Julia Helene Eagan is 26 days, 23 hours, and 55 minutes old as of this minute. Isn't she beautiful?
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
I'm sick
You know how horrible it is to have a really bad cold in the middle of the winter when it's freezing outside and it hurts to breath because you've been coughing so much and you're nose won't stop running but it's all stuffed up and then it hurts because you blow it so much and your throat hurts and your head hurts and you're achy and you have a fever? And you know how good it feels then to get home and crawl into bed and get warm and take some NyQuil and go to sleep? Yeah, that's the one good thing about colds in winter - the warm bed or warm bath and tea and chicken soup part. Summer colds just all around suck.
My head hurts.
My lungs hurt.
My throat hurts.
My nose won't stop running but it's all stuffed up and I can't breath. And it hurts because I've had to blow it so much.
I'm too hot to sleep, even with every fan I own pointed at me, because I have a fever and it's 800 degrees outside.
When I finally do get to sleep the fans blow the little hairs around my face across my eyes and nose and tickle me and I wake up.
And I think my goldfish is dying...his nose is turning black.
My head hurts.
My lungs hurt.
My throat hurts.
My nose won't stop running but it's all stuffed up and I can't breath. And it hurts because I've had to blow it so much.
I'm too hot to sleep, even with every fan I own pointed at me, because I have a fever and it's 800 degrees outside.
When I finally do get to sleep the fans blow the little hairs around my face across my eyes and nose and tickle me and I wake up.
And I think my goldfish is dying...his nose is turning black.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Pretty Mary
I've gotta get to work, so I can't write a long post on the events leading up to this picture (not that I can remember them exactly, anyway), but I'm pretty sure that's wine on Mary's dress, and that that is not her first glass in her hand...
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Best wedding of the year...
Last Saturday Mike and Lisa got married. The party started sometime last year and ended Sunday morning...here's what I remember of it...
The party, for me, started Thursday night with the bachelorette. For pics of that, go to
Katie's Blog. I could tell stories, but I think I'll keep them between me, Lisa, the girls, and the hotdog vendor...
Friday was the rehersal dinner. I, honestly, don't remember much after getting home from the Church. I don't have any pictures of that, either, but I'll post some if I get them.
Here's the first picture of Saturday. We had gotten our hair done, and were enjoying mimosas and bagels with the Battaglia's.
Then the flowers came. We rushed to get dressed, put on make-up, and make ourselves beautiful before the photographers got there.
The ceremoney was absolutely beautiful. Very "Mike & Lisa." I'll never forget watching Mike hold Lisa's hands with his eyes closed during the ceremony with the biggest smile on his face.
After the ceremony the Boys had stocked the trolley:
Dancing,
and kissing (ok, this was the only kiss I got at the reception, but I liked the picture and wanted to post it...)
Oddly, I don't remember much of the end of the night...this is how it ended for me:
The party, for me, started Thursday night with the bachelorette. For pics of that, go to
Katie's Blog. I could tell stories, but I think I'll keep them between me, Lisa, the girls, and the hotdog vendor...
Friday was the rehersal dinner. I, honestly, don't remember much after getting home from the Church. I don't have any pictures of that, either, but I'll post some if I get them.
Here's the first picture of Saturday. We had gotten our hair done, and were enjoying mimosas and bagels with the Battaglia's.
Then the flowers came. We rushed to get dressed, put on make-up, and make ourselves beautiful before the photographers got there.
The ceremoney was absolutely beautiful. Very "Mike & Lisa." I'll never forget watching Mike hold Lisa's hands with his eyes closed during the ceremony with the biggest smile on his face.
After the ceremony the Boys had stocked the trolley:
So we drank while we waited for Mike and Lisa to finish their pictures.
And then we drank some more...
And took a nap...
Finally, after dodging some paparazzi:
Mike and Lisa got to the trolly.
The reception at Pearl St. was a blur of cake,
speeches,
Dancing,
and kissing (ok, this was the only kiss I got at the reception, but I liked the picture and wanted to post it...)
Oddly, I don't remember much of the end of the night...this is how it ended for me:
Somehow, I managed to get up Sunday morning in time for Brunch and then Taste of Buffalo.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Birth Story
Ok, so, after 4 hours of sleep I feel like I can write now. I tried last night but I couldn't really express how I felt. It was weird. I had nine months to get ready for this...I read all the baby magazines Esther had, I watched all the Baby Story and Special Delivery and Birth Story and Materinty Ward I could. I had been there, kinda, for Sam, Aidan and Noah's births (I was in Buffalo when Sam was born in CT, and in NYC when the twins were born in Buffalo). We got over the gestational diabeties, and even went out for ice cream and chicken finger subs once or twice or a few hundred times. I talked to Esther about what she learned in lamaze, I talked to my friends who had babies about what they went through. And then I figured, all I had to do was go sit in a bar somewhere until John called and said, "It's a girl," or "It's a boy" and then run to the hospital to see the baby. Afterall, I wasn't giving birth.
But then Thursday night Esther went in to be induced. And I was a little nervous. I didn't sleep well. I blamed it on the cat. He wouldn't lie still so I could sleep. That's why I got up 2 hours before I had to. And all the diet coke I had during the day on Thursday.
Friday morning when I called home and Mimi answered the phone in her worried voice saying, "Julia?" not, "Hello?" I almost drove right off the skyway. I was using my hands-free, but in a half a second I thought, "Why is she worried? where is mom? what's wrong with Esther? What's wrong with the baby? Why didn't anyone call me? Are they OK? How do you get to Childrens from here?" Of course, everything was fine. Mom was on her way to the hospital to sit with Esther so John could go home and shower. Mimi should not answer the phone.
Around 9:30 when Dad came out and said they were taking her in to do a c-section I felt a little sick. Not my "ew-blood" sick, more of a "don't hurt my sister" sick. I knew it was a possibility, and they had been talking about it seriously for about 3 hours, but it was scary. And the waiting room got kinda quiet. Of course, we were most of the waiting room. It was Dad, Louis, Mary, Mike, Lisa, Me, Mo Gina, Ginny, Jim, and Mom, but Mom was in waiting with John then. When she came out she and Ginny cried for a minute. The the midwife came out and asked for a camera, because the baby was almost out. I was surprised at how quick it went. I was also surprised when the midwife came out a few minutes later and said, "You have a girl!" Not that she's a girl, I thought she might have been, but that she didn't let John tell us. Anyway, everyone yelled, Ginny, mom, Gina, Lisa, and Mary cried a little bit. And then when John came out and said "It's a girl," we all cried. I felt so relieved, because I knew he wouldn't leave Esther and the baby unless they were doing well. It was like and emotional weight that I didn't really realize was there was lifted off my chest and I just wanted to, well, cry. John had 3 pictures of Julia on the camera, and we could tell she was OK, and he said Esther was OK, and I didn't feel so sick anymore.
The midwife let John hold baby Julia up for us to see and take pictures of later. She's absolutely beautiful, as you can see, and from the first minute John held her up I was in love with her. I'm so proud of Esther and John. I have decided, though, that this is why I won't be having babies anytime soon (among other reasons). I could hardly handle it emotionally when Esther had a baby!
In a few hours I'm meeting Gina, Mary, and Lisa to buy some pink and purple clothes and then we're going to the hospital again. I'm sure I'll have a few more pictures to post then...
But then Thursday night Esther went in to be induced. And I was a little nervous. I didn't sleep well. I blamed it on the cat. He wouldn't lie still so I could sleep. That's why I got up 2 hours before I had to. And all the diet coke I had during the day on Thursday.
Friday morning when I called home and Mimi answered the phone in her worried voice saying, "Julia?" not, "Hello?" I almost drove right off the skyway. I was using my hands-free, but in a half a second I thought, "Why is she worried? where is mom? what's wrong with Esther? What's wrong with the baby? Why didn't anyone call me? Are they OK? How do you get to Childrens from here?" Of course, everything was fine. Mom was on her way to the hospital to sit with Esther so John could go home and shower. Mimi should not answer the phone.
Around 9:30 when Dad came out and said they were taking her in to do a c-section I felt a little sick. Not my "ew-blood" sick, more of a "don't hurt my sister" sick. I knew it was a possibility, and they had been talking about it seriously for about 3 hours, but it was scary. And the waiting room got kinda quiet. Of course, we were most of the waiting room. It was Dad, Louis, Mary, Mike, Lisa, Me, Mo Gina, Ginny, Jim, and Mom, but Mom was in waiting with John then. When she came out she and Ginny cried for a minute. The the midwife came out and asked for a camera, because the baby was almost out. I was surprised at how quick it went. I was also surprised when the midwife came out a few minutes later and said, "You have a girl!" Not that she's a girl, I thought she might have been, but that she didn't let John tell us. Anyway, everyone yelled, Ginny, mom, Gina, Lisa, and Mary cried a little bit. And then when John came out and said "It's a girl," we all cried. I felt so relieved, because I knew he wouldn't leave Esther and the baby unless they were doing well. It was like and emotional weight that I didn't really realize was there was lifted off my chest and I just wanted to, well, cry. John had 3 pictures of Julia on the camera, and we could tell she was OK, and he said Esther was OK, and I didn't feel so sick anymore.
The midwife let John hold baby Julia up for us to see and take pictures of later. She's absolutely beautiful, as you can see, and from the first minute John held her up I was in love with her. I'm so proud of Esther and John. I have decided, though, that this is why I won't be having babies anytime soon (among other reasons). I could hardly handle it emotionally when Esther had a baby!
In a few hours I'm meeting Gina, Mary, and Lisa to buy some pink and purple clothes and then we're going to the hospital again. I'm sure I'll have a few more pictures to post then...
Friday, July 01, 2005
YAY!!!
I woke up at 5 this morning (excited about my new niece or nephew coming today...or maybe about the wedding next week...) and couldn't get back to sleep, so I was reading my old posts and I found THE STATE GAME !!!! I will never get anything done again.
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