Real Moms Can Gift Wrap Frying Pans

I spent the morning wrapping my kids Christmas presents. I readily admit that I am an over-achiever but, in this particular case, I did it less as a result of that and more because I simply don't have the room to store the confounded things for the next six weeks.

I love wrapping gifts and this morning was no different. Although I often find it difficult to get into the "Christmas spirit" prior to Thanksgiving. The fact that was about 80 degrees outside didn't help, but it wasn't anything that the ceiling fan and my Josh Groban Christmas CD couldn't remedy.

Box after box, I cut, wrapped, and taped, carefully marking each gift with a child's name as to not forget which box belongs to whom. I moved on to the books. The school teacher in me doesn't let Christmas go by without the gift of a new book for each kid. As I slowly moved through the assortment of presents (sounds like more than it actually was), I kept eyeing one gift in particular. You know the gift. It is the one that is shaped in such a way that it is veritably impossible to wrap with paper. There is one every year. Last year, it was a barrel full of Play-doh. This year it is a play frying pan, complete with lid, and filled with plastic food. I know some of you would just opt for a gift bag, but let's face it, little kids don't care for gift bags and, while I hold them in high esteem for the rest of my gift giving, when it comes to my kids, gift bags don't cut it.

So there it was, staring back at me, taunting me as if to say, "Let's see what you've got, lady...I dare you." Watching it out of the corner of my eye, I proceeded to wrap, label, and pack every other gift until I couldn't put it off any longer. One present left and ten minutes before my eldest walked through the door from school, I took a deep breath and cut a piece of wrapping paper knowing full well that the size didn't matter. It took a good deal of time, but in the end, every inch of that frying pan was covered with wrapping paper. So what if it looks like I wrapped a giant fried chicken leg and placed it under the tree Christmas morning? I comforted myself in knowing that it still far suprassed any gift ever wrapped by my brother-in-law (sorry, Alex, but you know it's true!) and I'm sure my 18-month old won't care in the least.

Take that frying pan!

Ready Or Not, Here It Comes!

The Christmas season is upon us...although I tend to prefer to wait until the day after Thanksgiving to fully embrace it. This year, I don't feel the luxury of putting off my preparations. With three kids under the age of four and the inability to find time to take care of the simple, every day aspects of life, such as going to the bathroom, the holiday season demands that I meet it head-on as early as humanly possible.

I typically begin my Christmas shopping in July. July 25th is unofficially "Christmas In July" at our house and kicks of my Christmas shopping season. I do this for a couple reasons. One, because, quite frankly, by the time July hits, those of us who live in Arizona, have been sweltering for well over 2 months and the hope that the holidays are coming helps to cheer me and offset the occasional urge to off myself as the temperature soars into the 120s. Secondly, from a budgeting stanpoint, it's a necessity. Christmas is definitely my favorite time of the year, but the need and desire to eat for the two months prior to it dictate that I begin shopping during the summer and take advantage of as many "deals" as possible.

That being said, I have nearly completed my Christmas shopping...for the kids, that is. Family shopping remains to be done and sends me into a psychological state I prefer not to discuss, at least until my Xanax prescription is refilled.


Truth be told, however, and we moms can attest to this...the shopping is really the easiest part of the show. Lugging the gifts home, wrapping them, storing them, cleaning the house, baking the goodies, running the errands, shipping the boxes, mailing the Christmas cards, attending countless events, buying and preparing the food, etc. etc. etc. are the things that send us into an emotional frenzy and suck the joy out of the season.


So, while it seams premature to me to begin my Christmas preparations so soon...my hope is that this year I will find some time to sit and enjoy the sights, sounds, and smells of the holidays like I once did.

Top Ten

This is what I like to call the "Top Ten List of Things I Suck At Since I Had a Third Child".
1. Answering the phone
2. Keeping up with laundry
3. Showering daily
4. Making meals that do not include bologna
5. Finishing a book in less than 6 months
6. Remembering to R.S.V.P to an event
7. Providing nurishment for myself in a timely manner
8. Making it through the day without an assortment of goo on my shirt sleeves
9. Getting out of the house during daylight hours
10. Maintaining my blog........

Thirteen Years- Part 1

While the number itself bares little significance, I was surprised to realize earlier in the week that today, August 28, is the day that Fernando and I met...thirteen years ago. It seems odd to me that I can remember events from my life, specifically my adulthood, that happened that long ago as I often feel as if I am still in my teens (despite what my body screams).

I remember the day vividly, it was hot and a bit muggy, as it always is in Phoenix this time of year (to us Phoenicians, 30% humidity is "muggy" and we can certainly feel it). It was my second day of classes at Southwestern College after transferring there as a junior. Only weeks earlier I had gone on a tirade about how much I did NOT want to go to school there. I believe my rant included something about "home school boys" and "Bible college losers", if I remember correctly. I'm certain my mother could recount most of the details if I asked, but seeing as it wasn't one of my finest moments, I think I'll just let it remain in the past.

I do remember one specific comment that was made- something to the effect that probably the only guy that would ever show any interest in me was most likely the only Mexican guy on campus. In the past I had always been favored by the Mexican gentlemen I came in contact with. Although, my experience with them was usually limited to cat calls and lewd comments made entirely in Spanish from soccer fields and/or the cabs of overly-crowded landscaping trucks. Having stated that opinion, just weeks before the start of classes, I vowed to attend class, keep to myself, and in doing so, not give a moments thought to any member of the opposite sex.

The first day of classes went very much as anticipated. I spent most of the day with a gal I had known since childhood, so relieved to have found a familiar face even if she was a Freshman. :)
She encouraged me to join the choir and reluctantly I agreed. The next day I sheepishly entered the choir rehearsal room. It seemed everyone already knew everyone else and I could not figure out how. I came to realize that many of them had spent the previous week in rehearsals as members of a smaller, traveling ensemble. Good for them. I vividly remember walking down a row to an empty seat when I looked up to see this young man entering the room. He had a smile on his face as people greeted him and I froze in my spot. He had a face that I recognized, though I was certain we had never met. I stared at him, trying to figure out why he was so strangely familiar. That's when I heard it. A voice, audible only in my head and certainly not my own, as I immediately began to argue with it as soon as it spoke. It said..."That's the man you're going to marry." And although I flatly denied that prospect, I knew it was true. I didn't know this person's name, or where he was from, but I knew I was going to marry him...whether I liked it or not. As a little girl, I always dreamed of what my future husband would be like and no matter what picture I conjured up in my mind, he never had a face. I now knew why this stranger looked so familiar...it was HIS face that I'd been waiting to see. And I liked it...a lot. Sappy? Maybe. But, definitely Divine and completely wonderful!

Now, I've heard many folks say that God has a sense of humor and it is truly undeniable. Although, I often feel that he's not laughing WITH me quite as much as he's laughing AT me. Picture this...college co-ed on her second day of class lays eyes on, quite literally, the man of her dreams. All she wants is to know something about him...anything. Imagine my excitement as our director began to take roll, calling out each name and awaiting a response. I realized this was my chance. I was going to find out the name of my future husband. I sat in eager anticipation, my heart pounding, my breath caught in my chest, waiting for his name to be called. And then the moment was upon me. Our director looked up, made eye contact with the stranger, sitting only two rows directly in front of me and said, "Fernando".

Slightly more muffled than the first voice in my head was the sound of laughter and the words I so vehemently expressed to my mother only weeks before played over and over in my head. There he was, the man I was going to marry with the face I'd been waiting for...and he was Mexican. I quickly scanned the room and every face on campus for the following week. It was just as I suspected. Not only was he Mexican...he was the ONLY Mexican on campus.

Sad, But True

I find it very sad that I can now only find time to blog once every month...I'm going to make a meager attempt to do some catch up today. Wish me luck!

1 Month Old!

Our munchkin is one month old today. What a sweet and brave little boy we have. Despite all that he's been through over the last four weeks, he is happy and growing strong.

Daniel just loves his baby brother and enjoys singing lullabies to him. He also reminds us constantly to be quiet so we don't wake Isaiah, even when he's not sleeping. Sofia is enamored with her baby "baba" as well and loves to try and grab his face. In the meantime, Isaiah is still looking at all of us with that newborn expression that says "who are you people and what is wrong with you?" A question he will likely verbalize in the coming years. But he loves to be snuggled and sung to and completes our family perfectly.

We are excited to see his little personality emerge over the coming months and to watch him change.

Isaiah's Surgery

Unfortunately for all of us, Daniel's birthday didn't end quite the way we had anticipated. But it did kick off what was, by far, the most frightening 48 hours of our life.

For a few days beforehand, Isaiah was throwing up after practically every feeding. To call it "projectile" didn't quite do it justice, as I personally believe it rivaled Olympic shot put records. I mistakenly assumed he was still adjusting to his formula and perhaps we needed to find something a little more gentle on his tummy. However, Fernando insisted that I call the doctor's office and I'm so glad that he did!

I was expecting them to recommend a particular type of formula and tell me that it was nothing to worry about initially. So, imagine my surprise when I was told to take him immediately to the emergency room at Phoenix Children's Hospital. Fernando came directly home from work and we headed out, leaving Sofia, Daniel, and his birthday cake indefinitely.

When we arrived at the hospital we were taken to an exam room fairly quickly and informed by the doctor that he suspected Pyloric Stenosis , a condition fairly common to infants at this age. Dr. Pickett ordered an ultrasound to confirm the diagnosis and an IV to get some fluids into our little boy who had missed his last feeding. But, because he had gotten so little food over the previous days, his veins were very flat and after four sticks, they were still unable to get an IV in.

The ultrasound confirmed the diagnosis and we were informed that surgery would be inevitable, meaning, not only were they going to operate on our 3 week old, but that feeding him before the next day was impossible. The IV team was called in to make a 5th and, hopefully, final attempt to get an IV in Isaiah's hand or foot. After two more unsuccessful sticks, it was determined that they would attempt to get the IV in his head. Even knowing how common that procedure is for infants, the sheer thought of it was more than I could handle. I couldn't watch and as I sat there knowing what was happening and listening helplessly to the screams of my sweet little boy, I broke down. Little did I know that it would happen countless times over the next 48 hours.

Much to our horror, that attempt failed as well. And we soon found ourselves alone with Isaiah, who was now 6 hours without food, awaiting admittance. Thankfully, he was exhausted from his ordeal and lack of food, so he slept most of the time we waited. We were SO relieved when we were told that our room was ready. We anticipated that we wouldn't sleep much as a result of the anxiety and emotion of the whole experience. But we had NO idea how right we were until we saw our room.

It must have been all over our faces as we walked into about a 15X15 square foot room that was occupied by another patient and his grandparents. Our "side" of the room was just big enough for the crib and one arm chair. At that point, we were feeling pretty hopeless. We are so thankful that God knows our hearts because as soon as the nurse left, the sweet grandma of the baby "next door" came over and asked if she could pray with us, not knowing our background or situation. It was exactly what we needed at that moment and in the moments to come.

It was imperative that Isaiah receive some fluids and we were taken to another room to make another attempt to get an IV in. I stepped outside to meet my brother and sister-in-law, who had brought us a suitcase of stuff to get us through the night and Daddy stayed upstairs with Isaiah. I returned to the room to find Fernando in tears. After eight desperate attempts, the IV team decided to put the IV into Isaiah's neck. We spent the remainder of the night crying and praying over our son.

It was clearly by the grace of God that Isaiah slept soundly through the night, waking very rarely and easily calmed by some sucrose and his pacifier. Fernando and I did our best to catch what little sleep we could (even if it meant sleeping in the car), but had little success. It was by far the longest night of our lives, which would only be followed by the longest day of our lives.

We were expecting surgery the following morning, but when the doctor came to see us, he informed us that it would be at some time between 1 and 4 pm. Isaiah continued to sleep a good portion of the day, but was so hungry that it was getting increasingly difficult to comfort him. Thus, we were both relieved and terrified when transport came to take him to the OR. We were so blessed that Isaiah was at Phoenix Children's Hospital and had the utmost confidence in the doctors and nurses who worked hard to put our minds at ease. But no matter how "simple" a procedure, there is nothing more terrifying than handing over your child (at any age, I imagine) to a surgeon and walking away.

We spent the majority of the time in the chapel waiting for surgery to end, praying and listening to old hymns play from an unknown source. And while there were no words playing, the lyrics resonated in our hears and minds-

"When peace like a river attendeth my way

When sorrows like sea billows roll

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say

It is well, it is well with my soul"

What a relief and tremendous blessing when the doctor emerged from the operating room to inform us that everything went fine and Isaiah was waking up. And nothing felt better than being able to hold him again and try to feed him.

That night, Isaiah ate like a champ keeping down everything he was supposed to and then some. We were thrilled knowing we would get to go home the next day. Since then he has been such a little trooper. He never complains, although we know he must be uncomfortable from his surgery, and he is eating like he's making up for lost time!

We, on the other hand, are still emotionally and physically exhausted from the whole ordeal and are trying to recuperate, but it's a small price to pay to have a beautiful, healthy baby boy.

We are eternally grateful to our family for supporting us while we were at the hospital, by loving on Daniel and Sofia and sitting with us in the surgery waiting room, by praying with us and keeping us company. And we are blessed beyond measure to have the love and prayer support of countless friends and family members from coast to coast. Prayer works and it certainly made a difference to us and in the life of Isaiah over the past week. A huge thank you to our church family for your outpouring of love, for your prayers, words of encouragement, and for your visits. We were so blessed by you! We cannot thank enough the doctors and nurses at Phoenix Children's Hospital for taking impeccable care of our son. And more importantly, we are once again humbled and in awe of the greatness of our Heavenly Father who loves our family so much more than we could possibly know or understand.

Isaiah's first day home

Happy Birthday Buddy!

It's hard to believe that four years ago today our life changed forever with the arrival of our baby boy. The time has flown by even with all that has transpired since. Daniel is an energetic, imaginative, and hilarious little boy. And while we do remember what life was like without him, we wouldn't trade the past four years for anything! We are truly blessed to be his parents and are so looking forward to watching him grow and witnessing all that is in store for him in the years to come.

This year we celebrated Daniel's birthday at Chuck E Cheese, along with our family and what felt like 250,000 of our closest friends. There aren't too many options for celebrating a birthday in Arizona in July that do not include severe dehydration, heat rash, and possible death. And for that reason, it appeared as if 1/2 the population of the Phoenix metropolitan area was at Chuck E Cheese that day. But, in true 4-year-old fashion, Daniel didn't notice the crowds- nor did he care. The day was all about him! Nothing screams "Happy Birthday" to a preschooler louder than balloons, gooey chocolate cake, presents, and a 6 ft tall talking mouse. It was the stuff of dreams to our little boy!

Today, on what Daniel calls his "regular birthday", I had the privilege of taking Daniel to the movies for the very first time to see "Up". Once, we conquered our fear of darkness and theater seating, we settled in with our ginormous popcorn and M&Ms to watch the film. As it turns out, even at 4 years old, Daniel is too light to effectively sit in a movie theater chair by himself without it folding him in half. Thus, I spent 96 minutes watching the film with Daniel in my lap along with 1/3 of the bag of popcorn which he could not seem to get from the bag to his mouth. In spite of it all, we had a blast and Daniel can't wait to go back!

It's a Boy!

We are thrilled to announce the birth of Isaiah Alexander Orona, born Sunday, June 28th, at 9:53 a.m. Isaiah weighted 8 lbs. 1 oz and was 21 1/4 inches long. He is perfectly healthy and as sweet as he can be!

And So It Begins...

After over a week of painful, yet sporadic and seemingly useless contractions, I was fit to be tied and more than ready for the baby to be born. Saturday night I was extremely uncomfortable and even more irritable as I anticipated at least 3 more days of miserable discomfort and an inevitable induction.

However, at 5:00 am on Sunday morning, I was abruptly awaken by the feeling that my water had broken. I jumped out of bed, excited in knowing that the day had finally come! When I got to the bathroom and turned on the light, though, the excitement immediately became fear as I realized I was bleeding heavily. I woke up Fernando and told him we needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible. My parents were called and on their way and I quickly tried to throw the last few things in my suitcase and change, all the while cleaning up the bathroom floor. We were at the hospital before 6:00 a.m. and immediately brought back to triage to be evaluated.

The amount of blood loss was of great concern to the doctor who was called in to examine me. An ultrasound was ordered to see if the placenta was still in tact. It was feared that it had separated or torn and may be in the way thus requiring a C-section. The ultrasound showed the placenta was fine and out of the way, but the bleeding refused to stop.

I was checked and found to be at 5 cm. Contractions had begun shortly after my water broke and were 6-7 minutes apart, at which point the doctor began to think that perhaps the rapid dilation had been the cause of the bleeding. Whatever the case, it was imperative that the baby come quickly.

I was admitted, brought to labor and delivery, and was given my epidural with what seemed like lightening speed. I had also signed much paperwork, including a form giving the okay for a C-section and blood transfusion if necessary. The nurse drew several viles of my own blood to keep on hand and the doctor inserted an internal monitor to better keep track of the baby and my progress.

I was checked again at that point and found to be at 7 cm, all within two hours. Thankfully, baby was doing fine, but my heart rate had jumped up to 134 beats per minute and no amount of medication and/or relaxation techniques could get it to slow. The doctor came in and explained that it was a race against the clock. I had to deliver as soon as possible or an emergency C-section would be inevitable.

Thankfully, we were surrounded my family and dear friends who were waiting for their daughter -in-law to deliver their grand baby just a few doors down. Mom and Lisa entered the room just as the doctor left and I started to cry, falling under the weight of the emotion and fear. My family joined hands and prayed around my bed finishing just as the doctor came back in. Instantly, my heart rate fell to 104. I soon felt another gush of blood and when the doctor came to check announced it was time. He threw on his coat and gloves as nurses rushed to prepare the room. Two pushes and baby's head was out...three...and he was here! Only four short hours from the time we arrived at the hospital. What a whirlwind and what a joy and relief that our baby boy had arrived and was perfectly healthy!

Unfortunately, the bleeding did not stop after delivery and there was still the possibility that a transfusion would be necessary. I was given a shot of Methergine and another bag of Pitocin to be administered over the next four hours. Shortly thereafter, the contraction pain was unbearable. I was given Nubain for the pain and within minutes was happy and pain free. (I will eternally be grateful for legal narcotics!) The Pitocin and Methergine did their job, thankfully, and within a few hours, the bleeding had slowed enough to move me to recovery.

A blood test the following morning indicated that I had lost a significant amount of blood and although my hemoglobin level was below normal it was not as dangerously low as anticipated. I was given the okay to go home later in the day!

I'm so thankful for the prayers of so many friends and family members and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that those prayers are the reason baby and I are home and well.

What's Next?

There are oh so many joys to being pregnant, none of which come in the last few weeks prior to delivery, I might add. Today, I was introduced to yet another one. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my body is finally responding to countless contractions I've experienced over the last 72 hours. That is until my doctor decided that I'd progressed far enough for him to attempt some more "aggressive" methods of natural induction. I vaguely recall at one point during my exam, requesting a stick on which to bite down, but surprisingly enough, was not provided with one.

I was told, however, that the procedure ought to get labor going within the next few days, if not by this evening. Seeing as it is now 10:50 pm and my contractions have not become regular as of yet, I think it's safe to assume that today will not be the day. We will see what happens in the next few.

If for some reason, baby is not here by next Tuesday, the doctor will induce me and we will get to meet our little man...finally!

A Whole Lotta Nothing Going On

Our day began early, at 4:30 am to be exact, with what would be the first of literally dozens of contractions. It was painful enough to wake me from a sound sleep, as was the contraction that came just after 5:00 am. They continued in 30 minute intervals for a couple hours and I was fairly convinced that after time they would get closer together. They did and, although it was slow going, by this afternoon my contractions were closer to 10 minutes apart. Although they weren't unbearably painful (in comparison to some I've had in the past) they did continue to come closer and closer together until they were within 5 minutes of each other, at which point we hopped in the truck and headed to the hospital. With as slowly as things had progressed, we anticipated that it would be a long night.

However, when we got to the hospital and I was examined we found that after over 12 hours of consistent contractions, we had made zero progress (insert "Debbie Downer" music here). My doctor ordered an ultrasound to check fluid levels and make sure the baby was okay. All looked well and I was given some percocet for the pain in hopes that it would help my body relax and progress. It did help the pain and ,while I didn't progress, boy was I happy!

We're glad our baby boy is doing well and is comfy cozy for now. Unfortunately for me, I am home and still having contractions over 16 hours later.... It could be a VERY long weekend!

38 Weeks

One week closer! According to Babycenter.com (my pregnancy bible of choice), our baby has really plumped up. He weighs about 6.8 lbs and is 19 1/2 inches long. His organs have matured and he's ready for life outside the womb. And believe me...we're ready too! Can't wait to meet this little guy and love that he'll be here in a week or two!

Week 37

It's as if I can hear the them from Jeopardy playing in my head all day, every day. We have made it to 37 weeks and been able to manage my blood pressure thanks to countless friends and family who have jumped in to help feed us, clean our house, and entertain our kids. I've been given the green light to move about a little more in hopes to get things rolling, as long as I continue to monitor my blood pressure.

I find myself waking each day and wondering if this could be it and yet fearing that it will be. It is a bizarre paradox I was not expecting to encounter this time around.

I head to the doctor's office this afternoon to see if we're making any progress and my doctor has promised to do everything in his power to "get things moving", an idea that in and of itself raises my blood pressure more than slightly.

Will keep everyone posted...

Check Up

I was finally able to get Sofia to the doctor for her 12 month check up. It was decided, after a trying visit to the last pediatrician, that it was time to find a new doctor. Something about the rude office staff and the fact that the medical assistant insisted that it was necessary for me to take my 10 month old to an off-site lab to have her blood drawn to check for lead and hemoglobin levels, despite the fact that the doctor gave me no such instruction, was evidence enough that change was necessary. Luckily, my OB's wife is a pediatrician in the area and, as soon as I saw she was on our provider list, I made an appointment. What a difference it made!

Sofia was a trooper in spite of the fact that she is getting two more teeth and has been miserable the last two days. No tears during her exam. She just looked at the doctor inquisitively as she listened to her heart and checked her eyes. Unfortunately, our poor baby girl had to get yet another round of immunizations (much harder on mom than her, I think). She is as healthy as can be and is now sleeping soundly through the afternoon

In true Orona fashion, our 12 month old has yet to hit the 20lb mark. Her brother finally arrived around month 15. Sofia is much closer weighing in at a 19lbs. 9 1/2 oz. putting her in the 25th percentile for weight. At 30 inches long she is growing slightly taller than average, which came as a surprise. What was not at all surprising, was the fact that her head measured in the 90th percentile at a whopping 47 cm. She's gonna be one smart cookie!

Our baby girl continues to grow and change each day and is really beginning to share her sweet and fun personality with us. Before we know it, our baby will be a big sister!

And we're going to have to do this check-up/shot thing all over again......I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...

35 Weeks

We're getting closer and I find myself looking forward to Fridays more than ever knowing they bring the start of a new week in our countdown. Our little munchkin is now approximately 18 inches long, which explains why I feel as if my uterus is housing an octopus, and weighs about 5 1/4 lbs- around the same amount as a honeydew melon according to babycenter.com (who comes up with this stuff?).

We have survived the first week alone while Fernando travels and can now cross that off our "list of things that need to happen before baby arrives". We sure missed him, but we are thankful for our friends and family that came to our aid this week providing meals, helping with baths, doing laundry, and playing with the kiddos. We couldn't have done it without you!

This weekend we will embark on our final baby preparation journey (surprise, Babe!). My goal is to get the crib set up, purchase a new dresser for the baby's clothes, and pack my suitcase for the hospital. Then I can clear my head of all the "stuff" that's crowding it. If I can manage to behave myself today, I might even be able to take a short trip to Babies R Us to pick up a few necessary items, although Mom might insist that she push me around in a wheelchair- an idea I was strongly opposed to until recently. It's amazing how desperate one can get to spend time in the outside world after two weeks of watching really bad daytime television.

Each day, we get a little bit closer and the light at the end of the tunnel burns a little brighter! "Thirty-five weeks" has a really nice ring to it! :)

Show And Tell

Today is Daniel's last day of show and tell at school and, as a result, he had his choice of anything he'd like to bring. Here is the conversation that occured this morning while getting ready to head out the door.

"Buddy, it's show and tell day. Do you know what you want to bring? You can bring anything you want."

"I want to bring my shoe"

"Honey, you're going to be wearing your shoes."

"I want to bring my breakfast"

"No, dear, you need to finish your breakfast."

"I want to bring a chair."

...I give up...

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!

One year ago today, I was in a hospital bed in Little Rock, Arkansas, holding our brand-new baby girl. I can't believe how fast the last year has gone and how much she has grown. Here is a look back at the last twelve months...


























Our sweet baby girl,
What a precious gift you are to us. You have brought such joy to our lives in more ways than we thought possible. It's difficult to believe we've had you for a whole year and yet we hardly remember what life was like without you in it. We love your smiles, your giggles, and the way that you make us all laugh with your charming little ways. We know the Lord has big plans for your life and we are so blessed that he has entrusted you to us to love and care for you as you grow. We love our special girl! Happy birthday, baby doll!
-Mommy and Daddy

33 Weeks....and Counting!

Baby and I are officially at 33 weeks today, which sounds a lot better than 32, but not nearly as good as 34 or 35. At any rate, we are all counting down the days and weeks until our munchkin arrives. We are all anxious to meet our little man and I am certainly anxious to no longer be pregnant.

This has, by far, been the most difficult pregnancy of the three. I think it's safe to assume that is primarily because it came so quickly after the second. All things considered, it's been a fairly easy pregnancy- no complications and very little sickness. What's taking it's toll is the seemingly perpetual fatigue and discomfort. It certainly is hard to accomplish anything of consequence during the day, not to mention trying to keep up with two kids. All of that, along with the intense need and complete inability to "nest", causes much frustration.

But, we're getting down to the wire and looking forward to the day we can head to the hospital. In the meantime, here's where we stand according to babycenter.com:

"This week our baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark. He's rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren't fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal. (The pressure on the head during birth is so intense that many babies are born with a conehead-like appearance.) These bones don't entirely fuse until early adulthood, so they can grow as his brain and other tissue expands during infancy and childhood.

Blah, Blah, Blog

So sad that it's been three weeks since I've felt that anything was significant enough in life to share. What can I say? It is what it is. The Oronas are plugging along, taking one day at a time...working, trying to keep up with two VERY active kids, and counting down the days 'til the next one arrives.

Baby and I are 31 1/2 weeks along and looking forward to getting closer and closer to 40! Although I could swear that my body looks as if I'm 41 weeks along, my doctor assures me that I am right on target, measuring 31 inches. Let's just say 31 inches looked a lot smaller the second time around than it does the third. If' I'm being perfectly honest, it FEELS a lot different too. Each subsequent pregnancy seems to exacerbate the discomfort. Everything aches more and tires much more quickly. Eight and a half weeks to go- I think I can...I think I can...

Other than that, we are gearing up for our baby girl's first birthday, finishing preparations for baby Orona#3, and bracing ourselves for 100+ temperatures. Somewhere in there...I'd really like to get some sleep...

Eleven Months Old

Where has time flown? Our baby girl is 11 months old today! It's a bittersweet experience watching her grow. While we revel in each new accomplishment, we regretfully say goodbye to the "baby days" we know we will never have with her again. Thank goodness for digital cameras and camcorders!!!

At eleven months old, Sofia is a bundle of energy. She is constantly on the move and can travel from one room in the house to another at lightening speed. Sofia is a nosey-body and loves to explore and be a part of everything that doesn't necessarily include her. She can be found in the middle of ANY and all situations.

As for her accomplishments this month, Sofia is now beginning to stand on her own, without holding on to anything. She loves to wave "bye bye" and can say "all done", with and without sign language. Sofia is a giggler and loves to laugh. She continues to be enfatuated with her brother who loves to carry on conversations with her by imitating her sounds. Sofia loves her baby doll and playing with her brother's play kitchen. She continues to be full of smiles and snuggles and brightens each day!

Dialogue with a 3 1/2 Year Old

"Honey, can you get Mommy the mayonnaise out of the fridge?"
"Okay, Mama. Which one's the mayonnaise, Mama?"
"It's white and it's in a jar with a blue lid."
"This one, Mama?"
"Yes, Love, that's the mayonnaise."
"This isn't mayonnaise, this is butter, Mama."
"Well, it looks a little like butter, but it's mayonnaise."
"Oh! My bad, mama."

Drama Queen

That's me! Recently I've been feeling like I haven't gotten enough attention from friends and family, so I determined a trip to the hospital and the possibility of a preterm delivery was just the thing I needed to get my loved ones to focus on me for a while. And it worked!

Are you sensing my sarcasm? I hope so because I'm laying it on pretty thick-

More accurately speaking, this morning I became a tad nervous when I felt something similar to my water breaking the day I delivered Sofia. I ignored it for a while, until it happened again a few hours later. I called the doctor's office and, being that I am only 27 weeks along, was told by the nurse to head directly to the labor and delivery department at the hospital.

When we arrived, the monitor indicated that I was having fairly regular contractions and the look on the nurse's face led us to believe that there was much more cause for concern than we had originally anticipated. We were told that she would do an exam and, if in fact my water had broken, we would most likely be sent downtown to Good Samaritan where the advanced NICU is.

Immediately we had visions of our little one hooked up to countless tubes and monitors and daily trips to the NICU to be with him/her. There was also great possibility of an extended hospitalization for me in hopes to let the baby's lungs mature prior to delivery. We did a lot of praying in the triage room as we awaited the results of the test.

That few minutes seemed like hours as we waited, but the news was definitely worth the wait. My water had not broken, my contractions began to slow, and everything was as it should be. I received extensive instructions before being discharged and will return to the doctor's office on Monday for my scheduled exam. We are so thankful that everything is okay and our little one is healthy.

I Heart New York- Part 2

On Monday, we left the hustle and bustle of the city and headed to Basking Ridge, NJ, home of Verizon Wireless. Basking Ridge is a quiet little town and it was the perfect contrast to two busy days in the city. This pregnant woman was ready for some R & R. We found a cute little restaurant for lunch and retired to our hotel room for the evening, where we both crashed out and slept through dinnertime. Around 8:00 pm we finally manged to get downstairs to the hotel restaurant for something to eat.

Tuesday, poor Fernando headed to the office early and I, after picking up breakfast for myself, returned to the hotel and fell asleep...again. That afternoon, I braved the New Jersey highway system (GPS in hand, naturally) and found my way to a shopping center. Oh how I enjoyed shopping without children in tow!

The next day, I ventured out yet again, this time with a mission to visit my childhood home (which also happened to be my mother's childhood home) and our old town. It was a good 40 minute drive, but time passes quickly when you have NO idea where you are. Much gratitude to the inventor of the personal navigation system for keeping me from getting lost somewhere in central Jersey. Here are some highlights from my afternoon of gallivanting-

Our old house at 22 Califon Drive in Colonia, NJ. My grandparents had this house built over 50 years ago and my parents purchased it from them when my sister and I were little. I remember playing in the snow in the front yard and in our playroom downstairs. I even remember the view of our backyard from my bedroom window.

The front entrance of School 21, my sister's elementary school. It was within walking distance from our house and I recall many mornings and afternoons, sitting in my stroller on the sidewalk outside this building, dropping her off or picking her up.

The grocery store where mom used to buy me giant dill pickles from a ginormous glass jar on the deli case.

What was once Vicaro's Italian Bakery. Our favorite place. Only one word is necessary...YUM!

Upon returning to the hotel, I got changed and ready to have dinner with my godmother, whom I haven't seen in 29 years, as well as my aunt and cousins. We enjoyed dinner at this little Italian hole in the wall- aah the joys of eating restaurant Italian food prepared and served by actual Italians.

The Marciante girls (minus my mom and sister). From left to right- my cousin, Lauren, my aunt, Nancy (mom's sister), moi, my cousin and godmother, Carla, her daughters, Marissa and Mariel.

It was so fun to catch up and spend time with my extended family.

On Thursday it was time to head back to the airport and return home to our kiddies, whom we missed terribly!

Until our next adventure....

I Heart New York- Part 1

It's been years in the making, but we finally got to take a trip to New York. A big thank you to Verizon for locating their headquarters in Basking Ridge, NJ, and requiring Fernando to be there this past week. An even bigger thank you to our parents for being willing to come stay with our kiddos while we enjoyed a few extra days in the city.

We arrived at Newark airport around 4:30 Saturday and took the first of many death rides into the city. The shuttle dropped us off at our hotel in the heart of Midtown and we checked in. Upon our arrival we were greeting by swarms of "New York's Finest" who had blocked off the street alongside our hotel in the aftermath of the "America's Next Top Model" stampede that left at least one model hopeful unconscious. Welcome to the city! :) That night it was off to a little Italian restaurant around the corner and a stroll down to Times Square.

Sunday morning we engaged in our own walking tour of the city as we headed down 5th Ave. We enjoyed seeing in person Rockefeller Center, NBC studios, Radio City Music Hall, St. Patrick's Cathedral, and Bryant Park. I quietly revelled in the glory that was Saks 5th Ave, Prada, Cartier, and Ferragamo (insert blissful sigh, here), and mentally began planning the shopping trip of a lifetime. We chuckled as we past stores like Best Buy, Staples, and Babies R Us sprinkled intermittently between the iconic New York scenes. By the time we had walked 14+ blocks we decided to return back to the hotel and rest for a bit before lunch.

That afternoon, my aunt and uncle picked us up at our hotel and took us for lunch at a trendy French restaurant in the West Village. After that, we embarked on a historical tour of the entire island, courtesy of my Uncle Bill. Seeing as how he was raised in New York and currently works there, he was just the man for the job. We cruised around "the horn", through lower Manhattan and up the east side. There was a moment of quiet as we passed by Ground Zero and so many scenes of that day flew through our heads. The day before I had a strange glimpse of what I can only imagine people seeing on September 11th. I happened to glance up between the buildings and saw a plane heading toward one of the airports. It was well above the city still, but from my point of view, watching it fly overhead and disappear into the skyline sent chills down my spine.

We drove up along the East River to see Wall Street, the UN, the Brooklyn Bride (and Brooklyn itself), and the Upper East Side. We ended up on the upper West Side where we parked and strolled over to Central Park.

It was a chilly day and much of the city is still showing the signs of winter, but the park was still a wonderful place to be!

After returning to our hotel, we changed and caught a cab down to the East Village to see the show Stomp. It. Was. Awesome. There is no other word to describe it. After that it was a quick slice of pizza (or two!) and took another "death ride" back to the hotel. It was a long day and we were officially exhausted.

Monday morning we got off to a slow start, but managed to head across the street and have lunch at the Carnegie Deli before heading back to New Jersey. There's nothing that screams New York more than a pastrami or corned beef sandwich on rye, complete with a chocolate egg cream and a black and white cookie, of course!

Most of what is truly wonderful about New York would be overlooked by the average visitor. It's the attitude, the energy, and the history that make it so unique and so special. Gertrude Stein once said, "America is my country, but Paris is my home town". That's exactly how I feel about New York. Not only is my family history deeply rooted in this great city, but there is something about it that runs through me- in the marrow of my bones. I feel at home when I'm there and miss it terribly now that I'm gone. I can't wait to go back. It's not just a novelty to me, it's a necessity.

So Big Girl!

In typical "slacker" fashion, Sofia had her 9 month well child check up today- just 7 days shy of the 10 month mark.

The entire process provided enough material for a blog all it's own. But, in an attempt not to bore you with the lengthy description of the idiocy of the medical assistants at the pediatrician's office, I will avoid any further commentary on the subject.

On a happier note, I am pleased to report that we have a perfectly healthy, albeit rather large headed, baby girl.

Sofia weighed in at a featherweight 18lbs 6 oz and measured 28 inches long. Her 18 inch cranium, placed her well above average for head size, and earned her a respectable spot in the 95 percentile. Poor baby has to have a head that large to accommodate her beautifully colossal eyes and eyelashes!

She was such a trooper as she endured another round of immunizations as well as all the poking and prodding that accompanies a trip to the doctor.

Sofia is officially on the move and refuses to sit still for any amount of time. She loves to clap, say "mama" and "dada" indiscriminately, and giggle at her brother. She is now pulling herself up like a pro and loves to stand. She also manages to find the most random, and often, prohibited objects to play with- including, but not limited to any and all electronic equipment, power cords, trash cans, DVDs, and shoes. But nothing compares to the joy she finds by looking at herself in the mirror.

Our sweet girl is full of smiles and just as sweet as she can be, with rarely a complaint. She sleeps like a champ- thank goodness- and is a willing eater (shocking!).

We are so blessed to watch her grow!

Happy Birthday to Me

...and a happy birthday it was! I'm so lucky to be married to a man who determines to make my birthday special each year and make sure that I feel loved and appreciated. He always succeeds! Thanks babe!

This year, I was treated to having my house cleaned professionally. What a way to start the weekend! My birthday morning, I received the second gift, a Chi- something I've wanted for what seems like forever, but NEVER would have purchased for myself. (incidentally, my 3rd gift was the ability to do my hair in about 5 minutes!) We then headed over to my parent's house for an amazing birthday breakfast, which included egg & green chile casserole, crispy bacon, home style potatoes, bagels and cream cheese, fresh berries, and coffee cake. A pregnant woman's dream! Gift #4 was the offer to stay home with the kids so that my mom and I could spend the day shopping. One of the things I missed the most about being away from home was our "girl's days out". Mom and I haven't gotten to have many since we returned, so that was a special part of the day.

The party continued today when Fernando's family came over for lunch and cake. It was really the first time we've all been together since the holidays and a blessing that everyone was healthy enough to be there. Fernando did all the shopping, prepared and served the food, and cleaned up. What a sweet guy to spoil me so much! I couldn't have asked for a better birthday, and more, importantly, a better hubby.

Let the Slacking Begin...

Truthfully, it began about 48 hours after I found out I was pregnant for the 2nd time in 12 months. :) As we get closer and closer to welcoming our newest addition and temperatures continue to rise (is it really going to be close to 90 degrees this weekend?), I become lazier and lazier and so does my mind. My baby girl reached the 9 month mark last week and I failed to recognize it. Not only that, but she still has not visited her doctor for her "well-child" check-up since she was 6 months old. Sad, but true. I did manage to make an appointment and we will be going in a couple of weeks, just shy of her 10 month birthday. :) Better late than never, right??? That's what I keep telling myself. In my defense, I did manage to get the dog to the groomer this week (which was LONG overdue) and help Daniel finish his school project. I even finished a few loads of laundry and cleaned a bathroom (insert momentary pause for applause here). It's amazing what you can accomplish when you set the bar pretty low.

My New Favorite Song

Anyone who knows me well is aware of the fact that my all-time favorite musician is Sting. He has a style that no one can duplicate and a purity to his voice that is second to none (not to mention his amazing vocal control and freakishly vast range). All that to say, it should come as no surprise that I've listened to each of his albums more than a few times. But, the other day, I actually "heard" one of his songs for the very first time. Perhaps that's because I was able to steal away some time alone and the music wasn't drowned out by a crying baby or a 3 year old constantly demanding snacks. For the first time I was able to pay attention to the lyrics of the song and I was amazed at what I heard.

I'm familiar with some details of Sting's background after having read his book, "Broken Music" , and none of it aligns with the words he wrote to this song. It left me wondering what personal experience prompted him to pen these lyrics as they are such a beautiful picture of life without Christ and the freedom that comes with the salvation that only He can give.

(I recommend opening the following link in another window)

http://www.esnips.com/doc/80649d4f-dabb-4237-8409-3e86dd555e2d/Sting---Dead-Mans-Rope

Dead Man's Rope

A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
As days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes
I just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand years

Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,

If you're walking to escape, to escape from your affliction
You'd be walking in a great circle, a circle of addiction

Did you ever wonder what you'd been carrying since the world was black?
You see yourself in a looking glass with a tombstone on your back.

Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain,
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain .

All this wandering has led me to this place

Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space

Now I'm suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope
Yes I've been walking, now I'm hanging from a dead man's rope

With Hell below me, and Heaven in the sky above
I've been walking,
I've been walking away from Jesus' love

Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain

All this wandering has led me to this place

Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space

The shadows fall
Around my bed
When the hand of an angel,
The hand of an angel is reaching down above my head

All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness

Now I'm walking in His grace

Now I'm walking in His grace

I'm walking in his footsteps , walking in his footsteps,
Walking in his footsteps, walking in his footsteps,

All the days of my life I will walk with You
All the days of my life I will talk with You
All the days of my life I will share with You
All the days of my life I will bear with You

Walk away from anger, walk away from pain
Walk away from anguish, walk into the rain.

Valentine's Fun!

This morning was fun, fun, fun as we headed to Daniel's preschool for his first Valentine party. Daniel had fun decorating a cookie, making a craft, and passing out valentines to his new friends. He left with a red balloon and a bag FULL of goodies. I left with even more appreciation and respect for his teachers- two very sweet, patient, and brave women! Thanks Miss Heidi and Miss Nikki for such a fun day!

Here are some highlights...

Where Do You Place Your Hope?

Few words have been tossed around these days as much as the word "Hope". We have been inundated with messages that hope is finally a possibility (some have gone so far as to say it's a reality) with the election of our new president. Why are we so quick to put hope in an individual who has yet to prove himself? Talk is cheap and so many have made promises that they haven't been able to, or never intended to keep. We don't put that much hope in newly purchased appliances or vehicles. That's why we spend money on extended warranties. Things don't always work out the way they are "supposed" to and we readily accept that as if it is the norm, unless it comes to political leadership. Then we are quick to place blame and point fingers. Suddenly, for some reason, this man is our answer. Really? Don't we realize that men are fallible? Why do seemingly intelligent people put HOPE in men? Our hope shouldn't be in any president- past, present, or future. Until we realize this, America, our future is hopeless.

Hope, by definition, is "the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best". Only One can give us that guarantee- someone who's proven Himself time and time again.

Psalm 33:18-22

But the Lord watches over those who fear him, those who rely on his unfailing love. He rescues them from death and keeps them alive in times of famine. We put our hope in the Lord. He is our help and our shield. In him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in his holy name. Let your unfailing love surround us. Lord, four our hope is in you alone.

Growing Up!

It's happening, whether I want it to or not! Our little boy is growing up. Today was Daniel's first official day of preschool, something I was looking forward to...until I dropped him off. He was so excited and ran to give hugs to his teachers, Miss Nicole and Miss Heidi, both of whom are friends of ours from church and probably the best teachers he could have in the world! Backpack and water bottle in hand, he waved goodbye and I turned to head back to the car. Initially, I was looking forward to a quiet morning at home alone with Sofia, who would be napping most of the time. But I found the quiet surprisingly disturbing as I realized my little boy is growing up and, little by little, needing me less.

The best part of the day, for me anyway, was pulling up outside his school and seeing his little happy face. He told me all about the games he played, the songs he sang, the stories he heard, and the friends he made. He can't wait until Thursday...that makes one of us.

It's A...

Surprise! We had our 18-week ultrasound today and made the decision to not find out the sex of the baby. Probably the hardest decision I've ever had to make, what with my OCD and all. Fortunately we are not masochistic enough to have the results in an envelope, taunting us. The good news? We have a perfectly healthy baby...something and we're thrilled. Can't wait to share what God's decided to give us this summer!

Birthday Girl

Our baby girl is 8 months old and as pretty as ever! Sofia is a woman on the move and beginning to crawl everywhere she can. Her favorite toys are her Baby Einstein exersaucer, a pink rock-a-stack, and the television remote control, which she will go to great lengths to reach. Sofia loves to squeal with delight and we've already caught her singing with the radio! She loves music and will stop dead in her tracks if she hears anyone singing. We are so blessed and in love with our little beauty.

Sweetness

This might just be one of those moments only a mother could love, but it was so precious I had to share it...

Every night before bed, like most people we know, we read books with Daniel and say our prayers. The prayers of a three-year-old are fairly simplistic, especially since this is a concept that Daniel is just beginning to learn. Traditionally they go something like this...

"Dear Jesus,
Thank you for Mommy and Daddy and baby Sofia, and Grandma and Peepaw, and Nana and Tata, and Aunt Nancy and Wunka Wade, and Tio Alex and Tia Julie...."

You get the picture. Ordinarilly, Daniel needs some assistance in listing every member of our family that he is thankful for, but inevitably he gets them all.

Today, we had a wonderful time with the Bouie's at Eboni's birthday party where Daniel got to run around on the playground and eat cupcakes. It really doesn't get any better than that for a little boy. Naturally, in the course of his running, he fell and, ever so slightly, skinned his knee. Regardless of how minor the injury may have seemed, it made an impression on Daniel. Tonight's prayer was something a little different and entirely from Daniel's heart.

It went like this...

"Dear Jesus,
Thank you for Mommy and Daddy and Sofaloafaloafapia. And I pray for my bunka knee, and for my knee. 'Cuz today I went to the park and jumped on the slide and I fell and I bunka knee. And I pray for my knee. Thank you, Jesus, for dying on the cross for my sins.
In Jesus name I pray, Amen."

(Insert tears here)

It is so precious that Daniel knows he is speaking to God and that He will help his knee feel better! I think my favorite part is that he explained how he bunked his knee- as if God had no idea. :) So sweet and innocent! Naturally, we pray that Daniel will grow in the knowledge of the Lord, know Him as his personal Savior, and live to serve Him. We are so blessed that he is surrounded by others who help to pour truth into his little life. A special thank you to our family, friends, and our church family at PVC.

And yes, Button, Jesus will help your bunka knee!

Bad Chemistry

Science was never my favorite subject in school, nor the one that I excelled at. And when it came time for chemistry my junior year of high school, I worked really hard to keep my grades up. I memorized the elements and learned how to solve all the equations, but I always felt like it was all just a little beyond me. In the chemistry of life, however, there is one thing I am certain of. There are two elements that DO NOT mix... a stubborn 3-year-old and a fresh batch of pregnancy hormones. Every day has been more of a challenge than the one before and I am reluctant to assume it will get any better between now and July. In my previous entry I relayed the story of my failure as a parent in laughing at Daniel's indignation. "This is idiculous" is now his favorite phrase and one that has lost all humor (Not to mention that it has been joined by "Give me a break" and "Did you hear what I said?"). The following is a list of things that Daniel now deems "idiculous".

• Eating
• Having his hair brushed
• Not throwing things at his sister
• Wearing underwear
• Using the toilet
• Washing his hands
• Brushing his teeth
• Cleaning his playroom
• Wearing shoes
• Going to bed

I'm no longer laughing...

Horrible Mother

No, not my mother, me! I'm the horrible mother. It can't be a good thing when your 3 year old talks back and you crack up laughing. But sometimes I just can't help it. Case in point-

This morning, as Fernando is in the bedroom working, Daniel decides it's the ideal time to chase the dog around with one of her toys causing her to bark uncontrollably. I sternly told him to stop and that playing with Kona was not okay at the moment. That lasted all of about 5 minutes, until his male preschool brain said, "hey, I think it would be fun to play with the dog!" and he proceeded to pick up the toy and chase Kona around yet again. This time, I was much more stern, as I should have been. But, since I was confined to the couch, feeding his sister there was little I could do apart from ordering him to stop at which point he threw the dog toy down, put his hand on his hip, and said, "this is idiculous!"

What else could I do, but cover my face with Sofia's burp cloth and crack up? SO not good!