Thursday, February 26, 2009

Weather, Work and Women

Okay, this crazy Texas weather. I noticed on my blog that it was 37 on the 22nd, and it is 91 at this moment, just 4 days later! It was a beautiful day. I have the windows open, curtains tied back, and the fans going on low. It was wonderful....the girls are gone with Rodney to feed the animals and "swim" in the muddy pond. I have no idea why they like that so much. I like swimming but I don't really like squishy mud between my toes.

The baby and I slept in Taylor's old room last night. It was a great improvement over sleeping on the couch. We both slept better and longer, and I was able to get James to nurse lying down. Is that TMI? LOL! Much easier when you are sleepy and it's 4 a.m.

I watched the Left Behind Movie: World at War earlier that night, it was pretty good. I really like Kirk Cameron.

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In researching Creation Science and History for the girls I came across a website called http://www.annomundi.com/bible/index.htm

The gentleman makes some very good cases for many issues I have wondered and ranted about. Here is one excerpt.....

Should Women Go To Work?

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar. She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens. She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard. She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet. She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple. Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant. Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness. She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates. (Proverbs 31:10-31)

This passage is clearly about a working woman who also looks after her household, but there are two points that should be noted:

  • She is not working for an employer and is not under the authority of anyone who tells her when to clock in. Instead she is self-employed, doing the type of work that enables her to set her own working hours, according to the needs of her family. She has some domestic helpers called "maidens", who would undoubtedly be sent into the vineyard that she has planted, so that even at harvest-time she would be able to give priority to her family.
  • She is a mature woman, not newly married. This is evident from the fact that her husband is "known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land". The city gate was the place where people were allowed in or out, with their merchandise, and was rather like a customs post. It was also a place of city administration and judicial authority. A man would not be given a position of authority among the elders if he was young or newly married. He would first have to prove that he could rule his household well, and in this case he had achieved it because it says "let her own works praise her in the gates".

If they had been newly married, her husband would not only be excluded from positions of authority, but for the first year he would also be unable to engage in any activities that take him away from his wife.

When a man hath taken a new wife, he shall not go out to war, neither shall he be charged with any business: but he shall be free at home one year, and shall cheer up his wife which he hath taken. (Deut. 24:5)

This does not mean he cannot work at all for a year. It means he can engage in home-based work such as working in the fields, but he cannot go to some distant place to work in somebody else's field.

The lifestyle of an Israelite couple would therefore be something like this:

  1. For the first year, the man is involved in home-based business. The wife is also involved in home-based business until she has her first child.
  2. When children are born, the wife spends most of her time with them during their early years, and engages in very little commercial activity.
  3. When the children are older, she increases her commercial activities but remains self-employed so that she is in control of her working hours. She does not become a wage-slave to an employer while her children need looking after.

Clearly there are circumstances where this scenario cannot be maintained, for example there might be economic hardship, or there might be no suitable home-based work, but this is the lifestyle that an Israelite family would normally hope to achieve.

It was also the lifestyle of most families here in Britain, before the Second World War, insofar as men went out to work to earn a wage, while women stayed at home to look after the family and occasionally engage in home-based industries where they could produce things for sale in the local market. Then during the war, women were needed to work in the armaments industries, and continued working in factories afterwards. They had discovered that they could do all the industrial jobs that men could do, so why should they stay at home?

After the war, there developed a culture of "factory working girls" who considered work to be normal, regardless of whether or not they had children to look after, and they would make alternative arrangements for the children such as putting them in a creche or hiring a home helper. Once they had found their way into the workplace, they became concerned about their position and began to complain that they didn't get paid the same wage as men for doing the same job, or they didn't have the same opportunities for promotion.

Obviously the question of equal rights for women in the workplace is a reasonable one, if you consider the workplace alone, and in some cases there might be very little else to consider. The problem is that the work culture has affected women in such a way that success at work is the ultimate achievement, while raising a successful family is relegated to secondary importance. This attitude has continued for many years, and has impacted the family so that children feel neglected and lacking in self-esteem, and they eventually turn to crime.

During recent years, there has been widespread concern in Britain that criminals are getting younger. The Crime and Disorder Act was passed in an attempt to deal with child criminals who were previously below the age of responsibility and could not be prosecuted. Also the Act contains provisions for parents who neglect their children and allow them to get out of control. There have been many vague and inconclusive theories in the past, about why people turn to crime, such as greed, adventurism, getting something for nothing, keeping up with the gangland culture, or even insanity. Now that the criminals are getting younger, the causes are obvious. Crime starts in the family, where children are left to fend for themselves while Mum is out at work.

But then there is the excuse that Mum has to go out to work because Dad doesn't earn enough money. While this might be a valid argument in some cases, it doesn't justify almost an entire population of mothers going out to work. It simply becomes a self-perpetuating social evil. If all the working mothers packed it in and went home, there would be plenty of jobs for the men, and there would be no unemployment. To create jobs, there has to be a correct balance between production and consumption. Families are prolific consumers, especially when Mum is around taking the children to the shops, and they can create plenty of jobs for the men.

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The sentence in bold is my emphasis, but it does bear thinking. I agree with the reasons for the younger criminals and that one parent (preferably the mother) should be home full time to care for the children. Very interesting...I'll have to read more of his site and think on it..hmmmm.

Economy Information from Crown

http://www.crown.org/LIBRARY/ViewArticle.aspx?ArticleId=763

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Quote of the Day

"The one thing I learned is that when the storm hits, its too late to think about being prepared. You have to think: if a disaster strikes, how long can you feed and protect your family? I add to my provisions every day."

Octuplet dilemma

I have tried so hard to stay out of this discussion, but I am so frustrated. Where are people's minds? Why are they giving this woman such a hard time? It's crazy, and frankly it's none of people's business.

The newest incidence that has set me off is when the hospital where the babies are currently has threatened to not release the babies to their mom. This is outrageous! The hospital has zero authority.

Everyone seems to have an opinion on this woman's actions, but frankly it's not anyone's right. Now it would not have been my choice to have so many babies at one time, but she is not the first woman to do so. What about the Goesslin's sextuplets or the septuplets born in 1997, the McCaughey's (sp)? The only difference that I can see is that she is single and they are not. When did it become a crime to not be married. Yes, I believe it is a sin to have children out side of wedlock but that is another discussion. Nothing this woman has done has been illegal.

In my opinion, she needs to take her children and move.

I applaud her decision to not selectively reduce her babies while pregnant. Everyone knows that a high percentage of implanted embryos terminate on their own, so it isn't like she was really expecting to have this many children. And from what I understand she was only implanted with six, and two embryos divided into twins. That's nature folks, and nothing she could control.

I do believe she needs to take any money she has made on these interviews and buy a home OUTSIDE the State of California. Pay cash, so she doesn't have to worry about a house payment.

I also don't think it's a problem that she receives any kind of state aid, I mean that is what it's there for right? While I don't like any social programs, they exist, and if she qualifies, she is no worse off than any other "welfare mothers" that park themselves on state aid.

I believe this mom is correct and that she is being singled out for her single status.

The media needs to stop judging her. If there is a problem stop interviewing her, and others like her. Stop glorifying multiple births if it is a problem for you. And for goodness sakes start minding your own business. I am quite certain anyone else wouldn't stand for the public scrutiny of their lives.

It's not our job to police this woman's motives, no more than it is to question the Duggar's for having 18 children. We already have too many laws infringing our freedoms, do we really need more? It has to end someplace.

Sure, marvel at the scientific nature of a woman have eight children that survive. What a miracle?! But anything else is just plain noisiness. I guess everyone criticizing her doesn't have a life and should get one.

I for one will be praying for wisdom and strength for her, and good health for the children. I understand the needs of a preemie and a disabled child, I also understand the criticism of having an unpopular pregnancy. I can't tell you the amount of flack I have received with having my fourth child recently. It seems everyone has an opinion about the number of children I should have, my age, etc., etc., Prayer is definitely needed for this woman.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Whew! the baby was on a marathon eating schedule today. By the time I arrived home from church he was nursing every hour. I finally resorted to giving him 2 oz of formula because I had nothing left, and he was frustrated. At about 10 p.m. I massaged him with baby oil, put a clean diaper on, and a sleeper. I then bundled him up in a flannel blanket, fed him the formula, and he fell asleep. He has been fussy and frustrated all day. I guess he is extra hungry and getting ready to grow?? I have no other explanation.

It was chilly last night (37) and is 36 tonight. I just ran out to the car to bring in some wood and have started a fire. The Moses Basket is on the coffee table in front of the wood stove and James is asleep in there, snoozing away, finally.

I've been hemming my flannel fabric for additional blankets for the baby. So far I have finished three and am working on another. I really like the Panda fabric one. Well, I am off to finish planning what needs to be purchased to get the cabin in living order, plus deciding what to take with us, leave behind, sell and or trash.

Friday, February 20, 2009

The Weekly 10

Okay, I must be blind, because I just discovered this breakdown at the curriculum site I use for the girls. It will come in very handy.

The Weekly 10

    Relgious Study (daily): Bible stories, devotions, Christian Martyrs, Bible study & application, Christian Classics, Hymns, Catechism, Christian Biography.

    Language Arts or English (daily): Spelling, Vocabulary, Phonics, Grammar, Composition, Public Speaking, Letter Writing, Literature (see below), Poetry, Memorization & Recitation, Penmanship, Latin & other Foreign Languages.

    Literature or Reading (daily): Classic Fiction, Mysteries, Science Ficiton, Poetry, Short Stories, Girls Books, Boys Books, Fairy Tales, Nursery Rhymes, Fables, Legends, Tall Tales, Historical Ficiton, Shakespeare.

    Mathematics (daily): Arithmetic, Pre-Algebra, Algebra, Geometry, Trigonometry, Calculus.

    History (weekly-Monday): State History, American History, World History, Ancient History, Biography, Historical Documents, Historical Ficiton.

    Social Studies (weekly-Tuesday): Geography, Map Making & Reading, Civics, Economics, Current Events, Sociology, Anthropology, Philosophy, Women's Studies.

    Life Skills (weekly-Wednesday): Consumer Math & Accounting; Home Economics: Cooking, Cleaning, Sewing; Computer, Internet & Touch Typing; Driving a Car; Shopping for Food & Clothing; Pet Care; Doing Chores; Hunting & Fishing; Gardening; Home Maintainence; Carpentry & Repair.

    Science(weekly-Thursday): Nature Study, Physiology, Health, Biology, Mechanics, Chemistry, Physics, Botany, Agriculture.

    Character (weekly-Friday): Morals, Manners, Decision Making, Modesty, Proper Dress, Proper Attitude, Proper Conduct, Plutarch's Lives.

    Electives (weekly-Friday): Art, Music, Photography, Camcording, Handicrafts, Emergency Preparedness, Sports, Hobbies, Games.

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    James will be three weeks old on Monday, and I think it is time for us to get back into some sort of routine. I don't like that we sit around so much in the morning. Here is a planned schedule

    9 a.m. - get up, dressed and eat

    10 a.m. - chores (make beds, pick up living room and bathroom)

    11 a.m. - start school work

    12 NOON - lunch

    1 p.m. to 3 p.m. - school work

    3 p.m. - wash dishes and start dinner preps



Thursday, February 19, 2009

Racial Issues

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090219/ap_on_go_ca_st_pe/holder_race

Frankly, this news article bothered me. I mean it really seemed typically one sided...the black side of things, as professed by the man in the article.

I don't consider myself a racist at all. I grew up in the D.C./Maryland area in the 1970s, and the majority of my friends were black, though one was white and the other part Filipino. My best friend in 5th grade was a girl named Tracy Austin, I wonder how she is doing today?

When we moved to San Antonio there were not any blacks in our schools, only hispanic. It was kind of a culture shock to me, because black friends and neighbors were all I knew. I was shy and had a hard time making friends, this was compounded by the fact that many of the hispanic girls mature early, and were kind of rough talking. I was constantly threatened and ridiculed by these girls in school. Eventually in high school I did make friends. My two best friends at that time were Laura and Lisa, both hispanic. But I didn't think of them as my hispanic friends, they were just Laura and Lisa to me. I didn't and still don't choose my friends based on their race, but on how they treat me, and what we share in common.

Having said that, let me address the article. I don't believe we are a nation of cowards when it comes to race. What I have noticed and learned is that it is perfectly okay for a black person to make a statement regarding race, whether their own, or commenting on how "unfair" whites are to them. But if a white person makes a comment back they are then considered racist. Well, you can't have it both ways. Either every American is free to make a comment, good or bad, about race, or no one should speak about it all. To me it is irrelevant. I believe people need to be judged by their contributions, their behavior, and attitude and not the color of their skin.

Let's take our illustrious president for one. I don't like him, period. It's not a black/white race issue, because frankly he is more Arab than black. The reasons I don't like him have to do with his politics, and the short time he has been in office had just proved my fears and suppositions correct. He is a socialist, and is going to wreak havoc on our individual freedoms. But that is not the discussion here.

I am tired of hearing about race. If you are white, black, hispanic, American Indian, or whatever get over yourself. You are entitled to nothing that you have not personally worked your butt off for. In today's society you are only oppressed if you allow yourself to be, this doesn't mean you get to be obnoxious and force your way through life. This type of attitude only breeds resentment, and makes others of your race and culture look bad. No one in this country is entitled to free housing, food, medical care, education, etc. Where has the American work ethic gone? If you want something, work hard for it, don't complain that you don't have something because of your race. That is a cop out, and does not make me feel sorry for anyone.

If you live in a bad neighborhood, move. If it is that bad, and you are in fear for your life, walk out. You don't need money to move, just go. If you stay, you get what you get. If you have a poor job or education, work harder to get ahead, don't expect something because you happen to be a "minority".

I also don't believe in distinguishing people by African American, etc., you are either one or the other. There is no such thing as African American or Mexican American. You are American period (if legal), and are identifying culturally as black or hispanic. I don't identify myself as Irish, German, Scots American, I am American. I am proud of my heritage, and I love St. Patrick's Day, always have. My kids have a small part of American Indian thanks to a great-great-great grandmother (around the Trail of Tears era an Indian woman named Mary married into my husband's family). Our family is a true melting pot of cultures, blended into what it means to be an American.

I am not a coward when it comes to race, but the American people have been ingrained to be "politically correct" and it hasn't been PC to talk about someone's color for the past 40 years. My suggestion is that we need to remember that if you are a legal citizen, we are all Americans, and need to work together to make this country great and to maintain our individual freedoms. Stop letting the government and those dissenters side track you with the race discussion. It's counterproductive.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Pictures of James...with his eyes OPEN


James - 2 weeks 2 days

Just chillin'
I receive KLOVE's encouraging word for the day in my email. Today's verse was Romans 5:1, "Therefore, since we have been made right in God’s sight by faith, we have peace with God because of what Jesus Christ our Lord has done for us". A great reminder for me today.

In Psalm 18:6 it states "In my distress I called to the Lord, I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears."

I have been feeling depressed for the past year and a half, and feel I am slowly climbing my way back up. This past year has included too many changes, and I am not one for changes. I also like being in control, and it's been a hard refresher course learning that I am not.

Another thing on my mind lately is evangelism. The Bible calls us to witness to others, and to tell them about the Good News of God's love, and how he sent his son to die for their sins, so that all may come to him and go to heaven. I have been very lax in this area. I don't have too many people that cross my path that need to be told this....I need to be more aware of those who come into my life that God wants me to talk to....by staying home and only hanging around other Christians I am not doing what God wants me to....I have hidden behind caring for the kids, home schooling, being pregnant, being tired, lack of money, etc., While God calls us to not be of the world, that doesn't mean we are to NEVER associate with non-christians. It isn't possible to bring others to Christ if we don't ever go where there are non-christians. This is an area of my life I need to work on.

Please pray for me as I work on:

1) humility
2) patience
3) evangelism
4) obedience

Monday, February 16, 2009

And the Award goes to.......


The Sister of the Year Award goes to my sister Ann. She was a great source of comfort and help to me. She came by the hospital several times, especially sneaking in after visiting hours with food from Applebees, and sacks full of groceries (like celery and peanut butter, fruit juice, granola bars and other healthy snacks). It was lonely being there by myself as Rodney couldn't stay up there all the time since he was watching after the girls. I am a night owl, so was normally wide awake at night watching TV and reading books and magazines that Ann brought me. Thanks Ann!

The Mom of the Year Award goes to my mom, Elizabeth. She came out before James was born, and stayed for almost two weeks helping me to get the house in order, and hoping that the baby would be born while she was here. She missed him by a few days, but will be back down in March to see him and my step father's new grandchild, who was born a few days after James. (Okay, Melissa is a copy cat! ;-) - Just joking.....

I do want to take a moment and thank everyone who helped out during my pregnancy and after I had the baby. I am pleading old age, senility, and just plain tiredness.

Thanks also goes to my friend Bonita for providing meals and taking Hannah for several hours to play with her 6 year old daughter
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Other Thanks go out to:

Rebecca Hall (friend)
Kelly and Cheryl (Pastor and friends)
Mrs. Workman (Pastor's mom, long time church member and friend)
Kim Mitchell
Donna Henderson
The Women at Frugal Christian Wives (thanks for worrying about me)
The Castros (our neighbors who brought food and a baby gift)

If I have forgotten you, I am sorry. I have a list somewhere and am working on writing thank you notes.

**As an update: I went to the doctor today for a two week check up post partum, and the doctor was amazed at how well my c-section incision had healed (I took the herb Arnica afterwards, and I believe it really helped. While I was in extreme pain the first week, this second week I haven't needed any kind of pain reliever.) I have lost 13 lbs, no you can't know how much I weight now!

James had an appointment to have his second PKU done today. He didn't enjoy being messed with....after the appointment I took the girls to eat at Acadiana cafe. We ate in the corner, and I kept the baby's car seat covered with a blanket. Trying to avoid drafts and germs, but I really wanted something to eat other than grilled cheese and fast food. He slept the entire time, and all the way home.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Taking a Moment...

the baby is currently asleep, it won't last for long, as he feel asleep while eating, so he'll wake up to finish probably.

I thought I'd start writing the "birth story". These seem popular to post about.

I was scheduled to be induced on Tuesday, Feb 3rd. The doctor and I have been in conflict over many issues during this pregnancy. One being the due date (I maintain I was past 40 weeks, she disagrees), and the other my refusal to undergo testing for down syndrome. Due to my "advanced maternal age" there were several tests that she wanted me to do, but I refused. It didn't matter to me, as I wouldn't have terminated the pregnancy if the tests were positive for down syndrome. I preferred to wait and see, rather than be upset the rest of the pregnancy.

I prayed throughout the pregnancy that the baby would be healthy, and if it was God's decision that we would be able to handle a baby with down syndrome. We've already had one son with a disability, and it would have been hard to have another. So far, he is healthy, and I am glad, and anxious to keep him that way.

Anyway, on Sunday, Feb 1st (my brother's birthday) I woke up feeling strange, I didn't have any contractions, just a feeling that I can't explain. Arriving home from church I laid down, but around 3 p.m. I started having regular contractions about 5 minutes apart. I thought that I should get up and pick up and make sure the dishes were washed just in case I had the baby that night. Around 5 p.m. I told Rodney I was going to take a shower and then I wanted him to take me to the hospital. I was 1/2 certain I would be sent home, because I've always managed to get one false labor run to the hospital with each baby.

Rodney dropped me off at the door to Labor and Delivery, so he could park and bring the girls in. I had already pre-registered with the hospital so it was pretty simple to walk up to the desk. I made the mistake of saying "Wow, it's quiet". The nurses went ballistic on me, telling me that no one is to EVER say that in Labor and Delivery and that I just cursed them for the night. Sure enough, that night four babies were born, BEFORE James was born.

The nurses put me in an LDR room, and checked to see if I was dilated. I was to 3 cm. They checked with the doctor on call (not my doctor - gee thanks) and he said to keep me an hour to see if I progressed any. An hour later I was at 6 cm. The contractions were nothing, hardly felt them at all, and I was shocked to be at 6 cm, and even entertained the thought of doing without the epidural, but common sense prevailed, and I opted to go ahead. I didn't want to wait until it was too late to get one at all. Just to let everyone know, I always need more pain meds than normal (novacaine, etc.). The epidural meds wore off fast and the anesthesiologist was surprised at how quickly he need to give me more meds. I did opt to hold off for a while, because I wasn't really in any pain.

The nurses started rushing around getting ready for what they felt was a very rushed birth. They were certain that the baby would be born in the next hour or so due to how fast I progressed to the 6 cm.

I remember we were watching the Super Bowl on the LDR tv, Rodney was sleeping in the recliner most of the time ;-) Two of my sisters (Ashley and April) showed up. I was surprised as April was hosting the church's Super Bowl party at her home, but she came anyway. I thought that was nice. They stayed for about 4 hours. The nurses kept commenting about my water needing to break, and that it wouldn't be too long. But apparently, it was too long for Hannah. She was hanging backwards out of a chair and said she was so tired and wanted to go to bed, and that if my water didn't break soon, she was going to do it herself. That made us all laugh. Around midnight April and Ashley decided they would go, Hannah went with them, so she could go to bed.

Over the next few hours I SLOWLY progressed to 8 and 9 cm, and began to actively push around 2 a.m. Three hours later there was no progess, the baby was stuck, not being able to fit around my pubic bone. The fetal monitor showed his heartbeat going away during each contraction, and when the cord slipped out first and began to be constricted, the doctor decided that I needed a c-section. I was just devasted. I fell apart and started to cry. I don't cry easy either. Good thing Hannah had gone home with my sister April earlier. I was hoping that Lauren and Rodney could both go into the operating room with me, but due to Lauren's age she wasn't allowed. Rather than let her stay out by herself and worry, I had Rodney stay with her, and I went in by myself. I was very scared, and continued to cry. The anesthesiologist, Dr. Rush (I believe), was a grey haired older man who was very nice, kind and had a gentle voice (Very uncommon in my opinion for a male doctor), he held my hand and talked to me the entire time. The did have to opt out of the epidural, as it wouldn't take. So, I was given morphine (or so I was told) to complete the c-section. It was fast. He was born at 5:33 a.m.

He had a problem breathing, so they rushed him to the NICU to check him out. He didn't stay in there long though and was soon brought to my room. A couple of issues with him were that he developed an eye infection in his left eye, had really bad jaundiced, and was under the photo therapy lights for four days. He also was diagnosed with something called CRP, and had to stay on IV antibiotics for a couple of days.

We were discharged on Thursday afternoon, and left the hospital around 5 p.m. Around 7 p.m. I began feeling strange, and started having the shakes really bad. I took my temperature and it was 99.3. I waited 30 minutes and took it again, it was 101. I had been told at the hospital to come back immediately if my temp was over 100.4. We headed for the hospital around 7:30 p.m. It was a nightmare. Once again my doctor was not on call (it figures) and I had to deal with the most moronic doctor I have ever dealt with (I am officially filing a complaint because of his stupidity). The doctor refused to admit me, and made me sit in the ER waiting room for 6 hours, severely sick, for an ER doctor to check me out. Rodney was sent home as the ER didn't allow newborns due to the fear of disease. Good idea, but scary because now Rodney had to take care of the baby by himself. On top of being sick, I was worried about the baby. I was breastfeeding, he had just had his circumcision done, and Rodney had never cared for any of our kids by himself, especially one so new. I don't even remember anything after that...I woke up in a dark room, not knowing where I was at. I was very scared. I remember being aware that I was holding Rodney's cell phone in my hand (I had left mine at home by accident). It was 5 a.m. I called him crying telling him I was lost and didn't know where I was at. He told me that I was fine, talked to me for a while, and then I must have hung up because the next time I woke up he was bending over me. He started teasing me about the good drugs they were giving me if I thought I was lost. I guess I grew worse in the ER, and they admitted me to the hospital, but I am distinctly uncomfortable that I don't remember, and that since I was so sick, that the on call doctor should have admitted me right away, instead of having me sit in the ER waiting room so long. Later, Rodney told me how he stopped at the grocery store at 1 a.m. to buy formula, diapers and bottles. He picked the Avent bottles, which are expensive, but ones I would have picked. He scrutinized all the formulas and picked the one that James had been drinking in the hospital, and even bought tiny little Winnie the Pooh new born diapers. I love Winnie the Pooh. I am using cloth diapers, but I knew it would be easier for him with the disposables. He did a good job taking care of the baby and the girls.

To make a long story short, I had/have a uterine infection. I stayed in the hospital until Saturday morning on IV antibiotics. The nurses were great, I really liked them. They brought me a breast pump and I pumped and dumped the milk down the sink. The baby couldn't have the milk due to the strong medications for infection and pain that I was on. I was so relieved to be able to go home Saturday morning. I've been resting a lot. I didn't fill my prescriptions because they cost $40.00 each, and I had 5 of them. I am not taking anything now but my prenatal vitamins. At first for pain I took 600 mg of Ibuprofen that I had on hand, I am anemic, but am taking care to eat right and am taking a Beef Tonic from Watkins for low iron. I go to the doctor on Monday, so we will see if I am still anemic. I hope not, because I don't want to explain to the doctor why I didn't take the iron pills she prescribed me.

All in all, this pregnancy was the healthiest, but the most painful and traumatic (due to the c-section) and I am greatly relieved it is over. I believe in large families, but I don't think I will be having any more babies, at least that is the plan. I will be 40 in April, and after the results of this pregnancy I don't think it is in my best interest to have any more. So, I am off to the feed store to get those bands and "fix" Rodney myself LOL!

*I am taking Cephaclor (sp?) for the uterine infection, and I went and purchased iron tablets (over the counter for $7.00).

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I'm Sorry

I just wanted to tell everyone that I am sorry if I have not personally called you regarding the baby being born. I didn't even call all my family, only my mom, and she spread the word. It's been a hectic, trying and painful week. More so, than expected.

If you would like to call me please do so, I am home resting, but we aren't having too many visitors since the flu is going around.

We are doing great, and getting back into our school work today, and I am "cleaning" or rather picking up, one room a day. With Lauren's help (a lot of it) the laundry is getting done, as well as, her help with feeding, changing and watching the baby. She will be a great mother, and has been a great help, first to Rodney, who had to watch the baby for two days while I was in the hospital, and now to me. Rodney has gone back to work, after taking off an unprecedented week. Due to the c-section I had, and the subsequent complications, he took off to care for the girls and then the baby. He did a great job! I will share the entire story later.

Off to eat lunch and rest before the baby wakes up to nurse.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

He is Here!


James born 2/2/09, 5:33 a.m. by c-section

7 lbs 7 oz, 19.5 inches long

more later! I'll post more pictures later when I download Lauren's camera. She took lots of pictures.