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IT HAS BEEN FORETOLD
1 day ago
Sunday, March 29, 2009
March 29th, 2005
I was in labor. A hard, painful labor only because I felt the entire contraction in the joint of my hip like a charlie horse from hell. I went into labor naturally and went through 24 hours, got all the way to pushing but then he flipped and was being pushed upside down and to the left INTO my pelvis so I had an emergency c-section.
Today, 4 years ago I held Mack for the first time. It had been a hard, emotional pregnancy, a difficult labor and I was overwhelmed with a feeling of failure when I had another c-section. But when I held him in my arms, it didn't seem to matter anymore. I started to fall in love with him and decided right then and there I wanted to do that again :) (minus surgery)
Mack cried all the time that he wasn't on me, nursing, or being touched. He was a grumpy, hard to please child. As soon as his cord came off, he developed a giant umbilical hernia that took a year to heal. He's speech was very delayed and he threw tantrums and fits when he couldn't make himself understood. He was loud and loved to throw or tumble things over.
He was so opposite of my gentle, quiet, loving, orderly, early-to-do-everything Mick that I thought I was going to lose my mind for the first two years. Little by little, Mack has made me a better mom, a better person. He started talking at the age of two and as his vocabulary grew, his temper diminished. The fits stopped. He started getting cuddly and loving sometimes instead of restless and grumpy.
Today, he's reading at a k/1st grade level, he has quite a grasp of the English language, he loves hugs and cuddles and meeting new people. His first reaction in any situation is still a gut level emotional response... his default answer is still "no". But I wouldn't change having him in my life for anything in the world. He's the stone that refines me and he's one of the most honest, genuine, beautiful personalities I've ever known.
Mack, if you ever read this, I want you to know you bring laughter, love, joy, and innocence to my life. I love you and I will always be proud you are my son.
Today, 4 years ago I held Mack for the first time. It had been a hard, emotional pregnancy, a difficult labor and I was overwhelmed with a feeling of failure when I had another c-section. But when I held him in my arms, it didn't seem to matter anymore. I started to fall in love with him and decided right then and there I wanted to do that again :) (minus surgery)
Mack cried all the time that he wasn't on me, nursing, or being touched. He was a grumpy, hard to please child. As soon as his cord came off, he developed a giant umbilical hernia that took a year to heal. He's speech was very delayed and he threw tantrums and fits when he couldn't make himself understood. He was loud and loved to throw or tumble things over.
He was so opposite of my gentle, quiet, loving, orderly, early-to-do-everything Mick that I thought I was going to lose my mind for the first two years. Little by little, Mack has made me a better mom, a better person. He started talking at the age of two and as his vocabulary grew, his temper diminished. The fits stopped. He started getting cuddly and loving sometimes instead of restless and grumpy.
Today, he's reading at a k/1st grade level, he has quite a grasp of the English language, he loves hugs and cuddles and meeting new people. His first reaction in any situation is still a gut level emotional response... his default answer is still "no". But I wouldn't change having him in my life for anything in the world. He's the stone that refines me and he's one of the most honest, genuine, beautiful personalities I've ever known.
Mack, if you ever read this, I want you to know you bring laughter, love, joy, and innocence to my life. I love you and I will always be proud you are my son.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
We got news, FINALLY
Our real estate agent called our mortgage broker and found out that we will absolutely get in before the 15th. She called us to ask permission to fax something to us to sign... the last extension. YES! We'll be done soon, over with, thank goodness.
This weekend we're helping Mike's parents move to their new place and taking in the dog, Goldie, who will be our newest adoption. I called my mom, my dad, and my little sister last night and in a couple of minutes I need to call my grandmother. I'm so happy, I can't wait to just move and BE there. I had a dream last night that was, quite simply, me walking through the house. It was already decorated and our furniture was in place and I was so happy I was practically giggling. Lame thing to dream over, but I woke with a smile.
This weekend we're helping Mike's parents move to their new place and taking in the dog, Goldie, who will be our newest adoption. I called my mom, my dad, and my little sister last night and in a couple of minutes I need to call my grandmother. I'm so happy, I can't wait to just move and BE there. I had a dream last night that was, quite simply, me walking through the house. It was already decorated and our furniture was in place and I was so happy I was practically giggling. Lame thing to dream over, but I woke with a smile.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
A few days later...
The sun came out long enough to melt most of the snow, but a couple of days seemed to be all the poor sun could handle before the chill started to come back. We all took as much advantage of it as we could while it was here!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Want to see what the middle of March looks like at my house?
We were supposed to be moving today, March 15th was our original move in date.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I've been busy
OK, so partially busy, partially sick. Things have been badly timed this month and I got sick the day of Mack's surgery and my body pretty much shut down in response. I couldn't stay awake, I was sleeping 12-14 hours at a time, no matter what I tried.
This morning I woke after 5 hours sleep so I am assuming I'm finally better. THANK GOODNESS!! I couldn't take waking up at some horrible hour again.
The house is better than it was because during my indisposition, Mike took care of the kitchen. Thank you Mike! I love it when you do stuff like that.
Mack is doing much better. He is allowing us to brush his teeth without flinching or crying anymore, the stitches are either all pulled out or dissolved and the sensitive gums where the teeth were extracted seem to be smoothing out and less tender to him. Of course, there are times he bites a food wrong and jabs himself, but for the most part he's learned to eat with missing front teeth.
We finally got the call we were waiting for, the final firm date for our move-in. Well.... Good news is that we are moving in. We get the house (I was worried about a last minute problem making it impossible after all) HOWEVER- the delay has jumped from 14 or 18 days to 35. You heard me, Thirty five day delay.
We get to move in on the 14th of April. Sigh. I'm disappointed, I was expecting to move in on the 15th of this month. Still thrilled we get the house at all!!!
This morning I woke after 5 hours sleep so I am assuming I'm finally better. THANK GOODNESS!! I couldn't take waking up at some horrible hour again.
The house is better than it was because during my indisposition, Mike took care of the kitchen. Thank you Mike! I love it when you do stuff like that.
Mack is doing much better. He is allowing us to brush his teeth without flinching or crying anymore, the stitches are either all pulled out or dissolved and the sensitive gums where the teeth were extracted seem to be smoothing out and less tender to him. Of course, there are times he bites a food wrong and jabs himself, but for the most part he's learned to eat with missing front teeth.
We finally got the call we were waiting for, the final firm date for our move-in. Well.... Good news is that we are moving in. We get the house (I was worried about a last minute problem making it impossible after all) HOWEVER- the delay has jumped from 14 or 18 days to 35. You heard me, Thirty five day delay.
We get to move in on the 14th of April. Sigh. I'm disappointed, I was expecting to move in on the 15th of this month. Still thrilled we get the house at all!!!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Mack is back
We woke up at 6 am on Friday to get the kids ready to go. Mike's mom met us at the surgery center to take Mick and Mase for the day so we could give Mack our full attention - Thank you Donna!
We checked him in at 7:45 (little late, but that's what 30 miles of snow and ice will get ya)and they got him settled on a bed with the aid of a box full of stickers. He was told he could have as many as he wanted, so he stopped choosing carefully and simply covered his shirt and pants liberally. He ended up looked like a TGI Friday's employee.
He was expertly handled, distracted with stickers to get him in the room and out of his shirt and into a snap on surgery shirt. He was given a blown- up glove and a felt tip pen in return for letting them get the finger tip pulse monitor and blood pressure cuff on him. While he was drawing, they gave him a cup of "cocktail" and his letters got bigger and sloppier til pretty soon he was so relaxed he was falling off the bed. Then was when the nurse picked him up and let him give Daddy and Mommy hugs goodbye. Mike told him to tell Dr. Rex (dentist, not in the room) hi for us. So Mack waved over the nurses shoulder and yelled " Hi Dr. REX!"
The wait was difficult to say the least. I tried getting online but found myself uninterested. I tried crochet, but I do it so often I can literally stop looking at it and that gave my brain free time to imagine exactly what was going on. I tried to make conversation, but it came in fits and starts and neither of us felt like keeping it up. Three cups of coffee and lots of fidgeting and staring into space later, the dentist came out and explained that things hadn't been exactly as planned. It was supposed to be 12 fillings, 8 crowns, 4 extractions and 3 root canals. The 4 upper middle teeth had stronger roots than expected and needed stitches to keep the blood from choking him while under the influence of the drugs, the fillings didn't happen because the decay was around the gumline and over the SURFACE of the teeth - which made it too weak to hold a filling, but also preserved the nerves and prevented the need for root canals after all. Two more weeks and the score might have been very different.
Instead, every single tooth in his head has a crown. The only tooth colored crowns that fit his baby teeth were the canines, so he has 4 big, sharp, white eye teeth and bright silver everywhere else.
He has developed an adorable lisp as a result. I giggled when his stickers were peeling from his clothing because he asked me " Mommy can you uthe thticky tape to tape my thtickers on my thirt pleathe?" and " can you thlithe me a pieth of theethe, pleathe?"
I didn't cry. Not once. I wanted to and I nearly did, but I managed to keep it together somehow. I'm glad that his teeth won't hurt him anymore, I'm glad they won't break and crumble.
But my heart breaks every time he smiles.
We checked him in at 7:45 (little late, but that's what 30 miles of snow and ice will get ya)and they got him settled on a bed with the aid of a box full of stickers. He was told he could have as many as he wanted, so he stopped choosing carefully and simply covered his shirt and pants liberally. He ended up looked like a TGI Friday's employee.
He was expertly handled, distracted with stickers to get him in the room and out of his shirt and into a snap on surgery shirt. He was given a blown- up glove and a felt tip pen in return for letting them get the finger tip pulse monitor and blood pressure cuff on him. While he was drawing, they gave him a cup of "cocktail" and his letters got bigger and sloppier til pretty soon he was so relaxed he was falling off the bed. Then was when the nurse picked him up and let him give Daddy and Mommy hugs goodbye. Mike told him to tell Dr. Rex (dentist, not in the room) hi for us. So Mack waved over the nurses shoulder and yelled " Hi Dr. REX!"
The wait was difficult to say the least. I tried getting online but found myself uninterested. I tried crochet, but I do it so often I can literally stop looking at it and that gave my brain free time to imagine exactly what was going on. I tried to make conversation, but it came in fits and starts and neither of us felt like keeping it up. Three cups of coffee and lots of fidgeting and staring into space later, the dentist came out and explained that things hadn't been exactly as planned. It was supposed to be 12 fillings, 8 crowns, 4 extractions and 3 root canals. The 4 upper middle teeth had stronger roots than expected and needed stitches to keep the blood from choking him while under the influence of the drugs, the fillings didn't happen because the decay was around the gumline and over the SURFACE of the teeth - which made it too weak to hold a filling, but also preserved the nerves and prevented the need for root canals after all. Two more weeks and the score might have been very different.
Instead, every single tooth in his head has a crown. The only tooth colored crowns that fit his baby teeth were the canines, so he has 4 big, sharp, white eye teeth and bright silver everywhere else.
He has developed an adorable lisp as a result. I giggled when his stickers were peeling from his clothing because he asked me " Mommy can you uthe thticky tape to tape my thtickers on my thirt pleathe?" and " can you thlithe me a pieth of theethe, pleathe?"
I didn't cry. Not once. I wanted to and I nearly did, but I managed to keep it together somehow. I'm glad that his teeth won't hurt him anymore, I'm glad they won't break and crumble.
But my heart breaks every time he smiles.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Good Luck to me
however, I tire easily these days. To accommodate Mike's work schedule, my kid-watching schedule, and the fact that we are going to either work so much we wear ourselves out OR succumb to the temptations of procrastination, I've worked up a simple plan that allows an in-depth cleaning and organizing of the room at a leisurely pace.
I'm assigning each room it's own day(s) during which my attention will be devoted solely to cleaning from floor to ceiling, organizing, and sorting into Keep, Toss, or Donate (based on a tv show to help people unclutter... and boy do I need that help. It was actually Keep Toss and Sell, but we don't have the time energy or inclination to sell. Instead it's being donated to a local thrift store)
Here is the simple plan so far;
Monday and Tuesday - living room
Wednesday and Thursday - kitchen
Friday - Mack's oral surgery.
Saturday - bathrooms
Sunday - boy's bedroom.
Monday and Tuesday - master bedroom.
Wednesday - weeding, trimming, picking up toys, general yard cleanup.
Thursday - all minor repairs including bathtub calking, lightbulbs, fixing hinges.. yadda yadda yadda
Friday through Sunday - GARAGE. Lots of sorting and tossing to do there, but most of it is in boxes that can easily be moved to the new house without being sorted first if necessary.
This takes us to the 15th, the original move in date. Since the 15th is a Sunday and we are told we aren't likely to get the keys til a full business day after the paperwork is finalized, we actually expected the 17th to be the big day. That was til we were told there was a 14 day delay.. then it became and 18 day delay.
Just in case there is a miracle and we are actually moving the week of the 15th, I want us to be ready.
I'm assigning each room it's own day(s) during which my attention will be devoted solely to cleaning from floor to ceiling, organizing, and sorting into Keep, Toss, or Donate (based on a tv show to help people unclutter... and boy do I need that help. It was actually Keep Toss and Sell, but we don't have the time energy or inclination to sell. Instead it's being donated to a local thrift store)
Here is the simple plan so far;
Monday and Tuesday - living room
Wednesday and Thursday - kitchen
Friday - Mack's oral surgery.
Saturday - bathrooms
Sunday - boy's bedroom.
Monday and Tuesday - master bedroom.
Wednesday - weeding, trimming, picking up toys, general yard cleanup.
Thursday - all minor repairs including bathtub calking, lightbulbs, fixing hinges.. yadda yadda yadda
Friday through Sunday - GARAGE. Lots of sorting and tossing to do there, but most of it is in boxes that can easily be moved to the new house without being sorted first if necessary.
This takes us to the 15th, the original move in date. Since the 15th is a Sunday and we are told we aren't likely to get the keys til a full business day after the paperwork is finalized, we actually expected the 17th to be the big day. That was til we were told there was a 14 day delay.. then it became and 18 day delay.
Just in case there is a miracle and we are actually moving the week of the 15th, I want us to be ready.
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