November 4th 2008

(Yes I know I am slow at getting this posted, cut me some slack it has been a long week, ok almost two...)

November 4th, 2008, what a historic day! Let me start with…I don’t care who you voted for; I don’t care what your feelings are about who won, if you don’t like the person at least respect the position. You’re in a free nation with more rights than anywhere in the world, so the least you can do is respect the President of the United States, regardless of who that person is.

President Elect Barack Obama will be our nation’s first African-American president.

Obama ran his campaign with the slogan “CHANGE We can believe in.” On Tuesday evening after the electoral votes determined Barack Obama won the race for president he said the following to a crowd of approximately a quarter-million people in Grant Park in Chicago and to the nation.

“If there is anyone out there who doubts that America is a place where anything is possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer,” he went on to say “It’s been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this day, in this election, at this defining moment, change has come to America,”.

I do believe that we are in for a lot of changes in our nation, and around the world.

November 4th is a day that I will always remember, not just because of this election but because it was a day that created a lot of CHANGE in my family.

Cameron Lee, Cameron because it was the one name I liked more than the others and Lee after my dad, was born at 5:28pm.

I know everyone has been waiting for pictures, but I have asked a dear friend to write up what happened that day so I could post it and she has been busy and I don’t have it yet. Why don’t I just write up what happened, well to be honest I am missing a big chunk of time. Due to some complications when I think about that afternoon I have smooshed about 3 1/2 hours into about 15 minutes. The rest is fuzzy and I am so thankful that I had two great friends there at my side during this time.
My “plan” was to kick Melanie and Juliet out of the delivery room when it came time to have my little baby. I wanted that moment to be mine. I had a lot of personal reasons for not having Donovan in the room, they all came down to the fact that I knew he would be nice to me. I knew I could not separate the fact that in my heart I wanted my family to be complete, I was afraid that I would get my hopes up and would have to deal with the pain of separation all over again instead of appreciating the moment of bringing into this world a new baby.

My “plan” quickly changed when I experienced some complications with my Epidural. I panicked when I felt my heart starting to beat heavily in my chest and I started to have difficulty breathing, so did my anesthesiologist from what I understand. (Let’s hope Juliet has this in her write up, because I didn’t get to actually see what happened.) I started to cry, then Melanie started and I just remember Juliet standing next to me talking me through it, telling me everything was going to be ok. She has since told me that I was being prepped for a c-section because my blood pressure was not stable and it had put the baby into distress. Luckily with in an hour and a half everything calmed down, and Cameron came into this world with only two pushes.

Donovan, Kyle and the girls arrived shortly after he was born.

Klye was not sure what to think of this new baby.

He was 7lbs 13 oz and 19 inches long and I am so glad he is here and healthy.

Ok I admit it, I think ALL NEWBORNS ARE UGLY... even my own.