Tough Times.

Oh how I long to have internet back at home. Our economic climate is a wee bit on the dismal side, and so now, with neither Rudy or I working, we are constantly struggling just to buy food. I never thought I would see a day where finding food would become an issue. I've lived without television and internet before (though I of course went through withdrawal like a drug addict!), but that was minor in comparison, especially when considering we have two children to feed.

Right now, with Rudy in school, we are mostly living off what little extra federal aid he can muster, as well as whatever we may borrow from family and friends. It is definitely no way to live. Stress has us yelling at each other all the time, as opposed to finding constructive solutions to our problems.

I just sit back, sometimes, and picture my babies in my head to try to remember who I'm struggling to be better for. I want them to have the world (when they earn it!), without having to worry if my lights will still be on when I get home.

I am sure there will be many hard decisions coming up fairly quickly, but I believe in the power of our family to survive, because alone I overcame hardship, and with family I can overcome anything.

Forever and a Day.

Ok! I cannot believe it has been so long, but that's what happens when you don't have internet at home and are far too busy to cart your computer somewhere else in order to update.

Or maybe I'm just a little lazy. Or maybe it's all of the above.

Delaney Virginia Gomez was born on May 13th at 10:20am via repeat c-section. I was totally scared to death of the spinal because my emergency c-section with Afton was traumatic to me. It took the resident five failures before the attending took over and managed a mostly successful spinal. Now, three weeks later, my back is in distress.
Delaney doesn't really look like me, or Rudy yet, but she does have some similarities to Afton, at least in the nose and ear area. She's been a great sleeper, usually going 3-4 hours between feedings, and she's a hungry girl! I keep having to supplement with formula to make up the lack in breastmilk. As long as I can get in a good six to eight weeks of breastfeeding, I will be happy.

Now, if somehow I can get my hormones under control, I will be great. I hate post-pardum depression. Hate hate hate it.