Daily Prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time

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My first ever daily prompt!  This one caught my eye, probably because I know exactly when I would turn back time to.  And the best part, I wouldn’t change a thing!!

Up until now, I have had 3 favorite years of my life, and since life has been dictated by school calendars, these are my years:  1991-92, 2000-01, and 2007-08. 

1991-92 – 2nd grade:

I loved my teacher, I was 7 years old, life was great.  I had blossoming friendships with some of my life long best friends and neighbors, I could successfully ride my bike, and was allowed to play outside until my mother hollered for me to come home for dinner!  That is about it.  It was a simple year, but I remember it being one of the greatest.

2000-01 – 9th grade: 

I was a hateful 14 year old, but I managed to get my first kiss, ‘fall in love’, and get my heart broken all in the span of 2 months.  It was great and terrible year, but I had never felt such passion, emotion, and life.  I felt like an adult for the first time in my life, and I knew that there was no turning back.

But, without a doubt, if I could turn back time,

I would choose 2007-08 – 4th year of college:

I was cool.  I was chill.  I was laid back.   I was in my 4th year of college.  I turned 21.  I received my first ‘A’ in ‘studio.  My parents paid my rent.  My roommate and I had no inhibitions.  My roommate and I were the VERY best of friends.  I kept a sketchbook.  I had a pool.  I met the man who would one day become my husband.  I ‘played the field’.  I moved to Italy.  I had my nose pierced.  I met fabulous friends, all around the globe.  I ate Mexican food, every Friday night.  I kissed strangers.  Italian strangers.  Obama was elected the first African American President of the United States.  I felt ‘change’.  I got over the past.  I lived in the present.  I fell in love.  Like REALLY fell in love.  I drank too much wine.  I incurred an enormous amount of student debt.  I smoked cigars.  I slept, only when necessary.  I skipped 80% of my Geology classes.  And did I mention I was cool?

Now I am almost 28, life is very different, but still pretty amazing.  And if I think really hard about it, I might just be living in one of those epic years…

2014 – working from home, newborn in-tow: 

I live in a tiny house with the love of my life and our newest little bundle of joy.  I only drink one glass of wine a week, Mexican food is generally ‘carry-out’, and a vacation is one night alone with my sweetheart.  Life is easy, it is simple, but it is grand.

For now, I will choose to live in the moment, and only turn back time for an instant, if for nothing else, to remind myself of how cool I was…

Little Love Letters

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The past month has been a whirl-wind of joy, love, visitors, and the newest little love of my life.   Thankfully I was able to keep up with a bit of the action in my hand written journal – so I thought I would share a few of the little love letters that I have written to my precious boy.

Sunday 3/2/14

Guess what Boggle?! Tomorrow should be your BIRTHday! Apparently you are super cozy in my belly and do not want to make an appearance on your own, but the doctors have reported that you are getting too big for your momma…so now, we are in the hospital!

I just had phase one of two of the induction medication.  This first med is supposed to be pretty light and just prep me for more to come in the morning.  However, we are in the middle of a super ICE STORM! (I believe they are calling it Storm Titan).  A predicted .25-.5 inches of ICE before the snow.  So, the nurses are trying not to let me go into labor too quickly – hoping that my doctor can have time to make it from her house to the hospital first thing in the morning.  The nurse actually just told us that car doors are already iced shut! Yikes!!

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So, Boggle, not only are you going to share a zodiac sign with your daddy, but now you are also going to share his birthday, and birth in a ice/snow storm in March.  And (side note) speaking of ‘ice’… We are sitting here watching the Oscars and Idina Menzel just sang the latest hit from Disney’s “Frozen” – I imagine that it will be one of your favorites.

A little while ago we FaceTimed your Uncle John and Uncle Brandon from the hospital bed.  Your two fabulous uncles were a little shocked to see us calling from the hospital, but were equally excited to know that things are progressing as planned.

Uncle John is doing well out in California, and he is really sorry that he could not immediately get a plane ticket to be here for your birthday.  He might be here for a visit in the next couple months… but if not, we are going to figure out how to take a newborn on an AIRPLANE!

Uncle Brandon is going to be catching a flight from Utah sometime in the next week – and your Grandma and Grandpa Plagemann are hitting the road tomorrow.  Depending on the snow/ice, they should be here on Tuesday!

Grandma and Grandad Perry are SO excited and patiently waiting, 20 minutes away, at home.  I think your Grandma wanted to come here and just sit in the waiting room all night, but Grandad convinced her that he could get her to the hospital through the winter storm.  Not to mention, the waiting room is PACKED.  Must be a good day to be born!

Waiting on a baby,

-Your Momma

 

Monday 3/3/14 – BIRTHDAY!

Well Boggle, your ‘bag of waters’ has just been popped! And I now feel like Niagara Falls is happening under the sheets!  My OB made it in safe and sound in the snow this morning and she plans to stay at the hospital for your birth.  YAY!

All grandparents are en route.  I am sure the Perry’s will be here soon, and the rest of the extended family is busy texting and facebooking us.  Your daddy even live-tweeted some of last nights events along with the Oscars.  Hope you don’t mind a little social media…

My contractions are already a bit stronger, and for now the doctors are holding off on further inducing with Pitocin.  (Your heart rate dropped a couple times in the night so the doctors are avoiding any additional strain on you.)  We are 4cm and, OUCH, having contractions every 2-3 minutes! So exciting.

We are so very excited to meet you, and hold you, and finally find out if you are a boy or a girl!!

Big smiles,

-Momma

 

Thursday 3/27/14

You are 3 weeks and 3 days old today!! Which may be a very lucky ‘3’ day for you and your 3/3 birthday.  But for now, I am the lucky one.. I am holding in my arms, the most absolute, perfect angel.  You, my dear, are perfect.  Probably not for long, but for now, you have never even made one wrong.  You are perfect, and I will cherish every moment.

I never want to forget your soft fuzzy hair, and the way it feels when I kiss the top of your head.  You love to lay on mine and your dad’s bellies.  Belly to belly.  I call it your ‘frog position’.  I could gush over your adorable snuggles page after page, but it seems like I should record a few of the facts here…

First of all, WELCOME to our world:

Hans Geoffrey Plagemann

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You were born a big, healthy, baby boy on March 3rd, 2014 at 6:06pm.  You weighed in at 8 lbs, 1 oz.  Smaller than the doctors predicted, but still in the 75th percentile at 21.5 inches long.

After 10-ish hours of labor and never progressing more than 5cm, my OB informed me that either,

A. You were too big to be born naturally, or

B. You were tangled in your umbilical cord, and smarter than all of us for not ‘exiting’ on time.

With this, she recommended that I have a c-section to ensure a safe delivery.  I cried, your daddy held me, then I knew that I must follow the doctors recommendations.  You see, your heart rate was dropping every time I had a contraction, so I kind of knew, deep down, that something was not running smoothly.  I even recalled all of my inducing tricks, and how none of them seemed to work… Not the clothes pins on my toes, or the 3 mile walk, or the spicy food, or the mandatory sex — none of it worked, and deep down I knew that you were keeping yourself safe.  And sure enough, you had the cord wrapped around your belly and your neck!

I am so thankful I chose the cesarean, scar and all.  Once I had ‘ok-ed’ the c-section things moved so quickly!  Your dad went out to the waiting room to tell my parents our decision, and by the time he had returned we only had a few precious moments for him to try to fit in the tiny sterile suit and snap a couple of priceless photos.  Then I was immediately wheeled into the delivery/surgery room.

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It all happened so fast.  I remember being nervous that they would start the surgery before they called for your dad to enter the room, but he made it, just as they finished prepping me.  I had been given the epidural back when I first reached 5cm – so they continued to numb me though that.  It didn’t really hurt, I could feel what was happening though, which was strange! The even stranger part was that I literally felt the doctor SCOOP you out of what felt like my rib cage…  It was insane, and a huge relief!

You were out in 7 minutes!  Your dad held my, strapped down, hand the whole time, and then you cried! It was one of the happiest sounds of my life.  You sounded like a cat, then a lion cub, testing out your RAWR!  Then I could see you.  Then they called your dad over.  I was jealous and thrilled to watch him hold your hand.  Then he re-cut your cord.  I watched him watch you, and then I felt the largest wave of peace come over me.  I was in pain, pretty terrible pain at that point, as they stitched me back up and removed my epidural, but all I really remember is watching you squirm and feeling warm, soft tears roll down my cheeks.  You were perfect.  Then your dad brought you next to me! First to my hand, then to my face.  We were cheek to cheek, and I knew I loved you with my entire being.  Then they let me hold you!  Then, just like that, it was over.  You were off to the nursery, and me to the recovery room…

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I believe you met your Grandma and Grandad outside of the nursery.  Your dad told me that he rolled you out and said, “Want to meet Hans?” and that is how your grandparents found out you were a boy…  For us, the doctor yelled out ‘It’s a boy!’ right before you began to cry…

Honestly, I felt like I knew that you were a boy all along, but hearing it aloud was so amazing!  I remember sighing to myself, ‘It’s Hans!’   I guess it would probably not have mattered if you were a girl, but once everything had happened, I could not imagine it any other way! You are my perfect little boy!

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Days and weeks are passing so quickly now, and I what was so very vivid in the moment is now fading into sweet, sweet memories.  I will hold tight to each moment and I will love you forever!

-Your Momma

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