Hello Everybody and welcome to my life story,

Here is a little background of what I have been up to for the past 14 years. I met my wonderful husband on a dating site. He was the first one to reach out to me. On our first date he took me to see the water fountains at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. We watched an entire session.

After that he took me to the Santa Fe Casino and we went bowling. We played maybe on or two sessions, if that. We started talking and he asked me questions about my family life and how many siblings I have.

I asked him the same questions and we never even finished our game. He took me home and even opened the car door for me. That was new to me because no men has ever done that for me. I said good night to him and I went inside. He waited until I was inside and then he drove home. He was/is truly a gentleman.

I sat in the garage maybe 5 minutes when my mom came in and we smoke a cigarette and she asked me how my date was. I told her that I had so much fun and I could see myself going out with him again. She was happy, that I finally found somebody that I could connect with even if it was just going to be a friendship.

Two weeks past by and he showed up at my house. In between that time we were skyping everyday on skype. He found out that I loved to watch Smallville. He brought the first season of Smallville over. So we started the first 2 episodes together. Well my bed broke in half. He told me that he would come by the next day after work and he would fix it. He sure did keep his promise and that was huge for me. I never had a man keep his promises. So that for sure was a huge plus. I was happy that my bed was fixed.

We had made plans that we would meet up again on the weekend. I was in a German American Club in Las Vegas and I participated in German traditional dancing. We had a performance and he came and watched me and my family and friends perform. Everybody was asking me, who he was and I started to blush because the more time I spend with him the more I fell in love with him.

One month after we met, he came over to my parents house and he just kissed me out of the blue. I just knew then that he felt the same way as me. This was in October 2010. We have not been apart since that day. We have been together for 14 almost 15 years. He is my best friend and my soulmate.

I hope you enjoyed my little introduction. There is more to come tomorrow and as for now see you later alligator.

Our Birth Story

Written by

in

We scheduled my induction date for August 21st, 2012 at 6pm. I called my mom and told her that we will meet at Valley View hospital. My husband went to work that Tuesday morning and my mom surprised me with breakfast at my house. We spent the whole day watching the Twilight movies.

I didn’t know what I was in for, I don’t think any first time mother knows, what they are in for until it happens. All I knew, that we were going to be parents. We got checked in and my husband helped me put the hospital gown on and those famous hospital socks.

At 8pm we started the pitocin, along with that we also started an IV with antibiotics for GBS. They wanted to make sure our son had some in his system before being born. At midnight they broke my water because I was not progressing like they wanted me to, I was only at 4cm dilated. After that things started to progress quickly.

I asked for an epidural at 4 in the morning. Our son’s heart started dropping. We finally got him stabilized. At 5 in the morning, I felt the urge to push and after 3-4 pushes our beautiful boy was born, I didn’t care that his shoulders tore me from the front to the back. I quickly got stitches, while my mom and husband were sharing to hold my beautiful little boy.

We couldn’t believe that he was finally here. I kept wondering, how I was suppose to care for him. Thoughts like, how am I suppose to know what he needs? kept going through my head. I quickly learned that every cry meant something different.

Our son was born on August 22nd, 2012 at 5.31am. He weighed 6lbs and 6oz. He was 17 inches tall. Now in a little over than 5 months he will be 13 years old. Can you imagine being a teenager again? I sure can’t. Next Wednesday, I have 8th grade parent night for our son, so he can choose already some high school classes a year before he starts high school. I cannot wrap my head around that one.

Well have fun reading and I hope you enjoy coming back. Love you guys.

Comments

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

More posts