Mia and Riley
Jules and Riley
This next set of pictures were the ones where we tried to get a good picture of all four of them. You can see how that worked out. I posted them all for your amusement.
Friday, February 27, 2009
When I pay $4 for an apple it better be fabulous....
That's right $4. I am sure you have figured that I must be talking about the infamous Honeycrisp.
You're right, the Honeycrisp. The Organic Honeycrisp. It's full of more flavor than your mouth can handle.
Just saying it makes my mouth water....well, it used to anyway...we'll get to that.
So, I am at Whole Foods the other night. Shopping at Whole Foods makes me feel really cool. Seriously, I feel like I am surrounded by cool people. I also, feel a little out of place. It's like I am the nerd who finally got invited to the cool people party and I am so excited I want to jump out of skin, but I am trying act cool without making it look like I'm trying to act cool and just am cool, when I'm not.
Did you get that?
Anyway, so I walk over to the apples. Lately, I have been getting the Pink Ladies and they have yet to let me down, plus they are smaller and cheaper than the Honeycrisps, but this particular night the Honeycrisp called my name.
I tried to say no. The conversation I had with myself went something like this:
SELF: Oh, Honeycrisps! I think I'll get those this time" Proceed to load my bag.
other self: What the?? $3.99 for one apple! You are out of your mind. (and no it wasn't $3.99 a pound, it was $3.99 each. I triple-checked)
SELF: Well, I guess I'll just get 2 then. I put them in my buggy. It was the cool people, slim, double decker buggy.
other self: You are NOT spending $8 on TWO apples! That is ridiculous! Who does that?
SELF: ...but I really love Honeycrisps.
other self: NO, put them back!
SELF: I start to put them back and then I decide...I want to keep one...(said like Phoebe on that episode where she births the triplets) So, I kept just the one, very large, $3.99 organic honeycrisp apple. I felt a little guilty, but not too bad. Then, I proceeded to get several of my lovely pink ladies at $2.99 a pound.
Fast forward.
Today I got out my beautiful honeycrisp and I washed it and got the apple corer thingy that you smash over your apples and you get instant slices.
This didn't go so well. I didn't get it perfectly straight and the apple was really too big to fit anyway so it got stuck halfway. Then, I tried wiggling it out. I couldn't just push it the other direction because I might have cut my fingers, which has happened before. I got frustrated and took a break.
I came back later. I worked and worked until I got that thing out and then I cut it up the old-fashioned way with a knife.
I was ready to take my first bite of the luscious, honeycrisp apple.
Lousy.
It tasted watered down. It was like getting watered down apple juice. I wanted to return it to the store. All that for nothing. Had I not paid $4 or it I would have chunked it.
I ate the whole thing. There will be no more Honeycrisps for me.
You're right, the Honeycrisp. The Organic Honeycrisp. It's full of more flavor than your mouth can handle.
Just saying it makes my mouth water....well, it used to anyway...we'll get to that.
So, I am at Whole Foods the other night. Shopping at Whole Foods makes me feel really cool. Seriously, I feel like I am surrounded by cool people. I also, feel a little out of place. It's like I am the nerd who finally got invited to the cool people party and I am so excited I want to jump out of skin, but I am trying act cool without making it look like I'm trying to act cool and just am cool, when I'm not.
Did you get that?
Anyway, so I walk over to the apples. Lately, I have been getting the Pink Ladies and they have yet to let me down, plus they are smaller and cheaper than the Honeycrisps, but this particular night the Honeycrisp called my name.
I tried to say no. The conversation I had with myself went something like this:
SELF: Oh, Honeycrisps! I think I'll get those this time" Proceed to load my bag.
other self: What the?? $3.99 for one apple! You are out of your mind. (and no it wasn't $3.99 a pound, it was $3.99 each. I triple-checked)
SELF: Well, I guess I'll just get 2 then. I put them in my buggy. It was the cool people, slim, double decker buggy.
other self: You are NOT spending $8 on TWO apples! That is ridiculous! Who does that?
SELF: ...but I really love Honeycrisps.
other self: NO, put them back!
SELF: I start to put them back and then I decide...I want to keep one...(said like Phoebe on that episode where she births the triplets) So, I kept just the one, very large, $3.99 organic honeycrisp apple. I felt a little guilty, but not too bad. Then, I proceeded to get several of my lovely pink ladies at $2.99 a pound.
Fast forward.
Today I got out my beautiful honeycrisp and I washed it and got the apple corer thingy that you smash over your apples and you get instant slices.
This didn't go so well. I didn't get it perfectly straight and the apple was really too big to fit anyway so it got stuck halfway. Then, I tried wiggling it out. I couldn't just push it the other direction because I might have cut my fingers, which has happened before. I got frustrated and took a break.
I came back later. I worked and worked until I got that thing out and then I cut it up the old-fashioned way with a knife.
I was ready to take my first bite of the luscious, honeycrisp apple.
Lousy.
It tasted watered down. It was like getting watered down apple juice. I wanted to return it to the store. All that for nothing. Had I not paid $4 or it I would have chunked it.
I ate the whole thing. There will be no more Honeycrisps for me.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I faced my fear today
That's right, potatoes, but not just any potatoes, only potatoes with eyes. It was difficult. The phobia goes way back. My family thinks it's funny. It's not....it's real. Once, when I was probably 15 or 16, I was in my room one afternoon and I laid down on my bed. I felt something weird under my pillow and when I looked to see what it was I found a potato looking very much like this one...
My mom had hid it there while I was at school so she could crack herself up. She probably had been laughing about it all day just waiting for me. She loves to laugh.Not cool.
I still haven't forgiven her, obviously.
So, today I wanted to make a special dinner for Chris. I haven't been cooking much lately. I am making a turkey tenderloin, but doing it up like a roast, at the suggestion of my mother....the sneaky one. I had everything I needed, but my potatoes had eyes. I wasn't sure if I could do it. Normally, if I need to cook with potatoes and they have eyes I just leave that part of dinner until Chris gets home and he deals with it or I choose something else, but today I really wanted to have everything ready when he got there, so I forged ahead. I considered gloves, but ended up going at it bare-handed. I managed to get all the eyes off and only grazed two of them with my finger.
Go me! I'll let you know how my dinner turns out.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Random things about me and other stuff.
1. My day goes a lot better if I get up and take a shower first thing in the morning.
2. Boys can pee far....and I mean far. Their diapers are MUCH harder to change than girl diapers. The stuff gets in the way.
3. I am not that into accessories.
4. I don't like chocolate candy, but I do like brownies.
5. I have learned that you have to have just enought mean-ness in you that people take you seriously when you are nice.
6. Everyone needs a little time to themselves.
7. I enjoy breastfeeding even though I never thought I would be a breastfeeder. I had always just planned to pump because the thought of breastfeeding to me was weird. That being said, I cried when I quit breastfeeding Mckenzee just after she turned one. Kudos to all you pumpers, because to me that is WAY harder.
8. Breastfeeding also makes me feel trapped sometimes.
9. I love to be in the mountains.
10. I love to go camping.
11. I don't know if I want anymore kids and sometimes it drives me crazy to not know.
12. I am a planner.
13. I wish I read my Bible more.
14. I think it's a bit unfair that after carrying a baby for nine months, delivering a baby, and feeding a baby that you end up with stretch marks, a pooch, a scar and saggy boobies. You deserve to look like a model after all that work.....but when you look at your kids it's really not that big of a deal.
15. Just because you didn't get stretch marks with your first baby doesn't mean you are in the clear for round two.
16. My body is not going back as quickly either.
17. I like to get dressed up sometimes and go out on fancy dates.
18. I also like to wear camo and play paintball...and I'm good at it.
19. I like buying hairbows....a lot.
20. I like four-wheelers.
21. I don't watch scary movies.
22. I have social anxiety. The idea of being a hermit appeals to me. I get really hot in social situations, so hot that sometimes by back will be soaking wet. My cheeks get really pink. Sometimes I feel sick on the way to the event. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I bail out all together.
23. I was a social butterfly in high school.
24. I always wanted to be just like my mom. I'm still trying.
25. The other night I was carrying Riley and following Mckenzee around, at her request, pulling a ladybug toy. It brought tears to my eyes because I thought that this was the life I always wanted and I am so thankful for it and I feel so blessed.
26. I enjoy balancing the checkbook, paying bills, and budget projecting, even though that is the one responsibility I said I didn't want when we got married.
27. I love being romanced. I can still say that after 13 years of being together I still feel like I can't stand up when Chris kisses me. He is a good kisser.
28. I can't stand clutter. I like organization. That doesn't mean I'm always organized.
29. I can't keep a clean car. I've never been able to. It's not because of kids, it's just me.
30. I love to fix Mckenzee's hair.
31. I would pay a lot of money to have my hot body back.... the muscular one I had in high school. I'm not willing to work hard enough to get it back on my own.
32. I don't have a good fashion sense.
33. I don't like trying on clothes. I used to have my sister do that for me when we shopped together.
34. I'm really glad I have a sister.
35. I miss the old Saginaw, the way it was when I was growing up.
36. I don't want to live in Texas forever....there's no winter. Winter is my favorite.
37. I wear pajama pants to bed every night....and socks.....and I tuck my pants into my socks....sexy.
38. I love the feeling of holding Riley on my chest and snuggling Mckenzee in her bed. I love it when she says "Momma, snu--le me"
39. I love to sniff scotch tape and post its.
40. I am not an animal lover, but think all animals deserve to be loved.
41. I love to eat.
42. I'm going to start hula hooping.
43. I love to play games. I love to win. I'm like my dad.
44. I'm proud of my parents.
45. I like riding in the car, but hate to drive.
46. I think that's enough for now. If you made it through this, go you!
47. Oh, and a messy house makes me grouchy, but I can't seem to keep it clean.
2. Boys can pee far....and I mean far. Their diapers are MUCH harder to change than girl diapers. The stuff gets in the way.
3. I am not that into accessories.
4. I don't like chocolate candy, but I do like brownies.
5. I have learned that you have to have just enought mean-ness in you that people take you seriously when you are nice.
6. Everyone needs a little time to themselves.
7. I enjoy breastfeeding even though I never thought I would be a breastfeeder. I had always just planned to pump because the thought of breastfeeding to me was weird. That being said, I cried when I quit breastfeeding Mckenzee just after she turned one. Kudos to all you pumpers, because to me that is WAY harder.
8. Breastfeeding also makes me feel trapped sometimes.
9. I love to be in the mountains.
10. I love to go camping.
11. I don't know if I want anymore kids and sometimes it drives me crazy to not know.
12. I am a planner.
13. I wish I read my Bible more.
14. I think it's a bit unfair that after carrying a baby for nine months, delivering a baby, and feeding a baby that you end up with stretch marks, a pooch, a scar and saggy boobies. You deserve to look like a model after all that work.....but when you look at your kids it's really not that big of a deal.
15. Just because you didn't get stretch marks with your first baby doesn't mean you are in the clear for round two.
16. My body is not going back as quickly either.
17. I like to get dressed up sometimes and go out on fancy dates.
18. I also like to wear camo and play paintball...and I'm good at it.
19. I like buying hairbows....a lot.
20. I like four-wheelers.
21. I don't watch scary movies.
22. I have social anxiety. The idea of being a hermit appeals to me. I get really hot in social situations, so hot that sometimes by back will be soaking wet. My cheeks get really pink. Sometimes I feel sick on the way to the event. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I bail out all together.
23. I was a social butterfly in high school.
24. I always wanted to be just like my mom. I'm still trying.
25. The other night I was carrying Riley and following Mckenzee around, at her request, pulling a ladybug toy. It brought tears to my eyes because I thought that this was the life I always wanted and I am so thankful for it and I feel so blessed.
26. I enjoy balancing the checkbook, paying bills, and budget projecting, even though that is the one responsibility I said I didn't want when we got married.
27. I love being romanced. I can still say that after 13 years of being together I still feel like I can't stand up when Chris kisses me. He is a good kisser.
28. I can't stand clutter. I like organization. That doesn't mean I'm always organized.
29. I can't keep a clean car. I've never been able to. It's not because of kids, it's just me.
30. I love to fix Mckenzee's hair.
31. I would pay a lot of money to have my hot body back.... the muscular one I had in high school. I'm not willing to work hard enough to get it back on my own.
32. I don't have a good fashion sense.
33. I don't like trying on clothes. I used to have my sister do that for me when we shopped together.
34. I'm really glad I have a sister.
35. I miss the old Saginaw, the way it was when I was growing up.
36. I don't want to live in Texas forever....there's no winter. Winter is my favorite.
37. I wear pajama pants to bed every night....and socks.....and I tuck my pants into my socks....sexy.
38. I love the feeling of holding Riley on my chest and snuggling Mckenzee in her bed. I love it when she says "Momma, snu--le me"
39. I love to sniff scotch tape and post its.
40. I am not an animal lover, but think all animals deserve to be loved.
41. I love to eat.
42. I'm going to start hula hooping.
43. I love to play games. I love to win. I'm like my dad.
44. I'm proud of my parents.
45. I like riding in the car, but hate to drive.
46. I think that's enough for now. If you made it through this, go you!
47. Oh, and a messy house makes me grouchy, but I can't seem to keep it clean.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The day he came...part 3 and done
Mckenzee came into the room smiling. Chris helped her wash her hands and sat her on the bed next to me. She said baby and was interested in touching my finger pulse checker and she patted him, but she said she didn't want to hold him. We gave her her big sister gift...a heart locket charm on a bracelet. She liked it.
Then, she and Chris went and got my Mom and Dad and sister who had been waiting during the surgery. They all had a chance to hold him. Everyone thought he looked like Chris.
I got moved from recovery pretty quickly and they took him to be checked and called when he was going to get his bath. Everyone went to watch. Chris videotaped for me. The rest of the day was quiet. I was so glad when I finally go to have him back. I enjoyed holding him on my chest and rubbing his soft skin. Chris and I had a very relaxing day together. His mom visited around 8:00 that evening.
The hospital stay was nice and if I hadn't missed Mckenzee so much I would have stayed another day. I loved having the next week to hang out together at home as a new family. Chris and I just held Riley and played with Mckenzee and he took care of me. It was such a quiet week and a special time for all of us.
Riley was a sweetie that first week. He waited until Daddy went back to work to turn on the hard stuff.
:)
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The day he came part 2....
So, Chris and I are just kind of looking at each other. He is trying to keep me calm and I am trying not to hyperventilate. The surgery has started now.
My doctor says to me, "Okay, I am removing your old scar now," to which I reply, "You don't have to tell me." I would rather not discuss anything that has to do with my insides while I lie there awake and be cut open. She says okay and then they all just act like they are out to lunch or something. They just talk about their kids and vacations and stuff the whole time. I guess that's okay. That's better than them being nervous and me hearing that in their voices like it was with Mckenzee.
I started feeling sleepy. I looked at Keith and said, "Did you give me that sleepy medicine? I don't want any sleepy medicine." He told me he gave me just enough to take the edge off and he wouldn't give me anymore.
Then, less than 10 minutes in we heard him. He came out with the cutest cry. Chris and I just looked at each other. He said, "He's here!" I just kept saying "oh, oh, oh." I loved his cry and I loved him already. Chris started taking pictures right away. They brought him around to see me real quick before cleaning him up. I remember thinking that he looked just like his Daddy.
They moved the curtain a little so I could watch them getting him measured and stuff. Chris was right there with them taking pictures. The poor little thing was just screaming his head off. The doctor said he had pretty strawberry blonde hair. After they wrapped him up they gave him to Chris and when Chris talked to him he calmed down. It is just the coolest thing how babies recognize your voice. He brought him to me and I kissed his face. I kept wanting to touch his face. He was just so soft. Chris just held him in the chair next to me and kept taking his picture. He got really good ones. He wasn't red or squished or anything. He was so cute.
I felt pretty sleepy then. I kept wanting to look at him, but it was hurting my neck. Chris told me to just close my eyes until it was over, that it was okay to relax. I did. I just laid there and waited and every now and then I would look over at my sweet husband holding our son.
They finally finished. I didn't feel sleepy anymore. They moved me over to my recovery bed and I got to hold him. I just kept wanting to rub my lips on his soft face. It's no wonder Mckenzee loves to do that now. He is so soft. He laid next to me on the way back to our room. When we got there I was able to sit up and nurse him. Without giving to much information for you....that went well. I was glad.
Chris handed me a James Avery bag. He had written a sweet card for me and inside was a red box with two rings inside. One had a peridot stone. That is Mckenzee's birthstone. The other one had a garnet stone for Riley. It was such a sweet and thoughtful gift that he did all on his own. I'll have to post a picture of them. We talked about how cute our son was and decided we were ready for Big Sister to come meet him and Chris went to get her and tell my parents that everything was okay.
Man, this is getting long......more soon.
My doctor says to me, "Okay, I am removing your old scar now," to which I reply, "You don't have to tell me." I would rather not discuss anything that has to do with my insides while I lie there awake and be cut open. She says okay and then they all just act like they are out to lunch or something. They just talk about their kids and vacations and stuff the whole time. I guess that's okay. That's better than them being nervous and me hearing that in their voices like it was with Mckenzee.
I started feeling sleepy. I looked at Keith and said, "Did you give me that sleepy medicine? I don't want any sleepy medicine." He told me he gave me just enough to take the edge off and he wouldn't give me anymore.
Then, less than 10 minutes in we heard him. He came out with the cutest cry. Chris and I just looked at each other. He said, "He's here!" I just kept saying "oh, oh, oh." I loved his cry and I loved him already. Chris started taking pictures right away. They brought him around to see me real quick before cleaning him up. I remember thinking that he looked just like his Daddy.
They moved the curtain a little so I could watch them getting him measured and stuff. Chris was right there with them taking pictures. The poor little thing was just screaming his head off. The doctor said he had pretty strawberry blonde hair. After they wrapped him up they gave him to Chris and when Chris talked to him he calmed down. It is just the coolest thing how babies recognize your voice. He brought him to me and I kissed his face. I kept wanting to touch his face. He was just so soft. Chris just held him in the chair next to me and kept taking his picture. He got really good ones. He wasn't red or squished or anything. He was so cute.
I felt pretty sleepy then. I kept wanting to look at him, but it was hurting my neck. Chris told me to just close my eyes until it was over, that it was okay to relax. I did. I just laid there and waited and every now and then I would look over at my sweet husband holding our son.
They finally finished. I didn't feel sleepy anymore. They moved me over to my recovery bed and I got to hold him. I just kept wanting to rub my lips on his soft face. It's no wonder Mckenzee loves to do that now. He is so soft. He laid next to me on the way back to our room. When we got there I was able to sit up and nurse him. Without giving to much information for you....that went well. I was glad.
Chris handed me a James Avery bag. He had written a sweet card for me and inside was a red box with two rings inside. One had a peridot stone. That is Mckenzee's birthstone. The other one had a garnet stone for Riley. It was such a sweet and thoughtful gift that he did all on his own. I'll have to post a picture of them. We talked about how cute our son was and decided we were ready for Big Sister to come meet him and Chris went to get her and tell my parents that everything was okay.
Man, this is getting long......more soon.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The day he came...
I have put off actually writing anything and just posting pictures for long enough. I thought I'd document the day baby Riley came for all of you.
I'll start with the night before. We didn't finish our house cleaning, but Chris said no more. He told me he would come home and make sure it was ready while I was at the hospital. He is the best husband for me. Going through childbirth for the second time has brought us even closer and I am thankful that God brought us together at such a young age. He is such an amazing husband.
We took Mckenzee and Macy to my parents. This would be the first night we have ever been child AND dog free since Mckenzee was born. This was her first night away from both of us at the same time. I have to say, it was nice. We came home and hung out a little. We made sure everything was ready to go to the hospital. We went to bed late, which is very typical of us. We always wish by the time we are in bed that we had come to bed much sooner. I had a meltdown then. I was just so scared to go through with everything in the morning. My experience with Mckenzee was not a good one and I just didn't know how this one would be either. Chris prayed for me and hugged me and that calmed me down some.
The alarm went off at 4:00am. Chris woke me up and I got in the shower. I will say it is much easier to get ready when you are not tending to a two year old. Of course, if I took to showering at 4 am every morning I wouldn't be tending to a two year old anyway. We left about 5:15. It was dark outside and I looked at the moon and stars and tried to imprint them in my brain to remember to tell Riley about how they looked the day he was born.
When we arrived at the hopital we went to Labor and Delivery. I told them my name and that I was there to check in for a c-section. It was very quiet and I felt like I was the only one there. There were so many nurses taking care of me and they were all so nice. We went straight to our room and she tried to start my IV and get blood to fill the viles for whatever they needed and Riley's cord blood collection. The first IV didn't take, but hurt like hell. The second one hurt worse, but they got it in. She tried to get the blood from there and I took it as long as I could and had to tell her to stop because she was losing me. Finally, a wonderful nurse named Alyssa came in and drew blood from my arm.....what a novel idea. I barely felt it and she got all that she needed. The dang IV still hurt hours later. I met the anesthesiologist, Keith, and I liked him very much. He was what I figured was a young, thirty something, black man wearing green scrubs and a Pittsburgh Steelers "doo rag" if you will, I am not sure about that lingo. He was sarcastic and funny and very much what I needed to calm my nerves. I later learned, after hearing him talk, that he was probably older than my parents. I'm telling you, I wouldn't have put him over 35 and I would've bet money on it.
My sweet nurse walked me to the OR. I asked if Chris could come and she said not until I was prepped. I hated that. He didn't get to be with me before either, but that time was a little more hurried and he had to get his scrubs on while they took me back. I was terrified of the spinal. The nurse held my face and counted for me to breathe. Her hands were soft and cold like my mom's when I am sick so I pretended she was my mom. Finally, that was done and they laid me back. Let me just say after having two c-sections the spinal is FAR better than the epidural for c-sections. I felt pain and pressure like I was getting my insides punched out with Mckenzee and this time I felt very little pressure at all, BUT I had numbness up into my face and it felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn't breathe well, but Keith said I was breathing fine and that was all in my head. He put the cold rag on my neck and asked if I could feel that it was cold and I said no. I'll post a picture of me soon and you can see how my facial muscles are sagging. I look like a chipmunk....weird.
I asked then if I could have my husband back and they let him in. I told them that I did not want ANY medicine that would make me sleepy. They gave me something with Mckenzee because I was feeling so much and I was very sleepy when she came and I hated that.
Chris sat by my head and talked to me and held my hand. It helped to see his face and hear his voice.
I know this is not very entertaining.....and that's all I have in me right now...to be continued.......
I'll start with the night before. We didn't finish our house cleaning, but Chris said no more. He told me he would come home and make sure it was ready while I was at the hospital. He is the best husband for me. Going through childbirth for the second time has brought us even closer and I am thankful that God brought us together at such a young age. He is such an amazing husband.
We took Mckenzee and Macy to my parents. This would be the first night we have ever been child AND dog free since Mckenzee was born. This was her first night away from both of us at the same time. I have to say, it was nice. We came home and hung out a little. We made sure everything was ready to go to the hospital. We went to bed late, which is very typical of us. We always wish by the time we are in bed that we had come to bed much sooner. I had a meltdown then. I was just so scared to go through with everything in the morning. My experience with Mckenzee was not a good one and I just didn't know how this one would be either. Chris prayed for me and hugged me and that calmed me down some.
The alarm went off at 4:00am. Chris woke me up and I got in the shower. I will say it is much easier to get ready when you are not tending to a two year old. Of course, if I took to showering at 4 am every morning I wouldn't be tending to a two year old anyway. We left about 5:15. It was dark outside and I looked at the moon and stars and tried to imprint them in my brain to remember to tell Riley about how they looked the day he was born.
When we arrived at the hopital we went to Labor and Delivery. I told them my name and that I was there to check in for a c-section. It was very quiet and I felt like I was the only one there. There were so many nurses taking care of me and they were all so nice. We went straight to our room and she tried to start my IV and get blood to fill the viles for whatever they needed and Riley's cord blood collection. The first IV didn't take, but hurt like hell. The second one hurt worse, but they got it in. She tried to get the blood from there and I took it as long as I could and had to tell her to stop because she was losing me. Finally, a wonderful nurse named Alyssa came in and drew blood from my arm.....what a novel idea. I barely felt it and she got all that she needed. The dang IV still hurt hours later. I met the anesthesiologist, Keith, and I liked him very much. He was what I figured was a young, thirty something, black man wearing green scrubs and a Pittsburgh Steelers "doo rag" if you will, I am not sure about that lingo. He was sarcastic and funny and very much what I needed to calm my nerves. I later learned, after hearing him talk, that he was probably older than my parents. I'm telling you, I wouldn't have put him over 35 and I would've bet money on it.
My sweet nurse walked me to the OR. I asked if Chris could come and she said not until I was prepped. I hated that. He didn't get to be with me before either, but that time was a little more hurried and he had to get his scrubs on while they took me back. I was terrified of the spinal. The nurse held my face and counted for me to breathe. Her hands were soft and cold like my mom's when I am sick so I pretended she was my mom. Finally, that was done and they laid me back. Let me just say after having two c-sections the spinal is FAR better than the epidural for c-sections. I felt pain and pressure like I was getting my insides punched out with Mckenzee and this time I felt very little pressure at all, BUT I had numbness up into my face and it felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I couldn't breathe well, but Keith said I was breathing fine and that was all in my head. He put the cold rag on my neck and asked if I could feel that it was cold and I said no. I'll post a picture of me soon and you can see how my facial muscles are sagging. I look like a chipmunk....weird.
I asked then if I could have my husband back and they let him in. I told them that I did not want ANY medicine that would make me sleepy. They gave me something with Mckenzee because I was feeling so much and I was very sleepy when she came and I hated that.
Chris sat by my head and talked to me and held my hand. It helped to see his face and hear his voice.
I know this is not very entertaining.....and that's all I have in me right now...to be continued.......
Some Pictures
Here are some pictures we took of Riley last weekend. I really like them and I would like them more if I could learn more about my photoshop program so I could do what I want to them. I need to break down and read the manual. Anyway, here's my cutie.
Monday, February 2, 2009
...and My Sweet Mckenzee too!
Funny girl playing in her bed
Our Superbowl Party.....Daddy and his blonde babies
Daddy and Kenzee going to get the mail on the ice day.
My silly girl
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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