Documentary addict

   Since I've been out of work for my back injury I've had lots of down time; to much if you ask me but who am I to disagree with doctors orders? One thing that I've been doing to pass the time is watching documentary's. Primarily on health and wellness, diet, juicing, and an occasional miscellaneous. One of the films I watched was called " Crazy, Sexy, Cancer", now I don't have cancer but I was obsessed with this film and primarily the films writer/star Kris Carr. She was diagnosed with cancer at age 31, a rare form that is slow growing that lives in her liver and lungs; she had her whole life ahead of her and she took this information and changed her life. Her cancer is incurable; but stable. She eats well, does yoga, and lives in the moment. This got me thinking; why don't I have cancer? I certainly have a terrible diet, my favorite "food" is diet coke and I do not live in the moment. I'm always worrying about my kids and yoga is just something I envision myself doing but don't actually get myself away from my morning coffee to do it.
   I did have Tom go out and buy me a juicer. I made one this morning and it was heaven! It had kale, apples, grapes, and carrots. I must admit it took more time cleaning the machine then it did making the juice but who says a healthy lifestyle is simple? The new year is in front of us and my plan for 2013 is to stay on track; eat my veggies, stay away from meat and just live in the moment. As I said in a previous post; I want to be a healthy rock star Grandma to Milo not a disabled one.  My take away from this blog is not to change your life instantly; that never works but maybe just take baby steps. My baby step for today was to bury my diet coke. Seriously, I could have had a memorial for it; that's how much it meant to me!
   Right now I am living in this moment, I have my new grandson at my side, a husband that would give me the world, and fabulous kids. Now it's time to give them and myself the person that has been inside me for some time but I kept chasing her away. Bring on 2013!

Milo

     The first time I saw Milo, my first grandchild he was only minutes old. He looked like your typical newborn except he had something extra unique about him; he was my first grandchild. He had that perfect newborn appearance, the kind I see all the time after a birth that I've attended but his was different. He looked like he glowed, he had an expression on his face that stated, I'm here; and I'm ready world! His parents looked incredible; my son Tommy owned the proud papa role with great vigor! The moment he cut his sons cord was a memory I will never forget. 

   When I entered the room; Milo's mother; Cayla announced his name to me...."Welcome your new grandson Milo Thomas!" We didn't know what they were planning on naming him and the suspense was killing me! The name fit him perfectly; and also them as a couple. During Cayla's pregnancy they threw that name out a few times and it kept coming back to me in my mind. I just knew it would be his namesake. Cayla did amazing and the infamous Ina May was mentioned several times during her labor.

    Since his birth I have been out of work due to a work injury. I'm missing being in the labor room, I'm missing the emotions that exude out of every pore of every person that enters the birth zone. I'm missing the smells..(yes, I said smells), the laughs, joys, and tears of the mother's seeing their hard work coming to a major climax. Helping mother's get their infants to breast for the first time, or just bearing witness to the most monumental moment of their lives. I often think back to my own birth experiences and ponder that I won't be going through birth again. How to wrap my brain around the idea that I am now a grandmother and have moved on from being the birth Momma. Tom has been over the moon being a grandfather; already looking ahead to big wheels and future movies he can bring him to. The joys of this stage in my life can not be stated in words....but I believe all Mom's would like to bottle up some of the days gone by and just hit replay; even if it's just for a day to snug and play with their babies, toddlers, and so on...How many times have I said to my kids.."couldn't you just stay this age forever??"