But I guess I should start at the begining huh?

I was 18 when my hubby and I concived for the second time. (the first pregnacy resulting in a spontanious misscarrage at 12 weeks, we were devistated) We had been TTC since my misscarrage (about a year) and we had desided to give it a rest and wait a while before we tryed again. We splurged and got all sorts of camping gear and snuck off in the night to have a few days alone with out anyone (my parents are our neibors) knowing where we had gone. We hiked the 2 miles from our home to our fav. camping spot and sat up camp by flash light at about midnight. We woke the next morning to a romantic interlude.hehe All was fine and dandy till we exited the tent to realize that we had poped our tent on a yellow jackets nest (really mean bees)(and my husband is allergic)while we were takeing the tent down to relocate our came site. he was stung 3 times and had to go sit down. So I had to carefully remove the tent and all our supplys by myself. By late morning we were relocated and had had breakfast (cold hot dogs on bread and chips with a soda to wash it down); and were siting quitely in our camping chairs reading books enjoying the silence. When out of nowhere we heard voices calling for our dog. We just cringed, and almost ran! A minute later and my husbands little sister and one of her friends (who lives close to us and she was spending the week with) came into view. We thought ok they'll visit a bit and leave. BUT NOO they stayed! That night we had all 4 of us cramed into our one little tent (my hasband is 5'10 his sister was 5'3" and her freind was 6'2" {we nicknamed her the amazon girl} and me and my mear 5') in a basic 4 man tent in which their may have been room for 3 average sized females! But anyway by then the dead had been done! When we were walking home 3 days later! I started feeling funny. We got home and our company continued to stay with us for an additional week! So no hanky panky for us. A few weeks later I really knew something was up I was 2 days late and I was never late. I bought a test and it said I was pregnant. I sheduled a appointment for the next week. At that first doctors visit they confermed that I was pregnant and they did a vaginal ultrasound, and told me I was a little more than 5 weeks pregnant. They told me that my due date was March 13th but I knew it would be sooner cause I knew when I had concived, they said June 14th (my birthday) but I knew it was June 5th (the first day of our camping trip) At my 21st week check up they did another ultrasound and told us he was a boy! (there was no doubt it was a boy (he mooned the thing))

 

My husband begain working at Wal-Mart following an injury that kept him from his usually profession (construction). (I was about 26 weeks by then) And I started going to work with him and lapping the store over and over while he worked. At one point I even took a note book and pencil and wrote down all the stuff and its price that I wanted/needed/or thought was cool. AS time drew nearer my husbands younger siblings were asked to come stay with me so that I wouldnt be alone if and when I went into labor and my husband was at work.

They took turns and on Feb 23rd we took the little brother home and desided to stay a few nights with them via a request from the little sister cause her birthday was in a few days. And she wanted to go with me on my Wal-Mart walk for her birthday! So the evening of the 24th when my husband went to work my sister in law and I went too, he ended up working over and she and I ended up lapping that store for well over 9 hours. On the ride back to her house I felt a few odd feelings (odd not painful) but put them off to hunger and fatige.

The next day (Feb 25th) since we haddn't really planed on staying with them and it was still a few more days till my husband little sisters birthday and she still wanted us to stay, my husband dropped her and I off at our house so that I could get some stuff together while he worked to take back to his moms house. I put some cloths (the only ones I could still fit) into the washer and sat down in my favorite chair next to my big fish tank and watched my fish and my sister in law playing video games for a few hours. At about 6:45 or so I got up to go pee and when I wiped there was a slimy pink streak on the paper. SO I desided I might just be in labor! I got my wet clothes out of the washer and asked my SIL if she could get my bath caddy (that I had fixed up for the visit to her house) and meet me across the yard at my moms house. I went in and my mom and grandma were siting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. I told my mom what I had found and asked her what she thought. She said that I could be in labor. I asked her if I could take a bath in her tub (so that if I got stuck she could help me out) and if she could dry my clothes for me.

Well I soked in the tub for about an hour and I ducked down in the tub to wash my hair and I even shaved my legs. (I still had felt no pain) As I dried off when I bent to dry my feet My belly felt tight (not painfull just tight). I hollerd down the hall for my clothes and Mom brought them to me. I dressed in all but my shirt. (I had to get someone to help with my bra first. My mom asked me if I was having contractions and I told her I hadnt felt any pain but I told her about what I had felt in the bath room while drying. She made me sit down and she sat on the floor in front of me with one hand on top and one hand under my big o' belly and sat watching her watch after about 30min she stood up handed me the phone and told me to call the hospital and have the doctor paged. And to tell them my contractions were 3 minutes apart. I called and about 10 min later the doctor called me and told me to meet him at the hospital that he'd be there as soon as he finished eating dinner with his family.

(it was about 8:30 by then) And I called my husband at work to ask him if he wanted to meet us at the hospital or come home and ride with me. It was so funny how he reacted. When he picked up the phone, I asked him if he wanted to come home in time to see his son born. He studdered and asked "isis she ok hows she doing is she at the hospital already?!?!?" I said no I'm fine I just wanted to know if you were going to be there when hes born. He again studderd and asked how I was and should I be on the phone if I was in labor. I laughed at him and told him to just go tell his super that his wife was in labor and he need to go. and At that he said I'll be there in a min and hung up.

In the mean time i desided I best go tell his little sister that she needed to save her game and get ready to go. I walked back across the yard and sat down in my chair. I asked her if she was at a good point to save and if she would go get my bags so that we could go when her brother got there. She was just coming out of my room with my bags when My husband pulled into the drive.(about 7 minutes after I had hung up the phone with him it was a 15 minute drive to Wal-Mart!) (he was nervose!!)

He came in the house like a banchee and started studdering/yelling at his sister where was I. I stood up and walked around the corner and said I"m right here are you ready to go. He didnt know what to do weather to pick me up and carry me back to my moms car or slap me for being up and about and calm when he was so nervus. it was funny! I almost had to force him not to pick me up and not to try to help me to death before we got back to mom's (she was driving cause of how nervose my husband was). And she had to be to work in a few minutes anyway (she works in the ER at the hospital). We got there a bit after 9 and I almost screamed when the orderly wouldnt let me walk to labor and delivery! He scooped me up in a wheel chair before I could protest and was wheeling me down the hall at a fast pace. (I still had had no pain) he dumped me in a labor room that was full of nurses allready.they gave me a gown and a cup and told me to strip put on the gown and pee in the cup. I was so relived that they didnt want to baby me! By the time I was done and was just crawling into the bed my husband had gotten done registering me and my mom and SIL were there from parking the car. Not 2 minutes later the doctor walked in. He asked me if I was Ok and he checked to see how far I was. I was 8cm 98%efaced.(still had had no pain) He asked the nurse who was hooking me up to the belly monitors to hand him the hook to break my water, when he broke it he found that the baby had pooped in it. And they called for more nurses and another doctor. Whlie he was explaing what the poop in the water ment one of the nurses snuck a IV into my hand and for the rest of the time thats where my focus was I couldnt stand it! As the last nurse left the room she told me to just holler when I felt the need to push (they didnt figure things were going to go very fast cause they haddnt picked up a contraction since they had hooked me up (I still had had no pain)(but had just felt a contraction) I asked her how bad she wanted me to have to push when I called for her. She stoped dead in her tracks and started walking back to me. And asked me if i felt like i needed to push and I said a little bit. She checked me and I was 9 1/2 cm and 99% efaced she called for the doctor! About 30 seconds later the room filled with nurses and the two doctors (the second one was for the baby). I pushed 3 times and the doctor desided (after the top of the head was out that he was going to use a suckton on the baby to get it out faster instead of letting me push one more time) Then he said one more push. I pushed and out poped the baby (9:50pm) he didnt even have time to pull on the sucktion. He took it off the baby and cleaned out his mouth. A half push and the reat of the baby was out the second doctor rushed over cut the cord (which my husband had wanted to do) and took the baby off to the corner to examine him to make sure he hadnt gotten any of the poop into his lungs. He checked out fine and was handed to me and I feed him. Then the nurses took him to finish all the technical stuff and I was allowed to clean up and I asked if I could go smoke (yes I smoke) They asked me if I was Ok and I said yes but I think after all that and this dang IV I deserve a smoke. Thats when we remembered that we had forgotten about my SIL being in the corner of the room the whole time. She was still in shell shock and just kept repeating "he was playing with your inards." (the placnta) We took her with us to the smoking block so that she could get out of that room and get some air. (yes I walked to the smoking block 15minutes after giving birth) My poor SIL asked me if I was ok and which of my inside parts the doctor had been playing with. I told her that that had been the placenta that part that had attaced the baby to me while I was pregnant. And she became a bit more relived cause she thought the baby had ripped out all my insides! (she was 15) but we all got a good laugh out of her shock and of our forgeting to let her go to the waiting room first (but thing kinda went too fast!) The next day a doctor circumsized Mike and my sister and her daughter came to visit and she anouced that she was pregnant now and that stole all my limelight of just having a baby! the following morning we both went home.

 

Over the next two weeks I refused to sleep. I thought that if I fell asleep and the baby cried that my husband would get mad at me for alowing the baby to wake him when he had to go to work. (he wouldnt had I just thought he would!) As a result of the stress my milk dryed up and I couldnt feed my own baby this really upset me. My mom went and got some formula and bottle fed him and he was fine, but I was not. I broke down and finally told her and my husband what I had been doing. My mom said that she would take the baby for me for a few days so that I could get some sleep and get right again. She kept him for about a week and brought him back. About two weeks later my mom got a call from my sisters Husbands family telling her my sister was in intensive care. She had had a blood clot get stuck in her lung and had passed out and almost lost the baby. After my mom got home for visiting her she came to me and asked me if she could "borrow" my baby for a few days to keep her mind off my sister being so ill. Since I had a few things I needed to do I agreed. This was my worst mistake ever! I finally got Mike back for good when he was almost 3 years old! after a coustody hearing where my mom tryed to take my kids. And I was about to have my 3rd child!

 

Today he still says he loves grandma more than me and even went through a time when he would tell me he hated me. I still have to fight with him to keep him from screaming till he gets sick to go to her. When ever she comes to visit he wants to go home with her. And has even told me that he wants to live with her not me.

He started Kindergarden this year and seems to be doing well so far.

 

UPDATE JUNE 23 2009

Mike is now 8 and quite a big boy i can wear his socks and shoes! (corse i'm small) He will be starting 3rd grade in August. And just about everyone things there is something wrong with him. We dont know yet what that something is but we are working on it. We have a few ideas, hes left handed? (he showed some lefty ness as a baby and his grandparents and his teachers encoraged him to use his right which he says hurts) or maybe ODD he tested fairly high for it recently and high anixity. or maybe its asbergers (a kinda autisum) or something else altogether.

he is seeing a counsilor and likes her pretty well she says shes seen some of all this in him too.

As far as his 'love' for grandma its still there it is getting a bit better as far as the begging to go to her house ALL the time but he does still say he loves her more "most" of the time.

 

DOB 2/25/01 9:50pm

Weight 5lbs12.6oz.

Length 17 3/4in

head 13 3/4in