Stuff and Junk

When we moved into this house almost nine years ago it was virtually empty – now it’s bursting at the seams! How and why do we acquire so many things?

Some part of the problem is an inability to get rid of things no longer needed…when you don’t have much money, this can be a very frugal way to avoid having to re-purchase things needed at a later date, but there is a point at which that inability becomes unhealthy, and I believe we have reached it.

It took some major fighting, screaming and tears…but I finally got my husband (who I think has hoarding issues) to start letting me get rid of stuff we haven’t used in a long time. I’ve spent the last three months re-arranging the house, throwing things away, selling stuff on eBay, and donating stuff to the needy who can actually get some use out of it. And, when I came home from the hospital, I was shocked/amazed/thrilled to see that hubby had been listing some of his “collectibles” (toys) on eBay as well! He even took a trip to the scrap metal recycling center yesterday and got rid of some golf clubs he’s had for nearly ten years but never used.

We’ve still got some major work to do (like getting rid of a piano I got free that needs too much work – what I was thinking I’ll never know!), but at least we’ve made a start. It will also help that we aren’t going to be having any more kids, so once Kyle outgrows things I can ditch them as long as they don’t have sentimental value.

By the way…does anyone need a birdcage?

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He’s Finally Here!

Kyle has finally arrived!

After what was probably the shortest eight months in my life, my second son has arrived, healthy, beautiful, and laid back – just like his big brother! Too bad I can’t say the same thing for labor this time around.

With my first, my water broke in the early morning, I first started feeling cramping around 2:30pm…with real pain following not too far behind around 5pm, at which time they gave me a pain shot (which, by the way, contains narcotics; and since I haven’t regularly used narcotics since around 1992, they knocked me on my ass). I asked for an epidural around 5:30pm, and after much snoring and useless pushing because I was so drugged up by the aforementioned shot, Connor was born at 9:55pm – an easy labor and delivery by anyone’s standards. This time, my water didn’t break. So I had absolutely no clue how things progress without your water breaking on it’s own…even though I’ve read “What to Expect” twice!

This time, my contractions started on Friday, February 4th around 2:30 in the afternoon, and were around 20 minutes apart (I had been dilated 1 centimeter for a week already by then). I called the hospital, and they told me to come in when they were between 8 and 5 minutes apart, which I did – on Saturday evening- and they sent me home. The contractions were only 30 seconds long, and apparently, they need to be at least one minute long or more consistently.

Walking around Walmart for a couple of hours on Monday helped the most…we went back to the hospital at nearly midnight…but they were going to send me home again! My contractions were long enough and close enough together, but I wasn’t dilating. When the doctor said they didn’t usually induce until you’re a week past your due date I wanted to throw the him out the window!

After an ultrasound and non-stress test on Tuesday morning, they decided to induce me, and started a pitocin drip at 1pm. By 4pm, I was only 3 centimeters dilated, so they broke my water…and suddenly it was as if Kyle was racing the Indy 500 to see how quickly he could get out! (They had to turn off the pitocin drip because things were moving too fast!) Then they started putting in the epidural at 5:20, but at ten to six, I had to call everyone over from getting the room ready because I could feel him moving down…he wasn’t going to wait! He was born at 6:01pm…and my epidural kicked in about ten minutes later, lol.

Even though I missed out on my epidural, if I were to have more children I would definitely opt for the “no shot/yes epidural” method of pain relief in the future…I could tell when my pushes were effective and was so focused on delivering Kyle that no matter how great the pain was (and the doctor had to push my cervix around Kyle’s head because I was only 9 centimeters dilated when he decided he was done waiting), it seemed secondary at the time…more like a distraction than anything.

The result of what seemed like a month of labor – a healthy 6 pound, .02 ounce boy who looks and behaves just like his older brother – happy, laid back and easy to please. I’m not sure what I did to get on God’s good side enough to be blessed with two amazing sons, but I hope I keep doing it!

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