Friday, February 27, 2009

Bag Tag

Question 1: Post a picture of whatever bag you are carrying as of late. No, you cannot go up to your closet and pull out that cute little purse you used back before you had kids. I want to know what you carried today or the last time you left the house.

This is my bag. It’s the Coach Large Zoe bag in Bordeux/Aubergine.

Question 2: I want to know how much it cost :) And this is not to judge. This is for entertainment purposes only. So spill it. And if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.

This bag cost $398. Yes , I know, that’s crazy. Don’t hate. I wanted this bag from THE SECOND I saw the Coach email releasing it. Yes, I’m on the Coach email distribution list. I drooled of this bag at the store for weeks until I couldn’t stand it any more and bought it To: Me From: Me. I LOVE the color, I know the picture doesn’t do it justice but it’s the color of a deep red wine. I.LOVE.THIS.BAG. Although I do have several other Coach bags this is the ONLY one I have paid full price for, this one is from the Coach store, my other ones are all from the Coach Outlet. The outlet is about 30 mins from my house.

Question 3: What's inside your purse?

My Coach wallet and checkbook. Don’t hate. My boys got these for me as a Christmas present, Hubby assures me they were purchased from the Outlet. My pocket calendar, my phone, my camera (which is not in the picture, b/c I'm using it to take the picture), my measuring tape (that I use daily), my nasal spray (yes it’s an addiction), several tubes of chap stick (also an addiction), tweezers (lighting in my offices' bathroom is better than that at home), my gift card stack (I’m all about the Giant Eagle fuel perks, I buy gift cards on paydays like it’s going out of style. Couldn’t even tell you last time I paid more than .60 a gallon for gas in both SUV’s). Also the standard: hair clip, pens, mirror, tissues, nail clippers, nail file, coupons/shopping list, lotion (Coconut Lime Verbena, my fav), and hand sanitizer (also Coconut Lime Verbena).

Ok, it’s your turn, lets see those bags!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Honest Scraps from my Award

Of course with every award comes 'rules', here's my 10 Honest Scraps:

1. I’m an only child and other than my parents, my husband and my boys I have no other family. And b/c of that I am fully aware that I will be ‘alone’ in this world someday, and it scares me.

2. I had M2 b/c I didn’t want M1 to have ever have the above feelings. There will also probably be an M3 for that same reason. (However these feeling DO NOT make me agree with Octomom, or what she has done, but that is for another post)

3. My husband’s family doesn’t like me, and therefore doesn’t see him or our boys very often. And when we do see them it is drama filled and traumatizing for us. We saw them 3 times in 2008. Early on in our NICU stay they were asked to leave and were not allowed back into the NICU. They didn’t see M2 again until he was 6 months old.

4. I am a Chi Omega, my husband is an Alpha Tau Omega, our brothers and sisters set us up at an ATO party. One minute there was a bunch of people in one of the guys’ rooms talking and the next minute we realized everyone had left and we were the only two still in the room. The rest is history.

5. When we were told M2 was going to need a trach before he could leave the NICU I was traumatized and terrified. I didn’t think I could handle taking care of it or him. I even put the surgery off for a week b/c I was so scared. Now I think I would have done it months sooner if it would have gotten him home sooner. It’s so easy to take care of and not a big deal at all. But I didn’t know that then.

6. I could laugh at my boys all day and all night. They are both so rotten and ornery; the only thing I can do is hug them and laugh at them.

7. I work full time and by time I get home, make dinner, bath and put the boys to bed I am so tired I can hardly see straight. Because of this my house is not as clean as I would like, projects don’t get done, and I get no sleep. I also don’t get to spend near as much time with my boys as I would like.

8. I would love to lose 10 pds but can’t seem to find the time to work out. Or eat right.

9.I’m addicted to Starbucks. I could go there 3 times a day and it wouldn’t be enough. If I have $4 left to my name I would probably spend it there.

10. I think I’m beginning to get HIGHLY addicted to blogging, yet don’t have as much time to do it as I would like.

How’s that for honesty??

And I'm passing this on to:

Natalie @

Sturgmom @

Caitlin @

Aleigh @

Ok ladies, 10 Honest things about you and then pass it on....

Wordless Wednesday

Cat in a Box...

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

An Award!!

I got an Award!! I feel like I'm at the Oscars!! To bad I only have on jeans and a sweater. If I would have known I had to give a speech I would have at least put on a dress!! Na, who am I kidding, I don't own a dress!! I probably would have worn nicer jeans and a nicer sweater though!

Thanks Tiffany!! If you've never visited her blog, it's great!! Girl can cook!! I stalk her blog and steal her dinners all the time!! In fact we are having this for dinner tonite!!

I will work on the 'rules' of the award tonite.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama...

I DID NOT have to take some headache killers before last weeks CBJ game, what kind of Mommy has to do that?

I DID NOT make Frito Candy and then proceed to eat nearly all of it myself.

I DID NOT take M2 shopping on Saturday and spoil the crap out of him for no other reason than he is just. so. darn. lovable.

I DID NOT buy M2 his first pair of 'walking shoes' that just happen to be the cutest little Nike's at said shopping trip.

I also DID NOT buy myself a SUPER CUTE new pair of sandals during said shopping trip.

I DID NOT begin to plan M2's FIRST birthday party, and then cry EVERY TIME I THOUGHT ABOUT IT!

I also DID NOT put off filling out and mailing invitations for said party. What kinds of mother would I be not to send out invites in a timely manner.

I DID NOT watch Saturday's CBJ game on TV instead of cleaning.

I DID NOT spend my ENTIRE Sunday afternoon cleaning the house.

I DID NOT spend my Sunday evening working on M2's Owl Quilt for his Birthday.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Last Night's car ride

Last night we took the boys to the Columbus Blue Jackets game, we go pretty frequently, and the boys always have a good time. M1 was pretty excited to go as we have been telling him for a couple of days if he behaved himself we would take him. He's been have some, 'behavioral issues' lately. Ahem.

So Hubby and I run home after work, change and load up the boys to head on our way to the game. M1 is pretty talkative. Like never shuts up talkative, like talks in his sleep talkative, like I usually don't really listen to him when he talks talkative. But last night in the car Hubby was driving and M2 fell asleep (not really sure how with his loud mouth brother flappin' his jaws) so I listened to him. The following is the conversation (conversation is a loosely termed word here) that took place on the way to the game.

M1: Which way is Hockey game, that way or that way? (pointing left and right)
Me: It's to the left.
M1: On innersate (interstate)?
Me: Ye-
M1: Oh boy, Oh boy we gonna see lots of trucks on innersate, this same way we go to church, I sure do love getting on great big innersate so I can see trucks. Daddy, woohoo, Daddy there is carrier truck follow that carrier truck, where his he going, see him Daddy, follow carrier truck.
Daddy: I can't M1 he is-
M1: Daddy you aren't following carrier truck, where is he going?, Hey look that truck , Daddy catch that truck.

This all happened while we were at the light to turn onto the on ramp, 'carrier' truck was getting off the interstate.

M1: HEY LOOK, what's the sign say, it sure is getting dark, glad they have those lights on, Daddy see that truck catch him, hey look that bike, he sure going fast, vrooooommmmm, is it raining, I don't want get wet, hey where's that truck going I think he going to baseball game (truck getting on the off ramp near baseball fields) can we go baseball game, I sure do like baseball game, hey truck wait us-
Me: M1 there is no baseball game tonight, he's (truck) not going to the baseball field, just past it-
M1: Truck, come back, my Mommy said there no baseball game night, TRUCK, come with us, my Mommy, Daddy take me my Baby M2 to hockey game, are we there yet? Can we have popcorn, I sure do like popcorn (rubbing his belly) I eat my hotdog I eat my popcorn, hey Baby M2, what you having? M2? Mommy, M2 have his eyes closed you think he napping? Daddy we there yet? I sure am hungry I need eat my hotdog my popcorn Hey look those lights on building, I think it raining Why we slow down, we almost there Daddy?
Daddy: Yes M1 we are almo-
M1: Yipee, Mommy, Daddy say we almost there hey where guy walking to, OH GUY, Hockey game not that way, Hockey game this way, hey look that guy going get wet, hey look that little car where he going?Why we stopped. Daddy, go we have get Hockey game I need eat my hotdog my popcorn
Me: M1 we are at a red ligh-
M1: Hey Daddy where we goin park? Hey look there police guy, hey police guy my mommy, daddy take me my Baby M2 to Hockey game, hey police guy, woohoo police guy, it raining you goin get wet you better go inside, see that big building right there that where they play hockey it dry in there you go in there get dry you get wet out here, hey look there 'nother police guy, why he in middle of street, hey police guy get out street, hey Mommy, police guy need safey vilation (Safety Violation, Thank you, Lou & Lou of the Safety Patrol) for playing in street, hey look that bike vvvvrrrroooommm, he got 2 people on him, I bet they getting wet, you think they going hockey game, you think we see blimp in hockey game? Oh Blimp come out come out where ever you are, I going Hockey game I need see you, Blimp? BLIMP?, you going be in Hockey game, Mommy I bet he in there waiting on me, hey Daddy where we goin' park
Daddy: We're going in-
M1: Oh goody, Mommy, Daddy going in park garage we leave your truck in there when we at hockey game, I sure am glad we here I ready go in Hockey game, Hey Baby M2, you need wake up, it's time go in hockey game, Baby M2, Mommy put that thing on her back she goin carry you on her front, M2 you need wake up now, hey who goin get me out my seat I need go in Hockey game eat my hotdog my popcorn, hey Mommy woohoo Mommy whose goin come get me out, I sure do love going Hockey game, Oh, thank you Daddy getting me out my seat, there lvator (elevator), let's go that way we got get out garage....

Ok, so you get the picture, that was just the car ride to the game, no more than 10 mins from our house I'm sure you can guess from the above what the walk to the Arena was like. Hubby and I popped some headache meds and drowned them with some Mt Dew and watched the game with our boys. Oh yea, and the Jackets won!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Wordless Wednesday - Almost

Teaching a toddler to SHARE.....clearly we need to be more specific next time.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Not Me Monday...

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama...

I DID NOT spend all my evening time sitting on the couch with my new laptop, instead of cleaning the house. I also did not sit on the couch with my laptop while watching my 'shows' on Sunday and Thursday.

I DID NOT let Hubby put the boys to bed by himself 5 nights in a row b/c of said laptop. I'm sure if I HAD done that he would be wishing he never bought it for me.

I DID NOT get two FABULOUS bracelets on sale from World Market, for no reason other than To: Me From: Me.

I DID NOT check my bank account online daily in hopes that my tax returns would appear SOON!

I also HAVE NOT spent all of said tax return, on bills of course.

I DID NOT turn into a giddy school girl when roses arrived for me at the office on Friday.

I DID NOT bribe M1 to eat all of his dinner on Friday by promising to make heart shape sugar cookies after dinner.

I DID NOT bribe M1 to go to Sunday School by reminding him he had Valentine's to pass out.

I DID NOT have to throw away 2 of M2's extra (emergency) trachs b/c they got dry wall dust on them during the mud room/laundry room (more on that later) remodel. If that HAD happened I would be on the phone with the medical supply company ordering more trachs right now instead of blogging about it (which I would be doing if the hold time wasn't 10 mins)...

Friday, February 13, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Hubby is so nice...
These were delivered to my office today (Friday)...
Aren't they beautiful??

I LOVE THEM!! We usually don't spent money on stuff like this. We have a NO CARD rule, they are such a waste of money. No Cards, EVER. Flowers usually fall under that rule too, b/c let's be honest, they are just going to die.

But Hubby broke the rule and sent me flowers. And I think I turned into a giddy school girl. How exciting!
After going upstairs to check on the boys, I return to the kitchen to find this:

White rose petals...I didn't even have my roses home for 4 hours!

I BLAME HIM.... He's Hubby's cat, and he's BAD! He sleeps on my head at night. All night, every night. Did I mention he's bad? His name says it all. It's Killer. Yes. Killer. And he's bad, did I mention that?

I sat out the Valentines for the loves of my life... My boys, after everyone went to bed.

M2's gifts....

M1's gifts...

Hubby's gifts...

We are going to take the boys out for breakfast in the morning. Probably either Frish's or Waffle House.

After breakfast my Dad is coming over to help Hubby. They are turning my first floor laundry room into a mud room. More on that later.


Thursday, February 12, 2009

Valentines Decor

I don't think I've ever decorated for Valentine's Day before, except for a front door wreath. But I am this year!

I found these puffy glitter heart ornaments at JoAnn's. Do people have Valentine Trees?? Any who I pulled the string out of the top... I think they look pretty good in this jar.

Then I got some wood letters together....

and some scrapbook paper and paint and Mod Podge....and of course I had some help painting...

and the mantle is decorated!!

I really like it!!

Monday, February 9, 2009

My Birthday... and a Haircut

It's my birthday! Well, it was, and boy was it a good one. It actually turned out to be a Birthday weekend. On Saturday we met my parents for lunch at Der Dutchman. M2 clearly enjoyed himself.

A friend stopped over to bring me a 'Sunday Gift', because she knew I wasn't having anymore birthdays. How thoughtful is she!?!
In the evening I went over to a friends house for Margarita Night. It turned out to be a bit of a birthday party. There was 10 of us and 3 of us had birthdays in February, the 6th, 8th and 10th. So before my birthday even stared I had candles, gift cards and bath and body goodies.

I got dropped off after the Margarita Party at about 11:45pm, just in time to see Hubby taking my birthday cake out of the oven. How Nice!!

I asked him if I could have my present then, he said it wasn't my birthday yet. At midnight I heard a chiming noise. I asked Hubby if he had heard it, was it my cell dying? He says no, it was your new laptop staring up. WHAT?? Oh yea people I got a NEW LAPTOP for my birthday!! Thanks Hubby, YOU ROCK! I thought I got you a good birthday gift, but you definitely showed me up.

On Sunday (my actual birthday) my parents came over, they got me the Longaberger Chip Dip plate and an Old Navy gift card! And then they stayed with the boys so Hubby and I could go out to dinner, ALONE!! Oh what a wonderful time that was!! We went to Capp City Diner, it was soooo yummy. We had such a good time at dinner. We don't know if it was good because we got to eat warm food, because the table was so quiet, because it was calm and not stressful or if it was just good because it was good!

It was a great birthday.

M2 got his first hiarcut on Saturday morning. My little baby boy is growing up...

Oh yea, I'm writing this from my NEW LAPTOP!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


Being a NICU parent is something one never wants to be. Ever. It is something that changes your life for ever, you will never view anything the same after becoming a NICU parent. Pre-NICU is a part of your life you will never get back, it becomes a distant memory. The emotional roller coaster that a parent and families go through is something that one will never forget.

NICU moms are different. We just are. There is some kind of chemical change that happens in our brains as we sit confused and helpless over our naked babies lying in a warming bed, praying that they live. Your life changes, the way you view things change, your vocabulary changes, your emotional triggers change, and your 'normal' changes. You meet people with job titles you didn't even know existed, let alone know how to pronounce. You appreciate the little things, like holding your baby, getting to change them, feed them, and dress them.

You meet other parents, and think 'They were nice, but I really wish I hadn't met them'. And that's an ok thought to have, after all they just had the same thought about you.

My youngest son was in the NICU for 6 weeks and in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) for 1 week. It was by far the worst times of our lives. Sometimes I think back and have no idea how we made it through that time. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't re-live something that happened during that stay. And most days it brings tears to my eyes, weather it was a good thing or a bad thing.

I've started writing M2's story, it's to the left, it's a long story, but it's his story. I'll get it finished soon.

There were many people we met while at Children's, one family got to go home yesterday. Finally. It brought tears to my eyes when I heard. Heck, I'm crying now. Baby Isaiah was born on Dec 10, 2006. Yes, 2006, it's not a typo. He went home for the first time yesterday February 2, 2009. I can't imagine how they are feeling right now. 7 weeks was too long for me.

Shannon, Isaiah - God Bless you, enjoy being at home. I'm so happy for you and so glad that I got to meet you. I just wish the circumstances would have been different. Hope I never see you again!! (NICU mom's know, that last line isn't a bad thing!!)

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

What do you do on Monday Nights??

We bounce...

and we hang upside down...

and we walk the plank...

and we take great leaps...

and we do flips... I bet he takes gold in the summer Olympics.

The Parks & Recreation Dept. of our community has lots of activities/classes for the little kids. This one is called Tumble Bear Tumbling. They are teaching him a lot of stuff. Last night they worked on handstands! It's a really good way to get him out of the house and around other kids. He took the class in the fall session as well. He really seems to enjoy it.

Monday, February 2, 2009

M2 - His Story, Part 1

I folks, sorry this is going to be a long post. It's M2's story, and it's a long one. I didn't have this blog until after he was born, I'm sure if I had this before he was born and while he was in the NICU the posts would have had a completely different tone to them. Anyway, this is Part 1. Please feel free to read or skip over, which ever you would like. This is Part 1, I'll get the rest of it up as I can.

M2 was born at 41 weeks, 1 week post term. 8pds 8oz, 21.8 inches. After a fairly ordinary pregnancy, labor and delivery. I was induced with him b/c I was a week past my due date, I was miserable, and my Dr was going to be out of town the next week.

I arrived at the hospital at 6:30am, by time everything was said and done and I was started on my pitocian it was 8am. M2 was born at 8:22pm. I only pushed a couple times and then I felt like I was going to vomit so the doctor and nurses decided to take a break to see if my stomach would calm down.

Slightly graphic details start now, but we’re all friends right?

My stomach didn’t calm down and I started vomiting. I vomited during delivery with M1 too, no big deal. Except with M2 here’s where the problems started. You use the same muscles to vomit as you do to push. Therefore I pushed M2 out while vomiting. Nobody was ready for him because we were taking a break. My OB literally lounged to catch him in mid air. I’m not kidding. Since he was delivered so quickly my OB didn’t have time to turn his shoulders. After my OB caught him, Hubby cut the cord and my OB held M2 up so I could see him, then she handed him to the nurse to take over. I’m not sure what happened next but I noticed A LOT of people coming in and going over to M2 and the nurse. (More on that later)

While all these people were coming in I was getting stitched up. Keep in mind, shoulders were not turned. I had a lot of stitches, I cringe every time I think of how many stitches I had. My epidural didn’t get ‘turned off’ until after the stitches were done. My OB specifically told the nurse to keep it turned on. One word: OOOWWWW.

So during the stitching we started to realize something was going on with M2. I sent Hubby over to see what was going on, while I’m screaming from the bed trying to find out what was going on.

M2 was what they call ‘Severely Stridorous’. I’ll wait while you Google it. Back? This is how Wikipedia descries it:

Stridor is a high pitched sound resulting from turbulent air flow in the upper airway. It may be inspiratory, expiratory or present on both inspiration and expiration. It can be indicative of serious airway obstruction from severe conditions such as epiglottitis, a foreign body lodged in the airway, or a laryngeal tumor. Stridor is indicative of a potential medical emergency and should always command attention. Wherever possible, attempts should be made to immediately establish the cause of the stridor (e.g., foreign body, vocal cord oedema, tracheal compression by tumor, functional laryngeal dyskinesia, etc.) That examination requires visualization of the airway by a team of medical experts equipped to control the airway.

There are several sights where you can hear examples of stridor; however M2 was much louder than any of the sites that I’ve heard examples on. I have M2 on video tape making the noise but I don’t know how to get it on here.

When he was considered stable enough to be moved out of the L&D room and to the NICU, I still was not done being stitched up. I felt so bad for Hubby; I could tell he felt like he was getting pulled in 2 different directions. I told him to go with M2, the baby needed his Daddy. I didn’t. I did finally get to hold him, but only for a minute. Hubby still had not gotten to. It was very difficult. Hubby went to the waiting room and got my Mom to sit with me and he went with M2.

I finally got moved to a room, and then I was taken to the NICU to see M2. He was on monitors, had an IV and was in an isolate and the NICU Dr on call was being called in. My parents brought M1 in to see him and then they took him and went home. It was almost midnight by this time.
I was taken back to my room and given something to help me sleep. At this point we had no idea what was going on, what Stridor meant, what caused it and what it would mean for him in the future. The NICU nurse told us flat out she had never heard a baby breathe like that before. We were clueless, worried and exhausted.

At about 3:30am the NICU Dr. came in my room and introduced himself, and said they (the birth hospital) were not equipped to take care of M2, they had no way to figure out what was causing the Stridor, and there was no one familiar with it there. So the NICU transport team had been called to take M2 to Children’s Hospital. I think Hubby and I were in complete shock and disbelief, I think in some ways we still are.

We went back to the NICU to say goodbye to M2. I remember the nurse going to get him out of the isolate to give to me. The transport driver said “We don’t have time; we need to take him now”. The nurse looked at him and told him he was not taking my baby until I was ready. The Nurse Practitioner on the transport team went over a lot of information with Hubby. I didn’t catch most of it. I do know the NICU transport for Children’s Hospital is literally a Mobile NICU. Everything that a NICU has is on this transport. EVERYTHING. I know there are 3 people on the transport team, two EMT’s (one of which is the driver) and a NICU Nurse Practitioner. I also know that the NICU transport has a special entrance and exit bay out of most hospitals, including M2’s birth hospital. They are heated bays so that the babies don’t get cold. I know this because I wanted to dress M2 so bad I couldn’t stand it; I didn’t want him to get cold. Of all the things I thought of, I just wanted to dress him and take his picture, and keep him warm.

When the RN/NP was done going over everything with Hubby and M2’s transport bed was ready the EMT (not the one that was the driver) came over and told me it was time for them to go. I remember looking at him and thinking he didn’t even look old enough to drive let alone have his CDL’s and EMT licenses. His name was Todd. As I handed my Sweet Baby Boy to him and watched him tuck M2 into his transport bed I remember this sense of calmness come over me. Todd was wonderful. He would take great care of my Little Sweetie. I just knew he would, I remember looking over at Hubby and he was watching Todd too. I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Todd was wonderful.

Nobody is allowed in the Mobile NICU other than the baby and the Team, so Hubby had to follow the transport to Children’s Hospital. It’s about a 25-30 min drive from our Birth Hospital. By the time they loaded M2 up and Hubby and I said our tearful goodbyes it was about 5am. He promised to call as soon as he got to Children’s and was with M2. My parents had been called and my Mom was on her way to me. She got to the hospital where I was at around 6am. God Bless my mom, she won’t drive on the interstate, we live about 45 minutes away from our Birth Hospital, by interstate. She drove back roads at 430am for almost an hour and a half to get to me so I wasn’t by myself. And she did it in my Dad’s truck. My Dad was taking the day off to stay with M1, but he had to keep my Mom’s car so that he had a car seat for M1.

Hubby called when he got to Children’s and he and M2 were settled. They still didn’t know what was wrong with him but they were going to run some tests and Hubby promised to keep me posted. I remember thinking I HAD TO GET TO THEM. My OB came in around 930am. She said she would discharge me as soon as we heard if M2 needed surgery or not. Other wise I had to stay for at least 24 more hours, if not longer. She was afraid I would be in a lot of pain from the delivery, and as long as I was there they could keep me comfortable.

I was going to try to get some sleep and my mom went to get us something to eat, but I couldn’t sleep or eat. All I wanted to do was get to my baby. It’s the worse feeling in the world, just being away from him and being so helpless.

Hubby called and said that M2 had been intubated and was on a ventilator. He was stable but before they put him on the vent he wasn’t able to keep his O2 saturations up as high as the Drs wanted. They had figured out that he had Bi-Lateral Paralyzed Vocal Cords, but the Drs had and still have no idea what caused it. More tests were being ordered. Later my friend would say “They don’t talk about that in ‘What to expect when you’re expecting’.” She couldn’t have said it better.

My mom and I walked the halls of the maternity floor but it got to the point where I couldn’t stand it anymore, all the other mothers had their babies, I didn’t. I started crying and decided I was leaving and going to him, I didn’t care what anybody said. My mom started packing my things for me and I paged my nurse and got dressed. The nurse came in and said that my OB wanted me there for another 24-48 hours. I told her I understood that but I was leaving and that was the end of the discussion. She could either discharge me or I would leave AMA. I think if nurses have patients that leave AMA they must look bad b/c once I started throwing that around she changed her tune and brought me my discharge paperwork real quick, along with some fabulous pain killers. I think it was around 330pm by this time.

My Mom pulled my Dad’s truck around and met me at the door. I have never felt so much pain in my life as what I felt as I was climbing into that truck. My ENTIRE body hurt, my Dad’s truck is a big truck. To this day I still don’t know how I ever got in that truck, I had just given birth 19 hours ago. We were finally on our way to Children’s, I had BEGGED my mom to take the interstate, it was faster and I HAD TO GET THERE. She turned onto the interstate but I could tell she was scared to death. She drove to the next exit and in tears pulled off, telling me she was sorry, she was too scared to drive the interstate, could we get there another way? I got out of the truck, walked around to the driver’s side, gave her a hug and told her to move over. I drove myself and her in my Dad’s truck to Children’s Hospital, 19 hours after giving birth. The word ‘pain’ doesn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. My mom called Hubby and told him to meet us out front; we had no idea where we were going once we got to the hospital. I think Hubby was in pure disbelief when I pulled up driving the truck. I got out and went to him, my mom moved over and went and parked the truck. And then the 3 of us went up to the NICU, having no idea what the next several weeks would be like.

Rock Star Name...

I stole this one from Cammie, she has a pretty good list of them on her blog. I really liked this one....

It's like the "what is your stripper name" thing.....

To find your ROCK STAR NAME take your first pet & current car: Mine would be Angelica Rendezvous!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA