So I'll be talking about my son a lot in this blog since he is the root of all my humor. He's now 18 (almost 19) years old and I don't think a day goes by that he doesn't crack me up some how. From here on out I'll refer to him as "Matt"...after all that is the name I gave him :)
With the exception of being traumatized early in my pregnancy by learning I was A- blood type and would need the famous "peanut butter" shot, having food poisoning at six months (we had gone to a local Mexican restaurant to celebrate our anniversary and something I ate did not agree with me...I'll spare you the gross details but let's just say I lost 9 pounds within 24 hours and ended up in the hospital getting hydrated), and falling in construction cement glue at seven months (now this is a story that's much better told in person but I'll give you enough to make you chuckle...imagine being huge, falling flat on your back in the glue, and then your caring co workers trying so desperately to get the glue off, using of all things...tissues...that's right, a huge, prego woman looking like a tarred and feathered chicken...go ahead, visualize and laugh, believe me I do), other than these great moments, my pregnancy was fairly easy. I now believe I was given an easy pregnancy to make up for the not so easy life that was ahead of me.
When I was pregnant, all I wanted of my baby was for "her" to have hair and a vajay jay...I got one out of the two plus "something extra". "He" was born with a big patch of hair at 11:15 pm and it was about three hours later that my then husband and I learned our baby boy had an extra chromosome...otherwise known as Down syndrome. Our precious baby boy, was not like all those other babies he was laying next to in the nursery. Our experience had changed and was nothing like all the other new parents who were celebrating that evening.
No, we were a young couple, having our first child, and our happy world had just ended.
And a happier world had just begun...
With the exception of being traumatized early in my pregnancy by learning I was A- blood type and would need the famous "peanut butter" shot, having food poisoning at six months (we had gone to a local Mexican restaurant to celebrate our anniversary and something I ate did not agree with me...I'll spare you the gross details but let's just say I lost 9 pounds within 24 hours and ended up in the hospital getting hydrated), and falling in construction cement glue at seven months (now this is a story that's much better told in person but I'll give you enough to make you chuckle...imagine being huge, falling flat on your back in the glue, and then your caring co workers trying so desperately to get the glue off, using of all things...tissues...that's right, a huge, prego woman looking like a tarred and feathered chicken...go ahead, visualize and laugh, believe me I do), other than these great moments, my pregnancy was fairly easy. I now believe I was given an easy pregnancy to make up for the not so easy life that was ahead of me.
When I was pregnant, all I wanted of my baby was for "her" to have hair and a vajay jay...I got one out of the two plus "something extra". "He" was born with a big patch of hair at 11:15 pm and it was about three hours later that my then husband and I learned our baby boy had an extra chromosome...otherwise known as Down syndrome. Our precious baby boy, was not like all those other babies he was laying next to in the nursery. Our experience had changed and was nothing like all the other new parents who were celebrating that evening.
No, we were a young couple, having our first child, and our happy world had just ended.
And a happier world had just begun...
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