Thursday, September 11, 2014

Happy First Birthday, Zoey.

One year ago today, I was giving birth early to a miracle baby named Zoey. Zoey means "life." That's why we chose it, & it's fit since that day.
She was 4lb 8oz, with lungs full of fluid, and we were told she never would have made it until Friday when Dr. Lewis was going to do the c-section due to no changes in her growth. (That was a scary moment of realization, and I thank God for Dr. Trammell going with her gut on this. Also, because she said my uterus was so incredibly thin, going into labor on my own would have ruptured it for sure, killing both of us. She said it was so thin, it was like a window - you could see right through it, and she said she'll never forget that the rest of her life.) She was in an oxygen tent & on an IV for most of the first 24 hours of her life, and I didn't get to hold her until the next day.The hospital stay was pretty rough, and exhausting in a way I'd never known. Then we finally got to come home with a UV blanket for her jaundice.
Since then, she's experienced a lot. We knew about the hole in her heart since the 20 wk ultrasound during pregnancy, which they told us would close by birth, but then but found at her 6 month old cardiology appt that not only had it still not closed, there were actually two holes. Then, less than 2 weeks later, she was admitted to the hospital for a few days because we couldn't keep her awake. It was a terrifying time. Several tests, xrays, cathether, colonoscopy, bloodwork and other pokes and prods later, they determined it was intussusception - where part of her intestines gets sucked up inside the other part. But, being the trooper she is, she made it through that too and was back to her happy little self in no time. She's still pretty tiny for her age...she's exactly 17 lbs, no ounces. She just held her own bottle and fed herself for the first time four days ago, and still can't eat 'big people' foods, and she definitely doesn't sleep through the night. But to me, she's absolutely perfect and she hasn't let any of that bother her. She's probably the happiest-natured baby I've ever had.


Happy birthday Fattles.  I'm gonna go sob in a corner now. 


Monday, August 25, 2014

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery..."

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery."   That's what they say.

I say, MY ASS.  I say, whoever 'they' are that said that is stupid, and is probably the one doing all the imitating. Because no one who has ever been copied (excuse me, imitated) finds it flattering.
They find it pure fucking irritating. Or at least I DO.

Having someone imitate me - whether it be my fashion sense, my creativeness and the things I make, my hairstyle or color, my work, even my pictures, and sometimes just my personality in general - is annoying. Because every time someone imitates me, I LOSE A PART OF WHAT MAKES ME ORIGINAL.

And that pisses me off.

It's not flattering to me for someone to say "I want to be like you" whether they say it out loud or say with their actions. (Unless I gave birth to you, then by all means, you're pretty much entitled to be like me. Maybe not entitled, more like doomed.) I don't want people to be like me, in any way whatsoever. If I did, I would try to blend in. I try to stand out for a reason. I like being me. Respect that, and be your own person. It's okay to be inspired by someone, but do your own thing.

For the love of God, do your own thing. Stop doing mine. Leave what little bit of 'me' I have left, alone.