Saturday, September 20, 2014

Placenta what?

This pregnancy was not planned.  Well, it also was planned.  The idea to add a sixth baby into our already full house sat somewhere in the middle of "this would be a horrible, no good, very bad idea" and "let's do this, no if's, and's, or but's." 

Our biggest concern was that baby number 6 would also be boy number 6.  Was this a risk we were willing to take?  In my heart, I knew I wasn't done.  I knew I would forever have that longing for just one more baby, regardless if it was a boy or a girl.  My husband on the other hand said the only way he wanted to do this was if we could guarantee a girl.  We debated, we talked about it, we discussed gender selection, we said "I'm not ready" a million times over, hell, my husband even told me "I'm just going to get a vasectomy."  Low and behold, two weeks after him saying that, we found out we were indeed expecting number 6.

We found out the day before Valentine's day.  My husband was shocked to say the least, as was I, but inside I couldn't be happier.  I knew in my heart we were done after this... this time I felt it with every particle of me.  In fact, I had been telling my husband since we got married that I was done having kids at 30.  Don't ask me how I knew this... I just knew.

The first twelve weeks scared the crap out of me.  I have bled with each one of my boys, and this time I had nothing.  In fact, I wouldn't have even known I was pregnant.  I had no morning sickness, no sore chest...nothing.  I didn't start to really show until after 20 weeks.  The picture below was taken at 20 weeks 2 days.


Around 13 weeks, I told my husband I needed to know what this baby was.  I told him there is no way I can wait until the 20 week ultrasound, so we decided to pay for a private scan at 16 weeks.  I had a dream the night before we went in that the ultrasound tech handed me a piece of paper and it said "It's a girl!" on it.  I was so scared of jinxing myself that I didn't share this information with anyone. 

When we arrived at our ultrasound, we met my mom and my sister there.  We had all of the boys and everyone was so excited to find out if we were having a he or a she.  Once the ultrasound started, baby had its legs closed tight.  This was new territory for us as our boys made it VERY clear that they were indeed boys.  The tech looked for about 15 minutes and finally stopped and said... "I think I know what it is, but I have to confirm with the girl up front."  Talk about the longest 3 minutes of my life.  When she came back in, she said "Are you ready to find out what you are having?"  She typed in It's a... GIRL!!! I started bawling my eyes out immediately!  Everyone in the room was cheering.  I was in such shock and disbelief.  We started progesterone shots the following week to help keep me from going into early labor since I have a history of it.

At my 20 week ultrasound, I asked them to confirm that I was having a girl. Sure enough, it was plain as day.  However, they found a concern near my cervix, a pregnancy condition known as placenta previa, so they told me that I would have to come back in around 28 weeks to see if it had corrected itself.  Placenta previa is a major concern in pregnancy because it can cause bleeding and put you in line for a C-section.  I had partial previa with my 3rd son, so I wasn't too scared because I knew I'd be having another C-section anyway. (At this point, I had already had 5.  No doctor will let you labor with that many.)

28 weeks came and I went to see a high risk ultrasound doctor with my oldest son.  The tech was checking everything out first, and a worried look came over her face.  I tried to see what she was looking at, but she just said "I can't see where your placenta and uterus separate.  There is no gap between them here at this point."  She went and grabbed the high risk doctor and they asked my son if he would be more comfortable waiting outside while they did the internal exam.  After he left, the doctor informed me that I had a "suspicious spot" that could be known as placenta accreta.  My heart sank.  I had no idea what this was, I've never heard of it, and the look on her face told me it wasn't good. 

The following week I met with the high risk doctor at Plymouth Hospital and she immediately said "I'm transferring your case to our Boston hospital.  I don't even want to touch this case because it's very dangerous."  I know she meant well, but my heart was in my throat.  She scheduled an ultrasound and first appointment with the Maternal Fetal Medicine team in Boston.

August 12th I went to Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in Boston.  I was terrified and unsure of what was going to happen, what I needed to deal with, and what this whole condition was about.  The ultrasound tech came out and got me and we started with that.  She was incredible.  We talked and chatted about our families and how excited she was that we were finally having our girl.  Shortly after this, I hear a knock at the door and in walks this doctor with a bow tie.  INSTANTLY I felt comforted.  There was a presence about him that made me feel like everything was going to be fine.  He introduced himself as Dr. S (I won't use his full name, simply for privacy reasons) and took a look at what was going on.  He confirmed there was a "suspicious spot" and told me that once I was finished up, I could come and talk to him.  This is when I first learned about placenta accreta. 

Placenta accreta is a condition where the placenta attaches to the uterus.  In many cases, it begins to embed itself into the uterus, and this is a very dangerous situation.  The next stage of this condition is placenta increta.  This is where the placenta embeds really deep into the uterus.  The final stage of this condition is placenta percreta.  This is the most dangerous one of all.  It involves the placenta growing through the uterus and attaching itself to other organs.  According to americanpregnancy.org, "Approximately 1 in 2,500 pregnancies experience placenta accreta, increta or percreta."  Here are the odds for each level:

Placenta accreta is the most common accounting for approximately 75% of all cases.

Placenta increta accounts for approximately 15% of all cases.

Placenta percreta is the least common of the three conditions accounting for approximately 5% of all cases.

Now, at this point, the doctor didn't feel it was a percreta, but to be safe, he ordered a MRI to be done that day and suggested that I start the steroid shots to help mature her lungs.  He informed me that I would not deliver past 34 weeks because the longer the baby is in my uterus, the more pressure is put on the accreta and it could get worse.  He also informed me at this time I would have to have a hysterectomy because it was the only safe way to deal with this situation.  He also told me that I would be awake for as long as possible during this surgery, but if I had too much blood loss, I would have to go under general anesthesia.  This thought absolutely terrified me.

August 27th I met with the urologist, the anesthesia department and had my first beta shot.  The urologist went over my MRI report with me and didn't see any reason to be concerned that I would have percreta.  It didn't look like my bladder was involved at all, so this came a sigh of relief for me.  I went and met with my doctor again and told him all of my fears, that I was afraid of what this surgery could to do me... the fact that I was afraid that I could die during this surgery and leave my husband without his wife, my boys without their mom.  However, when I every time I talked to him about my fears, the whole thing didn't seem so bad.  Unfortunately, this fear ate away at me from this day forward.  We scheduled my csection/hysterectomy for September 11th and my pre-op for September 9th.  He also discussed how I may have to go to ICU afterwards or that I may need to have a blood transfusion.  Swallowing all of this news was not something I could do.

During these days leading up to my pre-op appointment and my c-section, the only comfort I found was when I was talking to my doctor.  At home, I was a complete mess.  I couldn't look at my kids without tearing up, and I found myself pulling away from both my husband and my kids.  I tried to keep a happy face on during the day, but I was dying inside.  All I could think about is how my kids may not have their mom, that my 2 and 3  year old sons wouldn't remember me... even replaying all of this in my mind has me in tears.  I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if my daughter had something happen to her, or if I died and she never even had the chance to get to know me. 

Thursday September 11th is a day I will never, ever forget.  My mom came down the night before to watch the boys, and as I was putting them to bed, it was taking every ounce of me not to lose it saying good night to them.  I silently begged the universe to keep me safe, but if it couldn't, then to make sure my kids had someone amazing that would take care of them along with their dad and that they would have all the love in the world that I wouldn't be able to give them.

My husband and I needed to be in Boston for 6:00 am, so we left at 4.  The mood was indescribable.  I kept thinking I should say something to him, let him know if something happened then I was ok with him finding someone else, that if I was on life support it was his decision what he wanted to do; that I support whatever decision he makes, let him know how much I really love him .. everything you don't ever think you'll have to deal with at 30 years old. I didn't have the words, so I didn't say anything except how much I love him.  We then stopped to pick my sister up.  (We had decided ahead of time that it would be better for my husband to go with the baby once she was born and for my sister to come in with me during surgery so I wouldn't be alone.)  After jumping in a cab, we arrived at the hospital a little before 6 and headed up to labor and delivery.  The nurses were SOOOOO incredible.  My case was the first of the morning, all others had been bumped, so we were the only ones in the room waiting to head back to the OR.  The first nurse started asking all of these intake questions, while another nurse came in to try to get an iv into my hand.  Yeah... that didn't go over so well.  I almost passed out during that one.  Whoops! ;)  She finally had another nurse come in and she got it on the first try.  Next came anesthesia.  They needed to an A-line in my arm to help monitor my blood pressure and give me blood should I need it.  The first woman tried, and after three failed attempts, she had to get someone else in there.  Let me start by saying, this stupid iv hurts like hell.  My husband and sister could not be with me because it needed to be sterile, so I focused all of my attention on what they were saying on the other side of the sheet just to make it through the pain.  Even with a numbing medication, I could feel what they were doing.  A second anesthesiologist came in and his name was Justin.  This man, aside from my doctors, was incredible.  He was so empathetic, caring and  careful when he was trying to insert the iv.  He got it on the second try, thank god! 

Next, both of my doctors, Dr. S and Dr. R, came in and talked to my husband, sister and I for a bit.  At this point, I lost it.  I burst into tears.  Everything I had held in for the last month was hitting me full force and I didn't know how to make it stop.  It felt like I was in an ocean with waves crashing down over me, unable to move or breathe.  It was so overwhelming having so many people in this little space, and my nurse came over and took my hand.  She told me everything was going to be ok and she would have been surprised if I didn't start crying.  She said she would have thought I wasn't normal.  I just told her I was so worried about leaving my kids.  She told me she completely understood.  My entire team was just amazing.  I have no words for the amount of love I have for all of them.

Now was the time to head to the OR.  My husband and sister were not allowed in there at first because I needed to get my epidural and I also needed to have a camera put into my bladder to see if there was any sign of percreta.  The first thing I remember was having my epidural put in and having my legs put into stirups.  Wanna talk about embarrassing?  There were around 10-15 individuals in that room, possibly more, that had a full on view of my hoo-ha.  Yes, step in line... the shows about to start. HAHHA!  They finally checked my bladder and said it looked fantastic.  They didn't see anything wrong so the urologist left and my husband was able to come in.  By this point, all I could focus on was the numbing of my body, the beeps of the machines, sounds of people shuffling around the room and low mumbles coming from the other side of the drape. 

My husband came in and I knew my doctor was starting my incision.  I had to have a vertical incision this time because it's safer for blood loss and it is more easily accessible for doctor to get to my uterus.  I remember that I was starting to feel nauseous (horrible side effect that always happens to me with an epidural), so I let Justin know and he kept me feeling amazing throughout the surgery.  He was on top of my nausea... I only got sick once, and I'll explain that in a minute.  If the first dose didn't feel like it was working, he'd give me more.  If I felt any type of pain, he'd take care of that.  Very attentive, that man.

I remember kind of being in and out of it and all of a sudden, I felt a lot of pushing and pulling and knew my daughter was about to be born.  I heard her little cry and burst into tears myself.  Justin, once again being attentive, took my glasses off and wiped my eyes for me.  (It's really weird how I only can recall bits and pieces of all of this, but I remember these little gestures the most.)  My husband got up and I asked how much she weighed.  5 pounds, 5 ounces and 18 inches long.  Pure perfection to me.  I got to see her in a little incubator and my husband kissed me goodbye and went along with her.  Now, I really hope he didn't see the terror on my face, because I knew after he walked out those doors, the real deal was starting to happen.

My sister came in and she sat next to me.  She rubbed my head and let me drift in and out of sleep.  I remember looking up and seeing a bag of blood already starting and this made me very nervous.  One of the doctors was trying to put another iv in my arm, but I was so out of it that it wasn't bothering me.  He did, however, jokingly tell me that I had awful veins. I tried telling them before and they didn't believe me. ;) 

By this point, I had zero idea of how long I had been in there, and things started to pick up really fast.  Pain was fast and furious, as was nausea.  I swear I told Justin every two minutes that I thought I was going to throw up.  He, of course, took complete control of that situation and told me to tell him immediately when all of it was happening again.  I started to feel pain when they were manipulating my body down near my bladder.  It wasn't severe, but it hurt. I tried explaining the feeling to them, and I think this is where they started to realize I wasn't going to last throughout the surgery with being awake.  Both of my doctors moved up towards the top of my stomach and all hell broke loose.  I burst into tears and started saying how bad it was hurting.  I could feel EVERYTHING they were doing. I tried to stay calm for my sister, but I honestly didn't know how to.  Next thing I remember is seeing someone grab my sister and seeing her face.  I told Justin I was going to throw up and he told me I had to go to sleep. Sure enough, I was throwing up, lying down, and it felt like I was going to choke.  I kept pushing the mask away from my face because I was afraid I was going to choke on my own vomit.  (I apologize, that part is gross).  Justin told me he would take care of it once I was sleeping. 

Next thing I knew I was waking up.  The first thing I remember seeing was my best friend's face.  Nothing is more comforting than seeing someone you've known since you were 7.  Apparently, when I first got to the room, Justin was asking me to open my eyes and I kept shaking my head no.  Then he asked me if I could open my eyes, and I shook my head yes.  He told everyone I was fine.  HAHAH!  I guess I can be kind of humorous in situations like these. ;)  The first thing I remember asking was "what time is it?"  I knew my surgery was only supposed to be a couple of hours.  Someone in the room said "it's quarter to three."  My heart stopped.  2:45?  My brain could not wrap itself around this idea.  What the hell took so long?  Surgery ended up taking 6 hours.

I don't remember much after that.  I just knew I wanted to see my baby and I was unable to.  My husband was still in the NICU and my sister and best friend were with me.  It made it so much easier to have them there.  Suddenly, around 10:15, the door opened up and in walks my husband holding our little girl!  She was stable enough that her nurse brought her to me so I could see her.  I burst into tears seeing this sweet little face I had just delivered 12 hours earlier that morning.  She was absolutely perfect.

The next few days were a blur.  I had my sister and best friend there... both of whom deserve an award.  They both took care of me like it was nothing and I am forever in their debt.  I remember looking at my arms and thinking... holy shit, what happened?  It honestly looked like I was an addict.  The bruises were insane.
 

 
This was just a small view of them.  They went up and down my arms and hurt so bad.  I found out I have a severe allergy to the adhesive in bandaids/paper tape/bandages.  My sides were torn up from this and I still have sores I'm dealing with.  I also had a catheter because it turns out that my bladder was involved.  I had percreta.  They had to remove an inch of my bladder to get the placenta outta there.  The catheter then decided to be an asshole one night and not drain correctly.  I called the nurse in and told her what was going on.  She tried to get it to drain and it wasn't working.  My stomach was hurting so bad at this point I wanted them to just take it out.  When she finally got it working again (I think she put a new one in), I had 700 ccs of urine in there.  She was shocked. 
 
Recovery wasn't as bad as I thought it might be.  I knew that I was going to have to stay 10 days, so I had prepared myself for it.  What I didn't prepare myself for, (my doctors too!), was that recovery was going to be so easy for me, that I was going to be able to discharge after 4 days.  They kept me an extra day because I was trying to figure out a way to stay in Boston until my appointment and until we could get my daughter transferred from their NICU to a NICU closer to us.
 
 
 
Overall, my experience was hard, yet rewarding.  I'm thankful my sister was in the room when all of the chaos started.  I don't think my husband would ever forget something like that, and I felt my sister was a much better match for that situation.  I found a love for people that I never knew I was going to have, for my doctor, for the nurses, for each person involved.  I truly believe we choose difficult situations in our lives before we come here that will better us in some way, shape or form, and that there are people that we will connect with during these times that will help get us through.  That was my doctor for me.  I cannot give this man enough praise.  He is the most fantastic doctor I have ever met, and I felt so sad saying goodbye to him (until my six week checkup) on Friday.  I am forever connected to my wonderful team through my daughter and my experience.  I am so grateful for all of them.
 
Friday I was able to get my operative report and final pathology report.  It definitely was a percreta since there was bladder involvement.  Overall, I lost 3000ccs of blood.  I received 4 units of blood, 2 units of fresh frozen plasma, and 100 cc of my own blood. 
 
Now, some may wonder why I want to share this experience.  Mainly, I want to share this experience for my daughter.  I never, ever want her feeling bad that her birth somehow scarred me or did damage to my psyche.  Having a hysterectomy at 30 meant nothing to me just to have her in my arms.  Having a scar go from my pelvis to above my belly button doesn't affect me one bit. I'd do this a million times again if I knew I was having her.  She was worth itShe IS worth it
 
I also want to share this experience to make people aware of this condition.  I knew NOTHING about it until this pregnancy.  The more c-sections you have, the more likely you are to be affected by this condition.  I've had 5 (now six) and I'm surprised this didn't happen sooner. If you have the option to labor naturally, please, by all means, do it.  Don't let your doctors pressure you or scare you into a csection... find a way to make it work.  If you can't, then by all means, do not be afraid, but please know this is a risk that can and does happen.   
 
Baby girl- I love you, your brothers and your dad to infinity and back and I'm so grateful to have all of you in my life. 
 

 

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Countdown to 2014

As this year comes to a close, I have thought about everything that has happened over this past year.  While there have been some not so good times, there have been so many great times.  Some of these times include learning what forgiveness truly means, meeting so many new faces or having to say "I'll see you later" to familiar ones, health issues with my kids, and just how interesting it can be raising five boys.  (Interesting may not be the correct word for that. ;))

This morning, as I was scrolling through Facebook, I noticed a friend had shared a picture that had a list of things to write down for the 2013 year.  I figured it would be fun to look back on this at the end of 2014, so here is my list. (I'm not going to do the entire list, because this post could go on for days. :P)

New Year's Challenge: 2013

10 things I did this year: 
~Learned that no matter how much you want someone to change their life for the better, you cannot force them to do so.  They have to take the steps themselves.
~Watched D power through non-stop sickness, two surgeries, and a diagnosis of asthma, all while coming out like a champ.  I love that little boy tremendously.
~Moved from one house to another, on the same base, just a street over.  This may not be big for some, but we came out of hermit status and have been surrounded with incredible neighbors.  Oh yeah... we also got out of a house full of mold.  Enough said. 
~Sent Carter to his last year of elementary school (heartbreak!), sent Aiden to 2nd grade (he's growing too fast) and sent Channing to his first day of Kindergarten (yes, I cried).  Still can't believe I have three in school. 
~Learned the true difference between a speech delay and a speech disorder.  Jaxon has had a year of struggle, but every day comes out stronger.  Pretty soon we start the IEP process for him and he may be the next in school.  What am I going to do with only one kid at home!?
~I've met some pretty amazing people this year.  That's one of the perks about military life.  New people always come into your life, and with any luck, you'll be able to be lifelong friends.  To the new people I've met this year... you know who you are.  I think you're all pretty darn fantastic. :)
~Watched my husband promote.  He worked his butt off for it, so it was well deserved.
~Found out who I am, spiritually.  For years, I knew what I believed in, but was afraid to come forward  for fear of ridicule.  This year changed that.  
~Went to my first Comic Con.  I absolutely loved it and it was worth the 2 1/2 hour wait. 
~I graduated from college!!! What felt like an eternity was finished in July.  Double BA in Psychology and Early Childhood Education.  3.99 GPA.  TOTALLY proud of myself.

My resolutions for this year:

~To help as many people as I can, whether it's through volunteering or simply through random acts of kindness.  
~Start my MSW in Military Studies.  My overall goal is to work with service members who have dealt with trauma or crisis and to help military families, spouses and children.

~To count every single one of my blessings, every day of the year.

What about you?  What are your plans for this year?  Do you have a hard time sticking to resolutions?

I hope you all have a fantastic New Year! Stay safe!




Tuesday, October 29, 2013

WAT-AAH Boo Giveaway!

WHOA!  It's been quite a long time since I last blogged.  There has been so much going on that I want to catch you all up with, but first, I was lucky to be selected to do a giveaway first!  This is my second time receiving a bunch of goodies from WAT-AAH! and I absolutely love their products.  This time, they have a wonderful new product, for a limited time, called WAT-AAH Boo!  The minute my kids saw the package, they freaked out!  They are so excited for Halloween and all three of the "bigs" asked if they could take one to school tomorrow!  Who could say no!?  The images on the bottles are sooo cute and so perfect for the Halloween season! 

Here is a little information from WAT-AAH themselves about their new limited edition treat:

WAT-AAH!, a brand of functional water for kids and teens, unveils "WAT-AAH! BOO", a limited edition bottle to celebrate Halloween and to promote healthy hydration in support of the Partnership For A Healthier America's (PHA) initiative, whose honorary chair is the First Lady Michelle Obama. On the label, the brand's familiar character, the WAT-AAH! Boy, is portrayed mysteriously in silhouette and screaming, "BOO!" to surprise its audience. He is surrounded by familiar Halloween imagery such as a witch, ghost, haunted house, pumpkin and full moon, each drawn using simple graphic lines. In the spirit of the holiday, a fun and unexpected treatment of PHA's "Drink Up" logo is also featured; it defines the body of a black spider crawling up the web, which serves as a background for the entire scene. For more information visit: http://wat-aah.blogspot.com/2013/10/wat-aah-celebrates-halloween-with.html.
 
Also, check out this SPOOOKKKKKYYYY video!!!!
 
Rose Cameron, CEO of WAT-AAH, also has a new blog that you all can check out! For more information about the blog, please visit  http://wat-aah.blogspot.com/2013/10/rose-cameron-launches-blog-health-is.html.
 
Now, for one lucky reader, you will win a prize pack of your own!  Just let me know what your most favorite thing about Halloween is!!!!  Good luck!
 
*I received this product for free to review.  Winner will be chosen at random using random.org by October 29.
 
 

Friday, December 21, 2012

No answers....

First off, I apologize because I have been absent for a bit.  My littlest guy has been sick for over two months and we have not been able to get answers as to why.  He's currently on a regimen of augmentin and zantac, but I'm only seeing a minor improvement.  This is our last step before surgery and every single day that passes I'm hoping for a miracle.  I don't want my little guy to go in for any type of surgery, no matter how minor it may be.  We also don't know if he is starting to show signs of asthma or if this is an infection that just doesn't want to leave.  I apologize ahead of time if I'm not on here as much until we get this figured out.

I don't even know how to approach this next topic.  We all know about the tragedy that just happened a week ago today at Sandy Hook Elementary.  As a human, I have just about lost all of my faith in humanity.  As a parent, I am sickened, saddened but mostly heartbroken.  Heartbroken for the moms and dad, grandmas and grandpas, brothers and sisters who lost their loved one.  Heartbroken for the future these children will never have.  Heartbroken for the loss of innocence in the survivors.

My husband and I had sent our 8 and 6 year old sons to school on December 14, 2012, just like any other day.  We got in the car with our 4, 21 month old, and 8 month old sons to head to the mall to finish Christmas shopping.  Around 9:15, I said to my husband "You know what I was just thinking?  How happy I am that you have had active shooter training and would know what to do in a situation like that."  This comment came out of the blue and I had no idea what was occurring or about to occur. Around 1:30, we were coming back to the military base and the gate guards mentioned something about the shootings.  I immediately pulled up the internet on my phone and stared through tear-filled eyes in disbelief.  My heart sank as I started reading what was going on.  I felt sick and angry and immediately told my husband, "I want to get our boys."

I paced back and forth from 2:00 until 3:30 until I saw my children's smiling faces get off the bus.  I hugged both of them so tight that they probably stopped breathing for a minute.  I looked at them and started tearing up, knowing that there would be families not able to hug their babies that night.  I explained to them what happened and both had wonderful questions and concerns about why this occurred.  As a parent, you don't have all the answers.  I wish so badly that I could have the correct answers for everything, but I don't.  I simply explained that there are bad people in this world.

In the last week, I have cried numerous times.  I have lost sleep over this.  I wasn't even directly affected by this.  But... I have a first grader.  I cannot even imagine him going through something like that.  I heard stories about first graders sitting in a bathroom with their teacher, with her telling them that she loved them because she wanted to make sure that was the last thing they heard, should they die.  That those same children were crying for their moms and that they wanted to make it to Christmas.  I also have a third grader.  I heard a story about a third grade girl saying she felt like she was going to throw up.  Why?  Why did this have to happen to such innocence babies?

My heart continues to break each passing day.  I have hugged and kissed my children over and over again, telling them just how much I love them.  Today, the flood gates were opened again when I bought the newest People magazine, with the stories of the individuals who lost their lives.  Something has to be done. Whether it be tougher gun laws or better mental health services, SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.




Thursday, September 6, 2012

Teen trends and 11 years

While living in Colorado Springs, I followed my719moms .  I haven't stopped following them because they have some good information that they post about.  :)  Anyway, they just shared this article on Facebook about Teen trends.  I do not have teenage kids yet, but I know I will someday, a day I don't think I'll ever be prepared for. 

My husband and I read this article together and could not believe what teens are doing today for activities.  Two of those activities include vodka eyeballing and car surfing.  Vodka eyeballing involves pouring vodka into your eyeball and car surfing is just that... surfing on a car.  I am always telling myself that I was just a teenager and I remember not believing others when they told me that was I was doing was dumb, stupid, dangerous, or reckless.  Hell, I thought I was invincible.  Now that I look back, I realize that everyone else was right and I was sooo wrong. 

Reading stuff like this reminds me of the scary world that I am raising my children in.  From kidnappers, to child predators, to random shootings in public places... it makes me wish I could just put them back in and keep them safe from all of this.  Of course, that would probably be super painful, but hey, at least I know where they are! ;)

On a different note, we are coming up to the 11th year that I have been with my husband.  9/14/2001.  Technically, I have known him since first grade.  He moved away after first grade, my family stayed, and when my family moved my senior year of high school, I met him on my first day of school and the rest is history.

SOOOO.... It started like this:


First Grade!

High School






Basic Training








 

 And ended up like this:




 
I still can't believe they are all mine.
 
 
Here's to 11 years... the ups, downs and all arounds... and many more to come. <3  
 

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Motherhood... not for the faint of heart.

Everyone always tells you that motherhood is awesome. "Just wait and see." they say. "Best years of your life." they say. I agree 100%. No, I agree 1000%. It has been, by far, the BEST experience during my 28 years of life. However, there are the days that make me question just how awesome it really is.

For example. Here I am sitting at the computer, writing a message, and along comes my sweet stinker little one year old.

"Mama."

"Yes, Jack-ah?"

"Yuck."

When I look down, he's wiping his HUGE booger on my legs, trying to get it off his fingers. Yuck.is.right.

How about the time when I walked into his room to get him up from nap and he's snacking away on poop. Yes. I said POOP. His poop. And I stuck my finger in his mouth, not knowing that was what was in there. GROSS.

How about the time he comes strolling down the hallway, chewing an ant? Usually he likes to smoosh the ones that he finds in the house (luckily, they haven't been too bad this year) and this time he wanted to eat one. Protein anyone?

Lately, when he knows he shouldn't be doing something (or even to just get our attention), he'll make this face...



...and of course, if he gets in trouble while making that face, I can only turn around, get my giggles out, and then go into mommy-mode. What.a.stink.

Oh, and by Murphy's Law, if you put on nice, clean clothes, the baby will always spit up on them. Yes. This happened just two days ago. Tried to look all hot for my husband. Fail. The baby puked all down the front of me and the back of me. This is why, most of the time, you will find me in sweats and a t-shirt. :)

Even with the nasty things my boys do, I wouldn't trade this journey for anything. It is the best journey of my life so far.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Bzzagent Nerf toys!

I don't know how many of you are aware of the company Bzzagent, but I absolutely love them. I have been able to receive products to review (for free) and in turn, I get to keep the items sent to me!

I was given the chance to review Nerf FireVision Sports. My boys were SOOOO excited to get this product because hey! What boy doesn't want light up toys and footballs? Well, when the product came, this was my oldest son's face:



Of course, his Aunt Missy (my sister) was here visiting so they both got in on the action:



A few minutes later:



the 1 year old wanted in. :) (Sorry, my camera is on the fritz)

The coolest thing about this toy is it can be played with in the light or the dark. The player with the red headset will only see red, while the player with the green headset will only see green. Anyone on the outside just sees a plain colored black ball.



According to Nerf FireVision Sports:

When wearing the FireVision Frames in dim or low light, light can be seen from over 100 feet!

The Nerf Firevision Hyperbounce Ball sells for $9.99 plus one pair of frames, the Nerf FireVision Nerfoop sells for $14.99 and includes 1 pair of frames, and each additional Nerf FireVision Frames sell for $5.99 each and are available in red or green, so you can get tons of people in on the fun!

There is also a basketball that you can get for a different sport to play!

This is one toy my kids will not give up for anything. :)