Precious Mo'Ments

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

http://news.barnesjewish.org/pr/bjh/flu-shots-2008.aspx
Last year, I went & took my sister's kids. They even have treats & such for the youngins.

Babies & Fools

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

They say God takes care of babies & fools. I, for one, know that it's true.

My boy, who thinks he's grown, but still a baby & a fool, finally realized the err of his ways. Tired of job hopping & wanting something better for himself, he enlisted in the National Guard.

I wasn't overly thrilled but anything beats the path to self-destruction. Yesterday, he called me excited about the test they had given him & the trade options offered. My son, affectionately & sometimes not so, called "the boy" is going to basic training next month & will have a gig as a Water Treatment Tech! Of the options offered, he chose this, as he found the science of it all "very interesting". You could've knocked me over with a feather!

God is taking care of my baby!!

Now I wonder when & if I can start to collect on those "loans"....hmmmm. *lol*

Love,
Stephon's Proud Mama (once again!)

PS ...and he also needs $165 to get his car fixed until his money starts. That's my boy!

Friday, September 26, 2008

Health Scholars Program for African American Students | UnitedHealthcare

http://www.uhc.com/generations_of_wellness/scholars_program.htm

Quote of the Day 9/26/08 - To Kill a Mockingbird

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view--until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

Atticus Finch to daughter Scout, Chapter 3.

ER Series Finale Premiere

Rating:	★★★★★
Category:	Other

I am not ashamed to say, I was boo hooing like a mofo as they wheeled Dr. Greg Pratt away to harvest his organs.

This is the final season for ER & it is/was truly one of the best primetime shows ever.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

16 & Pregnant - Part II

Sunday, August 28, with my mama by my side, I gave birth to an 8lbs, 6oz. baby boy, without the aid of drugs! I don't think you heard me! I delivered that lil boy without drugs! It was certainly an experience I will never forget, but one I vowed to never repeat. I was way too young & the whole experience - pregnancy, labor, episiotimy & natural delivery, left me a tad bit jaded.

After all was said & done, my mother was on the phone passing along the word that we were OK. However, when she called my grandparents, I got sick to the stomach. I was not ready to face them. It's not like me & baby could just disappear but I sure did wish we could.

My mama & the donor stayed at the hospital until they kicked them out. Before she left she told me the grands would be stopping by tomorrow. As much as I loved those old folks, they were the last people in the world I wanted to see.

The next afternoon, I heard my grandmother's voice in the hall asking, "Where is she?" The disappointment was still in her voice. They walked in & she had a look in her eyes that I will never forget. I swear I wanted to vomit, but I held it together. She just stared at me for a moment, and when she did speak, all she said was, "So, how many more are you going to have?" Even tho I was choked up, I managed to tell her that she would never have to worry about visiting me in the maternity ward....ever again. She was still stoic. Her expression didn't change.

Papa walked in & interjected with, "Where's John Henry?" {That is not my son's name, but that's the nic Papa gave him.} I pointed to my baby & Papa picked him up & started talking to him. I don't even recall what he was saying I was just glad my grandma wasn't talking. Papa looked at me and said, "I'll help you with this one, but you better make damn sure you have a good husband before you bring me another one." I smiled at Papa and said, "I promise."

The next day, I named my baby & was asked about circumcision. I had to call my mama & grandparents because I didn't know what to do. All parties said, "snip him". So it was ordered. I didn't bother to ask his father because he was a lil ticked that I didn't name my baby after him. Whatever,dude. He already knew that wasn't happening, but I guess he thought I'd have a change of heart.

5 nights in the hospital and fast forward to our 1st night at home. Up until about a month before I delivered, I shared a bedroom with my sister, but she went to live with our grandparents. That 1st 2:00 am feeding had him crying & me too! Back then, the babies didn't spend 24/7 in the room with mom. They spent the nights in the nursery. That was such a rude awakening for me. Welcome to post-partum depression.

To be continued....