The Arrival of Charlotte Rose

So, all of the months of anticipation and wonder and fear and excitement came to a head on April 27th, 2011.  I’ve been telling myself for the past couple of days that I needed to write this post because I don’t want to forget anything about that amazing day.  As many of you know, we had an induction scheduled for April 27th.  The hospital called at 7 a.m. and told me to eat breakfast, take a shower, and be at the hospital around 8:30.  This is it!  We’re going to have a baby! We had hoped that she would decide to come on her own, but at that point, we were so excited we jumped out of bed and began preparing for the day.

I had some breakfast, took a shower, shaved my legs, and even put on a bit of make up… after all, I had to look cute for my induction  Well, as I sat at the edge of my bed to put some lotion on, there was a GUSH. And when I say GUSH, I mean a GUSH.  My husband and I would not stop laughing.  We didn’t know what to do!  My husband was running in circles looking for a towel, I was standing in my underwear laughing hysterically.  It was the best tension breaker ever.  Little Miss decided to come out on her own after all  Leave it to my daughter to make this type of entrance.  She wanted to do things on her own time and I couldn’t have been happier and prouder.

After some cleaning up, we headed to the hospital and checked in.  My sister met us there and I couldn’t believe I was there… with my team… ready to have a baby.  We got into our room, I got changed, and hooked up to an IV with pitocin.  I was still only 3 centimeters dilated, so we hoped the pitocin would get things moving.  A few hours ticked by and my contractions started getting a little bit stronger.  I was allowed to walk around the unit and rock in a chair.  Things started to get pretty uncomfortable and I decided it was time to start talking about pain medication.  The nurse told me they were going to check me first and not to be discouraged if I was still at 3 cm.  Well, much to our surprise and excitement, I had made it to 6 cm!!!  This baby would be here soon

The epidural was a god send.  I have to give credit to anyone who has had a natural childbirth with no drugs… I don’t know how you did it.  A few more hours went by and when I was checked again I was at more then 9 cm… just about 10.  Shortly there after, around 7:00 I started pushing.  The pressure was intense and I did my best to push where I was told to push.

Our little lady, being stubborn like her mom, didn’t want to come.  Her head was a little too big, and was turned to the left and wouldn’t fit.  My doctor had me push on both sides, on my back, and then on my hands and knees, hoping to get my little girl to turn so we could deliver her vaginally.  She gave us until 10:00.  At 10:00 my doctor said that despite my strong pushing, the baby wasn’t making any progress.  She said we could keep trying to push, but in her opinion it wasn’t going to make a difference.  It was then decided to have a C-Section.

My heart dropped.  This was not something we had planned, or really even talked about.  I didn’t know too much about it and I went into a state of fear.  I knew it was the best thing for the baby, but it was surgery.  They were going to cut me open and take my baby out.  I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.  I talked to my late grandmother in silence and began to feel calm.  If this is what we had to do to meet our daughter, then we were going to do it.

The doctor got some scrubs for my husband and he quickly changed.  My sister would have to wait outside the operating room.  They began to wheel me down the hallway and I had to kiss my husband good bye for a few minutes (which felt like an eternity).  I got into the operating room and was put on the table.  The doctors and nurses were so lovely and friendly.  They could sense my nervousness and were very calming and informative, telling me everything that they were doing.  They probably thought I was a little crazy because I kept saying quietly, “It’s going be Ok.  It’s going to be ok.  Breathe”.  They gave me some medicine that immediately had me shaking.  I was assured that it was normal, but to me it was rather crazy!  My teeth were chattering and my body was shaking uncontrollably.  I told the nurse to tell my husband that it was normal.  I knew that he would be worried when he came in and saw me shaking like that.

Before I knew it, my husband was seated near my head and was holding my hand.  We were both nervous and just looked at each other… knowing that we would soon meet our daughter.

The C-section itself is a rather strange thing.  I was awake, but truly not in any pain.  I could feel pulling and tugging and pressure, but no pain.  I don’t know what they were doing exactly, but within a few short minutes they told my husband to stand up and look.  Almost immediately, I heard the most amazing sound in the world… my daughter’s cry.  My eyes immediately began gushing tears.  I couldn’t believe that she was here.  I told my husband to go to her.  He was torn as to what to do.  He didn’t know if he should stay with me or go with the baby.  I said, “Go”… in my chattery voice.  He went to the baby and as soon as she heard his voice, she immediately quieted.  Little Charlotte recognized her Dad’s voice and it was so beautiful.  He came over and showed me a picture on his camera of our daughter.  Again, my eyes were gushing.

The doctor’s continued to work on me for what felt like an eternity.  They continued to let me know what they were doing and that they would soon be over.  My husband brought Charlotte over to me all wrapped up and I lost it.  She was so beautiful, and so perfect, and had a full head of dark hair (just like I had hoped).  Eventually they finished and we got wheeled to recovery.  I was scared to hold her on that journey because at that point I was still shaking and was scared I would drop her.

We got to the recovery room and it was there that I first got to hold my daughter.  The nurse unwrapped her, and I took my daughter onto my chest and her her skin next to mine.  She fell asleep and just looked perfect.  I will never forget that moment for as long as I live.  It was at that moment I knew I was a mom.  I’ve never felt more love for someone in my life.  We also tried our first attempt at breast feeding and it was a success  She did a great job and I was so relieved that she was finally here.

Shortly after my husband left to get my sister who came in an started gushing.  All three of us were so impressed with Charlotte’s beauty and calm personality.  She seemed to respond to our voices and I just marveled at the fact that she was half of me and half of my husband.  It was amazing.  We spent two hours in the recovery room and were then moved to our room (where we would stay for the next five days).  We were greeted by a lovely nurse who got us settled in and gave us the run down of services, protocols, and just a ton of information!  At that point it was 3 a.m. and we had Charlotte head to the nursery so we could get a little bit of sleep.

At around 3:30 I looked over at my husband and asked if he was up, he said yes and came over to my bed.  We looked at one another and talked about how amazed we were that Charlotte was finally here.  We kissed and smiled and that again is another moment I will never forget.  Unfortunately, sleep was not in the cards for me that night.  Being hooked up to an IV, a catheter, and blood pressure monitor is not super conducive to sleep

Over the next several days we were visited by our parents, siblings, and dear friends.  Everyone was so taken by Charlotte.  She’s amazing and just a wonderful baby.

But, the real credit, and the rock in my life, has to be my husband.  For the first few days, I could barely get out of bed to go the bathroom, let alone get up to quickly change the baby or pick her up.  He took care of EVERYTHING.  He would bring her to me to eat, take her away, change her, rock her, everything.  He is just THE most amazing man in the world.  We hadn’t planned on a C-section, nor had we planned on being at the hospital until Monday, May 2nd, but he handled it was confidence, calmness, strength, love, and humor.  He took care of me, put my socks on, refilled my water bottle, helped me put on pants for the first time, literally, everything.  Just typing this makes my eyes well up because not only am I blessed with a happy, healthy baby, but I was the greatest husband in the world.  His strength and patience really came out last week and I truly know how lucky I am to have him as my partner and the absolute love of my life.

Our time at the hospital was good.  We had support from a lot of nurses, doctors, lactation specialists, and we left feeling confident that Charlotte had received the best care possible.   Monday afternoon, we headed home to our condo, starting our new life together as a family

Our pregnancy journey has come to an end, and as expected, I do miss feeling my little baby kick around inside of me.  However, nothing can replace that special cuddle time in the morning or the feeling I get when Charlotte looks at me when I talk to her.  I’m going to try and keep up with my blogging, only I’m going to close this chapter, and start a new blog…. Title TBA.

Thanks again for reading.  I apologize in advance if this post has lots of mistakes or errors, I’m not taking the time to proofread and the lack of sleep is taking it’s toll  Look for my new blog coming soon!

XOXO

Eviction Day Notice

April 26, 2011

Dear Baby Girl,

As I’m writing this, Dad and I are curled up on the couch, watching some ridiculous Alien Documentary (You’ll soon learn that your Dad is obsessed with all things Discovery Channel.  It won’t take long for him to start talking your ear off about life on other planets.).  We had a nice dinner and are now trying to relax before our big day tomorrow.

You haven’t decided that you are ready to come out yet, so the doctors are going to give me some medicine to help you come out quicker then you’d probably like.  I hope that doesn’t bother you.  I’m very nervous about forcing you out, but on the positive side, we will get to meet you soon!  Also, my favorite doctor is working at the hospital tomorrow which makes me feel much more comfortable then the creepy “pirate doctor” that I could have had.  Dad and I would love for you to come out on your own, but it’s looking like that’s not going to happen.  We are SO EXCITED to finally meet you and see what you look like.  Our biggest questions is whether or not you will have hair.  Your Dad was bald when he was born, and I was born with more hair than any other baby on the planet has ever had.  Of course I secretly hope you are born with crazy hair, just like me

You’re moving around like crazy in my belly right now.  While I’m so happy that you will be here soon, I know that a little part of me is going to miss having you inside me.  You’ve been my constant companion for the past 9 months.  Talking to myself didn’t seem so crazy anymore, because really I was talking to you.  I never thought I would really miss having you kick around my insides, but as tomorrow approaches, I really have to stop and think about how amazing these last 9 months have been.  Finding out we were pregnant.  Keeping a big secret from everyone.  Our first ultrasound.  Hearing your heartbeat.  Feeling you kick.  Dad feeling you kick.  Your first hiccups.  Knowing that you are a girl.  Picking your name.  It’s been so amazing, and exciting, and scary, and nerve-wracking, and just plain beautiful.  I’m a little sad to see it end.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.  I doubt Dad or I (or your Auntie Lyssa) will get any sleep tonight.  The three of us are on standby and will be waiting for the call from the hospital to pack up and head in.  I’m so lucky to have your Dad and Aunt Alyssa with me tomorrow.  With the two of them supporting and surrounding me and you, everything will be alright.  Even though I’m very scared, I believe that with all of my heart.  Trust me, ok?

For now, I’m going to get back to spending some time with your Dad.  I’m admittedly very nervous about tomorrow.  Your Dad is putting on a tough front for me, but I know that he is nervous too.  We both love you so much and can’t wait to hold you in our arms.  But for now, we are going to enjoy our last night together, have some ice cream, and watch a movie.  (Of course, we will do those things with you one day too!)

Love you always,

Mom

Emotional Roller Coaster

Well… today was Due Date Day.  It’s about 8:00 p.m. and I think it’s pretty safe to say that Chiquita won’t be born on her due date  We sort of expected that, but it’s still a little bit of a let down.  Sort of like expecting this great surprise and then not getting it.

Anyways, we did have a doctor appointment this afternoon and I’m happy to say that we have made SOME progress since last week.  I’m now at 2 1/2-3 centimeters which was nice to hear.  During my exam, the doctor also did some “swiping of the membranes”… which is pretty much as uncomfortable as it sounds.  However, I’m going to go ahead an assume that compared to labor, “swiping” is close to enjoyable!  We went through a non-stress test today and the baby is doing great.  If I’m still pregnant on Monday, then we have an ultrasound set up to check on fluids, size, etc.   Of course no one can actually say when Chiquita is going to make her debut, but what we do know is that if she’s not here by the end of next week, the doctor is going to induce us.

I guess that sort of brings me to where I am now.  Up until today this whole labor and birth has been something that’s going to happen down the road.  After my appointment today, I now have a definite date that it is going to happen by.  I know that by next weekend, I will have a daughter.  There’s no wonder or doubt about it.  She IS coming and I better get ready.

I consider myself a strong person.  I’m very much a control freak, I’m ALWAYS right , and I like things done my way.  I often refuse help, and I sort of live by the mantra that if I want something done right, I should do it myself… just ask my mother or my husband… they’ll tell you!   (My wedding planning was total evidence of this).  This pregnancy has sort of taught me to let go of that part of me a little bit.  From the day I found out I was pregnant, I learned that I no longer had control over my body  As of late, I have also had to learn that I have no control over when Chiquita decides to make her appearance.  I pretty much have no control over anything.  There is only so much planning I can do… only so much preparation… only so much cleaning… only so much organizing.  It’s a pretty amazing experience.  Who knew that a tiny little person could change parts of me that have been here for 31 years

Anyways, I digress…

As soon as I got home from the doctor’s office my excitement that I’ve been experiencing for the past several days turned to sheer terror.  What if I can’t do this?  I’m not ready for this.  I can’t do this.  I’m not ready.  Naturally, I tried to keep up my tough girl facade in front of my husband.  Why I continue to do this when he can always see right through it, I have no idea.  I went and called my mom and immediately fell apart.  And, as expected, she was able to make me feel better.  As did my sister Alyssa, and my circle of girlfriends who have gone through this.

This would be a great time to note all the fantastic women I have in my life.  Mom, Alyssa, Darcy, Nicole, Nicole… the list goes on.  Your support has been such a huge part of this pregnancy.  And you all were able to, in some way, calm me down this evening and remind me of what is important in this whole crazy experience.  It’s normal to be scared.  It’s normal to be anxious.  It’s normal to be excited.  Pretty much every emotion is normal!  I wouldn’t have been able to get to this point without you.  Your encouragement and support will be running through my head when things get tough.

And for everyone who’s been reading and offering up words of encouragement, thank you too  Writing this blog has been somewhat therapeutic for me.  I’m happy that I have documented this amazing journey, and I hope to one day share it with my daughter.

I think that’s the end of my rant tonight.  I feel like this post is sort of scattered and all over the place… but you know what… I am too right now  Off to put my feet up and hope for some action tonight!

Thanks again for reading!

39 and 5.

Hi all.  First, for those of you who were (or hopefully still are) fans of my blog, I’m so sorry for not posting sooner.  When I started the blog, I intended on posting almost daily, and as you can see it’s been weeks, or maybe even months since my last post.

A lot has gone on since I last wrote.  I closed on the condo in early March–I think that was the last thing I wrote about… it was a pretty overwhelming experience, but an exciting one at that!  I walked out of the Suffolk County Registry of Deeds with our keys in hand and it was a pretty great moment.

The weekends since that time have been filled with SO MUCH WORK.  We spent a weekend painting… then we spent another weekend getting carpet & floors installed.  Unfortunately, that project took on a life of its own when we learned that our condo association has a “no construction” policy on the weekends.  YUP.  You read that correctly.  Any work that needs to be done, must be done between the hours of 9-5 and only on Mondays through Fridays.  My poor husband was abused by the witch below us, so we had to shut down the operation and finish later in the week.  I can’t wait until she tries to complain about a crying baby keeping her up at all hours of the night.  Literally.  I.  Can’t. Wait.  Moving weekend was the following one, and what an experience that was.  Luckily, my husband and I had an amazing crew to move us…. my parents, sister, brother in law, two cousins, a friend, and my husband’s cousin and friend.  They had us moved out of East Boston and into Weymouth by lunchtime.  Truly amazing.

Since then… YUP… we’ve still been working!!!  Even as I write this, there are still some little projects and some tidying up to do… but for the most part, we are finished.  My husband has been working tirelessly every weekend getting things ready for Chiquita’s arrival.  Lots of cleaning, organizing, installing, and putting together anything and everything baby related.

I had a fantastic baby shower in Mid-March!  Our family and friends truly showered us with everything that we needed and wanted for our little girl.  The best gift of all though was having my out of town sisters and friend there to celebrate with me.  I wasn’t sure who would be able to make the trip, but all of those nearest and dearest to me did, and it was such a special weekend.  This little girl is already loved by so many people, it’s truly remarkable.

The last 6 weeks or so have been busy ones for Chiquita as well.  She’s still been kickin’ around in there making sure I know she’s still a dancing machine.  We had one little scare at the doctor’s office.  Her heart rate was a little high, so the doctor had me do a non-stress test.  Of course I was terrified, but when it was done, they let me know that her heart rate went back down like it is supposed to, and that she is just “fiesty”.  Well, I could have told them that!  She really is though.  Every time the doctor goes to listen to her heartbeat, she kicks and then rolls away.  Every.  Single.  Time.  It’s actually quite funny.  I love her so much already… and her sick sense of humor

I was feeling very uncomfortable the last two weeks.  It seemed like she was sitting on a nerve because with every step I took, I felt like someone was stabbing me in my lower back/hip/butt area.  It was agonizing and there were some days that I didn’t think I’d make it through the work day.   Luckily, I did.  The last few doctors appointments have been interesting.  I was at 1 cm on April 1st, April 8th, and April 15th.  I’m keeping my fingers crossed that if she isn’t here by Friday, she will have at least made some progress towards her grand entrance!  Getting those exams aren’t the most comfortable things in the world, but I love information… so whatever they can tell me I’ll take.

I’ve been on vacation this week (as has my husband), so we’ve been spending lots of time together getting ready for the big day.  Our bags are packed.  Laundry is done.  We are just waiting.  Every night we go to bed wondering if this is going to be “the night”.  So far, it hasn’t been yet.

We’ve taken our time getting up in the morning… spending a few more minutes cuddling (barf, I know), knowing that tomorrow morning we might not be able to do that.  We’ve talked a lot about what we’re scared of… Pain, complications…  What we’re wondering about… Who will she look like? Will she have crazy hair like me?..   What we are excited about… “I can’t wait to hold her.”  It’s been good quality time.  Granted, we’ve been busy too… and having small little disagreements about what projects must get done now and what can wait… but overall, we really did need this time.  I know that his time at home after Chiquita comes is going to fly by, so I’m grateful for this time that we have now.

My husband has truly been amazing over the past few weeks.  He hasn’t stopped and he’s so attentive to me and anything that I need.  The dinners, foot rubs, back rubs, painting, moving, lifting… those are all things that I couldn’t do myself, and things that I never even had to ask for.  They were just done.  Flying four or five days a week, and then working constantly down here isn’t easy… but he’s done it.  I couldn’t have asked for a better man.  Truly.

So, that’s where we are at now.  39 weeks and 5 days down.  2 more to go.  We’ve been doing all the things to make labor come… spicy food, walks, chinese food, sex, all that jazz.  We did have a lady tell us over the weekend, “Patent leather shoes and lobster.  I’m not sure why it works, but it just does.”  I responded to her in my head…. “Well, I don’t like lobster, and my giant Klumps feet only fit in flip flops now.”

Now, it wouldn’t be one of my blog posts if I didn’t fill you in on some gross pregnancy incident.  If you care to read on… please do.  If you’re eating or would rather not, then I’d stop reading now

Mucous Plug

So this morning I got up and jumped in the shower.  I was getting haircut at 9 and needed to be out the door quickly (or as quickly as I can move these days).  Shower was done and I was drying off.  I was feeling good and so excited for some beatifying.  Then all of the sudden, “SPLAT”.  I look down to see a giant glob of something… it took a second and then I realized this must be the mucous plug I’ve been hearing about.  (My mom described it as looking sort of like a jelly fish–and after seeing that today, I’d have to agree).  Of course I was shocked and I could say was, “Ah.  Um.  Ah.  Um.”  My husband came running in to the bathroom after I had disposed of the jelly fish and we’re hopeful that maybe this means things are moving along.  However, I did call the doctor and it might mean that shes moving on down or it might mean nothing.  We will just have to wait and see

Anywho, this is maybe my longest post ever.  I realized at dinner tonight that I wanted to get some thoughts down before the big day so I don’t forget anything.  I’m beat, but very glad I took this time to write.  Hopefully soon I can start my new blog, “The Life of Mother and Pilot’s Wife”… looking forward to it

Thanks again for reading everyone.  This has been an amazing journey and I’m so glad to have your support and your comments to document it for Chiquita.  I will write more again tomorrow if Little Miss still hasn’t come out to meet us

Falling Into Place

For a long time I wondered when pieces of my life would “fall into place”.  Now, I never expected my life to magically come together without any challenges and hard work.  But, I’m finally starting to think that my patience and hope has finally started to pay off.

My life has been enriched so much by our little lady.  We have been blessed that so far everything has gone smoothly.  Despite some potential concerns, we have had a healthy and happy pregnancy.  I already love our daughter so much and I haven’t even met her yet!  Nothing could top her!

For the years that I’ve been with my husband, he has always been a “commuter” pilot.  Meaning that he has to fly to Maine before each trip AND has to fly home to Boston after each trip.  It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this means less time at home.  We have always hoped for a Boston base, and finally, last week our dreams came true.  While the date isn’t set, we do know that Boston is going to be his home base.  Yes, he will still be away a few nights a week… but the most he can be gone for is 3.  Not 4, not 5, not 6.  Three.  I am overjoyed that this blessing came when it did.  We want him to be around as much as possible for our baby girl.  It’s safe to say that someone is watching over us.

In addition to more time together, he can also sell his house in Maine.  Paying one mortgage is challenging enough… but paying for two is near impossible!  This change is going to be fantastic for us financially… especially with baby coming and me taking some unpaid time off from work!  To further support us, I’ve also started a side business with Stella & Dot.  At first, it was a big change for me.  I spend much of my days talking with children, not adults.  I’m happy to say that I’ve found my rythym and I’m LOVING IT.  How great it is to have a job where you get to chat with great women and introduce them to beautiful, affordable jewelry?  So. Much. Fun.  And one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

In terms of our living situation… TOMORROW IS THE DAY.  Tomorrow I am closing on our condo!  I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch and I’m crossing my fingers, toes and anything else I can cross.  I really hope that this goes smoothly.  If it does, then at this time tomorrow night I will be a homeowner!  Crazy!  I can’t wait to paint the baby’s room and redo the floors.  Paint our bedroom and clean the kitchen.  Hang up new drapes and sterilize the bathrooms.  I. Can’t. Wait.  It brings me to tears thinking that our daughter will officially have her own room and my husband and I will have a kitchen with more than 1 cabinet and 1 drawer.

Bottom line.  Life. Is. Good.

My Weekend

Safe to say that I have an amazing husband, who gave me a lovely weekend that I’ll never forget.  After a week of being on school vacation and being sick, he announced to me on Friday that we were going away for a weekend.  I didn’t know where we were going, but I knew that he was really excited to have planned something special for us both.

As a lot of expectant parents probably do, we have watching our budgets for the past few months, trying to save as much as possible before our daughter comes.  We’re hopefully closing on our new condo in the next couple of weeks, and then it will be moving/cleaning/unpacking/painting/setting up the baby’s room, which means, not a lot of “us” time.  Well, this weekend was just what we both needed… time alone together.

We headed down to Cape Cod and did a little bit of baby shopping.  My husband bought his first gift for our little girl… a little stuffed sheep that is so cozy and cute that I’m resisting the urge to cuddle with it myself.  He’s so proud of it and can’t wait for the day that our little girl can’t go anywhere without her “lamby”.  We stopped and had a delicious lunch and then headed for the inn.  We made it up to our room, and we snuggled up for a little nap.  These days sleep is one of my favorite things to do and I try to get it whenever I can.  After a very short sleep, we woke up and headed for the spa.  We had a couple’s massage (mine of course was prenatal), and it was amazing.  We were both so relaxed and calm and didn’t have a care in the world.  Every pregnant woman needs to get a massage at some point during her pregnancy… it’s a must do.  Granted, getting up onto the table and positioned on the pillows is a bit of a challenge, but trust me… TOTALLY WORTH IT.  Afterwards, we headed up to the room to change and then went to an amazing dinner.  Being on the Cape, my husband of course had fish, while I had the filet mignon… and this was delicious.  I literally cleaned my plate, as did he, and we still had room for a lovely chocolate dessert. Our conversation mostly consisted of baby talk… not that kind of baby talk… but talking about our baby.  Wondering what she’ll look like, who she’ll look like, what she’ll like to do, what she’ll like to eat.  It was perfect.  Of course, bed time was soon behind.

Waking up this morning we both didn’t want to leave, but of course, it was inevitable.  We had to head back to East Boston.  Back to reality.  Back to grocery shopping.  Back to laundry.  Back to work.  But, I can say that I won’t ever forget this weekend for as long as I live.  It reminded me how lucky I am to have found, and married, such an amazingly caring man.  Our daughter already has such a great Dad.  I can’t wait to see my two loves together.

Now, this is of course a rather sappy post… more than most of you bargained for… of course the weekend was full of lots of laughter and learning, so I will share with you some lessons of the weekend…

1. Any place that leaves chocolate on my pillow is a place I want to stay forever.

2. Ladies, if you find a man who lets you eat BOTH of the above mentioned chocolates, marry him.  I did

3. Even when I have to order my steak well done, filet minon is still one of my favorite all time dishes… especially when it comes with asparagus and mashed potatoes.

4. Something happens after week 32 of pregnancy that makes certain intimate activities rather difficult (but not impossible).

5. I thought being pregnant, I wouldn’t have to worry about buying any kind of pantyliners/pads… well, I was wrong.  Very.  Wrong.  Luckily, my doctor said it’s normal… not pleasant… but normal.

6.  Marylou’s iced mochachinno’s are still one of my weaknesses.

7.  Prenatal massages should be mandatory AND covered by insurance.

8.  My husband is one of the greatest men I know.  He has taken such great care of me over the past several months.  I know that he will continue to do so for the rest of my life.  Nothing beats that feeling.

That’s about it for now.  Good night all.  It’s been a long weekend, and I gotta head back to work tomorrow

As always, thanks for reading!

I Love My Pilot, Do You?

So, it’s time again for me to chat quickly about being the wife of a regional airline pilot.  Nightline had an episode a couple of weeks back addressing the issue of pilot fatigue, and touching upon the poor working conditions that regional pilots are often faced with.  If you fly once a year, once a month, or once a week, please take a few minutes to watch the first segment.

http://abcnews.go.com/watch/nightline/SH5584743/VD55111185/nightline-209-pilot-fatigue

When you’re done watching, if you’re angered by what you see, then click on the link below to let your opinions be heard.  Congress is talking about the airlines, and I think as much of the flying public should be included as possible.

http://capwiz.com/capapilots/issues/alert/?alertid=19337501

Thanks for taking the time to read and watch.  Airline safety is a very important issue to me (for obvious reasons), but it should be very important to all of you.  I wouldn’t want a surgeon operating on me who hadn’t slept well the night before, and I damn sure don’t want a tired pilot flying me anywhere.