Scoot'n a little too much........

"When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile"


Well, I have been MIA for quite some time now, both in my blog and in general. We have had a lot going on that has occupied every spare moment of mine since July.

When I last posted Hunter and I had just completed our tour of the mid Atlantic. Although that was hectic it was the calm before the storm.

The day after we returned from Maryland I had my anatomy scan with my OB/GYN. For those of you that are not familiar, that is a detailed ultra sound usually done between 18-20 weeks to make sure everything is as it should be: brain development, spinal cord, limbs, 4 chamber heart, etc. We had mine and when I spoke to the doctor she told me that they had found something abnormal, a shadow next to his heart. They made an appointment for me to go to the Regional Perinatal Center at Sacred Heart in Pensacola, FL for a more detailed ultrasound with the specialists there. The next week we went and they diagnosed the baby with a CCAM. It's a pretty rare thing, occurring in only about 25-35,000 pregnancies. Basically it is mass of non functioning lung tissue. The doctor explained what could happen- both extremes, good and bad and told us how this usually plays out. If things were to get bad then we would fly up to Children's Hospital of Philadelphia for an in utero procedure to remove the mass. And best case it would just go away and we wouldn't have to have any intervention. The most likely case is we deliver in NICU hospital and then the baby has surgery.

Over the next few weeks the mass grew to be pretty large in his little body. At one point his heart was completely displaced- pushed all the way to the corner of the opposite wall and had significant pressure on it. The mass was also so large that it was taking up about 70% of his chest. Luckily we did not have major issues with heart function. He was a little fighter and had a strong heartbeat even though his tiny heart had so much stress. I was going to Pensacola weekly at this point for ultra sounds and fetal echo and going to my primary OB every other week. At about 28-29 weeks the mass had continued to grow and at this point fluid was building around his heart. This can be extremely dangerous so I was admitted to L&D in Pensacola to start a course of steroids with the hopes that the mass growth would plateau and the fluid would disappear. The next week the steroids had helped as the mass had not grown and there was less fluid. At this point they made the decision to have us deliver at UAB. They have the highest level NICU in the region and a very specialized team of doctors in Maternal and Fetal Medicine. So off to UAB we went to meet with a team of about 9 including the pediatric surgeon from Children's of Birmingham that would be performing surgery after birth. From this point we made a few trips to UAB, I was still weekly in Pensacola until 34 weeks and now weekly with my OB for non stress tests, biophysical profiles and to check in. I was spending about 12+ hours in doctors offices weekly. At our last appointment at UAB they decided we would deliver around 37 weeks as to not go into labor in Mobile and after he arrived they would check him out and at that point would determine the immediate need for surgery or if we could wait. They also found a feeder vessel to the mass which changed the diagnosis to a Bronchopulmonary Sequestration or a BPS/ CCAM hybrid. Either way, they are both rare pulmonary anomalies and both require the same surgery. The surgeon will have to remove the lower lobe of the lung to make sure that the tissue around the mass does not turn malignant as well. If the mass is not taken out it can become malignant.

The last few weeks of my pregnancy I was on bedrest mainly because I was in a considerable amount of pain and could not even really walk or sit up too long. They set our delivery date for just after the thanksgiving holiday and we tried our best to spend some time as a family of three before his arrival. Of course until the flu hit. Then we spent the last week and holiday in bed with fevers and sinus infections.

On November 27 at 10:10 am my little miracle baby arrived. Randolph Steuart Dabbs made his entrance via c section weighing in at 6 lbs 12 ounces and came out screaming. That is the best sound in the world for a parent of one of these babies. They took him to the NICU and daddy went with him while I went to recovery. He had some tests run, had a chest x ray and was monitored for a few hours before he was able to come to my room. Because I was feeling well enough and Steuart looked good we were able to leave a day early after a second X-ray was done. He was well enough to come home without immediate surgery.

We will return to Birmingham in January for an appointment with the surgeon at Children's. At this time he will have his CT Scan and we will know more about next steps.

I LOVE being pregnant but this one with all of its complications and stress is a complete blur. I spent the first 16 weeks sick and some time in the hospital for severe dehydration and then as soon as I felt better we were hit with a freight train of stress and worry. Not to mention the horrible battles with insurance over "medical necessity" and " in network doctors." This wasn't something that was public knowledge because we had no idea what kind of outcome we would have until he arrived. I can say that we have the best friends on the planet. They did not hesitate to offer up help and support. Between helping with Hunter when I had appointments and even keeping him when we went to have the baby to just keeping me sane in general, they have been a blessing. Our family has been great. My mother was able to come down for two weeks to help with Hunter and help me, our parents were there for his birth and my sister Ashley even offered to leave Italy and come over if I needed the help. It took a lot- A WHOLE LOT- to get him here but he arrived and is doing great.

Here is to hoping for a positive outcome for my little fighter. I thank god every day for getting my tiny brunette miracle here safely. I am truly blessed with my little family of four.

So Grown Up!

"Mommy, I'm gonna have to drink coffee and stay up all night to do my homework cause I'm in kindergarten now" - Hunter Dabbs, age 5

And so begins our second year at UMS-Wright.  No longer the youngest.  Now that he is higher up on the food chain my darling son has informed me that they (k-5ers) are going to "rule the playground".  Glad to see he has goals.  Here's to hoping that time slows and I get to enjoy my precious sweet little boy for a while longer before he turns into a hormonal, shaving, hairy chested independent teen that doesn't need hugs and kisses anymore. 

And Then the Boy Had a Name............

Never argue with a pregnant woman. You will almost always lose.  Unless you are Jason Dabbs and make very valid points when you argue.  When we started on this journey of expanding our family I had my baby names picked out.  If we were to have a girl she would be Sally Steuart Goldsborough Dabbs and go by Steuart.  I am the 5th Sally in my family and wanted to name her after my grandmother, Sally Steuart Goldsborough.  Mom is Sally Goldsborough Lambert as was I until I became Sally Goldsborough Lambert Dabbs.  It was a no brainer.  As Jason is the 5th Mark in his family it was also a no brainer that our first boy be named Mark.  The middle name has no family significance but happened to be the only name we could agree on at the time.  Hence Mark Hunter Dabbs.  I was going to have my way this time come hell or high water. If we were to have a boy I wanted to name him Randolph Hooper Dabbs and call him Hooper.  Randolph for my father and Hooper is a family name.  My uncle is Richard Hooper Goldsborough as was my grandfather.  My great grandfather was Donald Hooper Goldsborough and his father was Arthur Hooper Goldsborough who was named for his mothers family- Mary Catherine Hooper.  It's been around a while.  My Uncle has no sons named for him as we are a family of most all girls but he does have two daughters.  Jason adamantly opposed Hooper on the principal that my two cousins should have the right to name their male children after their father first.  I see where he is coming from and thus moved on to tougher battles.  Our second son will not be Randolph Hooper Dabbs.  Rather, he will be named Randolph Steuart Dabbs.  After my father and my grandmothers family.  Yes, it was my girl name but I'm fairly convinced I will be the mother of all boys and again, it's the only thing we could agree on.  At least I get to squeeze a WASPy family name in there some how.  So........Steuart it is!  Hunter helped pick it out and is already calling his little brother by name.  6 months down :-)

Lil Man and Preggers Take the Mid Atlantic

“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.”― George Burns

Upon returning from Tucson in July, which was to my surprise 113 degrees, I had enough time to FINALLY have American Airlines (with whom I will never fly again) deliver my bag two days late, do laundry and repack for two weeks at my parents.  With a 5 year old.

While the JW Marriott Starr Pass was beautiful and could have been relaxing I spent my time there in sessions and did not get rest or relaxation.  So, clearly it makes sense to run off pregnant on a two week trip with your little one.

I was determined to spend some quality time with Hunter over the two week period doing great fun things and have one last hoorah with him as he will no longer be an only child in a few months.  I must say that I was quite impressed with Delta on the way up.  We were EARLY by 20 minutes into both Atlanta AND Philly.  Both legs!  Impressive!

A few days after arriving home to see my family I took Hunter to the Baltimore Zoo.  I had been about 7 years earlier with my family to take my grandmother.  It seemed much smaller than when I was younger, likely because everything seems huge when you are a child.  WELL.  Let me tell you how large that place is when it's 98 degrees out and you are pregnant.  We met a great friend of mine from high school there with his wife and their daughter and had a blast it just so happens that the world was about to melt.  I'm completely used to 98 degree weather.  I live in Mobile for the love of all that is good and holy but there is just something so wrong about triple digits in Baltimore.  Snow I can handle.  Ridiculous hell like heat up there I cannot.  He made sure to wear his Alabama hat so that when we saw "Big Al" (the elephants) then he would be recognized as an Alabama fan.

 A few days after battling the heat of the Baltimore Zoo I thought it would be a wonderful idea to take Hunter to Washington, DC for the day.  After all, the train picks up not far from my parents so it's just a quick ride down there.  Hunter had never had the pleasure of riding on a commuter train.  We stopped at Dunkin' Donuts to get breakfast for the train ride then boarded and we were off.  He loved it.  Once we arrived at Union Station we took the metro out to Woodley Park/ Zoo.  Another zoo!  In 90 something degree heat.  YAY!  The walk from the metro to the zoo is all uphill.  It was delightful.  We spent about 2 hours there.  We saw cats and snakes and elephants and pandas.  It was awesome.  Especially all the walking.  GREAT exercise.  Let me tell ya.  After the zoo we met a childhood friend of mine for lunch then walked over to the mall to visit a couple of the Smithsonian museums.  Next stop- The Air and Space Museum.  By this point I should have mentioned that my child is ALL ABOUT a gift shop.  It's all he wants to do.  His trips revolve around what trinket he can bring home.  At the zoo we picked up a giraffe mask.  At Air and Space it was our first stop.  He grabbed a "top gun" flight helmet.  That he did not take off.  Until bed that night.  He wore that thing all over the museum.  He then proceeded to walk up to some Asian people and speak "Chinese" to them.  Wearing a helmet.  I was the mom with the kid wearing a helmet in public.  He did think the rockets were cool.  Next stop was the Museum of Natural History.  We got there at the end of our day and I was half way to dead.  We ran in and saw the dinosaurs, the hope diamond and quickly I offered up ice cream to get him to agree to head back to the Metro- DURING RUSH HOUR ON A FRIDAY to catch the train home.  There were traffic issues, of course, with the metro.  One train broke down, yada yada.  We ran to catch the train home.  Literally.  Belly and all.  And had to stand through the first two stops.  Not one of those people offered a seat to a pregnant woman with a small lap child.  SHOCKER.  I love the south.  Had we been in Alabama about 90% of the people on that train would have offered up their seat.  Anyway, back to DC.  Then for the two hour ride home we had to listen to a crabby disgruntled couple complain about a girl who was talking on her cell phone.  We were not in a quiet car.  They just didn't like people talking in their car.  The whole while Hunter was asleep on my lap.  In his helmet.  This could quite possibly rank as one of the longest days of my life.  Got GREAT exercise running around our nations capital in the heat.  Not the best idea I have ever had.  He loved every minute.  Made everything worth it.

A couple of days later it was off to the ball park. I grew up going to Orioles games.  My dad and one of my Uncles took my sister and me to our first game when I was about 6.  I still remember what I wore.  That was back in the day when the Orioles played at Memorial Stadium.  Great ball park.  For years after that my aunt and uncle took me for my birthday to a game.  My favorite player was Cal Ripken Jr. forever.  I even went as Cal for halloween one or two years.  Cal with pigtails, of course.  Even the night before our wedding we had our out of town guests to an Orioles game.  They had a really hot first half of the season this year so I thought for fathers day I would treat my dad to an Os game and we could take little man.  The ONLY thing that child wanted was a "foam #1 finger".  We had hot dogs, popcorn, walked around the stadium, got him a t shirt to wear to the game and he even wore the floppy hat that was the promo from the July 23, 2004 game.  We had seats right up the first base line and in the shade- THANK GOD- because it was 100 degrees out.  In case it hasn't been made clear yet we were visiting during the massive heat wave that took over the mid atlantic, north east and mid west the first part of July.  Thought I would throw that in.   Anyway, he didn't complain and we stayed the entire game.  Detroit won but the day could not have been better.  Even without Cal Ripken Jr. on the field.

We ended our trip with a visit to my Uncle Hooper and Aunt Kris' house.  My cousin has a daughter just a few days older than Hunter.  They both have red hair and are adorable together.  He had been talking about "Cousin Zoe" for a while so this just made the entire trip for him.  It was great for me to get to see my family but for him to get to play with the only little cousin he knows was special and oh so cute!  Uncle Hoop picked out a play bow and arrow for him as a gift.  He refers to it as his awesome "bone and arrow" and slept with it that night.  BTW, my cousins daughter is not named Zoe according to Hunter.  It's Cousin Zoe.  Get it right.  Duh.  All things considered we had a wonderful visit home.  It will be my last until at least spring or next summer and it was an enjoyable two weeks.  I accomplished everything that I set out to do.  We took day trips.  We had crabs, a great Philly cheese steak, a real sub (no- Lennys, subway and that place in spring hill do not count as real) saw some good baseball and most importantly spent quality time with family and old friends.  

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder :-)

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”― Marcel Proust

Since my last post we have been Scoot'n around the US.  Literally.  When I wrapped up my last post I was headed to Tucson, Arizona for Kappa Alpha Theta Grand Convention.  As President of the Mobile Bay Alumnae Chapter of Theta it is my duty to represent our chapter at this event that is held every other year.  I am THAT dork that had such a wonderful sorority experience in college that I have remained active beyond graduation.  During my four years at THE University of Alabama I found that Theta was much more than a social organization to me.  It was my home.  Literally and figuratively.  I came to Tuscaloosa from Maryland.  My parents were a thousand miles away and I could not just run up the road to get home for the weekend.  Within those walls I found comfort, support, some of the best friends I will ever have, and most importantly- myself.  I learned lessons in responsibility, morality, loyalty and service to others.  I'm not going to say I did not have fun.  I had a hell of a lot of fun at my parents expense (god love them).  With my sisters I learned how to bong a beer, do a keg stand, and master the schedule of nightly drink specials around town.  We also learned how to look out for each other.  To be the voice of reason in an impaired state and most of all how to keep each other safe.  Moderation.  Great word.  It bothers me when people say that just because you were in a Greek organization that you bought your friends.  I could have made friends anywhere.  It was a mutual choice that I became a member of Kappa Alpha Theta. They chose me and I chose them.  I never bought my way in.  Granted, with my dues I was able to live in a mansion with house keepers and a team of culinary geniuses but they became family too.  And every time I go back to Tuscaloosa on the weekend for a football game don't think for one second that I do not go out of my way to go back to that house and into that kitchen and hunt down Miss Anita and Terry just for the sole purpose of giving them a hug.   It is a part of me and helped shape who I am.  That is why, I suppose, I remain involved.  I believe in the organization and just want to give back a small part of what I gained from being a member.  It was truly an honor to attend Grand Convention.  A dorky honor and I loved it.  Bama is in the middle of recruitment now.  For all of us old fogies that means rush week.  It is 7 days long now.  When I was there it was 5 including bid day.  My pledge class was around 45.  That was considered HUGE back in 1996.  This year they are expecting quota to be somewhere around 120.  I am proud of that house.  Proud to have been a member and I hope that the girls that walk through that door in a few days with the hopes of wearing those three letters will be just as proud.  And if they have half the experience I did there will be a lot of happy involved women a few years down the road.......................

Oh Summer! So much to do!

"Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language." ~Henry James

I cannot believe how busy we have been this summer! It has not stopped and will not until school starts again.

Most of our Scoot'n has been around town and not so much around the South.

Big news! I'm going to be completely outnumbered come December. Baby boy #2 has solidified my role as the minority in my house. At least I still have Maggie our female lab. Hunter cannot wait to have a little brother and I am very excited to get to use his clothes for another baby because so many of them were just too cute!

Other than trips to the pool and a random trip to Dauphin Island or the river we have been running like crazy. I'm still playing tennis and plan to until I have to wobble to stay in shape. The morning sickness is starting to back off a little and I'm getting more energy.

Today I head to Tucson, AZ for Kappa Alpha Theta Grand Convention and Hunter and Jason have boys weekend- no girls. Hunters rules. Then he and I head north!

So basically not much has happened. I'm a year older and growing daily ;-)

Slowin' Down Around the South

"You're going to be a great big brother, Hunter"
"Yea, I know, or body guard.  You know, if it's a little sister"

Well.........the past few weeks have been insanely busy in the Dabbs house.  The boys both celebrated their birthdays at the lake in Mississippi, Hunter had his first year at UMS come to an end and we have announced that.............I'M PREGNANT.

We will be welcoming little baby Dabbs around December 13.  This means that my friends will have a designated driver through the summer, football season, and half of the holiday season.  I haven't been blogging much lately because the most Scootin' I have been doing has been to the pool for Hunter to play.  This lil jelly bean has kept me in bed and ILL.  I'm still playing tennis so I have had some activity but I have not had the energy or felt well enough to go to the gym.  

I have however been scoot'n around Uverse.  The ID channel has been wonderful and I am now addicted to 24.  

Later in June I will be Scoot'n to Tuscon, Arizona and up to Baltimore so I will def blog about our adventures.  Hunter and I will be flying up north and he will be attending his first major league baseball game as the Orioles will take on the Detroit Tigers at Camden Yards.  

It's going to be a fun, hot, long summer. 

Hunter Turns 5 and Jason Turns 13!

Happy Birthday trip to the lake!