Mother’s Day

Every Mother’s Day, I request pictures with my kids and I love looking back at them.

This Mother’s Day, we went to our park to my favorite bench.

And it wasn’t long before we were blowing wishes!

And to be honest, I never know what to wish for, because I’ve already got my dream wish.

My husband still makes me laugh and comforts me when I cry.

I’m tired and been through a rough year, but my body is slowly getting stronger and my eyes show my joy.

Joy for this squeezie treasure who’s just as cute as can be.

Joy for this young man who randomly declares, “You’re the best, Mom!” with a wonderful smile. Or slings his arm around my shoulders and asks, “Who’s our favorite Mom-face?” Always makes day!

Joy for this boy with a huge heart who takes time every day to stop, look into my eyes and ask, “Mom, how are you feeling?” It gets me every time.

Joy for this gentle boy who melts my heart with his generosity one moment and then makes me guffaw the next when he breaks out his perfect infomercial voice.

Joy for this sneaky child whose sole mission in life is to hide and jump out when I least expect it. “Hi, Mom!… Did I scare you??”

Joy for this sparkly ninja princess who plays dolls with a vengeance that I love beyond measure.

Together they fulfill every dandelion wish I could ever make. Thank you, my dear children. You make every day special because you’re in it. I love you!!

Five months old

Our sweet Googa Pants is turning five months old! I felt so sad and had a good cry over him growing so fast. I hugged him and buried my head into him. In return, he gave a big raspberry and started rooting around for his bedtime meal.

So I laughed and settled down to rock and nurse him, soaking in the feel of his tight grip on my finger and the crazy way he suddenly decided to talk and drink at the same time. I guess he had a lot to say, but then he choked and started coughing.

Then he finally settled down and took it seriously. Within a few minutes he had drifted off into the land of sleep-nursing. He spends a couple hours there every night before he’s ready for me to put him in his bed.

Then I sneak out of his room and look forward to the next time I get to hold him. I can’t believe it’s been five months since I first held him. He’s such a treasured part of me, it feels like he’s always been here. And yet, it has gone so fast.

Thank you for coming to our family, dear son. I love you so much and am so grateful to be your mom.

Day 3: Meeting his brothers and sister!

On the way home from the hospital, Charming and I planned out everything!

First, he would push me to the house in my wheelchair and set me up on the couch.

Then he would get Sir Sweetness from the car and hand him to me.

Finally, our other children would nicely line up and quietly take turns meeting their new baby brother as Charming recorded it.

It was such a lovely plan.

And I have no idea what we were smoking when we thought it up.

Because as soon as we drove down the street, my five children, mother and sister poured from the house and into my lap!! (Even our wonderful neighbor came out and gave all of the children gifts!!)

And you know what? It was way better than our plan. :) Seeing them all bursting with exclamations of awe and squeals of joy was loud, overwhelming and adorable.

Welcome to the family, dear Sweetness.

Day 3: Ready to leave and name our new treasure!

Our time at the hospital was up. I had passed all of the medical hurdles for my recovery and Sir Sweetness had passed all of his.

Usually I’m still beyond exhausted and not ready to leave emotionally or physically, so I ask to stay another day and my OB approves it. But this time around, my bed at home was calling my name.

It was a new bed with an adjustable base that catered perfectly to my chronic joint pain and intense acid reflux. For the first time ever, I could sleep through my whole pregnancy and wasn’t already exhausted going into the hospital! (Oh, how I dreaded those endless nights of pain at the end of my pregnancy with Princess Shoo-Shee.)

In comparison, I just couldn’t sleep in the hospital bed this time, even with eight pillows tucked all around me. And a searing fire of pain ripped through my incision every time I struggled to get out. Or in. Or out again. I knew I’d heal so much better with my new bed at home.

The other thing that usually kept me at the hospital was the comfort of room service at my fingertips. But this time I knew I’d be fine at home with the weekly meal service we purchased for our family that I deeply appreciated and enjoyed.

So for the first time in Heidi C-section History, I didn’t pray to stay an extra day.

[Moment of stunned silence.]

Instead, I prayed that we could finally name our dear child. And amazingly, Charming suddenly thought of a great name!!

We held our breath, worried that it would lose its appeal. But. It. Didn’t! So I whipped out our last hospital form and filled it out!!

(Well, OK. Maybe I chickened out and wrote it on scratch paper first… You know, just to see how it felt. And how it looked. And you know what? I loved it!!)

“We did it!!!”

After that, we loaded up and headed out! Charming pushed me in my wheelchair. And the nurse pushed our son in his car seat, our bags and my walker. :) (She was impressive!)

I felt a tug at my heart when we passed the waiting area outside the maternity ward. I looked at the spot where I waited to meet my child and knew it would forever be special to me.

Before I knew it, Sir Sweetness was settled in for his first car ride ever! Although, he really had no idea. But at least he was burrowed in the same knitted hat and blanket that every one of our newborn sons have worn at the hospital.

Hi, hat!! We’re almost home!!

… to be continued.