Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Oh Boy, Do I Have Some Catchin' Up to Do!

Hey, there!  Whatchy'all been doin' lately?  Have you been wondering what I've been up to (other than not posting anything on this blog)? 

Well, hold onto your hats, because I'm going to take you on a whirlwind ride here through the past ten days.  A LOT can surely happen in ten days, let me tell you.  Not the least of which is seeing the baby boy in this picture (taken shortly after he was born in 1986)
holding his own baby boy 28 years later.  (Talk about deja vu all over again!)
But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

Okay, so we were out at Notre Dame (our home away from home) with our oldest and youngest sons (our "book end" boys) on October 4--not quite enjoying a tailgate in the cold, pouring rain, but muscling through it because that's what you do when you're a die-hard ND football fan--when we got a call from son #3 with some exciting news: it looked like Preciosa was in labor and they would be heading over to the hospital.  Not quite a week before his official due date, little G-Man realized that his mommy had had enough already of carrying around his 8 lb. 3 oz. self.  She was anxious to finally meet him, and being the good son that he is, he decided to oblige.
G-Man's "book end" Pearl uncles.
Like most first labors and deliveries, this one was long and tough.  Preciosa's mom and dad took off from Florida when they heard it was go time and drove 12 hours through the night, thinking they would probably arrive after their first grandchild had been born.  But even though Preciosa had been at 10 cm hours earlier, she still hadn't delivered by the time they reached the hospital.  After hours of pushing (too many hours, in my book), G-Man finally came into the world before lunchtime on Sunday October 5.  He and Preciosa were both battered and bruised, and the poor little guy had a bit of a cone head; but otherwise both mom and baby were doing just fine.  And shortly after his entrance into the world, G-Man met his maternal grandparents.

Papa and I were in the stands at the Notre Dame v. Stanford game on Saturday night while our poor daughter-in-law labored, but because of the miserable weather we left at half-time (something we have never done before--but believe me, the second half was a lot more enjoyable in the warm, dry living room of the rental house we were sharing with some other family members, including our oldest son and his wife and three daughters).

The next morning, we went to Mass at the Basilica, and afterward we hopped on a plane and three-legged it to VA to meet our new grandson, with stops in Detroit and NYC along the way.  By the time we got to the hospital Sunday night, it was after 11:00 p.m.; but visiting hours were 24/7, so we stayed for a few hours and got acquainted with G-Man, who is just as precious as can be.  Then we spent all day Monday at the hospital with the sweet little family of three and our daughter-in-law's parents, taking turns holding the baby and running out for not-hospital food for the tired new parents.

So, would you like to see some pictures?  Thought so.  But get prepared for some killer cuteness.  (And make sure to note the matching father-son going home outfits, which our boy received from his wife on Father's Day.)


 
 

So that was the biggest thing that happened since we last spoke, obviously.  After spending just a short time with this adorable little human (who just happens to look an awful lot like his old man used to look, back in the day), we had to get back on an airplane Tuesday morning and two-leg it back home.  Because bright and early on Wednesday, I was scheduled to have surgery to have one of my parathyroid glands removed.  (Remember I told you about that?)

So on the morning of October 8, I went in for surgery.  And while I was still in recovery, the doctor told my husband that all had gone well, and that in the hundreds of hundreds of procedures like this he's performed, my tumor-like gland was more than twice as big as the biggest one he'd ever removed.  It was about the size of a walnut, he said.  When my husband told me this, I immediately smiled and said, "I win!"  Because what I've learned over the years in my testosterone-heavy household is that everything is a competition.  Everything.  Of course, our boys came back with some hilarious comments when they heard I'd called myself a winner.  My middle son, the new dad, said, "Mom, you're the Lebron James of parathyroid tumors."  My second oldest son, who was texting to go over some details for his upcoming wedding, started with, "By the way, congrats on your award-winning tumor."  My older brother--my bestest childhood buddy and the guy who prepared me for life as the mother of a boatload of boys--said he was going to have the gland bronzed for me so I could put it in my trophy case. Is it any wonder why I love boys so much, and why I feel privileged that God gave me five of them to raise?

Anyway, I'm totally cured of hyperparathyroidism now.  The only reminder I have is a scar about 2-3 inches long on my neck, but over time it should fade and blend in with one of the natural creases that's already there.  For my son's wedding in November, I plan to hide it under my vintage "Pop-It Bead" faux pearl necklace, which I can adjust to any length I want.
(No, I'm not going to wear the awesome Etsy necklace I had made specifically for the wedding...because for one, it doesn't cover the scar; and for two, I totally changed my mind, ditched the pale green suit that clung a little too tightly to my nether region and had me worrying about undergarment lines, and bought a new dress at David's Bridal.  As I said, it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind...)

So, do you think all the excitement ended with the operation on Wednesday?  Silly readers, of course it didn't!  I spent Wednesday night in the hospital, and before I was discharged on Thursday morning, I asked the doctor if it was okay to travel by airplane the next day (because my husband got tickets to every single Notre Dame home game this season, you see, and the Irish were playing North Carolina on Saturday).  And he gave me the thumb's up, saying I could do whatever I felt comfortable doing.  So with the help of a prescription of souped-up Tylenol and some anti-embolism stockings to wear on the flight, on Friday morning I was winging my way out to the Midwest once again with my best guy in the seat next to mine.  After spending a night with our oldest son's family, we headed over to South Bend early Saturday morning to set up our tailgater and visit with two of my husband's brothers and their wives--and our youngest son, of course, along with this buddies and their parents.

The tailgater was worlds better than the one the weekend before, because this time we had glorious fall football weather: sunny and in the 50's.  It was a perfect day all around, ending with another Irish win.
Sisters-in-law make the best friends.
We drove back to our son's house in Michigan after the game, and Sunday morning we went to Mass with his family at their parish church.  Afterwards, there was a pancake breakfast in the church hall, and while there I had the pleasure of meeting one of my favorite bloggers, Dwija.  She is every bit as beautiful, funny, and charming in real life as she appears to be on her blog.  She and her little ones, with their deep-dimpled smiles, are utterly adorable.  I've now met three of my favorite bloggers, IRL (as they say): Katrina outside the Basilica of the Sacred Heart, just before Mass; Rosie when I was down in VA visiting my second-oldest son, just after Mass, as we were heading out the door of the church; and now Dwija in the church hall after Mass.  I think it's amazing--and totally apropos--that every time I meet a Catholic blogger I admire, it's in or near a church, before or after Mass!

Sunday, we two-legged it back home, and that's where I am now.  (Hi house!  I missed you!)  I'm using these rare days at home to get some things done (sewing flower girl dresses, writing the final chapter of Erin's Ring, etc.), and then Thursday afternoon I'll have a follow-up appointment for the surgery.  Once I get that behind me, guess what I'll be doing on Friday?  If you guessed flying off somewhere, you're right!  And guess where I'm going?  If you guessed down to VA to spend some more time with my little G-Man, you would be right again!  I plan to stay there for about a week and a half, and then it's back home to prepare for our road trip back down to VA for son #2's wedding on November 8.  Phew!!

So that's it in a nutshell, that's what I've been up to.  I've missed coming here and talking to you, but lately I've just been too overwhelmed by real life events to spend much time in the blog world.  However, I'm back.  And it feels good!

23 comments:

  1. Awesome blog! Can't wait for you to get down here!

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  2. That is a lot of excitement! G-Man is so cute! And I am even more jealous of the new parents because we shared a due date and I'm still waiting! I am very glad to hear your travels have been safe and your surgery went well. Enjoy your time with G-Man and his parents. I can't believe the wedding is coming up that fast, time is really going quickly. But what a wonderful time of life, new babies, new marriages and football games, pretty terrific stuff.

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    1. Thanks, Madeline. Life is good. Busy, but good.

      I hope you'll be sharing news of your own soon!

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  3. So glad your surgery went well, and very happy your are here. I have missed you! Can't wait to see you. Just a few weeks!!!

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    1. I've been away from this blog almost two weeks! That's the longest I've ever gone!

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  4. What a fun recap! I still can't believe all you've managed to fit in these last couple weeks!

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    1. It's been a whirlwind, for sure. I'm glad part of it involved visiting with your family! :)

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  5. WOW!!!! What an exciting and busy life you lead. And how exciting that you got to meet Dwija! Your grandson is adorable, by the way!

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    1. Thanks for sharing my joy with me, Beth! And I know, isn't it exciting that I met Dwija? I am becoming a blogger-stalker for sure. It was like meeting a major celebrity. :)

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  6. Congratulations on your adorable grandson!!! Sooo exciting:):)
    Very pleased to hear the op went well:) and wow meeting another blogger, love how that happens:)

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    1. Thanks, Erin. He's just a little doll. I can't wait to go back down and spend some time with him.

      Now if only WE could meet...but I don't know how we could make that happen. My husband and I do travel a lot...but Australia would be quite a trip!

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  7. Your grandson is absolute cuteness.. congratulations! LOVE the "sauarus" outfits. And glad your surgery went so well - flying 2 days later?! Wow!

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    1. Thanks, Nancy. I actually considered backing out of the trip, but I didn't want to disappoint my hubby--because I knew he wouldn't go without me, and he'd been looking forward to it. So I muscled through it and the flight went fine (with help from painkillers!). Then we got to our son's house and I was making snacks to bring to the tailgater the next day, and I thought about telling my husband that I just wasn't up to the hour-long trip to Notre Dame the next morning, for the tailgater and game; but again, I didn't want to disappoint him, knowing he wouldn't have had as much fun if I'd stayed behind. And I ended up doing just fine, and feeling pretty dang well for someone who'd just had surgery a couple of days before! Ultimately, I was so happy I went!

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  8. Congratulations!!! He is adorable. So glad to hear your surgery went so well.
    Enjoy your time in VA!!

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    1. Thanks so much! We are just over the moon about the little guy. And I'm feeling really well.

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  9. Glad to hear all your good news and, oh my, the cuteness of that little grandson of yours! And OBVIOUSLY you Pearls are just the good-luck charm the Irish need this year! (And all this time I thought it was my lucky T-shirt.) GO IRISH!

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    1. I'm sure your lucky t-shirt has just as much to do with it, Barb! ;)

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  10. Congratulations Laura!! He's absolutely beautiful. And I'm so glad that you are ok after your surgery! Thinking of you. :)

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    1. Thanks, Tiffany. Everyone is being so nice, I think I'm going to cry!

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  11. Congratulations! Your life is full of blessings! :)

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  12. Congratulations on your new grandson!!! And I'm so glad the surgery went smoothly - hope the remainder of the recovery goes well :) Say hi if you're at our parish again! We always get stuck waiting outside after our regular Mass because John Paul will NOT leave without saying hi to Father :P

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  13. Many congratulations to you and your family! What a handsome grandson!! Praying that you are feeling better!

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