Tuesday, July 28, 2009

My peices of Heaven

Lately the most commonly asked question to me has been, "Are you done?". Referring of course to me having more kids. Why is everyone so concerned with my sex life? I mean honestly it is just a more polite way of asking, "Are you going to have unprotected sex again in the near future?". I would undestand if I had borrowed money from people to care for my kids, or if I complained about them, but I haven't. Besides I only have 4 kids, not 20. In the old days people had 12 kids or more and it was normal. Why did that change? The more kids I have, the more I want. After my first, I wasn't sure if I could handle more then one. When brooke came along and I saw how amazing it was to have two sisters being best friends, I wanted a million. I think after each child I have been able to enjoy life more. They teach me so much about life, about parenting, about being human. They remind me of what's important and keep me on track. Their innocence is my little reminder of heaven. Knowing that we were together before we came to earth and to remind me to be a better person so we can be there together again. Why wouldn't I want more of that?

McDonalds Has the Right Idea

Why can't every restaurant be like McDonald's? I mean the food isn't world class or healthy, but what if every family restaurant had a playground? My mom and I took the kids there yesterday and it was so nice when they got done eating I could actually finish my own food, have a conversation, and not have to worry about anything being messed up. If more restaurants had a play area I bet more money would be spent there. Wouldn't you eat at a place where the kids could go off and play and you can get more then two consecutive bites in and end the dinner without indigestion because of speed eating? Why has only a fast food restaurant thought of this?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Baby Number 4

I don't know why I was so much more scared of having this baby then I was was of the last three. Probably because it was unexpected and we were just getting a good schedule together for the other kids. This was also my first delivery in a hospital. Not a bad experience at all and other then going home right after giving birth, not too different. No feet in stirrups, Doc sat on the bed, etc. The only thing I was kind of hoping for was when those contractions really got going I thought it would be nice to have an epidural. I was scared of them too though because I never had a needle jammed in my spine before. By the anesthesiologist came in and was explaining it all to me, risks and benefits, I was pretty positive I had run out of time. But the nurse swore we had planty of time and they never tell any one its too late. My mom laughed at her and less then 30 seconds later my doc walked in, shoowed the anesthesiologist away and said "start pushing". I wanted to punch that nurse. Of course she probably wasn't used to people delivering 15 minutes after their water breaks. Poor Doctor Cooksey didn't even have time to throw a gown on. He was in his jeans and T-shirt. Actually I was glad my husband made it there before I had to start pushing. Each of my deliveries has gottenmore painful and I don't think I would have made it through this without being able to have him cheer me on. My youngest brother was even there. He was as far as he could posibly be at the head of my bed to avoid seeing anything but I think it was all so excitng for him he wouldn't have noticed anyways. He hung out with the doctor after it was over and checked out the placenta and all. Maybe he will end up a doctor. It feels so good to have all my kids back under one roof and none in my tummy. I can't wait until we're all back on a schedule, but we're doing good so far.