Wow!  It has been 3 yrs since I have last posted on this blog!  In all honesty, in the midst of all of the chaos, I forgot about this blog.  Actually, I was considering starting a new one in the past few weeks, with no recollection of my previous blogging.  So imagine my surprise when I looked onto blogspot to look at my daughter's classroom blog to find my handle and blog!  Rather ironic...To catch you up on the last 3 yrs, M has now been hospitalized 6 times (and you wonder how I could forget about a blog?!)--3 for Celiac Dx (hark--a diagnosis!), one for food poisening and another one for pneumonia--all before the age of 2 ys.  Reckoning that all of this chaos was behind us, since M is now 4 yrs and has not needed a serious medical intervention since the occupational therapist was discharged at about age 2.5 yrs, life marched on.  I had another baby--on the same date that I had M, no less!  They are three years and one hours apart.  He was a planned c-section (if you have read my previous post on the birth of M you totally understand why) and I was negotiating his delivery date with the OB.  She wanted to do the c-section the day after M's birthday.  I just figured 2 kids in 2 days forever more--the birthday madness might kill me.  So the OB rescheduled the surgery for the following week.  Then, I went into labor.  However, it did not hurt, so I actually thought the contractions were Braxton Hicks and went to bed.  They (whoever they are) weren't kidding when they said induction hurts a heck of a lot more than a natural birth.  When the contractions woke me at 3am, I knew it was the real deal.  My bag was not even packed this time as I was not scheduled for my c-section for another week.  Nothing like breathing through a contraction while instructing the hubby what to put in your bag.   An hour later (we had to wait for the grandparents to come and take care of M.), we were on the way to the hospital (a 30+ minute drive) with the contractions 5 minutes apart.

As I discovered after my first c-section, I am allergic to tape.  I was given an allergy band which was then cut off by the nurse who was going to insert the IV into the same hand.  However, she did not read it before she cut it off.  My hubby stopped her from putting the tape on me when it was less than an inch from my skin--thank-goodness!! I have enough scarring from the tape they put on me the last delivery....Well, my beautiful baby boy was born at 6 lbs, 11oz.   I had a nurese in the recovery room who understood Fibromyalgia and I got stellar after care, unlike my first experience which was at what was supposedly the top birthing hospital in the country...However, when I managed to rip my c-section when I bent down to talk to M., I had no medical support from the hospital.  I ended up being chauffered to the GP every 5 days for Oxycontin as the pain is excruciating.  Since there was recently a change in legislation, I could only get 5 days worth at a time.  Sigh....After 2 wks of this schlepping, I just got fed up and stopped taking it cold turkey.  Oops! I learned the hard way that you can be physically addicted, without the psychological addiction.  I had the shakes, the sweats, ---detox hell.
But, once again, all worth it in the end.