Patiently waiting...and waiting...and waiting

I can't believe this night is finally here! Tomorrow morning, I am finally having this baby girl I have been growing for the past 40 weeks...and yes, I am ACTUALLY 40 weeks. This baby is either extremely stubborn, or extremely comfortable. I, on the other hand, am not...comfortable that is. I have blown through 2 huge containers of TUMS...with heartburn every night....tonight being no exception. I feel like Finley is doing a dance routine, or P90X constantly. It sometimes feels like she is trying to birth herself out of the side of my stomach and it is rather painful, but fun to watch. Most days, I feel like I cannot breathe and I have constant contractions...not to mention it has been 100+ degrees since August 1st. There are a few good things though. I have only gained 26 pounds this time, and I wasn't sick. So, I guess it could have been worse.

The other night I thought the time had come, when I woke up at 3:oo in the morning having contractions that were 10 minutes apart. They progressed until around 4:30 when we called Ronny's parents to come over to sit with Logan and as soon as everyone was here, and ready...at around 6:00...everything stopped. We were all just sitting in the living room and I felt like everyone was staring at me wondering if I was having any pains. I felt bad that we had a false alarm, so we just went to breakfast and went about our day. Very weird, and disappointing. I guess I should also mention that we originally thought Finley would be with us on August 4th...which was my scheduled induction day. My doctor was going out of town for the 12 days leading up to my due date and we were going to try to do it before she left...but this little stubborn girl wasn't ready and my doctor didn't want to set me up for a C-section. So, we just had to see what happened and hope that she waited to make her appearance until the 16th. Ronny wanted her to be born on his birthday, the 17th...and apparently he is getting his wish, because as of now, I am one day overdue...and we are being induced tomorrow morning at 6am. I am so relieved.

Today was the first official day of my maternity leave. Ronny and I stayed home with Logan and spent some quality time with her. She is so excited about her sister arriving tomorrow. I am not sure if she really knows what is coming, but she seems to be happy about it. When we tell her Finley will be here tomorrow...she says, "and I will hold her." Logan has many names for her baby sister. She calls her, Finley Caroline, but it comes out, "Finney Taroline," or she calls her "sister" and sometimes even "Sister Caroline," which sounds like a nun is coming to live with us. It is really cute when she says things about her sister and she hugs and kisses my stomach. I hope she is excited tomorrow when she actually gets to see her. More than her being jealous, I am gonna have to worry about Logan trying to pick her up and play with her...because she absolutely LOVES babies.

Since deciding that I wasn't going to have Logan and Finley share a room, I have been working like a crazy person on this nursery and I love the results. Check out the cute bird mobile...thank you Nicole. Sometimes I go in there for no reason, but just to look at it one more time. I love this room!

This room is not the only thing I have been crazy about. Ronny has been making fun of me because I have been cleaning out every cabinet, basket, drawer and shelf for the last few weeks. I was actually surprised that today...while looking for something, I discovered one more drawer and one more cabinet that could use a little bit more organization. I think my nest is complete and I AM READY!!!

Snaggletooth

A few months ago, June to be exact…I brought home a surprise for Logan...some new crocs. She absolutely loves those ugly shoes. I was so excited to give them to her and she was wearing them all around the house. I was just about to leave to meet my mom for BINGO, when the worst thing could have happened…Logan fell while running and hit her mouth directly on a tile step. I saw it happen in slow motion and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she started crying and saying, “my mouth…” I was panicked and my worst fear came true. Her front tooth was bleeding and pushed back. I tried to pull it forward and it wouldn’t budge. After having my husband blame me for letting her wear shoes that were too big…as if I didn’t feel guilty enough. I finally talked to the dentist and he reassured me that he gets one call a week for the same thing. He said it probably wouldn’t fall out, but was just going to turn gray…which it did. It looked weird for a few weeks and it slowly started to turn a shade of gray. Eventually it seemed to move back up even with the other tooth, but is still discolored. I was very upset at first, but now, I am used to it, and it looks cute when she smiles. I guess that is the only thing on Logan that resembles me…since I had a gray tooth as a toddler. I suppose she gets her gracefulness from me too.

Logan's eye surgery

After 2 ½ years of cleaning eye boogers and gunk out of a very uncooperative toddler’s eye…it is finally fixed. Ronny and I bit the bullet and made the decision to do the surgery. Honestly, the only thing holding us back was the fact that they were going to have to put our only precious angel under anesthesia and that, in and of itself, was enough to put it off for this long. I would rather have the eye to clean every day, than regret that I made a bad decision for vanity or convenience. But, all is well and I am glad we did it. If Finley has so much as one eye booger, we are going to start discussing the options immediately. Now that I know how to “fix” it through massage, you better believe that poor thing is going to be looking at the tip of my fingertip for the first few months of her life.

I wouldn’t say that Logan was completely excited about the whole experience. When we took her in the room the first thing we tried to do was weigh her on the scale and she was having none of that. If this was a sign of things to come, we were in trouble. Going by my estimate of 38 to 40 pounds rather than an actual weight added to my nervousness about the anesthesia. Next, they wanted us to put a gown on her and they said the “goofy juice” they gave her was supposed to relax her so she would go back with them no problem. Well, apparently they should have given her double the dose because she would not sit down on the gurney to go with the nurse. The nurse tried holding her, but said she was too heavy and had to call in reinforcements. When she came back with the Mexican Shrek I knew it wasn’t going to be good….and it wasn’t. She screamed, “no, no no, stop it!!!” the entire way into the operating room while looking at us to save her from these horrible people.

To add to my frustration about the whole experience the absolute spaz who checked us in lost my brand new driver’s license and my insurance card and then insisted that she gave it back to me. After cleaning out my entire Mary Poppins bag to be sure before I went ballistic, I asked her to double check. She told me three times that she gave it back. I was livid. I could not believe that my daughter was having eye surgery and THIS is what I had to worry about. When we were called in to the back, everything was fine and Logan was coming to. She was NOT happy and was screaming to take the I.V. out of her hand. They had to give her Demerol to calm her down. I had to lay down on the bed and hold her and she wanted that gown off and her clothes back on and she wanted to LEAVE. I don’t blame her. On the way out…last ditch effort, I told the nurse that the idiot at the front desk lost my license. When we were driving home, she called and said they found it on the OTHER copy machine. I don’t know how you can not remember something like that from 1 minute to the next, but now at least my purse was clean.

Logan’s eye was awesome and she never had any more eye boogers or eye gunk. What a relief! She just couldn’t get in the water for 2 weeks, which put a damper on our Lake LBJ trip scheduled for that afternoon. Oh, and as for the eye drops and nasal spray we had to administer 3 times a day for the next week…that requires another post all by itself. Let’s just say, it would have probably been easier to floss a stray cat’s teeth.