Hello. I created this to basically document my family trials, tribulations and victories. I will not release my last name or the last name of anyone in my blog, only first names. I will say who is who the first time I write about them, but not repeat it every entry. Most of the people who I add, know me somehow, so they will be able to figure it out.
My darling baby girl Charlotte. She is 12 weeks old. She's about 14 pounds and 23 inches. She's living off mommy milk, cloth diapered 95% of the time (have sposies for back up in the diaper bag), advanced in her developement physically, has acid reflux and therefor is on Zantac 3x a day, but otherwise quite healthy. She was born at 3:57am on March 9th after a 5 hour labor (from 4cm or active labor to birth). I have a full birth story if you want to see it, just ask. I had a natural, unmedicated, vaginal birth in a homely setting hospital and used a birthing tub with jets to get through the rough middle stage. I had a midwife. She was 7lbs 6oz and 20in at birth. Anyways, back to now. She's a smiley, laughing, cooing, active little girl.She is wearing size 3M clothes (some thing 0-3 and 3-6 months as well, but mainly 3M), size 2 diapers when is sposies, and preffers cloth over dispaosables (seriosuly she smiles every time I put a new cloth diaper on her). She has blue eyes and I am hoping they stay blue as she is the only blue eyed baby in our family! She sleeps (usually) 6hr nights from 10-11pm until 5-6am, then usually has an hour nursing session, then is back out for 1 or 2 hours, cuddling with Momma. She sleeps the stretch in her rocking chair beside the bed. She sleeps 2-4hrs before this, with an hour or two in between awake.
My dear boy, Darien. He is 3 1/2. His birthday is in Sept. He is a tiny little man with many health issues. He was born a healthy 6lbs, 6oz, and 19in. Strong and adorable at birth, lifting his head right out of the womb, nursed well, everything. He was breastfed mainly for the first 12 months of his life. Formula was occational, usually when away from me, or when ordered medically, but not often. He started jarred baby purees at 5 months 3 weeks, and by 7 months was on normal food one meal a day, and stage 3 jarred baby food 1 meal a day, still nursing. By 9 months his meals were all real food, he used utencils, started using a reguar cup with watred down juice or pure water at meals, and was still nursing. From about one month until 7 months he had a strange vommitting problem, he would randomly throw up little bits, or whole meals, and despite 3 months of testing nothing was ever found. Then in his 7th month it went away as oddly as it came. He was in swimming lessons from 4-6 months. He was breastfed until 17 or 18 months. He took his first plane ride at 19 months to see his aunt Heather, my BFF, for her wedding (we were in the wedding). He did awesome, better then me, even though he just got over his first ear infection from the week previous and was still on antibiotics. His biological father was in and out of his life since day one. He was there for the birth, then was gone for 5 weeks, then took him for one of only two overnight visits from then until age 2. He was really involved for a few months, the dropped out of his life. On Christmas Eve 2009, I served him papers to take him for custody. He never showed up at court. He has not been in Darien's life since, not a single phone call, visit, or email concerning him. So now, my fiance is his father, the only one he knows and loves and calls Daddy. He's a brown-eyed boy with light brown hair and is 27 1/2 pounds and about 32in. He's been 27lbs since he was 26 months old. He's still fitting size 2 clothing (though size 3 shirts are not too big either).
Little princess Rose. She will be 5 on Wednsday. She has been in my life she she was 2 years old. She is not mine biologically. Her biological mother, unfortunately, is still in her life. I say unfortunately because she only causes pain and frustration to her daughter and the rest of us, but we shall have another post about this, as it is al ong, straining story. She has lived with my fiance since she was about 18 months or so, he has full custody of her and makes all the decitions that matter. I met her in February, a month before her 3rd birthday, and 2 months before I started dating my fiance. She is a very energetic, loving, whole-hearted little girl. She gived 110% at everything she does, be it a good or bad thing, and is not afraid to be loud, is not shy, and is effectionate and passionate... the downside being she also has a temper to match it. She can throw the worst tantrums known to man. Lasting anywhere from 20 second, to 2 hours, and can be as small as whining, and as big as kicking and screaming, slapping and hitting, clawing and biting, throwing and slamming, name-calling all-out fits. They're unpredictable, they have a million triggers, and they're a pain, literally at times. But on the flip-side, when she shows her love and effections, she shows them in the kindest ways, with huge hugs and kisses, kind gestures, loving touches, and things like pictures colored specifically for you when you would least expect something kind from her. She's got brown eyes, dirty blond hair, is about 42lbs and 42in. and wears size 5 clothes (and some size 4 and 6).
My fiance, Chris. He's a stalky man, about 200lbs and 5'7". He's got brown eyes and dark brown hair. And a reddish brown goutee he refuses to remove, despite all of our efforts, lol. He's a puzzle. He can be the sweetest, kindest, more effectionate and loving person in the world, or the coldest asshole you have ever seen, depending on his mood and the day he's had and where we're at. You will understand more as I write more. Our relationship has been rocky from day one, and not typical. We dated 3 months before I got my first ring, my promise ring. We dated a month before we had sex, but when we did, it was all out romantic, a get away for two, with candles and a jacoozie involved. When we returned from that trip is when I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man, I had a feeling only one other man had ever given me, and I waited too long to wear that man's ring and never got a chance. But that is a whole other story too. We got engaged about a year and a half ago in October. The place was typical, the kitchen, but the words were as romantic as anything. We origionally set the date for May this year, but moved it to August after we found out about Charlotte, and realized it just could not be done, I could not leave her that soon after having her, and financially we could not do it either.
Heather, my bestest best friend forever. She lives across the country but she is the closest person to me in my life, ever. We met online about 12 years ago and though out friendship was not that of a best friend for about 6 months, once it was, we were not going to be seperated, ever, even though she moved so far away. (When we started talking, she only lived a 5hr drive. Now she's over a 5hr plane ride.) She has two daughters, one 5yrs and one 1yr. She's maried. We talk every day online and on the phone and via text. I was her maid of honor and she will be mine. We've been there for each other through good times and bad. I tell her everything and anything and she does the same with me. I'm closer to her then my own biological sister, and trust in her more. And I am the closest thing she has to a sister as she's an only child, kind of the sister she never had, since her mother "adopted" me when I was there last, lol.
I also have a sister, Trish, who's married but just split up with her husband, and has a son who's 9 months old. My parents are still married, but they have been up and down and split up more times then I can count, my father's an addict and alcoholic and my mother's his biggest critic and his biggest enabler, but she cannot live without him in the long run. We don't always get along, because she wasn't always the greatest mother, and he wasn't always the greatest father.
That is all I have time for right now. My kids need me.
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