The tales begin. . .
Here I am - after 40+ days of help with meals, laundry, cleaning, homeschooling, grocery shopping and life in general, I am back on my own. Guess I have to be a "big girl" now. :-) So, what is one of the first things I do - - - blog, of course!
We are getting into a routine of sorts. Mine is called "lack of sleep, and see how much housework you can do between each feeding session." Now. . .if I could just get back up to speed! Thankfully my body is doing better, and the infection is leaving. Lack of pain certainly helps one's outlook on life. :-) If the posts are a bit non-sensical, blame it on my nights! And it all began when. . .
Hmmm - Funny looking pacifiers!
I started feeling absolutely miserable on Halloween, and I prayed (Believe me - I prayed.) that everything would stay put until morning for two reasons:
1. I never wanted a Halloween baby.
2. I would rather have something happen during normal business hours.
Well, my body waited until 6:55 A.M. on November 1st, and everything whirled from that point! My heart almost stopped as my body was going into labor because it was not to happen that way. I was very worried because I knew of the complications that could happen. After calling my doctor, she suggested that I go to the hospital in an ambulance which I did. When you are waiting on one, they NEVER seem to come fast enough, and when you are riding in one - the story is the same. They seem to poke along the route - that is until you tell them you think you are about to deliver your baby, and you are supposed to have a C-section! You then become code something, and your poor husband and sister are left in the dust! I felt so sorry for Troy when we zoomed away from him at a stop light!!!! I figured he thought I was in big trouble and felt so helpless at that point. My heart hurt for him!
Chillin' by the tree.
It was during this ride that the funny story took place, and those of you that know it, feel free to pause and laugh! :-) Those of you that do not, sorry - it is not bloggable! On the serious side, I was scared during this time because I was at the "dangerous" point of which I had been warned, and there was nothing I could do - except pray. The ketchup bottle came to mind, and God used it to calm my heart. At that point, I thoughtabout the huge amount of prayer said in behalf of me and the baby, and whatever happened I could accept as God's will - even if it was brain damage to the baby. I had done all I knew to do, and the situation was in God's hands. That is where true peace is attainable!
Before entering the H, the EMS guy did a very sweet gesture and gave me a stuffed animal for the baby, but being that I am not a stuffed animal person, I was feeling rather sheepish getting the bear wheeled in with me! I quickly explained to the nurse about it, and she admitted that she had "wondered" about me. Here I was coming in for an emergency surgery, and I was grabbing stuffed animals on the way out the door! :-) Nope. Not me. I was too busy having funnier things happen!
Not sure about the first bath!
Upon arrival, I was so happy to get a monitor strapped on and find out the baby was fine!!!!! HUGE sigh of relief! Now we were waiting on my doctor who was also stuck in morning traffic. . . The good thing is that everything was happening so quickly, I really did not have time to get nervous, and I was so happy I had never found out what the baby was! With all the trauma (Or as Lauren Lambeth says, "Drama, sheer drama!" :-), I was very excited to see the baby!!!! Snoozing on Daddy & Mommy's bed.