New Year’s To Remember

It has been a while since I was last here, and that is for good reason. Life has been a little busy here lately.

When I went to the doctor in the middle of December I got scheduled for a C-Section on January 4th. I was put in high risk because of my seizures and ended up having to go to the Dr twice a week, once to get an ultrasound to make sure little man was good and the other one was to monitor the contractions and his heart rate.

My Dr knew that I had asked around the 12 week mark if I could have him on December 31. I used to work with a guy that was born on the first, and he said it was absolute torture. I was wanting December 31st because everyone in the world celebrates to bring in the New Year, and it would also work out with our sports schedule – I know I am not normal. Everyone else thought I wanted that day for tax purposes…that never even crossed my mind.

December 30th the Titans played the Colts at home. December 31st Vanderbilt was playing UNC Asheville which I was fine with missing that one, and they started SEC games earlier than normal with Ole Miss on the 5th. I knew I wouldn’t be able to make that one.

When the Titans were playing the Colts the game got flexed to Sunday night since both teams were playing for a playoff spot. I wasn’t going to miss this game, even though I was 38 weeks and some change pregnant. This was a HUGE game. The game was a let down to say the least. We ended up losing, and it was not in a pretty fashion. We got home around 1 AM on December 31st.

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That night while sleeping I started having some pretty strange pains that woke me up. They weren’t pleasant at all, and I knew they weren’t contractions. I went back and forth in my head if I was even going to wake Dustin up and have us go to the hospital. I decided since I had a Dr’s appointment first thing in the morning that I would be fine. I get up after minimal amount of sleep to get dressed, and I talked with Dustin to see if he wanted to go to this appointment with me.

I thought I was getting an ultrasound on this one to see how big he was going to be before we met him on Friday. (I ended up being wrong about that – it was just to monitor little man.) We decided that he would go with me to this appointment, and then we would go out to eat for breakfast afterwards, do a little shopping, and just have a little “us” time before there was no more “us” time.

When we arrived at the Dr office they called me back pretty quickly. They took my blood pressure before they hooked me up to the monitor…it was slightly elevated. I think it was 135/92. I had my twenty minutes of listening to contractions and heart beat, and then got to go back to the regular room. I got my blood pressure taken again and it was 142/85. The nurse made a comment about it, but I didn’t think anything about it. In walks the Dr, and said “let’s have a baby today”. Dustin said the look on my face was priceless. I even asked the Dr if she was joking. She wasn’t. She asked me when the last time I ate was, and told us she was calling labor and delivery so they had a room waiting on us.

Talk about major panic mode setting in. I was not mentally prepared for this…I was mentally prepared for him to come on Friday. We end up at the hospital, and the poor girl that took our information wasn’t very good at listening because she sent me to the ER area instead of sending me up to labor and delivery. In the ER they were going to run a bunch of lab work to see about preeclampsia. Luckily I stopped that, and my room was ready.

Once up there we were told I would have my C-Section around 3. They decided to move it up to 2. They took me back, and gave me a spinal tap. The guy that was helping with it had a Texas Rangers lanyard on, and I made a terrible joke. Then he told me he was a Cowboys fan, and I told him I couldn’t talk to him anymore. Spinal taps are no joke…my feet went numb almost immediately. They let Dustin in the room in his nice little surgical scrubs. They told him I was cracking jokes, and he threw me under the bus telling them I was nervous. They realized that once they saw my heart rate at approximately 115.

It was go time. Little man arrived at 2:39 PM on December 31. He was 10 lbs 5 oz, and was 21 1/4 inches long. The Dr told us after the fact that the nice man with the Rangers lanyard on had to push him out of me because he was so large. They also hadn’t seen a baby that big in a long time so the nurses were trying to guess how big he was. One nurse came super close – she said 10 lbs 6 oz.

By far this has been the best NYE ever! I wouldn’t change it for the world. The running joke now is that the Titans sent me into labor – which it probably did have a little bit to do with it. He is almost a month old now, and we are kinda settling into a routine. He is still a chunkster, and is super long. We are on our way out of 0-3 month clothing on our way to 3-6 months. He is in the 90% + in all categories. Here’s to the next 18 years of sleepless nights with this nugget!!

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Between the Hedges

For years I had heard how awesome, and beautiful it is between the hedges. It’s one of those things you have to experience for yourself. For the most part the fans are fantastic, and the layout of the stadium is great.

Normally when Vanderbilt plays Georgia it is a day game, and when we play there it is homecoming for them. This year was a smidge different since it was a 7:30 kickoff time. Vanderbilt isn’t known for its football team. Actually there are a lot of people that are fans of the SEC that would like for Vanderbilt to not even be in the SEC because they aren’t the best when it comes to football. I have come to terms that if we actually make it to a bowl game then it has been a really good year.

For Georgia’s homecoming it is awesome because they have the alumni cheerleaders that come back, the Red Coats (marching band), and the twirlers. They normally have about 6 former cheerleaders that show up, and they are in their long skirts and their sweaters. It is fantastic! They get out there and do the cheers, and also will dance and it fills my heart because I love old people. The Red Coats and the twirlers get out before the game the game starts and perform. It truly is an experience.

Two years ago, Vanderbilt surprised everyone and actually won in Athens. This year was not the case. We lost 41-13. Next year we get them in Nashville for the first game of the year. I will be cheering for them to beat Alabama when it comes to the SEC Championship game this year.

Georgia On My Mind

Have you ever thought if you moved to a different place where that would be? I have. Many times actually. I have fallen in love with Colorado and parts of Canada. The places that I fall in love with tend to be small town USA (or Canada). There is one place that if I didn’t live in Tennessee it would be Sandersville, GA.

In 2006 I met my best friend Jill, who is more like a sister to me. She grew up in Sandersville, but was living in Tennessee at the time. Her and her family are HUGE Georgia Bulldog fans, and with me being a HUGE Vanderbilt fan we struck a deal back in 2014. When Vanderbilt played Georgia in Athens we would go to Athens, and when Georgia came to Nashville her brother would come up for that game.

Jill moved back home to Sandersville two years ago. Two years ago Vanderbilt was playing in Athens, but Dustin and I went down early to see Jill’s new house. I instantly fell in love with Sandersville. Like I said I am a sucker for small town USA, and Sandersville was no different. They have the town square, people sitting on their front porches, and the Mayberry like feeling. The thing that sets Sandersville apart is Dairylane.

Dairylane looks like your normal old school hamburger place on the outside. When you get inside you almost don’t believe the prices that it costs for their food – I mean let’s be honest where else can you get a delicious burger for a dollar and some change?!?! You also get to see the jerseys of former players that grew up in the town that went onto play in college and the pros. The milkshakes are heavenly too.

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What I also love about Sandersville is that they are all about some football. Fridays are all about Friday night lights, and Saturdays everyone is wearing their game day attire. The next trip to Sandersville will be in two years. Until then I will be dreaming of cheeseburgers and milkshakes from the dairylane.

Awkward Wife of the Year

The hubs and I decided that we were ready to have a child. I randomly approached him one day, and started talking about when he thought would be a good time for us to start trying to get pregnant. We both agreed on April for two very different reasons. His was because it would be January when the child come, and my busy time of the year would be over at work. Mine was Titans football regular season would be over, and Vanderbilt’s men’s basketball SEC play would be starting up, but not until the middle of January. We can see where our priorities were.

We love a good cruise so we decided to take one in April before their “busy” season started. It was tons of fun as usual to get away from the real world, and not hear the negativity that is always present every single day. We also had the best waiter for our dinners who talked to us about what true sacrifice was. He was from the Caribbean, and worked on a cruise ship 8 months out of the year. His wife stayed at home. She was a nurse and took care of their children. Michael made sure to tell us about how life and marriage are supposed to work.

When we got back home Dustin told me that we were pregnant. I told him there was no way, no one gets pregnant on their first try. For a month we went back and forth, and I told him how crazy he was. I will be the first to admit that I LOVE trying to prove Dustin wrong. So when the day came that I was able to take a pregnancy test I went and got one.

It was a Wednesday night. Both of us will never forget how this went down. There are two tests that come in a box. I took the first one, and waited. It was a faint cross. I didn’t believe it so I took the other one. And once again another faint cross appeared. I was in disbelief. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this NEVER happens. I go into the living room were Dustin is sitting on the couch, and I sit next to him. I told him I needed to talk to him – normally when I say these words it is never a good thing. He said OK…. I didn’t exactly say words – I just handed him both tests. He looked at them, and said kinda shocked “You’re pregnant?” My response was not that great, “I guess so”.

Previously I had been thinking about when we did get pregnant how I would tell Dustin. On Pinterest there is all these cute ways to announce to your spouse that you are pregnant, and I wanted to do something similar. But in my stupor I couldn’t think straight, and just ran straight to him. I still didn’t think it was true so the next morning I got another test and took it at work. This time it was the one that says the words pregnant or not pregnant. Well that sealed the deal, in big bold letters it said PREGNANT.

We still get a big laugh about how awkward I was in telling him that we were expecting. When we talk about the baby this conversation almost always comes up. The good news is too that there will be more of these moments that happen in my life. 🙂

I’ll Take Two New Shoulders

After round one of grand mal seizures I was in the hospital for a week. I would like to tell you that it was a great stay, and that it went smooth sailing – but it didn’t. It was a circus to say the least. I will spare the details, and pray that it doesn’t happen to anyone else.

When I got back home the first thing that happened is we had to schedule an appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. The ortho dr. in the hospital didn’t want to touch me when he heard that I had two previous shoulder surgeries a few years earlier due to wear and tear and a good accident prone story. I didn’t get to see my dr. since we called that morning, but they worked me in to see a NP that was told to “give me whatever I asked for”. All I wanted was a different pain killer since the one I was on wasn’t cutting the pain.

Shortly after that first appointment my dr. got all of my scans, and got me an appointment to sit down and talk to him. When I walked back there the first thing he wanted to do was give me a hug, but he didn’t touch me because well I was fragile. We came up with a game plan that day. I would have a total of three shoulder surgeries. We would start with the left one since it had the most damage – a stripped muscle, and a pretty large break. The right one was left to heal on it’s own and then he would go in and get all the scar tissue out. Then it was back to the left shoulder to get the scar tissue out of that one.

I ended up having surgeries in July, September, and November that year. The dates were scheduled around Vanderbilt football games so I wouldn’t miss any home games – I had priorities hah!