RenovationGirl

Happy 2nd Week Birthday

Dear Baby Girl,

Today, at exactly 2:51 PM, you  turned two weeks old...in the grand scheme of your life, this is just a blip of time.  To us, your parents, it is a time of celebration.  It is eight years of waiting.  You have already filled our lives so full that is seems like you have always been with us.  I suppose, in a way, you have.  With every negative test, failed cycle, and loss, the Lord had you waiting for us.  Waiting for YOUR time, the RIGHT time. While we will never forget our 5 little angels, you have filled our hurt a bit and our hearts are overwhelmed with joy and love. 

In the past two weeks, you have taught us much about ourselves...you have taught us that just like that mean ol' Grinch, a heart really can grow many sizes in a short period of time.  You have taught us that we are, ahem, older, and that helps us and hurts us.  Bending over that changing table to change you only to have you pee on your sleeper mid-change, then explosively poop on mommy before she can get that diaper on, lets us feel every creak in our middle-aged bones.  But having the life experience of 40 years behind us?  Well, that has filled us with patience beyond compare.  We know exactly how blessed we are and how lucky we are to have you.  You have taught us that teamwork counts and that big brothers are slow to fall in love sometimes.  You have taught us that our friends and family are amazing people who love you almost as much as we do, recognizing the precious gift you are to us.  You have taught us that even after so much pain, joy is possible, boundless joy.  

In the past two weeks, you have already shown your personality.  You are a good baby who actually sleeps.  I had heard these types of babies existed, but I always thought they were the stuff that stories were made of.  But no, you sleep.  You are rarely fussy, but when you are, there's always a reason.  Sometimes, you get yourself so worked up that when you cry, you sound like a little lamb bleating.  And while this should upset us, it's so stinking cute, we just smile and hold you tighter. You love your hands and constantly have them at your face.  You actually came out of mommy arm first before your shoulders.  Sometimes, the way you hold those hands around your face, you look angelic.  Other times, with a slight gassy grin, you seem to be plotting your first evil plan.  (Perhaps to pull the cat's tail?)  You love to snuggle up on someone. but at night, it's mommy.  You love sticking your butt in the air and nuzzling on mommy's chest nice and tight.  (Mommy loves this, too!) You are a good eater and took to nursing right away.  Unfortunately, you also have a tendency to spit everything up, but no worries-you're gaining weight (13 oz in 10 days!) and mommy and daddy comfort you when this upsets you.  You make a ton of noises, whether eating or sleeping or just hanging out with us.  You have the brightest eyes we've ever seen that seem to see deep within us and you follow the sounds of our voices with those beautiful eyes.  When we change you, your legs never stop moving.  Your right leg often sticks straight out and hangs out mid-air, until we're ready to put that diaper on you, and then BOOM, it curls back up again.  Sometimes, it looks like you're bicycling  as fast as you can.  You like a little "me time" in your pack and play sometimes.  It soothes you.

Baby girl, in just two weeks you have stolen our hearts and the hearts of many.  You have fulfilled our dreams and we spend many an hour gazing on your sweetness, in awe of this gift we have been given.  We love you.  Happy two week birthday!

She's Here!!

Our miracle baby girl arrived on April 9th after being almost 5 days late.  It was an easy and fast delivery and so far, she is an easy and sleeping baby.  We are beyond thrilled and in love!  I'd love your input on what blog name she should have...

Pictures and more to follow...

 

I'm Still Here, Just Bigger

Hi. I'm still here.  Doubtful that many of you are.  I've committed a grievous sin in the blog world: I have left my blog unattended for months and months.  But I am still here. Hi.

Right now, I'm having trouble typing on my Chromebook.  Even with it's little size, the computer is still too big for my significantly smaller lap.  This is a pain, one that my cats (who are on the "pleasantly plump" side) are very upset about.  But I'll take it.  

I am in the home stretch, friends.  I am over 36 weeks pregnant now and we are all doing well.  It would be a lie to say this was an easy pregnancy-being 40 as opposed to being 31 has proved much more difficult than even I thought.  While we've had no complications, things have been tough.  My exhaustion is more intense this time around.  I have not yet had the lovely "nesting" syndrome that hits pregnant women.  There was no "Superwoman" second trimester phase.  Since week 16, my feet and ankles have remained swollen in an alarming manner. (No worries, blood pressure is fine.)  My back aches constantly.  I haven't breathed through my nose easily since we conceived.  And while I know this sounds like complaining, it's not.  I delight in it, even when I'm uncomfortable and out of sorts.

I have lots more to share.  Like how Builder Boy reacted to the news of becoming a big brother and how he has come to accept it and possibly even be excited by it.  Or all the things I had forgotten about being pregnant-good and bad. About the people praying for this baby and how incredibly blessed this baby is.  And how my house right now has been overtaken by all things pink.  :)  But we'll save that for a later date.  Just know I'm still here, just bigger, and a lot more quiet than I've been in a super long time.

Lucky #7

Seven is kind of a big number here.  

Remodel Man is the youngest of seven children.

Builder Boy is the seventh grandchild.

My classroom is number seven.

The star quarterback of our hometown football team is number seven.

We're kind of fond of number seven.  And we're really hoping that our luck continues with the number seven.

'Cause I'm on my seventh pregnancy.  

Numbers 2-6 didn't turn out so well.  This time around, though, things just might be looking up for us.  The doctor used words like, "textbook" and "perfect." I have had so many ultrasounds I have been able to see the growth of a fetus from two post conception to now.  I heard the heartbeat at just 5 1/2 weeks.  I was released from my fertility doctor's care to a regulary old OB.  On Thursday, I will be 13 weeks.

To say we are in shock would be the understatement of the year.  We were officially done.  In June, we had a garage sale to sell our baby stuff...and sell we did.  More than half of our things.  We were planning an anniversary trip to the Kentucky distilleries.  We had found peace with our family of three.  We had officially moved on.  Started a new journey.

Make plans and God laughs.  

So here we are. Pregnant because one weekend when we thought we were in the safe zone, we were not.  (Thank you late ovulation!)  We are being cautiously optimistic, but we still no the risks, even at this point in the pregnancy.

OH, and did I mention that in less than two weeks, I'm going to be 40?!  and I'm pregnant?!  

Wow.

Well Hello!

It's been months since I've written.  Thank you for the emails I received checking in on me. I'm fine.  Truly.  I just have had no desire to visit this space.  I wish I could say I was soul-searching, trying to find my place in the blog world, but really, I just didn't care to write.  Have you ever been there with your blog?  Of the blogs I read, it does seem to be a trend that people aren't writing as much or commenting as much.  Perhaps it's the saturation of blogs or perhaps people are actually out there living their lives instead of writing about them.  Nonetheless, here I am. 

Here's what you missed during my hiatus:

1.  Miscarriage #5-done naturally at home.  This I do NOT recommend.  Go for the D&C people-much less emotionally traumatic!!!

2.I got medicated!!!!!Hooray for me!  Anti-depressant AND  anti-anxiety meds.  I'm much better, although still battling serious anxiety due to #3 and my fear of taking the anti-anxiety meds and getting addicted.

3.  Finished out the worst school year of my career.  Many teachers were fired for no apparent good reason leaving us all feel very unsettled and terrified.  It was a year filled with drama and crisis and change and I'm hoping this coming year will be totally boring because I can't handle another year like that.

4. Cub Scout camp for Builder Boy-a wonderful experience for him!  He learned so much and had such a great time.

5.  Our church festival where I learned lots, made lots of new friends, and cooked more cabbage rolls that I ever thought I could.  It was a lot of fun!!!

6.A heat wave and we don't have air conditioning.  I really like it when I tell people we have a couple of window units and they reply, "OH, that's good!!!"  Really? yes, it's helpful, but it's not good.  It's hot as blazes in all but one room in our house during the day, and that room is a freezing 84 degrees.  It's even been too hot to go to the pool during the afternoon hours. Ugh.!

7. Teaching summer school...always interesting and challenging, especially because it's online.  I do enjoy it, though, as it keeps me fresh and teaching is never far from my mind.

8. Restoring out front porch. Oh.My.Gosh.  What a project!  Remodel Man is doing it all himself and it is quite a project.  and in this heat...

9.  Getting ready for vacation in the near future.  Beach time is always good for the soul. 

10.  Prepping lessons for the entire school year-I am determined that THIS will be the year I am organized and ahead of schedule planning-wise.  (Please pray for me on this one!)

11.  Cooking!!  Lots and lots of new recipes and new foods.  I had lost my cooking mojo for awhile, but because of a CSA program and Pinterest, I have my groove back.  Remodel Man is quite glad about this!

So that's me...how have you been?

If These Shower Walls Could Speak

If these shower walls could speak, they would tell a story of a woman with a secret...

They would tell of the past few weeks of worry and anxiety and hope and bridled excitement over a last chance...

They would tell of the awakening showers spent staring at the once barren belly, glad for a reason for the bump...

They would tell of the fear and desire and time spent just breathing...

They would tell of the bruised veins and hurried time making the many appointments...

They would tell of the solace received in the only moments of the day when she could really feel what she was feeling...

They would tell of the past few mornings where her tears mixed with the water until there was no distinction...

They would tell, too, of her strength...and how she knew it would end this way again-the fifth time-and how this time would be the last time...

Because she just can't do this again.

A Chipmunk, Some Robins, and Me

We have been blessed of late with amazing weather here in Southwestern PA. Today it hit 75 degrees at a time when we normally would be shoveling snow and de-icing the cars. Instead, though, we have been enjoying crystal blue skies, giant fluffy clouds, and glorious sunsets.

I have been trying daily to enjoy the peacefulness of a beautiful day. All too often, I find it dark and realize that the entire day has been without sun or fresh air and it’s stifling to the soul. But tonight, I took advantage of a few minutes to enjoy my own little piece of heaven:

It’s might not look like much to many people, but I love how the sun is setting with such brilliance, shining the last of its intense rays on the houses we look upon. The light catching just the edges of our decorative pear trees, and too, in the shadows, our lovely weeping cherry just about to burst with her pink springiness.

Of course, never can I just sit. There are always papers to grade. Always.

But as I sat amidst nature’s quiet, I realized…nature’s not all that quiet…I had to get up to see what all the squawking and rustling was. (It was just a robin, but I seriously thought it was stuck somewhere and hurt!) And then every few minutes I would catch something flash by in the corner of my eye…

Can you see him there in the middle of the picture? Mr. Chipmunk, who worked tirelessly the entire time I was out there. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. When he headed to the wall, his cheeks were full of his evening finds. On the way to the shrubs, his cheeks were empty, ready for the bounty he would get. Often, he would stop and check me out, probably thinking, “Stupid human!” I’d move my feet and he’d dart to the safety of his wall. (Dear Mr. Chipmunk, please find a new home because in approximately two months, your home will be cemented in and Remodel Man will be laughing as he does it. He’s not a big fan of yours. He dislikes you almost as much as the deer who visit our yard, chew on our trees, rub their antlers on our too young shrubs, and leave us giant mounds of what looks like black jelly beans-but they’re not.)

Even in the midst of the noise of nature and the papers I have to grade, it was a lovely night, enjoying a few moments of peace and nature and my animal friends. And getting work done to boot!

It was almost as awesome as meeting Pioneer Woman, Marlboro Man, and three of their kids on Tuesday…but that story will have to wait for another day. 

Firsts

I finally have a friend who can fully relate to me...years and years of infertility heartache, a miracle baby, but only one. She has a son, just one, and only one child. It's nice to finally have someone who doesn't throw their many children in my face about how hard their lives are (what I wouldn't give!!!) or who doesn't understand why Builder Boy can't just "sit and color" when I need to do something. She understands what it's like to have one child, specifically a boy child. She understands that the mere nature of having an only includes spoiling not because you want to spoil, but because there's not one else who requires your attention. It's so refreshing! When we talked last Saturday morning and I relayed to her our Friday night adventures, she commented, "Well, of course you freaked out...this was a first, and as the parent of an only child, everything is a first."

She was commenting on our very first trip to the ER with Builder Boy. I feel blessed to say that in almost eight years, this truly was our first time. We've had our close calls, but nothing ever requiring an emergency trip. Builder Boy was in the after care program at school on Friday (and yes, if you know me, this added to my guilt immeasurably...you know, if mean mommy didn't have to work then mean mommy wouldn't have had to have him in after care and then this wouldn't have happened...) and when I went to pick him up, I noticed an aftercare worker rushing over to a child. In that split second, I thought, "Gosh I hope that's not my kid." Not even for one second did I think it was Builder Boy. Not even as I got out of the car and headed over to the sidewalk. Even when the kid started walking slowly, head hanging, blood pouring from his face did I think it was him. Because that day, of all days, he was in a different coat than usual and it took me a bit to realize that this kid, dripping with blood was mine.

"What happened?!" I screeched in the hysterical, high-pitched way I have when my kid is dripping blood. "Oh," said the dad watching the playground, "He fell." In retrospect, I should have slapped him across the face for his nonchalance. Oh, okay! Thanks for filling me in!

Turns out, Builder Boy was playing on the the playset, tripped, and landed on his face, full force. His bottom teeth went completely through his bottom lip, hence the obscene amounts of precious blood spilling from my baby boy. He was an absolute champ throughout it all! I got him to the bathroom to clean him up and he did not shed one tear, not even when I hugged him (which you know will do most kids in when they're trying to hold it together). He did take one look at his face and started hyperventilating, almost throwing up, but with some slow, cleansing breaths he calmed himself down. One look at his cleaned up mouth, which was still gushing blood, showed all teeth were presented and accounted for. The mothers at after care sprang into action, getting me a cup to rinse his mouth and a bag of ice to sooth it and work on the swelling. One looked at his mouth for me (again, I'm a novice at this) and pronounced the necessity for a check up. All this time he was holding it together while his adorable friends, even the older kids who didn't really know him well, hovered around him, making sure he was okay. He started to get teary, and so we made a beeline to the car.

We headed to the ER to see if stitches were needed. (They weren't.) On the way there, he sobbed his little heart out while I patted his leg from the driver's seat. Somehow, someway, I got him there and without shedding one tear myself. This is short of a miracle. Once we were there, as he was sitting on the hospital bed, I noticed the gaping wound on his jaw. I thought for sure I would pass out. I didn't, but he noticed my face turn ashen and asked if he was getting worse. I assured him that he was fine and he said, "but your face is funny." So much for that theater degree!

For a child who freaks out about every.little.thing, he always handles the big stuff well. At two, he went to visit his grandma after her hip replacement surgery and was not the least bit overwhelmed by her walker and immobility. At four years old, as he watched his grandfather having a stroke, he calmly asked me if his Pappap was dying. For the past three years, he has seen his mama have four surgeries and waited sweetly at home, preparing the couch with his pillows and stuffed animals. Now, his first ER trip and when asked how the pain was, he shrugged and said, "Not bad!" He cracked jokes with the nurse, challenged the doctor on how long it would take to heal, and asked for something to eat.

This was a tough first, but we did it. And while I'm sure many people can trump this visit with numerous ones of their own, I wish they would remember that this is my first. Every single time something new happens with my child, it's a first. I don't wish these types of experiences on anyone, but trust me when I tell you, I'd love to have this be no big deal because I have so many more kids.

Get Off the Phone

Certainly, there are some pretty strong opinions about cell phones and driving. I try to be very honest on my own blog so I'll tell you: I spend much of my hour commute home on the phone catching up with friends, making plans, calling my online students. I also will be honest and tell you that I don't have a hands-free device. I have wanted one, but I haven't made the trip to the store and picked one up. My car is far too old to have the fancy blue tooth built in. So I drive...with a phone in my hand, distracted. You may do the same, too. (Do you?) I'll ask of you now-please stop.

One week ago, my parents called to tell me there had been an accident. The car my sister had been a passenger in was hit head on by a man on his cell phone. He didn't even hit the brakes because he didn't even realize he had swerved across the center line and into oncoming traffic. Not one brake mark. The impact pushed the car back 200 feet. Up an embankment. Did I mention that there was a four month old baby in the back seat? No, uh well, there was. It was SUV against Honda. (Honda owners will delight in the fact that the Honda held it's own!)

Luckily and miraculously, the baby was unharmed. The driver of the car my sister was in was bruised and sore, but unharmed. My sister bore the brunt of the impact, breaking her leg and her sternum. Instantly, the choice to take that phone call changed my sister's life. In the blink of an eye, the next 3-6 months of her life and possibly forever were changed, altered, transformed. Instead of planning vacations, she is in a walker, just trying to get from bedroom to living room. Instead of starting with a new department at work, she is figuring out how to breathe through her pain, how to walk with both a broken leg and a broken sternum. She requires 24 hour care when she used to live independently.

All because a man chose to take a phone call. Please think about this the next time you are driving. Remember that no phone call is that important to jeopardize the well-being of your life or others. Buy a hands-free device and use it. Or, like one of the nurses at the hospital who constantly sees the trauma caused by cell phone distractions does, lock the phone in the trunk. Please.

A Quiet Morning

It is very rare that I get to enjoy a quiet morning alone with a cup of coffee and just be. Today is one of those days...mind you, I have already gotten Builder Boy off to school complete with sleeping through the first alarm, construction that made the 5 minutes drive almost 15 minutes, or the hour of work I've already done, so this wasn't exactly a roll out of bed and enjoy the quiet kind of day. Nonetheless, after all the morning craziness, I grabbed my cup of coffee and here I am.

Just being.

Just thinking.

Just enjoying the cat purring on the couch behind me

...the wind rattling these 130 year old windows

...the cars rolling by on the street outside

...the sound of the furnace kicking on to warm the house.

The day ahead holds a few smaller projects that will finally be checked of my list after too long, a mountain of exams to finish grading, some lessons to be planned, a dinner to be cooked, and some laundry to fold, but for the now, they are just the future. And for once, I am just enjoying the now.

Have a good day, everyone!