Matthew Thomas was born on Saturday morning weighing 7 lbs. 14.6 oz.–and he was four and a half weeks early! He’s such a beautiful baby. He’s got the chubbiest cheeks, chubbier that even Eenan’s were at birth. I just want to squeeze and nuzzle him. He was born with a full head of hair. I’d forgotten just how soft and silky brand-new baby hair feels.
I went to visit him and Yadira around noon with Mom. We took her some flowers and were really quiet in her room since she needed total silence. Her blood pressure was still high so the doctors were trying to keep her as calm as possible. Mom, Mary (who’d stayed with her since 4 a.m. and was present for Matthew’s birth), and I whispered amongst ourselves while she rested. Mary went out to do something and Yadira couldn’t sleep so we talked. Her pediatric nurse, Tony, came in and told her how Matthew was doing. They were running glucose tests on him since she had Gestational Diabetes and his sugars were low. Babies are supposed to be around 45, but he’d gone down to 33 and Tony was afraid he’d go lower so they were keeping an eye on him. He said if it got lower Matthew might go into a coma. That’s scary to hear. Matthew was fine within a few hours so he got to visit and feed with his Mama.
I decided that I need to take care of myself, especially since I want to have another baby soon. I haven’t had Gestational Diabetes with either of my pregnancies, but I couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t eat well and excersize and I got it this time around. Mom and Dad both have Diabetes, so there’s a chance I might get it, but with a proper diet and excersize I should be fine.
I have at least 15 lbs. exactly to lose before I’ll allow myself to get pregnant, which I’d really like to get a move on already
. I thought once Matthew was born it would be enough to satisfy my baby hunger, but I think he just made me want a baby even more (he’s so CUTE!). I’ve been thinking of conceiving for the past few months and kept hinting to Mario about it who would just say he wanted to have our house first before we had another child. It made me sad to think about it, that he didn’t want to try, but I started thinking maybe it was for the better that we waited. Although my uterus yearns to be occupied, I kept thinking about finishing school and starting work and how a baby wouldn’t be possible at the moment.
Tonight, my husband came home and tossed my birth control pills in the trash. I’m so ready for this. I’ve got names picked out and everything. Who knows when we’ll actually start to try; what with him working all the time and school and the kids and housework draining me out it seems impossible to even start trying, but it thrills me to know he’s come around this time, and hopefully for sure. We’re not telling anyone till we actually know we’ve conceived
. Maybe I shouldn’t be writing about this here…
I got this wonderful news about Mario wanting to try for a baby after I got a call from Mary that our Padrino, Arturo, was found dead, probably murdered, at his ranch. Our Madrina, Oralia, couldn’t find him for two days and today in the afternoon, they found him. His truck and body were completely burned. It makes me sick to think of it–of how someone could be so damn inhuman to do something like this. We hadn’t seen them in so long; I feel horrible. Why would anyone have something against him? I just don’t get it at all. We’re going over there tomorrow to visit Oralia and pay our respects. I don’t know how I’ll be able to see her that way. They’d fight all the time, playfully most of the time, but she spent most of her life with him. She just had him ripped away from her, just like that. It came out on the news tonight, the first breaking story they had, but didn’t say much. God, I just can’t believe it. I hope they find/catch whoever’s behind this.
I should go take my shower now and try to think of the good things instead of the very, very unfortunate.


