A Birth Day Story

My little mister turned six last week. SIX. Oh, my gosh. I bought him a Nintendo DS for his birthday. His sister has one, and he always wants to play it and it, of course, causes many fights. So, he finally got his own.



Nope, not at all excited. HA! Isn't he just the most handsome boy EVER?

I always, always, always remember when he was born. I remember when MG was born, too, duh, but MB's birth was different.

I had him a week early. He was already almost 8lbs (geh), so we induced. I had him on May 18, 2004. We took him home about a week later, and only because I fought to take him home. Why?

I saw him for about two-seconds after he was born before they whisked him off to the NICU. You see, my little baby would stop breathing and then not start again without some prompting. They think the little esophagus flap was weak, and he got acid reflux a lot. So, the acid reflux would get into his throat and babies don't know how to deal with it. You would see him arch way back to try and get away from it, and then he would just not breath because he didn't know what else to do. Um, it's pretty scary to see your brand-new little baby turn blue.

They had him hooked up to oxygen and an oxygen and heart-rate monitor. Whenever he would stop breathing, his oxygen levels would drop and the alarm would go off and you'd have to blow in his face to shock him into taking a breath. I can't tell you how awful it was to see my otherwise healthy little boy laying in the little bed with wires stuck to him and the oxygen tubes up his tiny little nose.

I think for me it was worse because it wasn't expected. I would look around the nursery and see the tiniest little babies in incubators, fighting to live, and then look at my 7lb 9 oz, 21" long son and think that he looks fine. He was born on time and shouldn't be there!

They wanted to keep him longer. I was on the verge of a nervous-breakdown at that point. My marriage was pretty much over, I was recovering from giving birth, taking care of an almost four yr old, living with my parents while MB was still in the hospital, driving myself over there six times a day to feed and hold him. I told them no. They didn't like it, but I wanted my son home.

So, they finally said ok. But we had a huge oxygen tank in the living room for a month, plus an oxygen monitor that I had to hook him up to every time he would sleep. And the little portable oxygen tanks. He was on it for a month, plus this nasty looking medicine to help keep the reflux down. After a month, I had pretty much had it. I pulled myself and my parents together and prayed healing. Then I took the oxygen tubes out of his nose, took him off the monitor and left it in God's hands.

Obviously, the story ends happily because my baby is six now and has never had any issues. Thank God!!

So, Happy Birthday to my handsome little man.

Nicknames

I was thinking about nicknames the other day as I was talking to the kids. I started going through all of the things I call them instead of their names. (Unless, of course, they're in trouble. Then you have name stages. 1st name firmly, then first and middle names extra firmly. Then the entire name with veins bulging out of your neck. But that's for another blog.)

It really starts when you are still growing them in the womb. MG was nicknamed 'peanut' because at the first ultrasound, she looked like a little tiny shelled peanut hopping around. Her favorite stuffed animal is her Pooh Bear. So I'll call her Pooh or Pooh Bear or Pooh Head, which flows into Poopy, Poopy Pants, Poopy Head. Then we have Princess, Princess Face and Princess Head. Somehow Poodle comes into the mix, followed by Poodle Brain. (It seems she has a 'P' pattern going.) Since I also feel like I am a zookeeper, Monkey is also prevalent.

Which, of course, is what MB is. HIS favorite animal is a little blue monkey. So, therefore, he is my monkey. And you have to have Monkey Face and Crazy Monkey Head and Monkey Brain. Somehow Mr. Face and Mr. Head came in at some point. Then there's Buddy, Bubs and Bubsters. And throw in Nugget and Mr. Nugget Head.

So, ya. And this is just what I can think of right now. I KNOW that I'm not alone in this.

Lazy Pants Friday

I did pretty much nothing today.

I watched a few episodes of Fringe, The Mentalist and channel flipped. Played Wii Mario Kart. Played some stupid game on my computer. Played the piano. Wandered around the house. I did brush my teeth this morning, and eventually got out of my pajama's.

Nope, no laundry, cleaning or any labor of any kind. I DID take pre-assessment to see if I will pass my next test, but that only took about 10 minutes.

Conclusion? I'm kind of bored and have realized why I don't do this very often.

I'm NOT Old!

So, the other day I was filling out the enrollment packets for the kids for next year. I came to the part where we put how old they will be when school starts.

MG - 10

MB - 6

At that moment, I suddenly felt old.

No, I'm not really old. And, thank great genes, I don't look my age. (I don't always act my age, either.) BUT, still, I am going to have a 10 year old. And my baby boy isn't even close to being a baby anymore.

When I turned 30, it wasn't so bad. It was 31 that got me. That was horrid. I found myself IN my 30's. And nowhere near where I thought I would be. Another birthday is looming, and while I still LOVE birthday's (extraspecially mine!), each one that passes is one less year to get to my dream life.

I can see why women date younger men now. LOL!