Sky Ranch Camp

Cameron's 5th grade class went to camp at Sky Ranch this week for three days. I went as a chaperone. I had sooo much fun. As did Cameron. I am absolutely amazed at how much learning the kids do and even more at the fun they have while learning. I have never seen a camp staff more excited about their jobs and a more perfect fit for teaching 5th graders in a camp-type environment. They had 3 hours of class time in the morning and another 3 hours of class time in the afternoon. The kids had skCRAZY time where they did wild movement type activities - Ive never seen a larger group of kids doing The Cupid Shuffle! We played a real-life version of Clue, our cabin full of boys came up with the best skit (and Im not being biased here), had smores by the campfire, hiked, shot off homemade rockets, held and pet the ugliest critters of all (tarantulas, snakes, lizards, hedghog, etc). They also had two hours of free time to roam around, play sports, mini golf, volleyball or nukem and this massive size jumping pillow. We honestly had so much to do and so much fun we really didnt have problems getting 12 boys to shower and get to sleep at night. Of course they had to have their evening activity of a 12 man wrestling match, but once we got them calmed after that they were pretty easy to get in their beds and off to sleep. Getting them up was a different story but we were never late for headquarters and breakfast!

I am so glad I went with Cameron. He doesnt show too many emotions so you never really know what he is thinking. But each meal time he came to sit right next to me (with all of his friends )and this just melted my heart. Its nice to still have that connection with your child, especially now that he is getting older and really isnt into hanging out with mom anymore. I tried to not embarrass him and am pretty certain I accomplished this.

Here are just a few of our pictures from our camp experience. Check out our family web album to see all of our pictures: http://picasaweb.google.com/bran0224. PS - My son does actually own something other than that red hoodie. I just couldnt get him to part with it over these last few days, even in the Texas heat! Even at home he wears hoodies constantly.

My Dearest Courtnie

When I came home from school last night I was in quite the sour mood. I still do not love rocks and had sat on Hwy 30 for an hour and a half. Someone apparently couldnt drive and caused a serious accident. Im not lying when I say I actually put my car in park, turned the car completely off and read my new book. People looked at me like I was insane but truthfully I bet my nerves were more calm than theirs! lol.

I get home and find this sweet little note Courtnie wrote to me. She isnt the best trooper when Mom is away. She likes to remind who ever is taking care of her that everything they do "isnt the way Mommy does it". Apparently Daddy doesnt know what to cook for dinner, Mommy doesnt make sandwiches that way, etc. She reminded Jason all night that he was doing everything wrong. Poor baby!

Her note reads (her exact writing and punctuation):
"Dear mom I missed you today. I had a great time at school. We cleaned our the garge. We were stinky! Me and colton were playing school for a little bit. It was fun! At school today we watched magic school bus. It was about plant's. It was a little long. I unloaded the dishwashe. And bee we here. We were going to have hotdogs or samwiches. and we did. Well I had fun today!

Love
Courtnie"
How stinkin' sweet is that? I sat there after my long day from working, school, and the car ride home and cried. I miss my kids!! I see them on Friday mornings, drop them off at school and dont see them again until Saturday morning. We are just not used to that. I just think it such a sincere and sweet gesture for her to write me a note to tell me about her day. Love that girl!

What a Scare!

For more than two years now my periods have been horrible. They last 2-3 weeks and are pretty consistent at being every 4 weeks apart. As you can imagine, this doesnt leave alot of "off" time. Its no exaggeration that when one would last 3 weeks that I had one week off before the next one began. I have been to three gynocologists offices looking for answers and someone to tell me the problem and cure. Nothing. I finally heard of a procedure called NovaSure that would actually end my periods for the rest of my life. I really struggled with this. Few doctors will actually perform this procedure because of the risks - its harder to detect cervical cancer after this procedure has been done and my insurance wont cover the cost because "it isnt necessary". It must be a man who processed that claim, because bleeding for 2-3 weeks every month cannot possibly be normal or an okay quality of life. After my last period, which lasted 2+ weeks, I made the call and told them I was ready for this to end. They told me to call when my next peirod started.

This leads me to my scare. I was supposed to start my period LAST Monday (9/1) but as of last night it still hadnt arrived. Jason has had a vasectomy but all it takes in one furiously fast swimmer to change my life forever. After agonizing over my missing period, I finally mustered up enough courage to call a friend and tell her my fears. She laughs with me (my laugh was trying to cover up my worst fear come true) and tells me not to worry and just take a test. I didnt sleep at all last night. I kept going through every scenario possible that might occur from a pregnancy and nothing good was coming to mind. I finally wake up this morning to the happiest sight ever - my period! [insert BIG smiles] I was ecstatic! I called my doctor first thing this morning to let them know.

My first appointment is scheduled for next Thursday afternoon. This appointment is just a more detailed ultrasound. Ive actually had this done before when they were trying to find a cause for the bleeding and it isnt the most comfortable procedure. The next appointment is the following Tuesday with a biopsy being done on my cervix. I cant imagine this is going to feel wonderful either. After these, if all tests are good, I will have the final procedure done and be period-free for the rest of my life. I am sooo excited! The final procedure will be done under anesthesia but in the office. Ive actually had this done once before too from a hemorrage scare after a surgery and this was done with me awake and in excrutiating pain. My poor mom stood by me gagging trying so hard to be supportive. So knowing this will be done with me asleep is of great comfort. Im not exactly looking forward to the upcoming painful procedures but I know after they are done, relief from all of this will be a nice welcome and greatly appreciated.

I will keep you posted on how everything goes. I have never enjoyed a period more in my life and hopefully this will be my last =)

Stay-at-Home-Mom

Have you ever put thought into this title? Stay-at-home-mom. Tuesday was my only day this week to accomplish anything around the house and yet I call myself a stay-at-home mother. Hello?? When do I get to stay at home? I do work part-time, but the days that I am supposed to be at home, we are always keeping busy. Doctors appointments, dentists appointments, errands, practices, games or performances, grocery shopping, playdates. I dont even "stay-home" on the weekends! I will confess, there are times when I am "at home" that I completely do nothing. Sometimes I lay Colton down for rest time and plop my butt right here on the couch and do nothing. I dont feel guilty about it either because seriously, that may be the only time that week that I actually sit and that be the only thing I do for the moment. And Im okay with that.

This is what the "stay-at-home-mom" title really should be:
Housekeeper, cook, teacher and tutor, laundry machine operator, personal chauffer, facilities manager, janitor, computer operator, chief executive officer, mediator, accountant, entertainer, nurse and psychologist.

This title comes with some clarity - I am oncall 24/7. No sleep, sick, want a raise, need a break, desire a hot meal, lacking new clothes? Too bad. Flipside - lots and lots of love, never ending smiles, the joy in watching your child grow and learn, knowing your child has endless appreciation for all that you do (although they may not realize this until years later). I love all those job titles!! Just think the "stay-at-home-mom" title is a bit of an oxymoron.

Homemade Forts

Did anybody ever make forts out of every blanket, pillow, cushion, or any other useable piece of material in the house to build forts? My kids do this all the time. Sometimes they try to build their own individually and sometimes they will build one massive one together. Today while grocery shopping (this is an individual sport for myself, no kids or husband allowed, ever) Jason sends me a humerous text. Here is our conversation:

Jason: "Forts r not turning out to be a good idea"

Brandie: "Why? Fighting?"

A few minutes later....

Jason: "We have combined forts and all is well"

Brandie: "On my way home"

Jason: "Finally peace after a hit in the face and a knee n the nuts"

Brandie: "Literally LOL"

Im not sure if I was laughing at the way Jason told me about the happenings going down or if the thought of him having to deal with the fort-issue was funny, or both. Upon getting home, I quickly grabbed my camera and counted the amount of things used to build their one massive fort. They used: 4 pillows, 1 body pillow, 2 bean bag chairs, 20 blankets, 2 arm pillows, 1 gaming chair, 4 comforters, and the couch. And of course they all had their flashlights! I have no idea how or where they were able to climb in and out of that thing. They do get an A for the afternoon just for getting along, who cares about the incredible size mess in the living room (you cant see the toys covering the floor either)! I'll take that anyday for happy children with smiles who are all getting along.

PS - Go Broncos, tomorrow night!!!

Back to School... For Me

I started my last class last night to complete my Associates Degree. I absolutley cannot stand this class (Geology, aka Earth Science). Do we really need to study rocks? Who truly cares about rocks and how they were made or changed form overtime? As I was sitting there in my fifth hour of class, I was contemplating these lovely rocks of all shapes, sizes, colors and form. I had just shaved rocks with my fingernail, a penny, a nail, a piece of glass and a piece of tile. Thats not all my friends... I scratched things with rocks and I scrathed rocks on things. We smelled them, held them, rolled them, examined them and above all tasted them. Just kidding!!! That actually is part of the class labs but he told us we didnt have to do that (liking the guy already!). He also told us he would teach our glass just as he taught his 8th grade classes for 15 years. What a deal, 'cause Im sure my learning level about rocks is at an eighth grade level. Im certain I didnt pay attention then either. It's rocks for crying out loud!

This class is only for 11 days, not bad right? Except the class is for 11 Friday nights from 5:00-11:30pm. Terrible times! But it actually works for our family. I dont necessarily NEED dinner and downtime from waking up at 6am and getting the kids up and ready for school, making breakfast and lunches for four, and working all day. No! I can hang... if only for 11 days.

Im not sure though what I want to do from here. Id love to continue with school and complete my Bachelors in Child Development. But Id also like to get certified to be a Lactation Consultant, which I would actually use. I havent decided, so pray with/for me to listen to His guidance and direction.

Sensory Integration

This month marks the one year anniversary that Colton completed Sensory Integration therapy. For those of you who arent quite sold on this being a real diagnosis, I wish you had met my child two years ago. For those of you who have never heard of this before, let me introduce you to Sensory Integration. And for those of you who understand this and can appreciate the therapy children receive, here is our story....

Around 15 months of age, we noticed Colton was very high-strung, demanding, and tempermental when he didnt get his way. I truly believed it was just his personality (which is still somewhat true today). If he didnt want tummy-time, let me tell you everyone around knew he wasnt having it. He refused to eat baby food and there was no one who was going to convince him otherwise. He wanted things his way and only his way. In his toddler years is when we truly noticed something wasnt right. Of coruse everyone around us kept telling me he was fine, he just wants his way, hang in there. Except, they werent with him 24 hours a day like I was. If he wanted something, he gave me a 5 second time frame to figure out what it was he wanted and give it to him. If I missed that mark, too bad. He would throw himself on the floor and scream. Sounds toddler-normal right?!?! Except his fits would last for hours and when one was over, then came another (because of course I couldnt figure out what my non-speaking toddler wanted in that 5 second timeslot). This went on for months, and months, and months. I cried. He screamed. I cannot tell you how many times the older two children heard, "Not right now. Colton is crying." or "Ive had a really long day, please behave." I didnt look forward to my days with him. We didnt go out in public because of the meltdowns. We didnt have family gatherings for fear of him going crazy on us. It was a battle to get out of the house or car and it was a battle to get in the house or car. It was a battle to get in the bath and out of the bath. To get dressed and to get undressed. To eat and then to quit eatting. I always made the wrong drink, gave him the wrong snack, his socks were wrong, his shirt wasnt right, his blanket wasnt folded right, nothing was ever right.

One day I was dropping him off to my mom so that I could go alone to an appointment. I left him with my mom, him crying of course, and just sat in my car and cried. I prayed and yelled, I was completely lost after a long morning of battles. I seriously had no clue what to do. I called a friend of mine and she told me to call Excel Pediatric Therapy. So I did. I called and told them I didnt really know what to say other than I have no control over my two year old - it may be my lack of confidence and slacking as a mother of three but if that were the case I was ready to hear it and if it were something more I needed to know and get him help. As we are ending our phone call she tells me that cost just for the evaluation is $450. So we dont exactly live in wealth and I had no clue how I was going to pay for this but I knew I had to have him evaluated.

I get home that evening and am going through the mail and find a refund check for $425. (The hair on my arms is standing and tears are coming to my eyes just reminding myself of this story.) I could easily come up with the other $25 right?! I hadnt even told my husband what I had done yet! Continuing to go through the mail, I open another check from Juice Plus for $25. Can you believe this?? I had the exact amount of money needed to have him evaluated. As a mother, I knew then something was wrong and he needed help. Why would God pave this way so perfectly for nothing? I call Jason to tell him and he isnt exactly on board but knew "I" needed help and guidance if anything.

We get to the evaluation, which takes 1 1/2 hours to complete and Colton goes back with his therapist. I had previously asked her what she does when children cry uncontrollably and she reassures me that she has never had a child cry so hard or long that she cannot complete an evaluation. After 30 minutes of Colton screaming and her getting absolutely nothing accomplished, she calls me back to help. Of course I am a blithering mess just hearing him crying and knowing something wasnt right and feeling like a failure. I get back with him and clings to me like a monkey with a death grip. It takes us 15 minutes to get him calmed down and in somewhat of a state to cooperate with her.

After his evaulation, here are his results at his age of 26 months:
Stationary (control his body with gravity) - 14 months
Locomotion (ability to move from one place to another) - 20 months
Object Manipulation (catching, throwing, kicking, etc) - 23 months
Grasping (ability to use his hands) - 14 months
Visual-Motor Integration (complex hand-eye coordination) - 21 months

Tempermental and Atypical Behaviors:
Detached - 3rd percentile
Hypersensitive - <1st>
Underreactive - 2nd percentile
Dysregulated - 5th percentile

She also noted that when walking he holds his right arm close to his chest (which I had noticed a few weeks before the test) and that his eye tracking wasnt complete, meaning he would stop tracking items once they crossed the midline. He was also very tactile defensive and had severe anxiety issues. Some of the things we noticed he did include: heavy walking, fear of walking up or down stairs, transitions, climbing in or out, touching things, extreme movement (running, jumping, bouncing, flying in the air, etc), not holding things correctly, his inability to control himself.

Of course I ask why this is a problem, why him, why us. She said they didnt really know or understand why so many children have sensory-type issues. For Colton it may have been me being on bedrest for so long and he never had true movement. He never would have felt me moving up and down and therefore he never grasped his sense of gravity. It may have been a result of him not breathing quickly after birth and his slight lack of oxygen. It could be because children do not have the freedom to run around play all day; we parents cant just send our kids outside to play and expect them home by dark. The world isnt a safe place anymore. Either way, he had some sesnory problems we needed to focus on to make our home life better.

We prayerfully considered our options: we could use our clean and clear AmExp card for physical and occupational therapy or we could do nothing. We did what any parents would do and maxed out a credit card for the sake of our child. For the next few months we charged each therapy appointment twice a week (which was $165 a week) and we never looked back.
At times I wonder if we made the right decision, especially when I am STILL paying that balance off. But I remind myself of where we were and how far we've come and I know we made the right decision for Colton and for our family. Each new day I am greeted with a smiling face and my heart melts with pure excitement. He is a completely different child and one that embraces life happily. He loves to be on the go. He is super friendly and has a kind-heart and compassion for others. He is almost always smiling and only gives us his grumpy face for a few seconds when he doesnt get his way. I honestly cannot remember the last "fit" he has thrown.

Thank you to my friend who pushed me to make that call. Thank you to everyone who stood by me (and Colton) and offered encouraging words. And thank you to those who chose not to be around us or refused to talk to me on the phone during that time frame. Although I promise to never do this to you, believe it or not, this was a confirmation to me that something wasnt right.

So thats our Sensory Integration story.....

Colton's Birth Story

My pregnancy and delivery with Colton were quite dramatic. We were thrilled to be pregnant with our third, and last, child. However, from the very beginning I felt horrible. I wasnt nauseous or sick during my first trimester but I stayed in excruciating pain. We had put our house up for rent and were in the process of building so during this time we were living with my Mom, and my sister took on a huge role of being an Aunt while I cried in pain most days. I had my first contraction with him at 17 weeks and I remember this vividly. I was in the shower when it hit me (this time I didnt mistake it for a stomach ache or cramp) and held my hands on the wall while slowly dropping to my knees while trying to yell for Jason. By the time my voice appeared the contraction had subsided. I knew then to keep my activity low until I saw my doctor. I remember the look on his face when I told him and he warned me this might be an entertaining pregnancy. This man was right on!

At 23 weeks I had a routine ultrasound and was told shortly after that my body was preparing for labor and that I would be making home right there in the hospital. At this point, my cervix was shortening, I was having contractions, my FFN test was positive (this test, although many times inaccurate, is an indicator of labor within the next two weeks), and I had already had preterm labor twice before. Poor Courtnie, at 3 yrs old, became my support system and she sat in a chair and watched her mother being hooked up to monitors and poked with this and that. I can only imagine her thoughts watching all of this alone.

After a week of being in the hospital and no changes I was released to go home but still on strict bed rest. This however was short-lived. At my next appointment a week later, I was put back in the hospital with no sight of being released. Baylor Garland officially became my home for the next 3 months. It was not a fun place to be. Jason became a single dad to two kids while trying his best to be the best husband from far away (all of which he conquered with perfection and little complaint). My mom and sister moved in with us (okay, not us exaclty, more like Jason and the kids) to help and they too were of tremendous help. Jason was at work everyday at 3/4 am and left in time to pick the kids up from school at 3pm. They came home, did their homework, a few household chores, had dinner and every night were at the hospital to visit with me. This schedule he had was the same for duration of my bed rest. All this time, I sat in a hospital bed feeling fine. Sure I felt the contractions this entire time but the meds lightened them and they really didnt hurt. I did have two spells where the contractions werent stopping and the L&D nurses had to come in and give extra meds to stop them and another time where they tried to switch my meds and those didnt work at all so I was switched back to the lovely Terbutaline. I watched TV endlessly, ate what I could get my hands on that wasnt hospital food, kept myself entertained online and showered twice a day (that was the highlight each day!). Now that I have painted that wonderful picture for you, let me be honest - my mood and attitude definitely could have used some love. I cried. I yelled. I laughed. I complained. I was determined yet defeated at the same time. I wanted out of there but wanted to be there for my unborn child. Let's face it, I was a psycho mother-to-be. I acknowledge this! Thank you to everyone who supported me, understood this and never let my lack of kindness hurt your feelings.

While on bed rest, I was in the hospital through Halloween, our wedding anniversary, and Thanksgiving. On December 22nd, I was having my last ultrasound before Christmas Day. I went in with a letter and pleaded my case to be released. My doctors were not happy, I had been trying to escape from their care for months now. I was 34 weeks then and just wanted to be at home with my children. Remember me saying we were building a house? I had only been there for about 6 weeks when I was put in the hospital so I hadnt even gotten to really live there yet! I wanted to go home!!! After my speech begging to go home, my team of doctors met with eachother and agreed to let me go home with a contraction monitor. I could do that! So home I went, two days before Christmas. I did remain on bed rest though through Christmas and New Years.

At 35 weeks, I was given the okay to stop taking my medicine (Terbutaline) and to resume normal activity. Heck, I had forgotten what normal activity was by then! It was a Friday when labor finally kicked in. And once again, I thought my stomach was hurting because I was hungry. I was at a friends house when my first "good" contraction kicked in and we all laughed through it and Jason and I headed back home. I sent Jason to pick up something for dinner while I took a bath and shaved my legs (hey, I was about to have multiple people looking at my lady down there!).

We get there and I am dying of the pain and felt totally beat when they told me I was only dilated to 4cm. By the time they got me back to a room, my contractions had almost stopped but I was progressing slowly. I ended up falling asleep waiting for my body to get going. My contractions decreased to about 1 every hour, which I didnt really feel (btw, no epidural here either) but I continued to dilate. Not a bad deal really!! When I finally made it to 10cm they had to give me pitocin to get the contractions going again. For all of you women who have ever been given pitocin, bless your hearts. That drug is not very friendly! By the time that kicked in, all I could focus on was getting that baby out (we didnt know the sex of the baby just yet). Has he was being born, he flipped in the birth canal which caused me to curse in pain and him to be born bruised on his face, arms, and chest. He also did not want to breath on his own but after starring at the nurses for a few minutes he decided to finally take his first breath. Colton was born on January 8th, 2005 at 7:46 am at just under 36 weeks and he weighed 6lbs 3oz and was 18 3/4 inches long.

He did go back to NICU for a few hours to prove he was healthy. We left for home the very next day. The story doesnt end here though.... 3 days later we were back in the NICU for jaundice. I cannot describe to you my broken heart. I wanted to badly to leave that place and here I was back in there. I wanted my baby, I wanted to other two children, my husband, my home, I wanted a normal life. I cried for hours in the waiting room with my church minister pleading for a break. After two days of being back in the hospital, they so kindly gave me a room to stay in while Colton was in NICU, we left home.

He was the cutest baby. We all loved on him and were so excited to be a family of five and back together again at home. Colton did have colic. For any mother who has had a colicky baby, bless your hearts. Colic is real. At 4 months old it finally went away and we were back to having our sweet, smiling baby again.

The rest of his story will follow in another blog.

Courtnie's Birth Story

We found out I was pregnant very early on (a honeymoon baby) and I just knew she was a girl. My pregnancy with Courtnie also went smoothly at the beginning until at 33 weeks when my water broke. This time, I knew for sure it was broken! I was at work chatting via Instant Message (ah, what a job!) when I felt something wet. I honestly sat there thinking I had lost all bladder control. I went to the bathroom and when it continued I asked my aunt to take me in to L&D. Upon getting there, they immediately confirmed my water had broken and told me I was going to be there for the duration of the pregnancy. Days later, Jason and I sat down for dinner (me Long John Silvers and Jason Wing Stop) and I didnt even take a bite when my stomach began to cramp. I went to the bathroom in hopes that was the problem and came back knowing it was contractions. When the first full force contraction hit (the kind that take your breath away and have you searching desperately for something to grab on to) I called the nurse. She comes in and the next thing we know I am being rushed back to L&D to deliver at only 34 weeks. I was dilated to 6cm and labor moved extremely fast (2 hrs from first contraction to delivery). Courtnie Shea was born on June 29, 2001 at 9:37pm weighing 4 lbs 12 oz and 17 1/2 inches long.

I do have a funny story to share - when we were eating and labor began, Jason refused to stop eating his dinner. He literally sat there eating his wings and fries while I am glaring at him and panicking. If you have ever seen my husband eat wings and fries, this is a slow and tedious process. He savors every bite and is almost oblivious to the world around him.

After the delivery, she was whisked away to NICU. I panicked and became very uncooperative and they gave me what they called a "margarita shot" and this blurred my memory some. It just isnt normal or right for a mother to not see or hold her child after delivery (although I do understand the urgency and her being a preemie). I remember being wheeled back to my room and being told they were transporting her to Baylor Grapevine NICU because the Garland NICU was full. The transport team brought her in to see me and I got to hold her for a few minutes, literally. I just held her and cried. After they left, I cried for the next 48 hours solid until they released me. I walked out of that hospital and headed straight for Grapevine (completely ignoring doctors orders to rest and take it easy). The next five days consisted of me waking up super early to be at Grapevine for her 8am feeding and I didnt leave until after her 8pm feeding. Because of those two days with her in NICU and me being so far away she was given bottles. I was terrified she would reject breastfeeding and was thrilled when she took right to it. Her weight dropped down to 4lbs 8oz (at her smallest) and we brought her home weighing 4lbs 10 oz.

When we brought her home, Cameron adored her! He would "help" change her, burp her, clothe her, etc. The best part was just watching him love on her, play with her and even at times just lay right next to her while she slept. He took on the big brother role perfectly!

Courtnie was a very clingy infant and toddler. She loved only her mama. For those of you who were around for these years, you know exactly what Im talking about. She wanted me and only me and if left with anyone else she cried. And her cry wasnt a cry like she was throwing a fit, it was a cry of pure pain and neglect. She was able to come with me to work but at 7 months I thought it would be better for her to go to a sitter for a few days so that I could actually get some full days of work in. Her sitter was a dear friend of mine, who Courtnie knew. But after a few weeks, my friend brought her up to me at work and both she and Courtnie were in tears. My friend told me she no longer could keep Courtnie because her crying broke her heart. Everyday when we pulled up Courtnie began crying hysterically and she did so until I picked her up. She refused to be fed (bottle or food), refused to be held and refused to be loved on. She would either lay by the front door and cry or would crawl to be put in the pack and play (where she actually didnt cry until she was taken out again). How sad is this people??? I went home that day with a not-so-glorious plan to quit work. I had all of our bills and expenses on one side of the paper and one income on the other and we were not going to make it. However, Jason knew that me staying home with the kids (especially Courtnie) was the best thing for me to do and never thought twice about telling me to quit work and I have been home ever since with no regrets. Every month our bills are paid, kids are involved in activities, and we are fed meals galore. God has in the past and continues to make a way for me to be at home. (I need to remind myself of this everytime I begin searching for a job!)

She is a wonderful little girl, very happy yet shy with a beautiful smile. However, Ive never seen a little girl throw a solid punch like she does! The boys have definitely learned not to pick on her unless they are ready for fight. She definitely helps me to keep the boys grounded around here.

Cameron's Birth Story

I didnt find out I was pregnant with Cameron until I was 12 weeks along. I kept taking pregnancy tests but they continued to come back negative. Finally at 12 weeks, I received a faint positive. My pregnancy with Cameron went very well. I had my first baby shower at 35 weeks and the following day, I went in to L&D thinking my water may have broken and was trickling. I was wrong! The baby was head down, pushing on my bladder and I was dilated to 2cm. They sent me home on bed rest. At 37 weeks I went in to see the doctor for a routine visit; there werent any changes and I was officially off bed rest. If you can imagine, I was a bit disappointed. I was actually enjoying laying around all day doing nothing but eating and watching TV in silence! At 38 weeks I called my doctor to try and explain this indescribable feeling of torturous pain and wasnt able to get a word out so we were headed back to the doctors office. By the time we got there, the pain had subsided some. I was checked and excited to hear the baby had dropped dramatically (that was the cause of the pain) and I was dilated to 4cm. We were on our way back to L&D. After 2 hours of being on monitors, I was sent home because I was not contracting. It was the following week at exactly 39 weeks gestation that labor finally kicked in. I woke up thinking something was irritating my stomach but it wasnt enough to keep me from doing some last minute shopping. It was late in the afternoon when we were checking out that the first real contraction kicked in and it was then that I realized my stomach ache was more than just that. I remember sitting down right there at the register trying to just catch my breath. We got home and I sat down to eat dinner and nausea kicks in as the contractions became unbearable. I called the doctor, told them I was headed their direction. I got to L&D and I was dilated to 7cm - no time for an epidural, no time for words of wisdom or encouragement, no time for anything put preparations for a baby. Cameron Sean was born at 10:20pm on August 22, 1998 weighing 7lbs 0oz and 18 3/4 in long (I think this length is wrong though, I truly believe he was 19 3/4 inches long). He came out crying, observant and hungry!

He was such a good baby. Always smiling, happy, content and loved to be on the go and entertained. He nursed wonderfully, slept soundly and was a fairly healthy baby. He did scream, this toe-curling, bloody scream when riding in the car. I seriously would be shaking and crying myself by the time we got to our destination. This phase ended at 4 months and oh what a happy moment this was!

We knew from a very early age that he was going to love sports. He was throwing and kicking balls before his first birthday and swinging bats and hitting balls before the age of two. He has always been super active and enjoys being busy and entertained.