mean to the girls, I'm sure his parents were terrific people. He was smart, very smart. (Another thing about him I JUST remembered: Dana, me, Michelle and Tara were the cheerleaders for our elementary school and he was a cheerleader too!!)

It's really weird how often I find myself thinking about these people who I haven't seen nor talked to in over 10 years. I wish I could run into these people and be like "Hey, I went to school with you, remember me"?! I doubt I'll get the chance, but it'd be nice just to see what these people's lives are like. Did they turn in junkies? I hope not.

Are there people from your past that you often think about? What are your memories of them? Have you ever come in contact with them?

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 20:22:23 GMT

So I'll tell the same story while I'm here. Today James went in my room and closed the door. I wasn't too worried because he does it all the time. So I went by the door and peered underneath it and saw his little feet. I started whispering his name and he got all freaked out, it was kind of cute(I'm evil). His feet went away I figured I'd scare him. So I opened the door and then peered under it again and saw his feet coming to the door. He pushed it closed again but I also heard a 'click' sound. I didn't think anything of it, I thought maybe he was trying to turn the knob. So I smiled when he walked away and reached my arm up and when I couldn't turn it, I FREAKED. He had locked himself in! I was so scared. So I jiggled with the door(like that was going to help and magically unlock it for me...dumb me) and I heard James cry because he heard me freaking out. I started thinking of things that could fit into a tiny hole and unlock the door...hmmm. I had an idea though. We have a gray toolbox that has different sized screwdrivers and we have 3 that are the size of the ones that fix glasses. So I grabbed on and poked it through the hole, it was a perfect fit. I pushed the lock back out and opened the door. I felt so bad! I apologized to James and he was okay with it, hahahaha.
After we had gotten through that, I got dressed and we went down to the gym so I could do my work out(today it seem to do much, I think I need to change it up a little). I had a conversation with a cute little old man in there, he was nice and it always makes me really appreciative when the older folks can tolerate a loud baby. he didn't seem to mind one bit that James was talking at an abnormally loud level. Hahaha. So we got done with my 30 minute work out, we came up and I brought James in my room and closed the door so he couldn't roam around the whole place....I needed a shower. So I turned the shower on, did my thing. this is what I came out of the shower to look at::

Yeah, I apparently had a Q-tip snowstorm and the abominable snow baby named James was walking around in it! I laughed it off and picked it all up and threw it in the trash can. I turn around and he's taken them out of the trash can and all over the floor again...geez. And he just dumped a crapload of crackers on the floor....SIGH! Good thing our dog likes the baby snacks, hehe.

For the moms out there!!!

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 19:08:47 GMT

I know when I had James, and still to this day, I sometimes feel ugly because of lack of sleep, I gained 70 pounds while pregnant so my body is totally different, my feet are a size bigger, my breasts are abnormally large, I now have chronic health problems that I blame on pregnancy(because I was fine before), stretch marks are my worst enemy and I usually don't put make up on because I don't have many places to go because we have 1 car. I'm a stay at home mom and everyone in my condo complex works, and if they don't, they're staying inside from the heat too. I don't get out much and I admit that. I don't swim anymore because, hello, going from 135 to 200 pounds doesn't look good on a stretch marked fat girl like me, hahahaha. So, to make myself feel better and because I sell Avon, I buy the things that would accentuate things that I used to not be so worried about. Like my eyes, my nails, my lips and I'm into wearing summer dresses more now. I do work out when I'm not changing a diaper, cooking, cleaning or taking a shower(when I can!!). So here are a few things that I have bought for myself that I think would help make the new mom out there with a new body or who is just not feeling herself.

(I never wore lipstick because I never thought it would ever look good on me. I bought some of this, Ultra Rich Lipstick in a few different shades. I LOVE them and now I'm a lipstick-a-holic. Wearing lipstick helped me to feel really good about my image as both a mom and a wife, cause I still want to look totally hot for Neil- at least I try)

(I love to smell good, and the smell of this Mandarin Jasmin shower gel rocks my world. This is something to definitely take in the shower with you as soon as you get a chance. If there is one thing I should tell new moms, it's to always take time out for YOU. As soon as the baby goes to sleep or if you have someone else with you, take that opportunity and jump in the shower....with this! you can buy the lotion with it too. My husband told me he actually really likes the smell of this on me, it makes me feel good to hear him say that)

(Ah, foot massages. After being on your feet whether if it's for cleaning, cooking, holding your little one for going for a walk with the kids, this stuff is the stuff of champion moms! Have your husband give you an amazing foot rub with this Foot Works Moisturizing cream. It has that pepperminty smell and it makes your feet and nose tingle. What I do is smother this stuff on my feet at night and put socks on. I wake up with ultra smooth feet, and having clean looking and moisturized feet make me feel really good, even if it has been 2 days with no shower, hehe.)

(not a lot of people have time to sit in front of the mirror with a crying baby or a hungry toddler and try to pluck all those crazy eyebrows! I hate plucking, it hurts and takes too much time. I actually have this hair removal cream and it works WONDERS! Put a thick layer of this over your eyebrows where you want or if you have that very light colored mustache, I have one too ladies, put it on and in minutes, no hair! I was amazed, seriously amazed. It will also help you to not feel so self conscious about those crazy eyebrows, if you don't have time then you don't have time. But this stuff works, for real.)

(There is nothing worse than talking yourself into working out. You're busy with all this stuff THEN you're pressured by today's celebrities to lose all that weight at one time. Well, look, working out is hard, but when you do get the chance to work out, it feels great. But what if you don't feel like nothing is happening? I think that all the time. I bought this waist trimmer almost a year ago and it really works. It helps you to sweat more around your waist, you do this for however long- walking 5 days a week for 30 minutes or whatever your regiment is- it helps and it boosts your confidence. It's helped me to realize I'm beautiful no matter what- big small skinny or fat. Being a mom and a wife is more rewarding.)

Well that's it for Avon-I'm sorry it's long, but this stuff has helped me feel better about being me in my new body. Here are some things from Target that have helped me too!

(I love long dresses and not to hide what I have, but they make me feel very pretty. Summer dresses like this one are good for poolside fun, going to beach or just hanging around. It's dark in color, but the material is light and air-y.)

(I LOVE these! they're my favorite pants to wear and great for summertime. Not to mention, I feel invincible when I wear them, I don't know why. Again, these go with anything and when you're in a hurry for a doctor appointment or you need to go get some diapers PRONTO, slip these babies on and keep on that shirt you have on and Viola, you're instantly HOT!!!)

(this is a hot little number huh? Sigh- I know how it is to have your baby and later on, being intimate with your husband or better half begins to get harder and harder. I also know how it feels to not want to have sex because of how you think you look. Believe me, your husband will think you're hot in this-or out of it. Plus, wearing something simple yet mysterious like this helps rev things up...when baby finally goes to sleep. Even if it's for 10 minutes, quickies are fun too, hehe. You need to keep the spark alive, it's just something humans were born to do. Wearing this also will boost your confidence to do fun things between the sheets!)

(I'm definitely a shoe person and I feel like the shoe is the glue to the outfit. I actually wore these hotties to a wedding, they're comfortable and I had more than just my husband compliment me. It feel great to have people notice the small things, it helps me to see me through other people's eyes. I've always said to people who think they're ugly-that included telling myself this-"You're so used to seeing yourself at the mirror, you don't see what other people see, you're beautiful". And if a shoe helps you, then that's GREAT!)

that's all I have. I know it was long, but some people seriously don't know who to go to for advise and some people might not have anyone to talk to about these things. No, I'm not saying I'm the bomb and you should talk to me, but I hope this helps people feel good. These same things have helped me in the littlest ways but have made a huge impact on how I see myself through other people's eyes.

Then don't worry

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 03:20:05 GMT

(I just would like to say, if you don't like the Mamaroo sites, then get over it!!) Ugh, people...anyway. Today was just like any other day. We woke up, had breakfast and then went to my parent's house. We spend the whole day over there and most of it was waiting on dinner to cook- haha. We had roast with onions, carrots and potatoes, a salad with my homemade vinaigrette and for dessert had banana splits. Yummy! While shopping at HEB, I saw someone from high school that I would rather not have talked to, but oh well, things like that happen(so my sister needs to get used to the fact that she lives in the same city as the people she dreads to see....you're bound to see those people!!!). We exchanged good words and went about our day. He was a jerk anyway and when he asked what I was up to these days, I told him I was married with a kid. He asked if it was someone from around here and I said no(not no, but hell no). He then said "Well you could've had me in high school". I kind of gave him that "but I didn't, so shut up" look. He could be a jerk in school, we were friends but not good friends. We hung out with the same people.
    James' bobo seemed to have plateaued. Nothing is happening with it, there isn't even a little hole where anything could come out anyway, so it's just...stuck there. (for those who don't know, James has a boil on his bottom, but it looks 200 times better than earlier in the week)
    Today while at HEB I picked up Rachel Ray's Everyday magazine and have already eyeballed what I'd like to experiment with. Her recipes are always easy and don't require me to buy off the wall herbs or ingredients(all the time) like some call for. I think I want to start having a family recipe box. I already have many recipes just from my side of the family and Neil's side, I want stuff that no one has made yet. It makes me so happy when I cook. I love to show my skills off, and it also helps me refine my skills. I love to make people happy and usually food is the best way to give a good first impression. The first time I cooked for Neil, I made some MEAN pork chops that even my brother said were better than my dads(and he cooks 'em pretty damn good!). That felt awesome!
    Neil doesn't have to go into work until after lunch time tomorrow, that's cool! I'm hoping by the time he leaves I'll be more than halfway through the laundry. We're having a bit of a build up now, gross. I think I'm going to look at some good deals on Avon and Target. I'll let y'all know what my finds are tomorrow!

One more day

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 20:02:56 GMT

It was 6 AM when my mother in law called my hubby, we slept through it. She then called my phone, she doesn't usually do that, so I knew something was up. I answered in my groggy-mommy-hasn't-had-enough-sleep-voice. she told me that we need to take James to the ER because he looks bad. I knew he looked bad, he'd been looking bad since he came from from the hospital. I had just told Neil the day before that we need to think about taking James into the ER because something is wrong. And there was something very wrong. His eyes were sunken in, he was almost an ashy gray color and his little fontanel was sunken too. That's not healthy.
I first noticed something was wrong one night when Neil was in class and I was at home with James, we'd been watching one of the reality shows I like. I can't tell you how old he was then, probably almost a month old- yeah, I think. I had just given him 2 ounces of formula and he was doing really good. I burped him and put him back in his bouncy chair that was nestled on the couch with me. Then out of nowhere James threw up, not spit up, projectile barfing. I knew that when babies have projectile vomiting, something was wrong. So I kind of freaked out and called my mom, who kind of talked me down. This went on for a long time, I was first time mom and he had been to the doctor for this, but the doctor said it was reflux and prescribed him some baby antacid stuff. It seemed to work in the beginning, we propped his bed up at the head so he slept at an incline, he constantly help him straight up when eating, we rarely let him lay flat. One day I remember Neil's dad telling me he had pyloric stenosis as a baby. It affects the first born white male, how weird. Instantly, a light bulb went off. I knew, my motherly instinct told me this is what James had. Nobody thought I was right though, no one. (If you hear a mom tell people something is wrong, don't shoot her down, chances are she's right) One night while my mom was having her Girls' Night out, James had cried for 45 minutes straight. Seriously, and not a little cute baby cry, like a possessed baby cry. He was not happy with anything I did. I sang, I tried burping(only to get thrown up on), I did everything I could think of. I called my mom and she told me to bring him to her. I happily ran at the offer and met up with her at the restaurant. And got a good vodka tonic out of the deal too- hey, after dealing with that all night, I deserved a strong drink!! So we all went home, all was good. I took James to my parent's house one day, I was there for some reason over night. I left to go do something and so mom and dad had James. Mom had taken his clothes off so he could enjoy his freedom and my dad had mentioned he look like an Ethiopian kid. You could clearly see his ribs and his face was creepy looking anyway. So she sent my dad out to buy some Nutrimigen, the most expensive baby formula out there. He did good with it! I was so happy, we'd found a cure! (I should tell you at this point, we had switched to more than 5 different formulas) But not for long, James eventually barfed it all up. you can't imagine how hopeless I was. I had always had this fear that I would bond with my baby and then I'd lose him, and I knew I couldn't deal with that. That weekend, that's when my mother in law called. She just kind of confirmed what I had wanted to do. So we all drove to the Children's Hospital in Houston, it was well worth the 30 minute drive. We got there, no one was there! Awesome. They checked all of his vitals. I think the scariest part was when he finally got admitted, one of the nurses had asked me if I had noticed that James would occasionally stop breathing. It freaked me out, I hadn't noticed it, and seeing it really put chills all over my already clamy skin. They did an ultrasoun, lo and behold, who was right? MOM! I WAS RIGHT! I was happy that he had this because I knew the surgery was a 15 minute surgery, quick and there was only a few steps. At the same time, I felt so bad that this little guy had to go through this turmoil, a little one shouldn't have to go through anything like that. They couldn't schedule the surgery for a while because James had so little energy and so little electrolytes, they had to build him up for a while. On the day they came and got him, it was a bitter-sweet moment. Right before they took him out, James threw up ALL of his stomach acid, it was really gross looking. James also had burns on his mouth from his saliva, so I'm sure it hurt him even more. the doctors who did the surgery were SO awesome, they were...there are no words to describe them, there just aren't. Once he was done with his surgery, we probably waited a total of 30 minutes, we got to go back and see him in recovery. After that, back to NICU.
From the time he came back from surgery to the time we left, James had totally done a 360. He had spunk in his eyes, and it was the first time he smiled without having gas. James spent his very first Easter laying in that hospital bed. It was a good Easter though, he got his health as a gift and that's all I could have asked for. Even now me and Neil have trouble looking at pictures from when he was sick. People ask me how James was at 2 months old and there is nothing I can say, I didn't have a normal 2 month old. So when we finally got home from the hospital, James ate more than I'd ever seen! He was drinking 6 ounces in no time and he finally got some meat on his bones. I was so happy our baby was healthy. the reason why I titled this One More Day is because I felt like if we would have waited one more, I don't think James would be with us today. He's a great kid, he keeps me on my toes and what I love the most is he suffered no set backs from this. He's an awesome kid, I wouldn't have done anything different looking back.

If you want info on Pyloric Stenosis, just look here.

My brave ones!

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:20:47 GMT

This picture says Brave to me- that's exactly what James has been today. He has a boil on his bum and I can tell it hurts to sit, lay down, do pretty much anything. Today I saw it had a white head to it so I got some tweezers and nipped the head off- he didn't raise a big fuss then because he barely felt it. I put him on his belly and got some of the nasty stuff out of it. He cried like hell, but it made him feel better to get some of the pressure out. I called his doctor's nurse and talked to her, she asked what I'd been doing so far and told her I had popped it and gotten some stuff out to relieve some pressure, then put him in a warm bath with Epsom salt and have been putting triple antibiotic cream on it every time I change his diaper. And it felt really good for her to tell me I'm doing everything right. You always hear people say don't mess with your pimples and so in my head I thought that's what the nurse was going to say. I feel good. I got some more out a while ago and James was a trooper so I told Neil that we need to get him something for being so brave. I don't know what yet, but he's got a surprise coming his way! Any good ideas?
I have a very good friend, we've been friends for a very long time and we know we can always talk to each other about anything....ever. She has been having some really freaky sporadic periods, she went 54 days without a period one time. She finally went to the doctor and they did a blood test and the results weren't good. they said she has too much testosterone in her blood, and the only reason that hormone should be elevated is if she's on any kind of medication, she's not on any. He then told her that it's either a benign brain tumor, which I hope to God it's not or that she had PCOS, which is Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. This runs in her family and I wouldn't be surprised if this is what happened to her as well. But what makes me the most sad is that I've always seen me and her having our kids grow up together. She can still have children, but it could take a long time, she's always wanted to be a stay at home mom like me. She is depressed and sad but she's so calm about it, she knows it won't last forever. But as a woman who has the same goals as her, it hurts me too. I'm going out with her tonight, we'll be out with another girl so I doubt she'd want to talk about it. I don't blame her. But she knows that I will always be here for her, we've been there for each other for a long time. She's a strong, brave person, I know she'll be okay. She's got a strong support system, plus she has amazing friends. Just keep her in your prayers please.

Butt it hurts!

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 22:10:02 GMT

Yes, I meant to spell butt b-u-t-t. James is very prone to really bad diaper rashes and he had a small bump the other day but thought it was the beginning of a diaper rash. I thought it was nothing A&D couldn't fix. It's a household product over here so, of sure, it would work....not! Last night Neil just patted his butt and James cried and I told Neil he had a bobo and to watch out. So I was changing his diaper today after having lunch with my SIL at the Aquarium and noticed the bump was way big and hard. I've had some experience with these buggers- a staph infection. I know what makes these pop up and I feel like a really bad mom. However, the thought that everyone carries staph in their blood and sometimes some people eventually get a bobo like his makes me feel a little better. So tonight, an Epsom salt bath and a good cleaning of the area will have to do. I hope it goes by fast though, I hate seeing James in pain. I just will need to keep a very watchful eye on his rear and hope James lets me get it when it comes to a head. Gross, I know, but hey, what else?
Tonight we're having movie night, complete with store bought pizza and sangria- woohoo! On the list tonight we have Rambo followed by The Hulk . I didn't see the first one and I finally saw previews for the second one and it looks super good. I don't want to spoil the fun and see the second one, thank goodness for Netflix huh? I am secretly having a love affair with Netflix. they're always on time and have a huge list to choose from. We've watched SO many movies through Netflix, some good some bad, but it's awesome because we used to just buy movies. Alot of money wasted.

So to the parents: has anyone else had experience with a staph infection on their child(ren)? If so, how did you handle it?
To everyone: Don't you LOVE Netflix? What movies have you recently discovered??

My birth experience

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 15:24:15 GMT

On February 5th, I was still getting all of James' clothes and new stuff from the baby shower in order. I had told my husband "We need to get this done, all his laundry folded and put away because I don't want us to be disorganized now and then have James and be even more disorganized". So we watched some TV, had a home-made-not-good-for-a-pregnant-woman-dinner and then went to bed. We did our usual night-time ritual which consisted of first I go potty and brush my teeth and then Neil goes potty and brushed his teeth and by the time he comes to bed, I'm snoring. It worked out pretty swell, hehe. So we sleep really good and the next day, Neil gets up and gets ready for work, does all his usual morning round up of all his work things and, like all days, comes in the room and kisses me good-bye. Nothing unusual about this day at all, seriously. So like the day before and the day before, I stay in bed to catch even more ZZ's and I hear the door close. Cool, he's gone(okay, not cool he's gone, but cool, have a good day, haha) Then, something happens(good thing we had put a plastic mattress cover on our brand new mattresses!!!!!). I feel a hard contraction. Kind of like if you had a water balloon and you squeezed it, this is probably what the water balloon felt before bursting. So I felt this contraction and feel a slight-'pop'. And my first thought was "Oh shit". I can't tell you how far along I was because at the end of everything and after seeing James, he had hang nails but my doctor was telling me I was around 36 weeks, so something didn't add up me. Anyway, back to the story. I RAN to the bathroom as fast as I could. I knew what happened and I was so terribly excited! However, it wasn't my doctor or my husband that I called first, it was my mom. She was in Houston that day for training and when she answered I said "Mom, my freaking water broke!!!!". So she told me to hang up and call my doctor so I know where exactly to go. So I called the doc, got the directions and all that jazz then called Neil who was about 45 minutes away form home by now. (In Houston traffic, it's hard to get to the place you're going but it's easier to turn around and go back the opposite way) So I called Neil and told him to turn around cause it's that day. I was calm through all this just to let you guys know. So I nonchalantly got into the shower because I don't wanna be stinky and have my legs going everywhere later on, right? I knew I would want the drugs so I didn't eat anything. food+ anesthesia= vomiting. I didn't want that at all. So I get dressed and we lived on the 3rd floor, that sucks super bad. I have 2 towels wrapped around my bottom half and at this point I think "Why in the hell do they make this look easy in the movies? No one is ever wet like this!" Funny. So we get down to the car, I don't want to move too much because that feeling of constantly peeing was really gross to me and I didn't want to make it worse. I made a small pallet of towels on the front seat(thank goodness for leather) and we drive. We hit several bumps along the, making me glare at Neil and he would just glare back, what else should he have done, clicked the Go-Go- Gadget wings and made the car fly? Would have been nice, but no. So we finally arrive at the hospital and by now I'm feeling very light contractions. We get inside and I see about 10 nurses standing there with their heads somewhere else because they looked at me like they'd never seen a pregnant woman, jerks. So they made me wait about 10 minutes, all the while I'm sitting on a pile of towels, now literally covered in my mom juices and I was feeling pretty nasty even after my shower. We get in the room and the kind of mean nurse(or it could've been my hormones telling me she was mean, stupid hormones need to quiet down!) told me I need to change into my gown. I finally get into the bed where there is a bed pad, waiting for me! YAY! The feeling of letting those towels go was all too amazing to me. Ha. So the nurse puts some towels between my legs and of course, they didn't stay dry for too long. Anyway, all my family shows up and I'm looking like beached whale on Galveston Island(that's where James was born). It was nice to see everyone though. It makes a person feel good to know that they have family that care. So things are going steadily, nothing is happening too much. However, they give me the Pit- ugh. I HATED that crap. It sped things along which was good, but damn, it makes it hurt faster! I ask for an epidural. they say there is a list but they got lucky and found an anesthesiologist in the hallway that is willing to do it for me real quick. Awesome. I get it done and all is well. they put a catheter in and I'm in Heaven. It was basically having someone there to pee for me, didn't have to get up or anything! Let's fast forward shall we? Okay, things are hurting, I'm pressing the little button for more of that awesome medicine but it feels like nothing is working. I think I pressed the button like 20 times in a row and nothing. I was about 8 centimeters now and I could definitely feel it. So a few more minutes of feeling like crapola and I was finally 10 centimeters! Sweet! they got my prepped for pushing and had me do practice pushes. My legs are in the stirrups, I'm pushing and some guy, the head of anesthesiology just walks in my room without knocking and looks at me! I felt so violated. How gross and how utterly rude of him. And he proceeds to argue with the person that gave me my epidural about how he didn't know she did it and blah blah blah and I wanted to turn my head and say " SHUT THE F*CK UP!!!!" Seriously. After a while of practice pushing they see James' heart rate would dip down when I pushed and they also saw he was sunny side up. So they said "We need to do a C-section". Crap, crap crap! I wanted to avoid it all costs, but I would have done anything at that moment. they roll me down the hallway, the whole way telling me it's not an emergency, it happens all the time. But I really wanted to say "Well treat it like an emergency because I'm ready for the pain to go away!!!" We get into the OR, I'm on the table, in obvious pain and they start asking me questions, I knew they had to but I didn't really want to talk. The OR anesthesia guy tells me his name, tells me what's going on, cool. He gave me more meds and I could feel every pinch the surgeon made and told him to give me more meds. I could still feel it. So he gave me more and I finally went numb. They started the C-section and I could seriously feel them pluck James out of me. It felt so good to have him out and so good to know he's safe. I heard him cry and I looked at Neil and he looked at me. I think we both though"Well, this is the last time we'll have quiet time". Hahaha, sorry, it's true. They sew me up and send me to recovery where I see my two BFFs. I stayed there that night without James and the next day they take me LND to finish out my time at the hospital. James ended up having jaundice which I knew was normal but I freaked out anyway. they took the blessed catheter out so I had to teach myself to pee again. I didn't get to eat until the next day though, so that was 2 whole days that I didn't have any food or water. I felt like a starving dog, the minute I saw food, it could've been any kind of food- cat food, dog food, I would've taken it. No doubt. I was so happy. They said I could go but James had to stay. I wasn't going home with nothing to show for my pain so I decided to stay one more day. The next day was Thursday, Neil had class so we couldn't go home as a family. My Mimi drove me home and I think that was the scardest I've ever been. It was late for her so she drove in and out of lanes the whole time, scary! We finally made it home and I was greeted by my mom and sister in law and they all helped me up the 3 flights of stairs. The next few weeks were full of pain and the baby blues; we went to Wal-mart to get a breast pump and felt like I was going to die from the pain of the C-section. We had to take breaks every now and then.
All in all, my first experience was okay. Not what I intended it to be in my head, but I got a great gift out of it and I love the fact that giving birth made a way stronger person. I love being a mom it's what I was born to do, it's my calling, if you will. Haha. I'm itching for another baby now, but we have to wait until Neil is out of school. I don't want to wait that long, but oh well.

My son and MC Hammer

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 22:31:35 GMT

James really likes this commercial, he hears it and immediately turns(a full 180 sometimes!) to see what all the buzz is about. He's so funny. Does anyone else's' baby like this commercial? I kind of laughed when I saw it because the dad just seems like the nerdy type, ya know, and then we see him doing the MC Hammer dance, ha. It tickled me.
I video'd James in the bathtub with lots of bubbles but my computer is acting funny so I'll have to post it later on tonight. If I don't get a better one tonight I'll use the bathtub video; I tried to hide his little naked body as best I could because I didn't want anyone thinking I wanted to put it out there(like, gross), so I might just try and get another video of him tonight doing something funny. Okay, off to watch Wheel of Fortune!!

Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 15:34:00 GMT

I had a case of the sweet tooth yesterday but didn't think I had anything sweet. So I got some tortillas, cut them into fourths, sprayed olive oil on them and dusted them lightly with cinnamon and sugar. James REALLY liked them and so did I! This definitely helped tame my sweet tooth!

James started his Evil eye phase it's hilarious. He tried to pull this look on us when he gets into trouble, we try our hardest not to laugh but it never fails to get him out of trouble!

Neil came home from work the other day with a huge bundle of flowers for me and a card- just for the heck of it. Well, to say he loved me really. I love these flowers! They're so pretty!

My boys playing guitar hero- James was totally cool! And was enthralled by the guitar that was twice his size, but he did a good job. He got a higher score than Neil!!!

Just wanted to share some pictures that have been building up in our pictures folder. Hope everyone has a good day. I'll be cleaning, we have some people coming around to all the apartments looking at them because there is someone that is interested in purchasing the condo complex and I guess he wants his people to see what kind of shape the condos are in. Ours isn't too bad, we've only lived in ours for almost 2 months. Nonetheless, it needed to be cleaned anyway, like bad. I need to get the strength to put the laundry away, it's the worst part, blah. I'm going to try and get a funny video of James today to share with everyone. He was playing with Besita(our chihuahua) last night but as soon as I turned on the camera, they both stopped and looked at the camera. I guess I'll have to go undercover to get a cute video. Okay, sorry, that was supposed to be short.