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I know, I know.  You thought I had disappeared from this earth.  I can’t say that I blame you.  My last post was in April!  Well, I don’t have any excuse other than just laziness.  So, without any more excuses from me, I deliver this post on delivering Hurricane A.
  I know many of you have heard this story but it is one that I enjoy telling.  Humor me and say you enjoyed it too.   On May 2, 1999 I started feeling contractions around 5:00p.m.  I was sitting in the cove with some neighbors while the kids played.  SoGent had gone to play basketball.  My neighbors (my sister and Tabatha) and I started timing the contractions and they eventually started getting closer together.  I eventually packed up my chair and Drama Queen and headed in to make sure I had all of my stuff together.  It had been arranged for Drama Queen to stay with my sister who lived in the cove.  At the last minute Bo (my sister) decided she wanted to be at the hospital when her 2nd neice was born.  So we called our babysitter and asked if DQ could just spend the night.  It was a very good thing that we did that.  Once we got her packed and sent on her way I started making sure I had all my ducks in a row.  I called SoGent’s cell phone and told a teammate’s wife that I was in labor.  In the meantime I feel my water break.  I run to the bathroom and then change my clothes.  I call my family and tell them that the time has arrived.  I called the answering service for my doctor but unfortunately the lady doctor of the practice was on call.  We discussed how far apart my contractions were and my previous labor with my first child.  At this point my contractions were about every 5 minutes.  She tells me to go to the hospital and get checked in.  SoGent arrives home and we load the car with bags, camera, camcorder etc.  By the time we leave for the hospital it is approximately 9:15.  I call my family to tell them we are on our way.  My sister rides with us as she lives in the cove and my parents agree to meet us there.  We arrive and get checked in.  The nurse comes in to check my progress.  I have only dilated to 1cm but my contractions are every 3 minutes.  She also informs me that my water has not broken yet.  “What!  I felt it and it was more than just a trickle!” Nope still intact.  “Great, you mean I wet all over myself?  That is just lovely!”  She said she will go call the doctor to report her findings.  She comes back and said they will monitor me for an hour but it is possible that I might get sent home as I have not dilated enough. At this point my contractions are coming pretty quickly and they are getting more intense.  I don’t deal well with pain so I kept asking the nurse for an epidural.  She said she is not allowed to give me one yet because the doctor has not decided whether to keep me yet or not.  I told the nurse “This pain is killing me and please get me and epidural!”  My mother is like “what do you mean the doctor hasn’t decided whether to keep her.  Look at her, she is doubled over in pain!”  The nurse agrees to call the doctor again.  I am not sure whether the nurse was giving the doctor the full report or not.  I can’t imagine even considering sending me home.  After and hour the nurse checks me again and I am still only 1cm dilated.  However, by this time my contractions are every 2 minutes and I can hardly stand it.  The nurse calls the doctor and comes back to report that we need to go home until the contractions are more intense.  MORE INTENSE??!! I can hardly stand it now.  My teeth are chattering and when I get up to get dressed again I can’t even walk straight up.  My family is livid that they are sending me home.  My mother kept saying “Look at her!  She has no business going home!”  In hindsight we should have just sat in the waiting room but we didn’t.  We head home.  They had told me to go home and soak in a tub of warm water and that should get things going.  My contractions seem to get stronger on our way home but I did not want to go back and be sent home again.  I did not want to be one of those patients that they talk about when you leave.  We get home and SoGent starts the tub of warm water for me. I get in and (okay this is gross) start feeling like I have gas!  Great, that’s all I need on top of all this.  All of a sudden, like someone hit me over the head with a 2×4, I realize it isnt gas, I am pushing!  I call for SoGent and said”I think I am pushing!  Call me an ambulance, I don’t think we can make it in the car.”  I attempt to get out of the tub and get my top on but that is as far as I get.  The contractions are right on top of each other and VERY VERY painful.  I just laid down on the bathroom floor and hollered!  SoGent called 911 and my sister to come over and help him. The operator is preparing him to deliver this baby!  My sister arrives to see me thrashing around on the floor and screaming in pain.  The 911 operator is asking them to check and see if I am crowning (see the baby’s head)  My sister proceeds to look and mind you, I am half sitting, half lying down.  She says “Nope, don’t see anything!”  We laugh at this now because how in the world can you see if I am crowning if I am sitting on my rear end!  She obviously was a nervous wreck.  The 911 operator is telling SOGent to get towels and shoestrings.  I yell out “No, we are going to the hospital!  I need may epidural!”  The 911 operator informs SoGent to tell me to stop pushing.  Yeah right!  Has she ever tried to stop pushing a baby out when you are in so much pain you feel like the Twin towers are coming through you!  I yell back “I can’t stop pushing.  It is an uncontrollable urge to push that you can’t stop.” The ambulance finally arrives and they come in with a stretcher.  They immediately get out an emergency obstetrical kit.  Iask “Why do you have that out?”  The paramedic said “We are preparing to deliver this baby if we have to.”  I said “No, I have to get to the hospital to get my epidural!”  He said, “Ma’am you are crowning so it is too late to get an epidural.”  I said “No, you don’t understand.  I don’t do pain very well and I HAVE to have that epidural.  Let’s go to the hospital now!”  They put me on the stretcher in between contractions and carry me out to the ambulance.  They tell me that if the baby starts coming that they will have to pull over to the side of the raod to deliver.  I screamed “No!  I want my epidural!!!”  “We will try our best ma’am.” said the paramedic.  Now, tell me if this isn’t unusual.  When you call 911, you get ambulance fire truck, the whole 9 yards.  So, there were 2 paramedics, one man and one woman and one male firefighter (that rode with us).  Who drove the ambulance you ask?  THE WOMAN!  Who rode in the back with me?  THE MAN!  Is it me or should it have not been the other way around.  The woman had more than likely had a child herself and could sympathize with me.  Anyway, as we get in I ask the paramedic and firefighter if they had ever delivered a child before.  I should have known immediately by the look on the firefighters face that the answer was no.  It truly had a look of panic.  The paramedic quickly jumped in and said “Oh, yes ma’am, we have.”  Then he hands the firefighter a scrub jacket and said “put this on.”  He proceeds to put it on me!!!  The paramedic says “No, I meant put it on yourself!”  OH MY GOSH!  GET ME TO THE HOPITAL FAST! When we arrive at the hospital my parents were waiting outside Emergency waiting on us.  My dad is posed with his camera and then quickly puts it down.  I asked him later what he was doing and he said, “Well I thought I would get some pictures to remember this moment but you were screaming so loudly that I decided against it!”  Good choice.  I also heard later that when SoGent called my sister to let her know we were going back to the hospital by ambulance that she was already putting her pajamas on.  So, she grabbed her bra and shirt and left quickly.  My parents said that when she came running into the emergency room her bra was hanging loosly down to her toes!  That is hilarious.  Anyway, to make a long story short (HAHA) Hurricane A was born 10 minutes after I arrived.  No Epidural!!!  They had to call the doctor from the next room to come catch my baby!  Needless to say I was not happy with my doctor on call’s choice.  I said that I hoped the same thing happened to her one day.  The funny thing is it did!  I heard that a couple of years later her husband delivered her baby at a gas station!So, we always joke that Hurricane A came into this world in a flurry and hasn’t stopped since!

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Family Traditions

Having family traditions is what makes holidays memorable.  I for one look forward to the same family traditions every year.  One thing that my family does every year and for every member of the family is have a birthday celebration.  I have found that more and more when I talk to friends that they do not celebrate every ones birthday.  It seems like they only celebrate for the kids.   My family has always had a party for everyone.  My grandfather is 84 and we still have one for him.  He, actually is one of the worst.  He LOVES to open gifts.  At Christmas when we get together we take turns opening gifts and he always has his finger under the tape ready to go way before his turn.  We have so many birthdays and some are back to back that we will combine a month’s worth and celebrate at one time.   Our family birthdays start in February and go almost monthly through September.  The birthday people get to choose the menu for their celebration.  One of my favorites meals is Inside Outside Ravioli, salad, french bread and chocolate cake.  I will share this family recipe for Inside Outside Ravioli with you.  I bet it will become one of your favorites as well.

Inside Outside Ravioli

1 lb ground beef

1 med onion, chopped

Clove of garlic, minced (I use garlic juice, to taste)

1 cup liquid from spinach

1 10 oz frozen chopped spinach

1 lb can spaghetti sauce

1 6 oz can tomato paste

1 8 oz tomato sauce

Dash of pepper

1 7 oz pkg elbow or shell macaroni, cooked

1 cup shredded sharp cheese

1/2 cups soft bread crumbs

2 well beaten eggs

1/4 cup salad oil

Brown ground beef, onion and garlic.  Cook spinach according to directions.  Drain, reserving liquid.  Add water to liquid to make 1 cup.  Stir spinach liquid, spaghetti sauce, tomato sauce and paste and pepper into meat mixture.  Simmer 10 minutes.

Combine spinach with macaroni, cheese, bread crumbs, eggs and salad oil.  Spread in 9 x 13 baking dish.  Top with meat sauce.  Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.

Yum Yum!

What are some of your family traditions?  What is your favorite meal to have?

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New Baby


This picture taken for our walk down memory lane was from July 1995.  This was four weeks after the birth of my first child, Drama Queen.  It seems like this picture was just taken yesterday.  I remember it very well.  This little 6 lb. baby is now almost 13 and we just dropped her off a church for Disciple Now Weekend.  She is gone a lot to functions with her friends, texts her friends all the time or talks to them on the phone.  She has grown up so fast.  She now wears makeup and every once in awhile will admit to thinking that a certain boy is cute.

Where has the time gone?  Do you have any stories of your children and how fast they have grown?  Please share them with me.

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Fat and Happy


This picture was taken on my birthday, May 22.  It was 1995 and I was 2 weeks away from delivering my first child.  If you click on the picture you might possibly get to see a larger picture.  Notice how swollen I am.  I was borderline toxemic and was taken off work about 3 weeks early so I could stay off my feet.  My legs and ankles were so swollen that you could not even see my ankles.  Shortly after this picture was taken my feet got so swollen that I could not even get shoes on my feet!  The only shoes I could wear was a pair of my mothers really old flip flop type sandals because the straps did not go very far up on your foot.  It was real attractive.  I used to have to go down to the local Walgreen’s twice a day and take my blood pressure. If it ever got to 140/90 then I had to go immediately to the doctor.  Luckily it never got there.  My bottom number got to 89 several times but never 90.

This pregnancy was very text book and the delivery went very well.  I started my contractions about 8:00 pm on June 8 and went to the hospital around 10:30 or so.  I got my epidural and rested during the night and started pushing about 8:30 the next morning.  She was born at 10:00am on June 9, 1995.  She is my Drama Queen.

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Funky 80’s Do


What can I say about this picture other than “what was I thinking!”  I can’t believe I am posting this.  This was taken either in the late 80″s or early 90’s.  It was taken in our first house and as you can see it was decorated in the 80’s blue and mauve.  I was wearing a watermelon shirt with matching watermelon earrings.  Remember when that was in, the sponge painted shirts?  You could find them everywhere at the craft shows or flea markets.  And the hair…OMG.  Perm city and frizzy.  Can you believe we ever thought that looked good?  It took my hairdresser a very, very long time to convince me to stop getting perms and boy, now I look back and think how come I never got what she was trying to tell me!  OUT OF STYLE!!

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Walk Down Memory Lane


I thought I would do a little series of pictures from my childhood and tell a story with it.  Unfortunately I can’t figure out how to get this picture any bigger unless it fills the whole screen. If you use WordPress (without your own domain)and can tell me how to do it, I would appreciate it.

This picture was taken in 1983 in Panama City Beach, FL. This was our family vacation that we took every summer.  We were beach bums.  I had just graduated from high school so this was a big summer for me. If I remember correctly this was the summer that I had Mono.  I had to get special permission from the doctor to go to the beach. Apparently when you have Mono you have to stay out of the sun. He allowed me to go but I could only stay in the sun a little every day. The first day I could stay out for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon. Each day I could increase a little more. It was not fun sitting in your condo on the balcony watching your family riding the waves and swimming. What made it worse was the fact that my sister and I met two really cute guys that summer. She got to hang out with them more than I did.  At that age, I didn’t take too well to that.

Check back tomorrow to see what picture I come up with.

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