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...

So Just some backgrounds- My first Post!

So this is my first post. I thought I should start it with some background on myself...where I've been kinda thing. I'm gonna try to keep it short. I love to talk.

So this year has been a crazy one. In January we decided that we wanted to have another baby. Delaney was going to be 3 at the end of the year so we thought the timing was perfect. I wanted the kids to be exactly 3 years apart- So, I was shooting to get pregnant in March. Not to mention- Delaney was going to ask for a baby sister from Santa for Christmas...
So in March I got it set in my mind..a few of my friends said- You're crazy, you're running out of time for an 08 baby! But we were blessed and I did get pregnant in March, and ended up with the SAME due date that I had with Delaney, Dec 15th. SO here we go...puking, moods, not able to eat food, hating life... Sorry, I loathe being pregnant- BUT I just kept my eye on the prize.
In May, my Dad, whom was my ROCK, my best friend, the soul reason I am who I am, my everything...called and told me he had cancer on his kidneys. It was called sqaumous cell carcinoma. The Dr.s told him he would need surgery to remove most of his internal organs in June- but that he would probably still have a good 5-10 years of life. I said "OK- We can get through this. Just like we ALWAYS do"
On June 13th he had his surgery. I was 4 months pregnant. He made me PROMISE OVER AND OVER that I would never do anything to jepordize my pregnancy. The baby already meant so much to him. They removed his Colon, Rectum, Prostate, Bladder, and appendix. He had an Urostomy and Colostomy bag. He seemed to do well with the surgery, and went home about 2 weeks later. He was making strides in getting well through the month of July. We were down to see him several times. He had started Radiation, and really sounded positive. Then on August 3rd, I received a call early in the morning that he had been rushed to the ER by Ambulance. To make a VERY long couple of weeks shorter- a whole had been burned in his intestine, he went through 2 more surgeries and double kidney failure. This battle was over- just how long was it going to take. I was crushed, and refused to give in to the fact that this man, the strongest man I had EVER known- was going. He tried to protect me because I was pregnant and refused to talk about "the end" with me. Something I very much regret!
On Labor Day weekend we were in Boise for 5 days as we thought that was the end. We came home on Monday and I was having contractions already at 25 weeks pregnant. I went to the dr and my cervix was already dialating and I was put on contraction medication. I was in pre-term labor and had the stress of the world on my shoulders... There was NO way to relax. Those last couple days, all I wanted to do was talk to him and tell him I was going to be ok, that I loved him, and I would tell Tristan all about him.

On September 17th, early in the morning, My father passed away, he was 66. It was something I had prayed for, to please take his pain away, and now it was all over. This was the worst moment in my life, I had NO IDEA it would hurt so much, I almost couldn't breathe. It amazed me that in one moment, all the pain that he had felt for all those months suddenly passed to me, to my heart...I will never forget that feeling.
I made it through another 9 weeks in my pregnancy, despite a huge load of responsibilities taking care of my Dad's affairs. I had a REALLY strong support system in my family and my friends- mainly my TWW DOOPS girls! & How could Delaney not get me through this, reminding me every day that Papa was "with Kevin (Heaven) with the angels" :) I think the thing that gets me through each day, is now my dad is watching over us all the time.

On November 3rd @ 2:32 pm my tiny wonder Tristan Michael was born 6 weeks premature. It was a bittersweet moment. So much emotion, and the last 5 months, came to an end, in one moment, and started down a new road. All the sudden I wasn't sure what to do. In my blog you will probably see my strong days and see my weak days. I miss my dad with every ounce of my heart, and I love my family with every ounce of my heart.

I pray every day for just one more minute...