Prematurity

We are getting ready for the March of Dimes walk this Saturday. Our small team (which includes Cody, Parks, and myself) has raised $500! I don't exactly want to get up early and do the walk but it is for such a good cause. It was 6 1/2 months ago that Parks was born prematurely. You wouldn't know by looking at him now. He is such a healthy beautiful little boy. He weighed in at just 2lbs 9oz. We visited the NICU twice a day everyday until he came home. Those were THE HARDEST days of my life. Even though the days are past us it is still very hard for me to even think about. So much happened from the first day I found out I was pregnant that I would like to spend the next several days blogging about my whole experience. I need the therapy.

A Letter to My Baby Boy.

You came into this world very small, but you have quickly become the biggest part of my life. Your very presence on this earth confirms the existence of God. Your birth has re-established my hope for this world. When I see your smile my heart melts and I know what my purpose is...to be your mother. I am eagerly looking forward to the days, weeks, months, and years ahead. Watching you grow up will be my greatest pleasure in this life. I will pray for you to be strong in spirit and body. You will favored by man and blessed by God. How fortunate your dad and I are to be your parents. I love you so much!

Hugs and Kisses,

Mama

Call Me Petty & A Little Immature

Why am I such a bad fighter when it come to my domestic fights. For instance I was mad at Cody one morning so when he got up to take a shower I ran around the house turning on all the hot water faucets i.e the bathrooms, the kitchen sink, the dish washer, and the washing machine. I took pleasure in the fact that he was no doubt taking a cold shower. And just last night he asked me to go somewhere with him. I wanted to go. But instead I turned down the offer just because I was mad. Do other married couples do this? Am I alone out there in my immature bubble?

Today Started With A Bang.

Today started with a bang. (on my roof that is) Cody and I had decided last night that he would be the one to get up with Parks this morning. Parks would do his usual and wake up around 7:30 and I would feed him then Cody would take him to the living room to play so that I could sleep in. So this morning rolls around and I am overwhelmed with delight thinking about how I would finally be getting some much needed rest. Just about the time I was smiling on my pillow I hear the sounds of BANG THUD BANG THUD. EF! I forgot the roofers were coming. Somehow Parks managed to still get some of his morning nap in but not Mama. I think the roofers had an effect on him too because he was so irritable all day long. I call it THE FUSS and it was in full force today. THE FUSS wears me down. It messes with my rational thinking. Its not like the cry. The cry actually gets me a little sympathetic and all my motherly instincts come out. Not with THE FUSS. The fuss is a continual burst of little cries that goes on and on. It has a dash of whine with hint of attitude. Well it has worn me completely out. I am exhausted.

Blogging about the blog

Well its official I am blogging. Why you might ask? I don't blame you. I have asked myself this over the last several days. But why not? It seems everyone else has a blog and if they have something to say that is worth reading...then surely I do too! I am in the most wild (yes wild) and monotonous time in my life. How the two go together you will quickly find out. I generally have the same round about tasks from day to day. Some less important than others. And yet I live with my husband, baby and three dogs and are alive and well! I hope this blog will examine the ups and downs and be put forever in time and space for Parks (my son) to read when the time comes. I think he will enjoy knowing what our lives were once.