Tuesday, February 28, 2012
"LOOK, MOMMA!"
I had my first poop insident as a mom last week. I laid my sweet little innocent boy down for a nap in just his t-shirt, socks and diaper. We had been playing hard and he was hot so i thought it would help him sleep better. 2 hours later, I hear him in his room talking to himself as I was nursing Noa. Usually this just means he is taking his time waking up, maybe reading a book or playing with a toy in his room. For some odd reason, even though he is in a big boy bed now, he still won't come out of his room when he wakes up with out me going in to get him. Anyhow. I finished nursing the baby and go in to get him. Half way down the hall I smell what must have been the biggest poopy diaper EVER. I walk in the room, take one look and a boy, a bed, and everything on the bed covered in s-h-you know what. He says, ever so cutely really, "Look Momma! Poop EVERYWHERE!". Yes, yes it was. I think I stood there for a full 30 seconds not knowing quite what to do. Do I strip him first? Do I strip the bed? Do I throw everything including him into the car wash down the street? Finally my maternal instincts kicked in, I got Branson in the shower (where he screamed like I was torturing him.) with a lot of soap, got him out and dressed, and told him, "DO NOT COME IN THIS ROOM WHILE I CLEAN UP! POOP STAYS IN YOUR DIAPER OR IN THE BIG BOY POTTY!!!!!". His reply was a sweet smile with, "momma clean up poop everywhere!". Yes, yes I did. I had to throw away his favorite turtle/star night light (thank God he found Genoa's ladybug one, or I would have had to go to the store after that), I Clorox wiped everything even if it was 10 feet away from the poop and had none on it, and then I started the 3 loads of laundry, which I had just done the day before. All the while Branson was all smiles, as if he knew this was something I had to experience as a mom to a terrible 2-er. Of course I was FUMING. When my life saver (aka the babysitter) got here I think I said something to the effect of "me go gym" and I left. 30 minutes later and sweat pouring down my back, I got in my car and had a good chuckle about the situation. Branson proceeded to tell EVERYONE what he did, and that now he knows poop stays in the diaper or big boy potty. And everyone had a good laugh at my expense. Including myself. I'm pretty sure almost every kid does something like this. Especially a 2 year old boy, who is really almost potty trained and really into anything and everything. I'm just thankful he didn't eat it. At least I don't think he did.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
2 MONTHS
Yesterday my baby girl turned 2 months old! We had a nice visit to the Dr. Ok, it wasn't so nice because she was getting her shots, and it hurt my feelings a little more than it hurt hers. She is 10 lbs 10 oz's, and 23 inches long! Big girl! Healthy though, of course. Dr. Pat said I should obviously not worry about her reflux too much, since she is growing so well. So she got her shots, and later that evening had a terrible reaction. He leg was swollen, hot, red, and in pretty bad pain. She would scream at the slightest movement or touch, and ran a fever of about 100 until 2 am. We also took Branson with us because I was pretty sure he had a sinus/ear infections. Which he does. But he also "might have a foreign object in his ear". WHAT???? "It kind of looks like a BB. Perfectly spherical." Holy SH*T! Dear lord lets hope not! So we go back to get that checked out in 2 weeks. Yay. Can't wait.
Here is Noa at 2 months old! Smiley Girl :)
Here is Noa at 2 months old! Smiley Girl :)
Sunday, January 29, 2012
ROYAL BREAKFAST
two blog posts in one day! aren't you all so lucky :)
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It's totally possible to eat like a Queen and still eat healthy. Here is my example of a royal breakfast (dairy free, of course):
1 corn/flour tortilla
1 egg
1 egg white
1/4 avocado, diced
1/4 cup diced veggies (today I used red & green bell pepper)
rice or soy "cheese"
Worcestershire (Does ANYONE know how to spell this???, lucky for me there is spell check)
tobasco
salsa
cooking spray
salt & pepper to taste
whisk egg, egg white, a dash or Worcestershire, tobasco, and veggies together in a bowl. spray pan, and add contents. Scramble until liked done-ness.
place tortilla on baking sheet, spread diced avocado on tortilla. Top with scramble and "cheese". Broil on hi until cheese is melted. Remove, top with salt & Pepper and salsa. Enjoy!
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It's totally possible to eat like a Queen and still eat healthy. Here is my example of a royal breakfast (dairy free, of course):
1 corn/flour tortilla
1 egg
1 egg white
1/4 avocado, diced
1/4 cup diced veggies (today I used red & green bell pepper)
rice or soy "cheese"
Worcestershire (Does ANYONE know how to spell this???, lucky for me there is spell check)
tobasco
salsa
cooking spray
salt & pepper to taste
whisk egg, egg white, a dash or Worcestershire, tobasco, and veggies together in a bowl. spray pan, and add contents. Scramble until liked done-ness.
place tortilla on baking sheet, spread diced avocado on tortilla. Top with scramble and "cheese". Broil on hi until cheese is melted. Remove, top with salt & Pepper and salsa. Enjoy!
SUNDAY MORNING
Speaking of which. It's funny how your kids take on certain personality and traits. For instance. While I consider every child to be pure and innocent, Genoa really is the essence of that. The only time you will hear her cry is if she is hungry or fighting sleep. She really is my Angel. Branson, on the other hand, has always been a mover/shaker/goer/doer. And I can honestly say I know why they call it the "terrible twos". This boy keeps me on my toes every second of everyday. He can go from happiest child on the planet, batting those amazing long black eyelashes at you, to throwing his choo choo train right at you in two seconds flat. Thank God he also is remorseful after he does something of the sort. My point is, Genoa is my little Angel, and Branson is my little Miracle. Not to be confused with each other.
Today marks day 6 of no dairy for me. I cut it out to see if it will help Genoa's reflux. It is recommended that you go at least 2 weeks before seeing the full effect it can have. I strongly believe I'm seeing a difference in her, but more amazingly, there is a HUGE difference in how I feel. I have more energy (despite the lack of sound sleep I seem to not be getting these days), I feel light and able, and more clear minded. Recent studies are saying that dairy is not quite the package we are led to believe it to be. As someone who has suffered severe issues with kidney stones, I find it interesting that they are now showing a direct correlation between the two. Our good friend Graham passed on some wonderful reading to me, where someone said something to the effect of, cows milk is made to have enough calcium and nutrients to make a calf grow from newborn size to a 300 lb cow in a year. So why in the hell would we think we need that much calcium! Whatever calcium our bodies do not need is passed through and made into terrible things like kidney stones. I also had an instance where I had severe shoulder pain as a teenager in the middle of the night, went to ER, had an x-ray done, and it turns out I had calcium deposits in there. So. My body (and probably yours too) has an issue absorbing excess calcium. To make a long story short, I'm loving being dairy free, and am blessed to have the support of my household (except Branson, he still gets yogurt and cheese if he wants it). Being healthy is a way of life, and something you have to commit 100% to. You can make small changes at a time, no need to do something drastic. Work out for 20 minutes today. IF you can do it again tomorrow go for it! Don't eat meat today. IF you have to have it, only have it a few times a week. Brush your teeth twice a day floss every other day. You get the picture. We need to be pro active in our own well being. And we as a whole, need to stop relying on the pharmaceutical company's to "help" us get better. Do we really need a pill for everything? I strongly believe that feeling pain and discomfort is our bodies way of keeping us in check, and more importantly reminding us that we are alive and should feel every real feeling out there, not mask it with a pill. (side note, I'm talking about minor things here; cold/flu/sore throats, not serious infections or diseases, I'm thankful every day for what modern day medicine can do to help ailing people). (another side note, did you know milk has a grotesque amount of PUSS in it? Think of that next time you pour a glass).
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
"This is a story all about how my life got twist-turned upside down..."
Seriously! The birth of Genoa Winter Peel 2 weeks ago has left me with zero time, unlimited happiness for my children and slightly sleep deprived :)
The birth itself was rather uneventful, especially compared to Branson's. We were scheduled to go into St. Mary's at 5:30 am on Dec. 7th to prep for the c-section. And we did. As soon as I was hooked up to the monitors, I actually went into labor, having contractions 4 minutes apart. So either way, she was coming that day! So. Our amazing friend and photographer, Jessi Lemay (check her out, www.jessilemayphotography.com) was wonderful enough to show up that early and catch the prep on film. If I have time I'll post pics. Funny thing about the pics, you can SEE the nerves that Ryan was experiencing. I personally was not nervous at all, but poor Ryan was a slight mess. He said it's a scary thought to have your wife go into major surgery like that, because you never know what will happen. Awe! Too sweet babe. Love you long time. Anyhow. They took me back to the OR around 7:30, gave me my spinal (which later gave me a nasty spinal headache, AGAIN), and then the only bad thing of the whole day happened, I got nauseous from the anesthetic Thought I was going to throw up, but I didn't (thank God, not sure how I would have pulled that one off laying flat on my back and numb from the chest down). So the nausea passed, they let my husband come in (still nervous) and got to work. And apparently it was hard work. As with Branson, they had to use a vacuum assist, and the assistant Dr. was (what felt like) jumping on top of me, grunting saying "I literally can't push any harder!". So our kids have big heads, so what!!!??? At 7:55, they pulled my beautiful baby from me, she cried, I cried, Ryan cried. She was a little "wet", meaning she had a hard time clearing the mucous and fluid, but other than that she had a complete clean bill of health. They wheeled me into Recovery, my momma came back and stayed with me while Ryan was with G in the nursery getting cleaned up and what not. Then they brought me my baby girl, and I got to nurse her. She was a PRO. This girl knew EXACTLY what to do. Quite the opposite of her brother. We bonded immediately. Something I did not have with Branson because he was taken to the NICU right away. Once in our room, family came in, and we all rejoiced and loved on her. It was such an amazing feeling to be able to be with my baby immediately after birth. I always felt guilt for not having that with B, even though it was completely out of my hands. Of course my bond with Branson now is stronger than anything I've ever known, but he wasn't as tangible for the first 6 days of life, due to him being in the NICU and me having had a c-section followed by a spinal headache. With Genoa, the connection was instant and much needed. I love that she needs me. She wants to be in my arms, hear my voice, and smell my skin.
Now at almost 3 weeks old, we are starting to semi- establish a routine. Genoa, like Branson, has pretty bad acid reflux so we are dealing with that. But she is still a great sleeper and eater, and the only time you will hear this baby cry is when she is impatient about getting fed :) And I must say, this is the first year that I am glad the holidays are over! I love them and always have, but there was just so much adjusting and going on this year.
With that I leave you all with a wish of a prosperous and beautiful new year filled with love and friendship.
Seriously! The birth of Genoa Winter Peel 2 weeks ago has left me with zero time, unlimited happiness for my children and slightly sleep deprived :)
The birth itself was rather uneventful, especially compared to Branson's. We were scheduled to go into St. Mary's at 5:30 am on Dec. 7th to prep for the c-section. And we did. As soon as I was hooked up to the monitors, I actually went into labor, having contractions 4 minutes apart. So either way, she was coming that day! So. Our amazing friend and photographer, Jessi Lemay (check her out, www.jessilemayphotography.com) was wonderful enough to show up that early and catch the prep on film. If I have time I'll post pics. Funny thing about the pics, you can SEE the nerves that Ryan was experiencing. I personally was not nervous at all, but poor Ryan was a slight mess. He said it's a scary thought to have your wife go into major surgery like that, because you never know what will happen. Awe! Too sweet babe. Love you long time. Anyhow. They took me back to the OR around 7:30, gave me my spinal (which later gave me a nasty spinal headache, AGAIN), and then the only bad thing of the whole day happened, I got nauseous from the anesthetic Thought I was going to throw up, but I didn't (thank God, not sure how I would have pulled that one off laying flat on my back and numb from the chest down). So the nausea passed, they let my husband come in (still nervous) and got to work. And apparently it was hard work. As with Branson, they had to use a vacuum assist, and the assistant Dr. was (what felt like) jumping on top of me, grunting saying "I literally can't push any harder!". So our kids have big heads, so what!!!??? At 7:55, they pulled my beautiful baby from me, she cried, I cried, Ryan cried. She was a little "wet", meaning she had a hard time clearing the mucous and fluid, but other than that she had a complete clean bill of health. They wheeled me into Recovery, my momma came back and stayed with me while Ryan was with G in the nursery getting cleaned up and what not. Then they brought me my baby girl, and I got to nurse her. She was a PRO. This girl knew EXACTLY what to do. Quite the opposite of her brother. We bonded immediately. Something I did not have with Branson because he was taken to the NICU right away. Once in our room, family came in, and we all rejoiced and loved on her. It was such an amazing feeling to be able to be with my baby immediately after birth. I always felt guilt for not having that with B, even though it was completely out of my hands. Of course my bond with Branson now is stronger than anything I've ever known, but he wasn't as tangible for the first 6 days of life, due to him being in the NICU and me having had a c-section followed by a spinal headache. With Genoa, the connection was instant and much needed. I love that she needs me. She wants to be in my arms, hear my voice, and smell my skin.
Now at almost 3 weeks old, we are starting to semi- establish a routine. Genoa, like Branson, has pretty bad acid reflux so we are dealing with that. But she is still a great sleeper and eater, and the only time you will hear this baby cry is when she is impatient about getting fed :) And I must say, this is the first year that I am glad the holidays are over! I love them and always have, but there was just so much adjusting and going on this year.
With that I leave you all with a wish of a prosperous and beautiful new year filled with love and friendship.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
it's almost baby time!
I'm WAY behind on my blogging, lots of catching up to do.
Branson's birthday was again bitter sweet, I mean my baby boy turned 2! And when he did it was like he transitions from baby to toddler immediately. We spent his birthday just the 4 of us and it was so nice. We took Branson to the Squeeze In for breakfast, where he got to see his favorite restraunt lady MANDA!!! Wow he loves her. And she was kind enough to put a candle in his sausage link (ha!) and we all sang him happy birthday. He blew out the candle, and then discovered how fun it was so we had to do it again :) Too cute, really. That weekend we had a birthday party for him. His whole family came, plus his friends Wyatt, Mary, Wes and Emerie. There aren't many better things in life than a houseful of happy, yelling, sugared up kids!!! We had pizza from Eclipse, Branson's favorite, and then cake from the Biggest Little Cake Shop. Branson got his very own Mickey Mouse cake. Let me tell ya, black frosting is a doosy! But it was so much fun. I'm pretty sure he was hyped up on sugar for a week straight.
Like I said though, Branson immediately grew up. He is now counting to 10, saying (most of) his ABC's, singing songs, and holding conversations. He is also in his "terrible two's", something that 9 months pregnant mommy is having a hard time coming to terms with. One minute we are happy and coloring, the next we are throwing the tempertantrum of the century for no reason. I'm trying really hard to just soak it in, and know this is part of the whole process, but some days I feel like sitting in a corner sucking my thumb. Thank GOD for my husband. Ryan has really stepped up, especially when it comes to the kids. He gets up every morning with Branson, and then they take Keenan to school, then Ryan comes home and feeds B breakfast and the animals too. I can't tell you what a load of my back this is.
Keenan is doing great too. He tried out and made rifle team, something not many freshman get to experience. The kid is a natural shot for sure. He is very involved in school, and we could not be more proud. He even marched in the Veteren's Day parade with his ROTC group. It's a great feeling to have your heart sweel with pride and joy over your kids! And, did I mention his grades? All A's and B's. Thats something I sure didn't accomplish in high school (and of course now I'm kicking myself for not trying just a little harder). We promised him if he got all A's, we would get him a season pass to Mt. Rose. Even if he doesn't, I know his mom, dad, and myself couldn't be more proud.
The last few weeks have been pretty crazy. We moved Keenan into the old office, had that room painted and Branson's new room painted. Next is the nursery, but we aren't in a rush for that. The baby will be in our room for a while. It's been fun to wash clothes and bedding, and put together bassinets and swings. Our house looks like a total kid house now! I love it. Baby G will be here in 11 days, we can not wait to meet her. In other news, Reno survived a pretty nasty fire that actually swept through town. We were on evacuation warning, and most of Ryan's family was too. We are so thankful and blessed to have come out compeltely unscathed, something that can't be said for everyone. Beautiful homes were burnt to the ground, and people lost everything. I think the final number was 30 something homes damages, and 20 something completely damaged. So devastating. It really humbled our family and made us count our blessings.
Branson's birthday was again bitter sweet, I mean my baby boy turned 2! And when he did it was like he transitions from baby to toddler immediately. We spent his birthday just the 4 of us and it was so nice. We took Branson to the Squeeze In for breakfast, where he got to see his favorite restraunt lady MANDA!!! Wow he loves her. And she was kind enough to put a candle in his sausage link (ha!) and we all sang him happy birthday. He blew out the candle, and then discovered how fun it was so we had to do it again :) Too cute, really. That weekend we had a birthday party for him. His whole family came, plus his friends Wyatt, Mary, Wes and Emerie. There aren't many better things in life than a houseful of happy, yelling, sugared up kids!!! We had pizza from Eclipse, Branson's favorite, and then cake from the Biggest Little Cake Shop. Branson got his very own Mickey Mouse cake. Let me tell ya, black frosting is a doosy! But it was so much fun. I'm pretty sure he was hyped up on sugar for a week straight.
Like I said though, Branson immediately grew up. He is now counting to 10, saying (most of) his ABC's, singing songs, and holding conversations. He is also in his "terrible two's", something that 9 months pregnant mommy is having a hard time coming to terms with. One minute we are happy and coloring, the next we are throwing the tempertantrum of the century for no reason. I'm trying really hard to just soak it in, and know this is part of the whole process, but some days I feel like sitting in a corner sucking my thumb. Thank GOD for my husband. Ryan has really stepped up, especially when it comes to the kids. He gets up every morning with Branson, and then they take Keenan to school, then Ryan comes home and feeds B breakfast and the animals too. I can't tell you what a load of my back this is.
Keenan is doing great too. He tried out and made rifle team, something not many freshman get to experience. The kid is a natural shot for sure. He is very involved in school, and we could not be more proud. He even marched in the Veteren's Day parade with his ROTC group. It's a great feeling to have your heart sweel with pride and joy over your kids! And, did I mention his grades? All A's and B's. Thats something I sure didn't accomplish in high school (and of course now I'm kicking myself for not trying just a little harder). We promised him if he got all A's, we would get him a season pass to Mt. Rose. Even if he doesn't, I know his mom, dad, and myself couldn't be more proud.
The last few weeks have been pretty crazy. We moved Keenan into the old office, had that room painted and Branson's new room painted. Next is the nursery, but we aren't in a rush for that. The baby will be in our room for a while. It's been fun to wash clothes and bedding, and put together bassinets and swings. Our house looks like a total kid house now! I love it. Baby G will be here in 11 days, we can not wait to meet her. In other news, Reno survived a pretty nasty fire that actually swept through town. We were on evacuation warning, and most of Ryan's family was too. We are so thankful and blessed to have come out compeltely unscathed, something that can't be said for everyone. Beautiful homes were burnt to the ground, and people lost everything. I think the final number was 30 something homes damages, and 20 something completely damaged. So devastating. It really humbled our family and made us count our blessings.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
So I'm starting this blog 5 minutes before I am supposed to leave to go pick K up from school. I'm simply starting so I can force myself to continue it later, hopefully today. You see, I'm about to lose my mind. And this blog is supposed to be about what is going on with ME in my world, right? So bare with me on this bumpy ride of a blog entry.
I know everyone says that they are super busy, super stressed, super tired and super whatever else, but if you add up all those things plus adding super pregnant to them, it gets a whole lot worse. I literally can not sort out the thoughts in my brain. Half the time I can't even think of 1 simple, silly (and often stupid) word to use in a sentence. There is so much to get done, and not just the daily so much, I mean SO MUCH. There is a list I can list on here, and a list too personal to list on here (though, that list would make for a much better read, I might add). This baby is coming in a maximum of 7 weeks. We don't even have a nursery. B is still in the nursery. And K is still in the room that B is going to move into. And the room that K is going to move into, the office, is a disaster of half packed boxes, half crap, and half baby stuff that I have no where to put. Once I get the office cleaned out, I have to get Ryan to move the furniture out and pack up the computers and printers. Then I have to find someone to come in and paint the room. Not an easy task, considering 1 whole wall has built in shelving/desk with holes and what not that I wouldn't even know where to begin if I were painting it! And the color of the office and K's current room is this atrocious greenish brown. It's so dark, ugly and nasty. They have to be painted. Once the office is painted (dear lord please let that be done by the end of the month) then K can move in there, and then we have to do the whole thing all over again with B's new room. Then, maybe when G is 15 years old, she can move into her nursery. Ugh. Sigh. But, moving on! We recently got rid of our dining room set. The plan was to make the dining room a temporary (loooong temporary) game room. Well, we've moved 1 piece of furniture in there. We still need to move the pinball's from the breakfast nook into the dining room, move B's toys into the nook area, move the piano somewhere, and find somewhere to put an office desk area. I feel like screaming. And don't even get me started on the garage or master bedroom. And to top it all off, I've discovered that as much as I love animals, having kids has made me realize I don't really have the time and patience to dedicate to them. I feel so so so guilty about this, but our dogs are so high maintenance, and quite honestly I'd rather spend my energy on Keenan, Branson, G and Ryan. I mean, Honey killed a skunk a few weeks ago, and I can still smell it on her. And she rolls in everything, kills whatever cute animal might be living on our property, and barks and barks and barks. She especially barks when B is sleeping. And she wants out in the middle of the night (I'm already sleep deprived), and she gets out into the pasture, or out the front gate, or jumps on all our guests, climbs on the table to eat Branson's lunch. The list goes on. I love her, she is a beautiful wonderful dog that I just don't have the time to dedicate to.
Anyhow. Add to ALL this (probably seems like a really short list to you, huh?) that I have a super busy 2 year old that undoes everything I do at the house, and a super busy 14 year old that is going in 20 different directions 20 times a day, and I'm pretty sure I'm having a mental break down! Who is going to pick Keenan up from school after G is born? Not me with 2 kids! Can't take the bus, it doesn't stop near our house at 4. How am I going to grocery shop? How am I going to make sure K and B feel loved, when most of my time is going to be spent with a newborn attached to me? How am I going to make sure my family has at least 1 meal a day? Can't clean the house for a while with a c-section incision, can't drive, AGHHHHHHHH!
I feel slightly better. And FYI, this blog has taken 3 days to finish. Record timing really.
I know everyone says that they are super busy, super stressed, super tired and super whatever else, but if you add up all those things plus adding super pregnant to them, it gets a whole lot worse. I literally can not sort out the thoughts in my brain. Half the time I can't even think of 1 simple, silly (and often stupid) word to use in a sentence. There is so much to get done, and not just the daily so much, I mean SO MUCH. There is a list I can list on here, and a list too personal to list on here (though, that list would make for a much better read, I might add). This baby is coming in a maximum of 7 weeks. We don't even have a nursery. B is still in the nursery. And K is still in the room that B is going to move into. And the room that K is going to move into, the office, is a disaster of half packed boxes, half crap, and half baby stuff that I have no where to put. Once I get the office cleaned out, I have to get Ryan to move the furniture out and pack up the computers and printers. Then I have to find someone to come in and paint the room. Not an easy task, considering 1 whole wall has built in shelving/desk with holes and what not that I wouldn't even know where to begin if I were painting it! And the color of the office and K's current room is this atrocious greenish brown. It's so dark, ugly and nasty. They have to be painted. Once the office is painted (dear lord please let that be done by the end of the month) then K can move in there, and then we have to do the whole thing all over again with B's new room. Then, maybe when G is 15 years old, she can move into her nursery. Ugh. Sigh. But, moving on! We recently got rid of our dining room set. The plan was to make the dining room a temporary (loooong temporary) game room. Well, we've moved 1 piece of furniture in there. We still need to move the pinball's from the breakfast nook into the dining room, move B's toys into the nook area, move the piano somewhere, and find somewhere to put an office desk area. I feel like screaming. And don't even get me started on the garage or master bedroom. And to top it all off, I've discovered that as much as I love animals, having kids has made me realize I don't really have the time and patience to dedicate to them. I feel so so so guilty about this, but our dogs are so high maintenance, and quite honestly I'd rather spend my energy on Keenan, Branson, G and Ryan. I mean, Honey killed a skunk a few weeks ago, and I can still smell it on her. And she rolls in everything, kills whatever cute animal might be living on our property, and barks and barks and barks. She especially barks when B is sleeping. And she wants out in the middle of the night (I'm already sleep deprived), and she gets out into the pasture, or out the front gate, or jumps on all our guests, climbs on the table to eat Branson's lunch. The list goes on. I love her, she is a beautiful wonderful dog that I just don't have the time to dedicate to.
Anyhow. Add to ALL this (probably seems like a really short list to you, huh?) that I have a super busy 2 year old that undoes everything I do at the house, and a super busy 14 year old that is going in 20 different directions 20 times a day, and I'm pretty sure I'm having a mental break down! Who is going to pick Keenan up from school after G is born? Not me with 2 kids! Can't take the bus, it doesn't stop near our house at 4. How am I going to grocery shop? How am I going to make sure K and B feel loved, when most of my time is going to be spent with a newborn attached to me? How am I going to make sure my family has at least 1 meal a day? Can't clean the house for a while with a c-section incision, can't drive, AGHHHHHHHH!
I feel slightly better. And FYI, this blog has taken 3 days to finish. Record timing really.
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