I'm here, writing a blog. Everyone else is doing it. A close friend of mine recently started her own blog, and after listening to her talk about how much fun she has with it, I figured, it HAS to be more fun than scrubbing my floors. (which is what I should be doing)
Were to start?
I met my husband Josh 5 1/2 years ago through my brother. Actually, I met him when I was in 3rd grade. He lived behind me in the same neighborhood. He swears to this day that I stopped him on his bike and asked him his last name. I then put my first name with his last name and told him it sounded nice, and rode off into the sunset on my bike. I normally would say this was a smooth line, but he has the best memory I have ever seen. Back to 5 1/2 years ago. I was dating a guy who I knew I couldn't see myself with long term. He was one of those really good guys that no one wanted to hurt by saying they weren't happy with him. Josh and my brother were always together, and before long, I started chatting with him on the phone. (No, it's not what you think. We talked about wrestling, movies, and music.) Weeks after, I finally got up the courage to break things off with my then boyfriend. I think I knew right away that Josh was "the one" for me. In past relationship, something always felt forced. With Josh, everything was so natural. I couldn't find anything I didn't like about him. He was there for me during one of the hardest times in my life. I was at the end of my Lupron injections. For those who are unfamiliar with this drug, it's awful! I have severe endrometrosis, and doctors thought putting my body through pre-menopause would help my constant pain. It did help, but it made me twice as mean as I was before. Once I realized Josh wasn't leaving while I was the devil, I knew I had a keeper. We were married on December 10, 2005 after 5 months of dating.
And so the story of Zachary begins...
When I was 14, I was told because of my endrometrosis, carrying a child would be difficult, if not impossible. While I ovulated fine, my uterus was too weak to carry a child full term. At 14, this was devastating. As I got older, and more medicine for my situation become available, I had high hopes that something could be done. After many many specialists, I found Dr. Bailey. He was my hero. He never once told me I couldn't have children, like past doctors had done. He did say it would be difficult, but not impossible. He would talk to me on the phone during many of my hot flashes at work. (Yes, I called him during almost every one) I would be outside in the freezing cold, stripping off clothes without a care. I was hot. And I don't like to be hot. I would cuss at him and call him names, and he calmly reminded me of the reasons behind the shots. I am very thankful for him. I came off my Lupron injections in Aug. Within a month, I knew the endrometrosis was back to it's old tricks. I was in pain again. I went back to Dr. Bailey, and we talked about a hysterectomy. I couldn't deal with the pain anymore. I was ready for it.
Before I could have the hysterectomy, I conceived Zachary. I found out at 5:00 in the morning. I froze. I woke Josh up, and still in shock, told him I was pregnant. Josh, being Josh, only responded "I told you so." and went back to sleep. HOW CAN YOU SLEEP RIGHT NOW? Did he not hear me correctly? I was more awake than I had ever been in my life. All the visions of talking to doctor's who said I wouldn't be able to carry a child full term were rushing through my head like lightening.I had so much happiness at that moment but, it was followed by fear. I prayed for God to let me keep this child, carry him full term and experience being a mother. That's all I ever wanted. To be a mother. I couldn't fathom God giving me this taste of motherhood only to take it away from me before I could meet him or her. I prayed everyday of my pregnancy with Zachary.
And on a beautiful day in June, after 17 1/2 hours of labor, and an epidural that was no loner working,, and a shoulder dystocia, Zachary was born. 8 pounds 7 ounces, a 100% perfect. He has been a joy to my life in more ways than I could ever imagine. He is a spitting imagine of his daddy. He is a feisty little firecracker. With a memory like his daddy, he reminds me of everything. He loves video games, being outside, wrestling, swimming, action hero's, and his baby brother Brennon.
Zachary was 6 months old when I found out I was pregnant with Brennon. (For those people who are Mathematically inclined, they are 14 months apart) It was a bit of a shock. I was scared. I still had my sanity with 1 child, but I knew with 2, it wouldn't last long. My pregnancy with Brennon was a pretty smooth one. He loved his rib cage, and would take his tiny toes and perfectly placed them between each rib cage, so that breathing was made very difficult and quite painful. My pregnancy with him seemed to fly by. On a beautiful day in Sept, Brennon made his arrival. He was born about as graceful as his older brother. I was in labor for 16 hours when at midnight, they made the decision to do an emergency c-section due to a constant dip in his heart rate. We found out after the c-section that the cord was wrapped around his neck twice. He too was perfect. He reminded me of my Papa. He looked so much like him! Of course, now he looks like his older brother. I still see some of me in him. Or at least, I like to think so. :) He makes some of the funniest faces. He can go from serious to laughing in a matter of seconds.I predict Brennon will be some sort of stand up comedian when he's older. Brennon loves yo gabba gabba, cars, pretend anything, and his baby brother Tripp.
Tripp was a total shock. I think even more than Brennon's pregnancy. Brennon was a year and a half old, and I guess I had become used to not being pregnant. I was sick every night about the same time. Because it wasn't in the morning, I had no idea it could be morning sickness. After a couple of weeks of throwing up at 9:00pm every night, I had Josh run out and pick up a test. Immediately it came up positive. I was so sad. Not because I wasn't happy about the pregnancy, but because I knew my sister who had been trying to get pregnant with no success would not understand why I was having ANOTHER ONE. See, my sister has become my best friend. I cried, not because of the pregnancy, but because I was afraid of hurting her with the news. She was the first person I told. And like the big sister she is, she told me she was happy for me, even though I knew it broke her heart. I know she wasn't mad at me for having another one, but deep down, I knew that feeling that she had. (Remember, I was told I couldn't have kids at one time to. I know the feeling you get when you hear a friend or family member is pregnant. You go back to all the times that you were told you couldn't have kids, or saw only 1 line on the pregnancy test. No fun.) I started to go into pre-term labor due to stress at work around 30 weeks. The medicine I was put on to stop the contractions worked, and the rest of the pregnancy was a breeze. In fact, it was such an easy pregnancy, I worked up until 3 hours of being admitted into the hospital. Almost 13 hours later, Tripp was born. It was an icky day outside. Rainy, and cold. But, he was a breath of sunshine in that hospital. Tripp was a VBAC. (Vaginal Delivery after C-Section) Most doctor wont do them anymore. But my wonderful Dr. Bailey, was 100% with me on my desire to have one. I never want another c-section. My VBAC was perfect. No complications, and this time, my epidural worked! Tripp is my little monkey, who loves to climb on everything. His favorite possession? His moo-moo's. (13+ month nursing champ) Tripp also loves his baby sister.... no just kidding. That's all the kiddo's. So far.
I didn't intend for this blog to be so long, and I apologize if you fell asleep during it. I wish I could promise clever blogs that keep you entertained all day, but I'm afraid I'm not that clever of a writer. Perhaps tomorrow I can find something interesting to blog about... with 3 boys it shouldn't be that hard... right?