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Mom of two needs life transplant

I have been a mother of two for five weeks, and it has been a very difficult five weeks. Before giving birth to my second son, I was occupied by my toddler and a full time teaching job. Since then, adding a newborn has been the straw that broke the camel’s back. I was depressed during my third trimester and sadly, that depression carried over into post partum depression. They say one of the best things you can do is have a good support system in place. That’s the major factor I’m missing. My husband works from 5am to 9pm six days a week and sleeps most of the seventh day. My family and friends live hundreds of miles away. I am alone. Add sleep deprevation on top of that, plus financial stress due to the loss of my job and benefits and you’ve got one sickly cocktail. I have thought many times in the past few weeks about “disappearing” from my family’s lives. I think about how my husband will be closer to the kids because they’ll cling to him if I’m gone. My oldest son will no longer have me screaming at him just for being himself (a noisy, wild, and crazy two year old). My new son will never know what a terrible mother I am or will be as he grows. But then I think about how they will hate me for leaving them when they are older. I think about how much I will miss watching them go to their first day of school, ride their first bike, learn to sit up, take his first step, celebrate his first Christmas, and those thoughts keep me here.

It was hard to tell my husband how I have been feeling so alone for so long, as well as these feelings of worthlessness. I had such a hard time saying it out loud I had to write a letter and watch him read it. He is trying to help out around the house and with the kids more, but it’s not an overnight fix. I have to tell my doctor at my appointment on Monday, which is also scary because in this day and age you worry about the kids being taken away or being committed to a mental facility. 

I spend most of my days crying and trying not to lose my temper on my toddler. PPD is no joke. It’s not anything to be taken lightly either. I’m glad that I’ve been able to admit (at least to myself) that I need help. The next scary step is asking for and accepting help.


Welcome to the World

About a month ago, on Friday, February 13th, my little Superman came into this world. He was two weeks early, but healthy. He also has a unique birth story.

On the 12th at 4:00 PM I had a doctor’s appointment. At that appointment I was 2 cm dialated with no effacement. I went to bed that night as usual with no unusual pain. At 1:00 AM, I awoke to my first big contraction and started timing them after I felt the second one. They were 1 minute long and ten minutes apart. By 2:00 AM they were almost 2 minutes long and five minutes apart. At 2:30 I woke my husband because they were 2 to 2.5 minutes long and only two minutes apart, not to mention they hurt like crazy. He ran around getting a bag packed for himself and an overnight bag packed for our two year old so he could stay with his grandparents. While he was doing that I called my doctor and she told me to go to the hospital. My husband, however, insisted we take our toddler to his grandparents because he was embarrassed at how messy our house was and didn’t want his mom and dad to come over and stay with our son because of it. I honestly could have killed him at that point.

We finally got to the hospital at 3:30 AM, at which point I was feeling a lot of pressure in my lower back and in my pelvis. I was put into triage right away and found to be at 8cm dilation and 100% effacement. A few minutes later the pressure was more intense and my contractions were one right after the other. The emergency staff doctor came in to let me know my doctor would be there shortly and they were going to move me to a room and see about getting me something to help with the pain. About 20 seconds after he walked out I started screaming, “he’s coming! He’s coming now!” Don’t know why I screamed it, don’t think I meant to, it just happened that way. My husband yelled for the doctor who came flying in with 5 or 6 nurses. I was at 10 cm and the baby was crowning. Someone asked if they could get me to a room in time, to which someone else replied they could try.

No sooner had they pushed me out the triage door than I said, “He’s coming! I need to push!” It was not a conscious decision. It was more like a reflex, I just couldn’t stop it and the pressure was so intense at that point. One push, my water finally broke, and there was my son lying on the gurney with me. I remember seeing the surprise on the nurse’s face who had been at the end of the gurney and the doctor jumping across me to take care of the umbilical cord that had become wrapped around my son’s neck. A few moments later my son was placed on my chest and they continued to take me to a delivery & recovery room to finish everything. From the moment my son was placed in my arms, I noticed nothing else, heard nothing else. I couldn’t tell you how many nurses were there or where my husband had been during all of this. I saw only my second child in all of his perfection. I took in every detail of his tiny body.

My doctor arrived in time to finish everything with the later part of the delivery as I lay there watching the nurses weigh and measure my newborn. At that point I notice my husband watching as well and then smiled when I saw the joy in his eyes as he got to hold him for the first time.

We named him Clark Anthony and at that, all the nurses began calling him superman (after the comic character). We had a lot of fun in choosing Clark’s name. It is fun in two ways:

1. Our older son we named Louis after a family memeber. So even though it is  spelled differently, we have two sons, Louis and Clark (like the explorers).

2. My husband is a big comic fan so Clark was named after several superheroes. Clark – Clark Kent aka Superman; Anthony – Tony Stark aka Ironman; and his initials are CAP which is short for Captain America.

All in all, it was quite a different experience from my first delivery. I recovered much quicker this time as well. The past several weeks have been challenging. I’ve been home alone with my toddler and my newborn and had quite the battle with Post Partum Depression, which in and of itself is a topic for a different post. I will admit though, I am not looking forward to returning to work on April 1st. I had wanted to take eight weeks maternity leave, but after being forced to resign from my teaching position because I didn’t qualify for FMLA (also a topic for another post) I have had to cut my time with my baby short and return to employment at just six weeks post partum. In all honesty, I don’t want to work at all. I just want to stay home with my little ones. I try to remind myself that six weeks after I return to work, summer break starts. So I just have to make it through six weeks.

Well, enough talk. Here’s what you know you’ve been waiting for: baby pictures.

Day of his birth:

One month old:


Holiday Shopping

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Sapphire Artist Etsy Shop

New knit and crochet items are posted in my Etsy shop. Please feel free to share this with others. I have not had a chance to add fine art prints to my shop yet, but that is the goal for 2014. Are there any of my Photo of the Day posts you’d like to see available for purchase as a print or canvas?

In Memoriam: Jonathan Christie (1968 – 2013)

I had the privilege of making this artists’s aquaintance when I was a student at JU. He was a remarkable man, a remarkable artist, and he will be greatly missed.

Andrew Page on Glass

Jonathan Christie, one of the most skilled hot-glass sculptors in the United States, died on Sunday, July 7, 2013, days after being hospitalized in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was 44 years old. In March 2013, Christie had returned to a city he had known from an earlier stint at New Orleans Glassworks in the early 1990s. Christie often changed location, and since graduating from college in 1992, had lived in Cincinnati; New York City; Seattle; Jacksonville, Florida; and the British Virgin Islands. Born in Scotland in 1968, he was 12 when he moved to the U.S. with his parents, and attended schools in New Canaan, Connecticut, and Londonderry, New Hampshire. It was at the Massachusetts College of Art where he discovered glass, and forged a life-long friendship with James Mongrain, a fellow glass major.

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Broken Resolution

I know I’ve been MIA for a while now, and with good reason. My son, my business, and life in general has kept me VERY busy. But I just had to take a moment to blog about something that happened yesterday, and promise to get back to my regular posts soon.

On January 1, 2006 I made the New Year’s Resolution to not buy any more yarn until my entire stash was used up. It’s a resolution I have renewed year after year and most importantly, kept year after year. Well, yesterday, that resolution was broken. I bought yarn from a little Etsy shop specifically to make two little baby hats I’ve been itching to make, but haven’t had the right yarn for. Six and a half years of discipline, gone. But, I do plan to continue to keep it from here on out and to renew it once again next year. Wonder what kind of yarn could possibly have made me break this awesome streak? Here’s the link: The photo below is one of the yarns I purchased (and was taken by the shop owner).


Photo of the Day – March 7

Do I really have to wake him?


Photo of the Day – March 4

You would never know, looking at this photo, that is was only 55 degrees today.


Great post about choosing yarn.

Crochet With Passion

ImageNow Here we are – at the point of decision; I am standing at the yarn section staring at row upon row of yarn colors. Have you ever been there not knowing exactly what color yarn you should use? Even then when you start looking through the yarn you discover there is a lot more to consider then just color. Or perhaps you didn’t. There is texture, fiber, weight, etc., etc., etc.

These are a few considerations that have helped me when I am starting a new project.

The first thing I ask myself is am I going to use the colors in the project or am I going to choose my own colors? I really like the color scheme that they chose for the first project that we will be starting in the Crochet Master Book. Theirs is mixture of blues with a touch of red, black and white…

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Sorry I’ve been away for a little while. Between caring for my husband, who’s still recovering from his trip to the ER a few weeks ago (heat exhaustion can take some time to bounce back from), and adjusting to my last month of pregnancy, plus client work in crunch mode, it’s been very hard to find the time to commit to this blog.

I’ve been working on a few baby hats the last week to send to my pregnant friends. Considering they’re due two weeks after me, I figured hats would take less time than blankets. And I was right. I’ve done three hats in the last week. Once my little man arrives, I’ll be able to start blankets for family members who are expecting in January & February. Speaking of blankets, I need to keep moving on my baby’s blanket. I still have to finish weaving in tails and then stitch all the squares together. I’ll have the opportunity to do that tomorrow night while I watch Project Runway.

It’s an astounding thought knowing my baby could arrive any time within the next five to seven weeks. All I can think about is all the stuff I still have to do to prepare our home for this new little life.

Well, that covers everything except Photo of the Day. So here it is.