365 Days of Everything Georgia

November 10, 2010 - Pretty in Pink... But We Don't Want This!

We can now add another medication to the growing list Georgia has had to take since birth. It's the smallest amount of medicine so far and the most expensive. For about 20+ drops... $60!!

Georgia has pink eye. Where she got it, we have no clue. We can only assume daycare. Poor little dear... just look at her beautiful eyes.

November 9, 2010 - It's Growing, It's Really, Really Growing!

I thought she'd be bald forever, like someone I know. ::points finger at self::

But folks, Georgia's hair is growing!!! Cue the doves and fireworks and champagne.

Just look:

November 8, 2010 - Who Says the Dishwasher's Trash?

Soooo... I heard this noise the other day. I couldn't figure out what in the heck it was. The sound led me downstairs and low and behold, water was dripping from the ceiling. Joy.

It took a while and then finally a call to the plumber to figure out our dishwasher upstairs was leaking whenever it ran. Joy.

The plumber said since the dishwasher was 10 years old, it was probably better to replace it than try to have an appliance person fix it, if they could even find the parts to begin with. Joy.

Today, our new dishwasher was delivered. They took our old piece of *&@! with them, but left the bottom rack because someone had forgotten it was full of dirty dishes. Joy.

Well, Georgia found joy in that bottom rack. Once I unloaded, she decided it was her new walker.

Then she decided she was a dish and belonged in the dishwasher rack.

The rack, however, did not agree.

November 7, 2010 - Pudding, Call Her Pudding.

Georgia was not having a good day today... All day long. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe it's those one year molars, damn them. She wouldn't eat, she wouldn't smile, she wouldn't stop fussing. It's been one of those days.

I could only get her to eat one thing.

Pudding.

Today, she can have as much pudding as she can eat.

November 6, 2010 - Loving the Music

Daddy loves to play music for Georgia... and Georgia loves to listen.

They are so precious. I fall in love with them every time.

November 5, 2010 - Will Work for Cheerios

While my back was turned, guess who snatched the box of Cheerios?

Here's your hint, it's now an empty box of Cheerios.

This amount of Cheerios, spread across my kitchen floor, could only mean one thing. We had to call in the vacuum cleaners. The walking, barking vacuum cleaners.

Mmmmm... will work for Cheerios!

November 4, 2010 - My Baby's a Genius!!!

She was sooooo proud to show off her new talent today. She did it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over (OK you get the point) again.

My little lovely can put the circle shape into the circle hole!

We're still working on her patience though. When she can't fit the circle in right away, she screams at it. But she doesn't give up and eventually gets it... over and over and over again. :)

If you look closely, you can tell she's smiling here. She's so proud of herself, and so am I.

Georgia's Birth Story

The timing of Georgia's birth, in a way, came out of a journey to death. I'd like to think with every death comes new life, and for me, Georgia is that life. She is my saving grace and has kept me breathing when my lungs were screaming to stop, screaming to drown in my own self-pity.

My husband and I decided to try for Georgia just a few months after our walk down the aisle. You see, my mom had been diagnosed with incurable Ovarian Cancer, so I wanted a baby soon. I wanted a baby while there was still time to have my mother there as I brought a new being into the world, to see my mother hold her granddaughter, to ask my mom which of my baby features my daughter bore, to lean on my mother when I had those "new mom" questions and for so many other moments I had played out in my thoughts over and over again through the years.

My husband and I were thrilled to soon find out our little Georgia was growing inside of me, rounding out my belly day by day, pushing tiny feet into my sides, entertaining us with a neverending chorus of hiccups. We went to the doctor's appointments, the baby classes, took the hospital tour and had everything ready for the day we brought our darling home in Omaha, Nebraska.

It's funny though, life seems to fight our planning and always chooses its own course - and so it did. When my belly was just shy of 38 weeks round, the day came. After a 52-year-long life, which was as bright as they come, my mother faded away. She died on Sunday, October 11, 2009.

Early Monday morning, with my doctor's permission, my husband and I got on a plane to fly home to Georgia for my mom's funeral. We got off the plane in Atlanta around 3 p.m. Twelve hours later, at 3 a.m. on Tuesday, I was sleeping at my parents' house. As I lay in the home where my mom had been just days before, that journey toward life took a leap. My water broke and the contractions started coming within minutes. We were more than a thousand miles away from our doctor, our hospital and our house.

So off to the local hospital we went in the dark of night, my husband driving my mom's SUV and not having a clue where he was going. I had to give him directions between contractions. We arrived at the hospital and didn't even know what entrance to go to. We found locked doors twice before finding the right entrance, and yeah, I floundered up to both locked doors!

We checked in and by the time we got to a room, I turned around and there were my sister, brother and cousin in the room with my husband and I and my other sister and father were on the way. We had thought we'd be delivering in Omaha with just my husband and I and the calming classical CD's I'd burned. I guess my mom had other ideas.

So there we were, in the hospital where two years earlier they had cut cancer from my mother, in the hospital where my two nieces were born, in the hospital where my delivery nurse had also been my sister's bridesmaid - there surrounded by those who love me most and the memory of one who just couldn't stay long enough to make it. I delivered Georgia Katherine at 10:46 a.m. She weighed 7 lbs. and 8 ounces.

We left the hospital on Wednesday with a borrowed car seat, a bag full of borrowed baby clothes, a lot of flowers and hearts bursting with every emotion you can possibly imagine. We arrived at my parents' house to a borrowed crib, borrowed baby supplies and relatives arriving in town with funeral clothes and baby gifts packed in their suitcases. On Friday, my daughter and I looked down on my mother in her casket, and on Saturday we buried her. It's the only time my daughter every saw her grandmother.

My mother fought hard to live long enough to meet her granddaughter and in the end, she missed the date by two days. But life doesn't stop, and it's the beauty of my daughter's life that keeps me smiling. And oh how her life makes me smile. I like to believe whenever I'm holding my daughter and she's starring off into the distance, over my shoulder, that she's seeing my mom - a guardian angel for both of us - and that they are already the best of friends.

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November 10, 2010 - Pretty in Pink... But We Don't Want This!

November 9, 2010 - It's Growing, It's Really, Really Growing!

November 8, 2010 - Who Says the Dishwasher's Trash?

November 7, 2010 - Pudding, Call Her Pudding.

November 6, 2010 - Loving the Music

November 5, 2010 - Will Work for Cheerios

November 4, 2010 - My Baby's a Genius!!!

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November 10, 2010 - Pretty in Pink... But We Don't Want This!

November 9, 2010 - It's Growing, It's Really, Really Growing!

November 8, 2010 - Who Says the Dishwasher's Trash?

November 7, 2010 - Pudding, Call Her Pudding.

November 6, 2010 - Loving the Music

November 5, 2010 - Will Work for Cheerios

November 4, 2010 - My Baby's a Genius!!!

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