Amber and Aaron

Amber and Aaron

The Fun We've Already Had...

  • Graham Tomas born July 31 at 5:04 P.M. weighing 8 lbs, 12 oz.
  • December 2, 2011: PREGNANT!!!
  • Paisley Kate arrived August 21 at 5:38 P.M. weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz
  • DUE DATE: August 25, 2010!!!
  • Dec. 14, 2009- PREGNANT!!!
  • Oct. 07,2009- Had elective D&C.
  • Sept 28, 2009- No embryo on ultrasound. :(
  • Sept 15th, 2009- We found out we're PREGNANT!!!
  • Sept '09- Aaron had varicocele repair.
  • July '09- IUI #1 with HCG shot= No such luck
  • April '09- Ovarian drilling surgery, followed by hospitalization for uterine infection
  • Jan-Mar '09- metformin + 3 rounds of clomid= no ovulation
  • Dec. 11, 2008- Hysterosalpingogram (Fancy word for shooting dye through the ovaries. OUCH)
  • Nov '08- Sent to RE. Tried metformin alone for two months (No ovulation)
  • Oct '08- Diagnosed with PCOS based on amenorrhea and crazy hormone levels.
  • June '08- Aaron convinced me to start trying.
  • June '04- Got Hitched!

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Blogging Failure

The fact that I blog less than I exercise is not a good sign.  I miss you all.  And I'm glad to be where I'm at because the problem is that my cup runneth over.  Life is crazy.  The kids are growing and becoming real people and exploring and I'm still struggling to figure out how to parent a VERY challenging 3-year-old.

Dear Paisley is actually quite a joy to raise.  She is spunky and energetic and funny.  We desperately struggle to stifle our laughter as we discipline her for things that I never expected her to do or say.  She is the center of attention and loves her baby brother like there's no tomorrow.  I've never met a more opinionated and divalicious child though.  She picks every piece of clothing she wears, which toy she brings in the car, exactly what she is willing to eat, how her hair is fixed, which door she uses to get in the car, etc. 

I hear you out there judging me.  I would have to until I gave birth to Whitney Houston Jr.  I'm telling you now, I've tried to hold my ground and refuse to give in.  Guess how that went?  Several hours of crying and fit throwing allowing us to NEVER make it out of the house.  We would literally have to just board up the doors and windows if we decided to make a war out of this crap.  And the house would implode from the fighting.

So, pick your battles.  I make her do what has to be done whether or not she likes it.  But this little firecracker doesn't settle back down once you get her fired up.  It's a snowball effect and you will lose every single time.  Most sentences of hers start with "But why you not _____?" or "But why I not have _______?"  It's quite because it's so grammatically incorrect, but after the 100th time of hearing it in a day, it gets a bit tiring...

Sweet baby Graham, on the other hand, is a doll to parent.  He is exactly the opposite of his sister (which we prayed desperately for).  He is calm, laid-back and easy in every regard.  I adore this boy and how much he snuggles and loves on us.   With that said, he talks a LOT less than his sister did at this point.  He is slower in all developmental milestones, for that matter.  Not that we care.   When he waited until 17 months to walk, the only thing that annoyed me was the questions from family/friends about when he would start walking and when we should get concerned.  Back off, peeps.  This is not a competition.

I work hard all the time to find the balance in my life.  I'm going back to work part-time this month (one day a week to start and we will consider a 2nd day in the future) doing botox and other cosmetic procedures at a local spa.  I'm excited to be doing something other than rectal exams and listening to women talk about depression for an hour.  Sure the family practice gig is "more important", but I'm too tired now to deal with that.  My job is now my time away.  :)

Hope everyone is doing well and I really will make an effort to get my rear in gear and start posting more!

Monday, April 21, 2014

Flying solo

Last month, I went to Chicago for 5 days with two of my PA classmates for a board review course.

Can I just tell you how EASY it was to fly alone?!?  I made it through security in record speed, sat uninterrupted throughout the flight and even read a book (gasp!!!).  

And even though I missed the little people, I thoroughly loved eating with friends and sleeping peacefully and bathroom time alone.  

Aaron and I will be in Costa Rica for 8 days this summer and I worried about how I could leave them for so long but now I know I can.  It's important for me to have time away so I can remember who I am and enjoy doing non-mommy things.  Plus, I'm super excited to spend a week with poor neglected Aaron!!!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Twins are Here

I had several people who read this who asked for more details so for those of you who have no interest in my new breasts, skip this post.  I won't blame you.  

I went in at 8 am and had surgery at 9.  We were in the car driving home by 10:45.  I initially felt some tightness around my chest from the muscles being stretched, but have had no discomfort since coming home.  I took one norco for pain and I'm icing the girls every 2 hours.  I've been lying down because I'm supposed to but I feel like I could easily tolerate mild activity.  

For those who are local, I used Dr. Justin Jones at Waterford plastic surgery.  He came highly recommended as the best in the state for this from a pa friend who works in the field and an anesthesiologist friend who has worked with a lot of plastic surgeons.  I had several consults but chose him because he was very thorough, and had amazing before and after pictures.  

We did silicone gel implants under the muscle so they don't interfere with mammograms and look more natural.  I chose 355 cc to bump me from my current large A to a full C.  They look like my nursing boobs already!  

So, I'm already pleased that I went through with it and I look forward to seeing how they settle over the next few months.  Woo-hoo for a better body and more self confidence in a swimsuit!

Monday, February 24, 2014

Mommy makeover

Well, in two days I will be gaining back some of my awesome nursing curves.  I have decided to have a breast augmentation!  Now, before any of you go to judging me and acting like I'm super self-absorbed, let me explain my reasoning.

I have always been super happy about my appearance and am really low maintenance.  I've never even used an eyelash curler, see a hairdresser about once every two years and buy clothes and purses that are not name brand.  Those things just aren't important to me.

I've always placed a lot of importance on taking care of my body with exercise and decent eating (love Mexican food and cheesecake unfortunately).  I loved my appearance during pregnancy.  Even with 45 extra pounds and swelling in my legs that made them look like elephants, I thought I was pretty.  I loved my curves!

And breastfeeding was even better.  I got to be skinny again and have awesome boobs.  What more could you ask for?  

So I spent four years straight either pregnant or nursing, so I was surprised at the changes in my breast when I weaned Graham.  I knew it wasn't going to be pretty but after nursing a big eater for over 14 months, damage was done.  And I no longer wanted to wear a swimsuit or change with anyone in the room.  Including Aaron.

So, surgery is Wednesday and I'm getting hot again.  Should say hotter because I bet these puppies look way better than before.  

I'll update later in the week on how things went and how I'm keeping my two snuggly people from clinging to my chest!

Thursday, January 30, 2014

ER visit

My kids love to freak me out.  These kids never go to the pediatrician for any reason other than vaccinations.  They aren't ever sick or hurt.  It's pretty amazing.  But we just made our third ambulance trip last night.

First was Paisley's trip in Vegas after having a seizure.  Next was Graham's transfer to the children's hospital from another hospital with meningitis.  Now last night....

Graham was sitting on a cute kid's chair in our living room.  He stood to scoot it behind him and tipped forward, hitting his head on our wood floor.  He stood up immediately but couldn't get a sound out and then passed out.  Aaron yells for my help and hands me an unconscious, non-breathing baby.  He is now stiff and blue and non responsive.  

I tell Aaron to call 911 and thump Graham on the chest a few times.  (It's the beginning of CPR).  I haven't checked for a pulse yet but I know he isn't breathing.  So, after what seemed like 30 minutes but was about 30 seconds- he took a breath.  He remained lethargic for the next 20 minutes but was almost completely normal by the time we got to the hospital.

We avoided a head CT because we did observation and he didn't vomit or have any clear indication to do one so that was a relief.  I sure didn't sleep much though!!!!

Friday, December 13, 2013

Santa Claus

I miss blogging.  It's just that I'm trying to minimalize the busy-ness in my life right now because the holidays always make me overwhelmed.  Like I get a bit crazy.  All the gift-giving, shopping, parties, family, friends, drama, food, etc.  Sounds fun to most people but I just do better with simple.   And that word hasn't described my life since giving birth 3 years ago.  Sooo, I go missing from time to time, but I keep up with everyone else's blogs! 

This was my mom's attempt at a Christmas card with the kids.  It looks like they were decently enjoying it but the truth is both kids were having fits for absolutely no reason.  She used it anyways.

My ornery little stud-muffin playing on the stairs.

Graham having a VERY rare fit.  I had to capture the moment.

Sweet sibling time in pajamas.  Times like this one melt my heart and make me feel good about my decision to have two kids.

Graham was totally not sure about Santa, but Paisley loved him as usual.

Writing her Santa letter.  It's really long, but she says it only asks for a "white doggy".  Great.

This shows her personality in full force.  Love it.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Unique Diva

Paisley's teacher, Ms. Cristi, sent home a picture of her from school today that made my heart so happy.  If you don't know which one she is, that would be the very pink and frilly little movie star in the middle.  No, it isn't picture day.  It isn't Easter or a school program.  That was just the outfit she insisted upon that day.

Raising Paisley is far from easy.  Her day can fall apart if things don't go just right.  You have to put on her left shoe first.  Never cut up her bananas- she likes them whole.  She will get herself in and out of the car without your help thankyouverymuch.  She turns off the lights and TV when we leave.  And heaven forbid you don't zip up her jackets and put the hood on before opening the door.

But what I've learned is with every demand she has, she also is becoming a very strong-willed independent girl who knows what she wants.  She isn't ever afraid to voice her opinion and she stands up for herself.  Those sound like traits she might need down the road...

Yesterday she was having a conversation with my cell phone which concerned me so I looked at it and realized she was talking to Siri.  She would mumble to her and Siri would reply, "I did not understand that." And Paisley would respond, "you didn't?"  Like she just couldn't imagine why this mechanical voice wasn't picking up what she was saying.

She also is very loving and cuddly and thoughtful.  The kid loves to go anywhere and rarely complains if we're in public.  And she's pretty.  Really pretty.  And funnier than I ever imagined a 3-year-old could be.  And she has ensured that our house is full of life and excitement.