Who's guarding the hen house?

Well, as I posted yesterday I have a bit of a one track mind these days. Not that the other kids are being neglected, because they would never allow that. And they have just as much of a one track mind as I do. They can't get enough of Sweeting and most days I have to beat the kids off so I can hold the little darling. That said, we have had a few "episodes."

1.) Sweeting survived her first poisoning by a sibling. All the kids were outside playing while Sweeting was napping upstairs. I heard her start to cry so I sent Chowder up to get her. Instead he found Ladybug (how she snuck in and upstairs without us seeing her, I don't know) stuffing Sweeting's mouth full of Almond Body Butter. After scooping as much as I could out of her mouth and calling poison control, Sweeting ended up with the worst side effect being a really runny diaper.

2.) I love Meatball's hair. He has the best hair in the family. It's thick and curly and the prettiest shade of blonde.


Well, it was. Until he gave himself a haircut and I had to hack off the rest in order to fix it.

I keep telling myself it's just hair. And it will grow back.

3.) As fine as the kids are...the dog is a different story. He has eaten an entire bush. He has begun to rip up hunks of grass and throw them up into the air. He is terrorizing the cats. He comes upstairs at night and rams the bedroom door with his head over and over until somebody lets him in or puts him back downstairs.

I know he just needs some attention and we are doing better at that. Before the baby, Chowder would take him for runs in the morning and then I would take him to the dog park in the evenings. So, he has not been getting the exercise he is used to. We did this again most days last week and he was much better.

He really is sweet when he's not eating the shrubbery.

Peek In Monday

I know this is quickly becoming a baby only blog, but this is a blog of my life and this my life right now. When I have a new baby, that is all there is. A new precious life that I am privileged to hold in my arms and feed and care for. And when that life is new, and God so fresh on her skin that I can smell his glory, my mothering becomes my purist form worship.

Here is my sacred ground.

*sighhhhhhhh*

Dear Sweeting,

She is here...

Sorry it took so long, but no internet at the hospital.

I ended up needing pitocin to start labor around 1:30p. Didn't like that at all. Hurt like hell. Got epidural around 4:00p and pushed baby out at 5:44pm. Miss Eleanor Elizabeth weighed 7lbs 12 oz and was 20 inches long.
All and all, perfect in every way. As you can see...






God is good.

Here's my plan...

We'll see if Sweeting obliges.

I spent 4 1/2 hours in the emergency room Saturday night. Not in labor. But, right around 36 weeks I start to develop asthma like symptoms that are NOT asthma and do not respond to any asthma treatments. I have had test after test after test performed on my heart and lungs and veins and blah blah blah blah blah. They all show that I cannot breathe but nobody knows why.

So, Saturday I went into the ER because I couldn't breathe and my face was starting to tingle. I knew all I needed was some oxygen, but they wanted to admit me and keep me overnight for further testing. I was already breathing fine again, and I knew that there was no new test that was going to tell them anything and was going to end up costing us a ton of money.

Then they tried to tell me that they wanted to be sure that I wasn't in labor and that's what the problem was. I told them I was NOT in labor. I would know if I was in labor. The resident OB told me that I was contracting. I said I know, but that would mean I have been in labor for 3 1/2 months, now. (The ironic thing about this conversation was that the last time I was in OB triage, I was trying to convince them that I was in labor and they wouldn't admit me. Once my water broke outside the elevator, and I delivered Porkchop 30mins later, they realized maybe I knew what I was talking about.) I finally got them to release me. And was home at 12:30am.

So, tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment. I am hoping that after she checks me, she will tell me it's time to get this show on the road. But, only if Sweeting is ready. I do not want to start down the road of medical intervention. So, no pitocin. I can't have that anyway, since I am having my 3rd VBAC and pitocin and VBACs do not mix. And I certainly want to avoid a c-sec.

Think of us tomorrow and let's hope that I'll have little Sweeting in my hot little hands by bedtime tomorrow. I doubt it. But, hey! Let's hope.