Time Warp

Last continuation of background story...

Then after we were married we lived happily ever after.... For about 5 minutes! Don't get me wrong I love my big lug but we married young which meant we had a ton of growing up to do, together. Something you learn as kids is sometimes people grow apart. We had to fight to keep things together every step of the way. Good thing I am stubborn. But, Let me tell you something... living on Ramen can get old fast. You would think that an EMT would make decent enough wages but sadly... No. We barely made enough to pay rent. Which, added to our adjustment period for a newly married couple, was frankly not the best thing that could have happened.

So in the blink of an eye it is 2008. We have been married for 3 years and suddenly are expecting our first child. With no savings, hardly any income, and a one bedroom apartment. Fortunatly, my husband's parents were kind enough to let us live with them until we got things figured out. We thought it would be a matter of months. *snort*

We won't go into the messy details of my crazy pregnancy and my odd diet of strictly yogurt, oranges, and nachos with jalapenos. Or my frequenting Target enough that the employees knew my due date. My love of the sale section in any baby aisle. Or my millions of doctor's appointments because I was considered high risk because of my weight and high blood pressure.

Sunday, October 12th at 11pm we checked into the hospital to be induced. I was somehow under the impression it would be cake... now I understand why we feel the need to cheer each other on. "You can do it." "You'll do great!" It has nothing to do with being a mom and everything to do with labor! Well, that's how I feel anyway. Finally, the doctor decided on a c-section because of complications and it seemed like before long (probably the drugs) I was holding my new little baby. And after a few days in the hospital we were on our own.

You know, they don't prepare you for the feeling when you first get home and realize the training wheels are off. A moment of panic before you are able to catch a breath and tell yourself you can do it. They also don't prepare you to relive that feeling every time something does not goes as planned.

In a blink of an eye you have a 7 year old going into second grade and you are scratching your head wondering where the time went.