37 Weeks

Preggo update! I am 37 weeks. David is cramped and quite the little kicker! I visit the doctor each week now and he says I'm moving right along. I would be perfectly happy to have this sweet boy YESTERDAY! What I do remind myself is God is our Creator. He knits us in our mothers womb. Every fiber, every breath is designed by Him alone. He is obviously still knitting and I can feel those sharp needles at work. So for now, I continue "nesting" and driving my wonderful husband crazy.

From sickness to playtime

Our family was hit by the dreaded Stomach Virus! Not just one or two of us and not just the 12 hour run. Samuel gave it his best shot and managed to keep the nasty thing for a week! The poor guy had it the worst and Tim's family stepped up to the plate and helped us shower TLC on our little man. For thanks- it passed thru Tim, myself, both Grandparents, cousins, and Uncle. Lets just say I don't care to see Gatorade or saltines anytime soon! :)

This is the last day of recovery. We fed Samuel whatever he would eat because he had lost so much weight. He LOVES waffle fries from Chik-fil-a!!

These pictures are backwards. This is the first night of h---! My protruding belly did not stop us from major cuddle time. We snuggled up on top of garbage bags and beach towels.

Our new favorite toy! Purchased at consignment with brand new stickers and a "wax job," our like-new Tikes car is moving and grooving!

Watch your toes, he is finally getting the hang of moving forward on his own!

A tramautic day in the life of a hormonal pregnant lady

So today marked the beginning of an end of our fight with Torticollis. We arrived at the Madison Surgery Center and spent the morning filling out paperwork and trying to entertain a very hungry and grumpy child. I TRIED explaining to the 14 month old why he had to wait to eat until after surgery, but he was insistent on CRACKERS, CRACKERS, CRACKERS! Even letting him flirt with the nurses was not enough. My wonderful husband (who did not flirt with the nurses) played the comedian, the clown, the tickle monster, and the cuddler as we sat in Pre-Op.
Dr. Buckley had great bedside manner and excellent skills to match! Samuel was taken away by Nurse Steven twice the size of my handsome husband and placed in the hands of a skilled physician. I, the hormonal preggo mother, held it together until we were sent back to the lobby to watch fox news for Samuel's procedure. Don't ask me what was on the news-- it wasn't life changing! We were warned Samuel would wake up grumpy from the anesthesia.
HA! Hysterical and begging for crackers was on the agenda. My stomach sank as we entered Post-op and I could hear the cries of my son. Thankfully crackers and juice were on hand. It was tough seeing my son hooked up to an IV, hurting and unsure of what was happenning , but I am thankful we could get this over with before Baby #2 got here.
Samuel had a small slit made on his right neck muscle to help relieve the tension along the right side of his body. Doc says he should be bouncing off the walls by the next day. We will see what tomorrow brings! :)