Genetic testing, baby style

Even though I am a bad blogger, I wanted to share the news we got this week in a somewhat timely fashion.
After everything we went through to get to today, the results of genetic testing on Mr. O proved we made the right choice. He doesn’t have OI!
When I got the call, I saw on the caller ID who it was and I got those butterflies in my stomach. Like the ones when the RE office would call.
But it is all good, he doesn’t have the disease. Now, I know the lab guarantees like 92 percent accuracy. But, still, I wanted to be sure. And after cheek-swabbing a four-month-old, which was not fun by the way, two weeks later we got the word.
And aside from us, I think my in-laws were the next happiest people.
I am still in awe. It worked. I’m a mom. My hubby’s a dad. It doesn’t seem real but then I can’t imagine life without him.
Wishing everyone all the best. I’m still reading. Trying to comment and barely, obviously, trying to blog.

Bad bad blogger

Forgive me for not writing. And the fact that this entry will be short too. O hit 4 months yesterday. I can’t believe it. Everyday is wonderful. I’ve never been happier. And I’ve realized how much I could live without work.
Seriously. I am having a hard time finding balancing work, mommyhood and just me time. I’m not complaining, trust me. But I think it would be easier if I were working full-time in my office not this two days a week in the office, the rest from home. But I know I’d miss O too much. And, frankly, we can’t afford infant care right now (yay IVF loan and credit card bills!).
It’s all worth it though. I know that. I see it and feel it in every laugh, every smile, the silly sweet baby asleep in his room right now.
I’m still reading. I haven’t forgotten about you all. I promise to get better. I can’t get much worse, right?

An update, finally

Sorry for the lack of posting and commenting. I’ve found I’ve been super busy doing not much more than breastfeeding, changing diapers and sleeping. But it’s all well worth it. I don’t know how much I’ll post in the future as this whole motherthing is time consuming but also I don’t have much to bitch about on this site.

Really, what do I have to complain about? I couldn’t be happier or more fulfilled.

Anyway, O is doing good. He had his 8-week checkup today (he’s 7 weeks and 3 days) and is a whopping 12 pounds, 15 ounces. The worst part was the vaccinations though. Five of em. I’ve never heard him scream so much, get so red in the face or have so many alligator tears. It was so sad.

And now he’s fussing, so here are a couple new photos to tide any of you still out there reading…

Here he is…

I’m including some long overdue photos of our little man… Well, he’s not so little. He’s back up to his birth weight and is doing well and eating every two or so hours! But I don’t mind living on naps, Owen is worth it.

And I’ve thought about posting the birth story, reliving the c-section, etc., but right now just sharing photos of him seems the most important thing…

Baby!

Just a quick update. He’s here. 9 Lbs 3 oz. Born Feb 5 at 11 pm after full dilation pushing forever and he wouldnt go anywhere. Csection for us. Still in the hospital as antibiotics have made me sick. Puking w a csection isnt fun. But i couldnt be happier. Knock on wood we’re released tommorow