Jul 01 2009
Ok, these certainly are not the best baby pictures. I started playing in Photoshop when I realized my light turned out all wrong. For a Wednesday, I thought they would work just fine. As E.C. attempts to eat my arm while I type this and the husband has gone to ride, best stop now.
Jun 23 2009
When my brother asked what W.W. wanted for his birthday I responded a digital camera. Like many kids, he obsesses over Mom’s camera and we’re ready for him to have one of his own. Well, it turns out my brother has a hidden stash of older model digital cameras. So he boxed one up with a kids learn about electricity kit and sent it to W.W.
W.W. took hordes of pictures with his new camera. Including 20 odd pictures of the monster truck he received for his birthday parked inside the box his easy bake oven came in.
Then Mom got a hold of the camera.
Easily over 8 years old, the camera takes pretty good point and shoot pictures.
Something to smile about.
Jun 22 2009
I suffered postpartum with W.W. but found a hundred and one things to blame the depression and the crying jags on. With him on oxygen, us searching for and eventually buying a house, and trying to figure out how to fit everything and everyone into the single wide trailer we rented at the time life felt pretty complicated. Thinking about how I feel now, and I don’t have those trials to prevail over, it’s all postpartum depression.
With E.C. and W.W.’s birthday’s only 6 days apart we celebrated W.W.’s 4th birthday yesterday. Good thing about 4 year olds, they haven’t figured out the calendar yet and don’t realize their party is a week after it should be. Of course, nothing goes quite the way it should as Saturday my husband gets a call at 7 AM saying that his mother’s husband just passed away from liver failure. Having never met his mother or his step father, but having heard good things about his step father I feel bad about his passing, but nothing for his mother.
Seven years ago this woman cussed me out over the phone for stopping by to pick up Shorty’s dogs after his ex-wife put him in jail when he attempted to pick his kids up for a visit. This happened directly after the judge theoretically squashed the warrent in court the week before and is a very long custody story. I was expecting him to call his house to let me know what he wanted to do and instead got her. Needless to say that initial first impression soured any relationship there, especially as when she talked to her son she expressed quite rudely her opinion about me to him and they did not speak for years, until now actually. She never did apologize.
Needless to say when he told me he planned to take W.W. over to visit with her my heart siezed on the spot. Assured she wouldn’t be mean to a 4 year old the visit went ok, however when they showed up 2 hours late for his birthday party I stopped caring that her husband had just passed away.
Swinging the story back to being unable to stop crying at 5 AM this morning. I can’t stop thinking about this incident and it seems like such a little tihng too, but why I can’t stand it when his dysfunctional family shows up for a visit.
My husband’s mother, half sister with husband and 10 year old in tow, his half brother, the one recently discharged from the army and in the National Guard now, and my husband all stood around the dining room talking about guns. That’s not an unusual occurence by any stretch. However, W.W. had opened his gifts and wanted someone to watch him run the truck he got into the lincoln log buildings he had built. He skipped Dad as he was holding a shotgun at the time but went up to the half sister and then to his “Grandmother” standing in front of both trying to get their attention.
I have this horrible memory of him standing there looking up at this woman going Grandma grandma over and over again thinking she was going to pay attention to him like my mother does. Broke my heart. The woman never even look down or acknowledged him in any way.
E.C had just finished eating so I could put him down to sleep and scoop up W.W.’s hand so he could show me how he planned to demolish those lincoln log buildings. As I can’t stop crying about this little thing, I know post partum has truly sent in. At the same time I feel completely depressed because my little boy loves so unconditionally and that joyful and innocent feeling is in no way reciprocated by those “family” members as it should be.
Jun 13 2009
Born at 10:53 AM on Tuesday, June 9, 2009, E.C. arrived in the world via Mom’s cesearan section. For all the attempts to convince him to turn including a scheduled version at exactly 37 weeks, he remained breech. The morning of the version my fluid levels dropped and success seemed low so off to pre-op I went.
For my record, c-sections suck. I found losing feeling in three quarters of my body, middle of my chest down to my toes, very strange and felt immensely grateful for the calming presence of my husband during the procedure. E.C. arrived and spent a short amount of time with us in the recovery room before my husband went with him to the intermediate nursery. There the doctor discovered a breathing irregularity and off to the newborn intensive care unit he went.
I went off to the mother baby ward and learned all about how to attempt to deal with the surgical trauma that had just happened to me.
As he works through his oxygenation issues, which get better as he went off the Hudson tubes today and started with a regular nasal canula, he loves to eat. His first introduction to the bottle happened today and the first time he ate a little and the second time he sucked it all down.
I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s trip to the NICU when I get to hold him and feed him. It would figure these events decide to happen on the day I get discharged from the hospital.
May 29 2009
My blog languishes as I deal with preeclampsia and braxton hicks. My life might have been a little easier if the little boy did not also sit breech. His refusal to turn also presents a problem. I am officially on bedrest and visiting the hospital every 2 days for fetal testing. No impaired vision yet and treatable headaches with tylonel, I hope for nothing worse. My body swells like a hot aired balloon waiting to float away but grounded with each contraction. Thirty-seven weeks can’t come quick enough.
I know I am dreadfully behind in catching up with everyone but it may yet be a little bit longer still.
To sum up the last couple weeks:
1) Step kids in a car accident and a trip to the hospital for my step daughter. No severe injuries just strained muscles.
2) Husband flew out to Seattle to help my parents move here.
3) Step son left for the Army.
4) Step daughter left for Colorado for a summer job leading tourists on horse guided tours.
Husband needs more work. I’m hoping to get paid for doing a little work from home. W.W. turns 4 on June 15th.
Anything else?
May 18 2009
A couple weeks ago while out at an off campus meeting my co workers from around the state surprised me with a baby shower. My office co workers here at main campus decided to have another baby shower for me last Friday. All my coworkers are wonderful and this time W.W. got to come along with my husband and oldest. Everyone ate cake and shared in the spoils.
Little boy received lots of new clothes although the cutest set included a shirt for W.W. as the big brother.
It’s always pleasant to take time out of the work day to chat, socialize, and celebrate something in the workplace. Brings people together and creates community, 2 things I’ve decided are critical to fostering a postive working environment.
Although right now my thank you card list competes with W.W.’s birthday list. To top it off I still have one more baby shower to report on, the one my Mom hosted, which turned out to be under attended but filled with games and prizes for everyone.
May 15 2009
When my husband announced he planned to rebuild the well house, I knew welding would be involved. What I should have realized was W.W. would want to spend every second Dad and Brother were outside, there too. The fact we have 2 welding helmets eased my mind immensely and W.W. got a first hand saferty lesson in welding at 3 and half.
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