To Tell the Tooth

Lexi had a dentist appointment today and got a cleaning.  She did really well, but I think she might need to be under a little laughing gas when she gets her cavities filled next week.

After the dentist we went to WalMart and got Lexi a bunch of cute clothes.  We also tried on hats.

Summer Break Part One

Lexi's last day of school was today.  She came home with all this stuff for playing in the backyard or at a beach: shovel, bukkit, bubbles and a bubble wand.  All of her arts and crafts are with us now as well, along with her father's day gift, which they made for my Grandfather.  I'm not going to be dealing with drama from Lexi's dad so I'm just going to pretend she didn't make that, even though my dad deserves a Father's Day Present more than he does.  He has another kid to get Father's Day presents from anyway.

I hold my tongue a lot about Lexi's dad when I talk about him publicly, but it is what it is regardless of whether or not his feelings get hurt.  He wants all the fun of having a kid without any of the responsibilities.  That kind of mindset is going to bite you in the ass if you hate responsibility as much as he does.  My family and I did everything we could to get Lexi's dad on the up and up, and we're all done helping him.  You can't change people, and I am not going to go out of my way to glorify her father or his side of the family so that I don't hurt their feelings.  They make no attempt to contact me so why should it hurt when I point out the obvious?  I'm only telling the truth.

Despite the family drama I have to deal with sometimes, Mini Me is doing the best she can regarding school. She's showing progress with her speech and hopefully in the next couple of years she will able to say "potty" or "hungry" or "thirsty".  I'm going to be doing the activities her teacher left for us to do so she doesn't forget what she has learned.

Being a single mom, even with help, is hard.

Fickle Weather

The weather has no business being this warm in the middle of March!  Either we're in for a blizzard or something in April or this is the mildest winter I've seen in a long time.

Lexi woke up at around 6am this morning, and I sat with her until it was time to get her dressed and ready for school.  A few minutes before the bus was supposed to come (which she is usually jumping up and down at the door ready to go), she just had a complete melt-down and I had to practically drag her to the bus.  I don't know why she gets so upset like that: maybe she was confused and thought it was the weekend or something because she had to stay at home tomorrow for a dentist appointment.

She came home in a good mood and had a snack and bounced around in front of the window for a while before passing out on the couch. 

 She had a note in her backpack that she was running around the playground today.  Apparently she likes to ride the "motorcycle" rocking ride there: go figure.  It would be just my luck if she grew up loving motorcycles.

Yesterday she was with my mom and I at Target:

This is the first time that she wasn't grabbing everything in site and actually stayed in her seat, giggling the whole time.

I'm in the middle of Edith Wharton's autobiography and will post a link to the review I'll write as soon as I'm done.

Mini Me's Birthday

It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep because I was getting those fake contractions, I forget the name of them. I figured it was just my body getting used to getting close to the due date, which was April 22nd. However, the contractions started coming closer together and were becoming more painful. I called my doctor and told my symptoms to my doctor's answering service. She said I should wait a few more hours to see whether or not they were the Brakston Hiccups or whatever the heck they're called, fake labor is what I call it.

I waited an hour, probably eating golden delicious apples because my hormones made them taste like apple Jolly Ranchers. Next thing I know, I start loosing my mucus plug (yea it sounds gross as hell I'm not saying it doesn't lol). I got worried because usually after that happens, your water could break soon after.

I went into my parents bedroom at like 3am and said "Mom, Dad, we need to go to the hospital!" They start freaking out and I was rather freaked myself because while I had done a ton of "nesting" the weeks prior to get ready for little Lexi, but I forgot to make up an overnight bag. Luckily my contractions weren't strong enough and I got to the chance to pack up.

My parents took me to Virtua in Mt. Holly NJ, and they admitted me because I was close enough to my due date and it looked like my water would break in a few hours.

They shot me up with Petocin (I don't know how to spell it), which was like a jump start my contractions. I had no idea that the drug they gave me would make my contractions feel as though an alien was going to rip out of my stomach a la Total Recall. Thank the Lord above for epidurals! (To be honest I was scared to death to get an epidural because of the whole "needle in the spine" thing, but at this point in the story I could care less. I'll be a paraplegic for the rest of my life if they do it wrong, gimme!

A few minutes later, sweet relief. I got to talk to my mom and dad, and my sister and her late husband (RIP) came later and hung out at in the waiting room. I had to put her down as one of the people to stay in the room and help out during the delivery. I put my mom down as the other one.

If you're wondering why I blogged under "Trixie McBimbo" for so long on Myspace (and continue to be TrixMcbimbo on Youtube), it's because of a quote said by Lorilai about Rory's arrival: "It was akin to doing the splits on a crate of dynamite." 'Nuff said.

Before I knew it, I was ten centimeters dilated, and even though we all knew it could very well be a fast delivery, my mom and sister were still startled by what the doctor had just said. They stood on either side of me and with the help of a nurse (who refused to listen to me when I kept telling her SHE'S NOT MOVING I FEEL LIKE I'M TRYING TO PUSH A WATERMELON THROUGH A PINHOLE RIGHT NOW BITCH, SHE AIN'T BUDGING!!" ok that last part I made up)

The doc had said to get him if I couldn't give birth in two hours, so two hours of silent pushing (yeah that's right, I barley made a peep the whole time. That's how gangster I am), my mom starts crying hysterically and the next thing I know, Lexi is on my stomach. But she wasn't breathing. I froze, watching her.

Thankfully, she started crying and coughing. The nurse cleaned her up and let me hold her for a few seconds before she had to go to the NicU (she had to stay the night there because she was two weeks premature). I don't remember much while they cleaned me up and moved me to my room where I was to stay for a few days.

Before they wheeled me up, they let me stop by the NicU to see Mini Me some more before I went to my room. She was the most perfect thing I have ever seen in my life.

She continues to be the most perfect thing I have ever seen to this day.

Case of the Mondays

So Mini Me was supposed to start taking the bus to school in the AM and PM today, but her buss never showed up so her grandpa and I had to drop her off. I made sure her teacher know that it never came; she said she'd talk to transportation people about it. I'm going to miss dropping her off but it will be easier for myself if she goes on the bus by herself. She looks so cute getting off the bus, in any case:

1st finger painting!

Mini Me (1)