Cheering up

My past couple posts have been a bit down and depressed, I guess that's what happens when things get stressful. That being said, I've decided to not whine about anything today and share a few funny stories with you....and make it a positive blog post.

I have a few friends who are pregnant, and talking to them about they're pregnancies has had me thinking alot about my own pregnancies. Let me go into a bit of history before I tell you my stories that I hope will leave you giggling like they do me looking back today.

Tom and I were married November 2, 2002 when I was just 20 years old in my parents living room. I grew up in the same house my mother did and it's sort of an unspoken tradition in my family, all the members of my family on my mothers side were married there. So I didn't have a big wedding, but it was perfect for me, my closest friends and family there to witness my vows to my soul mate (yes after all this time and all the crap I still beleive he's my soul mate lol).

Anyway, anyone who knows me knows that the one thing I've always wanted was to be a mother. Growing up I said I wanted 3 kids. So Tom and I immediatly started trying to get pregnant (may not have been our smartest move but oh well it happens). After a few months of trying and nothing, I decided to go to a dr. Long story short I was diagnosed with PCOS (Ploycystic Ovarian Syndrome). The dr's said I'd never be able to conceive a child naturally and when we were ready he'd start me on a fertility drug.

After talking about it and arguing about it with my entire family, Tom and I decided to wait a few years before trying to have children. The next day I call my dr and he tells me he'd start me on birth control but to take a test just to be sure. Long story short SUPRISE! I find out I'm pregnant with Lana. This was a week after being told I couldn't conceive naturally and according to blood tests and stuff I was 6 weeks pregnant. So Tom and I joke that the whole time I was being told this, Lana's in my belly saying "haha dumbass I proved you wrong!" Impossible I know, but still a funny thought.

Towards the end of my pregnancy, probably around the last month or so, an ultra-sound proved that Lana was footling breech (feet first). Stuborn baby she was, she refused to turn around so a C-Section was nessessary. I spent that month preparing Tom for this, researching, showing him videos of what was going to happen, I was determined he was going to be in that O.R. with me, and he wanted to be there to see his daughter born. He wanted children as much as I did. My surgery was scheduled for November 4th, my due date was November 5th. On November 3rd (the day after our first wedding anniversary), I was due for my last checkup before the operation. I tell Tom and my mother that I had been having strange cramps all night, comming every 20 minutes or so. My mother tells me to make sure I tell the dr this when I'm in my checkup so I do. She examines me and discovers I'm in labor and 2cm dialated. So she leaves the room, comes back and says "ok we're going to send you to the hospital and take the baby now." Tom actually looks at this dr and says "You can't take her now...I haven't finished painting the room yet!" LMAO! The dr with a completly straight face looks at Tom and says "I'm sorry Mr. Powell, but if we send her home, she'll be back tonight in active labor, and we want to avoid that"

So, we load in the car and start the 10 minute drive to the hospital. My mother decides to go 5 minutes out of the way to get gas first lol. We FINALLY get to the hospital and are walking to the entrance. Tom then sits down and turns white as a ghost. I stop and ask him what's wrong. He looks up at me scared to death and says "I don't think I can do this." Now I knew what he meant, but Tom and I are both smartasses so I look at him and said "well you should've thought of that 9 months ago honey" LOL! So my mother comes in the room with me and gets to see her granddaughter being born. Now at the risk of getting mushy, what an AMAZING moment for my mother and I. I would've loved to have Tom there but it was such a bonding moment for Mom and I to have her next to me watching me become a mother in the same hospital she gave birth to both her kids in. I hope that someday, I can share the same moment with my daughter.

After she's born and cleaned up, we are back in my hospital room. Tom is holding the baby while the nurses asses me and stuff. I'll never forget the look on his face. Pride, love, and fear all at once. He smiles and looks at our new daughter, our little miracle and says "you know, you really screwed up daddy's day...but your still beautiful baby girl." And no lie, my daughter, minutes old, opens her eyes, looks up at her father and sticks her tongue out! LMFAO! We knew right then and there what we were in for.

Later that night, after all the family and friends had gone home, it was just me, Tom and baby. Of course having a c-section I was completly numb from the waist down and couldn't get out of bed. Lana needed a diaper change and Tom was determined he wanted to do it. Keep in mind he's NEVER changed a diaper before in his life before this day. So he puts the baby in the bassinet and takes her diaper off. Getting graphic for a moment it was her first dirty diaper. You mothers out there know what I mean by that. Tom starts to look scared to death and immediatly starts calling for the nurse convinced there's something wrong with our child. I'm laughing too hard at this point to stop him (which after a c-section is quite painful lol). The nurse comes in and Tom shows her the diaper and says "what the hell is that? get the dr my daughter is sick" The nurse tries her best not to laugh but can't supress a smile and says "no Mr. Powell that's completly normal." He looks at her and says "that is NOT normal, mine doesn't look like that!" The nurse looks at him with a completly straight face and says "your not 4 hours old either are you?" She then takes over the diaper change showing Tom how to do it.

I suppose that's it for now, tomorrow, I'll tell you Connor's story......now don't be too upset, I have to keep you comming back right?

Hugs and Kisses to all,
Louise