In the last four months I have
a) given birth
b) to a child with medical problems
c) learned to pump exclusively (still going!)
d)suddenly had to pick up and leave my home of three years due to inlaws next door on drugs
e) and moved into my mother's house.
Now, we've found a new place. We're signing the lease tomorrow, which is great. We've pretty much gotten the hang of this parenting gig. I've come to terms with the medical problems, realizing there could be more on the way. Actually, she's a very healthy, happy baby. We've only had two fevers so far, one after immunizations (we got everything except hep B). The other was just a passing virus, I guess. So far, so good.
Within the next few months, when we'll be good and settled into a routine in our new home, I'm going to try and take on another baby, to bring in some extra income. I have one possibility lined up (won't say too much; the walls have ears!!! lol). So I'm looking forward to that. I can definitely handle it, for Christ's sake I used to handle 13 kids under age 2.5 in daycare with only one other woman. Plus it will be like a brother or sister for Jessica.
I have a surgery coming up Dec. 2 which will hopefully remove all abnormal tissue from my cervix. It's needed to be done for a while; now that I've had a baby, it's time. This operation carries with it the risk of future incompetent cervix (meaning risk of late-term miscarriage). Combining that with the genetic disorder I'm now known to have, it's not likely I'll ever have another baby, at least biologically. I'm open to the idea of someday being a foster mother, if I can get that pesky criminal conviction off my record.
So, I feel better. New baby, new home, new cervix, new life, and soon, new year. Who ever said life would be perfect? It is what you make of it, I think. Here's hoping 2006 will be better.