It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but still nerve racking.
We got to bed a little after 11 and I was up at 3. It was more of a tease then sleep. Especially if you have a baby that woke up at 2.
Here is Lael at 4am. Smiling.
She is my hero.
We made it to the hospital and checked in by 5. We spent about an hour in the Peds wait room where we made various buildings out of wood sticks.
By 6:30 we were taken into the operating room. They allowed her to keep her pjs on and take her stuffed animal Rainbow Monkey.
We played Angry Birds and other silly games. Hubby and Kobi waited in the OR wait room.
The doctors were great. They came in and joked around with her. They explained everything that would happen.
She made the nurses laugh. She's awesome like that. She wasn't nervous AT ALL. (can't say the same for myself)
At 7:25 I had to say my goodbyes. I was sooo nervous. They tell you there is a small percentage of people who don't wake up from surgery. I prayed my baby wasn't in that percentage. I prayed and prayed.
I walked down to the wait room and distracted myself with the cuteness of Kobi. It was the shortest and longest hour ever.
At 8:30 the surgeon came in smiling and told me they were done and everything went perfect.
My hubby decided to go see her first since I saw her off (that pissed me off but I understood). He showed up a few minutes later telling me to go back because she was still sleep.
I went back and there she was, knocked out.
5 minutes passed. Then 10, 15, 20. I watched the little boy who came out after Lael wake up and cuddle with his mom.
I began to get nervous. Right when I started asking questions she woke up. She looked at me and started to cry. Not a sobbing cry but the silent tears down your cheek type.
I hushed her not to cry and of course she cried more which of course made me cry.
She was awake. A little high, but awake.
After a Popsicle and a few minutes of Shrek we were moved our own private room.
We spent about 3hrs there and then it was time to go home.
Pain or no pain. She still smiles.
There will be nothing but JELLO, Popsicle's and juice for the next few days. But I don't hear her complaining.
I am surrounded by other mothers on a daily basis.
Every one of us has our own story.
Some of us have had it easy.
The fairytale story. Great family, great schools, college, marriage, kids, etc.
Not necessarily in that order.
Some of us have had a more bumpy road.
When I sit on the sidelines at soccer with the other moms I sometimes wonder what happened in each of their lives.
Lives that landed us in the same place at the same time.
I look at the one little boy who can sometimes be OUT OF CONTROL but his parents love him some terrible. I look at them. An older couple.
The lady petite and quiet. The husband large and loud.
They seem so opposite yet so happy. What’s their story I wonder.
There’s the one little blonde girl who is clueless on the field. Her mother doesn’t yell from the sidelines for her to “kick the damn ball already”, but instead has her water bottle ready when it’s break time. She gives her a big hug and tells her how she’s doing such a great job.
Then there the brother and sister. Lael has taken to the sister. They were in Cheerleading together so they are like magnets to one another.
But the brother. There is something a little different about him.
He’s quieter than the others. He runs a little different.
I talk to the mom at every practice but I don’t dare ask.
But yesterday she shared her story with me.
Her story of how her precious baby was born when she had already had a 1 and 3 year old. How she couldn’t get her baby to eat.
How her baby threw up lime green. Stomach acid.
Her baby slept all day.
She took him in at 3 weeks and tried to have her committed for abuse.
They soon learned that her precious boy was allergic to food. Her milk. Formula.
He pretty much starved for the first 6 weeks of his life.
Until they figure it out.
Because of that he has complications.
Things that will be with him always.
My heart hurt for this mom. But I was also proud of her.
Even though he ran with a limp, she didn’t exclude him.
The kids tend to back off when he has the ball, to give him a chance.
I noticed the coach held Lael back yesterday when her boy had the ball.
I didn’t mind.
I knew there was something special about this little boy.
And now I know why we all cheer just a little bit louder when he scores a goal.
It’s Monday and I am exhausted. I got no rest this weekend. Big surprise.
I took off of work Thursday and Friday so I started my weekend early.
Thursday I got up and headed to Lael’s school. We went on a field trip to a local bookstore where a children’s book author came to read a few of his bat books to them.
After the trip we headed back to the school where Lael shared cupcakes with all her friends to celebrate her birthday.
Friday (Lael’s actual birthday) we got up early for a 7am dentist appointment. I know. I’m an AWESOME mother. Hey, she was out of school that day so I had to take advantage of it.
The original plan was for her to get sealants on her molars. However, after she gagged a few times while they were trying to get x-rays, they decided a cleaning and flouride would do it for the day.
Later that evening we headed to Lael's school for the Annual Halloween Ball. Oh the cute. I mean, come on. It was almost too much for me to handle. And you wouldn’t believe the squeals that I heard when the DJ played Justin Beiber’s “Baby”. Hilarious.
Saturday morning we got up early again and headed to Lael’s soccer game. Her games were usually at 10 but this one was at 9. I don’t know if it was because of the time change or the fact that it was only 40 degrees out but the kids sucked. I mean we kick ass in every game but they sucked bad.
Lael got a bloody lip in the first 10 mins and hit in the eye with the ball in the last 10. And the 20 in between were just horrible. The kids couldn’t wait for their turn to be benched so they could put their coats back on.
Right after the game we headed home to get ready for Lael’s costume bowling party. Fun. Fun. I’m so tired, but oh the Fun! The kids bowled, told scary stories, ate pizza and cake and I sent their cute little asses home.
Grandma took the girls with her after the party so me, hubby and Kobi went home and crashed.
Yesterday I woke up and ate leftover cake for breakfast. It was really that kind of weekend.
I headed out to the store with a friend to get some baby shower decorations. We spend most of our time driving around letting the GPS get us lost and then being stuck in traffic.
By the time we got home, there was just enough time to get Lael to Burger King, come home to eat it and get ready for Trick or Treating.
I got Kobi and her ready and we were out. It was freezing! Wind and all. After about an hour and a half we called it quits.
We were home by 7:30 and I had Lael in the bed with teeth brushed by 9. And then she was up crying about ghost at 9:30. And then she was up again at 10:30. And again at 11.
And here I sit at my computer at work. Just glad to be sitting.
My name is Keyona (Key-ah-nuh). I've been Active Duty in the Air Force for 13 years. I am a mom to a 9 year old girl and a stepmom to an 11 year old girl and a jungle gym to a 2 year old boy.
I am married to my best friend.
I am easy to get along with.
I am silly.
I am forgetful.
I am proud to be a mom.
I am happy to share a piece of my life.
She's 7 going on 16. She is in the 2nd grade. She loves hotdogs, fairies and all things nice. Currently she loves to watch all things Disney and Nickelodeon but every now and then I'll catch her watching Dora. I just pretend not to notice. Her favorite saying is "My Bad". It drives me nuts. She has a strong will but loves to please her mama. She has a smile that can melt you and cheeks you want to nibble on. She is the best part of me and the light in my life.
The last member of our family was born May 14th. We are still getting acquainted with one another.....