Take your pick...I've cried all types this week. I'm sure between the stresses of tax season and being eight and a half months pregnant I'm a little more sensitive than usual. Mmmmmm....yeah...a little.
But last week was killer.
It pretty much exploded Wednesday morning. That's when Dad called. Usually a call early in the morning signifies something happened. Typically it's not good. This call was no exception.
My Grandmother had a massive stroke. Her left side was completely paralyzed and was left unable to speak.
I lost it. Every possible thought ran through my mind - from random to stupid. Dad reminded me of how glad I am that we went out there in November, I thought about how scared she must be, I was mad at myself because I didn't get the Valentine's Day cards out to the great-grandparents like I had wanted to, I was scared that if, God forbid, something worse happened I wouldn't be able to travel, I thought about how my Grandfather's Alzheimer's may be affected by it all as well as a million other things.
All while my sister-in-law was in labor with her first child.
I was pretty much worthless and unable to concentrate at work. Constantly checking emails, voicemails, text messages looking for the latest update on Grandma and Gretchen.
I left work around 3:50 and rode up to Cedar Falls with Larry and Toni so that I could be one of the first to see the new addition to the family. And while I was physically and emotionally exhausted...as soon as I saw baby Reagan I forgot about everything else.
Then Thursday.
Almost exactly one year after Dustin's burn accident he was down in the Emergency Room with another hand injury.
I kid you not.
He cut his hand open and needed stitches.
Thankfully, he had arranged to have the night off from UPS so that we could all drive up to Cedar Falls and the he and the kids could meet Reagan. Unfortunately, Lauren came down with ANOTHER rash!!
So after exchanging several phone calls with her pediatrician and getting referred to an allergist we decided that maybe it wouldn't be the best to bring Lauren close to a newborn.
However, after breaking that news to Josh he took after his mother and broke down in tears. SO...we decided to head up and take turns watching Lauren in the waiting room.
And I'm so glad we did!
Josh was in awe of Reagan and loved how she held on to his finger. She completely won him over once she farted on him twice. And then she started to cry...and he hid.
On a side note...holding a baby when you are as pregnant as I am...is not very easy. Not to mention that my child is already preparing himself/herself to fend off his/her older siblings and spent most of the time kicking his/her cousin in the butt.
Then I spent most of the weekend in the office and found myself back at Monday and wondering when this chaos will all end.
Our daycare provider did send me some cute photos of Lauren this week. She was playing dress up and insisted on wearing the leather motorcycle jacket all morning.
This was also the first day that Baby Megan was at daycare. And after much studying...Lauren was not sure what to think of her.
Yeah...I think we may be in for it.
Baby Update: 37 weeks
Congratulations — your baby is full term! This means that if your baby arrives now, his lungs should be fully mature and ready to adjust to life outside the womb, even though your due date is still three weeks away.
Your baby weighs 6 1/3 pounds and measures a bit over 19 inches, head to heel (like a stalk of Swiss chard). Many babies have a full head of hair at birth, with locks from 1/2 inch to 1 1/2 inches long. But don't be surprised if your baby's hair isn't the same color as yours. Dark-haired couples are sometimes thrown for a loop when their children come out as blonds or redheads, and fair-haired couples have been surprised by Elvis look-alikes. And then, of course, some babies sport only peach fuzz.
I have another appointment tomorrow and I'll be sure to post an update tomorrow!!
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