It's OK!
I think of you often and pray. I know things are only getting harder right now and they should only be breezy at this stage of life. You have taken on a new role: Caregiver. This is a special one and a new title that God has given you. I will give you advice like you would give me. Pray daily and walk with God, He will lead your steps. Whether you feel it is a right or wrong decision, keep going. It's all part of our destination. Rewards may be in heaven but you will get them, God promises. As you know I often wonder why me for the twins, as you do with your new caregiver position, but God knows and I have realized and believe that I will never know why. One day in heaven I will surely ask though!
Keep a journal daily, even if it is on your new laptop and in your own word documents. It will help. This blog has helped me and just gets things off my chest and I love doing it everyday.
I liked this link... check it out and know that I love you and if you need to talk I am here for YOU!
http://christianinspirational.org/caregivers-are-god%E2%80%99s-precious-gift-to-us/
Love, Your Only Sunshine
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Hurdles....
After having a singleton baby, you would think things would be a breeze the next time. Well, in most cases it probably is but when its twins the second time that just throws a curve! Small hurdles become major ones or at least in the adult mind. I think things end up being much harder on the parents then the kids.
We have crossed many bridges with the girls, such as bottles to sippies, formula to milk, and baby food to table food. All has gone well, but I can also remember how much I stressed about these things. Another major step was getting rid of the pacifiers! I have read that anywhere from 16 months to 2 years is the best time to get rid of it and after two years old it is just a habit. With my first son, I realized one day driving home as he fell asleep in the back of the car, that if he can do it in the car with out a paci with out fussing then he can do it at home. So cold turkey, at around 15 months, he was done! And it was just that easy with him. With the girls, I dreaded it, because it had also become my source of go to for crying situations. I feel as if girls cry and whine so much more than boys.?!? We had one more road trip coming up for Easter and I just decided that when we got back on Monday that we would stop giving the girls their paci. Of course they would be 20 months old at the time and they had been on pacis for only nap and bedtime for several months prior to this. I broke and ended up not starting till May 1st. This was a Sunday and beginning of the new week of a new month! This worked! And after just 2-3 days of asking for "papi" they realized it wasn't coming back. We even survived our first sickness without pacis just 5 days after the process started! I am proud to say my girls are paci free and it really wasn't as bad as I was dreading it to be. I will also admit that I wish on some cranky afternoons that I had a "papi" to give to them to hush them. We are in the process of becoming big girls!
Next big hurdle that I see coming is potty training!!!! Boys are so different, first I didn't have to think about this till he was closer to three and all he had to do was stand, pee pee, and then we were good to go. If he had to go while traveling, just stop on the side of the road, let him aim it and pee, get back in car and go. I have a scary feeling about the girls though. Many many stops to pee pee and now I have to carry a porta potty. Two at one time? Two at one time? Will they do fight over who gets what potty and will they train together and be ready at the same time? I know that we are only 21 months right now but I see it coming very close to when they turn 2. Only two and a half months away :) They both are sitting occasionally on the potty and talk about it very often, and one is telling me to change her when she is pee pee. We are now working on how to put pants up and down. There has been no official pee or poo in the potty yet, so we are not getting on board the ship just yet. The girls will move up into a new class in August and will also be two then, so I am seeing a light coming on in that tunnel.
One final hurdle that I am also feeling but have absolutely no idea when it will occur is toddler beds. We already have them purchased and just waiting for the right time. Our son was around 27 months and handled it very well. Two girls in the same room with freedom...pray hard once this happens!
We have crossed many bridges with the girls, such as bottles to sippies, formula to milk, and baby food to table food. All has gone well, but I can also remember how much I stressed about these things. Another major step was getting rid of the pacifiers! I have read that anywhere from 16 months to 2 years is the best time to get rid of it and after two years old it is just a habit. With my first son, I realized one day driving home as he fell asleep in the back of the car, that if he can do it in the car with out a paci with out fussing then he can do it at home. So cold turkey, at around 15 months, he was done! And it was just that easy with him. With the girls, I dreaded it, because it had also become my source of go to for crying situations. I feel as if girls cry and whine so much more than boys.?!? We had one more road trip coming up for Easter and I just decided that when we got back on Monday that we would stop giving the girls their paci. Of course they would be 20 months old at the time and they had been on pacis for only nap and bedtime for several months prior to this. I broke and ended up not starting till May 1st. This was a Sunday and beginning of the new week of a new month! This worked! And after just 2-3 days of asking for "papi" they realized it wasn't coming back. We even survived our first sickness without pacis just 5 days after the process started! I am proud to say my girls are paci free and it really wasn't as bad as I was dreading it to be. I will also admit that I wish on some cranky afternoons that I had a "papi" to give to them to hush them. We are in the process of becoming big girls!
Next big hurdle that I see coming is potty training!!!! Boys are so different, first I didn't have to think about this till he was closer to three and all he had to do was stand, pee pee, and then we were good to go. If he had to go while traveling, just stop on the side of the road, let him aim it and pee, get back in car and go. I have a scary feeling about the girls though. Many many stops to pee pee and now I have to carry a porta potty. Two at one time? Two at one time? Will they do fight over who gets what potty and will they train together and be ready at the same time? I know that we are only 21 months right now but I see it coming very close to when they turn 2. Only two and a half months away :) They both are sitting occasionally on the potty and talk about it very often, and one is telling me to change her when she is pee pee. We are now working on how to put pants up and down. There has been no official pee or poo in the potty yet, so we are not getting on board the ship just yet. The girls will move up into a new class in August and will also be two then, so I am seeing a light coming on in that tunnel.
One final hurdle that I am also feeling but have absolutely no idea when it will occur is toddler beds. We already have them purchased and just waiting for the right time. Our son was around 27 months and handled it very well. Two girls in the same room with freedom...pray hard once this happens!
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
One on one...
He is gone! I am missing him so much!
Earlier this year, during spring break, my son had his first week away from us. I thought it would be good for him to have one on one time with grandparents, since he had it all for 5 years and hasn't had any in almost two. First up was my parents, about three hours away. We went down for the weekend and left him there on Sunday and my parents brought him back up the next Sunday. To say the least, he had a blast! So much boating, beaches, building things with papa, and go fish with memaw!
This week his is with the husbands parents! Although they are local, we are pretending as if they are not. We let them take him from church on Sunday and will return him at the end of the week. Husband talked with him this morning and he is doing great! Says he is having fun and missing us. But lots of things on the agenda...visiting the fire station, building a bank with papa, going to the police dept and getting fingerprinted, and later going to a movie!
He is growing up so fast and becoming so independent. A good thing but also a sad thing. It is very quiet at our house, so to speak, but I am able to get his room cleaned up and ready for the boy to come back home and play. His sisters are asking, bubba? But we tell them he is with mimi and papa and they move on. I think we all miss him!
I cant wait for my little one on one time with him at the end of this month when we go to see CARS 2! This movie has been a long awaited date for us and we are so excited! Husband will get good quality time when they go to his first Alabama game in September! Roll Tide!
Make the moments count!
“Life gives us brief moments with another...but sometimes in those brief moment we get memories that last a life time...”
Earlier this year, during spring break, my son had his first week away from us. I thought it would be good for him to have one on one time with grandparents, since he had it all for 5 years and hasn't had any in almost two. First up was my parents, about three hours away. We went down for the weekend and left him there on Sunday and my parents brought him back up the next Sunday. To say the least, he had a blast! So much boating, beaches, building things with papa, and go fish with memaw!
This week his is with the husbands parents! Although they are local, we are pretending as if they are not. We let them take him from church on Sunday and will return him at the end of the week. Husband talked with him this morning and he is doing great! Says he is having fun and missing us. But lots of things on the agenda...visiting the fire station, building a bank with papa, going to the police dept and getting fingerprinted, and later going to a movie!
He is growing up so fast and becoming so independent. A good thing but also a sad thing. It is very quiet at our house, so to speak, but I am able to get his room cleaned up and ready for the boy to come back home and play. His sisters are asking, bubba? But we tell them he is with mimi and papa and they move on. I think we all miss him!
I cant wait for my little one on one time with him at the end of this month when we go to see CARS 2! This movie has been a long awaited date for us and we are so excited! Husband will get good quality time when they go to his first Alabama game in September! Roll Tide!
Make the moments count!
“Life gives us brief moments with another...but sometimes in those brief moment we get memories that last a life time...”
Monday, June 6, 2011
Changes...
As humans most of us do not like change. But what is it about change that we also crave? We think, oh the grass is so much greener on that other side. But is is really? Some of it might be but some of it isn't. If didn't have my husband things would be so less complicated, if I just had the bigger house I would be happy, if I was closer to my family I would feel settled, and if we didn't have so much debt our finances would be easier. Truth is none of these things would actually satisfy. The wish of what we don't have makes us blind to what we do have. The positive truth is that I have a friend and companion to come home to every night, I was raised in a smaller house and our is just fine, even though there is now distance between my family and I it makes me treasure the times we have together so much more, and finances never ever get easier!
With change also comes some sacrifice. Especially in marriage. Is it what I want or what he wants? Is it what is best for our family? I think some decisions we make are selfish ones to seek out what will satisfy a craving. Every step in life is a decision and sets us on our path. It may be winding and full of right and wrongs, but what makes it right or wrong? Who is to judge?
Sorry this was a deeper blog than I thought but I am learning. Getting thoughts out there. I feel as if my husband is now settled but I am not. So where do I go from here? How do I see direction. There are so many things that I feel as if I need to be settled: out of debt, bigger house w some land, closer to my parents. Financially none of that is possible? Will it ever be? Is it hopeless?
God doesn't want us to worry. He knows all of our wants and desires. I love this verse:
Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
What does my future hold? Will I have the desires of my heart? Are my desires, His desires for me?
With change also comes some sacrifice. Especially in marriage. Is it what I want or what he wants? Is it what is best for our family? I think some decisions we make are selfish ones to seek out what will satisfy a craving. Every step in life is a decision and sets us on our path. It may be winding and full of right and wrongs, but what makes it right or wrong? Who is to judge?
Sorry this was a deeper blog than I thought but I am learning. Getting thoughts out there. I feel as if my husband is now settled but I am not. So where do I go from here? How do I see direction. There are so many things that I feel as if I need to be settled: out of debt, bigger house w some land, closer to my parents. Financially none of that is possible? Will it ever be? Is it hopeless?
God doesn't want us to worry. He knows all of our wants and desires. I love this verse:
Jeremiah 29:11
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
What does my future hold? Will I have the desires of my heart? Are my desires, His desires for me?
Friday, June 3, 2011
Envious a little...
Well, maybe.
Last night I had the pleasure of going to my sons last t-ball game of the season. Of course it was a 6:30pm game. That is exactly the girls bedtime! But I knew he was counting on me to be there and I try very hard not to always say I cant do something "because of the girls". After work I picked up the girls and met my son and husband at his parents house. My husband is the t-ball coach, therefore watching the girls was going to be solely my duty. I was happy that both of his parents were home and that I might have a little help at the game. We fed the girls and let them play for about thirty minutes. While the girls were eating I find out that mil is not going to go to the last game because she has arrangements to be somewhere else. (that's another story!)
Again, I am on my own.
We get to the game early and of course the stroller and sitting still only last so long. About twenty minutes into the game the girls get restless and I am no longer able to enjoy watching my son play. He really doesn't care, just as long as I was there. The girls start crying to get out and I get comments from other parents asking if they ever get out of their stroller. I try to politely explain that the girls go in different directions when they are out of the stroller and there is only one of me. I think about it for a moment and then I get very brave. I got both girls out and we walked. That lasted for a little while and then we sat in the grass and dirt and just played. They got so dirty but I was ok, because they were very happy! A couple time one started to run off and I had to go catch them but we survived. Dripping sweat from all of us but it worked out. Once the game was over, God stepped in and did a miracle. I told the girls that we were going to get raisins and juice and we had to get back into the stroller. They did it! As I strapped one in the other climbed into her seat and we enjoyed our snack. My father in law came back to sit with the girls so I could go see my son receive his trophy. All in all a good night.
Here is where the envy come in...I am jealous of parents who only have one baby at a time! It make me so sick to hear when they complain about how hard it is to take care of just one baby. I have had a singleton and I have had twins and they just don't realize how EASY they have it! There were a lot of other parents there that had small babies and toddlers. I watch them have help with their one baby and enjoy the game. Why not me? Why did I have to struggle with twins just to be able to be there for my son. Why couldn't my mother in law say to me, why don't I watch the girls for you tonight so you can go and enjoy your sons last and final t ball game?
God tells us not to be envious of others. So, looking back last night I see even though it was tough, it was worth every struggle to be there. Thank you God for strength!
Last night I had the pleasure of going to my sons last t-ball game of the season. Of course it was a 6:30pm game. That is exactly the girls bedtime! But I knew he was counting on me to be there and I try very hard not to always say I cant do something "because of the girls". After work I picked up the girls and met my son and husband at his parents house. My husband is the t-ball coach, therefore watching the girls was going to be solely my duty. I was happy that both of his parents were home and that I might have a little help at the game. We fed the girls and let them play for about thirty minutes. While the girls were eating I find out that mil is not going to go to the last game because she has arrangements to be somewhere else. (that's another story!)
Again, I am on my own.
We get to the game early and of course the stroller and sitting still only last so long. About twenty minutes into the game the girls get restless and I am no longer able to enjoy watching my son play. He really doesn't care, just as long as I was there. The girls start crying to get out and I get comments from other parents asking if they ever get out of their stroller. I try to politely explain that the girls go in different directions when they are out of the stroller and there is only one of me. I think about it for a moment and then I get very brave. I got both girls out and we walked. That lasted for a little while and then we sat in the grass and dirt and just played. They got so dirty but I was ok, because they were very happy! A couple time one started to run off and I had to go catch them but we survived. Dripping sweat from all of us but it worked out. Once the game was over, God stepped in and did a miracle. I told the girls that we were going to get raisins and juice and we had to get back into the stroller. They did it! As I strapped one in the other climbed into her seat and we enjoyed our snack. My father in law came back to sit with the girls so I could go see my son receive his trophy. All in all a good night.
Here is where the envy come in...I am jealous of parents who only have one baby at a time! It make me so sick to hear when they complain about how hard it is to take care of just one baby. I have had a singleton and I have had twins and they just don't realize how EASY they have it! There were a lot of other parents there that had small babies and toddlers. I watch them have help with their one baby and enjoy the game. Why not me? Why did I have to struggle with twins just to be able to be there for my son. Why couldn't my mother in law say to me, why don't I watch the girls for you tonight so you can go and enjoy your sons last and final t ball game?
God tells us not to be envious of others. So, looking back last night I see even though it was tough, it was worth every struggle to be there. Thank you God for strength!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
One more...how about two...
I find it funny that both of my pregnancies occured in the exact same months only 5 years apart. January was my starting month for each and the due date only a couple weeks apart. I joke with my husband that he must have a thing with January, but of course that was a curse on me for a summertime pregnancy in the South! Hot and miserable!
Once being told that I was having twins, thing changed. We were considered more high risk and received more ultrasounds and check ups. This was such an added blessing and I loved being able to see the girls often.
Things progress normally for me. I did have bouts of morning sickness but only for a few weeks. Spotted some, which scared me to death. I can remember on my way to the doctors office that morning I told God that if he was going to take one/both of my babies, that I needed him to do it early on because I just didn't think I could handle such a loss at a later stage. After an ultrasound all things were confirmed as just fine and was normal changes. Reaching 24 weeks was a true blessing and as any pregnant woman knows is the milestone of viability. I started having braxton hicks contractions around twenty weeks but at first I didn't know what they were because it just felt like the girls were rolling around in there! I hydrated myself and rested for the next few weeks. I was then reaching the 30 week mark and was just so tired and just wasn't sure that my body was going to stretch any farther. Trips to the grocery store got harder and I would only be able to walk a little and then have to sit, thank goodness for the benches set up throughout the store! The pure weight of the belly on the lower half of my body was huge. I was so sure that I was just going to pop out a baby every time I walked that I felt like I need to walk with my legs as close together as possible.
At my checkup for 33 weeks, I told the doctor about my contractions that I had been having. He decided best to go have them monitored. Sure enough, I was actually having more than I realized. I was admitted that same night into the hospital to get started on the Magnesium drip to stop the contractions. If you have ever had this or know someone who has then you know just how horrible it is. The nurses come in and explain all the side effects of the drugs...two things: your body gets very, very hot and you really cannot focus on anything while on this drug. They started pulling every fan that was available on that floor and I was still so very hot. I had three days of this horrible drug before my contractions started to ease up. Although this drug was miserable, I would deffinatly go through it all again to keep the girls in longer! I was released from the hospital three days later with orders of bed rest. No more work...what ever was I going to do for money?
God provided. I got a call from work and I can honestly say that I sobbed on the phone with my boss after he told me not to worry about money. I am not sure that he will ever fully understand what weight lifted off me but I think he felt it.
The date was set. The 25th. I had three more weeks to get through. How was I ever going to do this and how was my body going to stretch for three more weeks of growth. Sleep was miserable and the weight of my belly laying in any direction was pulling every possible muscle. My wonderful mother came up and helped me get through those weeks. We tried to be as prepared as possible, for at anytime labor could approach or my water could break. Of course hindsight being 20/20, I think the girls would have taken up residency in there. I counted down the days on the calendar. Keep in mind as I am getting to the end of this pregnancy, my husband had just graduated PTA school and was looking for work. Thankfully he got a job and was to start the Monday after the girls would be delivered! God's blessing again.
I made it! I made it to 36 weeks and 2 days, gained 35lbs and was measuring around 45+ wks of pregnancy! The day before the girls were to be born, I had a maternity photo shoot. I felt horrible and felt like I looked horrible but I can honestly say I am so glad that I did those pictures! They are amazing! The next morning we were on our way to the hosptial to be induced. Since I delivered naturally with my first baby, my goal was to have a natural delivery with the twins. I also had the goal to have the twins by noon, since my first was at 2pm. I believe we were at the hospital at 6am and they got me hooked up to the iv and monitors and broke Baby A's bag of water (she was head down) and I had my epidural by 7am. I loved the guys that did my epidural. They were with me even through the delivery and were just amazing and very comforting. My mom and dad brought our son up later once he woke up and got breakfast. They arrived around 8 or 9. This time, I was very alert and was able to enjoy the progression of the delivery. Around 11am, I had gotten to a 10 on one side but still a 9 on the other. The nurse was about to go get a replacement probe to monitor one of the girls and had me switch positions before she left the room. She was only gone about 2 min and came back in. She was about to open the package and said let me just check you one time before we do this again. I was a full 10 and ready to deliver the girls. Things moved very quickly. We delivered in the OR just in case baby B, who was transverse, wouldnt cooperate. Baby A was delivered at 11:50am after just two pushes. I cried immediatly, this was so surreal. They took her to get stats and husband/nurse brought her over to me to enjoy while they broke my second bag of waters and worked to move baby B. Once they were ready I pushed baby B out in just two pushes later at 11:59am our second baby girl was born. The girls were a healthy 5lbs and 5lbs 11oz and both were 18 inches of beauty! There was no nicu time either!
The first one to meet the girls, besides my husband and I, was our son! When we found out we were having a baby he wanted a sister and we he found out there was two he never had any doubt that they both were girls. They were just what he asked for from God! When we told him they were girls after the gender u/s, his response was, "I told you!" Seeing him meet them was such a special moment that I relive through pictures. I wish I could have been there to see in real life. I pray that he will always have a special bond with his twin sisters.
Double blessed! Yes, but also triple blessed with three beautiful gifts from God!
Once being told that I was having twins, thing changed. We were considered more high risk and received more ultrasounds and check ups. This was such an added blessing and I loved being able to see the girls often.
Things progress normally for me. I did have bouts of morning sickness but only for a few weeks. Spotted some, which scared me to death. I can remember on my way to the doctors office that morning I told God that if he was going to take one/both of my babies, that I needed him to do it early on because I just didn't think I could handle such a loss at a later stage. After an ultrasound all things were confirmed as just fine and was normal changes. Reaching 24 weeks was a true blessing and as any pregnant woman knows is the milestone of viability. I started having braxton hicks contractions around twenty weeks but at first I didn't know what they were because it just felt like the girls were rolling around in there! I hydrated myself and rested for the next few weeks. I was then reaching the 30 week mark and was just so tired and just wasn't sure that my body was going to stretch any farther. Trips to the grocery store got harder and I would only be able to walk a little and then have to sit, thank goodness for the benches set up throughout the store! The pure weight of the belly on the lower half of my body was huge. I was so sure that I was just going to pop out a baby every time I walked that I felt like I need to walk with my legs as close together as possible.
At my checkup for 33 weeks, I told the doctor about my contractions that I had been having. He decided best to go have them monitored. Sure enough, I was actually having more than I realized. I was admitted that same night into the hospital to get started on the Magnesium drip to stop the contractions. If you have ever had this or know someone who has then you know just how horrible it is. The nurses come in and explain all the side effects of the drugs...two things: your body gets very, very hot and you really cannot focus on anything while on this drug. They started pulling every fan that was available on that floor and I was still so very hot. I had three days of this horrible drug before my contractions started to ease up. Although this drug was miserable, I would deffinatly go through it all again to keep the girls in longer! I was released from the hospital three days later with orders of bed rest. No more work...what ever was I going to do for money?
God provided. I got a call from work and I can honestly say that I sobbed on the phone with my boss after he told me not to worry about money. I am not sure that he will ever fully understand what weight lifted off me but I think he felt it.
The date was set. The 25th. I had three more weeks to get through. How was I ever going to do this and how was my body going to stretch for three more weeks of growth. Sleep was miserable and the weight of my belly laying in any direction was pulling every possible muscle. My wonderful mother came up and helped me get through those weeks. We tried to be as prepared as possible, for at anytime labor could approach or my water could break. Of course hindsight being 20/20, I think the girls would have taken up residency in there. I counted down the days on the calendar. Keep in mind as I am getting to the end of this pregnancy, my husband had just graduated PTA school and was looking for work. Thankfully he got a job and was to start the Monday after the girls would be delivered! God's blessing again.
I made it! I made it to 36 weeks and 2 days, gained 35lbs and was measuring around 45+ wks of pregnancy! The day before the girls were to be born, I had a maternity photo shoot. I felt horrible and felt like I looked horrible but I can honestly say I am so glad that I did those pictures! They are amazing! The next morning we were on our way to the hosptial to be induced. Since I delivered naturally with my first baby, my goal was to have a natural delivery with the twins. I also had the goal to have the twins by noon, since my first was at 2pm. I believe we were at the hospital at 6am and they got me hooked up to the iv and monitors and broke Baby A's bag of water (she was head down) and I had my epidural by 7am. I loved the guys that did my epidural. They were with me even through the delivery and were just amazing and very comforting. My mom and dad brought our son up later once he woke up and got breakfast. They arrived around 8 or 9. This time, I was very alert and was able to enjoy the progression of the delivery. Around 11am, I had gotten to a 10 on one side but still a 9 on the other. The nurse was about to go get a replacement probe to monitor one of the girls and had me switch positions before she left the room. She was only gone about 2 min and came back in. She was about to open the package and said let me just check you one time before we do this again. I was a full 10 and ready to deliver the girls. Things moved very quickly. We delivered in the OR just in case baby B, who was transverse, wouldnt cooperate. Baby A was delivered at 11:50am after just two pushes. I cried immediatly, this was so surreal. They took her to get stats and husband/nurse brought her over to me to enjoy while they broke my second bag of waters and worked to move baby B. Once they were ready I pushed baby B out in just two pushes later at 11:59am our second baby girl was born. The girls were a healthy 5lbs and 5lbs 11oz and both were 18 inches of beauty! There was no nicu time either!
The first one to meet the girls, besides my husband and I, was our son! When we found out we were having a baby he wanted a sister and we he found out there was two he never had any doubt that they both were girls. They were just what he asked for from God! When we told him they were girls after the gender u/s, his response was, "I told you!" Seeing him meet them was such a special moment that I relive through pictures. I wish I could have been there to see in real life. I pray that he will always have a special bond with his twin sisters.
Double blessed! Yes, but also triple blessed with three beautiful gifts from God!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Firstborn...
When I was pregnant with my son, things went as normal as could be expected. Except for the cramping in the beginning, I had no morning sickness or any end of pregnancy complications. My only complaint was I was sleepy all the time and I was very swollen by the end and 52lbs heavier. I was still working full time until mid September and hurricane Ivan came through and after about 6 days with no power and being 9 months pregnant I was so over it. I made sure I was able to see the doctor that following Monday because I had missed my appointment and the offices had been closed because of the power outages. I was only about a week shy of my due date and I told the doctor that I just couldn't handle it much longer. He left the room and came back in and asked how Tuesday night sounded. GREAT!!! is what it was! The next night we went to check into the hospital around 8. There was no room in the inn... so we had our last meal as a couple with no children. Arby's was our choice. We went back a couple hours later and we were put in a room that was really a over sized closet. The next morning we were put into a regular room and things were underway. Once I had my epidural, I slept. So much so that I missed all the pre baby talking that your supposed to do before delivery. All the while, the in laws and my parents talked it up and the men just marveled at the contraption that was monitoring my contractions and couldn't believe that I was sleeping through them. I seem to only have one major issue, which I don't remember, but husband told me that my blood pressure dropped and that they had everyone clear the room to get me stabilized. A little scary to hear about that afterwards. Time came to push and after just 20 minutes of pushing, HE was here! So beautiful and perfect of course! Our first baby was born and our little family had grown by 7lbs 5.5oz 20.5inches.
We had so much to learn from him. Looking back now I wonder how different my life would have been if I had had twins the first pregnancy. But also looking back now I can see that Gods timing was made perfect. I believe that we had some growing up to do first.
We had so much to learn from him. Looking back now I wonder how different my life would have been if I had had twins the first pregnancy. But also looking back now I can see that Gods timing was made perfect. I believe that we had some growing up to do first.
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