So the long weekend is over and what fun we had! I typically plant my garden over the holiday weekend, so we all packed ourselves into the car and headed off for the garden center. I don't know why, but we always go to the Super Walmart...I'm guessing because the plants are cheap and they've always grown nice and big for us. There is a nursery down the road from our house but they are expensive and over priced.
So off to Wally's World we went and 120 bucks later, I have my bounty of food that will feed the family! Alex was excited and wanted to help me plant, so on Saturday we got all of the flowers in their pots and placed around the yard. Ben planted some very pretty flowers by the deck, which we thought were the kind that grows every year. Well, his aunt came over and informed us they were annuals, not perennials and would not grow every year. Because neither one of us are flower gardeners of any kind, we did not know the difference between annuals and perennials. But we do now! So on Sunday I got everything planted in the garden and this time Alex and Aliyah helped me out and they ran around the yard having fun.
Then around three, Ben wanted to brave the pool, which was only 65 degrees. He'd been itching to get in since we put it up two weekends before, but it has been rainy crappy weather. So him and the girls took a 20 minute dip and of course came out frozen. Then we all braved the pool on Monday because it was up to 72 degrees and really hot outside. I almost screamed when I got in but after awhile it wasn't too bad.
The next door neighbors had movie night, which was a lot of fun, especially for Alex. They put up white panels on their garage and have a projector, dvd, stereo and all for the movie. So while the kids eat popcorn and slug lemonage, the adults gather around the fire and have a few drinks and share stoies.
The perfect start to our very busy summer!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
My Firstborn
"The Graduate"
It's been awhile since I've last blogged, I've been so busy lately! Our oldest daughter, Alex, had a mini preschool graduation yesterday, which was ridiculously fun. It was more like a program with a slideshow and some cute singing from the "graduating" class. You may think: "Graduation? What don't they do anymore?" It lasted all of 40 minutes, but the kids had so much fun doing it. It makes you sit back and start thinking of that fateful day when they really do graduate from highshcool, and then later college. It usually makes me a little bit misty eyed and mopey feeling, because I don't want them to grow up so fast.
Alex was a much wanted, anticipated first child. I was only 24 when she was born and in this day and age, that is pretty young. I remember the look on some of my friends/colleagues faces when I told them I was pregnant. They all had this look of horror like: Why would she want a baby so young? Why doesn't she want to be married for awhile and travel or have some fun? Well, I'll tell you why. I dated Ben for five years before we even got engaged and I was ready to have children. I also didn't want to be the oldest parent on the block who could barely keep up. I wanted them young so I could get them out of the house at a decent age and still have plenty of fun time later in my life.
Well, it feels like that is so far away and the day is never going to come. But my gosh, how time flies already! Alex was born November 16th, 2002 on a very nice day. My water broke at 2 in the morning and I was 8 days overdue, grumpy, and in a bad mood when I went to bed that night. I woke Ben up at 3 and told him to get ready to take me to the hospital. All the while, he is half asleep and asked if he could take a shower, ect. So we finally get to the hospital, they checked me in, and the pain starts to get worse.....
Meanwhile the nurse is checking me and all of a sudden the pain was really bad and she decided to give me Nubain to "take the edge off." She couldn't find a vein, kept poking me and finally had to go get a senior nurse. They got the drug in me and that's when things started going bad...I was literally high, couldn't focus on anything, was in a stupor and having the worst pains of my life. Let me tell you, the Nubain did not work! Ben was getting worried because I couldn't even speak coherently or lift my body off the bed. The nurse started to panic and ran to get an anesthesiologist to give me an epidural. Once I got that, things started to get more normal but they gave me wayyyyy too much. I had no feeling from my chest down, when you are supposed to only be numb from the waist down.
The time was flying super fast inbetween all of this going on, and by 9 a.m. I was ready to push. But because of the effects of the nubaine, I started throwing up after every time I pushed. I had a tortuous THREE hours of pushing and no results. I was getting to the point of total weakness and exhaustion so the doctor finally came and told me if we didn't get the baby out soon, I was heading for a c-section. She also took inventory of how much medicine was being administered through my epidural and yelled at the nurses to turn it off because I couldn't "feel a damn thing" to help me push the baby out. Well that scared the shit out of me so we agreed to try pushing some more with the aid of the vaccuum. It worked and my beautiful baby girl was finally born at 12:02 in the afternoon. With a major conehead I might add. But it didn't matter because she was all mine and perfect.
I remember I could barely sit up and hold her, so the doctor told Ben to go around the otherside and pull me up to a sitting position. Well, he has a major week stomach, so as he passed at the end of the bed and saw the major mess, he swooned and almost passed out. He was as white as a ghost and it was about the funniest thing I've seen. Yes, I had no sympathy for him since I spent three hours pushing and puking to give him his child.
Alex was such a sweet baby and everyone loved her. She barely cried or made a fuss and started sleeping through the night at 8 weeks old, which is when I started going back to work. To this day, she is extremely likeable, popular by all of her little buddies at school, and helps generally makes people happy with her charms and winning personality. Heaven help me if anything ever happens to her. It would be a total devastation, as there is something quite special between you and your firstborn child.
It's been awhile since I've last blogged, I've been so busy lately! Our oldest daughter, Alex, had a mini preschool graduation yesterday, which was ridiculously fun. It was more like a program with a slideshow and some cute singing from the "graduating" class. You may think: "Graduation? What don't they do anymore?" It lasted all of 40 minutes, but the kids had so much fun doing it. It makes you sit back and start thinking of that fateful day when they really do graduate from highshcool, and then later college. It usually makes me a little bit misty eyed and mopey feeling, because I don't want them to grow up so fast.
Alex was a much wanted, anticipated first child. I was only 24 when she was born and in this day and age, that is pretty young. I remember the look on some of my friends/colleagues faces when I told them I was pregnant. They all had this look of horror like: Why would she want a baby so young? Why doesn't she want to be married for awhile and travel or have some fun? Well, I'll tell you why. I dated Ben for five years before we even got engaged and I was ready to have children. I also didn't want to be the oldest parent on the block who could barely keep up. I wanted them young so I could get them out of the house at a decent age and still have plenty of fun time later in my life.
Well, it feels like that is so far away and the day is never going to come. But my gosh, how time flies already! Alex was born November 16th, 2002 on a very nice day. My water broke at 2 in the morning and I was 8 days overdue, grumpy, and in a bad mood when I went to bed that night. I woke Ben up at 3 and told him to get ready to take me to the hospital. All the while, he is half asleep and asked if he could take a shower, ect. So we finally get to the hospital, they checked me in, and the pain starts to get worse.....
Meanwhile the nurse is checking me and all of a sudden the pain was really bad and she decided to give me Nubain to "take the edge off." She couldn't find a vein, kept poking me and finally had to go get a senior nurse. They got the drug in me and that's when things started going bad...I was literally high, couldn't focus on anything, was in a stupor and having the worst pains of my life. Let me tell you, the Nubain did not work! Ben was getting worried because I couldn't even speak coherently or lift my body off the bed. The nurse started to panic and ran to get an anesthesiologist to give me an epidural. Once I got that, things started to get more normal but they gave me wayyyyy too much. I had no feeling from my chest down, when you are supposed to only be numb from the waist down.
The time was flying super fast inbetween all of this going on, and by 9 a.m. I was ready to push. But because of the effects of the nubaine, I started throwing up after every time I pushed. I had a tortuous THREE hours of pushing and no results. I was getting to the point of total weakness and exhaustion so the doctor finally came and told me if we didn't get the baby out soon, I was heading for a c-section. She also took inventory of how much medicine was being administered through my epidural and yelled at the nurses to turn it off because I couldn't "feel a damn thing" to help me push the baby out. Well that scared the shit out of me so we agreed to try pushing some more with the aid of the vaccuum. It worked and my beautiful baby girl was finally born at 12:02 in the afternoon. With a major conehead I might add. But it didn't matter because she was all mine and perfect.
I remember I could barely sit up and hold her, so the doctor told Ben to go around the otherside and pull me up to a sitting position. Well, he has a major week stomach, so as he passed at the end of the bed and saw the major mess, he swooned and almost passed out. He was as white as a ghost and it was about the funniest thing I've seen. Yes, I had no sympathy for him since I spent three hours pushing and puking to give him his child.
Alex was such a sweet baby and everyone loved her. She barely cried or made a fuss and started sleeping through the night at 8 weeks old, which is when I started going back to work. To this day, she is extremely likeable, popular by all of her little buddies at school, and helps generally makes people happy with her charms and winning personality. Heaven help me if anything ever happens to her. It would be a total devastation, as there is something quite special between you and your firstborn child.
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