Four Came Fast.
The Boy turned 4 last week. He was sick for a few days before his birthday but was ok on his actual day, so we went to Mystic Aquarium as a family, sans The Baby. My favorite:

And We're Back...
We finally got a new computer. I'm in love.More later, when I don't have The Boy trying to type while I do. I'll have photos galore. Perhaps I should space it out a bit...I don't want to burn out. Haha.Anyone still around??

I'm Not Dead...
But my computer is.Until then, I'm hanging with the kids and trying not to go too bat-shit crazy.

Sunday, September 6
So on Saturday night it was decided that I would have a c-section early Sunday morning, no ifs, ands or buts about it. I had to get this kid out. My blood tests were the issue. My liver was getting worse and the doctors decided not to play russian roulette with my son's life.So I woke up Sunday, (starving my ASS off! Everytime they decided to operate, I had to fast...which meant I fasted A LOT) and Hubs came in. We talked, got everything ready. Said a few private words to each other.And off I went. Into surgery. I had a spinal block. Chatted with the nurses...asked "Dr. Steve" (my nickname for the anethesiologist) questions about the surgery

Saturday.
So Friday night into Saturday morning I had contractions every 3-5 minutes. Some I didn't feel, some felt like a big uterus hug, some really f'ing hurt. I couldn't relax. Finally, at 5 am I asked for something to make me sleep. My doctor gave me a very low dose of morphine.Yahoo. It was given to me in my IV, and I swear that I felt it in about 3 seconds. I must have drooled on myself by 10 seconds. Delightful.I slept one hour. ONE HOUR. I woke up having the mother of all contractions, asked for more morphine. I slept another hour.During this time I was also doing a 24-hour pee test. I had to save all of my urine in a jug so that they could test that. I st