Fish and Chips Story — The Story of Us

It was great to have Alora’s first real party.  I hope we will have some video up soon.  The kids all seemed to have a good time at Fit Kidz Club.

Sunday, however, wasn’t so fun.  Alora had an ear infection on Friday where blood was actually coming out of her ear and by Sunday the infection had moved to her stomach, she had a fever and wouldn’t eat all day.  I felt so bad for her, it really sucks when you have to watch your children suffer but not be able to do anything for them.  I suppose this isn’t new info to those of you that have been parents for some time but I am still learning.

Alora Renea Fisher was born 1-15-06 at St. Anns Hospital in Columbus Ohio at 12:54pm. She weighed 7lbs 15 oz and was 21.5 inches long. I arrived after almost 36 hours of labor so Heather is my new Hero. Check out the photo album for her pics.

So in 2 minutes it will officially be two years since my daughter has entered this world. I must say I’m doing much better than I thought today. There have been no tears just pulled heart strings as she cuddled me in my lap. We had her two year old portraits done just a little bit ago and I must say she is a ham. When we were done taking them and looking at which one’s to purchase, every time she’d see a new picture of herself she’d say “That’s Alora, I cute!” And as a proud parent I must say I agree. Tonight when daddy comes home we will continue with tradition and have Skyline for dinner. Now many people may think this is the most bizarre thing around, but after 36 hours of labor and birth my husband and father went to Skyline to get food and brought me back a black bean Skyline burrito. It was my first food in over two days. It tasted sooo wonderful! So call me crazy but Alora’s birthday dinner until she’s old enough to say different will always be Skyline!

A mother’s day is never done, it’s always just begun!

Cheesy as it sounds, it’s become beyond true. For example, today is the first day I’m entrusting myself with my daughter since I’m highly medicated and still have bronchitis. This morning started out great, Alora slept in until 8:15! I thought my this is going to be a wonderful day. Then when I get her up I realize she has peed the bed and not just a little, her sheets, her blankets, her dollie, EVERYTHING. So I strip the bed and put clean clothes on her for the day. I then begin to fix breakfast which explodes in the microwave. We finally set down to eat and she gets the coco wheats just on her napkin, I was sooo excited. Until she sneezed and snot and cocoa wheats covered the clean shirt we just previously put on 15 minutes ago. So I run to the bedroom and get a clean shirt and wipes only to come back and pull off the cocoa wheats covered shirt and smother her in them. Her hair, her face, her arms and her chest are now covered in cocoa wheats and snot! Back to the bedroom we go to wipe off and brush our hair. 4 wipes later she is clean and with clean clothes. It’s now 9:00 and my hopes of getting her hair cut before her play gym class at 10 have been dashed to shreds. So it’s time to carry the dirty sheets and laundry downstairs to get the stinky pee out, which I trip and tumble down the steps with. Now I am covered in pee sheets, cocoa wheat and snot shirt and my face lands in pee covered Annie (her favorite dollie). As I realize Alora has beaten me down the steps due to my tumble and has poured my full 22 oz. glass of water on to the carpet and is yelling “Dancing in puddles Mommy, Look Look!” So we clean up the spill and prepare to wash the pee sheets, the wet towels from the spill and the cocoa wheats clothes. Everything makes it into the laundry, even with my daughter helping to put everything in (it’s her new favorite chore). And just as I turn around the lid closes on my middle finger and bounces and comes back down on it again. Now this doesn’t sound this painful until you realize it’s instantly purple and my two year old is standing with her big brown eyes looking at me saying “What wrong mommy, what wrong.” And I’m feeling overwhelming pride for not swearing and just simply folding in half and crying. by the way it’s now 9:30 and even the play gym class is looking doubtful since I have a load of clothes to fold and haven’t even showered. Then as my arm throbs I begin a coughing fit only to realize I haven’t taken any of my medicine yet, so as I wheeze and gasp for air I have to book it back up the steps to find my inhaler and medicine and while I’m at it a piece of ice and cloth for my blood filled fingernail.

So it is now 9:50, I’m breathing, the timer on the dryer is going off and I still haven’t showered. But I did take 10 minutes to let you know my new motto that I’m sure someone else in life has said, but as it popped magically into my head this morning it never seemed more appropriate. So let’s just hope that with the remaining 12 hours of the day I don’t burn the house down!

So, Tuesday night Heather had a fever and wasn’t feeling good, we decided to take her to the Labor and Delivery ward of our hospital to make sure the Baby was all right.  While we were there she developed a very bad cough and since her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest they made sure the baby was fine and then sent us to the ER.

We were fast tracked for a little bit but eventually were admitted to the cardiology department, apparently if you say chest preassure they want to watch you for a while.  So we were admitted at 2:00am January 2nd.  Thankfully Alora was able to spend the night with some great friends of ours.   Heather is home now and is resting today while Alora plays with some other friends.  So our New year has been off to a great start.

We did have our 8th annual Waffle party before all of this went down and I will try to post some pics or Heather will do it when she feels better.

Well we are finally back at home from our LONG Christmas break.  We spent a few days in WV and a few in PA and what seemed like a few on the road, although it was only half a day (13 hours).  We got a chance to start a few traditions for our families Christmas, I read the nativity story for Alora and Corbin and then we had a birthday cake for Jesus.  Heather and I agreed to try to keep Jesus as the focus as the holiday so that is something we plan on doing for the years to come.

It was great to see everyone and I hope we can keep in contact.

So at MOPS on Monday night we had a Christmas party which was a hoot. It was also great to be back and see everyone again. Instead of having a main speaker we watched a woman comedian who I thought was hilarious, Anita Renfroe. So for your viewing pleasure here is a little exerpt:

It’s almost that time again and the chaos is building. Do I have enough wrapping paper, where are the scissors, bring back the tape! Are we packed, what did we forget, do we have enough cash, how do we keep her entertained? It seems like an endless birage of questions, worries, queries and concerns, but then I realize it will all get done, some how. It may not be perfect or in order like I want it, but if you slow down and let God help even in the little things in life all these things shall pass and the laundry will get clean, the suitcases will be packed, and something will be done with the Christmas presents and you will have peace strength and confidence that God was with you all the way since in the end you are celebrating this holiday because the birth of His Son, Our Savior.

Wow so yesterday the snow poured (well at least for OH). Alora got to run and play and make snow angels. It’s days like those that makes days like today, no nap, mommymommymommymommy, and crying a little more bearable. It makes me remember that I signed up for this gig, I asked to be a stay at home mom. Yes it’s rough, yes there are days when I want to beat my head against a wall, but then there are those days when you get a mommy daughter moment that you know would never ever have happened if you weren’t there and those are the moments that make me glad for snow days.

There are days when I really hate going to my job. It isn’t that I don’t like my job, although if I won the lottery I probably wouldn’t work there, I like my team, my boss, my company but I hate to leave my little girl. There are some days though when I really realize how lucky I am to have the job I do. This is one of those days… (more…)