S Club Mama

Moose,  You have been such a joy since you were born (after that delivery, that is). At 9lbs. 8oz. you were our Moose; a big boy by any standards but still a little baby to us.  It was as though you wanted to be as sweet as pie after putting me through such pain to get you into this world! You made your own routine quickly, eating every few hours (whether food or bottle). You were routine in so many ways: rolling over, walking, talking, teething. God knew that I needed someone laid-back while I finished school.  You have always adjusted well to life. Whether going to college activities with me, switching day care, staying home with me, moving to Virginia, moving back to Nebraska, getting a new baby brother, moving again. Always it's seemed that you say, "whatever" to everything life throws at us.  You have always been so sensitive, getting upset when I cry (or when another kid at the park is getting yelled at). You love fiercely (sometimes too fiercely when it co...

...are in order for my friend, Stacey, from And...So it Goes . She gave birth to a little darling girl, Emery Shae, on Friday, February 19 at 6:40am. This girl is a beaut! Makes me wish Canada was right next door so I could hop on over to play with her! Head on over to wish the mommy well and many naps.

Ok, I think I'm more a fan of going into labor on my own than this inducement process - and I haven't even begun (a few more hours...). Oh my goodness! It's taking F.O.R.E.V.E.R. Since this morning at 6:30am (when Big A went into Moose's room to get TP and woke him up accidentally), I've been awake....waiting to say bye to my little boy....leaving him in (capable) hands that aren't mine....waiting to get my cervix checked (which I HATE)....and my last meal as a mommy of one....and then the labor pains. I have only in the late hours of last night been thinking of the pain. That horrible, horrible pain. The back labor. The head crowning. IVs (I HATE IVs). Epidural (maybe). So many things to be terrified of. And yet, if I look at it with perspective, those are but moments in the grand scheme of things. Moments to get to the best part. Seeing that little scrunched up face. Hearing those first beautiful cries. Bonding over nursing and cuddling. Those little fingers w...