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We all have scars on our body from things that have happened to us; today I’m going to point out a few.

This first one is something people always ask me about when they see it. It happened when I was about four years old up in San Francisco. We had our windows all pushed opened to let the air in and I had my hand sitting on the ledge looking down out the window. And out of no where the window came crashing down crushing my nail, deforming it for life, see photo.

I believe it was about 1981-1982 me and my brothers were chasing each other around the house. We had a walk through kitchen and my oldest Brother was coming one direction and I was going up the other and we both slammed into each other and bam!!! My head hit the corner of the wall. I reached back and saw that my head was bleeding so off to the ER we went. I believe I only needed to get about five stitches thankfully

It was 1984-1985 I believe, and I was in school playing around on the monkey bars. I was swinging and went to jump onto another bar and I slipped. My tongue was out of my mouth a little and my chin slammed onto a bar forcing my mouth to shut making me bite my tongue. Thankfully the school was only a few blocks away from a hospital and I didn’t bite off my tongue completely although it was close. For some time after that I was forced to be on a very strict liquid diet till it was able to heal up. I believe it was for 3 months although I could be wrong.

I have so many other things I could write about but I’ll just limit it to those three.

I have bits and pieces on my blog about what happened with Brandon and I and why I had to go to court and why he was taken from me It’s a rather long story but thought I should probably get it out and blog it, besides today is our reunion anniversary.

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Today’s post started off originally with only one picture that I found of Brandon and I when he was about two. But as you can see it evolved to allot more then that….

So here is the original photo that was going to be posted

In the laundry basket

This was one of those photographic services that advertise to come to your house to take a series of shots with one free photo; he just didn’t want to work with them

Now onto other shots way before Brandon’s time, some even way before mine…

The top pic and the left one looks like my sister Jen the middle one looks more like me and the last is a combination of my sister and I (IMO)

I look allot like my father as well

Pics from the late 1980’s early 1990’s haha ohh my

Standing next to my creations in my grandfathers workshop (Marlene, do you still have that miniature harp that you see there?)

Friends called me Piano Woman back then

One of the reason’s I don’t wear excessive makeup…I just don’t like it too much (friend of the family did it for me)

Got a little bored at times on the ship, but overall it was really relaxing to sit out on the deck listening to music

Maid of Honor at my best friend (at the time) Lisa’s wedding, Brandon’s Dad (this was before we were married and got pregnant) was the Best Man I had such a horrible hangover right then

I’m sitting here listening to Michael Jackson’s best album ever in my opinion which is “Off the Wall” getting into my groove with my coffee at my side to keep me up about to start some work that I want to finish. And somehow thought about a scary situation for me when Brandon was a baby about 9-10 months old.

Brandon was crawling around on the floor playing with his toys as always. I was standing up over at my entertainment stand either writing a note or a check, but what difference does that make. Next thing I know lil Brandon is tugging on my pant leg to grab my attention. I look down and immediately notice that he couldn’t breathe as he was starting to turn blue. I pick him up immediately and swipe my finger in his mouth to see if I can get what ever that may be in there out, but no luck. I turn him aroud with a good grip on him with my left arm and gently press on his belly with my right hand performing the heimlich maneuver. And out pops a button from what I believe was off his fathers jacket.

It’s just amazing that I just knew what I had to do and didn’t panic. After it was all done he was fine and gave me a big smile. Then I just held onto him, when I told him this story not to long ago he just loved it and loves me to tell others.

Ok I must get to my work now.

Brandon’s Birthday is next month and I just couldn’t help myself in wanting to write this. especially since this is his first birthday with me since he turned one…

EDIT: This takes place almost 11 yrs ago

I went through 40 Hours of hard labor with Brandon. 2 Days before Brandon was born the Labor came on strong. I like just like about every other mom go to the hospital to get checked out and sent back home. Wasn’t dilating at all, so I went home… That night my Mom calls me up telling me I needed to go walking to help speed up the process. But who wants to walk when they are in labor? Surely not me… She calls up Kerri telling her that she needs to come over to my house and pick my ass up and take me walking. So Kerri shows up and we go to Target and started doing my baby shower registry (we had the baby shower after he was born, so my Mom could be here for it) Imagine me at Target scanning items I wanted, saying, “HOLD ON!” every few minutes as a contraction hit and wanting to sit on the floor.

The next day went by with labor all day but stayed home. We went to bed that night and at 2 a.m. in the morning on the 16th I woke up out of bed feeling I had to use the bathroom. I get up go sit down on the toilet and no later then a second later my water broke. At that very moment the contractions went crazy out of control and were coming every 30-60 seconds. I wake up my husband John and he rushes me down to the hospital. I think he got me there in what usually takes about 15 minutes in about 8 minutes. I actually had to ask him to slow down because it was making me sick. This time I’m finally admitted, the roll me away in a wheel chair and attach all the monitoring devices. Hours and hours pass and nothing. I had only reached 2 cm. They induced labor to hopefully speed up the process of needing to dilate more but still nothing. They told me that if I didn’t have the baby in 2 hours that they would perform a c-section. Which is what I ended up doing, at 6:27 p.m. my little bundle of joy was born.

I didn’t want an epidural so didn’t get it till I was told I would be having the c-section. I was scared out of my mind of them sticking a needle in my back. So scared that all I could say to John was “I love you”. It felt like they were screwing into my back. During the labor at the hospital my mom was still up in Washington State at the time kept on calling to see how I was doing. She said she was so proud of me and was happy that I wasn’t yelling at John. There was only one time that I got a little ticked off at him and that is when he was saying good that was x amount of time from the last. I was like I don’t want to know that just tell me to breath and just hold me lol. Needless to say he stopped.

I have talked to people who have had a “normal” delivery and c-sections and I just like they do not recommend having a c-section. One of the things I hated other then the pain I went through trying to get out of my bed after is having the oxygen mask on me while in surgery but that will happen with any surgery I guess lol.

Here is a scanned picture of Brandon right after I delivered him as they cleaned him up…

After four days of being in the hospital I finally was able to come home on Monday the 19th.