Tyler Aaron Reed was born on Friday, April 3, at 11:45 am. My sister was only in labor for 3 hours!! Tyler was having some trouble breathing right after he was born, so they took him to the nursery to be on oxygen and, I think, some type of medicine. He was there for about 24 hours and then they let him go with his Momma in her room.
You can see the bandage on his hand where he had an iv for part of that time. But he's doing wonderfully now! He weighed 7 lbs 7 oz and was 20 inches long. They will be going home tomorrow. I have no idea when I'll actually get to see him in person. Considering that they live in Indiana and I'm in Texas, who knows. I had considered flying up there at the end of the month for a visit, but after a lengthy discussion with my husband, he put the kibosh on my plans. I'm not sure why. It certainly can't have anything to do with the fact that I'll be 8 months pregnant at that time. I was hoping it would work out, but it doesn't look like it will.
So I have to wrap up this blog with a bit about my day today. Keith was asked to go hog hunting this evening, so he wanted to do some target practice at his parents' place beforehand. Since his parents are out of town, I figured Garrett and I would come along and ride around on the 4 wheeler for a few hours, then pick up pizza from Pizza Pro, which is something I've been craving lately.
We got down there and Keith got the 4 wheeler out of the garage for me and took it for a spin around the yard (his parents live on 50 acres, and next door are his grandparents on another 50 acres, so there's plenty of room to ride on.) For some strange reason, his parents' German Shephard, Hank, was NOT happy with us riding the 4 wheeler. He was perfectly fine with us being there and being in the yard. He's not a new dog, so he does know us and is familiar with us. But as soon as Keith started riding around the house, he immediately started barking, growling, and snapping at him, all while running back and forth in front of him trying to stop him from going anywhere. It was VERY irritating and a little worrisome because he is a pretty big dog and could hurt you if he got a hold on your arm or leg. Keith drug him down to the dog house to tie him up so Garrett and I would be free to ride around. Keith wasn't going to be in our vicinity with his target practice so he wouldn't be able to keep Hank away from us once he left. Somehow Hank managed to get out of his collar and chase Keith around on the 4 wheeler some more. So Keith took him back down to the pen, put the collar back on him (this time a little tighter), and came back up. Next thing we know, here comes that stupid dog again. He always wears the collar, so I'm not sure why he leaves it on when he's able to get out of it. I just told Keith to forget about it because I knew he was losing time to be down at the shooting range.
After he left, I tried one more time with the 4 wheeler. At first, it seemed like Hank was going to be ok with Garrett and I riding on it because we were going pretty slow and sticking close to the house, but after our 2nd lap, he started getting really aggressive again. So I parked it and we went inside. I wish we could have atleast stayed outside so Garrett could play because it was such a nice day, but that dog proved to me that he could not be trusted if he was going to behave like that. The few times we did walk out there, I armed myself with a big stick that I would have used if I needed to. He never once barked or growled at us, but he did follow us everywhere we went. Keith would have been happy if I had armed myself with more than a stick, but I wasn't going to use deadly force unless it was necessary. I personally think that dog is bipolar.
After a couple of hours, Keith came back and I went and picked up the yummy pizza. While I was gone, Keith managed to ride the 4 wheeler far from the house and for whatever reason, Hank left him alone. So Garrett did get a nice ride today and he even got to see an armadillo. But before we left, Keith was putting the 4 wheeler back in the garage, and Hank was back to his old tricks with barking and growling at him. See? Bipolar.
Keith left with a friend of his to go hunting and Garrett and I headed home. About halfway here (which is an hour's drive), I noticed that our SUV was driving a little funny. It was pretty windy today, so I hoped that's all it was, but I knew deep down that it wasn't. But it was still driving and handling ok, so I just kept on going. The closer I got to our exit, the more I knew that something was wrong. I figured it was a flat tire, but, again, the SUV was handling ok and I wasn't hearing any weird sounds. I told myself that I would keep driving until it wouldn't go anymore or I heard something that sounded really bad. I also prayed. A lot.
Somehow we managed to pull into our garage safely. I immediately jumped out to check the car over, and there it was, the front, passenger side tire was almost completely flat, but still intact. I have to say that I've always been a little apprehensive about the fact that our SUV has Firestone tires on it, what with all the bad press they got several years ago with blowouts and causing SUV's to rollover. But this tire held together really well considering that I drove a good ways on it with very little air in it. I immediately called Keith to let him know and he was happy that we were home safely and didn't care about the tire, so long as we weren't on the side of the road. I know the tire is definitely ruined and we won't be able to patch it after today, but it was worth my sanity and safety to keep from pulling over on the side of the road with a 3 year old, and myself being 7 months pregnant. I'm not sure what caused the tire to do this, but I'm sure it has something stuck in it because Keith would have noticed if it was low on air before we left his parents' house. He's very hyper about tire maintenance and keeping them properly aired up and in good shape.
So thus ends what felt like a ridiculously long day. I'm so glad it's over.
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