Happy Birthday, baby girl!

Today is Sadee’s fifth birthday. A whole hand birthday! What a difference you’ve made in my life, sweet girl.

I remember like yesterday, the day you were born. You were born at 11:21 a.m. at Baylor hospital in Grapevine. We waited allll night long. What finally got you here was my determination to meet you. I didn’t want to go one more second without holding you in my arms. The first thing I said to you when I saw your beautiful face, was “My Angel!” It wasn’t planned, but I said it before I even thought about it.

You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And you had just been in the presence of God. What more pure and wholesome thing is there in THIS world?

You were a wonderful baby. You were so content to just be. We were so blessed!

You have grown through the years and you’ve brought us so much joy.

I am so very grateful God chose me and your daddy to guide you through your life. May we always remember how important we are to your development.

Finally, my sweet girl, I am so amazed by you every day. You’re already the best big sister a boy could ask for. I pray you and your brother are the best of friends, always. You show me so much love and grace and you have made my life so complete. You are so smart and compassionate and you have the most wonderful sense of humor. Just last week when I was all out of energy, you let me know how important it was that I step it up for you. When I said, “kid, you’re wearin’ me out,” you came right back with, “grown-up, you’re wearin’ ME out!”

 

So today, as I reflect back on these last five wonderful years with you, I want to let the world know how much I love you. You are the light in my world and I am so thankful for you.

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Smile Hank!

I’ll take my guilt with a side of sour cream, please

Throwing up. Vomiting. Not something that happens every day in our house, but when it does, it’s so traumatic for all involved that I felt the need to blog about it today. It wasn’t Zach or I or Hank (thank GOD!) but Sadee broke her two year record of not throwing up. She got up Tuesday morning complaining of a tummy ache. She said her tummy hurt the night before because she was still hungry. The day before that she said her tummy hurt because she wanted a piece of gum. Last week her tummy hurt because she didn’t want to marry Cooper.

So when she complained her tummy hurt on Tuesday morning, I assumed it was because she didn’t want to get up and get ready for school. Typical. Looking back, she was a liiiiittle bit slower moving than normal. Anywho, I am too busy trying to get us all dressed and fed and out the door.

On the way to school, she continues to tell me her tummy hurts and I say, “OK. We’re almost there. We can go potty when you get to school.” We approach the intersection to turn on the road to school and I can hear the panic in her voice. She says her tummy REALLY hurts now and I knew it was coming. I could see her in the rear view mirror as she took a drink of pink milk to try to make herself feel better. Nope.

Then the inevitable. I will spare you the details. But God, I felt horrible. I felt like the worst mother in the world. I did an illegal U-turn into a parking lot far too late to help her with anything, but I was at least able to offer her some comfort. Then we headed right back for the house. I must have told her two dozen times how sorry I was for not being right there to help her. I mostly felt sorry for rushing through and ignoring her complaints about her tummy. Maybe she needs to come up with a new symptom for what she’s concerned about.

Either way, I feel awful I wasn’t at home with her, helping her in the bathroom with a warm wash rag to clean her face and give her comfort. I could cry right now just thinking about how guilty I feel. This started off to be a fairly humorous post, but it has turned into something a little more heavy.

Is this motherhood? Scrambling around trying to get people shifted and situated so I can go to work? What’s it all for? OK. Just needed to get that off my chest…

I am so glad Zach was there to help take care of her.

The Sully Chronicles

Honestly, this is the first time I have had a moment to myself to blog and I think my time is already running short! Little man is asleep in the swing, which is not swinging and sister is at school practicing for her (tear) Pre-K graduation. How did my life get to this point! We just brought her home from the hospital a month ago! Daddy is asleep after working all night. I sorta got some things put away in the kid’s room. That’s right, the KID’S room. We have a 2 bedroom, two bathroom house and while we had planned on adding a master wing, it obviously hasn’t happened yet. So the kids share a room. Double the kids, double the stuff. It has been, shall we say, a challenge to get ALL their stuff put away in an orderly fashion, but I think we can get it done. Maybe if I try to keep track of what we are doing on here, oh never mind. I don’t have the time to take pics and blog about it. I am just happy to do this today!

I have a few pics to post. Click on the link under this grouping and you can see all of them. I hope this works!

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On a pretty dreary note, I have to go back to work soon. I am NOT looking forward to leaving my little baby behind. This is going to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I can already see it. BUT, I have a huge event to plan for and I am hoping to throw myself into that. My worry is wondering where he is going to go. That’s right. We don’t know what we’re going to do with Hank yet! Plans A and B have not worked out. (They weren’t that solid to begin with :()

OK, I think I hear someone calling me! Better scoot!

I know. Shame on me. Here is a pic, finally. Everyone else has been taking pics so I have had to get them to e-mail me some. I have some taken on my iPhone, but I can't figure out how to send them to the blogger to post... I will soon. I hope. Here's one Hico YaYa took the other night. I have to say he looks a little mad in this pic, but he's really a pretty happy baby.

Henry Sullivan Cryer is here!

Wow. I am holding my liitle man and he is beautiful if I do say so myself. He was born at 1:05 and weighs 8 lbs, 13 oz. He's 21" long! I will try to post some pics.

Last minute jitters....
It's almost 10 pm and we are due at the hospital at 10:30 am. I am so extremely nervous right now. I am afraid of the unknown. I have never had surgery of any kind. I have no idea how my body is going to handle this. I will be relieved to not feel like a planet anymore, but I have no idea what I am trading it for. Will the drugs they give me make me feel too loopy to take care of the baby? Will I be so tired I won't have any energy left for my sweet Sadee? Please, God, give me the strength to make it through the next few weeks.

This has been such a weird day. I think it's because I am finally allowing myself to realize my son will be here soon. My son. We will be raising a man. What a huge responsibility.

My hopes for him:
Son, I pray your father and I don't fail you. I hope you see how much we love you and that we never fail to let you know. No matter what you do in your life, we will always be there to lift you up. We pray you are a strong and responsible man who has lots of friends and knows who his savior is. I pray someday when you are a husband and father, you will be able to pass down the legacy of the love we are planting in you. You are destined for incredible things and you will be born into a world that is not ready for the likes of you, little man.

Son, I cannot wait to meet you and kiss your little forehead. I will see you tomorrow!