Happy Birthday

Bismillah...

I have so many drafts, and now they are all out dated, might as well delete them. It's hard keeping up with anything when the baby is not as into as I am. Right now I am fending him off with SpongeBob and Cheerios. He has entered the whining stage, which is like nails on a chalkboard. anyway, my baby turned one while we were in Arkansas with my family during our evacuation. he got spoiled plenty by his mam-ma and pap-pa and Uncle Goober, hahaha... Goober.

We have lights, got those back about a week after the storm. (My husband had come back to go back to work.) the water is a bit brown, I am trying to run it thru the Brita pitcher a few times to see if that helps.

We drove back to Housotn last night in the dark so I didn't see much. Saw a few trees with the tops twisted off, probably by tornados, and lots of billboard signs blown down. Some areas are still in the dark and we saw plenty of cherry pickers and electric trucks. In fact I saw several convoys of these trucks trekking thru Arkansas over the past few weeks, from Indiana, Michigan, Kentucky, all heading south.

Today is my birthday. Not that I really care, but now I understand birthdays really shouldn't be about the actual birthday person, it should be about their mama. Last week I kept thinking, "What was I doing a year ago at this time?" Sitting in the waiting room of the ultrasound center for a simple appointment, no plans of having a baby that day; the girl in my doctor's office running from the room after she checked my blood pressure and not even taking the cuff off; being rolled unexpectedly over to the hospital in a wheelchair because my blood pressure was dangerously high, my nose had started bleeding, too; finding out I had toxemia and was going to be having an emergency C-Section "in about two hours"; realizing we should have packed that bag weeks ago, should have kept the cameras in the car at all times, we had NOTHING with us; finally getting to see this little baby, but only for a few minutes because he has to go to the NICU for a few hours; after several weeks of being an insulin dependent diabetic I finally got to eat chocolate cake again, and I ordered it for every meal for the four days I was in the hospital; bringing my baby home for the first time and having no idea what to do; crying a lot, baby crying a lot.

Alhumdulillah, one whole year has passed...