Unforgettable

10 months ago I gave birth to my daughter, which just seems like yesterday. I'll be planning her birthday party soon, so if you know me in "real life" be on the look out for your invitation.

Her estimated date of arrival was September 6th but she didn't actually join us until 6 days later. They tried inducing labor on August 29th with no success. They gave me the OD of pitocin to no avail. My body was not going to cooperate with me or anyone for that matter. After many tears of failure and frustration I went home to re-group. By that Friday my contractions began and I timed them for a while before I call my Ob. I wake her up in the middle of the night and she tells me since my contractions are 5 minutes apart she will call the hospital and advise them I am on my way. Whoa was I nervous.... So I check in and basically get violated by the entire maternity ward for them to tell me to pack it up and go home. "Try taking a warm bath..." Again I head home disappointed.

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday with the high risk doctor because my doctor wants to determine my daughter's weight and would make a decision whether to schedule an eviction. Keep in mind I'm still having contractions about 5 minutes apart. Monday morning I lose the "gunk"and I actually make it to my appointment in all shades of discomfort and ready to plead my case on how the leech needed to be evicted before whatever sanity remained was lost. Much to my surprise the high risk doctor scared the living bejeeezus out of me. I had apparently lost all of my fluid (trust me I never felt a gush or even a slight trickle), and there was what appeared to be a possible enlarged heart. The tears are flowing down my face. I'm thinking to myself, all this time she was fine and now after I baked her I find out something could be wrong. The high risk doc calls my doc and tells her the baby has to come out TODAY.

My mom drives me to the hospital and I call Art to let him know that I'm on my way to the hospital because I needed an emergency c-section. How he understood my blubbering is beyond me. We get to the garage to park and can't find a damn spot. We make our way down to the exit and my mother explains my plight and they "make a space" for her to park. They called for a wheel chair but after waiting 5 minutes I can't take it anymore and decide to walk or should I say waddle?

I some how manage to check in and a nurse walks me to my room and I'm quite upset so being the cool nurse she was, actually calmed me down. Art makes it in time to help out when epidural man shows up. I'd say around noon I was trembling horribly with the epidural which I didn't mind because it beat feeling the contractions. Mind you I didn't even experience the "full blown" contractions so I guess I squeaked outta that one. I get wheeled down the hall and placed into the operating room. Art is only allowed to go in through the first set of doors. They didn't let him join me until they had finished "prepping me". What felt like forever was probably 5 - 6 minutes for them to put me in the "J.C.P". He sits down right next to me and holds my hand.

The anesthesiologist was testing to make sure the meds were on target. Apparently the doctor was poking me with a needle to verify I was numb. I was, didn't feel a thing. They are walking me through each step as they gut me. Didn't take but 15 minutes to cut her out! I felt some pressure and that was pretty much it. I heard no crying baby, only the doctors talking about the movies. WTH?

They rushed her to the level 2 nursery where they proceed to hook her up to an oxygen hood because she wasn't able to breathe properly on her own. Meanwhile back at the ranch I spend the next hour getting my guts stuffed back in my body. I was taken to recovery (alone) and checked every 5 minutes to make sure I don't kick the bucket. The pediatric cardiologist came by to let me know everything seemed to be in good shape so far. She also let me know that my little one had the cord wrapped around her neck 3 times!!!! I freaked out but they told me her vitals were normal and there didn't appear to be any concerns. They monitor me for about an hour and I finally get wheeled back to my room.

Back in the room we wait on pins and needles to find out the status of my little human. Finally around 4 Art can take no more and goes to hunt down a nurse. What seemed like aeons he finally returns with my camera to show me her first picture! She was all hooked up to monitors and I saw the little oxygen hood. She was soooooooooooo cute. Methodist only allows parents wearing bracelets in to view the baby. One guest is allowed when accompanied by a parent. So my mom is first in line. She comes back to give me a full report. Guess what? I'm so jacked up I can't even go to visit my daughter. I have to lie in bed so the staples don't pop out. This sucked. All my friends and family got to meet her first.

I never knew you could fall so deeply in love with someone so quickly. Now that's a cool feeling..

Souless Existence

VH1's Supergroup "Damnocracy" reality show is now over. I could have done without "Uncle Ted" and his derogatory remarks against women that listen to heavy metal [grunt]. The final episode seemed to kinda run through the entire season in one hour and left us with no good footage of the hyped Empire Ballroom event [I suppose that will be on dvd soon]. I actually wanted to hear them play "Take it Back" in it's entirety, I guess I will have to hit up their My Space page to check it out.

Red, White, and BLOO

Tune in to Cartoon Network tomorrow for a Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends MARATHON! That's right kiddos a full day in imagination land.

Something Fishy...

I've had my aquarium for almost 3 years now and it never gets old. It's a pain to clean but when it's all said and done the finished product is awesome. I can sit in front of it all day and never get bored. The peace and serenity it brings is priceles.

To You..

:P

Stuck...

"Your ARROGANCE blinds you" has been stuck in my head since this weekend.

Destroyer 666 Invades Houston

Slayer 06.25.06

SLAYER hit the stage at 9:39pm and start the set off right with "South of Heaven". They had a great stage setup with 2 massive inverted crosses on stage and a large screen showing various video clips in conjuction with each song that was played. As I am singing along I suddenly notice Tom isn't singing. My first thought was that it was a technical issue. I look around at those near me and no one seems to even flinch. Perhaps it was an early "audience participation" moment? Short stints of silence from Tom continue to plague the entire set?! Has he forgotten the lyrics he has been singing for nearly half of his life? Does he not feel up to par since his gall bladder surgery? Clearly Tom nor SLAYER were on top of their game this time around. The other members were semi lethargic and did not seem as if they wanted to be playing that night. I have seen Slayer each time they have come to Houston since 1992, and I must admit this was the first lack luster performance. I did enjoy the music, presentation, and setlist. I hope their forthcoming effort Christ Illusion doesn't disappoint. Following is some of the setlist that was played. Please don't have a heart attack if I butchered it. My memory isn't what it used to be.

• South of Heaven
• Silent Scream
• War Ensemble
• Blood Red
• Cult
• Disciple
• Mandatory Suicide
• Seasons in the Abyss
• Chemical Warfare
• Dead Skin Mask
• Hell Awaits
• Raining Blood
• Antichrist
• Angel of Death

Pain

This afternoon I take Sarah for her 9 month well baby exam. I'm pretty sure she will get more vaccinations. My heart breaks each time I see her get injected. I know it's for her well being but it still kills me. She is very alert of her surroundings now and I know she is going to begin developing that fear of the doctor's office. My poor baby has no idea she is going to get jacked up today.

She's developed so much since her last visit. She grunts, screams, growls, says ma ma, pa pa, ba ba, waves bye bye (backwards LOL), she crawls backwards, gets on all 4's and rocks (not quite crawling yet but trying to), and she loves to stand and have you practice walking with her. She looks so cute with those chunky legs! I love to hear her laugh...

09.30.06 | Destroyer 666

Savage Animal...

Since I don't get to go to many metal concerts..my outlet has become trash tv or as they call it "Reality tv". I recently got sucked into VH1's "Super Group" which conists of Sebastian Bach, Ted Nugent, Scott Ian, Evan Seinfeld, and Jason Bonham. In the first few episodes they are trying to decide on a name. Fist (*in the KISS font - LMAO*), Celebutard, Godwar (raw dog spelled backwards) are a few names that were bounced around with little enthusiasm. Sebastian tried very hard to push Savage Animal, so much so it's still echoing in my brain UGH. He finally blurted out Damnocracy and that seemed to stick ?! Too "Damn Yankee-ish" for my taste but it is what it is.

I think I've been watching too much VH1... Who would have thought back in the day that VH1 would now host "Metal Mania" which is more interesting to watch then Headbanger's Boob....

Rain

Early Monday morning (3:30ish am) I was awoken by the pounding rain. I go to the front window to see how bad it is and the water is half way up the driveway. YIKES! The den is rather low so all of the articles are moved to the highest point of the house. After doing all that work the water recedes to the curb (sigh of relief). I had asked for the day off weeks in advance because my daughter had an appointment. What a wasted day as we rescheduled the appointment to this Friday. She and I just hung out and watched the news all day. When she got restless we switched to the Cartoon Network to catch a couple of back to back episodes of "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends". That is a cool cartoon.

Recommendation

My brother told me about his wireless bloggining so I thought I would check it out. Seems rather interesting so I thought I would take a stab it.