When I look at my son my heart turns right around! Without a doubt in my mind my son Ethan makes me the happiest mom I've ever known to mankind. When he looks at me with that little cookie dough ball face and watches me with those little chocolate chip size eyes I feel my whole being ignite and light up. This precious little gift from God has become unimaginable joy in my heart.
When I found out months ago I had a cancerous cyst on my ovary during my pregnancy God couldn't pick a better time to bare the news! I never felt so much courageous and calm. I expected devastation and suffering to follow yet with Ethan waiting to come into the world and me beings the one to endure that responsibility my mind was set only on this little boy not even out of the womb to see and feel and taste what life would have for him.
When I found out the cyst was cancer free and would be monitored for the rest of my life the news was earth shaking, yet having the news of becoming a mother surpassed anything else in the way. In other words, this little boy changel my whole world more than anything I've experienced in my thirty six years.
This is the year Hilary and the Donald were elected to run for office, and the Chicago Cubs won the World Series. There was a sad goodbye to nothing. Everything is still where it was before I became a mother. Of course I get pegged .
Just rough. Passing through the 3rd trimester was a good dream. It's the last month you hear about your status and the norms of your life and baby'sfirst breath. Videos enough to deliver anywhere. Movies enough to make it look easy and convenient even darn right good.
You can't remember you're partners name some days he becomes "dad". And you can't put 2 and 2 together. You play U2 songs on repeat when the antacids are backfiring you took so many. You feel like a trader to your family and a two face to your friends after your own body has betrayed you with high sugars and retained water. Wow!
You are still you somewhere in the cocoon. In the container God made for your baby, your entire being who deserved all the joy in the world and you get it.
I still can hear him crying and the ilder he gets.the better with crying he gets. Doctors were right learn the cries and meanings. Amazing simply a newborn laughing, or yelling. Very pure and as fresh as the new wind s of fall.
Just pitiful is the learning of talking, and crawling. Saddens.me to see them so trusting of to be fed, cuddled, and changed of diapers. A mother cannot tire from these things. Sharing him is.erven more.challenging more so while.living with ruthless and relentless
When was your first baseball game and where? Well, I remember the why I went to a baseball game
and it was to see what drew in such a continuous fan base all season. When I was younger I didn't watch sports let alone baseball.
My dad bought one of those little umbrella hats with blue and red colors to keep out the rain at a Cubs game once and that was my only memory of
a sports game. When friends, family, or strangers asked which team I liked best I learned to say that I'm a fair weather fan, and that I enjoyed
both the Sox and the Cubs. Then I turned 36 years old, and maybe that age had to do with it but I wanted a baby and had a son whose dad inspired me
to watch the Cubs. I sat with our newborn for 2016 summer and fall games of the Cubs and didn't realize how exciting they were to watch with all the
fun and heart and soul in baseball. When the Cubs were lead into the National Division I couldn't believe how great it was to see them win the playoffs.
Suspense grew steamy and the temperature for baseball was hot. It was every night in my basement watching the Cubs on the flat screen that drove me
to watch the game from inning 1 to the 9th inning when I could stay up and keep my eyes open. Hendricks getting hit by a line drive, Rizzos robust
homeruns, Fowlers comebacks, Ariettas charm, Monteros grandslam, Kowasakis speed, Hayworth's spirit, and all their gifts and talents combined to play ball. Pinch hitters in game one at the
start surprised me and agitation grew making my skin crawl while the back of the hairs on my neck stood up. In my opinion, Kyle S. and the other pinch hitters threw my pattern off of the line up
as the game 1 of the World Series sky rocketed in flight. I'm used to seeing the communication of regular players and following their behavior or performance patterns so I couldn't bite my
tongue so easy with good grief about why and reasons as to team work would be and was dampened by the adjustments, the earth for me as the Cubs transitioned into the World Series. I felt a
silence in the house for a moment, so memorable time stood still; you would have thought it was Christmas Eve when the Cubs and Indians were going to play in the World Series. Who could be
better prepared than they can, and fans on the news lining up at Wrigley Field and Wile bars to watch the game on the televisions the year my son was born, a mark only love can make and go
down in world history! Go Cubs Go! The year of Trump vs. Hilary in the presidential campaign, and the comic hero's batman vs. superman? here comes a valuable time in history for Baseball as
the Cubs play the Indians in the world series.
There is a roster of Cubs players for 2016 and while I've only seen the same line up there probably all very talented players with a lot to offer waiting to be on the baseball field. Last year the
Bears were on every Sunday at Ethan's dads house and Monday night most of the time. This year with the Cubs making the World Series, there isn't one Bears game on by Eric, Ethans dad hence, a
very poor fan of the Bears and Cubs considering when they are losing he turns the tube off. Nevertheless, he has been a diehard fan since he was born and is proud to watch them both with his son today!
On the flip side no one has time to stay up until midnight it seems while these Chicago teams are played late in the night here in NW Indiana, the Region, Central Time. As a mother I manage to
keep up with sports 36 years later. Before these pastimes were a tickle and a whisper in my ear
brushing in and out, I don't or didn't have much interest to keep up with sports before my newborn son, so maybe that's why I've fallen for the Cubs this year as they took my breath away winning
the World Series to top the cake.
I can't get enough of the pitchers this year for what its worth they are solid, and outstanding from every team the Cubs played against from the games I've caught and for one week watched
religiously while nursing my infant in my parents basement. The more I FELT FOR THEM the more I spotted how amazing they played and their performance records grew on me. Watching Rizzo
jump in the crowds for the ball, and run that extra mile giving 120 percent as first basemen, Jake, and Jason pitching wow, and Lackey superb. Contreras, Bias, Russell, even Kawasaki, and Zebras
gelled to the field with catches and base runs that moved me from the couch to jump for joy this year.
Bryant, and Hendricks man, blew my baby brain away with the way they took one for the team come rain or come shine. How do they keep up with the injuries and keep such youth, stealth,
vibrance, enthusiasm in Kyle and Kris as the twinkle in their eye was the air in my lungs for this hearty, wholesome, and wistful group of fun determined diligent ball players with a solid as rock
coach called Madden the World Series were bound to be all of theirs sooner or later, and as the World Series of 2016 fly by, my laundry and left overs are slowly chipping away while I sleep with
one eye open to see the Cubs and Indians shake the earth with stamina, and endurance. Go Cubs Go! Coughlin.
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