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I have been away for longer than I expected to be due to some unforeseen circumstances in my life and concerning my family. I am back, maybe that was the wrong term, I am here and I am different. Have you ever had an experience that changed your entire life forever? So it makes you not the same person? I’ve had many, as I am sure others have had as well.
Trying to find a voice in this world can be quite difficult at times and it’s no fun when you feel that you’re screaming at the top of your lungs but no one can hear, no one cares, and no one understands. I’ve been there time and time again. Though I try to be the best friend I can be, I am not always. I am not always the most supportive person because I am dealing with something myself. Not everyone can always be here for you and that is what I am still learning even though I am an adult. Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself, your children, and your family even through the pain and through the tears.
Welcome to my new blog name and what my blog will be about from this point on. Life events, supporting each other, parenting, and those things that we just don’t always want to talk about.
Have you ever just needed someone’s attention and it’s like you’re screaming so loud but yet no one can hear or see you? Almost as though you’ve become a ghost to people that matter to you. Now don’t get me wrong I am very much aware that people have their own lives and they must live them. However, I am a firm believer that we all need the comfort of other people and to have others in our lives. It’s not healthy to be lonely.
What am I getting at?
Three years ago I left the face of the book, friends, family and everything. The tension and drama got so bad that I was unable to handle the stress of FB. Well, last year I realized how important it is to stay in the zone with my kids school and I can do it easily but FB. Which made me reactivate it and thus starting an entire new chapter in my social media frenzy. I am calling it quits again. I don’t want to be that close to people. I don’t want to check my FB 24/7 to see what others are doing, I don’t want to see someone who dislikes me or me dislike them liking things and then creep on their stuff, I don’t want to feel entrapped in the world of FB and all the problems that come with it. Thus… I am not deactivating it but I will not be participating in my FB profile.
What does this even mean?
It means though I will have an active profile and have friends on there I will not be updating you on my life. Now, I may continue to add photos of the kids every now and then. I will be on my group and still running it. I will have messenger installed on my phone in case teachers need to reach me. I will be available for contact. I will also be running my FB Page with the same name.
All Other Social Media….
I have deleted all my social media apps from FB, Snapchat, all the way to Instagram. If you really want to find me I guess you would know how.
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My fifth baby was supposed to be our last baby. At this point, we had given up any hopes of having a girl and the excitement happened before we ever made it to our induction date. We were married 4 days before we had the fifth baby. I was so scared he’d want to go ahead and come out during our wedding, as I was walking down the aisle, but nope he stayed put.
Our induction day was scheduled for April 20th, 2014, which was Easter. I had celebrated Easter with the other four boys prior to going to the hospital to get induced. As luck would have it, though, I didn’t get induced. I was already having contractions when I arrived and two hours later they were getting stronger and stronger. By the fourth hour, the new nurse they decided to stick me with (who felt she would have an uneventful evening) would not listen to me about how bad the pain was. You have to understand, I usually received an epidural before it got too bad, except with baby number three. but, this time no luck. She gave me some type of medication that put me to sleep. She refused to see how far I was dilated and swore w e wouldn’t have the baby until t he next afternoon, this w as about 8 pm at this point. There was no way I’d hurt that bad for that long. I begged for my epidural, the nurse refused to call to have the doctor come and do it. About 10 pm the doctor sent the nurse to finally check to see how far I was dilated, I was an 8! Then I finally hit a 10 five minutes later. The nurse went to prep and said the doctor was on the way.
My husband was on the phone and I just kept screaming and screaming, I told him I won’t’ stop until I get my epidural. I finally felt the urge to push, I gave up on the epidural at that point and told my husband we need a doctor, he went to the hall to find one, the nurse came back in, getting ready to take the bed apart so I could push when the doctor was there, she turned around to talk to another nurse after I begged h er to let me go ahead and push, she told me to hold it. It’s called the Fetal Ejection Reflex, my body ejected the baby because the nurse had waited too long to allow me to push him out.
He w as the first one I did not have any medication with. The pain was gone instantly. I remember trying to reach for h into h help him stop crying. The nurse turned around in shock because he was between my legs on the bed. The doctor came in at that point with her eyes wide o n the baby and surprised. I told her, that I kept telling the nurse I needed to have him now.