WOW Time Flies

Is it possible for life to pass you by. Why can't we tell ourselves, you're never gonna get this moment back. I feel somewhat robbed of the last year of my life, of my kids' lives, robbed of the Dad that I need so desperately

Tristan will be 8 months old next week. What???

My dad's birthday was a few weeks ago, quite possible one of the hardest days of my life. Not sure why... just wasn't prepared for what it was going to feel like hearing the date, June 15th, all day long, constantly grabbing the phone to call and wish him a happy birthday, only to hear "the number you are calling has been disconnected or is no longer in service..."
We went to the cemetary and took him fresh cut roses from our garden. We had to run from the sprinklers, it was just me and the kids. Delaney layed the roses by his name and we sang happy birthday, with a lump in the throat. D and I both teared... when we dodged the sprinklers to get back to car the, my precious little girl lifted her hand to her face and yelled back toward the memory wall "POPPY I MISS YOU" Talk about heartbreaking.

The other holidays were not as hard. We had little T to fuss over and keeping us up at night that it seemed alot easier.

Lately I feel defeated. I feel like a failure. This being in charge of his matters and estate is exhausting. I need to it be OVER!!! I can't take it anymore. I am losing my mind, and missing out on my family. Something has got to give!! I have turned my own life into absolute shambles.

I feel so blessed at the same time that I have such wonderful family on Mike's side that totally accept me as their own. But no one will replace him. I miss him so much. I hate that he was taken from me and Mike and my kids. My brother and sister, and me, we need him more than ever. I know God has a plan and that everything happens for a reason, but really, what was the reason.... I am still waiting for that to be clear.

Just had a lot to get off my chest I guess. Feeling empty. I miss you Dad and love you more than life itself.

I really want to win...

The lottery. My life would be PERFECT if I didn't have debt and bills! I have the best Husband, best kids ever, and a perfect-for-me house, perfect-for-me car, perfect job, perfect little life...

But theres this whole other side I hate called "Reality of being an adult"
I remember my parents talking about this....

You guessed it, today was payday...and that was shortlived, I watched in walk in- and walk RIGHT back out of my checkbook! Booo!!!

I don't want to be a millionaire by any means, just want enough to pay the debts I have and work just for entertainment and to do fun things with my kids.

I guess I will just keep buying tickets and praying... pathetic I know.

Remember that minute

That I spoke of in my first post...I really need it today.

Just one more minute with my Dad...

Today I am having a hard time with it all. I've been sitting here at my desk in tears several times, trying to keep from choking. No idea why, nothing in particular has happened.

I just miss him, terribly....

I think maybe its finally hitting me that he's actually gone, and never coming back. the juvenile side of me has firmly believed one day he would just appear and this was all a really bad dream....

Why can't my brain be a memory stick..

While I think I have a really great memory, its the most important things in life I can't seem to pull out of mothballs...

Last night at 1:32 am I was feeding Tristan laying in bed. He is the sweetest baby ever, and had his little hands linked, as if he was praying and was just nursing away... While I normally am begging to go back to sleep, I just layed there staring at his precious face and those little hands... I just started praying myself... "God please let me remember this moment forever"

Its not one of those moments you have a camera near by, ya know.

I am sure I had a million moments like that with Delaney and I just can't seem to remember how it all felt and looked. I would give anything to have those memories back, and now I am afraid I won't remember how Tristan looks, feels, and smells. It is not only bittersweet, but somewhat heartbreaking...

The 3 year old who wants everything..where to draw the line

I am at a loss today as to where to draw the line on Christmas gifts for Delaney. This is the first year that she has really been able to say what she wants and gets really heartfelt about it. Of course, everything she sees, she wants. And she gets that little sparkle in her eyes!

I've already bought her more than I had intended on. I had a Santa gift for her and then we went and saw Santa and she asked for something totally different, and that was alot more than I wanted to spend, but what did I do the next day... Of course, like any mother, I arranged for Santa to bring her the John Deer Scooter she asked for.

For some odd reason, while part of my brain tells me kids shouldn't get everything they ask for, what happens in their little minds when they don't get it? Are they dissapointed on Christmas morning? I feel compelled to never have her want for anything, I never did as a child, I am pretty sure I got everything I ever asked for and more, however, my parents were alot "better off" than I am...

Today she asked me pretty please for the Santa and reindeer lawn blow up teeter totter...It was $99. She went on for 20 minutes how she just really wanted it. I have had a lump in the pit of my stomach all day because I can not afford to buy it for her..Why though, I don't EVER want a stupid lawn blow up! UGH.

I need to figure something out before next year...this girls gonna kill me finacially!

When your whole life turns to POOP!

I have come to a new realization in life that is a bit funny to me.

Just 3 short years ago, I was a member of the "GIRLS DON'T POOP" theorist. I did not admit to, talk about, look at, or acknowledge that ANY girls pooped. I am pretty sure, I almost had Mike convinced that I didn't! And he was not allowed to talk about it, fart in front of me or leave a smell lingering through the house...We had been married for 3 years and I don't think I ever "pooped" with him around or any chance of finding out. It was my dirty little secret...

Fast forward to today! Delaney who is 3 years old and is just potty trained; this morning she calls me in to the bathroom, as she does EVERY time so that I can admire and congratulate her on her poop in the potty!!! We have to do a little dance and tell her what a GREAT job pooping she did!
Then there's Tristan- the newborn preemie- who once he started pooping and still, we tell him what a great job he did and admire his diaper and discuss with friends and family what color and consistency it is, along with how many times he's "gone" today!

I just find it odd that I spend most of my day congratulating and being SO PROUD of my kids for pooping! Something I used to think was un-natural.

Tristans Birth Story- Little Rewind...

So, I haven't had a chance to share Tristans Birth Story- so here it goes!


I was 34 weeks pregnant on Friday, October 31st, and went to my normal OB check. This was a milestone in my pregnancy that I had been counting down to because of the high risk of pre-term delivery as a result of my cervical cancer many years ago. At 32 weeks, I had the betamethazone shots to assist in developing the baby's lungs, so my whole pregnancy we were just praying we would make it to 34 weeks!
So on Friday I was dialated to 3- which I had been dialated for several weeks, so we werent' alarmed by that. and I was 50% effaced. My Dr. felt that things were holding steady and she thought we would make it another week or 2. SO home I went and we took Delaney Trick Or Treating, Which made me feel like I wanted to die! The Dr. doubled my contraction meds that I had been on for 9 week and wanted me to take them more frequently.

Saturday I went to a CaBi party just to get out of the house. There was no way I could wipe the grump off my face- I was just done. THe thought of being pregnant another week sounded like torture to me! I was in so much pain and discomfort. But I knew it was in the baby's best interest to hang out for awhile.

Sunday morning I woke up and just felt nervous. I never got out of my PJ's or had any motivation at all. I just kept panincking. I barely said a word to Mike or Delaney all day. At about 2 I called my friend Megan who is a L&D nurse and asked her what to do. I was so afraid of being shipped out to a bigger city. But I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head that I was going to deliver in my office at work on Monday. I just couldn't go to work without someone telling me "You're not having this baby tomorrow"
SO I called the Dr. on call and she told me to come into the hospital and get monitored. I want to say we got there about 4ish. The monitors showed I was having pretty strong contractions. My cervix was still a good 3. So they decided to give me a stronger contraction med which was Tributaline shot. It was AWFUL! Its what I picture heroin being like. It was supposed to last a few days, but exactly 1 hour later, the contractions picked up again. So another shot- and now I was dialated to 4! Exactly an hour later- contractions back again..3rd shot of Trib and now I was dialated to 5. I was getting really frustrated. The meds were making me feel terrible and it wasn't stopping the cervix from dialating. Nothing was going to stop that. So At this point the Dr. came in and talked to me. She basically said that our hospital doesn't want to deliver 34 week babies. She wanted me to be on Magnesium Sulfate... and possibly agree to be shipped to Spokane where they had a NiCu. At this point I asked if I had a choice... She said yes. So this was my explanation to her: which several people disagreed with.
1- I was NOT going to take the Mag Sulf because it was still not going to stop the contractions and it would just make the baby really lethargic at birth, and he wouldn't do as well as he normally would and they would ship him out by himself.
2.- I was NOT going to be shipped out. Mothers instict told me the baby was perfect...I wanted to chance it. I didn't want to be un-neccisarily stuck 3 hours away from home for a week just for observation, and I wanted my Dr. to deliver the baby.
3.- From this point on (8:00pm Sunday night) I was refusing all efforts to stop labor.

So- They called in a pediatrician and respiratory therapist to come talk to me about all the complications that could arise...the ped told me I wouldn't be able to see the baby- he would be wisked away..yada yada...They told me he probably weighed 4 1/2 to 5 lbs. I just kept telling everyone sorry if they thought I was crazy- but I knew everything was going to be ok. Mike at this point was completely scared and not talking at all...he had barely said 2 words to me all day.
They asked if I wanted pain meds and I told them no...I was going to give Tristan every fighting chance...
So they gave me a pill to make me sleep (which didn't work) and they figured I would deliver somewhere around 1 in the morning.

WRONG
8:00 am they came in and woke us up. They checked my cervix and I was still @5. WTH?
But a few moments later the contractions, which had died over night, picked up again. Dr. Lapier came in and asked me if I was sure I was ready for this... I said yes.
She said she would come back at lunch time and break my water if it hadn't already. They had all the specialist standing by,
At 1:00 she came back, I was only dialated to 5-6. again WTH?
We were sitting around joking about me text messaging constantly and there she stood with the hook, I started laughing so hard, that I broke my water myself...It was quite comical given the fact there was like 20 people in the room.
the Dr. said she would come back and check me in 3 hours! I said YEAH RIGHT...
about 15 minutes later- we were laughing about Delaney telling us she spilled Grandmas Beer on her shirt (it was Root Beer)
All the sudden the pain set it! I think the look on my face said it all, and the nurse told Dr. Lapier she better check me again before she left...
Sure enough I was dialated to 9! Here we go!
by 2:00 I was complete and in a sh%#tload of pain! I had an epidural but I had the anesthisiologist put it real low just so I didn't feel the baby come out~ OOps!
I had to WAIT to push while waiting for all the specialist to get there! I remember seeing Mike standing clear over by the door- He was SOOO nervous! Neither one of us knew what was about to happen. I had, along with all the medical staff, my mom, my sister, my friend Megan, & Mike's mom in the room with me.
At about 2:17 I got to start pushing, and at 2:32 my little boy was born...and what did I hear? about 4 people say "He's not small"
However- at this point, they did put T on my stomach, but something happened that I won't soon forget- I CRIED so hard I couldn't open my eyes. I don't even know how to explain it. The emotion that came over me all the sudden. I just bawled and bawled. I was afraid to open my eyes. It was like- This is the moment of truth- Is the baby ok?? I think every single person in that room was bawling, I could hear them, even tho I couldn't see.. Even my nurse who had been with me the day before too- was sobbing.. It was truly a bittersweet moment! And A relief to everyone- Not just myself.

HE WAS PERFECT

About 15 minutes later the pediatrician called down from the nursery- Tristan weighed 6 lbs! and was 19" long and was COMPLETELY breathing on his own! He was in Great condition! I couldn't wait to go see him! It was a true miracle. Everyone was shocked!

I know in my heart my Dad was in the room with me and he kept us safe. I could feel him, and he was the voice inside me, saying everything was going to be ok! There was no way he was going to let anything happen to Tristan and me!

My mother being in the room was something unexpected. She hasn't played a huge role in my life for a long time- we've had our differences. But I think this experience was possibly a turning point. It was amazing and frightening for her to see me give birth... its something she will always remember, and in the end it did mean alot to me for her to be there... to play a part in Tristan's life.

Tristan is 3 weeks old today- weighing in at only 5.9 - he wants to stay my tiny man forever! Which is fine with me, because he is THRIVING.. He was only kept in the hospital for 4 days for observation and treatment of jaundice. He is so sweet and just a perfect baby...