Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Bigger and better.. hopefully smaller and amazing

Evan is off to kindergarten. Its going amazingly well. He's so thrilled and eager to learn. I think honestly he loves the responsibility. Lets see how that changes. We all know it will.

Cameron is amazing. The formula change has been a godsend. He is sleeping from about 9pm to 4:30am. Its considered all night since his daddy gets up at that time. He's probably around 15lbs now. He goes to the doctor in Sept. So well see!

Chris and I have started running. I wanted to see if I could do a lap and dammit I did!! I ran .30mi in 3 min. I'm proud. I'm over being bigger and I have to just change my lifestyle. I'm going to own that lap and build my endurance. I will do this. Once I start to work I will incorporate the bowflex.

And in watching Phineas and Ferb today.. I heard this song!

We're leaving our work, we're closing our laptops, and responding to the cry
We gotta make sure the baby's fed and, more importantly, they're dry
We're professional nose-wipers
And know every brand of diaper
But you have to pay the piper
Don't you ever call us gripers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We are the Moms and we can't resist the calling
We are the Moms and we hear a baby bawling
We are the Moms and everything you've heard is all quite true
'Cause moms will always come through
Moms will always come through

Ooh, yeah
We are the Moms who get you into your pajamas
We are the Moms and we could do without the drama
We are the Moms and we'll always do what mamas do
'Cause moms will always come through (X5)

Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Night Before Life Goes On

I don't really have much to say. I have a lot on my mind and surprisingly kindergarten isn't a stressor!!!
I love this kid. He is going to do amazing, I have no doubts. I look forward to all the firsts with kindergarten. I can't wait until he gets home and has stories.

It reminds me, of My Wish for my boys...

I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

But more than anything, more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more than you take.

But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,
Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more than you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

This is my wish
I hope you know somebody loves you
May all your dreams stay big

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Evan's Hero




One's father.

My father told me when I was young that he had a book. A book they only gave to dads. It was claimed to hold all his worldly wisdom. Many times I would ask him something and not being pleased with the answers he would always refer to the book. The Book. I never found this book. I was gullible enough to comb the massive bookshelves looking for an untitled book that held the daddy secrets. I don't remember when I gave up on this book. In my heart I don't think I did. I think back in the compartment that holds onto your childhood still believes its there.

I keep this magic in my heart and use it on Evan.

He has a hero. From unexpected places.

In 2008 I met Christopher. He was the hot landscaper that moved in next door. It was love at first sight. Still is. Could I have possibly found a man who loved me AND my one year old? Could I have found someone who I felt me with? Why yes, yes I did. This man wrapped his heart around me. Not only me, Evan. Those of you who have been there before know what it does to watch someone love something that you do so completely. Not necessarily a child but a hobby, the same kind of music or even food. Its an awesome feeling to share a passionate connection. Christopher possesses a passion, sensativity and an understanding that most men lack. We call it good raising. You know, door opening, listening to you rant, brushing your hair and bringing you flowers for no reason.
When it came to Evan Michael, love knows no bounds. Christopher and I were casually dating, not quite committed but not apart. He had stepped into Evans life with a flourish. When he bought his house he invited Evan to spend the night, in his own crib. He bought toys for when he came over, and he made all his favorite foods. As things got more serious we decided that living at his house on the weekends and his at ours during the week was pointless. We decided to combine households. Ev had his Chris.
We had holidays and birthdays and Auburn Football. We had an awesome thing going. I looked at him and watched the love. I looked at Evan and watched the adoration and love for this man. It makes you fall even more for someone. It was awesome.
In 2010 we started talking the M word. After 2.5 years we had some decisions to make. Evan. If something happened to our marriage how would we share Evan? Could we set up custody?

Let me pause right here and say, there was/is no paternal involvement.

We agreed that no matter what, I would NEVER take Evan away from him. EVER.

So we did it. We got married. Evan will tell you that he got married. To his dad.
The dad thing started in about 2010. It slowly stopped being Chris and became Dad. We didn't stop, nor encourage. Evan made that choice. I remember the look in Chris's eyes when we finally talked about it. No objections there.

In October 2011 we got pregnant with Cameron. In March of 2012 we started something. Something that no one but our families knew about. Without their love and support and acceptance, it could not have been done.

In May we registered Evan for kindergarten. We couldn't use Morris, nor could Christopher fill out the "dad" portion of the paperwork. Watching that was painful. We had a trump card. We would return.

On June 26, Evan became a big brother. He welcomed Cameron into the family with open arms. He loves him wholeheartedly.

On June 28, Christopher became a dad. Again.

On June 28, at eleven oh one AM, Christopher sat before the circuit judge and received signed documentation that Evan was legally his.

My fabulous husband became a dad, twice in one week. Cameron was his creation but Evan was his dream. Evan is his dream. In every way possible now. Both his boys hold his name. Both his boys are legally entitled to him. There is no difference in either of them, except DNA make up.

Evan is his.

Two days prior I got to see the look on my husbands face as we welcomed Cameron in the world. Its a feeling I will never forget. I will also never forget the sound of relief and happiness in his voice when he called me in the hospital to tell me it was done.

A plus?? My dad got to be there with him and witness him being told Evan was legally his. That is pretty awesome.

A couple days ago Evan was helping me do laundry and he handed me a hanger and smiled. I told him that he was me hero and thank you for the help.

That little boy turned to me and said, "my daddy is my hero."

No truer words have ever been spoken.

The definition of "DAD" has multiple meanings in our house. The simplicity of ones father can't possibly cover the multitude of meanings that we hold dear here. We still haven't reached the end of the definition, I hope we never will.

Congratulations Christopher James Morris and Evan Michael Morris!

Raising our boy..

When Evan was about 11 months old we decided it was time for "school". We called a daycare that we have known for a long time. I grew up with the owners girls and mom was friends with the director. Never in a million years did I imagine that these wonderful ladies would not take care of my child, but they would raise him. They spent days molding, teaching and guiding my sweet boy into the amazing little guy he is today. They never hesitated to scold or correct and make sure he was the best he could be. We always allocated extra time in the morning because they were our family. They care about us, not just Evan. It is always a wonderful feeling to walk into a hug and kisses.
I could not have asked for anyone better to step in and help raise our little boy. They have amazingly generous hearts and care so much.

I can't wait until I get to walk through that door with Cameron. There is no one else we trust.

Thank you Pam, Dianne, Dodie and Kellie!!!!

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Oh the places you'll go!

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go..." -Dr. Suess

I never thought I'd be a mom. Well, ha ha, I never thought I would want to be a mom. Then this tiny pipsqueak came into my life. I tried to explain to my husband how to care for Cameron, our second boy, and the only thing I could come up with was, "It just happens!". The pure natural mom instinct kicked in. I remember the NICU doctor asking me if I could take care of him.

I turned to the man and said, "Do I have a choice?"

Evan spent his first year growing. I mean GROWING! I think he was determined to not be called a Preemie. I personally have not used that term. He has no ill effects of showing early. I consider us very lucky in that fact, things could have gone south very quickly.

At a young age Evan, like many or all boys, became obsessed with things with wheels. He was completely lucky that his Bapa or Bop had that covered. My dad had acreage in Tennessee, 4 wheelers, tractors and belonged to a rock crawling club. As soon as he could hold his head up he was in the Jeep riding through homemade trails in the pasture. As soon as he had enough core strength he was riding on a John Deere tractor during hay season. It was a little boys dream. He has become a psuedo member of RCRC and rides most Jeep rides in his awesome go cart seat.

Since he was born the boy was always going places. It just had to have wheels and a motor!!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Countdown to kindergarten ..

Just short of 5 and a half years to the day, my 2nd true love will enter the unknown. He will walk into a place where the world will be in his hands. He will have everything he needs to climb to the top of any "mountain" he desires.
I will have the normal anxieties as any momma but the biggest thing to remember is this is fun, awesome and exciting.

So, for the next week leading up to the "First day story" I'm going to blog some Evan stories. I hope you enjoy!

On February 21, 2007 due to deathly high blood pressure, Evan Michael was brought into my world. Weighing 4 pounds and 13 ounces and 18 inches long, he was 5 weeks premature. My little boy, who I finally held 24 hours after birth, was perfect. Tiny, but perfect. After 9 days in the NICU he was allowed home. I hugged and held and loved this little boy so fiercely that nothing else mattered.
But something else did matter. Not known to a young man living in Auburn, Alabama, did he know that he was going to become a hero, become the secret keeper, become the warm chest on a cold day and become whole.
Evan Michael brought a whole new world to his birth. He brought love and life and a complete total love me and my family, and in due time, with a whole other family that he now belongs.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Signs I Should Pay Attention To

I think the good Lord told me, "Megan, at 27, your body is done having babies!"

Why do I think this???

In early April I started physical therapy for severe hip pain. Three days a week at work and two at therapy. Their solution was give birth.
Miraculously they were right!!!

End of May I was put on bedrest. Due to blood pressure that I honestly believe was due to hip pain and still working a physical job 3x a week.

Mid June my blood pressure kept a steady low high. *sigh*

Delivered a week early. I was a good girl on bedrest.

In hospital had severe reaction to dilauded. That stinks because its the good stuff. Finally got pain control the last day.

Saturday the 30th, my Bells Palsy started.
By the 2nd I was numb on my right side. No muscle movement and no taste. I'm STILL numb.

Cameron stopped gaining weight and was sent for ultrasound for Pyloric Stenosis. Negative. Its reflux.

Today I was diagnosed with De Quervains. Its a form of tendonitis that pretty much causes you pain when you use your thumbs. I received a cortisone shot in my right wrist today and I will have surgery tomorrow.

Do we think that's enough signs? Even if you don't believe them, aren't those enough signs???????
I have been blessed to have the extremes in my two boys.
Evan is my tender heart. He was born 5 weeks early at 4lbs 13oz and 18 inches long. He never looked back. He was my quiet baby.
Cameron is my spit fire. He was 9lbs 5oz and 21 inches long. He came out screaming mad. He's been my opinionated critter that keeps us on our toes. I knew when he was trying to hold his head up on day 1 that he was my curious and active baby.

With Evan Michael, I was close to losing my life with him. I like to think my high BP was just pouring my heart into him. I think Cameron Alexander has taken my ailments as a challenge to drive ahead full force!

I love my babies, my husband and my family. I still think I may need to watch the signs.

And for those of you wanting a girl from us, good luck! !!!!

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Cameron Alexander!

On June 26, 2012 our newest guy was brought into this world. He was greeted by laughing and joking and of course tears!
I was scheduled for the 29th but due to my "blood pressure" she moved it up! I was miserable and hurting so bad. This was a blessing in disguise.
Christopher and I, well I, was up at 3am. I couldn't sleep so I woke him up. We headed off to the hospital at 5:30 as I was scheduled for 8:30.
We got called back by our awesome nurse Jordan. She really was awesome and made us feel comfortable and at home. She took us to triage at start my fluid and get all the details. As she hooked me up to the fetal monitor she said are you having contractions? No. She said that I was.. great, maybe we could have gotten this over with sooner!
My doctor stopped by and asked Jordan if she could move mine up. Alas, no they couldn't.
After getting my bag and a half of fluid we had to wait, as someone needed the vacuum. My parents and Christopher's parents took turns visiting. I met the anesthesiologist and dad and Chris made jokes about numbing my mouth. Evan was distraught. Finally they came in and sent me onto the operating room. Late, mind you. Jordan sat Chris in his chair and told him she would be back for him in 15 minutes.
When I got in, I was blessed to know the nurse in the operating room. Lindsey and Jordan were a blast, we were talking and laughing. Why? Because they lost the anesthesiologist. Seriously. They couldn't find him. I was asking questions and looking around. I found out they grounded me to the cauterizing machine. That look on my face made Lindsey bust out laughing. I hear them calling the anesthesiologist, as I'm sitting with my bare butt facing the open door. Oh yeah! They kept calling in passing nurses to show them my beautiful toes. Christopher had painted them like american flags. He was a hero!

I find out that Jordan went out and told my husband that they were running behind and she would be back to get him. He panicked. He knew the 15 minutes was past and worried that something was wrong. He wasn't told I was mooning everyone waitng for my spinal.
Finally they found him, chatting at the nurses desk. After quite a while he finally got my numbness to where it was supposed to be. They brought Chris in as my doctor (standing on a stool) had already started. The whole time everyone was chatting and talking. I was very proud of myself for staying calm and relaxed. I kept telling Lindsey I ordered a boy! Chris was a little more quiet but that's understandable. All at once I felt Lindsey laying across my abdomen and the anesthesia guy push down and then relief! I heard him cry once and I started crying. Lindsey laughed and said its a boy! Chris took off to take pictures. Cameron screamed and screamed and screamed. You could tell it was an angry scream. Loud and mad. They put him on the scale and the nurse said 9.5. WHAT!?!!?!?!?!?!?!  Are you serious!? Evan was early and 4.13 but I wasn't prepared for 9+ lbs. I was shocked. Christopher also. We all laughed. I said that at least I would get sympathy for the hurting and pain I had because he was huge. As he and Christopher left you could still hear Cam screaming bloody murder!
It took them 30+ minutes to finish sewing me up. All the while my doctor and nurses were gossiping and laughing. If at all possible, it was enjoyable.

Cameron Alexander Morris was born at 9:20am weighing 9.5oz, 21 inches long. Apgars were 9/9.

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

While on bedrest, let me "teach" some hospital etiquette!

I see all kinds of things working as a tech. There was a Guy who had spoonfulls of potato salad in his suitcase or the one who had 800 bouquets of roses in her room. They come in all shapes and sizes. Literally. One thing, or many, get on my nerves and this post is to explain the proper way to not only be a visitor, family member but also a patient.

1. This is NOT a hotel. There is no reason to pack 3 massive suitcases for a 2 night 3 day stay. You don't need 45 pairs of matching satin PJ's for a joint replacement surgery. Pack some loose pants and loose t shirts. Sleep in a hospital gown, make us do laundry you wont meet your next husband in therapy. ;)
2. Do NOT request a razor for your husband who isn't a patient... really?!?! The supplies are there for you. If he comes to visit you just bring his stuff.
3. Linked with #2, our snack room is not a meal replacement for said husband and 20 guests. Its for the recovering patients. And as a courtesy snack for family's. Not meals.
4. When having your vitals done, the number 120/80 has not shown up on my BP machine in 6 months.. I laughingly told one family if it ever does I will buy the person lunch.. BP is affected by meds, stress and overall surgery. In no way will it be that number. Please don't panic we have your best interest at heart and will let you know if it is a problem.
5. Please as a family member take the time to know the floor, maybe where the towels are, where ice is and snacks.. we try our BEST to get to you in time but sometimes taking care of 40 people, we can't get u a washcloth at the drop of a hat.

I have recently had a discussion with Christopher about #5. As a tech I sure as hell will not be bothering those busy people with petty things that maybe he or my family could grab while the staff works on someone in need.

6. Please pack writing utensils. PLEASE!!!! nuff said.
7. This is not the Ritz, I am obligated 3 times a shift to check your vitals, even if I have to wake you up. I'm sorry I know it's a pain but I HAVE to do this.
8. Your nurses and assistants don't cook. I'm sorry. Food management is handled by hospitality. I can't go fry you 2 eggs over easy with whole wheat toast and organic grape jam.
9. As nasty and as mean as it may sound you aren't the first person to ever have surgery.. grab a Snickers...
10. Please don't forget your manners.. I love my job, I love my patients.. but please and thank you go a long way to a 12 hr day..

I can think of a million more things like please don't let the room phone ring 20 times. The person just had surgery they need the R&R. I promise you I know what I am doing and I'm pretty good at it.
I love getting to know new people and letting them heal and get back to normal, but sometimes, potato salad in the suitcase is just the way it goes...

Sunday, January 29, 2012

It's a... a... A...?!?!?

Baby. Yes we are having a baby. Lets start with a back story so everyone can understand.

When I was pregnant with Evan, my dad did not want to know what "brand" he was. I decided nope, I will NOT find out. When I hopped on the table the tech said, "Do you want to know what....?" She stuck the wand to my belly. "The sex is?" There it was. Loud and proud. Evan Michael's manhood in blurry black and white. I guess that was a yes. Well, momma is not the best secret keeper and lord knows I try, but we had to tell dad.

Once we announced we were pregnant with numero dos we made the decision not to tell anyone. Christopher and I would find out and keep it quiet. We want to surprise my dad. So all the begging in the world will not have us tell you. : )

Friday we went to the doctor for my 17 week check up. It was your basic pee in a cup, bp, and yadda yadda. The tech was kind of a Bee-yatch. Who expects a pregnant lady to stand still to balance for 5 seconds to get your weight. We have to try to pee in a cup! Reaching around the big belly to PEE IN A CUP. Hahaha! Name me one pregnant woman that has not had a cup episode! A lot of you have probably had them, or at least, heard them. Turns out I have lost 3 lbs since I became pregnant. My doctor said it was totally fine since i started a job where I get more exercise than normal pregnant ladies. She said as long as I was eating fine, feeling fine and not being sick, the weight loss was just ducky. My blood pressure was great, 113/70. As far as the Toxemia I developed with Evan my doctor said that my chance of having it again is WAY less since I have already had it, but it is still a higher chance than a normal pregnancy. Great news thus far.

I had made a joke/question to the tech wondering if I could get a peek and see if we could see the sex. I got shot down. In a blaze of glory. After we met with Wendy my NP, who I adore, and now Christopher does, he decides to ask her. She told us to hold on a minute and disappeared. We chatted for about 2 minutes and she came back and said to grab our stuff. Needless to say she snuck us in for a 10 minute scan with my new hero Laura, the sonographer. Peanuts head is by my belly button and its feet are tickling my bladder. This totally makes sense since I have been feeling some weird pressure on my bladder. Little monster. As she got down to the "area in question" it had its feet crossed. My husband promptly said it was a family trait and Evan and I are always working our crossed feet when we sleep. After a few jiggles and wiggles Peanut took a huge stretch and showed ALL.

Like stated before, we aren't telling. The pictures are locked away. We totally appreciate the well wishes and guilt trips, and now bribes, but this is kind of a special thing. I hope you all enjoy the reveal when I deliver just as much as we will enjoy sharing it with you!

Now a few other things. In light of gender being a secret, we have had some questions on gifts, if there are any brand specific, color, size etc. Here is a rundown of what we know thus far.

Bottles are Playtex Drop In
Diapers are Luvs
Bedroom theme is monkeys, the colors are shades of green and brown

We do have a registry at Babies R Us, and I am working on one at Wal-Mart. I have had some questions on if we have to get the stuff on BRU registry at BRU. NO NO NO NO NO. LOL I am a frugal momma, if you can find the same thing elsewhere and it saves ya some, have at it!!!

We have the BIG Ultrasound on February 17th, so we will have a TON of pictures to post!

Lots of LOVE,
Megan, Christopher, Evan and Peanut

Sunday, January 1, 2012


I look at that equation and wonder, what in the whole wide world of snow are/were we thinking. Yes, most of you know, Christopher and I are expecting our second child. This little bundle of indigestion, mom narcolepsy, and psycho mood swings will make his or her appearance on or around the fifth of July. Did we impeccably time that or what?! No we didn't actually. They only plan was to try to have this kiddo when Evan started school. We REALLY did NOT want to have to pay for two children in daycare. Gas breaks us as it is, don't add two daycare bills. Sure the great state of Alabama has a low cost of living, but it seems that employers forget to adjust an increase in pay. Rant over. Back to "Peanut" as we have started calling it.

Have any of you moms read Jenny McCarthy's book Belly Laughs? It is basically a look at the ungraceful things that women go through in a pregnancy. She takes an honest look inside the strange-ness that we mothers go through while we harbor a fugitive for 9 months. A few months ago when Chris and I started talking the "baby" word, I pulled this book out and read it to him. In that one simple movement I cursed myself. I am now just shy of 14 weeks pregnant and I can start a checklist of the things in that book that are happening to me. There isn't much pleasant in that book, most is gross and uncomfortable, and NOTHING I experienced while carrying Evan. Don't most mothers say, "Every pregnancy is different?" Yes, Yes they do.

I knew, immediately I was pregnant. I haven't felt normal since I saw those two blessed lines on that extremely expensive stick I had peed on. Food became an enemy. There was a constant state of yuck not quite enough to call morning sickness. I lived with this strange feeling of ick sitting in my chest that only two Tums and a Gas-x could begin to abate. My Obstetrician could not, correction, would not, see me until I was eight weeks. What came with that glorious appointment? A cute little ultrasound of Peanut and a prescription of Zofran and Phenegren. Did you hear the angels sing? I did. The first weekend I took one, I ate. When I say ate, I ATE! I felt human.

As a result, I turned into one of the women that have to constantly eat something. If I didn't, that rock in my chest would return. JOY!
I can proudly say, since about 11.5 weeks I have been Zofran and Phenegren free and food is my friend. The hotter and spicier the food, the better.
Pregnancy with your second child makes you appreciate your first pregnancy so much more. With Ev I never got sick, had heartburn, took nausea medicine, hurt, ached, pained or really complained. With this one I feel like a simpering pile of WAAHH's! Just ask my adoringly wonderful husband. He is a trooper. I think excitement and anticipation has blinded him for the whiny, psycho, whimpering, puddle of mush that his once strong willed wife used to be. Am I a wimp this time, yes, yes I am.

So, I had a visit to the doctor on Friday. Actually, I saw the NP (Nurse Practitioner) since I work all day Tuesday-Thursday. I personally find it a lot more comforting and more personal that actually seeing my doctor. She doesn't seem to be in such a rush, and I feel she cares more than my doctor does. Plus, maybe it's just me, but, I am a lot more comfortable with my NP. Hopefully I get to have her a lot throughout this pregnancy. She is pretty awesome.
Peanuts heart rate was 157 and everything with me was perfectly fine and dandy. I even LOST a pound. What I don't understand is why my high tech OB-GYN doesn't have a digital scale. My scale at home says I am 6lbs lighter than their ancient slidy one. But, I guess a pound is a pound? My next appoint will be at 17 weeks on January 27th. I doubt they will do the big ultrasound, but they may. If not, that one will be last week of February.
On THAT topic, those of you that do not yet know, we will be finding out the sex but will NOT be sharing the information. With Evan my family wanted to be surprised. Evan wanted us to know and showed it proudly at 20 weeks. *eye roll* This is a personal choice and I don't think we can be persuaded otherwise. (please make all checks out to us, we don't at this time accept major credit cards as a bribe)

That is all for now, continue to wish us luck, and check back often!