Peanut Butter and Saltine Crackers

It was just like any other horrendous shift on T9.  Finally I was caught up and the calls had ceased momentarily.  I made a dash to the kitchen on our floor, grabbed 3 packs of saltines, one thing of peanut butter and a knife and made a mad dash for the break room to try and catch the kiddo's on the phone before they went to bed.  I called and talked to them and Manny while I spread my peanut butter on my saltine crackers and set them off to the side.  Hearing their voices made the night better and gave me gumption to go do the less than appealing tasks ahead of me and carry on working all night even though I had already put in a 12+ hour day.  We said goodnight and ended our call.  I sat there enjoying a moment of complete silence while I proceeded to eat my prepared snack.

Moments later one of the nurses I work with came in and commented on how it's funny that we just grab whatever we can at work to eat and how we'd never eat what we do here at home.  I just laughed and thought to myself, no I wouldn't eat this at home because this is what I grab even unconsciously at times when I'm aching and yearning for my babies, when I'm home they are with me so no, I would never eat this at home, but I wouldn't expect you to know that.

Last March when I went into pre-term labor at 32 weeks I spent the night in L&D.  Many things changed in me and for me that day.  Manny and I went through several emotions, worriment, and moments of growth as a couple that night.  After the worst of it was over Manny crashed on the couch as usual [so envious at times at his ability to do that by the way].  I on the other hand, had too much running through my mind for sleep so I sat in my bed and listened to the rhythm of my sons heartbeat.  It was steady, soft but prevalent, and the constant I needed at the time.   Finally around 4am my nurse came in and told me that the medication had worked and it had reversed the labor and they weren't worried about me delivering anymore or needing to do a c-section so they offered to bring me a snack.  It had been hours since I had ate so I was grateful for any little morsel they could scrounge up.  My cute aide brought me peanut butter and 3 packs of saltine crackers!  So, after 4 am one Sunday morning I sat in my hospital bed listening to the constant, soft, rhythm of my unborn babies heartbeat on the one side and the not so soft snoring pattern of my darling, passed out husband on the couch.

We had no idea what was to come and I was worried about SEVERAL things but the peace, love, and reassurance I felt was indescribable.  It was a horrifying experience and there are several things I will always remember.  Among them are: the sweet, kind nurse and her ability to care for me and put me at ease even though I know from experience she is probably exhausted and just wants to be home and in bed.  My husband sitting next me on the bed, cheek to cheek while ours tears of sorrow/worriment/joys/anxieties ran together, and I will always remember the calmness, peace and comfort that engulfed our little room after a very humble and fervent prayer to our Heavenly Father.  This night attached my heart even more intricately to my husband and bonded me even more to my William in ways I cannot describe to you.   Sometimes food is just food-something to grab to feed our hunger pains.  But as in this instance it can feed so much more.  I love some of my co-workers and it is only because of them that I survived many a hellish nights but I also miss having someone there with me that knew me well enough to know little tidbits of info like this to offer moral support when you need it. 

I am grateful for a job, for health and strength and the ability to go out and work but I am a Mother first and when my children aren't with me, I always have a longing and aching to be with them.  12 hours at work is an eternity at times but when I miss them unbearably and want to feel close to them - I reach for my peanut butter and crackers and take 5 to regroup and recharge my battery before I go back into the chaos again.

Happy 4th of July

Catching a flick, we took the kids to see "Cars 2" Saturday night.

Our little ones in their patriotic red, whites, and blues; ready to celebrate the 4th of July.

HAHA, had to post this one of Elaina, her cousins were teasing her and she got mad and started pouting. She IS our little fire cracker.

The handsome Montes boys.

Little miss attitude. ;)

The Handsome Montes boys!

Marcus and Lainey, she LOVES her big brother!

Our little William, ready to celebrate his first 4th of July.

Popi and William watching the fireworks

We planned to go camping this weekend in our favorite little camping nook in the mountains...however, events earlier in the week caused us to have to cancel those plans as well as the plans we had made during the week with the kids. While it wasn't the week and weekend we had planned, we still had a great time and had some fun in the process. Saturday Manny and Marcus went fishing on 'The Pearl' with the Bogenrief's and out to dinner at McDonald's. Meanwhile, Elaina, William and I had a pool party and picnic in the backyard with Papa, Maca, Aunt Jessie and Justin. Saturday night we took the kids to see the new "Cars 2." They loved it and thought it was pretty cool. Elaina was super excited to go to the movies. She got a little restless about 3/4 of way through it but then snuggled next to Manny and was fine the rest of the time. Sunday was a chill day, just church and hanging out with family but all in all, even though it wasn't the weekend we planned and were looking forward too, we still made the best of the time we had and had a great time.