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I need to color my hair or have it colored before this weekend. I have been sitting debating whether I want to spend the money having it done or do it myself. It is so nice sitting back and letting my beautician do it; but it is also expensive. It needs both coloring and highlighting, which I can do; but it is tricky...and time consuming.
I'm also trying to decide what to give Taylor for graduation. When he was here for Spring Break, I asked him what he wanted. Well, you can imagine how much help that was!! I suggested clothes, which he vehemently vetoed with the standard reply, "Mom can buy ME clothes."
I know he would rather have some electronic gimmick; but I am still leaning toward clothes. Mom would appreciate it, even if Taylor might not. He's leaving for college July 1, so clothes are still going to be what he needs most. Or maybe I'll buy him a really nice back pack. I don't KNOW!! I'm torn.   Guess I will call Kenna and get her input.
It is still so hard for me to realize that my first little grandchild is now 18 and leaving for college. He was born March 8, 1994, during a raging Spring snowstorm. It snowed 14 inches that day.  Twenty-four hours later it was nearly all melted.Â
I saved the paper for him because of the front page news about the record snowfall.   Gave it to his mom. I'm sure she still has it. He's her only child. She has all his Halloween costumes, and every pair of shoes the child ever wore until he hit his teen years.Â
In addition, she has scrapbook after scrapbook of his school work plus pictures out the wazoo. One day when he was about four months old, she took pictures of him one entire morning, changing him from outfit to outfit. She wanted shots of him in all his little baby outfits. Thank goodness he was an even-tempered little guy, or he would have been screaming.
When it came time for him to be born and his head moved down into the birth canal, Kenna couldn't have him. She pushed for two hours, and the little guy didn't budge. The nurse said, "I can see his head, but we just aren't getting anywhere. I'm calling the doctor."
The doctor came up on her way to her office about 8 a.m. She examined Kenna and said that he was a breach presentation and his head was slightly off to one side.Â
"Have her keep pushing," she said, "I think he will still turn himself. If he's not born by noon, we'll do a C-Section." That went on for another two hours. Then Kenna started vomiting and the monitor showed distress on the baby. At that point the nurse told her to relax. It was obviously he was NOT going to be born on his own.
I looked around and Shawn, her husband who had been drinking coffee steadily for eight hours and normally never drank coffee, starting vomiting. So, I had Kenna in the bed throwing up and Shawn upchucking in the bathroom.
I WAS NOT a happy camper! And I was furious with that doctor for not doing the C-Section when she came to the hospital at 8. By then we had Shawn's parents at the hospital with their other three children. Kenneth had finally arrived about 10 a.m. from Clinton. Mother was in Yukon and I was giving her updates on the phone. She got so worried she said she was coming to the hospital.
"Mother, you can't drive in this snowstorm. I'll send someone to pick you up," I said.
So, Kenneth went to get her. We were at Mercy Hospital in OKC, normally about a twenty-minute drive from Yukon. It took him two hours to get to Yukon and back.
Finally, at 12:15, the doctor took Kenna in for the emergency C-Section. While I'm worrying about them on the roads, I'm standing outside surgery swearing I will sue this doctor til hell freezes over if either Kenna or the baby are not okay. Â Mother and Ken arrived just as they were bringing Taylor out of surgery./>
When the doctor came out, she said, "Well, he was breach and his head was thrown back pressing against the cervix; she would have never had him" (no kidding! I had figured that out by 8 that morning). "He's got an indentation across his forehead but he's fine," she added, which, thankfully, he was. That indentation, however, did not go away until he was almost a year old. Â
Both my girls had complications with their first babies. Kenzie was the only one who was "by the book". I used to kid them and tell them that a guy just had to look at them and they were pregnant (they were both pregnant within a month of getting married). It was just having the babies that was their problem!
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