Happy Halloween!

Category : Anna, Isabella

::::::::::: So this one is a smidge late, but I had it written and was just waiting to add pictures.  Time escaped me and here you go, Happy Halloween in March!” :::::::::::::

This year we weren’t able to make it out to the pumpkin patch to get our pumpkins.  Something about 70 MPH winds and 40 degrees doesn’t scream let’s play outside!  So we instead went to our local market and picked up a couple pumpkins, on sale mind you, and headed home.  Because of our lack of time and ability to get our pumpkins, we finished carving them just before our Trick or Treating Saturday night.  Anna enjoying playing with the goop and Izzy just didn’t know what to think of it.  Needless to say she was done quite a bit sooner than Anna.  Anna chose a monster for her pumpkin (thank goodness it was a 2 of 5 difficulty rather than mommy’s last years choice of 5 of 5).

Gary decided Izzy’s would have their names on it.  All was going so wonderfully carving our pumpkins…. until I broke the wonderful little, feels cheap but works amazing, pumpkin carver.  The harder one was done when it happened and the name carving ended with a serated steak knife and a broken “zz” in Izzy’s name.  Nothing that a little toothpick won’t fix!

We all ate dinner together, once a month cooking lasagna, which was delicious.  Then as the sun was setting (way to early these days), we dressed the wee ones in their pumpkin costumes.  Back up…..  So I had been asking Anna what she wanted to be for Halloween.  I think this is the first year she’s getting it.  So at first, we were a spider.  Then we were a ghost.  Finally I got her to say pumpkin a few times.  Well I had planned on Izzy being the pumpkin as Anna was last year.  So the hunt was on for another pumpkin costume.  I just so happen to find the same costume, just a size smaller at the thrift store for $6.  Good thing Miss Izzy is a bit on the short and squat size that the smaller size fit her perfectly and the little taller skinny mini Anna fit into the costume she wore last year.  And it was so.

Back to present….  We get them dressed in their orange finery and off we went into fairly decent weather for trick or treating (last year we lasted the neighborhood it was so stinkin’ cold and windy).  We hit up some neighbors and headed over to the bigger neighborhood next to us.  Ann was her usual “excited to go but won’t say a word” self when we got up to the door.  So her little sister took up the slack and said in the cutest little voice “trick o treat” and “happy hawoween!”  Not only did she know what to say to get candy, every time we loaded her back up into the wagon, she said “this house” so we’d move along to the next house.  Stinker!  Well, we made a haul of course!  Even need to dump the excess in the wagon to fill up our buckets again!  Anna decided which 2 people would accompany her to the door, Grandpa and Daddy, Aunt Sheila and Mommy.  Too funny.  They had a great time and it just amazes how much Izzy already has caught on to, even earlier than Anna did!

Another successful trick or treating night!

Being real

Category : Family, Pregnancy

I’ve been trying to think of when would be a good time to write about this (as you well know I like to write about anything from skiing to potty training).  I’ll get to Izzy’s 2nd birthday in my next post but a friends blogpost today struck me as it was time.  She talked about an honest feeling she was having with her newborn, something I know every mother goes through at some point.  But she was being real and putting herself out there.

We’ve had an up and down couple months in the Tidd house.  Now, I know everyone goes through sicknesses, hardships, etc so I don’t want this to be a pity party for us.  It’s another part of our life that forever changed us and I like to record those feelings and events as vividly as I can.  So here goes – forgive me family and friends as we didn’t share this with everyone at the time.  We were preparing to try for baby #3 in late fall and just like the first 2 kiddos, we got pregnant mid-November on our first try.  Before I even took a test, I knew something wasn’t right with this pregnancy.  I had been spotting for a week or so, which seemed abnormal for me.  Finally on Friday night (December 3) around 12:30am, Gary went to the store to get a pregnancy test.  Neither of us could handle not knowing anymore.  We were both a little edgy with eachother because of what we both knew wasn’t normal but needed to know if I was pregnant or not.  He came back with a pack of EPT (which should have been a sign to begin with as my other 2 I used Clear Blue Easy.  I know too much info, but it was funny that nothing fit the bill this time.)  I promised Gary I wouldn’t cry this time we took a test – the last 2 I cried, for Anna as she was our first and for Izzy as she came as a part of God’s plan.  :)   I didn’t cry but I wasn’t as excited as I should be b/c of this lingering feeling we both had.  I called the doctor the next week to tell them I had a positive pregnancy test to set up an appointment but was spotting.  The nurse (not my OB nurse) said that’s normal for some women, that it could be that way the whole pregnancy.  I knew better from my own experiences to know this wasn’t right for me.  But I went on through the next week hoping the spotting would end.  I called again and was assured that spotting was normal and wasn’t having any other symptoms as the time of anything more.  My appointment was scheduled for December 27 to make sure it was a viable pregnancy as I have to do Lovenox and Heperin shots with my history of blood clots.  After those 2 weeks had passed, I switched my appointment to the 20th as we had plans of telling the family over the holidays of our news but wanted it to be a good thing and not an unsure thing.

Friday, December 17 I was on my way home from picking up the girls from daycare.  I had been bleeding for about 4 weeks now and in my head, I thought it was going away.  But I started to feel a little more crampy as I was driving.  I ate dinner but didn’t feel right.  So I ended up on the couch, covered in a blanket as the pain was getting stronger.  Anna and Izzy didn’t know what was going on, but knew that mommy didn’t feel good.  So Anna’s first reaction is to start getting as sad as I look and cuddle with me.  Izzy’s reaction was to stick around me but wasn’t sure what to do.  Anna asks if I have to throw up and what was wrong.  I told her that mommy’s belly hurt.  In the meantime, Gary was on the phone with his mom.  As soon as he got off and realized that I didn’t feel good, he came over to hug me.  While we hugged, I had much stronger pains, like a labor pain and jumped up to run to the bathroom.  The girls, still concerned, follow me in.  Sitting there, I was still having the pains come in waves, my head was in my hands and dear, sweet Anna asked “Mommy, do you have a big poop?”  In the midst of the scary time, she made my laugh.  ::::::: Back story: When Anna says her belly hurts we ask her if she has to poop or if she has to poop.  That girl puts things together like nobody’s business. :::::::  So I tell her, no mommy doesn’t have a big poop but that her belly still hurt.  Anna is standing there with her blankie very concerned as to my well-being, Izzy’s totting around being Izzy.  So sweet.  Just after that conversation, the biggest pain seized through and I passed baby #3.

My dear, sweet husband rallied the girls to the living room, letting me work through the pain and emotions of having a miscarriage while he called the hospital.  After talking with the on-call service, he called Sheila over to watch the girls while we figured out what to do next.  I cleaned up and soon after, the on-call OB-GYN called me.  He asked me a few questions and from what I gave him, he confirmed that I had a miscarriage and told him I already had an appointment on that Monday.  Sheila and Missy showed up to tend to the girls, while Gary and I talked and cried a little.  (Thank you, ladies).

The rest of the night was a bit somber.  We knew that it wasn’t our (my) fault for this happening.  We knew we felt off with this whole pregnancy.  We knew (but didn’t really want to admit) that this may not end well.  But we also knew that this was God’s will for us.  We knew and know that God will grant us another child if it’s His will.  We know that He’ll stay beside us through all the ups and downs during the grieving period.  It’s been 2 1/2 months since that day and there are still some things working themselves out, a few less sad moments seeing a pregnant woman, a few more brighter moments that those 2 little girls bring out of us.  In the end, God has brought us peace and a hope that we’ll get another chance.


I had planned on blogging each week about my pregnancy and had started the first couple weeks to post at a later date.  I’ll share that with you here:

So, dear readers, you won’t be reading this till I’m about 8-12 weeks along but I wanted to chronicle weekly about what’s going on during this, my 3rd pregnancy!  I can’t believe it, well I can b/c we wanted this, but just like the other 2 there’s a surprise/scared/exciting feeling involved with adding another baby into the family.  Gary and I kind of had a saying “3 before 30″ for our family, so that would mean we’d have another baby by the time I turn 30 or we’ll be pregnant at that time.  Well we’re going to hit that mark just in the nick of time.  My supposed due date, according to my handy dandy friends at the BabyCenter, is August 3.  I turn 30 on August 16.  So we’ll see if this little one will arrive late like their biggest sister or a week early like their younger sister, ha!  So weird to say that.

Anywho, a couple Friday nights ago, Gary and I decided to start wrapping gifts for the girls, we were watching tv and wondering if I may be pregnant.  I was going to buy a test the next day but….. it got the best of Gary (and actually relieved me of wondering too much).  He ran to the store around 12am to get some tests.  So of course while he’s gone I’m thinking about it, it’s making me all nervous when in reality I knew I was pregnant.  As most of you know, we are pretty fertile (I know a little graphic but you chose to stick around to read this blog).  This isn’t meant to brag but we don’t have to try hard.   So Gary got home with the tests (and as weird as this sounds, he wasn’t able to find the ClearBlue digital ones I’d used for the last 2 kids, bummer!) so I took one and within a minute it declared and temporarily solidified my thought.  I wasn’t allowed to cry like I did for the first 2, so I didn’t.  I smiled a lot, hugged Gary tightly and jokingly asked “what are going to do now?!”  Hehe.  I’ve asked that with Anna and Izzy.  :)   I’m all about consistency.

So in the past couple weeks not much has been going on.  I have one difference from my previous pregnancies that gives me a little worry but was told the 2 times I called about it that it’s normal, is the light bleeding.  I know, again too much info, but it is what it is.  I did a little online research but like to steer away from that b/c people post only about issues usually not the normalcy of things, so for that I lean on my doctor for the answers.  I have no cramping or bleeding heavily to show something may be wrong.  But my inherent nature is to worry, so I may just bump my appointment up till before Christmas so I have more confidence breaking the news to the family over Christmas.  Hopefully that’ll work!  With the appointment will bring a wonderful prescription…. Lovenox.  I’ll talk about that later.  :)

Izzy-bella Care-la turns 2!

Category : Isabella

Sorry, dear daughter, that it’s taken me a month and a half to blog about your birthday.  I know you won’t mind as I’ve kept up with it in my first Blurb book for our family!

Like the title?  That’s how the wee little one says her name.  Isn’t that the cutest!  She does it each time with a big grin.  I love it.  This dear sweet girl turned 2 on January 13.  These little years have such milestones!  She’s moved from a booster seat at the table to standing up like her big sister to eat (our carpeted dining room floor thanks you).  She finally has a mouthful of teeth!  At her first birthday, she was the two-toothed wonder and now she has all but her 2 year molars in.  She still surpasses Anna in the eating without fighting category.  Not only does she eat just about anything or at least try it, she’ll eat tomatoes by the slice and requests water to drink.  Her vocabulary is quite extensive and she babbles out stories only to really recognize the last couple words but she’s trying!  She loves to sing, especially “I’ve been workin’ on the railroad”, “Jesus Loves Me” and “Twinkle Twinkle.”

She still throws little tantrums and has become the little sister who swipes something from big sister and holds it till they roll on the floor for it.  But she’s also the comforter who brings blankies and babies to sad sisters.  She loves to help clean with her broom and a wet cloth, she’ll help clean up toys or the bathtub without much prompt all while singing “Clean up, clean up, everybody do their share….”.  She also still lets mommy and daddy smoother her in kisses (who can’t with those chubby cheeks!) and rock her for a few minutes before we lay her down each night.  She says “lub you” without asking and gives hugs to anyone.  She’s a goofball who likes to tickle, pull funny faces when talking to G&G on Skype and will mimic Anna all day long.  She still runs the gate yelling “Mommy! or Daddy!” when we pick her up each day.  She loves to read books over and over and over again….  :)   She jumps up most mornings when we wake her with a big smile on her face (where she got being a morning person from, we’ll never know).

She was an unplanned mommy and daddy little one but she’s certainly an amazing gift from God and we can’t remember life without such a cuddly, spunky, beautiful little girl.

Happy Birthday Isabella Clara!  I hope your next year is full of even more exciting milestones!  We love you!

For the rest of the pictures from her birthday and party, check them out here!