TheLifeandTimesofaMom

Life and Times of a Mommy(:

This a little late, but my computer and I had issues!

June 29, 2012, afternoon. I convinced my husband to take me to the hospital because I was having some pretty intense irregular contractions. So, off we went. I was soon admitted with pre-term labor. I spent a week in the hospital. The first night was the worst.
They pumped this stuff in me called magnesium citrate to stop the contractions. I don’t take IVs well in the first place. So first they gave me morphine for pain and phenagren for the nausea caused be morphine. With my arm on fire from that, they then gave me the magnesium citrate. It felt like I was on fire from one wrist, up my arm, across my chest, and down my other arm. I then proceeded to hold a plastic barf bag up to my face and tried not to dry heave. And of course, since I was in pain, I held my breath. Which made my blood oxygen levels plummet and the blood pressure cuff go crazy. Then (going to get a little TMI here for a minute) they felt a need to insert a catheter, after I repeatedly told them no, because I didn’t have to pee. After removing it, I screamed and cried and whimpered and tried to not to cut off the circulation in my husband’s hand for about 30 minutes. My step mom, who was my rock through this whole ordeal, was in Texas. My parents cut their vacation short and drove 6 hours to come be with me. By that time, the pain in everything but my arm had stopped. I was poked and prodded every four hours the first twenty-four hours, because of the magnesium. Then, I thought I was having contractions yet again, and they took my food away. Who in their right mind takes food away from a pregnant woman?! Did they want to die?! But, anyways.
After that I was in the hospital every weekend for a month, with no changes. Just irregular contractions. One time, a doctor told me that I could stay over night in the labor and delivery room I was in, if I really wanted to. I said no, wanting to sleep in my own bed.

Friday, July 13, 2012, 9 pm. (Of course it was the 13th. Just my luck right?!) My husband and I had just left the dollar movie theater after watching What to Expect When You Are Expecting. (Guys. If you haven’t seen this movie, I suggest you watch it ASAP. It’s a great movie!!) When we got in the car, I started having some uncomfortable contractions, but they weren’t regular enough for me to time. We got home and I went to lay down. Within about 30 minutes I was in tears from the pain. It wasn’t that it hurt really bad, it was uncomfortable and I didn’t really know what was going on. I’d spent a week, and every weekend for a month, in the hospital with no change. By this point I was beyond frustrated. I consulted this wonderful site, and they said to wait it out. I went against their directions and about 11:30 pm, I woke my husband up and back to the hospital we went.

My baby and his feeding tube.

My baby and his feeding tube.

Saturday, July 14, 2012, 5:30 am. My little baby boy decided to grace us with his presence. After almost ripping a nurses face off so that I could push, I finally got to meet the little boy who insisted on coming to join this crazy world earlier than he should have. They had gave me a shot for his lungs a month before so he was breathing just fine. Eating, however, wasn’t going so well. He had a tube in his nose most of the time he was in the hospital, and he was in the hospital for a week. That was the hardest thing in the world to watch. A nurse told me that we could only stay two nights in a room off the nursery. So, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday night, hubby and I drove literally 10 minutes away to our town house to sleep as much as we could through crying, just to get up the next morning and drive another 10 minutes back to the hospital. Friday, a doctor (my favorite one by the way) told us that he didn’t care what anyone said, we could stay as long as he was there. The next day he went home.

His smash cake. The box was like four times bigger than the actual cake. So we were all surprised when the cake was like three inches tall and the box was like a foot tall!

His smash cake. The box was like four times bigger than the actual cake.

Sunday, July 14, 2013, 2:00 pm. My little man’s first birthday!!! Now, this birthday party. It couldn’t be easy, ya know, since it was the first. Something HAD to go wrong. A week before the party, I moved it from Saturday to Sunday because my mother in law had a float trip on Saturday. She had already spent money on the float trip, meaning she had already bought the alcohol for the float trip. So, not very many people showed up to the party. But we still had fun! However, I ended up wearing more cake than little man did!

After he smeared cake all over his face. Yes, he looks like he ate a smurf.

After he smeared cake all over his face. Yes, he looks like he ate a smurf.

Then he got done and stuck his pacy in his mouth.

Then he got done and stuck his pacy in his mouth.

After he got done playing in the cake, he had a bath and went outside with my in-laws. A few of my friends who came to the birthday stayed inside with me. I went to the bathroom and came out and had what was left of the smash cake thrown at me. I then proceeded to scream bloody murder because my friend’s wife scared the ever-loving crap out of me. The cake landed face up on the tile floor, so, of course, I grabbed and took off after her. And a cake fight ensued. After the cake fight ended and it was all cleaned up, my in-laws left and I noticed some cake sitting on the high chair still. My friend’s wife had her son laying on her, so we asked hubby to go around the corner to get her some potato salad. (Hubby was yet to be wearing any cake.) So I hid around the corner and attempted to smash cake in his face. I somewhat got him. But, I mostly just got potato salad smashed in my hair. Sadly, I do not have a picture of that. Potato salad smells horrible to me and it was all I could do not to get sick waiting to get into the bathroom to wash it out. But, I do have a picture of me wearing the cake!! So here ya go, laugh it up!! I sure did!!

The girl on the left is my friend's wife and I'm on the right. Obviously, I lost the cake fight. I was laughing way to hard to really fight back.

The girl on the left is my friend’s wife and I’m on the right. Obviously, I lost the cake fight. I was laughing way to hard to really fight back.

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This’ll be Fun!!

This post. It’s gonna be a good one!!

Day Twenty Eight. What would you if you got someone pregnant or if you were pregnant? Now, considering I’m, well, a woman, if got someone pregnant I would be the richest woman ALIVE!!! Men would officially cease to be needed. (Sorry guys! We will be nice and put all y’all on a nice tropical island somewhere!!) I think it would get a little old me being the only woman to get other women’s eggos preggo, so I would be fundin’ some research!! And as much as I hate being a guinea pig, the attention would be nice!

But, if I was the one with the preggo eggo, I would be suing some doctors!!! This is gonna get a little personal for a minute, personal in way that I don’t think this was meant for buuuut, it’s a tad necessary with this one. See, I gots one of those awesome IUD thingys that keeps you from getting pregnant for like 5 years. I know they aren’t 100% effective, so I probably wouldn’t be suing anyone, but someone would definitely have some explaining to do!! In all seriousness though, I would definitely keep the baby. It wouldn’t be ideal at this point in time but I don’t believe in abortion and adoption just isn’t for me and my husband. (This truth is not about my views on abortion so that will be saved for another day.)

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Let’s Play Catch!

Catch up, that is… Sorry I missed my day yesterday! I was sick. I have no clue what happened. One minute I was sitting at my desk, joking around with one of the guys, and the next I’m speeding home as fast as I can trying not to pull over to get sick. It was crazy guys.. I was going to do a post but my oh so lovely computer wasn’t cooperating last night… I’m about to just throw the stupid thing out the window and call it good! But anyways. We are going to do two days today. So let’s get started, shall we?

Day Cinq (that’s five for those who don’t speak French!)

Yesterday’s day is something that you hope to do in your life. Since we’ve already covered school, and in case you guys didn’t know I would love to go back, we will go over something else. When I was younger, we went to a rodeo in Texas. Or I think it was a rodeo. Anyway, I told my dad that I was going to win the National Finals Rodeo in barrel racing in that arena. To this day, that is still something that I would like to accomplish!

Now, if you guys haven’t seen anyone barrel race before here is the first thing you should know: it’s on horse back. (Me? Talking about horses and my love for them? Crazy, I know.) There are three barrels set up in a triangle formation. You can either go to the left or right first. But, either way, you are timed. If you knock over a barrel, it adds a five second penalty. (Tip for beginners: DO NOT LEAN TOWARDS THE BARRELS YOU WILL FALL OFF. I personally never fell off but it was a close one.) The winning time, I think, is either 16 point something or 17 seconds flat. Doesn’t that sound fun?! No? Alrighty, it’s just me. Kay.

This is the pattern. they are obviously labeled wrong. The right start is on the left and the left start is on the right. If that makes sense...

This is the pattern. they are obviously labeled wrong. The right start is on the left and the left start is on the right. If that makes sense…

But  seriously guys, if you ever get the chance to run barrels or go watch someone run barrels, I highly suggest you go. It’s fun and you get an adrenaline rush just from watching! (I was looking up pictures to show you guys what the pattern looks like and ohmigosh!! It has me itching to be on a horse!! I’m about to go insane… Like literally. Pulling my hair out, running and scream down the street, buck naked. Well…maybe not that crazy…)

This, ladies and gents, is why you do not lean!!

This, ladies and gents, is why you do not lean!!

Day Six

Okay guys, we are going to get serious here for a minute. Today’s day is something that you never have to do. This one is going to be pretty serious. I hope I never have to bury a child.

Have you guys seen the movie Steel Magnolias? I don’t want to spoil the movie, but there is no way to not. Gah.. Okay. A mom has to bury her daughter. I’m not going to tell you who, (because, honestly, I don’t remember) or why, (again, I don’t remember) or when, just that she that she has to bury her daughter.  And let me tell you guys, I  cried. My. Freaking. Eyes. Out. At that movie. So, if you haven’t seen it, be prepared.

There are some lovely ladies in this movie!! You guys should really watch it if you haven't!!

There are some lovely ladies in this movie!! You guys should really watch it if you haven’t!!

That movie made me really think about something tragic like that. And now that I have kids, it really makes you think. And it scars the bajeesus out of me. You aren’t supposed to bury your children, they are supposed to bury you!

And since i was so mean and made you guys all sad and stuff here is a cute puppy giving you a high five!!

And since i was so mean and made you guys all sad and stuff here is a cute puppy giving you a high five!!

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