Having three kids out all day by myself takes a lot out of you! Well I guess for half the day I just had "Mr. Shy" and "Mr. Chubby" and added "Mr. Outgoing" in at about 3 when we picked him up from school. But man am I TIRED!
We took "Mr. Outgoing" to school at 8 and then back home for baths/showers for everyone and I had to get ready which is no fun with a baby! Anyway, we needed to leave the house at about 1030 to make it to "Mr. Chubby's" 4 month well check up by 11. But when you have two kids to bathe plus yourself and get ready in that time frame, even I could be late AND THAT IS SAYING A LOT! I am never late to anything and when I am I feel like the world must be coming to an end, I HATE THAT FEELING! I need to feed "Mr. Chubby" before leaving because he needed to be fed and so I would not have to deal with that at the doctor's office but there was no time. As I was trying to get the diaper bag ready and get out the door, I first put "Mr. Chubby" in his car seat and made a bottle and had "Mr. Shy" feed him as I was constantly running back to make sure all was ok. Most of the bottle was gone when we had to leave, I brought the rest with us to feed him as soon as I could. We pulled out of the drive at 1040, 10 MINUTES LATE...I AM JUST SICK! We head to our destination and wouldn't you know, ROAD CONSTRUCTION...we were going to be late for sure. But I thought to myself, if they something to me I will have to say something back...I am always like 30 minutes early, which by the way is good for them (they tell me this all the time) and most the time will get us in early when we are there. So if they say something about me being late for like the first time ever then I would just be really mad...not that they make note of the people that are always there on time much less the early birds, but anyway, you get my point.
We get to the doctor's office right on time. They call us back, the room is a furnace as usual, I AM BURNING UP! I go through the usual questions with the nurse and totally undress "Mr. Chubby" to go weigh him. HE IS 4 MONTHS OLD AND WEIGHS 17 POUNDS! "Mr. Shy" weighed 17 pounds at 4 months old too and "Mr. Outgoing" weighed 19 pounds...NO I DO NOT HAVE SMALL BOYS PERIOD! Everything else with MC is great...that is until the SHOTS began! He received 3 immunizations, the first one was oral, this was the one he cried the most with! MC has a problem with faces he does not know or maybe it is the voices, I am not sure which, but it is one or the other. The nurse is right in his face giving him this to make sure he is getting it all and not spitting any of it out and MC is having a fit! She is talking to him at the same time, so I am not sure if it is the face or the voice he is not liking but it is one of them. He is done with that and we are moving on with what I would think would be the worst...THE SHOTS! There were two shots to be given, he cried but not like he did with the oral med and as soon as I picked him up he was fine. I dressed him and was putting him back in his car seat and when I put the handle up it made a loud snapping noise, MC was throwing a fit because he hates being put back in his car seat and when MS heard the loud snapping noise, he said mommy, why did you spank him, he just got shots. I said WHAT!?!? MS said just give him his paci and he will be ok. I said I DID NOT SPANK HIM, LIKE YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A SPANKING IS...not that he shouldn't! Anyway, as soon as he was snug back in his seat and had his paci and blanky (Nikki, it is one of the replacement blankets you made me for "MR. OUTGOING" but had no name on it that I am using with him and he LOVES IT!) he was fast asleep!
We are on the road to meet my mom, aunt and uncle for lunch at chili's. It was a great lunch, the soup, salad and a few chips and hot sauce was GREAT! MC slept the whole time!
After lunch MS, MC and I venture to Target, I do not do this too often! But since we were already out and about I thought WHY NOT. MC was awake now and hungry! I fixed him a bottle and fed him, he was great! I got MO's valentines for school, a little gift for his teacher and a few other items and $200 later, we are done! Of course that $200 included diapers, formula, wine...that's probably half of it right there! On our way out MS informs me he needs to potty, not sure he really needs to or just had noticed the bathrooms on our way out. I asked MS, do you need to pee or poop (he pretty much always poops when he goes potty, I know...weird, but he does). He said he just had to pee and wanted to go into the men's restroom. I said ok but you CAN NOT go in there and poop! (I know this may be too much info but I still wipe him, he will not wipe himself, he will sit there until I come do it) So he goes into the restroom and as he is going in there I am reminding him ONLY PEE! As he is going in there an old man that works there is coming out and hears me and asks me, will he be ok or does he need help. It was really nice of him to ask BUT LIKE I WOULD ASK SOMEONE TO HELP HIM! So I am standing there and I hear MS calling me, I said what, he said I have to poop! I told him to come out then! He said lets go into the girls bathroom! I couldn't I had a basket full of groceries and MC! I said just come on, we will potty at home! We were not going home but I also knew he did not really have to potty, pee or poop!
From Target we went to pick MO up from school. We were EARLY as usual, so I took MC out of his car seat and changed him and let him have a little breather. MO got into the car and we were off again!
I told my previous place of employment that I would bring the boys up for a visit when MC was about 2 mo old, well he is now 4 mo and we still had not been for a visit. I call a friend that I use to work with to tell her we are coming and she meets us outside and helps me get everyone inside. The visit was great! MO and MS are both quite (believe it or not) until they warm up...being quite is the norm for MS but not for MO and once MO is warmed up then you are in trouble and MS tends to just follow in his footsteps! I tell daddy all the time how I really do not like going places in public with MO by myself because he will talk to anyone and everyone, which is great and all, but I DO NOT DO THAT AND I REALLY HATE TALKING TO PEOPLE I KNOW MUCH LESS PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW, I know weird but that's ME! But when your 6 year old strikes up a conversation with someone MY AGE its kind of hard not to HAVE to talk too! Bottom line, both boys warm up and are wrestling each other on the ground at a place of employment! At home OK, but NOT AT AN OFFICE! MC was good for the most part but again, he had a problem with the whole face/voice thing that he did not know.
We are all finally back in the car and headed for home! I forgot that I told MO that I would swing by Chick-fil-a on the way to get him dinner since he did not get to go to Chili's (his fave rest) with us at lunch. I usually do not tell him what we do when he is at school but now MS knows what really gets to MO and now uses such to his advantage which is NOT TO MINE!
On the way home we go by NanNan's work and I needed to give her some stuff so we stopped. We usually do not go in, she comes out and gets whatever and that is the end of it. Well, MO and MS both need to potty and I really needed to change/feed MC so we ALL go in.
An hour later we are back in the car headed home. I totally forgot about the chick-fil-a thing and headed straight home...MO reminds me when we are about 5 minutes from the casa. I tried to talk him out of it but he was not having it. I head down 407 in rush hour traffic and finally arrive at chick-fil-a and guess who is asleep?!?! I realize daddy should be getting home soon so I call to see if he wants dinner. Luckily he does so I guess the trip is not a waste. I order for daddy and MO, MS did not want anything from there. I get our order and head home in total silence...it was great! MO wakes to the smell of his dinner and asks, DID YOU GET ME 12?!?! I said 12 what??? He said chicken nuggets! I have NEVER gotten him 12 chicken nuggets. He gets the kids meal with the most nuggets which is 6 and is always happy with that! But he informs me that I should have known how hungry he was and I told him he should have told me he wanted 12 and he says you were on the phone and he got tired of waiting for me to get off so he fell asleep. Keep in mind that me being on the phone or even having a conversation with someone sitting right in front of me has never stopped him from telling me something when he wanted to! Meanwhile, as I am telling him he will be happy with what I got or he will starve MS wakes up throwing a fit cause I did not get him what MO had. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!? MS does not eat chick-fil-a and was awake when he knew we were going there and told me what I already knew, that he did not want anything! So we are almost home and sonic is up ahead which is MS's fave! So I pull in get him chicken strips and MO asks for more chicken too...I AM ABOUT TO MY WITS END!
We are finally home, 8 hours after leaving, and I am hoping to pull in and see daddy's car...NOPE! I unload the kids and groceries and trash and whatever else accumulated in the car today...daddy finally pulls up!
I put everything up, made everyone eat and finally sat down to read some blogs and blog myself! A few glasses of wine later...and I am thinking, I have probably drank more calories than I have eaten today! HOW STUPID FOR THINGS YOU DRINK TO HAVE AS MUCH IF NOT MORE CALORIES THAN THINGS YOU EAT!
I AM GLAD IT IS FRIDAY!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
My littlest man is 4 months old today! I cant believe it. I know people say all the time that time flies and babies don't stay babies very long but it is so true! Babies change so much too just from week to week and month to month.
This day 4 months ago about this time I was not feeling well. I woke up the morning I had him just not feeling great but at first it did not make me think that it was the day he would be born. I just figured I was feeling the way I was cause that's just how you feel when you are about to have a baby in a week or so.
The weekend prior to this day we were at "Mr. Outgoing's" football game and my husband's mom (maw maw) came. Her and I were talking about when we thought "Mr. Chubby" would come. I told her maybe it will be Monday, I had my first two boys on Mondays. She said I would love for you to have it on Monday, Monday would be September 29Th which was maw maw's dad's birthday who has passed away. I did not know this. I told her well it could certainly happen! And from that point on I had in my head that he would probably come Monday or I hoped he would anyway.
OK, back to the morning I woke 4 months ago. We took "Mr. Outgoing" to school as we always did and came back to the house. At some point we laid down to take a nap, me and "Mr. Shy", and the whole time I was laying down I was not feeling good and I think now was probably having contractions, which was why I was feeling so bad. But nothing was too bad or consistent so I still didn't really think at that point that this was the day. We picked "Mr. Outgoing" up from school and I was still not feeling good. This whole day I have not told anyone how I was feeling. I am weird like that. I knew they would say you better get to the hospital and with all my boys I was afraid of getting to the hospital and them sending me home, WHY, I am not sure, again, I am weird like that.
"Mr. Outgoing" had a soccer game this day 4 months ago. The boys and I met my mom and daddy at the game. At this point I was really not feeling good. One of the other moms told me that I did not look well, I told her I did not feel great either. When we were walking back to our cars after the game I told my mom that I was not feeling good and that I think I had been having contractions all day. She said do you want to go to the hospital now? I said NO, I cant, I need to get home and make sure the boys are OK before we leave and pack "Mr. Outgoing's" lunch and take a shower. My mom said you better get to the hospital! I told her I will but I had to go home first. All the way home I was having contractions worse than they had been all day but to me that still were not real consistent. I called my sister on the way home and told her that "Mr. Chubby" would probably be coming soon. She also told me, you better get to the hospital. See, with "Mr. Shy" I was almost too late getting to the hospital for the same reason I was not going now. I was dilated to like an 8 or something with "Mr. Shy" by the time we had arrived at the hospital and I was almost not able to get my epidural cause my contractions were so bad and I could not be still for them to give it to me. My mom and sister kept reminding me of this, but I kept telling them that I would be fine. I then called my husband and told him that "Mr. Chubby" was probably on his way and that when we get home we needed to make sure the boys were OK and I needed to pack "Mr. Outgoing's lunch" (you know cause no one else could do it as good as I did) and I wanted to take a shower and then make sure the boys would be OK before we left.
I knew it was September 29Th, maw maw's dad's birthday, but because it was so late in the evening I figured there was no way "Mr. Chubby" would be born on his birthday. LITTLE DID I KNOW!
Once we got home and I was trying to do all this stuff that could have easily been done by my mom, my contractions were getting worse and now they were consistent and closer together. I would double over each time I had one and then keep getting stuff done when it was over. I finally got everything done and had just got out of the shower and was feeling so bad, I told my husband that I needed to lay down...WHAT WAS I THINKING!?!? I laid there for not even a couple of minutes before I told my husband that we had to go and at that point I was crying because I was in pain AND because I knew we were not going to make it to the hospital in time...I knew we would not make it there in time for my epidural but at this point I was not sure we would make it there in time to have him! I was crying because of the pain and knowing it was only going to get worse and nothing was going to help that...I was crying cause I knew I had messed up and now I might have "Mr. Chubby" in the car on the way to the hospital. It was just awful! I was mad at myself and the rest of the world...daddy could not drive fast enough and then I would yell at him for driving too fast!
We finally arrived at the hospital and they put me in a wheel chair and some guy took me while Josh went back to park the car and get our stuff. The guy that took me was asking me all these questions that I could barely answer and making jokes about stuff and I was dieing! He asked me did I want to wait for my husband to go up and I said NO. We were finally in the room and the nurse told me to go get undressed and pee in a cup. I am pretty much in tears and went to get undressed and attempted to sit and pee in a cup but that was not happening...I think I thought "Mr. Chubby" would come out into the cup instead! I told daddy to tell the nurse that I could not pee in the cup and she said that was fine. I came out and got into the bed and the nurse started in on all these stupid questions that they always ask...I could not answer her, she just stood there looking at me like would you get over it already and just answer my questions. I finally told her that we did not have time for this...I said I need my epidural before it was too late. She assured me that I would get it. I said you don't understand, something is happening down there and I think you should check me before we go any further with anything else. So another nurse comes in and the nurse I was just talking to told her I was worried about not getting my epidural and that she was going to check me to see where I was and that everything would be fine. One nurse went out and the other checked me. As soon as the nurse checked to see what I was dilated too she instantly RAN out of the room, she said nothing to us...I looked at my husband and just started crying, I said I am not getting the epidural. He said yes you will. I kept telling him I knew I would not get my epidural and I did not know how I was going to do this without one. The other nurse walks back in and says that the other nurse (that had just ran from the room) wanted her to recheck me to make sure where I was at. She checks me and tells me that I am at a 10 and it was too late for an epidural. That is pretty much when the screaming and crying began and it did not stop until "Mr. Chubby" was born.
Of course they wanted me not to push which was pretty much impossible not to do. My doc was on her way but they were afraid I was going to have this baby before she got there. They made me turn on my side which made everything so much worse. One nurse was in my face the whole time telling me to calm down, I had my eyes closed the whole time and was out of my mind in pain. I was trying to listen and do what they wanted me to but I couldn't, I was in my own little PAINFUL world. I did not know where my husband was at this point, I mean I know he was in the room but I did not know where. I kept thinking to myself that this was something I had to do and nothing was going to get me out of this, I had to have this baby but I didn't want to! The nurses kept telling me that I had to calm down cause me getting so worked up was not good for the baby. So then I started thinking because I was so stupid not only was I going through this pain but I was now going to harm my unborn child because of it. Meanwhile my water broke and this really made the nurses nervous. I heard them say this baby is going to come any minute now. At one point I opened my eyes and saw about 20 people staring at me. I quickly closed my eyes back!
Finally my doctor ran into the room in her workout attire and quickly prepared to deliver a baby. They finally let me turn back onto my back. I still was thinking how am I actually going to have this BABY with no epidural. I know so far what I had been through was painful but I knew it was still no baby actually coming out! When my doctor finally said I could push I just thought to myself just push one or two times and it would all be over with. That's what I did and out came "Mr. Chubby"...ALL ALMOST 9 POUNDS OF HIM! But it was all over, I was no longer in the pain I had been in...I actually felt GREAT compared to how I had been feeling! Oh and by the way, from the time we arrived at the hospital to "Mr. Chubby" being born was a total of like 20 minutes! But it seemed like it had been HOURS!
Now that the baby was born, we had to go back and do all the stuff we were suppose to do before he was born...you know, answering stupid questions and signing tons of stuff. Meanwhile I found out all the other people in my room was EVERYONE that was working that night in labor and delivery plus nicu staff plus the ER doc in case he had to deliver my baby. I thought to myself, there was a doctor in my room the whole time that could have delivered him and they were making me wait! For that matter my husband could have caught him! The nicu doc was in there to make sure "Mr. Chubby" was OK after going through so much trauma and stress. Luckily "Mr. Chubby" was just fine! I finally saw my husband and my sister was in there too. I told them that I am sure glad this was our third or I am not sure we would have THREE! That was the worse pain I had ever been through in my life and I hope the worse pain I will ever go through!
And by the way, "Mr. Chubby" shares a birthday with his great-grandfather that he never knew.
Whew! I feel like I was just in labor all over again!
The pics above are of "Mr. Chubby" in his first month and then some of him now at 4 months. SEE, he did grow into that nose! It seems the chubbier he gets the smaller his nose gets!:)
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
If it is too icy for the kids to go to school shouldn't it be too icy for daddy to go to work?? NO SNOW just ice...three kids at home and NO DADDY! Don't get me wrong, I can handle my three boys by myself, its just easier and more fun when daddy is here too...you know, like on the weekends! See, when "Mr. Outgoing" is home and his daddy is not here he turns into more of "Mr. Smarty Pants" and I am not talking about how smart he is either! And when "Mr. Outgoing" turns into "Mr. Smarty Pants" "Mr. Shy" turns into "Mr. Baby Pants" and then I turn into "Mrs. Crazy Lady" and all my boys are looking at me like they don't know who I am and are usually crying and saying I MISS DADDY, CAN I CALL DADDY, WHEN IS DADDY GOING TO BE HOME! Or "Mr. Outgoing" is telling "Mr. Shy" how his favorite brother is "Mr. Chubby" or doing all kinds of other stuff that he knows drives "Mr. Shy" crazy. One thing "Mr. Outgoing" does that drives me to be "Mrs. Crazy Lady" is when he does something that hurts "Mr. Shy" and he immediately says, SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I DIDN'T MEAN TO HOLD MY HAND AROUND HIS NECK or I DIDN'T MEAN TO PINCH HIM or I DIDN'T MEAN THROW HIM ON THE GROUND! And when daddy is home he tends to believe "Mr. Outgoing" when he says these ridiculous statements, but then again when daddy is home he usually deals with the big boys! Anyways, I like it much better when "Mr. Outgoing" is at school learning to be the good kind of "Mr. Smarty Pants"! OR when daddy is home with us all!
On a different note, "Mr. Chubby" will be 4 months tomorrow and I gave him cereal for the first time last night...that's what the pics are from and a couple others of him just being HAPPY!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
My oldest seems to have gotten his daddy's brain. He started kindergarten this year and loves it...well most of the time anyway. About a month into the school year "Mr. Outgoing's" teacher emailed me asking me what kind of reading program we had him in because it seemed as though he is reading above kindergarten level and asked our permission to have him tested. I told her that he wasn't in a reading program but that he had been reading with his older cousin for a few years now and he reads his bible with his daddy every night and of course it was OK to have him tested! Well turns out that "Mr. Outgoing" reads on the same level as kids that have just FINISHED first grade. They have now started reading groups in his class and his teacher emailed me again last week telling me that there is no group for "Mr. Outgoing" to read with in his class or any other kindergarten class. The teacher asked permission if it was OK for him to leave his classroom to read with one of the first grade groups during their reading groups. Of course we said that this was fine. Yesterday was his first day to read with the first graders, he said it went great!
Monday, January 26, 2009
OK, so I have decided to take the plunge and start a blog like the rest of the world. I will still be making changes for a while until I can get this all figured out and get my layout like I want it so bare with me. If anyone has any suggestions please don't hesitate to tell me, I am going to need all the help I can get! I now have to run, "Mr. Chubby" is throwing a fit and I have to go get "Mr. Outgoing" from school.