June 11, 1995 ~ Happy Birthday, Darcie

On June 10th, 1995, I began having labor pains, or at least I had thought so. Maybe they were Braxton Hicks? Anyway, my husband (at the time), Rob, and his cousin Devon (who was 14 at the time and loved hanging out with us on her summer break) and I headed from Cardington, Ohio to Mt Vernon, Ohio to Knox Community Hospital. Morrow County Hospital was closer to us, but everyone in my family was born in Mt Vernon, and I wanted my daughter born there as well. Besides, my OB/GYN was located in Mt Vernon.

We arrived around 9:00 pm, and after being examined I was told that the baby hadn’t dropped into position, or turned in the correct direction. I probably still had at least a week to go. They asked me if my back was hurting and I said yes. They informed me that it was normal, so we were sent home. By the time we got home, it was well after midnight. I went to bed and I don’t think I slept a wink. My back was absolutely killing me! And the pain would come and go. It was enough to bring me to my knees, and make me vomit. The heat that summer was horrendous, and I couldn’t seem to cool off at all, in between my bouts of pain. When morning arrived, Rob got up and asked if I was alright. I told him my back was hurting badly, but we remembered that KCH had told us that it was normal. I had no pain in my abdominal area. So he asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital again. No, I didn’t. It seemed pointless just for them to send me home again? No thanks!

Rob and Devon had breakfast, and continued to check on me while I lay writhing in pain, on my bed. Around 2:00 pm, I had enough of sweating and crawled out of my bedroom and into the bathroom across the hall. I just wanted to crawl into the bathtub and pour cold water over my head. Rob found me on the bathroom floor. I hadn’t thought of how difficult it would be to get my pregnant belly over the side of the tub. He was not happy with me. He was mad that I refused to go to the hospital. It wasn’t really that I refused, though. I just kept remembering the KCH nurses telling me that the back pain was normal, and I had at least another week.

Rob finally had enough and called an ambulance. When the paramedics arrived, I was still on the bathroom floor. They took me to Morrow County Hospital around 4:00 pm. I remember the nurses scrambling around, telling me that had I waited another five minutes, my baby would’ve been born at home. I didn’t understand. I wasn’t in labor! My back hurt! I also remember hearing the nurses talking to each other, wondering who was going to deliver the baby since the “new” doctor had only just arrived to the area, and hadn’t officially started yet. Eventually, a man in jeans and a t-shirt arrived and asked the nurses where he could “scrub up”. I looked at Rob and said, “Dear God, they found somebody off the street!” The nurses and the man laughed at me, and explained that he was the new doctor, but hadn’t yet begun. His name was Dr. Louis Ling.

Darcie was born at 4:49 pm. Labor and delivery truly is terrifying if you hadn’t done it before, but I urge any OB/GYN to PLEASE PLEASE explain to your pregnant patients what BACK LABOR is! I’d never heard this term and had no idea what was going on.

I had a beautiful baby girl with a head full of dark hair. And today, twenty-two years later, we celebrate that day with…..

birthday girl

……a trip down the river in canoes!!

I love you, Darcie. You were worth every minute of pain I had that day, and I thank God for you every single day!

 

 

Family Vacations

Over the years, I haven’t always worked. I was a stay-at-home mother with Nichole for many years. Therefore, vacations were never something we took very often. Usually, vacations consisted of going south to Mississippi to visit my mother. I did manage to get my kids to Niagara Falls once though. Most of our time we spend together is more local, such as the trips to the zoo or going canoeing.

When I took the kids to Niagara Falls, Nichole was four years old, Cassie was seven, Robbie was nine, and Darcie was twelve. They really weren’t impressed at all. I was. The falls were beautiful. But I suppose I understand that a bunch of water isn’t all that interesting to kids. You can really tell looking at their faces how much they truly didn’t care. A decade later, it kind of makes me laugh….

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

I’ve managed to get them to Mississippi quite a few times over the years. As I gather more of my pictures later and scan them into my computer, I will add them here. For now, here are pictures from:

2015

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

2017

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

 

Down the Creek WITH a Paddle

One of the things I started doing a few years ago for my children’s birthdays is little day trips. This year, Cassie chose for us to go to the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium. Last year, 13260092_10153544884450925_6774664386418963996_nfor Darcie’s birthday, we decided to go canoeing down the Mohican River here in Ohio. I hadn’t been canoeing in 18 years, 13342987_10153536830070925_5498415774584568104_nso I was particularly excited to go. My kids had never gone before so I knew they’d have a blast. She’s wanting to do it again this year, so this Sunday, we’ll be canoeing once again. Pray for me, as I’ve divorced my canoeing partner, so I guess I’ll have to paddle myself this year.

13406917_10153536743115925_7018479267310073463_nLast year, we took along Darcie’s boyfriend, Jason. He’ll be attending again this year. This year, Cassie’s boyfriend, Ryan, will also be attending. Robbie will not be attending, due to recent life changes he’s made. Nichole doesn’t want to attend either, but her beef is merely because of the water. Asperger’s children tend to migrate 13419181_10153536787765925_5278684630110918410_naway from certain textures that make them uncomfortable. Water is a hot button for Nickie, especially since our canoe tipped last year and she and I both went under water (which was a little more than knee high at that time).
Hopefully, this trip will be even more fun than last year.

13418983_10153536860845925_2665510599251869459_n

Friends are Family

Darcie and Cassie have had a handful of friends over the years that had practically moved into our house. One actually did for a short while. I loved a lot of their friends like my own kids, and occasionally I miss seeing their faces. Try to enjoy your children’s friends. Family is family, but friends are random people you meet and adopt into your life. How long they stay in your life is entirely up to you. It’s amazing to think that your children can make friends at such a young age, and manage to keep those friends for years.

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

At last, the Nickie-isms….

Remember when I told you about Nichole’s mind? Well, she’s never had a filter. You know what a filter is, right? Filters out the bad, let’s the good flow on through. Some people refer to it as those little shoulder angels/devils. Other people call it your conscience. Anyway, Nickie doesn’t have one. If a thought pops into her head, it pops right out of her mouth! Example: One day, when I took her to Nationwide Children’s Hospital for her annual MRI, we were sitting in the waiting room. Now, I’ve always taught my children to be color-blind when it comes to racial differences. Nickie, however, doesn’t see racial differences as a bad thing, but more as a most fascinating thing. She’s never even called African-Americans “black” because Nichole is very literal. What she sees is exactly what they are. So, when we were sitting in a very crowded waiting room with many, many African-American families, I could’ve dropped into a puddle on the carpet when she looked around and stated very loudly, “Mom, there are an awful lot of brown people here today!”

Thank the Lord she amused the other families. But–for years, she referred to Amish people as “the Classics” as well. We live in Ohio and see an awful  lot of Amish and Mennonites when we go out and about. I can’t explain her train of thought there, sorry.

1930849_56506135924_6333_n

So, over the years, when these little unfiltered thoughts popped into her head, I tried to keep a log of them. I will share them below. And just so you know all the players, “Eric” is my 2nd ex-husband. “Aubrey”, “Warren”, and “Nate” are his children.

 

(Darcie) Nickie left red toothpaste all over the sink! (Nickie) You forgot the blue toothpaste. I left a lot of that too!

(Eric) Nickie, you need to hurry up and eat so you can get dressed! (Nickie) Um, Eric…slow and steady wins the race.

(Nickie) You are kind of cute, Eric, but I don’t love you. You make me eat vegetables!

(Nickie) I have a rabid friend named Jesus. (Me) I thought his name was Rayman.

(Me) Why are you sleeping in the spare bed? It has no sheets or blanket! (Nickie) My bed isn’t as comfortable!

(Nickie playing LPS video game) I got a dalmation. (Darcie) gonna name him spot? (Nickie) No, I’m gonna name him Harold.

(Nickie still playing LPS video game) Isn’t he cute? He’s a lot like Weinie, except he doesn’t ween.

(Nickie) “Nickie” is dumb, I’m Nichole. (Me) How about Nick Jr (Nickie) No (Me) Nickelodeon? (Nickie) How about Fox 28 ? (Me) I like it!

(Nickie) Eric, why don’t you practice going away?

(Eric) What did you learn from watching The Santa Clause (Nickie) To Ignore a “Clatter”!

(Nickie) Christmas is all about being with your family and giving. Its also all about bribing.

(Nickie) Ohhh I get it! The drinks are to make the pee and the food is to make the poop!(uh…wow)

(Nickie) I need your help with this game (Cassie) maybe later! (Nickie) Then I will wait for your reply!

(Nickie – to a little boy) Are you a little boy? (boy) I’m not little. I’m 5! (Nickie) So you’re a lot of boy?

(Nickie) Rides at the fair don’t cost money! They just check to see how tall you are!

(Nickie) I’m going to hide in the bathroom so you can’t see what I’m doing. So you should probably just not open the door.

(Nickie) I’m not your best daughter anymore. I’m mad at you. Don’t talk to me.

(Nickie) I need some cereal so I’m not mad at you anymore. If you would move the bowls so I could reach them, I could just stay mad!

(Nickie) Can I still play my gameboy? (me) No, you’re grounded from video games (Nickie) Gameboys aren’t video games. They don’t live on the tv!

(Cassie) I’m full, may I be excused? (Me) No, u have to eat your veggies! (Nickie) I’m fat now, Mom….can I be excused?

(Nickie – trying to crack a password on LPS wii) “I’ll figure it out…” (then types E-n-t-e-r P-a-s….)”

(Me) whatcha singing? (Nickie) just to myself (Me) how can i sing along then? (Nickie) you can’t, mom, it’s single-player, not multi-player

(Nickie) I had a butt situation but I just had to poop. (me) oh ok (Nickie) I kinda feel like I gotta pee now though, but maybe later.

(Nickie) Mom, can I stay up until 9:30? (Me) Sure (Nickie) Really? Awesome! (Me): Nick, it’s after 10, Go to bed! (Nickie): Hey! You cheated

(Nickie) Does everyone have white marker thoughts? Like on tv, when they’re thinking of something and you see a drawing above their head.

(Nickie) Mom, when I was a baby and lived in your belly it was a lot like watching tv with no picture. I couldn’t see a thing! (sometimes shes scary)

Nichole

Nickie-ism of the Day: (brushing Nichole’s hair) “Ouch! Please brush gently henceforth!”

The rest of them I saved when they popped up on Timehop, so I’ll just share them as photos:

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Crayola Cassandra

Cassie has had an obsession with changing her hair color since she was fourteen. I 12743757_10153301191265925_4847350035300130287_nhaven’t seen a hair color yet that didn’t look good on her. So I’m going to post pictures and let you all vote on which one looks best on her. Comment below and let me know!

17352485_691608064333756_3385900050965100393_nCassie is currently between her first and second year in cosmetology class at the local vocational school (KCCC). She’ll be starting her senior year in the fall. I’m incredibly proud of her, and hope she goes on to college after graduation. She’s quite intelligent, and has been blessed with the ability to breeze through school without cracking many books. She’s an intellectual sponge.