A little Oliver Graham drama.

So, we knew for a while that my placenta wasn't attached in the best place.  However, we had HIGH HOPES that as I grew and Ollie G grew that it would move.  Unfortunately, it hasn't.  I have what is called placenta previa (I refuse to google research this.  My sister did tell me that my risk was increased if I did a lot of coke.)

Basically, my placenta is partially covering my cervix which means I will have to have a C Section.  I do not want this.  But, it is what it is.  What happens is also that randomly you bleed.  I woke up a few weeks ago in blood.  Check into the hospital.  They monitored me for 2 days.  OG's heart beat stayed strong.  I didn't have any contractions.  I was sent home on bed rest.  Some of that bed rest was lifted--I could pick up my kids.  Then, it happened again.  Back in the hospital for 2 days for monitoring.  Heart rate strong.  Some "irritable uterus".  No contractions.  Strict bed rest.

How do you do this?  I have two small children.  I am home with them.  How does one tell a one and four year old that you can't pick them up?  Tha tyou can't go play?  That you can't go to the pool?  or anything you usually do?

Thankfully, my husband is amazing.  My mom has come twice.  So generous.  My sister.  My friend Deana.  My friend Katie who brought me food.  My friend Cate who sent the BEST "get well" package--ever.  It had a book.  Shower wipes.  Dry shampoo.  lip gloss.  an arts and crafts project.  AND CHOCOLATE.  I'm sure I'm missing something.  It was so so kind.

So that is the update.  I'm sitting around waiting for this to happen again, and hoping that it doesn't.  I want him to stay in as long as possible.  I don't want to go back to the hospital until this baby is born.  The next time I have another "episode" I'm in for good.  Lets avoid that.  Because though I don't love having a needle in my arm 24-7, sleeping in a hospital bed, being away from my family (terrible), I want this baby to grow grow grow.  stay stay stay.  thrive thrive thrive.

So that's that.  He's trying to one up Meyer's drama of jaundice, extreme spit up for a year, a visit to the children's hospital, and helmet head.  Touche.

Griffin is 4.

On July 22, 2014 my big boy turned 4.  He has been talking about his birthday for the better part of a year.  He has been inviting people to his birthday party for about that long.  We were going to have a Firestation birthday.  But a lot has changed this last year so we changed our minds.  G was going on vacay with my fam the week before what would be his party and then they wouldn't be able to come AND we were going to be in town for camp and all together so why not celebrate early and with FAMILY.  Including Ben's grandmother, who we couldn't figure out how to get to Austin.  Anyway, so we celebrated about 4x for this four year old.  Once with Ben's family and Tabo at her home.  The boys were kind of a hit at the nursing home.  Our favorite pizza.  ice cream.  lemonade.  presents.  Then we headed to my parents house and did fireworks, had hot dogs, cheetos, cake, presents and legos.  It was perfect.

Once we had a few weeks for the lego obsession to sink in we decided to have a lego "party" at his school.  We brought pizza and cupcakes.  At home we had cake.  lego candles.  presents.  etc etc.  He was celebrated.  And he is worth celebrating.

He has gotten big.  He has lost his baby face.  He still talks more than any four year old ever.  His vocabulary is ridiculous.  He loves legos.  He still loves trains.  We got him two lego trains.  He brings joy.  Questions.  SO MANY QUESTIONS.  He doesn't nap.  "Not any day ever."  He is over watching tv.  He has made friends at school.  most of them are girls.  He makes paper airplanes.  He loves his bubba.  most of the time.  He loves his mama.  He has a LOT of sass.  He's going to make it big in this world.

Oh, and did I mention the trampoline?  Sweetest of sweet boys.  Best laugher.  Ever.  Compassionate soul.  Generous.  And Sassy.  I could not be more proud of you.

Meyer Boo 15 months old

You are the cutest, and almost, sweetest 15 month old I know.  You have your moments of temper and hitting.  Then you break down into massive tears.  It's still cute.  You have about 25 different smiles.  You still are (thank goodness) a good sleeper.  Pretty sure that by this time your brother had still not slept through the night.  You love to be held.  You are everywhere and in everything (like the toilet.)  You are observing everything.  Then imitate.  You can THROW.  You love balls.  If you see a ball you are constantly saying "ba-ba-ba- baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."  You need all the balls.  I love when you do something that you aren't supposed to and get REAL proud of yourself.  Love that face.  You still have an awesome gap tooth smile that I can't get enough of.  You say lots of things.  Mostly.  Not as much as your brother, but really?  That one is a talker.

Mostly, Meyer boo.  We can't get enough of you.  It's love true love. (and you are now 16 months old.  oops.)

Dr. Black, I presume.

Have I mentioned that Dr. Black is teaching a class at UT (university of Texas) again this semester?  Impressive, no?  Well, DR. Black teaches on Monday's and Wednesdays over lunch-ish time (no I do not know the name of the class... one that was not required for my BS in Psych, Reli Studies or Sociology.)

Yesterday, he told me that he stopped at Spec's (our big liquor store) to get a sandwich for lunch.  He just couldn't come up with somewhere quick on his way from UT back to his office (ummm... what?) except there.

I was all, "you couldn't find somewhere to stop other than specs?  I can think of a lot of places."

"Well, not that also sold whiskey.  I was out... the sandwich was really good though.  You missed the point."

True love.

Later, dude.

In pure sweetness mode Meyer loves packing a bag and saying "bye". This is usually unprompted and repeated over and over with lots of kisses given. Ignore that this one is massively prompted, and has my annoying mom voice.

Also note, as of today, he also face first trust alls when collapsing into a fit. Sounds like another video for another day.

And no, I will never learn to turn my phone the proper way.  Le sigh.

24 ish/25 weeks

When you have your 3rd baby all surprise style you will find that you can't keep up with anything.  Like your current pregnancy.  I continue to say that I love being pregnant.  I like it.  I'm not sure if that is tied to wearing elastic pants or to my genuine love of being KU'd.  Except not getting to wear adorable new clothes, or make myself go running.  One of those is lack of motivation.

So here is one of those questionnaire things.

How Far Along - 6 months.  Due Oct. 27


Total Weight Gained - I think 15 or 16 lbs.   

Maternity Clothes - all the maternity clothes.

Sleep -  I haven't had a big problem so far.  I mean, I have my normal here and there of no sleep.   

Best Moments of the Week - I PASSED MY GLUCOSE TEST.  I haven't failed yet, but felt certain I would this time because of being at camp.  I celebrated with a donut.  Another best moment.

Movement - Good movement.  I heart feeling him move.  I love seeing him move.  

Food Cravings - Hmmm... comes and goes.  I haven't had anything weird this time.  Could be that I eat my other kids left overs all the time.  

Morning Sickness - None.

Gender - Boy.

Labor Signs - None. 

Belly Button - Flattening.

What I Miss - Training for a race.  A good buzz.

What I'm Looking Forward To -  Ben and I stay-cationing next weekend! 

Weekly Wisdom - You should be more prepared than me. 

Milestones - Glucose pass.  6 months.  I've mostly done nothing else to prepare except wear all the elastic.

Other moms.

I mostly keep to myself.  I talk to everyone, fo sho, but in the parenting gig thing I mostly just focus on my kids when we go places.  Also, I occasionally find other kids annoying.  Mine too.  Not saying they are perfect.  Anyway.... as you have seen G$ is in the swimming world.

The pool makes me massively anxious.  I watch him in swimming lessons because really, the 17 year old swim instructor can't watch everyone and three kids age 5, almost 4, and 3... is a lot to keep up with.  (along with the other classes going on.)  Today, G kept going off the step when it wasn't his turn.  Finally, one time at the end, he couldn't make it back up.

Mama saves.

He cries.

I hold him on the side of the pool.  Lessons are over and we are the only people sitting there.  Him crying.  Me holding him when another mom walks up.

She proceeds to tell me about how when she was growing up and in swimming lessons her mom went to get a snack and the swim instructor thought she had made it to the side, but she didn't and she fell to the bottom and panicked, and some lady grabbed her by her hair and saved her.  Otherwise she wouldn't be here.

Um........................

Why, other moms?  Why?