So with that being said, I'll start with my oldest, Aydan Lewis Evans born July 24, 2003. My pregnancy with him was easy until it was finally time to deliver. He was two weeks late before the doctors decided to do an ultra sound and found there was too much fluid around him. I was admitted shortly after that and within minutes of my water breaking, nurses flooded the room. His heart rate was slowing because of a prolapsed cord.
I was rushed into surgery and in extreme pain as the nurse shoved the cord back into my uterus. That was definitely a holy shit moment if I've ever had one. Shortly after surgery I was able to hold my precious baby boy. He was so beautiful and flawless in every way. Everything was perfect, but it wasn't until a couple days later I realized I wasn't gaining any strength.
During surgery, I had lost a lot of blood and wasn't healing. I opted for a blood transfusion. If you've ever had one then you'll know that it's much more pleasant having blood drawn rather than having it pumped into your veins. It's painful. The nurses would bring me heated pads of some sort all throughout the night. In the morning, however, I felt incredibly relieved because I could tell I was starting to feel like myself again. I can't remember just how long I spent in the hospital, but I do know it was much longer than the typical.
Fast forward to now and Aydan is still my beautiful precious boy, just with a bit more attitude. He is probably my most emotional child out of all of them. He's always been sensitive, but he can spit fire just like the rest of them. He's very quick witted, friendly, and sweet. He's extremely bright, but unfortunately, he doesn't apply himself the way he should. He's more interested in video games and playing with friends than anything else.
We have tried all kinds of things to get him to stay focused on school work, including grounding and taking his games away, but nothing works. We finally contacted the school to have him tested to make sure there's no underlining issue we are unaware of. Hopefully, we will have answers soon.
As for my second son, Zander Lewis Evans, he hasn't ever had issues with academics. He is extremely smart and quick at everything he does. He can see a word once and know how to spell it and read just about anything. He is our most challenging child though.
With a successful c-section on February 7, 2006 he was another perfect, bouncing baby boy. We noticed quickly that he seemed to have separation anxiety when I wasn't around. Not many people could hold him without him screaming and reaching for me. I learned fast to do things one handed.
At his yearly check up, his doctor noticed that he should be saying more words than what he was and referred us to an early intervention specialist. She came every week to visit with him and often brought a speech therapist with her as well. He very rarely left my side and refused to speak to them. When he turned 3, he was enrolled in the Harold Lewis Center for developmental disabilities in Marysville, Ohio. He went there for 3 years and never spoke a word until year 3.
The excitement we all felt when they finally heard his sweet voice was incredible. If we would have had fireworks, I guarantee we would have lit them. He only said one word at first, but then it was a phrase. Before you knew it, he was talking like crazy. You would never know now that he ever had an issue with talking. He loves getting up in front of his class and speaking, he never shows fear. I don't know why he wouldn't speak for such a long time, but I am forever grateful to the staff at the Harold Lewis Center.
His struggles didn't stop there, I'm afraid. He speaks extremely well now and screams with the same wild fervency. His anger is uncontrollable and his fits come and go quickly and without warning. He can be the most gentle little boy and two seconds later turns into a tornado, destructing everything in his path.
Doors are slammed, clothes and toys being thrown to the floor or against the wall. Continuous kicking and stomping, screaming at the top of his lungs and shoving or hitting his siblings. It's hazardous for anyone in his path.
Charts don't work, time outs are a joke, spanking doesn't do anything except bring on more screaming. I'm completely at a loss. I attempt to talk to him, but usually takes me about 30 minutes before he's calm enough to hear me. It's beyond frustrating at times and I won't lie, sometimes I lose it. I've spent many hours, hiding my tears from my children because I'm at wits end. The medication he's on helps, but only very little. It's a constant and every day struggle, but I wouldn't change a hair on my 'little buddy's' head.
I suppose it's time to tell you of my 'queens of the castle.' My oldest daughter Zayna Elizabeth Evans was born on February 20th of 2007 just a year and 13 days from her brother. She is one of the cutest and lovable little girls you will ever meet. It's actually scary how social she is. My husband and I are always telling her that she can't talk to strangers and never to go with anyone she doesn't know. I'm terrified she will be lured by some psychopath with a dog.
She loves everyone she meets and will be the first in line to lend a helping hand. Although, I adore this quality in her, it usually means she is on my heals ninety percent of the day. When she is in her 'helpful' moods, I can't even use the restroom without her following me.
Out of all of my kids, I see myself in her though. She literally walks around singing all day and thinks her life is a musical. I'm fairly certain she get's this from me. She's my mini-me.
I had her name picked out since I was about the age she is now. I'd heard it when I was young on a tv show, Hanging With Mr. Cooper and fell in love with the name. I used it every time I played Barbies with my friend and it stuck with me. My husband didn't have much choice in the matter.
Sticking with the trend of A's and Z's, we had our 4th and last (at least that I am having) daughter named Autumn Shay Evans. She was born on December 30, 2009. She is my baby and KNOWS it. She owns the roost or at least thinks she does. Although I don't think she's that far off. She can pretty much get what she wants because if she doesn't get it from one person, she will just keep asking until someone gives in.
She was a surprise to say the least. My husband and I (especially myself) were in denial for the first little bit. I was supposed to stop at 3, but didn't know that until it was too late to have the doc tie my tubes. Needless to say, they're tied now.
All of my kids have picked up my husband and I's sarcastic attitudes, but Autumn definitely takes the prize on the most off-the-wall responses. She always has some random comment or two cents that she will throw in at the most awkward times.
Now that we have moved into our new house she is getting slightly better at sleeping in her own room, but most of the time she still ends up in my bed making my king size bed into a size much smaller than a twin. I won't lie though, I enjoy our snuggles.
Each years my children get older there's always something new and different that they pick up and personalities they've left behind. Each day is a new adventure and I welcome them with open arms. I love my children and am truly grateful and blessed to have them near me each and every day.
Happy Easter everyone!
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