Lately Graem has been saying that everything is “mines”. She is trying to take Bailey’s play toy away from her and she keeps saying “Give back, Bailey - it’s mines”.
At least she’s using somewhat complete sentences but I guess we should work on the whole proper English thing.
Tonight one of our friends came over and first Graem started gnawing on Bailey’s food. Then the dog started humping the cat as we were eating. Then Graem let out a big belch.
Quite the classy family I must admit!
Unbelieveable.
MADRID, Spain (AP) — A 67-year-old Spanish woman became the world’s oldest mother after she gave birth to twins in the northern city of Barcelona on Saturday, a hospital official said.
The woman, whose identity has not been revealed by Sant Pau hospital, gave birth by Caesarian section on Saturday, having previously undergone in vitro fertilization in the United States, according to the national news agency EFE.
Originally from the southern region of Andalucia, the new mother chose the Barcelona hospital because it specializes in high-risk births.
The mother and twins are all doing well, though the babies are both in incubators, a hospital spokeswoman said. The hospital did not reveal the gender of the twins.
The previous holder of the oldest-mother record was 66-year-old Romanian citizen Adriana Iliescu, who gave birth to baby Eliza Maria in January 2005.
I feel totally cried out. Yet, when I talk to someone or see something that reminds me of “it” I somehow find some stored tears. I don’t know where they’re coming from.
Our friends have been a great support through this. Lydia came over, washed our laundry, cleaned the house, and took care of Graem all day while Margot and me talked and caught up on sleep.
Lydia’s mother is the pastor at the local Methodist Church - St. Paul’s and she offered to come out and do a little “service” tomorrow and bury our baby under the magnolia tree. I’m not sure how nuts it is, to be honest, but I can’t imagine just flushing it down the toilet or throwing the Chinese container into the trash.
Margot’s already dug the whole under the tree and it’s actually right next to Graem’s swing.
Of course, now, the hard part is going to be moving forward and trying to figure out where we go from here. I do have hope that a future cycle will result in a “take home baby”. I just resent the fact that with each step - nothing will ever feel like a victory. For example, pregnancy tests, ultrasounds, milestones … I’ll always be waiting for the big gush or something bad to happen.
We talked this morning to the nurse about doing Genetic Screening on the embryos when we do IVF (assuming our last IUI doesn’t work). At least then we’d know that we would have put the most healthy embryos back and it’d give them all more a fighting chance. We’ll see.
I hope each day gets better and I’m eventually able to put all of this behind us - but I’m not sure I’d want to forget it.
I just can’t stop crying. At first I felt like I had to hold it together as much as I could for Shawna, to at least make sure she was safe and that we were doing everything we could do–which unfortunately was nothing. I prayed silently to myself at the first signs of blood that maybe it was just a little more bloody show, and that everything would be okay. But then it became clear that it was worse–the worst thing that could happen. All I could do was cry and say No, no, no!
The next three hours were an eternity–waiting for when the doctor’s office would confirm the inevitable. All the while I’ve been clutching the container of what was our baby–not knowing what to do with it–as if keeping it warm and close by would help. I think we’ll bury it under our magnolia tree.
I have a secret goal in life: to finish one box of staples. I’ve been using the same box of staples for at least the past ten years (I just found the sale sticker from the Campus Store dated 2/93), and I have been ana1 retentive about using all the small pieces first, so I can savor the day I get to use one full row of staples.
Last Monday, all my staple hopes and dreams were crushed: Grammy came to work with me because Shawna had an out-of-town appointment. In one fell swoop, as she was rummaging through my drawers, Grammy found the box of staples and dropped it on the floor, shattering all the long pieces into tiny (5-10 staples long) pieces!
I had just made it to the 30-or-so-long pieces too.
The ongoing antics of two thirty-something *gasp* mamas raising our three-year-old daughter and adding another baby girl to the mix.