6.11.2018 ~ Darcie Turns 23!

Next on our summer checklist…..

  • Moving
  • New School for Nichole
  • Cassie’s 18th Birthday
  • Cassie’s Graduation
  • Darcie’s 23rd Birthday
  • Nichole’s 15th Birthday
  • Robbie’s 20th Birthday
  • Nichole starts HIGH SCHOOL!
  • Cassie starts COLLEGE!

 

Darcie is officially 23 years old! Per her request, we went canoeing again this year. We had a lot of fun, until I fell out of the canoe. Lost a few towels and my ex husband lost his glasses (whoops!), and my cell phone is trashed now. Otherwise, a good time was had by all! If you’ve never been canoeing, I highly suggest it. It’s a drunken good time, and judging by the numerous times we floated through a cloud of smoke, plenty of people take weed on their journeys as well! Admittedly, it was a great way to deal with 95 degree temperatures. We took the 4 hour trip, and each canoe cost us $50.

I highly recommend the Loudenville Canoe Livery, in Loudenville, Ohio.

Anyway, I’d like to wish my oldest daughter a wonderful birthday, and a fantastic coming year! Love ya!

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Cassandra Chayne Stewart ~ Adulthood

  • Moving
  • New School for Nichole
  • Cassie’s 18th Birthday
  • Cassie’s Graduation
  • Darcie’s 23rd Birthday
  • Nichole’s 15th Birthday
  • Robbie’s 20th Birthday
  • Nichole starts HIGH SCHOOL!
  • Cassie starts COLLEGE!

 

Miss Cassandra has officially passed her 18th birthday. We’re getting down to just days 32191157_10155301682615925_6073332323481288704_nbefore she graduates. This thing called parenting really does hurt your heart sometimes. I can’t believe she’s

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graduating high school and becoming a productive member of society. She passed her state boards for cosmetology. She won a Kiwanis award for being an outstanding student in cosmetology. She has already gotten her first and second tattoo! She’s 32788805_10155318096800925_2392529382120882176_njumping into adulthood as fast as she can, and I can’t seem to hold her back. It sucks.

She’s also gotten another set of senior pictures done. I’ll post those separate.

So join me in my parental distress over losing another kiddo to adulthood….32894691_10155318099300925_9105878559318081536_n32923343_10155318099385925_4102857433234276352_n.png

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I want to wish my ex-husband, Rob, a happy 46th birthday. We’ve been divorced for 14 years, but I still consider him one of my best friends. He’s a good dad, a good man, and a good friend and I wish him all the happiness in the world.

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8.10.1998 ~ the Fourth

Labor and delivery for my second baby was easier than the first, for the most part. I remember at one point my labor just slowed to a stop. The doctors finally came in and told me that I had two choices. I could stay at the hospital and they could break my water, which would kick start labor back into gear. Or I could go home and wait for labor to restart on my own. This choice was given to me at about 8am.

Rob and I discussed the options and decided that since we were already there, and we already had Darcie firmly with a babysitter, we might as well just stay put. So, the doctor broke my water at 8:45am on August 10, 1998.

That definitely worked. Labor returned with a vengeance. My son was born at 9:17am….32 minutes after they broke my water. My sweet baby boy was the only child I had that was born in the morning. Gorgeous baby boy. Robert Scott Stewart IV.

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Nineteen years later, my son isn’t nearly what I expected when I dreamed of what he’d be like as a grown up. But who is?

Happy Birthday, Robbie!

July 2, 2003 ~ Enter Miss Nichole

Nichole was the fourth baby. I was in the middle of a divorce when she was born, and I was semi-dating a guy who was more of a friend to me than anything. When I went into labor and got to the hospital, I was pretty determined to do the entire thing by myself. (What’s that saying about making plans and God laughing?)

I’m the first to admit that I’m a big baby when it comes to pain. When I was in the delivery room, in labor, I was emotional and terrified so eventually asked David to join me and hold my hand, when he happily did.

One of the nurses, an RN named Whitney, just happened to have gone to high school with me, so I was semi-embarrassed (not quite the reunion you want being in stirrups and pushing life out of your vagina) and semi-grateful because she was one of those sweet natured girls in high school and truly a wonderful nurse. The doctor, on the other hand, was ridiculous. At one point, he came in asking me if I was ready to push. I wasn’t. So he got angry and left. I never saw him again until after Nichole was born. (What a douche-bag!) I was having my fourth child. I think that entitles me to the experience of knowing when I’m ready to push and when I’m not.

When Nichole entered the world, Whitney delivered her with the assistance of two other nurses in the room. Frankly, I was pretty glad the douche-bag doctor hadn’t returned if he was going to have an attitude like that. Do you really want to anger a woman in labor? You’re likely to get kicked in the jaw!

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Nichole was such a sweet little baby girl, but she did need some assistance breathing when she was born. They kept her in her incubator for 24 hours, using the oxygen hood bili-blanket-use(see photo). She was allowed to go home the following day. She came home with a bilirubin blanket (see photo), as she was also somewhat jaundiced. She had birthmarks all over her sweet face, when she was born. One on each eye lid, one above her nose, one above each ear, one on the crown of her head and one on the back of her neck. Poor baby looked like she’d been in a bar fight.

About a week or two after she was born, the doctors found her hydrocephalus, which I’ve previously posted about, feel free to search my posts for that story.