The fun is starting to begin

I've only been a mommy for 4 years, 4 months, and 25 days but what an amazing journey it's been. The lessons I've learned are amazing and the transformations in my girls is truly unbelievable.

Watching Gabi go/grow from totally dependant and needy to a miniature teenager these last few months has been entertaining and scary at the same time. She has always had an amazing vocabulary, but her personality and mannerisms shock, stun, and surprise everyone. She talks on the phone and chews gum and it's like watching a 15 year old. GiGi has been the baby of the family and of course she is feeling the change of not being the baby. Gracen is not yet home from the hospital yet but she still trying to jockey for position and importance. She is still a 3 year old and acts it. I know that Gracie will be home soon, and boy... life is about to really get interesting.

The baby is here, sort of

Okay, so I haven't written since June 8th. So much has gone on. I got to the hospital- late of course because we couldn't find a parking spot. It didn't matter anyway. My doctor was still at his out of town clinic, they had no rooms available so I couldn't check in, and 4 women came in to the unit in labor so they of course got attention over me and my scheduled c-section. Which, I was okay with cuz I don't do pain and I wanted them to get relief. So, at about noon, I was finally taken back and put into a room- Great! Just in time for Divorce Court. I wanted to do something relaxing before going to the OR.

I get to the OR at 1, I'm cold- freezing actually and the anesthesiologist must have been a part time mortician because that man had the coldest hands in AMERICA!!! The epidural was horrible. They had to keep pumping medicine into me. It just went on and on, but finally, Gracen Aya was born at 1:39 p.m. and when Honey passed her to me, I remember saying, "Oh, she is so pretty." and passing straight out. When I woke up, I was in a totally different room and my mom was there giving her a bath. So anyway, we were discharged to go home on June 15th, but something just wasn't right. We took Gracie to the ER the next morning at 4:30 and she has been in the hospital since. My incision has been giving me the blues, and I've had home health twice a day so I haven't been getting around doing what I needed to do to see about the kids or the baby. She got out of ICU yesterday and is now in a ward, because I can't stay with her and I can't care for the girls because of my wound care. Imagine my sadness and stress. I can't wait for her to get home. This emotional roller coaster is wearing me out, especially since I can't get around to see her and hold her like I want to!

In the homestretch

Well, in 4 more days the baby bump will be no more. We will finally get to meet the last and final G: Ms. Gracen Aya. I am very excited to meet this stubborn sweet little baby. Who will she look like? Who will she act like? Which sister will she aggravate more? How big will she be?

Well, I'm off for a lunch date with hubby; probably the last for a long time to come.

36 weeks...

Okay, so here we are: 36 weeks, my stomach feels like it will pop at any moment. The child now weighs 7 pounds. Monday the doctor measure her ever present foot during the ultra sound. 2 3/4 inches long! I haven't been to sleep since yesterday. I usually sleep on the couch. Honey was complaining about sleeping alone. Heck, I was in the bed and he still slept alone-he was the only one sleeping.

I remember looking at the clock at 4:20 thinking I really want to go to Denny's. Then my mind was convinced that I should have a vodka sunrise and it would be okay. Don't know where these thoughts came from. Of course, I never moved from my uncomfortable perch in the bed. But that's what I was thinking.

Why is the child being so stubborn? Everyone else came without warning or prompting.