HELP!! I misplaced my lap!

A few short minutes ago I was driving down the road attempting to dig out my credit card to get gas.  Normally I can manage driving straight, even on the icy, slushy, wet roads of the county while multitasking.  But this morning when I reached for my small purse to place it on my lap to dig, I realized there was no lap for it to sit.  It immediately hit the steering wheel and fell back to the floor.  Not sure why but this dumbfounded me!  Even though at eight and one-half months pregnant you would think I would expect this.  But, as shocked as I was, I kept driving to the gas station and dug for the card once I put the car in park.  Now that I am home and rethinking the situation, someone must have moved my seat forward!!  Just in case, if anyone has seen my lap please return it to me, ASAP!!!

Tomorrow is a snow storm and my first appointed at the OB clinic in AnnArbor.  Not sure if those two will go very well together, but eager to learn the birth plan.  Mr. Weather man, we all know you are about 30% correct in your weather predictions and yet you continue to keep your day job, so please let tonight and tomorrow be one of those time you are wrong.  You know you will not be repremanded, called into the office, or written up, so JUST BE WRONG!!  I hold the upmost respect for you Mr. Weatherman, if I was wrong 70% during my nursing shifts, I would not only be fired instantly, but be in court!!  If I only did CPR on a human at 30% correctness, no one would ever live another day.  If I only gave the correct meds 30% of the time, people would never feel better.  Should I even mention if my success rate for IV starts with one try was only 30%, imagine those patient complaints!!  But Mr. Weatherman, if you are ok with your working statistics, then plunge on, and be WRONG tonight!!!  Thanks in advance!  (ps. I made up the 30/70 split, it may be worse some days!)

What's in a Name

I laid awake last night thinking about what to blog next and wondering why I didn't pick up this activity any sooner.  I used to write things down, probably things that make no sense now and my children will find them someday when they clean out my attic and I am long gone.  This blogging is much like a diary for the world to see, guess nothing is private these days.

So I was thinking about Tylers name.  It was chosen long before any news of his cleft lip and palate.  He was almost an Alexander, to carry on the "A" names in our family.  But one night I disclosed to Daddy that I was going to call him Xander with an "X".  The name was changed two minutes after that declaration!  Daddy said "that's it, it's got to be Tyler".  Not keeping the same initals as his sisters, or for any other reason besides Daddy liked Tyler and thought it was fit.  I agreed, as I just wanted a firm name that we could call him when talking about him to the girls.  I wanted Tyler to be real to them, not just "the baby".  Ten minutes after Tyler was decided on, the middle name came into conversion.  Ivan won.  Ivan is after my grandfather and my Dad.  Tyler Ivan seemed to have a nice ring to it.  I am hoping Tyler possesses some of the qualities in those two men he is named after.  He is already showing some qualities of my grandfather.  He was a fighter thru and thru.  He endured many medical battles and limped thru them all with a smile on his face.  No one was ever going to tell him his limits.  He would come back after every "episode" stronger and more determined to prove everyone wrong.  He wasn't out of the hospital but days when he would mix up some bake goods and call everyone to come pick them up.  Tyler is going to endure some medical issues of his own and if he can draw the strength from his great-grandpa he will pull thru them all, smiling along the way.  Then, we have Tylers grandpa that also carries the middle name of Ivan.  I am guessing Tyler will be the strong, silent type, who takes it all in but says very little, like his grandpa.  Tyler will probably not be able to get a word in any conversation because his sisters are so verbal.  But I can imagine Tyler will be sitting back staring at them and thinking,, what the hell?!! 

I think Tyler Ivan will live up to all the reasons for his name choice.  He is going to defy the odds over and over again.  He was never meant to have an "A" name like his sisters, he is blazing his own path in this world even before he has entered it.

Had I Known

I am hoping "Blogging" will be a therapeutic outlet, for me, a soon-to-be stay at home mom.  Had I known this pregnancy was going to turn in trouble I would have started the therapeutic work earlier.  Let's catch every one up.  Daddy and I are on our third pregnancy.  We already have two happy, healthy, crazy haired girls.  They are best friends and rivals all in the same hour.  They keep us on our toes and push our buttons constantly, none-the-less, they are OURS thru and thru.  The decision to have a third baby was a quick one.  We were both pushing our mid-thirties and knew we had to act fast.  We couldn't convience ourselves that we would be satisified with the two girls and give up our dream for a boy.  So during the summer of 2010 we pressed on for a third.  And it happened.  Mommy was sick at the beginning, then bled for a while with a placenta in the wrong spot, and now, a diagnosis of a birth defect.  We were estatic with the news of a boy.  We thought we were destined for three girls!  And there we were thinking about car nurserys and blue clothes.  Mommy was more than happy to rid the babys room of any pink items.  Then at week 33 mommy had an ultrasound done that showed a break in the baby's upper lip.  Mommy knew instantly there was a problem.  The next few days were a whirlwind of information, tears, and changes in plans.  Ultimately, Daddy and Mommy ended up at the University of Michigan talking with doctors about birthing plans and after birth events.  We learned Baby Tyler will have two breaks in his upper lip, unknown extent of cleft palate, and possibly a six toe on the left foot.  I am thinking of toe thing was just thrown in for shits and giggles.  We have been assured that he shows no other measurements or signs of trouble.  We have changed our birthing plan to include the closeness of an NICU, just in case.  Mommy is getting used to the idea of delivering in a different hospital and ultimately staying home until Tyler no longer needs her exclusively.  These are ideas I never thought I would have to endure, as I love being a mother, but also very much love my job as an RN at our local hospital.  I will be continueing my nursing career, but within the four walls of my own home.  We have four and a half (not five!) weeks left to continue the healing from the birth news.  Everyday is getting better, and I am sure I will revisit some of these "Mommy" feelings when Tyler is born.  For now, I sit back, feel him kick everyfew minutes, and constantly remind myself we will all get thru this.  And be stronger for it in the long run.......... who knows,, maybe this blog will be not only therapeutic for Mommy but a best seller someday!