Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Top Five Magazines

So I've realized that I have a lot of magazine subscriptions...like 7 (that I can think of).  This is not to mention that we get the paper daily, Joey has a subscription to some money magazine, and Logan and I each receive a Boy Scout magazine.  Oh, and Logan gets a Lego's magazine too.  It's a lot of paper. 

So, in conclusion, the following are my top 5:
  1. Entertainment Weekly - this lovely magazine keeps me up to date on the happenings in TV land, the movies, music, and books.  I find out a lot of things early and hear a little gossip at the same time.  And while Lost was on they provided very good coverage and recaps.
  2. Vanity Fair - the only one on the list that I don't receive anymore.   But really, they have such interesting and varied articles.  Usually there's one about a star each month, but it's not necessarily a current star - it could be Marilyn Monroe, for instance.  There's usually a couple of political articles - some I find interesting and some I just skip.  And there's usually something to do with Hollywood.  Overall, it's well rounded and interesting, but kind of lengthy because of the long articles.
  3. Good Housekeeping - of course, they give products the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, so how could I not love it?  Along with the seal though, they have lots of great tips and articles for a real household and family.
  4. Better Homes & Gardens - in my opinion, this magazine competes very closely with Southern Living, which I also receive (mom gifts me a subscription every year).  A lot of months, I even notice that their cover pictures are similar.  But for me, BHG is the winner.  It's easier for me to relate to, even though I do love some things about Southern Living, too (particularly the monthly house plan). 
  5. Parents - when I first had Logan I actually received a magazine similar to this one called Parenting as well.  Parents won out, however, because it provides more information in a more pleasant way.  I've picked up so many tips from this magazine, from potty training (every child is different) to napping (no longer applies to this mom). 

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Let's Hang

Every morning I get ready for work in our bathroom.  I take a shower, put on makeup, and get dressed all in that one room.  Then I pass through our bedroom on my way to the kitchen, stopping to pick up my jewelry from the jewelry box on my dresser.  This can be a little tricky, especially in the winter months when it's so dark in the mornings.  See, because Joey is still sleeping, I don't want to turn on a light.  Not to mention the fact that my necklaces don't hang in the jewelry box, but on the little handle and over a picture frame.  Not the best places to store jewelry.

Originally, I considered copying my sister Catherine and making this, but altering it to work for necklaces.  Then I realized - I don't have the stuff to make it and I don't want to go buy it.  Then, as I was looking through my coupons for my weekly Wal-Mart trip I came across one for $1 off Command picture hanging hooks.  They're the hooks that stick to the wall, but easily come off by pulling down on the tape.  I gave it some thought, and decided I would see if they had some very small hooks, and hang them on the inside of the medicine cabinet door...which is currently very blank.


A trip to Wal-Mart, $1.94, and 5 minutes of "work" and I have this:

The perfect place to hang my necklaces without them getting tangled, that required no craftiness from me.  Jealous?  Yeah, I didn't think so.  But it makes me happy.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Book vs. Movie: The Lovely Bones

I watched the movie, The Lovely Bones, this past weekend.  I had already read the book by Alice Sebold, which I loved.  As is the case with most movies based on books, this movie sucked until the last 30 minutes or so.

The book was so interesting.  You got to learn about Susie Salmon and her family.  You followed her into the underground room where she was murdered.  You followed her family as they tried to cope with her disappearnace, at first, and then her death.  And you followed her on her journey to heaven.  The place she went wasn't some fantastical place - it was simply a place of her creation made of things she dreamed about.  In the movie, you could tell Peter Jackson was having some fun with the computer stuff, because he added a lot of crap that wasn't part of the book's heaven and didn't add anything to the movie. 

And while the book is about a 13 year old girl being brutally murdered, it never felt scary.  In the movie, however, there were a number of parts that were just spooky.  For instance, in the book she finds out about the other women her killer had murdered before her.  They simply appear to her, nothing freaky.  In the movie, she goes into a house and visits their final resting places, complete with dead girls buried with a hand sticking out of the ground or a girl sinking down into some nasty water. 

If there is a stopover spot between Earth and Heaven that is your own creation, I don't think a 13 year old girl would create a scary, spooky place (although goodness knows Susie Salmon has a lot more in her history than most people).  She would create a place like in the book.  Peaceful, with a kind guide to help you move on.

Overall, on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being the best), I would rate the book an 8 and the movie a 3.  Stick with the book, people.  And if you want to borrow my copy, just let me know.

Quote of the Week

Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

Erica Jong

Friday, June 25, 2010

Picture of the Week

Ordinarily it would be something a little more personal, but I forgot my memory stick at home.  So...you get a picture of what I've been thinking about all week.  Getting a massage.  Tonight.  Joey got me a gift certificate to Massage Envy for Mother's Day and I'm finally using it.  And I'm super excited.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Top Five Ice Cream Flavors

Here in lovely Charlotte, NC May brought a ton of rain and June has brought a lot of heat.  I have a friend at work who told her parents (who live in Germany) to visit in June to avoid the really hot weather.  So much for that idea...  Anywho, all this hot weather got me thinking about ice cream and it's cold deliciousness (pretty sure I just made that word up).  So the following are my favorite flavors of ice cream:
  1. Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey - no the title doesn't imply what happens when you eat it...I think.  It's banana flavored ice cream with massive dark chocolate chunks and walnuts in it.  It's yummy. 
  2. Baskin Robbins Pralines 'n Cream - vanilla ice cream with a caramel ribbon running through it studded with praline coated pecan pieces.  When I got old enough to request a particular birthday cake, this became the one I wanted.
  3. Breyer's Vanilla Bean - plain vanilla ice cream with little specks of vanilla bean.  Fabulous on its own or with any delicious topping (some of my favorites being caramel, chocolate chips, or fudge).
  4. Haagen Dazs Vanilla Swiss Almond - vanilla ice cream containing almonds coated with chocolate.  Crunchy, just enough chocolate, not too sweet.
  5. Breyer's Triple Chocolate - for those moments when you just need chocolate, this is it.  It's like Neapolitan ice cream, but instead of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla it has white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate.  You only need one bowl, but it's worth it.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Going Green

I'll be the first to admit - we're not a very green family.  When we moved to Charlotte their recycling program consisted of a red tub that you fill with your recyclables and put on the curb next to the trash can.  Because there is no lid on this tub, we frequently had people's recycling strewn about our yard on trash day.  Super annoying (and kind of gross). 

So between no lid and the fact that they wouldn't deliver a tub, you had to go pick it up somewhere, we decided not to participate.  I know, I know.  We're failing the Earth, blah, blah, blah.  We bought the new light bulbs that look like a fat slinky, but that's about as far as we went.  Until now.

The City of Charlotte announced that it would be implementing a new recycling program.  One that came with a real trash can, with an actual lid.  That's all we needed to hear.  We began saving paper trash like cereal boxes and newspapers to put in our fancy new recycling can (when we got it).

Well today, we got it.  Here it is in all its green glory.

Fresh, clean, with smooth rubber wheels.  It's probably not healthy to be as excited as I am about it.  But I am.  I'm glad that we can really teach the kids about recycling - what's okay and what's not and what some of the benefits are for our planet.  I would even (kind of) like to get a composter to reduce our landfill trash even more.  But that's an endeavor for on down the road.

We set up the new recycling can right outside our garage door with the lid open so we can take large items directly to the can and toss them in.  Then I put a white plastic basket in the kitchen to put all the smaller recyclable things in until I can take it to the can and empty it - this way I'm not running back and forth all the time.

So there you have it.  And the can is already pretty full considering we've had it less than a week.  Of course, all the saved paper helped out with that.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Child Like Excitement

Actually, I'm probably more excited than my child Logan.  I've just read this review in Entertainment Weekly for Toy Story 3.  They gave it an A, and ramped up my giddiness.  However, I've had to put in on hold.  For Logan.  Who used to watch the videos (not DVD) of Toy Story 1 and 2 over and over and over...it was a lot of rewinding.  It got to the point where I ended up online ordering the DVDs. 

As I was growing up I remember watching Disney movies - Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid, The Lion King.  I loved them.  I still love them.  But Toy Story was released in 1995 when I was in high school.  I was a big girl, right?  Right?  Not really.  I loved Toy Story.  I had Woody and Buzz dolls (that Logan now sleeps with), one of the little aliens (I'm pretty sure Jasie got it for me, and I still have it), maybe even a sticker book (maybe from Robyn).  So when Logan began loving them I was thrilled.

Which is why I have to hold my excitement just a little longer.  He's in Kentucky for the summer, and I want to take him to see it.  Joey had to remind me of this when I wanted to go this weekend.  I'll probably take Logan and my nephews Dalton and Kaleb to see it while we're in Somerset for vacation.  And if the reviews are any indication, we'll all leave happy.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Look Alikes

This is my sweet niece Molly at 5 months old.










Here is dear Grace at 8 months old.
















Notice anything?  (Besides how dang cute they are and how much more hair Molly has than Grace did?)

Quote of the Week

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.

Rita Mae Brown

Friday, June 18, 2010

Picture of the Week

This is Logan and Grace's first meeting the day she was born.  It's hard to believe 4 years have gone by.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Age Appropriate

This past January, Joey and I both turned 31.  I think turning 31 bothered me more than turning 30.  It's the downward slope of that milestone.

For Joey's birthday we went to IHOP (his choice, but the kids love it).


For my birthday we dined at home, but enjoyed a Baskin Robbins ice cream cake afterwards.


Not too exciting, but I guess that's what happens when you get old. ;-)

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Hello...Goodbye




This past Friday my mom and sister Jessica came for a quick weekend visit.  We got up on Saturday and mom made pancakes while Jessica entertained the kids, then it was off to The Peach Stand, one of my favorite places in the Charlotte area.

They have all kinds of homemade jellies and preserves, as well as a multitude of other things.  Mom really wanted some fresh peaches, but the strawberries looked better, so we bought some (they were deliciously sweet and juicy).  I also bought some Strawberry Rhubarb jelly - delicious.  As we were leaving we noticed an outdoor stand across the street, and it turned out to be an extension of The Peach Stand.  Mom found some good peaches there, according to the kids.

We then took Logan for a haircut and stopped in Books a Million so I could get Joey a Father's Day present since the kids weren't going to be here on the actual day.  I got him a book by Dave Ramsey, a money advisor he's obsessed with watching on the Fox Business Network.  (He loved it, by the way.)

We then stopped at Target so Aunt Gessa could buy the kids some gifts for their birthdays.  Logan chose a Dale Jr. truck pulling a Dale Jr. racecar. Shocking.  Gracie chose a Polly Pocket set that comes with different outfits for Polly. 

We came home and rested for a bit before heading out to the neighborhood pool.  The kids loved showing off for Grammy and Gessa, but they were worn out by the time we got home.  We grilled hot dogs and finally put the kids to bed around 9:30.

On Sunday morning I finished packing the kids up to send to Kentucky with Grammy, to be delivered at Mawmaw's house.  They were super excited to be going and eager to get in the car.  I managed to snap a couple of pictures before they left.
And as they were leaving.
It's been very quiet in the house since they left, but I know they're having a great time with their cousins.  And they'll be home before I know it.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Blogs I Love

Down the right hand side of my blog there is a list called "Blogs I Love." These are the blogs I like to keep up with on a daily basis. During the extended period of me not posting anything, I used my blog as a way to keep up with other blogs. When the title of their most recent post changed, I knew it was time to check their blog. I have become a serious blog stalker - I love reading about other people's lives and/or how they accomplish different tasks.

One thing I've noticed, though, is that a lot of the blogs I follow are home improvement/upkeep related. Which is ironic since we rent our house and therefore can't make any major changes to it. I would love to make a headboard for my bed and Grace's bed, but it requires attaching it to the wall and we just don't feel comfortable installing the type of hardware that would be required into a wall that we'll (hopefully) leave one day.

I'm also inspired by the blogs themselves. They're so well written and witty...and interesting. It makes me want to make my blog into something people other that my family would find interesting. But in order to get more "commercial" I think I need a theme of things I write about. As in, one of my favorites, Young House Love, writes about changes they make to their house - be it organizing, cleaning, decorating, you name it - it's house related. I gotta be honest with you, I don't think I'm very creative, I hate cleaning, I can't make changes to my house, and I am not the best cook. So where does that leave me?

I have determined that my blog will just be something to make me happy. My posts are about my life, my children, and some random thoughts that shoot through my head. Maybe I'm only the only who will ever find it interesting...but maybe not. And that's okay.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Double Trouble

My nephew Kaleb was born on November 5, 2003, just 4 short months after Logan.

My niece Breanna was born on February 5, 2006, just 3 short months before Grace.

This is what my mother in law and sisters in law are dealing with for the next three weeks. 
I'm praying for them.

Quote of the Week

*I have decided to add some standard weekly posts - every Monday will be a quote I like.*

Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.

Benjamin Franklin

Friday, June 11, 2010

Picture of the Week

I am going to start posting a few standard weekly posts - one of them being a picture of the week on Friday. 
 

This week is an ode to Molly dog.  She just doesn't get enough blog love.  Molly turned 8 on April 1 this year.  She is spoiled rotten and we love her to bits.  She is such a laid back dog - from day one the kids have been able to do just about anything to her without her getting upset.  Some of her favorite things to do are: sleep on her bed, steal food from the kids, and lay in the grass.


Little Nemos

In April Logan and Grace took swimming lessons.  Both of them had 4 Saturday lessons - Grace's were a half hour, and Logan's were 45 minutes. 

Grace LOVED the first lesson, but faded for the next ones.  She seemed to lose interest in following the structure and was more interested in doing her own thing.  (Just another example of her personality.)  Grace is my fearless child so when the teacher lined them up to jump in the first day, Grace was ready to go and jumped straight in.  Overall, I'm not sure how much skill she gained, but I feel better knowing she's at least got a start.


Logan is my timid child who likes to check things out before getting involved.  I expected to struggle with him just to get him in the water the first day.  I was pleasantly surprised, though, when he pulled the flippers on, snapped the goggles in place, and got right in.  He paid attention and did all of the activities without any fuss and in the end was very proud of himself.  He seemed to learn a lot, and especially gained some confidence in the water.  In the few times we've been to the pool this summer I can see that he's more comforatble in the water.
 

We'll See

Miss Gracie has me figured out. 

When she asks to do something I really don't want her to do, I say "We'll see" in an attempt to distract her until she forgets about it.

Last night she asked, "Can we paint my nails tonight mommy?"  I didn't have time to do this particular activity last night, so I said, "We'll see."

Grace: "No mommy, don't say we'll see.  That means you won't do it!"

Uh oh, what do I do now?

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Logan Charles Rowe - July 13, 2003


At the beginning of November 2002 one of my coworkers at US Bank gave birth to an adorable little boy, which in turn inspired me to decide it was time for kids. Now, Joey and I had just gotten married in August, and we had always said we would wait 5 years to have children. We wanted some time to ourselves to see and do before we took on that awesome responsibility. However, I had no trouble convincing Joey that now was the time.


Fast forward a few weeks to the week before Thanksgiving. We took Joey’s mom with us on a trip to Maryland and shocked the crap out of her by telling her we were “trying.” Now, we began trying with the expectation that it would take a while. I simply stopped taking my birth control.


Fast forward two more weeks to me making a visit to my mom’s house in Somerset. I woke up on December 9 knowing I was supposed to “start” in a few days, but having a “feeling.” So I peed on the stick and low and behold it showed positive. Holy crap! I called Joey at work in Morehead and shared the news, but he acted like he was barely paying attention to me. Hello! This is major news, here! I ended the call by asking that he not tell anyone yet because I wanted a doctor to confirm it first. Did he listen? Of course not. Apparently he hung up the phone and told anyone who would listen. I hung up the phone and called my mom at work. Not only was she shocked to find out I thought I was pregnant, but also that it was on purpose. I hadn’t even really told anyone what we were up to. I called Dr. Clark’s office, my long time gynecologist and man who had delivered me to this world, and made an appointment for that afternoon. He confirmed what I already thought was true. There was a tiny person growing in me and Dr. Clark estimated that it would arrive on August 18, 2003.


The next thing to do was figure out how to tell my sisters (since this was at a time they were still home). I decided to go to Wal-Mart. There I bought baby things – a “My Favorite Aunt” bib, a bottle, and a pacifier. I put them in Christmas bags and decided I would have them open early Christmas presents that evening. It was close enough to the actual holiday that I thought I could get away with it. I had everyone sit on the couch (including mom - couldn’t have any suspicion) and open their gifts. Well, Catherine opened the bib and thought I was making fun of her because she had gotten something on her shirt at dinner the night before. Eventually it dawned on everyone and we had a lovely group hug.

I made it back to Morehead and finished December uneventfully (pregnancy wise). Then came January and with it morning sickness. Not just in the morning though - all day. I took a sleeve of saltines to work and would nibble on them through the day, but that was all I could put in my stomach. This lasted a full two weeks, every single day and caused me to lose 10 pounds. And then just as suddenly as it began, it was over. I went pretty much back to normal with only an occasional bought of nausea.

In February, Kentucky was hit by an ice storm. The weekend it came I had gone to Somerset (I don’t remember why). Joey was at home as Morehead froze over. His sister Becky and her fiancĂ© Eric came over to stay at our house with Joey as the power went out and the it got very cold. They hung blankets to close off the living room and stayed together in there in an attempt to keep warm. I was warm in Somerset, which was only suffering from rain, not the ice that the northern part of Kentucky was dealing with. I was able to find a kerosene heater to take back with me, but refused to come home early. I knew they were miserable, but I didn’t think the best place for a person growing a child was in a freezing house. Add that to the bad roads, and I decided to stay put. By the time I made it back, they were all mad at me, but I did what I thought was best. The electricity came back on within the next day or two, and life got back to normal.

March arrived and with it the need to begin wearing maternity clothes. On March 8 Joey’s dad was turning 70 and we were having a surprise party for him with a lot of family and old friends coming. Joey and I drove his mom and dad in our car from Salyersville to Paintsville where the shin-dig was happening. Joey and Bill were in the front seats, and Barb and I sat in the back. The main road to Paintsville was closed because of an accident, so we had to take a tiny, curvy, back road instead. And that’s where it hit me – severe nausea. Joey ended up having to pull the car over (well, really just stop since the road was so small) so I could get out and throw up. Yuck. Bill and I switched seats and Joey drove very carefully and slowly, and I survived the rest of the drive. However, on the way home after the weekend, on a road I had ridden plenty of times before, I was hit with it again and Joey had to stop for me again. Luckily, that marked the end of the sickness for the pregnancy.

On March 17th we had the chance to have an ultrasound to see what sex the baby was. We were both convinced it was a boy and were excited to have it verified. However, the baby did not share our excitement. We found out it was a healthy baby…that liked to keep its legs locked together. No matter what I did. We left disappointed, but still certain in our hearts it was a boy.


May was uneventful, aside from baby’s first concert. My mom, sisters, and I went to see The Dixie Chicks. They were awesome. And while the baby wasn’t a terribly active baby, I was certain the loud music would cause lots of movement. I was wrong. I’m pretty sure he slept through the whole thing.


In June we decided it was time to buy baby furniture. We rented a small U-Haul trailer, went to Babies-r-Us in Lexington, and purchased a crib (that turned into a toddler bed, and then a full size bed headboard), a changing table, a dresser, and a glider chair. My sister Jessica visited shortly thereafter and helped Joey put together the crib and helped me arrange the room.


This is also the time I started swelling and my blood pressure started creeping up. My doctor was keeping a close eye on me and was threatening bed rest. I was having trouble putting anything other than flip flops on my massive feet and nasty cankles. By the first week of July she made it official and ordered me to bed. I was to lie on my left side (I think) and only be up for a minimal portion of the day. At first this seemed like such a treat. Being told to be lazy? Okay! However, after the first few days I could see that this was going to get old quickly. I had almost 2 months until the baby was due. How would I survive that long? If only the DVR had been around.

Mom came to visit on July 12th. Joey on and I had been thinking about moving to Indianapolis, IN (I can’t remember why) so she and I spent time on the internet looking at housing options. On Sunday July 13th we went to Wal-Mart to purchase some miscellaneous things I still needed for the baby. I remember that I wore maternity jeans, but they were crazy tight on my ridiculously swollen legs. We bought shampoo and soap, wipes, Vaseline, and a trash can, among other things. By the time we got home all I wanted to do was lay down and not move. So I settled in on the bed to watch TV and mom headed to Lexington because she was in the process of trying to find somewhere to live there.


Around 5 that afternoon while lying on my side watching a movie (I’m pretty sure it was Pretty Woman on TBS), I heard the strangest ‘pop’ noise coming from my belly area. I wasn’t sure what that was about, but was hit with the sudden need to go “number 2.” While in the bathroom I decided I was leaking and had noticed a little blood. I composed myself and walked to the other end of the house where Joey was on the computer and watching a Nascar race and informed him that I thought my water had broken. We walked to the living room where I sat on the couch while we called the doctor. They said it was probably nothing, but to come on in. When I stood up from the couch a gush of liquid flowed out and I was left without a doubt that my water had broken. Now, seeing that we still had almost 7 weeks until the baby was due, I hadn’t packed a bag yet. So Joey and I began rushing around like idiots throwing things in bags (he had to pack too since the hospital we were going to was in a city about 30 minutes away). We hopped in the car and while driving down the interstate, it happened. My first contraction. I breathed like I’d read I was supposed to and was surprised to find that it wasn’t too bad.

By the time we got to the hospital I had had a few more contractions, but was breathing through them okay. I got checked in and taken to my room where I changed into the hospital gown and climbed in bed. My doctor was at the hospital so she came in to check me. I was already 2 cm dilated! Woo hoo! However, because I would be delivering a little more than 6 weeks early and the on call pediatrician had already dealt with a very premature baby earlier that day, and I was only beginning labor, they decided to send me to the University of Kentucky hospital (UK) to be safe. They gave me a drug to stop labor (or put it on hold or something) and prepared to put me in an ambulance to UK. Joey and I decided that he would follow the ambulance in our car so we’d have it there. Mom was already in Lexington so she said she’d meet us at the hospital, and Joey’s family was leaving Salyersville to also meet us at UK.

It was very strange riding in the ambulance. It’s odd to be lying down in a moving vehicle, as well as looking out in the wrong direction. Everything was going fine until we were getting close to Lexington, when I suddenly felt a very strong contraction and suddenly felt like I needed to pee. The nurse riding with me checked me and discovered I was fully dilated. She told me not to push, to try to wait until we were at the hospital. I started crying because I didn’t want to have my baby in the ambulance. The EMT (who was male) let me squeeze his hand during contractions, which were much harder to handle now. I felt certain later on that I’d broken some bones in his hand, but he never complained. They just helped me breathe and tried to keep me calm.

After they realized I was ready to deliver, I got the siren treatment and we began speeding through intersections and stop lights on our way to the hospital. This of course, meant Joey got left behind because he couldn’t run stop lights. By the time we arrived at the hospital I had no idea where Joey was and really just wanted to get the baby OUT. Mom was waiting for me right as they got me out of the ambulance and I remember her smiling and looking so happy, only to be told I was fully dilated and really wanted to push, as I started using her hand to squeeze during contractions. They got me in the emergency room and up to a delivery room, with none of the UK docs really catching on to the fact that I was READY. Finally, a nurse checked me and caught on quick. The doctor appeared, though still no Joey, and I was finally able to push. Mom was holding my right hand and I only remember pushing two or three times before the baby slid right out at 8:43 pm, less than 4 hours since my water broke. Mom got to cut the umbilical cord since Joey still wasn’t there, and off my little boy went to get cleaned up. The nurse asked me his name and I gave it to her – Logan Charles Rowe; Charles after my father who would have loved to meet his grandson.

Joey arrived and was completely disappointed that he had missed the whole thing. He went to where they were checking Logan and unfortunately realized the baby was having some trouble breathing. Ordinarily, when a baby is arriving premature they’ll give the mother steroids to help the babies lungs develop. However, in my case they didn’t have time to start an IV, much less give me steroids. They let me hold Logan for a second and then whisked him away to the nursery. While the doctor finished with me the nurses were trying to start an IV, but weren’t having any luck. I was poked in both arms and hands, and they were threatening to try my feet, when they finally hit a vein in my arm. They moved me to a room and I was able to get a bit cleaned up and more comfortable. Then they let Joey and I go to the nursery to see Mr. Logan. He was so tiny and precious. He weighed 5 lb. 9.5 oz., which is actually a good size for a baby born at 34 weeks. We didn’t get to hold him at that time, though.

We went back to my room which had two beds so Joey could sleep there with me. At some point we were informed that Logan was still having trouble breathing so they had moved him to the NICU. We were incredibly relieved to be at UK instead of the tiny hospital in Mt. Sterling – UK has one of the best Children’s Hospitals. We went to see Logan in the NICU and it was pretty heartbreaking. My tiny little boy had IVs and wires all over him, along with a CPAP over his mouth and nose to help him breathe. We weren’t allowed to hold him and I certainly couldn’t breastfeed him as I’d wanted to. This began my journey down the road of the breast pump. I stayed in the hospital a few days and was released. However, we realized going back to Morehead meant being a bit over an hour away from our baby, so Joey’s parents graciously rented a room for us at a hotel just down the road from the hospital. It came with a kitchen, which was very handy.

We didn’t leave the hospital until late that night and needed to go shopping for some food and other things, but mainly a breast pump. We stopped at the hotel to drop off our things and went straight to Wal-Mart. After finishing our shopping around midnight, we left the store to find a huge thunderstorm. Joey went to get the car and I jumped in while he loaded it up. Thus began our stay in Lexington.


Logan improved slowly during his 10 day stay in the NICU. He moved from the CPAP to an oxygen hood, to a nasal cannula, back to the hood, back to the cannula, and finally breathing on his own. We were able to hold him 7 days after his birth. We got to bathe him and I had the opportunity to try to breastfeed him. However, he had to be bottle fed prior to that so they could measure exactly how much he was getting, so by the time we tried breastfeeding he was addicted to the bottle. I was disappointed, but not terribly so. When they finally released him on July 22nd, he left the NICU and came straight to us. It’s a little scary to bring home a baby who just days before was having trouble breathing on his own. I sat next to him in the back seat and kept leaning down to make sure he was still breathing. We made it home safely and began the journey of raising our little boy.

(Logan today - almost 7 years old)

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Facebook

Isn't Facebook kind of amazing? The ability to stay in contact with so many people is so awesome. Since joining I've reconnected with friends and people I knew from high school, sorority sisters from college, friends I made living in Morehead, my parents friends from my childhood, aunts and uncles and cousins I usually only "talk to" through a Christmas card, my husbands extended family from Maryland that we love and don't see nearly enough, people I work with (or have worked with) in Charlotte, and my dear family and family in law. Other ways Facebook is fabulous:
  • I get to see regular pictures of my beautiful niece Molly as she grows.
  • I watch as flowers my mom planted in her yard grow and bloom.
  • I see pictures of our Maryland family as all Joey's little cousins get bigger and bigger and their families grow and change.
  • I have been able to keep up with the girl who was the president of my sorority as she battles breast cancer, while pregnant. Her faith in God has awed and inspired me through her journey.
  • I saw pictures of one of my best friends from high schools wedding to the man I'm pretty sure is her forever.
  • I continue to follow another friend from high school who had a baby in December who was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. Her journey from anger to acceptance has been heartbreaking and inspiring.
  • I get to see pictures of all my friends babies grow to toddlers and beyond, even though I don't get to see the friends very often.
  • I am amused daily by my Facebook friends wittiness in their updates.

All in all, I heart Facebook - I just wish it wasn't so addicting.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Free Time

This Friday my mom and my sister Jessica are coming to visit. And then on Sunday they are leaving and taking my children with them to stay with my in-laws. For three weeks. I'm incredibly excited about this. This is what I'm excited about:
  • Shopping when I want, without aggravation. I might even go to the mall just to walk around (okay, I'll probably end up buying something).
  • Doing yard work without keeping one eye on the kids and monitoring their friends who come over.
  • Not having to rush out of the office at 5 o'clock on the dot in order to get to daycare to pick them up by 6. (Granted, I probably won't need to stay past 5, but the possibility is nice.)
  • Time to use my massage gift certificate Joey got me for Mother's Day.
  • Getting up in the morning, getting ready, and leaving. No tangled hair or toothbrush haters to deal with.
  • Having a living room free of toys.

These are the things I'll miss:

  • Unexpected I love yous
  • Holding my Gracie
  • Hugs
  • Kisses goodnight
  • Little helpers who are so proud of themselves

The closest family we have is 7 hours away, so we don't have the opportunity to have time away from the kids very often. And for me, dealing with Joey's issues and the kids, I can get pretty worn out. So when we realized that we couldn't afford to keep Logan in daycare all summer, we turned to Joey's family who has helped us out many times. Together we decided that both kids would head to KY on June 13. Then, Joey and I will be going to KY on July 3 for vacation with his family. From there, we'll bring Gracie home with us. Unfortunately, Logan will probably stay in Salyersville through the end of July. Then in August he'll come home and life will get back to normal.

I know many people will think, "I can't imagine being away from my kids for 3 weeks!" I am apparently just not wired like that, though. Being away from them gives me a chance to relax and take care of me in a way I can't with the responsibilities that come with them and Joey. I love them dearly, but I know that absence will make the heart grow even fonder.

Long Lost Me

So it seems the thing I feared most when I began this blog has come true. I stopped posting. It held my interest for a little while, and then fell off my radar. I really want to write lots of posts, but other things win out over it. So...I'm working on some posts about my children's birth stories, and will hopefully have some other ones soon.