The Party In Motion

I am being lazy today and don't really feel like writing out another long post so i am posting the videos from his party Sunday. I think that will explain it just as well as words maybe even better.

My First Born Part 2

You can find Part One here!

Here we are four years later and my boy is all grown up. He isn't a little baby who needs my attention 24/7 anymore. He has grown 23 1/2 inches and gained 30lbs since he was born that day. He had developed his own personality and his own way of doing things. We have had a journey getting there though.

At one he was still my baby! I was a month away from having MJ and he was the sweetest thing. he started walking at 9 months old so he was already on the go. He loved nothing more than to play with balloons and cell phones. He weighted 20 lbs and was around 28 inches tall although i could be off on the height. He had already started developing his stubborn personality. He wanted his way and your way would just not do. We lived in an apartment at the time and he loved to climb the stairs to the bathroom. His favorite activity was bath time and he would eat anything. His favorites included spinach, chicken nuggets, and carrots. He was a boy with a mission and he would get it done.

At two he was a big brother and very rambunctious. He like to pick out his own clothes and try to get himself dressed. He finally took interest in playing outside and on the slides and swings. His personality was starting to come into its own. He loved to laugh and tickle. He is and was such a happy kid. He was still only about 21 lbs and about 32 inches tall. His favorite foods were steak, chicken, and eggs (i guess it was a meat stage). My little man is what i always called him. Those blue eyes would do something to you! He could look at you and it was like your heart just melted and you couldn't say no. He was such a doll and i miss that time frame.

As three had just passed what can i say. This was a year of ups and downs. We learned a lot about each other and our patience levels. He was such an explorer this past year. He loved being able to dig outside in the dirt and discover buried treasure. He would often bury stuff just to go dig it up another day. He was way into pirates. He loved to watch the Pirates of the Caribbean movies although i was surprised he wasn't scared by them. He was also very much into cars and trucks. He still is a very smiley kid but had learned how to push the boundaries and see how far he can go. His favorite foods are salads, chicken nuggets (see the pattern lol), and kale. He is such a Daddy's boy but loved Mommy to cuddle him. We had a great year! He weights 35 lbs now and is 42 inches tall. He is growing up so fast these days. This was also his first year of school and he had gotten so smart. He can write his name and is now starting to recognize other words like cat and dog. He loves to write out things if you sound out the letters to him. He makes us proud everyday with all the knowledge he possesses.

I look forward to what the next year holds for us. He will have another year of Head Start/Pre-K. I look forward to what all he will learn this year. We will be taking on reading as well as continuing to learn how to write. As he moves out of the Cars stage and into the Super Hero stage i cant help but wonder where the heck the time has flown to. He has sprouted up before my eyes and i cant force it to slow down. He just keeps growing and all i can do is take a deep breathe and try to enjoy it day by day. He is always telling a joke or making us laugh. He has such a great personality and enjoys life. I hope he is always this way. I hope i always remember him this way.

My First Born

On March 8th 2005 we spent the day shopping! I was 36 weeks 6 days pregnant with Phabian. We walked around Wal-Mart for hours that day. We bought a new digital camera and a new printer. This is the picture Marcus took before i went to bed. I had just taken a nice hot shower because my back was hurting soooooo bad. At the time i thought it was just because of all the walking around but boy was i wrong.

At 4:00 am i woke up because i felt like i had peed on myself. Everyone told me that the chances of someone's water breaking was slim so i never even gave it a thought. I got up and went to the bathroom then changed clothes and went back to bed. About 4:30 i woke up again because i thought i peed on myself again but this time i knew it wasnt pee and something wasnt right. My back felt like it was in knots. I hobbled off to the bathroom again and tried to pee. This time when i wiped there was blood. I ran in to the bed room threw on the light and ask hubby to smell the tp. With one eye open he looked at me like i was insane. He humored me and said it didnt smell like pee. What i said next he wasn't prepared for.

I calmly walked out of the room and called the hospital and told them my water had broke and ask what i should do. They told me to come in after i had gotten dressed and ready. I went back into the bedroom and woke up Marcus. This time he looked a little more annoyed. I told him i was in labor and that i needed to go to the hospital. That was all it took for him to jump out of bed. He got dressed as did I and at about 7am we arrived at the hospital.

After the initial check in i was offically only 3 cm dialted and 75 percent effaced and -2 station. I was having steady contrations but they were in my back. At the time it wasnt hurting too bad, but just felt like a dull back ache. If i had only known how that would change and how i would beg for an epidural in about 3 hours or so.

By 11am i was screaming in pain! They wouldnt let me out of bed, my back was killing me and i was begging for an epidural. I had been (up till this point) addamentally against any drugs during labor. Pain will do strange things to you though, especailly when it feels like someone is ripping your spine out of your body. So at about 11:30 they got my epidural in place and all was ok with the world again.

For the next couple hours i slept on and off but the anticiaton and excitement wouldnt allow for too much rest. Hubby snuck me some chicken strips cause i was starving and they wouldnt let me eat anything. But at 2:30 i was ready to push! I told the nurse that she better get the docotor cause this baby was coming out. A few mins later Dr. Kessler came in and checked me, sure enough Phabian was crowning and i was pushing.

At 2:51 pm, exactly 10 and 1/2 hours after my water broke at home. I gave birth to a beautiful, handsome, 5lb 10oz, 18 1/2in, baby boy. He had a head full of dark brown hair. He was the most tiny thing i had ever seen in my life.
To be continued.....

Results

Ok so i officially have the results of the paternity test. It has been a long few weeks and i am glad it is over. Marcus is officially NOT the father of the little boy. I cant even begin to tell you how relieved i am. You never will know how you truly feel about something like this until the results finally come in. I must say that my feeling in of overwhelming giddiness and joy. I don't know what i would have done if he was his father. I would have done my best to be a good step mom but i just don't even wanna think about the effect it would have on our family.

So i got the results yesterday. Hubby went to work and was suppose to go get the results when he got off work. When 3 rolled around and he wasn't home i called his work and he told me he knew he would be late so he had taken a break and went over and got them. He jokingly told me that he was not the father (which at the time i was not in the mood for jokes so i got a little snippy with him. That just isn't the type of thing you joke about). i felt relieved but a little upset that he didn't call me as soon as he got them and that he had told his colleagues before me. After the initial frustration of being the last to know i was overjoyed.

When he got home he went to call a friend of his and let them know the results and i pointed out that maybe he should call the boy's mother first before calling his friend (which is also a friend of hers). So he called her and told her that he had picked up the results early and that he was not his father. This was her response, "Um...Ok....Bye". WTF?!?!?!?!?! No, "I'm sorry for dragging your family through this". No, "well thanks for calling and letting me know". Nothing!!!!!!!! Just an "ok" and "bye". I mean really?!? You just put a crimp in my family for weeks and all you can say is "OK"? Needless to say i was a little dumb-founded but i am so glad we never have to speak to her again. Thank God that he let me keep my sanity these past few weeks.

So now that it is over with life can go back to normal. No more worries about paternity test and extra kids. No more discussion about baby mama drama (at least not on my end of the phone lol). I have to say that Chels is right. Never in a million years did i think that i would be going through a paternity test with a man that i know has been nothing but faithful to me. How many woman have to do a paternity test for a child that was conceived before they started dating their husband or boyfriend and the child is 4 already. I don't even want to go into what i think about someone who allows this to happen when it could have been taken care of 4 years ago (yes we offered her a test when the baby was born 4 years ago). So back to my normal life



THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!