They say if you wait to have a baby until you can actually afford one, you'll never have one! This is true!
If you wait for that time in your life, when everything is perfectly in sync, no struggles, plenty of money, everything's good.....you won't have one either.
Fifteen years ago, March 8, 1999, we were blessed with Collin, who actually only cost $10.00, due to very good insurance. However, he had to be delayed for 6 years, until we had insurance again, because David was adamant about not having a baby without coverage.
Little did we know that waiting for insurance would only make that one aspect of Collin's arrival, easier, because otherwise, our life was in total chaos!
First off, for some idiotic reason, we decided to sell our house, during my pregnancy. Did I mention the word....idiotic? 15 years later, for the life of me, I can't remember why this was so important, that we couldn't have waited a little longer.
So, our house was up for sale during the last few months of my pregnancy, which meant total chaos, such as packing boxes, trying to finish Ted's kindergarten year of homeschooling, and David finding termites in a wall in the garage, the day the realtor was coming by!
A few weeks later, I was put on bed rest and my mom had to come from "far away" to help her poor daughter, who I'm sure, was no picnic to be around.
I remember laying on the couch while my mom packed up all my belongings into boxes and David was in the kitchen trying to cook spaghetti for the first time ever. Why they didn't switch roles, I'll never know, but regardless.......I was not happy laying there while life went on around me.
Fast forward a few weeks and Collin ended up coming three weeks early!
He only weighed 4 lbs. 12 oz when born and 4 lbs. 8 oz when we brought him home. But, although he was small, he was perfect, so we were good to go.
After bringing him home, our house sold and David lost his job. See? Perfect timing! Did I mention that we purposely waited 6 years to have this baby? Yeah, we just thought we were in charge!
So, in our haste to move out and collect our huge profit from the sale (joking), we moved 45 minutes away into the upstairs section of David's uncle's house, which had red shag carpet. You can't make this stuff up, people.
While we were there, in the upstairs, red shag carpet place, I was running up and down stairs multiple times a day, (even though I had had a c-section and wasn't supposed to be taking stairs), in order to fix bottles and food.
David was looking for a job and we were living off of a severance package and unemployment. Thankfully, the profit from the sale of the house, had adequately taken care of any debt we had, which is probably the only thing we did right, during that entire time.
David broke his fingers one day, dealing with a neighbor's horses, and I was basically distraught and claustrophobic living in the upstairs portion of a home I didn't own, with two kids and red carpet that stained your knees if you bent down to pick something up off the floor.
Something had to give!
I won't even go into the rest of the story in detail, but to sum it up, we moved to a friend's mobile home, which was closer to our town and church, but full of bugs and an air widow unit that caught on fire one day. We lost two relatives during that month - one to illness and one in a car accident. David found a job and I demanded (YES, demanded!) that I get my own home or I would be living in the looney bin and he would be doing all of this himself!
So......he bought us a house.
Brand spankin NEW! No bugs. No red shag carpet. No faulty air unit. No stairs.
Just fresh, clean, brick, plenty of room, no one ever lived there....brand NEW!
Awww! We were finally home and I could finally enjoy my brand new baby and Ted, and be a mom, with a back yard and my own space.
Let me just say that those first few months of Collin's little life, were not easy!
And, 15 years later, it looks like he might have suffered a bit........
I think we might have scarred him for life and stunted his growth.......
We probably even kept him from having friends, if you think about all the moving we did......
Poor little child!
It wasn't easy, but we got you here and somehow, you survived!
(Oh, and by the way.....we're smarter now and have given up that whole controlling time thing!)
Happy Birthday Kid!