I was taught that after you finish your dinner you could have a small treat. Like splitting a chocolate 3 ways. Very normal thing for my family. So, today since I got a LOT done, I am treating myself to some Blog Time! yes, go ahead and look at the time, it's 12:35am.
Not a lot of words, just photos: day out with Grandad to visit the trains.
A shower for little aunt S. Hard to believe that she is getting married!
Grandma Great and Miss Jane at the Reunion.
Hy practicing his letters at home.
Miss Jane rolling all around and loving those toes. They make the best mobile yet.
Mini-E taking a little quiet time..."this little piggie went to market..."only with her fingers.
And last but never least....8 days, NO 7 days now, until Farmboy comes home. We are thrilled!
Today I sat down for a minute outside & ate a Popsicle with the kids; the kind that drips everywhere and makes you feel sticky the rest of the day. HY caught every drip before it reached his hands. Mini-E chased a butterfly. Miss Jane dropped her binkie a few times but didn't care too much. And I closed my eyes & secretly wished that Farmboy would be home for dinner. Maybe late...but home. And I'd have been grateful to have fixed him anything. It must have been all that wind that made me think that life was blissful for that one split second.
I've never left my children for more than 24 hours. So leaving them for 7 days was a worry for me. I knew that Nonna would take good care of them, but I worried how they'd do without me. Clearly I'm egotistical because when I came home Tues night and kissed their sleeping heads goodnight, HY stirred and peaked his eyes open just enough to see me and Miss Jane--he sat right up and said, "Miss Jane!" He gave her a big kiss on the head. Clearly I wasn't the one that was missed.
They kiddos did however love the presents that I brought home for them. Army shirt and Army dress. They want to wear them everyday!
I think that they were surprised that I was back so soon from the Army. My only guess is that they assumed it would be a long time, like daddy. So a week felt pretty short to them. Me too actually, but I did miss my little munchkins.
Each week we send Farmboy a letter with photos from our life. It's nothing special, but we hope it makes him feel a little less homesick and a bit more connected to the things that are most important.
She LOVES to paint. And I love that she can pass the time quietly by herself without getting into too much trouble. Thank you Aunt LaLa for suggesting this activity. It's made all the different the last week. Any more ideas?
She sent a one-of-a-kind masterpiece to her daddy just a few days ago. He loved it too!
Two weeks ago we shipped Farmboy off to Basic Training. It was a strange day knowing that we probably wouldn't be able to see him for 5 months. But I did alright. I had another "project" that I knew I had to focus on. Baby. And of course all the millions of other things I had to do to get ready for before the arrival.
Nonna moved in with me to help with the kiddos. What a blessing that has been. Then Grandma and Grandpa came to play with the kids and be there to help. I spent most my days before my due date going to work in the evenings and wondering if I would go into labor. I've never gone into labor on my own so I figured that babies just don't come...they are induced. {Clearly, mine are}.
About a week before my due date, I had a lot of pain and discomfort. I got home from teaching late that evening and told my mom. She was pretty sure we'd have a baby in the middle of the night. And because she's pretty much always right, I started to wonder myself. But, it didn't happen. But I did actually get down to business and pack a real bag for the hospital and make real plans for "just in case" I went into labor. But, I didn't. Which was a blessing because aside from having to cancel my English classes, I didn't know if Onehm would make it on time to take the pictures.
You see, once we knew that Farmboy was going to be absent for the birth of our 3rd baby, I talked with my best friend Onehm and she offered to take pictures of the labor and delivery so that we could mail them to Farmboy and help him feel apart of the day. It was a tricky plan and everything had to go just right for her to make it there on time. A sweet sweet friend of hers made it possible for her to fly in just at the right time. And I kept reminding myself of the blessing that Farmboy had given me just before he left for the Army: that everything for the labor and delivery would go the way I had planned. I kept trying to focus on that instead of worrying about the things I couldn't control.
Wed nite my English students had a big baby shower for me and I was so touched by their generosity. I went home to find Onehm had indeed made her flight and it was a go for the morning.
After my Tues morning appointment with my Dr., {almost dilated to a 3 and 80% effaced}--my instructions were to call the hospital at 6:30am to see if they could take me that morning for induction.
I couldn't sleep all night, it felt like I was waiting for Christmas morning. I made the call around 6:20am Thurs morning only to find that they were swamped with mothers. Not a room to be had for me. I was to call back at 8:30 then at 9:00. It was starting to feel like maybe we wouldn't be having this baby today. The sweet southern-accent nurse said "the flood gates had been opened that day" but that they'd get me in that day.
She did call back and we headed up to Salt Lake to begin the long waiting process. Aunt CC came to pick up Nonna, Onehm, and me---and we took the longest route to Salt Lake. Thank goodness I wasn't really in labor.
About 11:30am we were finally admitted and in Room #3. Changed. Met the nurses. Filled out papers. Got wrist bracelets.
The nurse informed me that Dr. had requested they break my water first to see if I'd progress without the Pitocin. So, water was broken and the little bit of discomfort led to the Epidural. I wasn't about to wait around for the pain to really kick in. I know I'm a pansy.
Nonna and Onehm went down to the cafeteria to get some lunch and and CC stayed with me to play a round of cards. But soon after the epidural I started to feel sick. Dizzy. Hot. Nausea. So cards would have to wait. {we never did get to play. thank goodness. she would have whipped me good. I would have blamed it on the needle in my arm, but...I never would have stood a chance with her skills and my lack of practice}. She was great to get me cool cloth and help me relax.
After a few hours, I just wasn't going anywhere. So the pitocin drip was started. And that's when the good contractions started. The nurses were taking bets on what time I'd have the baby and of course gender. {Nobody but onehm knew gender at that point}.
As good as the contractions looked, I still wasn't progressing super fast--only a 7. The nurse and Dr. Macy came in {probably around 6:15pm} and said the baby was posterior {just like with my first} and they thought that giving me a roll would help baby roll as well. That was done and I assumed to be there for a few more hours--which was fine. I was there with my favorite women and watching Blind Side. But just a few minutes later, something was odd. Pressure! A lot of pressure. So I debated what to do...I told someone.
Aunt CC ran into the hall to tell the nurses. Cheers. They rushed in. And sure enough, Ready to roll. Everything went in fast motion then. Dr. Macy broke down the bed and all of sudden there we were. Nonna and CC hold my hands on each side and a swarm of women all around me.
It was the most incredible energy I've every felt in the delivery room. Laughter. And women buzzing about working and making jokes. It was this incredible feeling of joy and calm all at the same time. And Dr. Macy said, " okay how do you want to do this...do you want to laugh, cough, cry, vomit?"....and I said, "let's laugh!" and so we did! And a few minutes later after 2 pushes and half---Dr. Macy said,
" It's a GIRL!"
Smiles and cheers. And our girl party was complete. There were Eight women in that room. Nine including the newest arrival.
Ava J
She had the greatest welcome any baby I've ever known. It was well deserved. She's special.
Calls were made. Family came. HY and Mini-E were brought to the hospital that evening to see Miss Ava j. They were delighted. HY kept saying " look at her tiny feet. tiny nose. tiny....bottom" We all giggled with delight. Mini-E hugged and kissed her. It was the most fun.
When things settled down, and everyone left for the evening {except for Nonna who stayed on the pull out}, I made a call to the Red Cross around 11pm. They said that they would get the message to Farmboy in 2-72hours about the birth of our baby girl.
I never imaged that I'd get a call from him around 4:30 the next morning. I woke up, unexpectedly around 4:00am. And noticed my phone glowing. A missed call. From Farmboy! I was devastated that I'd missed it. But soon, he called back. We spoke for about an hour. He talked about how his Drill Sargent had come in and woken him up around midnight. Yelling and screaming---he assumed he was in big trouble. Then, "Your wife had her baby"...and you can call her in the morning.
A tender mercy to be able to talk to him for as long as we did. Ava j. talked a bit as well to her daddy. Hopefully they'll meet soon. Until then, we will miss him and pray for him every day.
This year, Joy School has been very very low key. In fact, it's been more like a play group. We just never got ourselves organized enough. But it has been perfect. Low stress. Which is just right for us this year.
I decided that when the kids came to my house on one of my weeks that I was going to take some class photos. Sadly we were missing one of our sweet girls. I'm gonna have to catch a shot of her on another day.
Our CRaZy group!
mini-e isn't really in joy school this year, but she sure loves to join us when it's at our house.
Mr. T and HY. These 2 are such good buddies. I'm glad they became good friends this year.
Miss K. She's such a delightful little girl. Mini-E thinks she's the greatest too!
Mr. T. I love those brown eyes!
And my own HY. It's hard to catch a photo of him but I guess since everyone else was doing it, he thought he'd cooperate too.
I tried to make it quite the event. On Sunday we had cake and ice cream with cousins. And Mamma made a special Tinkerbell cake!
I think that she liked it too...
On Tuesday (her real birthday) we had Grandma Suz's oatmeal pancakes for breakfast--her favorite. Went to see a movie--Princess and the Frog. And went to ChuckE Cheese for dinner and games. Mamma had a great coupon for dinner and tokens! The kids thought it was the best ever! It pays to not spoil your kids on a regular basis..that way they really appreciate the special days!
You are worth it Mini-E! Our family just wouldn't be the same without you!
I've been growing Mini-E's hair out for quite a while hoping that I would be able to do cute things with it. Pony tails, braids, buns...etc. But, it just wasn't working. Her hair is super straight (like her daddy's) and very fine. And she would take it out midway through the day. Let's face it, she looked like a rag-a-muffin most of the day. So, instead of holding on to a dream of beautiful long baby hair, I opted for the cute cut.
I'm now realizing why my own hair is rarely long. I think she wears it very well. And I love the dimple that comes along with it.
Farmboy has been dying to take HY ice fishing since --well, birth really. And I finally consented. I've been before so I know how miserably cold it can be for an AZ girl born in the dead of summer. (It was pre-marriage so I was trying to look really adventurous--something I'm not likely to relive now after 5+ years of marriage).
In their preparation for the day, Mini-E was more than excited to go fishing as well. And if you know Mini-E---she's not just excited, she's Determined. There was NO Way she wasn't going with Daddy and HY. So, being the awesome mother that I am (and frankly very concerned for the safety of my 2 children in the freezing cold) we packed up the car and headed to the nearest frozen lake, which in our case is about 2 hours away.
Not to my surprise HY wasn't pleased to be freezing his tooshy off. It wasn't quite what he expected. But Mini-E was pleased as could be. She didn't complain a bit...until...she fell in the hole that Daddy had drilled out of the ice. Yes, stepped right it in. Not to worry. She was quickly rescued and stripped down to prevent any frozen body parts. Daddy rushed her back to the car. She was screaming bloody murder. When I asked her later why she was screaming she said it was because she was upset about leaving the Hot cocoa and that the fish would eat her toes.
HY and I headed back to car, happy to be warm again. The 3 of us waited in the car while Daddy fished for another hour. Only to catch..nothing. But we did get to see a train! Which made the trip worth it for HY.
I told Farmboy that it looked like Mini-E would be glad to be his ice fishing buddy---in a few more years! When her feet are a bit bigger.
