HAPPY "BIRTHDAY" TRIG

Your birthday should be an awesome day that's full of silly surprises. 

It should be a day of happiness, wacky hats, and weird disguises. 

A 4-year-old's birthday should be totally cool - better than ever before.

You deserve all things fun and even much much more!

If I did it ... If I birthed Trig

(Part 2)

(Click here for Part 1)


If I birthed Trig at 6:30 am, I would not be sending emails or thinking about work at 8:30 am.  I would just want to hold and cuddle my baby. 


If I birthed Trig, a precious DS preemie with a hole in his heart and jaundice I would question the hospital if it was too soon to go home.  Had he met all the criteria needed for such an early discharge.  Was 36 hours enough time to evaluate him?

         

If I birthed Trig, I WOULD NOT go back to work 48 hours later. Family always first!




If I HAD go back to work I would be very uncomfortable for many reasons --recovery is not easy.  Everything is swollen; the embarassing postpartum wobble, the hormones, the "fluids" gushing, you get the idea.  (TMI, I know, sorry.)



        


If I birthed Trig and there were rumors he was my daughters child, I would not announce
her teenage pregnancy as proof to thwart off said rumors. 



If I birthed Trig, I would not schlep this precious boy around like a loaf of French bread, barefoot and half naked out in the cold for any reason – not for money and not for fame, not even for President. 



If I birthed Trig, I would look postpartum.

         


If I birthed Trig April 18, 2008 I would show you bloggers his birth certificate, you betcha !




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Memories of Sarah Palin's Alaska

The Way  We Were

Memories

Light the corners of my mind

Misty watercolor memories

Of the way we were

Scattered pictured

Of the smiles we left behind

Smiles we gave to one another

For the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then

Or has time rewritten every line

If we had the chance to do it all again

Tell me - Would we? Could we?

Memories

May be beautiful and yet

What's too painful to remember

We simply choose to forget

So it's the laughter

We will remember

Whenever we remember...

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