I just don’t know how to explain how amazing my daughter is. Yesterday she gave birth to our grandson. I am at a loss for words.
At 5:15 EST my cell phone rang. It was Jackson’s mother. “Hello Grammy listen to this.” She held the phone and I heard Jarrid crying in the background. It was the sweetest sound. Then Samantha got on the phone and told me that he weighted 5 lbs, 3 oz. and is 17 ½ inches long.
After I got off the phone with Samantha, I text everyone on my phone list. Between phone calls, emails and text messaging, Maine to Florida everyone knew about Jarrid.
We will be waiting for more pictures. I got some last night. Need more, want more.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Countdown to Jarrid's Birthday.
Here we go again.....this time the contractions are 8 minutes apart. Samantha is having back pain.
She is not a happy camper.
Not excited this time.
Just in pain.
They are on their way to the hospital.
Next update: When they get the to hospital and see the doctor.
She is not a happy camper.
Not excited this time.
Just in pain.
They are on their way to the hospital.
Next update: When they get the to hospital and see the doctor.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Blonde Moment?!?
As you may know by now, Eric is home. Yeah. I wasn’t excepting him to be home until Tuesday. On Monday, I was at work doing what everyone is excepted to do….work. I happened to catch, out of the corner of my eye, someone moving around near the check-in window. To my surprise it was Eric and he was holding a bouquet of flowers. He had come home on Monday, one day early. I was so happy to see him. I missed him very much. I had the brightest smile on my face; we didn’t even need to have the lights on. Everyone at work watched me as I walked very fast out to the front to get the biggest and bestest hug. Nothing like having an audience watching making oohing and aahing noises. It was the best day of the month.
Lying in bed last night, we were talking about this last trip and how Eric thought it was one of the worst runs he has had. Then I remember about one of our phone conversations about Jell-O.
Eric had gone to Canada to make a delivery to some town I can’t remember the name of. Then he went to pick up a trailer full of gelatin. Gelatin is what makes Jell-O. As I was talking to him, he decides to tell me that he now knows what Jell-O is made of. I said I knew what Jell-O was made of and where it came from. Eric stated that he would never eat Jell-O again. Really? Really. I had told him that Jell-O was made out of gelatin that comes from the hoof of cows. “Oh contraire, monfraire” he says. (Something he says all the time when he “thinks” he is right) It is made out of something else. At this point I am trying to figure out what else gelatin is made out of.
At this point let me explain that Eric is not a cook. I think the only reason he asked me to marry him is so that he will have at least one good meal a day. I know that is not true but it could be.
Eric decided to give me some hints. He started to explain that it was a small, furry woodland animal. I said, “Squirrel?” Nope. I was trying to thing what else it could be. Chipmunk? What other thing in the forest would be considered a small woodland animal? After a few minutes I gave up. What is gelatin made out of? Eric said “porcupine”
WHAT??? No way you got to be kidding. I knew that wasn’t right. He said it was true. Eric went to pull out the bill of lading and started to spell P-O-R-C-I-N-E. Oh My God. You got to be kidding. I am laughing so hard; tears are coming out of my eyes. I am falling off the chair. After catching my breath, I said very sweetly, “Honey, that is pig not porcupine” I actually started to snort like a pig, I was laughing so hard.
He is so cute. Love him to pieces. More phone conversations like this one, would fill pages and pages of blog.
Until next phone conversation.
Lying in bed last night, we were talking about this last trip and how Eric thought it was one of the worst runs he has had. Then I remember about one of our phone conversations about Jell-O.
Eric had gone to Canada to make a delivery to some town I can’t remember the name of. Then he went to pick up a trailer full of gelatin. Gelatin is what makes Jell-O. As I was talking to him, he decides to tell me that he now knows what Jell-O is made of. I said I knew what Jell-O was made of and where it came from. Eric stated that he would never eat Jell-O again. Really? Really. I had told him that Jell-O was made out of gelatin that comes from the hoof of cows. “Oh contraire, monfraire” he says. (Something he says all the time when he “thinks” he is right) It is made out of something else. At this point I am trying to figure out what else gelatin is made out of.
At this point let me explain that Eric is not a cook. I think the only reason he asked me to marry him is so that he will have at least one good meal a day. I know that is not true but it could be.
Eric decided to give me some hints. He started to explain that it was a small, furry woodland animal. I said, “Squirrel?” Nope. I was trying to thing what else it could be. Chipmunk? What other thing in the forest would be considered a small woodland animal? After a few minutes I gave up. What is gelatin made out of? Eric said “porcupine”
WHAT??? No way you got to be kidding. I knew that wasn’t right. He said it was true. Eric went to pull out the bill of lading and started to spell P-O-R-C-I-N-E. Oh My God. You got to be kidding. I am laughing so hard; tears are coming out of my eyes. I am falling off the chair. After catching my breath, I said very sweetly, “Honey, that is pig not porcupine” I actually started to snort like a pig, I was laughing so hard.
He is so cute. Love him to pieces. More phone conversations like this one, would fill pages and pages of blog.
Until next phone conversation.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Countdown to Jarrid Birthday.
Spoke with Samantha this morning and the contractions have totally stopped. I guess this classify's as a false alarm.
Will keep everyone posted.
Will keep everyone posted.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Countdown to Jarrid's birthday?
Well, it looks like things have stalled so to speak. Samantha has gone from every 20 minutes for contraction to every 45 minutes between contraction. I know, I know going the wrong direction and one would think that if Jarrid was lost he would ask for directions. Just like a man not to ask directions when lost.
Woo hoo, I know what he needs......an Edith (GPS) just like Papa Eric's.
Will continue with the updates as I receive them.
Woo hoo, I know what he needs......an Edith (GPS) just like Papa Eric's.
Will continue with the updates as I receive them.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Countdown to Jarrid Birthday
It is now 10:00pm EST. Contractions have slowed down to 30 mintues apart, but the intensity is stronger. Going to be a loooong night for everyone in CA. Will keep posting as soon as I find out anything more. But right now this old woman is going to get some beauty sleep.
Count down to Jarrid's Birthday
Samantha just called me 3:00 EST. Doctor says she is in labor. Contractions 20 minutes a part. Will keep you all updated.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Weight Loss Diary
Dear Diary:
This week hasn't been all that good. Believe it or not, I think that I am not eating enough to lose weight. That's right not eating ENOUGH. I only lost 4 tenths of a pound (digital scale). One would think that eating less would make you lose weight, right? Wrong. If you don't eat enough, your body goes into starvation mode. Which means instead of losing, your body is saying "Danger, Danger Will Robertson." "We need to conserve. To much output, not enought input. We need to save the fat."
At this point I want to scream. That is not how it works. But the body knows. You can't fool it. The only way to lose weight is to keep to a calorie limit (back to slimfast calorie counter), to increase your exercise and drink plenty of water.
Now that my mind knows this, I would do better. Nope not me. But I am continuing to fight the endless battle of losing weight. Counting calories is like playing chess, all about the strategy. What and when to make the next move so that you can get enough to lose weight.
Even trying to think of finding a wedding dress right now is unthinkable. Well ok I do think about it, I might even have gone online and found a few (5) to try on. But I still have a couple of weeks left to lose at least 3 more pounds. Then I know I will be ready. Really ready to seriously start trying on wedding dresses.
That's about all I have for now. Keep the faith diary. I will lose weight, I will lose weight.
This week hasn't been all that good. Believe it or not, I think that I am not eating enough to lose weight. That's right not eating ENOUGH. I only lost 4 tenths of a pound (digital scale). One would think that eating less would make you lose weight, right? Wrong. If you don't eat enough, your body goes into starvation mode. Which means instead of losing, your body is saying "Danger, Danger Will Robertson." "We need to conserve. To much output, not enought input. We need to save the fat."
At this point I want to scream. That is not how it works. But the body knows. You can't fool it. The only way to lose weight is to keep to a calorie limit (back to slimfast calorie counter), to increase your exercise and drink plenty of water.
Now that my mind knows this, I would do better. Nope not me. But I am continuing to fight the endless battle of losing weight. Counting calories is like playing chess, all about the strategy. What and when to make the next move so that you can get enough to lose weight.
Even trying to think of finding a wedding dress right now is unthinkable. Well ok I do think about it, I might even have gone online and found a few (5) to try on. But I still have a couple of weeks left to lose at least 3 more pounds. Then I know I will be ready. Really ready to seriously start trying on wedding dresses.
That's about all I have for now. Keep the faith diary. I will lose weight, I will lose weight.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
The Great Baby Watch '08
Well, it seems that Jarrid wants to arrive a little head of schedule. Late Thursday night I get a call from Samantha telling me that she was in the hospital. When I say late I mean 11:45 pm late. I was in the "sleep daze" when I answer the phone.
" 'ello"
" hi mom I just wanted to let you know that I am in the hospital." At this point you would think that I would wake right up, right? Nope, not me.
"ok" At this point, the conversation gets a little foggy for me so I don't remember all of it but I do remember Sam asking me if I wanted to know what hospital she was in. All I could think of was I had to get out of bed, get paper and a pen to write it down. My body didn't move, I couldn't make a sound.
Samantha said that she would call me on Friday and let me know where she was. Good idea. I think I mumbled good night, I love you and talk to you later.
Yesterday it took every fiber of my being not to call as soon as I got to work. The time difference is really a killer. Finally at 11:00 am EST, I call Jackson parents house. No one answered. They were either still asleep or at the hospital. I called Jackson's work phone and all it did was ring. Great. Just as I was starting to get into the panic mode my phone rings and it was Samantha.
She was home. At 32 weeks , it is too soon to have this baby. They had given her a shot to stop the contractions. Her second one in as many weeks. That must have went over like a ton of bricks. She is deathly afraid of needles. She faints when she has to have blood drawn. On top of all that, she has another bladder infection. She as given antibiotic and was put on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy.
I read her blog today and started to freak out a little bit because she was having contractions again and went to play tea with Katie (Jackson's niece/sister) who is I believe 18 or 19 months. Something like that.
So I called and left a message for Samantha to call me. She called me back. She said that she only had two contractions yesterday and hasn't had any today. She still feels like crap but she is resting. I also told her no more playing tea unless it was on the bed. She kinda agreed.
She is stubborn. I have NO idea where she gets that from. It must be from Eric, yeah thats it, Eric. Blame the guy in the truck. LOL
Anyway, Samantha is fine. Jarrid is fine but he is wanting to see the world. He probably knows that Great Auntie Sheep has become a knitting factory for all things baby and wants to see what he is getting. He is just going to have to wait like the rest of us.
He will be the only baby with a glow-in-the dark blankie.
All the others will be jealous.
" 'ello"
" hi mom I just wanted to let you know that I am in the hospital." At this point you would think that I would wake right up, right? Nope, not me.
"ok" At this point, the conversation gets a little foggy for me so I don't remember all of it but I do remember Sam asking me if I wanted to know what hospital she was in. All I could think of was I had to get out of bed, get paper and a pen to write it down. My body didn't move, I couldn't make a sound.
Samantha said that she would call me on Friday and let me know where she was. Good idea. I think I mumbled good night, I love you and talk to you later.
Yesterday it took every fiber of my being not to call as soon as I got to work. The time difference is really a killer. Finally at 11:00 am EST, I call Jackson parents house. No one answered. They were either still asleep or at the hospital. I called Jackson's work phone and all it did was ring. Great. Just as I was starting to get into the panic mode my phone rings and it was Samantha.
She was home. At 32 weeks , it is too soon to have this baby. They had given her a shot to stop the contractions. Her second one in as many weeks. That must have went over like a ton of bricks. She is deathly afraid of needles. She faints when she has to have blood drawn. On top of all that, she has another bladder infection. She as given antibiotic and was put on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy.
I read her blog today and started to freak out a little bit because she was having contractions again and went to play tea with Katie (Jackson's niece/sister) who is I believe 18 or 19 months. Something like that.
So I called and left a message for Samantha to call me. She called me back. She said that she only had two contractions yesterday and hasn't had any today. She still feels like crap but she is resting. I also told her no more playing tea unless it was on the bed. She kinda agreed.
She is stubborn. I have NO idea where she gets that from. It must be from Eric, yeah thats it, Eric. Blame the guy in the truck. LOL
Anyway, Samantha is fine. Jarrid is fine but he is wanting to see the world. He probably knows that Great Auntie Sheep has become a knitting factory for all things baby and wants to see what he is getting. He is just going to have to wait like the rest of us.
He will be the only baby with a glow-in-the dark blankie.
All the others will be jealous.
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