My Kid is Cooler than Your Kid

About All I Can Say Is.....

B*L*A*H.

Let me start off by saying that life is wonderful and the kiddos are wonderful. Life with seven children isn't any different than life with six. Max is an awesome baby, so wonderful and snuggly.

I've decided that I hate the general public. If one more person asks how we 'handle' seven children or assume that I am overwhelmed with seven children, I will kick them square in the teeth. Sure, it's a lot of work. No, I don't get a lot of time to myself, but I missed the part of me complaining about anything like that.

Christmas was awesome. We celebrated with a white Christmas this year, which doesn't happen very often, so it was special and beautiful.

So here is the blah part. I go back to work on Monday. I am a little torn over it. I miss my friends and being out of the house, but I will miss my kids dearly. It's a good thing I am only working part time.

And, since everybody is so interested and concerned, I thought I would be the first to let everyone know that for the time being, no more babies. I have 50 pounds to lose (two pregnancies worth of weight). Yes, that is about the only reason. I am not sure what the future holds, but for now, we will enjoy every aspect of the seven fabulous children.

Tis The Season....

It gets crazier and crazier every year!

Meet Max

It's been a while. Life is always busy.

Max arrived on November 7, 2010 at 5:28pm after just a two hour labor and delivery. It was a really strange handful of events that happened right around his birth.

Three days before his induction date, I went in for a routine visit and ultrasound. We found that Max was breech. I was so upset. I'm not against csections, but I had 6 deliveries without one stitch anywhere, so this news was a bit difficult for me to process. I was a bit stressed. My ob agreed to try a version on the baby's induction date and if the version worked, start the induction after that. If the version didn't work, we would go ahead with the csection. I prepared myself for the section.

On Sunday the 7th, we arrived at the hospital at 2:30pm. One of the residents came in to do a quick ultrasound to check his position. To our surprise, Max was head down! The nurse came in and put on monitors and fifteen minutes later, she runs back in the room and says, "did you know that you are contracting every three minutes?". To which i responded, "No, I had no idea". She checked to see if I was dilated and an even bigger surprise was that i was dilated to five. The nurse was shocked that I was walking around 5cm dilated and contracting q3 min and had no idea. I didn't have any pain. That all happened at 3:30pm, Max was born tow hours later.

Maxwell Joseph

11/7/10

1728

7lbs 12oz, 20 inches

And he is an angel. Another wonderful, beautiful addition to our family.

Not Enough Time...

...To get everything ready for Seven.

Seven will be here the day after Jack's 10th birthday. So that gives me this weekend to get everything set ready for his arrival.

Dan's mother is coming into town over Halloween weekend, and the following weekend is Jack's birthday, so those two weekends are out.

Reality is, there isn't that much to get ready for. I washed his clothes and the girls helped us set up the new bassinet. The only things left to do are get the new car seat installed and put together and pack my bag.

The kids are super excited. The girls ask everyday when he is coming. The big boys said they are going to babysit and teach him how to play baseball.

It's just so hard to believe that in a few short weeks, there will be FIVE boys in our house. How awesome is that?!

Emotional Distress...

Sometimes, I have the worst job in the world. A job that is sometimes so stressful, it keeps me awake at night and gives me anxiety.

I work on a Women's Health floor at a hospital. We care for women of all ages and stages in their lives. We care for mostly c-section mom's, hysterectomy's, all kinds of repair work. If a procedure can be preformed on a woman, we get it.

We also care for mom's who have suffered IUFD (late term). You never get used to it. And really, there's no way to cope with it. These are good people ready to welcome a new baby into their families. Sometimes, there are reasons for the losses-cord accidents or genetic issues. But sometimes, there isn't a reason for the loss at all. It's devastating beyond words.

They come in spurts. We are in the middle of one right now. We have seen twelve in the past two weeks. That is a lot.

I can't care for these patients right now for obvious reasons, but I know they are there. Counting my own baby's kicks makes me anxious. Sometimes, I'm convinced that I will lose my own son. I can't sleep, it's hard to function throughout the day. Because of this, I haven't really done a thing to get ready for his arrival.

I have a list of things to buy for him. I look at it every day, telling myself that I will get it all accomplished a week before his arrival. Reality is, I probably won't get everything ready until the day before my induction date. That is about my comfort zone right now.

I am just feeling as if I can't get attached until he is hopefully here safe and sound.

Makes you sick, doesn't it?

Finally!

Lucky #7 finally has a name!!

...But I will never tell (unless you are family and in that case, you already know!)