With Thanksgiving being tomorrow I just wanted to write a few things that I am thankful for.
~I am thankful for my Lord and savior.
~I am thankful for my mother.
~I am thankful for my father.
~I am thankful for my sister
~I am thankful for my nephew Andres.
~I am thankful for my niece Natalie.
~I am thankful for my sister in Law.
~I am thankful for my brother in law.
~I am thankful for BOTH of my parents in law, because without them I wouldn’t have my amazing husband!
~I am thankful that Baca came out of his accident alright and is doing so well.
~I am thankful that my Nana is alright after all of her kidney problems this year.
~I am thankful that my dad is still here with us.
~I am thankful that I got to live 4 amazing years in Florida.
~I am thankful that I got to know Allen’s family in Alabama during those 4 years.
~I am thankful for all of the friends that I left behind in Fl.
~I am thankful for having food, shelter, and clothes.
~I am thankful for the new friends that I have made here in England.
~I am thankful that the Lord answered my prayers and moved us to England before my
girls were in High School.
~I am thankful that I have a nice car to drive.
~I am thankful that Tabby went to a good home.
~I am thankful that I am an Air Force wife and I can show my children the world.
~I am thankful for all of our troops across the world and their families. They make sacrifices that most people will never understand.
~I am thankful for the internet. I had never really thought much about it until we moved here and didn’t have it for over a month.
~I am thankful that we had an entire year without a deployment. This has NEVER happened before.
~I am thankful that I have such well behaved children. They may have their moments,
but they are all such good kids and they all have a strong desire to serve God. For
that I am most thankful.
~I am thankful for Martina. She has the kindest heart I have ever seen. She lives for God, Anime and myspace.
~I am thankful that her Muscular Dystrophy is mild and she is able to live a normal life.
~I am thankful for Ritza. She is my biggest helper. She is so witty, and can bring a smile to my face anytime of day.
~I am thankful for Antonio. He is such a mama’s boy. He is so sweet and always ready to give a compliment. He is going to be an amazing man.
~I am thankful for Azariah. Even though having a new baby is hard work, he makes every second of it worth it. His smile makes me forget that I only had 3 hours of sleep.
~I am thankful for Allen. God almost reached perfection when he created my husband. He is my best friend. He is an amazing Airman, father and husband. I will forever be grateful to God for giving him to me.
Psalms 136:1
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Friday, 9 November 2007
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
Azzie 11 days old
I just wanted to post a few pictures of our baby boy. I don't have much time right now, but I just wanted to share some pics. I will write more when I get a chance...
Monday, 1 October 2007
Happy Birthday Azariah!
Beep-beep. Beep-beep. Beep-beep. I grabbed the alarm clock to make it stop. Today was the day, the day we were all waiting for. September 28, 2007 was Azariah’s birthday! Theresa was supposed to be at the hospital by 7 am, but what were they going to do, tell her she couldn’t have the baby? So I wasn’t too worried about taking my time that morning. The kids came downstairs, ready to go. Everyone was showered, had shoes on. Everyone came together as a team to make the whole day run better. Cassie, the girl who graciously volunteered to help with the kids, came early as usual, about 6:20 to make sure they got off to school alright.
Maritza had an appointment with the orthodontist at around 7:15, so she rode with Theresa and I to the hospital so I could kill two birds with one stone. I dropped off Theresa at the ER entrance, the shortest path to labor and delivery at around 7:05, as planned so she could get started. We rushed over to Maritza’s appointment so she could get her smile worked on. I dropped her back at the house with reliable Cassie at around 8:00 am so I didn’t have to take her all the way to Feltwell where she goes to school.
I got back to the hospital at around 8:15 where I found Theresa in the hospital bed, anxious to get started, anxious to be done with the entire pregnancy. She sure looked brave. I can’t say I would have been so calm and ready, even though I may seem that way at times. At around 10:00 am Nurse Satchell came in with the synthetic Oxytocin to try and jump start the natural process. From then it was just a waiting game.
Two hours rolled by. We listened to George Strait, Kenny Chesney and dozens of other songs on Theresa’s playlist. Theresa started feeling funny stuff in the girl parts.
We talked about what-ifs and maybes. The nurse checked the cervix and saw 3 cm. We talked about how Ritza’s new dental appliance prevented her from saying her “S’s.” We ran out of things to talk about and just held each other. The time was flying by, and anticipation continued to ramp up to immeasurable levels.
About 1:00 pm, the contractions started getting stronger. They weren’t unbearable but they were definitely contributing to some discomfort. Theresa did a very good job of letting the contractions do their job. She just breathed through them, focusing on any area of the body that wasn’t relaxed and forcefully relaxing it. Her eyebrows were a storage area for tension. Her hands are usually tense, but she was in control today.
Theresa started to feel some moisture down below around 3pm. The nurses were convinced this wasn’t her water breaking because is didn’t look right, but they labeled it as a “suspicious leak.” They wanted to check the progress any way and measured about 4 cm, which is not what Theresa wanted to hear after all of that work! Right as they were checking, guess what spilled everywhere! The suspicious leak actually was the water breaking! At the same time, The nurse continued to explain that the cervix hadn’t gotten much bigger, but the baby was all the way down, or “engaged.” The pain continued to feel far disproportionate from the assessment of the nurse.
The contractions came stronger and harder, but we still felt like it was going to be a long night, and it was only 4pm! Finally, I knew it was baby time. Theresa was starting to lose focus and half-way considered the use of powerful epidural drugs. She made up her mind that was not the way she wanted to do this, remembering from the past a bad experience with the drug. She was going to stick it out.
Theresa suddenly felt the urge to push, but resisted, just breathing through as usual. All of the staff ran in, doubting this could be the time, since they just checked at 4pm at only 4 cm. They checked the dilation again, this time at 6-7 cm, which is usually still pretty far away from a birthday. Then there was the urge to push again. Again Theresa didn’t push, just trying as hard as possible to relax and breathe through the contraction, letting the uterus do its job. The staff left us alone again, not expecting action for quite a while.
TEN MINUTES LATER, Theresa got the uncontrollable urge to push. The staff rushed in again, thinking there was some kind of problem, but Dr. Adams measured this time at 9cm plus. She still wanted Theresa to wait on pushing, but nature had other plans. All of a sudden, Theresa stopped breathing and started staring at me. Her eyes started glazing over and her face turned red, almost purple. Her chin sank into her face and her body was pulled down into the bed by the force of her hands on the bed rails. Just one push and his head was already visible!
Now the Doctor knew she wasn’t just dramatic. Without warning, Theresa reached over her head and grabbed my arm. She started pulling me forward. I braced my arm with my other one against the bed and it was still a major struggle to resist the power of push #2. There was definitely some progress on this one, but not at much as the third push, when after a deep breath, Theresa bore down with everything she had. At 5:09 pm, London time, on 28 September 2007 Azariah Francisco Martin Horne’s innocent little head crossed over into our crazy world. His world of quiet comfort and laziness was rudely interrupted when Dr. Adams grabbed onto his head, supporting him for the fourth push, which cleared his shoulders, arms, torso, legs and feet.
Theresa was relieved it was all over. Azzie was placed on her chest and we all had the biggest smiles in the world. The youngest person alive was all ours. Soon after the commotion, we thanked God for all our blessings, and the opportunity to raise another one of his children.
I got back to the hospital at around 8:15 where I found Theresa in the hospital bed, anxious to get started, anxious to be done with the entire pregnancy. She sure looked brave. I can’t say I would have been so calm and ready, even though I may seem that way at times. At around 10:00 am Nurse Satchell came in with the synthetic Oxytocin to try and jump start the natural process. From then it was just a waiting game.
Two hours rolled by. We listened to George Strait, Kenny Chesney and dozens of other songs on Theresa’s playlist. Theresa started feeling funny stuff in the girl parts.
We talked about what-ifs and maybes. The nurse checked the cervix and saw 3 cm. We talked about how Ritza’s new dental appliance prevented her from saying her “S’s.” We ran out of things to talk about and just held each other. The time was flying by, and anticipation continued to ramp up to immeasurable levels.
About 1:00 pm, the contractions started getting stronger. They weren’t unbearable but they were definitely contributing to some discomfort. Theresa did a very good job of letting the contractions do their job. She just breathed through them, focusing on any area of the body that wasn’t relaxed and forcefully relaxing it. Her eyebrows were a storage area for tension. Her hands are usually tense, but she was in control today.
Theresa started to feel some moisture down below around 3pm. The nurses were convinced this wasn’t her water breaking because is didn’t look right, but they labeled it as a “suspicious leak.” They wanted to check the progress any way and measured about 4 cm, which is not what Theresa wanted to hear after all of that work! Right as they were checking, guess what spilled everywhere! The suspicious leak actually was the water breaking! At the same time, The nurse continued to explain that the cervix hadn’t gotten much bigger, but the baby was all the way down, or “engaged.” The pain continued to feel far disproportionate from the assessment of the nurse.
The contractions came stronger and harder, but we still felt like it was going to be a long night, and it was only 4pm! Finally, I knew it was baby time. Theresa was starting to lose focus and half-way considered the use of powerful epidural drugs. She made up her mind that was not the way she wanted to do this, remembering from the past a bad experience with the drug. She was going to stick it out.
Theresa suddenly felt the urge to push, but resisted, just breathing through as usual. All of the staff ran in, doubting this could be the time, since they just checked at 4pm at only 4 cm. They checked the dilation again, this time at 6-7 cm, which is usually still pretty far away from a birthday. Then there was the urge to push again. Again Theresa didn’t push, just trying as hard as possible to relax and breathe through the contraction, letting the uterus do its job. The staff left us alone again, not expecting action for quite a while.
TEN MINUTES LATER, Theresa got the uncontrollable urge to push. The staff rushed in again, thinking there was some kind of problem, but Dr. Adams measured this time at 9cm plus. She still wanted Theresa to wait on pushing, but nature had other plans. All of a sudden, Theresa stopped breathing and started staring at me. Her eyes started glazing over and her face turned red, almost purple. Her chin sank into her face and her body was pulled down into the bed by the force of her hands on the bed rails. Just one push and his head was already visible!
Now the Doctor knew she wasn’t just dramatic. Without warning, Theresa reached over her head and grabbed my arm. She started pulling me forward. I braced my arm with my other one against the bed and it was still a major struggle to resist the power of push #2. There was definitely some progress on this one, but not at much as the third push, when after a deep breath, Theresa bore down with everything she had. At 5:09 pm, London time, on 28 September 2007 Azariah Francisco Martin Horne’s innocent little head crossed over into our crazy world. His world of quiet comfort and laziness was rudely interrupted when Dr. Adams grabbed onto his head, supporting him for the fourth push, which cleared his shoulders, arms, torso, legs and feet.
Theresa was relieved it was all over. Azzie was placed on her chest and we all had the biggest smiles in the world. The youngest person alive was all ours. Soon after the commotion, we thanked God for all our blessings, and the opportunity to raise another one of his children.
Friday, 21 September 2007
Belly Art
As you can see we are getting pretty close to "D" day. The Drs. have decided that they want to induce me on Friday the 28th because they baby is so big. When we got here they decided to put on high risk status because of the fact that I haven't gained enough weight.
I am a very "natural" person and I wanted very much to let the baby come when he is ready. I have studied the "Bradley Method" of natural childbirth and have given my birth plan to my Dr. I feel like they are doing only what they want and refusing to let me or Allen have any say so in the birth of our baby.
On Weds I had an appointment, and the Dr. examined me, it was extremely painful. When I got home I went to the bathroom and I had started bleeding. I immediately called the Dr. and they said that was normal after being examined. Well an hour later I went to the bathroom again and not only was I still bleeding I was also passing blood clots! I really started to painic then. I was also starting to have contractions, so Allen and I decided to go to the hospital. We got there and they said I was at 4 cm. I thought we were going to have the baby that night, but then my contractions just stopped.
I am a very "natural" person and I wanted very much to let the baby come when he is ready. I have studied the "Bradley Method" of natural childbirth and have given my birth plan to my Dr. I feel like they are doing only what they want and refusing to let me or Allen have any say so in the birth of our baby.
On Weds I had an appointment, and the Dr. examined me, it was extremely painful. When I got home I went to the bathroom and I had started bleeding. I immediately called the Dr. and they said that was normal after being examined. Well an hour later I went to the bathroom again and not only was I still bleeding I was also passing blood clots! I really started to painic then. I was also starting to have contractions, so Allen and I decided to go to the hospital. We got there and they said I was at 4 cm. I thought we were going to have the baby that night, but then my contractions just stopped.
When the Tech came in to give me my paperwork she told me that I should be going into labor very soon because I had my "membranes stripped" earlier that day. After hearing this I was livid. I gave no consent for the Dr. to violate me like that. In fact I had just handed my birth plan to her and told her that I want a natural delivery. No drugs, No inductions, No nudging the baby! She agreed as long as he was here before the 28th. After that I didn't have a choice and I would have to be induced.
I honestly don't understand why these military Drs. feel like they can do whatever they want and answer to no one. I haven't contacted my patient advocate yet, but as soon as the baby is born I will be demanding some answers. I kinda hate to piss anyone off now, because in a few days I am gonna be at their mercy.
I am really sick and tired of people telling me that being induced is no big deal. I have done my research and there have been studies that show that women who are given pitocin during labor have a higher chance of having a baby with ADHD. I have ADHD, my father has ADHD, and Ricky has ADHD. If there is something that I can do to lower his risk of having ADHD, then I am going to do it.
Wow! All I wanted to do was post some pictures that the kids drew on my belly, and I ended up ranting. Sorry.
The kids have really enjoyed drawing on my big Santa belly. I have a few more pictures that I will post later on.
I honestly don't understand why these military Drs. feel like they can do whatever they want and answer to no one. I haven't contacted my patient advocate yet, but as soon as the baby is born I will be demanding some answers. I kinda hate to piss anyone off now, because in a few days I am gonna be at their mercy.
I am really sick and tired of people telling me that being induced is no big deal. I have done my research and there have been studies that show that women who are given pitocin during labor have a higher chance of having a baby with ADHD. I have ADHD, my father has ADHD, and Ricky has ADHD. If there is something that I can do to lower his risk of having ADHD, then I am going to do it.
Wow! All I wanted to do was post some pictures that the kids drew on my belly, and I ended up ranting. Sorry.
The kids have really enjoyed drawing on my big Santa belly. I have a few more pictures that I will post later on.
Right now, Ricky woke up and is ready to open his birthday presents....
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
first day of school
Even though my grills are in middle school and my son is in second grade, my heart breaks on the first day of school.
Yesterday was the first time that my grills didn't want me to take them to school. It broke my heart, but I let them ride the bus, because I remember being that age. I remember wanting independence, but still it broke my heart.
Ricky wasn't so sure about starting a new school and he made it clear that not only were we going to take him to school, we would stay there until he said we could leave.
The first day of school always sucks for all of us. The kids are tired from lack of sleep because they are too excited to sleep the night before. I am just a cry baby when it comes to my kids, I realize that every year is one year closer to them graduating and leaving home, and that thought kills me.
Here is a letter I found on the internet, I am not sure who wrote it, but I had to share it. It describes my feelings perfectly....
Dear World:
I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a happy laugh that ripples all day long.. and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sun when she runs.I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
She's slipping out of the backyard of my heart this morning...and skipping off down the street to her first day of school. And never again will she be completely mine.Prim and proud she'll wave her young and independent hand this morning and say "Goodbye" and walk with little lady steps to the schoolhouse.
Now she'll learn to stand in lines...and wait by the alphabet for her name to be called. She'll learn to tune her ears for the sounds of school-bells...and deadlines...and she'll learn to giggle...and gossip...and look at the ceiling in a disinterested way when the little boy 'cross the aisle sticks out his tongue at her. And now she'll learn to be jealous. And now she'll learn how it is to feel hurt inside. And now she'll learn how not to cry.
No longer will she have time to sit on the front porch on a summer day and watch an ant scurry across the crack in the sidewalk. Nor will she have time to pop out of bed with the dawn and kiss lilac blooms in the morning dew. No, now she'll worry about those important things...like grades and which dress to wear and whose best friends is whose. And the magic of books and learning will replace the magic of her blocks and dolls. And now she'll find new heroes.
For five full years now I've been her sage and Santa Claus and pal and playmate and mother and friend. Now she'll learn to share her worship with her teachers ...which is only right. But no longer will I be the smartest woman in the whole world. Today when that school bell rings for the first time...she'll learn what it means to be a member of the group...with all its privileges and its disadvantages too.
She'll learn in time that proper young ladies do not laugh out loud...or kiss dogs...or keep frogs in pickle jars in bedrooms...or even watch ants scurry across cracks in sidewalks in the summer.Today she'll learn for the first time that all who smile at her are not her friends. And I'll stand on the front porch and watch her start out on the long, lonely journey to becoming a woman.So, world, I bequeath to you today one little girl...in a crispy dress...with two brown eyes...and a flash of light brown hair that bounces in the sunlight when she runs.
I trust you'll treat her well.
Thursday, 23 August 2007
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