Well, I've decided that my life is interesting again and that I should dust off this old blog, crack my knuckles and get to typing!
Since December a lot of things have been going on in my life. I have moved, I had a baby, and my other baby started "Big Girl" school!
During my pregnancy we decided to move into a larger home in a better school district. We found a great place and the land lord is the sweetest lady that I have met in this city for a long time. Although I love the place I hated the fact that I had to pack up my things in order to get here. If anybody that has had the pleasure of preparing themselves for a move knows, it really isn't very much fun. Now add in the pregnancy factor and the move slowly becomes a nightmare of disbelief. I was grumpy and tired and I did not want to pack anything. With my husband working during the day I had to do a majority of the packing by myself. After a while I just started to throw things away. When the big day came I had already managed to pack sheets, and towels. That is correct just sheets and towles which was nothing. But, I did throw away most of the junk in my daughter's room. If anybody was watching us move they would have thought it was mass hysteria. We looked like Lemmings with no direction. When the day came to an end we had accomplished to move everything and regain our sanity. After that I settled in and started to love our new neighborhood.
Approximately a month after we moved a had to be rushed to the hospital. I felt extremely dizzy and everyone said that I was starting to ramble and sound incoherrent. When all the blood work was complete and the urine analysis was complete I was told that I was extremely dehydrated. They then began to ask me what I had eaten last and how often I eat. I had to explain to them that most of the food that I ate would severly upset my stomach and I would throw up not too long after eating. They then said that I was suffering from sever acid reflux. I spent a weeknd in the hospital and when I was discharged we went to the nearest drugstore and bought just about every over the counter antacid that the doctor said would work. The thing that worked the best for me was Mylanta. I used it so much that my daughter was asking if I would like Mylanta as my drink with dinner. About a month after that I went into labor!
The day that I went into labor was very interesting. My contractions had a mind of there own. You know how the doctors say that contractions intensify and gradually become closer and closer together. Well, mine did no such thing. They would be 20 minutes apart then 10 minutes apart then jump up to 30 minutes and follow 5 minutes later. There just wasn't any continuity to these contractions at all. I just kept feeling that it was time because when the contractions did come they were so intense that I could barley stand up. I would bend over and curl up into the fetal position. I called my doctor's office to find out if I should just go to the hospital and they continued to tell me that if my contractions weren't regular the hospital would send me home. Then all of a sudden my contractions started to continually come at seven minute intervals. I decided that I couldn't take it any more and had to go. I needed something to ease my pain. By the time we got to the hospital my contractions were 3 minutes apart. They brought me to an observation room in order to prepare the labor and delivery room and they werent even able to put all the baby monitoring gadgets on me. While one nurse was trying to put them on the other nurse discovered that I was already 8 cm dilated and wanted to know what I had in mind for the pain. I looked at the lady and asked if she was trying to tell me that and epidural was out of the question. I guess you know what her answer was. So they rushed to a room and started to coach me with breathing techniques because they did not want to rush the birth. They began to compliment me on how calm I was and said that this was the type of birth people needed to see on those TLC shows. Then suddenly a wave a nausea hit and all sanity flew out the window. As I threw up two things occured -- 1. My water broke 2. The doctor mysteriously appeared. So now the doctor is in the room and my husband starts to call me the exorcists. I was in soooooooo much pain. The slightest pressure in the vicinity of my southern region and I damn near flew off the table. It seemed like forever before the baby finally showed it's face to the world. The doctor kept saying, "I see the baby!" or "We're almost there!" Then she started asking questions like, "Was your other child bald?" and "Did you have problems with your other delivery?" We soon found out that the baby's position was a little different. Instead of the baby coming out by the crown of the head it was coming out face first. Literally!! The doctor said that she could feel the baby's eyes and mouth. when the baby finally came out we were told that our girl had mysteriously tu
rned into a boy between the womb and the birth canal.
rned into a boy between the womb and the birth canal. 
So little Leiana turned into little Lou and on May 30th exactly two weeks early Louis Jr. came "Face First" into the world demanding everyone's attention. He looked a little beat up at first but his skin quickly cleared up and began to look like the happy little baby that he is now. OK so the picture doesn't look too happy but I think the little man has become tired of cameras and flashes.
I think that I haven't written enough for now and maybe later I might write about my daughter's new school and her kindergarten graduation. I am going to try to make this blog a new habit and start typing again. OK people I will write more later.
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