Little bit of a back story. Back in 2010 when we first moved here - and since, I haven't made a lot of friends. But Cal started dating this girl and I became very fast good friends with her mom. If I am going to be honest, which I like to be, I have to say that Mom and daughter both turned out to be pathological liars.
So we had moved into this beautiful house and it was expensive. But we couldn't continue to live there. So Mom offered to let us move in with them. So we did. Worst mistake ever. We were only there for a couple of months. Then we moved out, and moved where we are now.
In the process, though, I met her son. Her son is Cal's age (2 years older than Cal actually.) And she had told me all these horrible things about him, but when I met him, I didn't see any of that. I saw a good kid who was trying and not getting the love or support he needed. I saw her making promises to buy him stuff, do things, etc and so on, half of which she didn't keep. But anything I asked him to help with - he did. And any promises I made to him, I kept. He started calling me "Auntie" almost immediately and his Mom was shocked, said, he didn't call anyone family related things unless they were and I should be honored. So I was.
Fast forward a bit. After we left on extremely bad terms. Mom moved out and down to Oklahoma to be with an ex boyfriend of hers, they ended up getting married. I don't really know what happened with the daughter, she jumped around from home to home for a bit (this was after she tried to falsely accuse Cal of rape. Cops involved, everything.) Kale (the son) was living with his (then) girlfriend's family an hour away. And the psycho boyfriend who made our lives miserable, well..... I had hoped a metor had come and crashed to the Earth directly on top of him either killing him or turning his lifeless body into that of a sugar laced Edger suit.... but .... alas.... neither are true. (He was recently seen in our neighbor hood, sadly, I hope the natives come and scalp him to honor their ancestors.) .... no, I have no love for him.
So.... Mom, well... she died in March of 2012. Complications of some knee surgery, suspected and unproven foul play with the husband. She and I had been talking a bit. I didn't take anything she said seriously, after the track history with her, I just couldn't. She was faking a pregnancy when I met her. I mean, I couldn't take one.single.word. seriously. Not one. But when she died, I was in shock. Total shock. It was Kale who told me. "Hey Auntie, Mom died" ... it broke my heart.
I kept in contact with him. Through break-up, new relationship, and that's the last I spoke to him for a few months. Then out of the blue last Fall (August) I get this message from him. "Hey Auntie," I am like "Hey long time no talk!" ... so we chit-chat a bit and he says "Do you know someplace my girlfriend and I can stay for a night or two?" I ask why. "We've been on the streets for a few months."
WOW... just .... WOW.
This kid has had NOTHING. His parents are shit. He has had no support system at all. So I called DB and told him, he happened to be in the same town as them at the time (half hour away) and I gave him DB's number and told him to get in touch with him, he'd pick them up.
The got here, got food in their bellies, a hot shower, a bed to sleep in. We made an agreement, arrangement. They were both going to A: get their GEDs/HS Diploma and B: Look for work ... and C: Drivers Licenses. They could stay with us. They were responsible to help pay for food, to help with rent and bills. Agreed. It was a few days until I found out that ... Shila (the girlfriend) had a one year old daughter from a previous relationship. Baby lived with Dad (probably because Shila was on the streets.) ... but that didn't sound like the greatest of situations either.
So - after a bit, I keep saying that Kale is now my adopted son because his Mom died and he needs family. NO really, they both need a good strong family environment, with people that they know they can count on. So the baby, Clairah, became my Grandbaby.
Yep, I'm a grandma :) ... or Nonna.
Clairah ... or Claire-Bear ... doesn't care that I want to be called Nonna though.... to her.... I am "Gamma" ... lol
Right now we get her every Wednesday. I have Shila journal-ling. She's a great mom and very devoted to Clairah. Clairah is very much stuck up Shila's bottom too right now until she gets used to people and places. We had her finally used to us and then I got sick and for a couple of weeks, she couldn't come over here and spend time with us. So when she came back, it was like starting at square one. She was also super tired and not feeling well either. But it's all good, I've been around crying babies before. I have no problem.
So ... as I said waaaaaaaay up top, I suspected that someone in my house is pregnant. She's been on the depo shot, and it's been screwing up her periods bad. She was getting them, literally, every two weeks for a bit. Then she about evened out and she'd get hers about a week before I would. So when I got two and she had only gotten one .... I tried to figure out the nicest way to ask her if she was late. So I just did and she confirmed that the last one she got was the beginning of November... and we were in late December.
Da-da-daaahhhhuuummmmm ......
So a couple of nights ago, Shila went and hung out with her sister for a bit. She came home with two pregnancy tests.
It was funny because she came home, peed, showed me the tests, and then she disappeared in the bathroom a half hour later - and I knew she was taking it. Well, normally I would think - bad call - but we figured she'd be at least 6 weeks along - so testing like that shouldn't really matter.
And sure enough she came out with this.....
Test line is darker than the control line..... yep. I don't think there is any denying that one.
The only thing though was - she's been spotting off and on, and cramping. Based on best guess of LMP (November 4 by guess) she should be 9 weeks, due August 11th.
So she took another test yesterday morning and got another positive. But this time the control line was darker and the test line was like the control line above. It was basically the test above but the lines were switched in terms of darkness.
This is both tests side by side taken today. (Instagram w/ filter) ... The top one was the one above, and the bottom one the one from yesterday morning.
So of course seeing the above, they are both concerned. Frankly - so was I - but I wasn't going to let on. The above type of tests for me, would mean one thing, impending miscarriage. But I brushed it off as the second one was taken with first morning urine (FMU) and it was more diluted. The first one she took was a hella lot more concentrated. Which was all true. Who knows, maybe that is why. Regardless, I didn't want them to worry.
Clairah came on Wednesday and we talked about Mommy having a baby in her belly. She gave Mommy's belly kisses.... and hugged it.... it was cute. She's 18 months now.
So today - I spent a lot of time trying to figure out her insurance, if she was still active on it, etc and so on. Many hours on the phone. Got everything hooked up and checked out and told the kids if they wanted me to take her into the ER for the spotting and cramping I would.
So we did. I took Shila in, don't even get me started on the people in the waiting room. There were two babies that came in after us, one was a 6 week old baby girl with a hernia.... another was a 3 month old little boy with constipation. Oye. Been there, done that. So we were playing with them and talking to the parents... But this one girl ... heavy set, nice looking, started screaming and saying things like "I am WIRED, I have to eat, can I eat," and the guy behind the desk told her no. She continued to screech and scream and stomp her foot, the whole nine yards. She goes "can I have some tea, can you get me some tea?" Shila and I just looked at each other, secretly thinking "Is this woman for real?" .... so he calms her down a bit, and she enters our side of the waiting room, with a hidden cookie (not even kidding) - sits in the corner - plugs in her phone and lets out this SCREAM. "OMG I don't have my paper, It's back there. I need my paper it's so important it's an important paper!" He says "You haven't even been back there" and after 30 seconds of it continuing he comes out and says "Is it this?" and handed her what looked to be her ID or Med card. She says "NOOOOOOOOOOOO, it's an important paper" and carries on - finally he gets it out of her what the important paper was. It was a volunteer form for the YMCA.
Dumbfounded.
He says "Oh well I can print one off for you" .... next thing I know, she's gone and security is up there. Ha.... whoops.
Anyway ... we finally get taken back and the nurse tells her to undress, she's like "Why?" LOL... she knew why, just being difficult. Anyway - we kept each other laughing. Normal early pregnancy concerns with spotting and cramping, is the baby in the right place, is the baby viable, etc and so on. I told them most the information, 15 miscarriages, I think I kinda know what they information they were looking for.
But blood work confirmed the pregnancy. Everything else looked good. Ultrasound was done.
Everything looked good on the ultrasound. Baby was right where it should be. There is only one. Baby was measuring 8 1/2 weeks and due date based on size was August 17th. We were about a week off. We'll see what her "official" due date is after she sees the doctors. But we're going off the size right now. Heart rate was about 174. Everything looked great.
There is a baby! Shila asked for pictures but the ER Ultrasound machines aren't made to print off pictures, so we'll just share the pictures of the ultrasound machine. Ha ha ...
She does have a small pocket - I forgot completely what the doctor called it - but it's a small pocket of blood under the placenta that is causing her to spot, but he said it's completely normal and will resolve on it's own.
So ... looks like August might be busy for us :)
