Since I don’t have the time or energy to keep updating a million blogs about the baby, I’m going to quit posting the info here and direct you to my sister’s blog, where I’ll be updating until she gets home or she tells me to stop.
You can get all the new baby goodness over here.
Who am I kidding? I’ll still be posting about him here, just not the frequent “The baby had a bath.” kind of updates that I’ll be doing over there.
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Brayden Marshall arrived at 9:50 this morning, April 24th. He is 6 pounds, 10 ounces, and 20 inches long. Mom is doing great. Brayden is good, but was having a little bit of trouble breathing so he is under an oxygen hood to help him out. They are pretty sure that he just swallowed some fluid during delivery and aspirated and everything should clear up soon. It is just causing him to breath really fast and hard. He will have to stay in the nursery until he is breathing a little better. She will hopefully be able to go down to the nursery to see him as soon as she is able to get up. So far, only the dad and grandparents have been allowed to go see him.
Here are the few pictures we have so far. Hopefully I’ll have a few more to put up tonight.
Saturday afternoon Zach was invited to a birthday party. The party was held at a gymnastics place and boy was it fun! Zach and his cousins really enjoyed playing in the foam pit, jumping on the trampolines and running around. What I didn’t bargain for was having to join them in the foam pit to keep the little guys from getting buried by the big kids. It was one of the best workouts I’ve had in a long time. Just after getting out from my second round in the pit, I had a little panic attack. I had just lifted Zach up and out of the pit and while I was getting myself out he apparently had jumped back in. I was looking all over the place for him and was starting to freak out when I finally saw his orange shorts peeking out of the foam. He was happy as could be. I was just relieved that he hadn’t run off somewhere. Fortunately he was close enough that I could pull him out without having to go back in myself.
After the party we headed over to a friend’s house to hang out. I was both happy and sad to see him running off with the eight-year-old girls to play. He is finally to the age where I can let him go play with them without hovering over him, but at the same time it is hard for me to just let him go. I still want to protect him and make sure he isn’t putting odd things into his mouth or getting into things he shouldn’t. He thinks it is really cool though. He no longer has to sit around listening to me gab with my friends and instead gets to go play and have fun.
We ended up staying pretty late watching a movie and Zach was wide awake the whole time. I put him on my lap and snuggled up with him hoping he would fall asleep, but it didn’t work until about the last two minutes of the movie. I, of course, fell asleep and missed quite a bit of the show, but Zach watched the whole movie, including some language that he really shouldn’t have been hearing. It wasn’t exactly my best parenting decision ever. I just really wanted him to settle down and go to sleep. I’m just hoping he doesn’t start quoting Jack Black until he is at least in his teens. The way his little mind is soaking things up here lately it wouldn’t surprise me if he picked up a few new terms.
It also appears that I will not be writing the KC blog over there. There was a little bit of a mix-up and some miscommunication. I was a little bummed out at first but now I’m ok with it. As my Hubby will attest to, I really don’t need to be taking on any more projects right now anyway.
Sometimes when I’m watching TV, the emotions just come flying at me. Last night I was thrilled to see a new episode of Grey’s Anatomy. The whole situation with Izzie and the daughter that she gave up had me bawling. Then, seeing the little girl with Leukemia in the hospital bed really turned the faucets on. It got me thinking about what I would do if Zach were ever in that situation. I hate it when he so much as scrapes his knee. The thought of him being terminally ill is just not one I want to have in my mind.
When I finished my TiVo’d episode of Grey’s I got all caught up in the middle of October Road. I’ve really been wanting to watch that one but missed the first couple of episodes so I figured I’ll catch up on dvd later. For some reason I started watching this show mid-episode. Again, there was a little boy in a hospital bed. There was a scene where the mom was talking to him while he slept, telling him how much she loved him and all the things that they liked to do together. It choked me up. I don’t know if it was the mother/son thing or what, but it was all I could do to contain myself watching that scene. Hubby was laughing at me for actually having to grab a tissue, but I just couldn’t stop the waterworks.
It didn’t end there though. My thoughts wandered to all of the kids out there suffering from diseases, injured in car accidents, and on and on. I imagined the pain that the parents must feel seeing their child who is so much a part of themselves lying there helpless. I thought about how lucky I am, that I have never had to experience it. My heart aches for those who have. I thought about how no matter how old your child is, you will always ache when they are hurt, whether it be physical pain or emotional.
Then my thoughts turned to the tragedy at VA Tech. The whole thing seemed very surreal to me at first. I don’t know anyone personally who was affected by it, although some of my online acquaintances were. I suppose I just wanted to block it out because I have a hard time knowing that there are people out there who have no respect for human life. But last night I started thinking about the families and about all of the mothers and fathers who lost a son or daughter due to the actions of one disturbed man. I hurt for them. I cried for them. I cried for myself because I don’t know how I would ever move on if that happened to my family. The reality of the situation finally hit me.
Before I went to bed, I stopped in Zach’s room to tuck his blanket back around him. I looked at my precious boy lying there sleeping and thanked God that he was safe, at least for one night. I know that he will see much pain and sorrow in his lifetime, as every generation before him has. I can only hope that he will be able to reach past the pain and enjoy all of the good stuff life has to offer as well.
Comments closedWhy is it that totally insignificant details can cause the most heated debates? Why do people blow off big issues and stress about things that just don’t really matter when you look at the big picture? I’m not saying that I’m not guilty of it myself because I probably am, but it bugs me.
Why is it that we scoff when a celebrity makes a derogatory comment, yet we accept it in every day life? We should all learn to respect each other a little bit more.
Why is it that the more I have to do, the less motivated I am to do it? I end up procrastinating on things and pushing them to the last minute (like taxes) and then I feel completely rushed and hope I don’t screw them up.
Why does it take me twice as long to drive home as it does to drive to work when I am going the exact same distance?
Why does the price of gas always seem to increase on the day that I need to fill my tank?
Why does unhealthy food taste so much better than the healthy stuff?
Who decided that five days a week should be for work and only two days for play?
Where IS Waldo?
Can anyone explain this?
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