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Archive for March, 2007

Today is F5’s birthday.

He’s three years old and such a sweetheart. He’s a little disappointed because he won’t be having his party until Saturday, but he has now gotten over it a bit. My little F5, how I love him. He has got such a pleasant little personality and is always ready for a snuggle. Some milestones this year include getting himself dressed (with most of his clothes on backwards), learning how to hold two fingers up to say he’s two (oops, guess we’ll need to work on three now!), and knowing how to say his abc’s (well, most of them anyway.) He tells the cutest stories and is like his mommy (blush, blush). He can’t tell a story without talking with his hands in full motion, demonstrating every aspect of the action. One of my favorite recent memories is of him telling me that I needed to put desitin on his bottom after a diaper change. I didn’t do it because his bottom wasn’t sore, but he was insistent that it needed to be done. He held up his chubby little hand and ticked off his logical explanation, one item at a time. “Mommy, you need to put cream on me because I pooped [ticking off one finger on his hand], and when I poop my butt gets sore [ticking off number two], and when my butt gets sore you need to put cream on [ticking off number three]. So I pooped and you need to put cream on me! [Head tilted to the side and hands lifted palm up, as if to say, there you have it!]” Such cute expressions on his little face and an adorable personality to match. Oh, thank you, Lord, for this little boy!
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Isn’t he an angel?

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Oh, yes, he is!

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Mr. Nutt’s grandfather always said, “I’d rather raise a dozen devils than a single fool.”

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Perhaps he’d looked into the future?!?

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One last look at baby feet. They’ll be changing into kid feet during the next year…oooh, how I’ll miss those chubby little piggies!

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Been a rough month

Well, now I’ll tell you about the extenuating circumstances that I mentioned in this post. Beware as the following might be a little gross or graphic.

I found out a bit after my birthday that I was pregnant. Not only was this quite a shock because, well, it was a shock, but also because I had had a full-blown regular period earlier in the month, but while I was just pregnant. I called the doc and they had me come in for a rhogam shot and the next day I had an ultrasound to check for viabiltiy. I was too early to see any heartbeats, but everything looked good for the stage the baby was at, so I had another one scheduled for three weeks later. That ultrasound was very promising. Heartbeat was strong, everything was in the right place and baby looked the right size. So I scheduled my ob appointment for this morning. I’ve been spotting right along all this time, with some bleeding intermingled in there. On Saturday night, I had a gush of blood that was really surprising and I’ve been bleeding a little ever since then. So, when I got to the doc this morning, I was pretty nervous about what we’d find out. After some regular checkup kinda stuff (all you ladies know what I’m talking about) he brought in the ultrasound machine to see how everything was going. I think he was pretty hopeful since I had made it to nearly ten weeks in spite of all the bleeding and stuff. He put the paddle on and we immediately saw an empty sac. The baby was gone, except for a small pile (I don’t know how else to describe it) of tissue at the bottom of the sac. No heartbeat, no little tyke swimming around, as I had seen six times before at this stage. I have chosen to just let nature take its course and miscarry the baby by myself, rather than go in for a d&c. We have no idea why the miscarriage happened…the doctor said that in most cases it is a genetic abnormality and the baby wouldn’t have been viable even if I didn’t bleed so much.

Right now, what is comforting me is the thought of my daddy holding his little grandbaby in his arms in heaven right now. I told Mr. Nutt that God had decided to let Dad have this one so that he wouldn’t miss the other fruits so much.

Prayers are appreciated. Thanks.

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