The best part...bunny butt!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Scarlett - 1 month old
Dear Scarlett,
It's hard to believe that one short/long month ago, you entered your Daddy and my lives. Of course, you needed to have a dramatic entrance (you must get that from me) and come 4 weeks early on the night of the Super Moon. 27 hours later, you officially arrived and it's been a wild ride ever since.
I notice that you respond to my voice and look at me when I call your name, or when I'm feeding you. The other day I was singing your favorite song to you ("Imagine" by the Beatles) and you just stared at me the entire time. You also lift your head when I hold you to my chest and today, you actually smiled...at least while you were awake. You LOVE your bouncy chair and even the swing...if only I could take them for a ride too. You definitely have a little Irish temper, and you don't play around when it comes to food. You like your milk, and you like it NOW! :)
Your Daddy is quite smitten with you. He loves holding you, feeding you and even changing your diaper. I can tell you two have a really special bond and I love seeing it grow day by day.
You are more than I could have ever hoped for. You have gorgeous blue eyes and wispy brown hair (which I swear is turning a little blond). I look at you every day in amazement that after 3 years, your Daddy and I finally have you in our lives. I prayed every day for you, and I'm so grateful that I get to know you. We love you Scooter...always and forever.
Love, Mommy
Monday, April 18, 2011
PCOS to Parenthood - Part 1
I guess to begin any story, you’d have to start at the beginning, which for me in the unbelievable journey I’m on started when I was 15 years old.
I was a freshman in high school and incredibly naïve. I had a core group of about 3 friends and all of them would share horror stories of “that time of the month” and help each other in a bind. I would always play it up that I had my own cycles under control, but in reality it was the opposite. I had officially “become a woman” at 13 and my cycles were irregular which, I was told, was to be expected in the beginning and would eventually straighten themselves out. But I was 15, and hadn’t had a cycle in about a year and a half. I was enjoying not having the embarrassing moments my friends had of having to RUN to the bathroom and borrow feminine products from each other, but in the back of my mind, I was worried. I could tell something wasn’t right. There had to be a reason why everyone around me was “functioning” regularly and I wasn’t. Finally there were a few months of cycles and I was relieved at first and hoped that my worries were all for naught. Then, nothing…for 9 months I went cycle-less again. Now I KNEW something was wrong. This wasn’t normal. Finally my mom and I decided it was time to see a doctor. I remember the doctor. She was a middle-aged Hindu woman who we’ll call Dr. M. She was kind and addressed my mother’s concerns with the one thing I dreaded most…a blood test. I hadn’t had one since I was 3 years old and now, at 15, I was scheduled to take 7 (yes, SEVEN) vials of blood for various tests to see what was going on. I remember crying the entire time because I was afraid. I had a tendency to faint while getting blood drawn, so I was in a private room on a gurney, staring out the mini-blind-covered window thinking about the tree outside blowing in the breeze. Oh I would give anything to be that tree rather than getting blood taken from me. I understood the need for 3 or even 4 vials, but SEVEN? I wasn’t happy.
After a few days, I had to go back to see Dr. M for the results and prognosis. Both my mom and I went in there determined to find out why I was having this issue. The doctor, in her thick Hindu accent stated that she had the results from my blood tests – it was something called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. Well, she might as well have been speaking Japanese for all I knew because I had no clue what it was. She stated that it is simply a hormone deficiency and since it had been found at a relatively early age, the easiest course of treatment she recommended was to put me on birth control pills as a form of hormone therapy, hoping that my pubescent, teenage body would turn itself around. My mother was devastated. It wasn’t because of the diagnosis, but the treatment. She wasn’t keen on the thought of having a 15-year old daughter on birth control pills. Of course I was still a virgin at the time and had taken a vow of abstinence, therefore I had to explain that the birth control wasn’t for its “conventional” purposes, but rather think of it as medicine for a physical condition. She still was uneasy about the thought, but in my heart, I knew the REAL reason as to why I was prescribed this medication and promised not to abuse it for other purposes.
To be continued...
I was a freshman in high school and incredibly naïve. I had a core group of about 3 friends and all of them would share horror stories of “that time of the month” and help each other in a bind. I would always play it up that I had my own cycles under control, but in reality it was the opposite. I had officially “become a woman” at 13 and my cycles were irregular which, I was told, was to be expected in the beginning and would eventually straighten themselves out. But I was 15, and hadn’t had a cycle in about a year and a half. I was enjoying not having the embarrassing moments my friends had of having to RUN to the bathroom and borrow feminine products from each other, but in the back of my mind, I was worried. I could tell something wasn’t right. There had to be a reason why everyone around me was “functioning” regularly and I wasn’t. Finally there were a few months of cycles and I was relieved at first and hoped that my worries were all for naught. Then, nothing…for 9 months I went cycle-less again. Now I KNEW something was wrong. This wasn’t normal. Finally my mom and I decided it was time to see a doctor. I remember the doctor. She was a middle-aged Hindu woman who we’ll call Dr. M. She was kind and addressed my mother’s concerns with the one thing I dreaded most…a blood test. I hadn’t had one since I was 3 years old and now, at 15, I was scheduled to take 7 (yes, SEVEN) vials of blood for various tests to see what was going on. I remember crying the entire time because I was afraid. I had a tendency to faint while getting blood drawn, so I was in a private room on a gurney, staring out the mini-blind-covered window thinking about the tree outside blowing in the breeze. Oh I would give anything to be that tree rather than getting blood taken from me. I understood the need for 3 or even 4 vials, but SEVEN? I wasn’t happy.
After a few days, I had to go back to see Dr. M for the results and prognosis. Both my mom and I went in there determined to find out why I was having this issue. The doctor, in her thick Hindu accent stated that she had the results from my blood tests – it was something called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. Well, she might as well have been speaking Japanese for all I knew because I had no clue what it was. She stated that it is simply a hormone deficiency and since it had been found at a relatively early age, the easiest course of treatment she recommended was to put me on birth control pills as a form of hormone therapy, hoping that my pubescent, teenage body would turn itself around. My mother was devastated. It wasn’t because of the diagnosis, but the treatment. She wasn’t keen on the thought of having a 15-year old daughter on birth control pills. Of course I was still a virgin at the time and had taken a vow of abstinence, therefore I had to explain that the birth control wasn’t for its “conventional” purposes, but rather think of it as medicine for a physical condition. She still was uneasy about the thought, but in my heart, I knew the REAL reason as to why I was prescribed this medication and promised not to abuse it for other purposes.
To be continued...
Friday, April 15, 2011
By popular demand...
Pictures of the wee one.
She now has several nicknames: Squirt, Scooter, Midget and Truffle Cheeks (can you tell which one I came up with?) ;)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
A Single Day
A thought... All growing up, I would think about how a single day would change everything. It would make your life switch gears and never be the same. However, before that significant event happened on it's designated day, you'd never suspect on that date in previous years that your life would change. All my life, March 21 was just another day. It was a day I would wake up and eat breakfast, go to school or work and live my life. It was just March 21st...an insignificant day. Just a day..no biggie. Now, March 21st holds so much meaning to me, but it didn't until this past March 21st. Now, for the rest of my life, that day will hold SO much meaning to me. It won't be just another meaningless day. It's my daughter's birthday. It's a day where the course of my life was changed forever. It's the day Jake and my daughter was welcomed into this world after so much struggle to have her here with us. Now March 21st might just be my favorite day of the year. Also, an odd tidbit...March's birthstone is Aquamarine. My "something blue" for my wedding was I wore Aquamarine earrings. Queue the Twilight Zone theme...just kidding. :)
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Scarlett's Nursery
So, here is the finished product. I was on the lookout for something to put over her dresser/changing table. I wanted to put something there that was meaningful to me. All I could think of was my childhood. When I was little, my Dad would carry me up and down the hallway singing "You Are My Sunshine" in the middle of the night. That's always been out song. So I went to etsy.com and found someone who had the first few verses from the song printed out and I put them in white frames. So now above her dresser, the pictures say "You Are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine" and then the other says "You Make Me Happy When Skies Are Gray". I love it!
Here are the pictures...hope you like it!
Scarlett's crib with bedding and her bunting (banner)
Her bookshelf and the most comfy glider ever
Dresser/changing table
The entire room. I love it!
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