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Great Grandchild #4Arrives

Touched

by c12samb

My granddaughter, eldest daughter of my eldest daughter arrived here on Maryland’s Eastern Shore a week prior to Christmas from Oklahoma City,OK.  Sam’s Mom and Dad had flown to OKC, jumped into the Cow Pusher Suburban with children # 1, 2 & 3 and headed East to Maryland. Sam was with child and would deliver that child here in Maryland. PRMC would be the hospital, no barn stall for this child due shortly after Christmas.

Husband Z was in the Gulf or Desert if you wish, acting as a Taxi Driver in a A-3 ,AWACS, 707. Both Father and Mother 2B are U.S. Air Force Captains on active duty. Mama would deliver her newest child here on the Eastern Shore and if all went well, dad would view the coming attraction on the Internet. ( If you follow my writing at all your aware this might not happen in this suspect IT zone).

I can not say any plaudits that would be inadequate in describing the love and sacrifice the  grandparents to be have put forth for this child and grandchild to be. Oh, and the three come priors, S p O I L e D! There is also a BiG YeLLoW Lab, Lady Liberty is her name who has given nothing but licks of love to all involved. Oh, did I mention Libby is just thrilled with on the floor food droppings during this entire event.

Mama is amazing, as she waited and she goes this adventure alone. Aunt Abby was right there day in and day out until she said, “Mississippi State her I come”. Love you girl, and we all miss you, including the mail box  (It’s a family thing). Aunt Sarah and Aunt Ray have been there also doing their bit to help make things as smooth as they can be.

Last but not least, the Matriarch of this clan, Granny ,(Herself), you are so-so special, I love you.

So, enjoy the new mothers post, she’s an amazing young lady, wife, mother and Air Force officer and Proud to be an American

Touched

təCHt/

adjective

  1. 1.feeling gratitude or sympathy; moved.

    “the star said he was ‘very touched’ to receive his medal”

  2. 2.informal

    slightly insane; crazy.

    “you have to be a little touched to do my job”

This word was used numerous times the 36hrs I was in the hospital; by the nurses, midwives, and birth photographer.

It all started with a stress test at my OBs office. No signs of contractions, no signs of stress on the baby, no signs of labor starting any time soon. I was able to delay setting an induce date and scheduled my next appointment. I picked up the girls and headed home (well to my parents home that I’ve adopted these past few weeks). I settled them in, made some dinner for them, ate a delicious dinner prepared by my grandmother and got ready for another evening of chasing 3 hoping it would get things going.

About 6pm I started noticing tightening in my belly, but this had happened before and I didn’t pay much attention to it. It was tub time for the kiddos after all. With kids smelling yummy and dressed I couldn’t ignore the tightening anymore. I started tracking it…30sec long and 4min apart.

By 7pm they were about 45sec long and 3mim apart. This is when it finally hit me that Z would not be in the room when this baby was born. I packed up my hospital bag (trying to delay as long as possible) and broke down and called Z. Thankfully we had made a plan months ago and timing worked out great that he wasn’t busy and was able to answer. He told me I needed to get to the hospital and to call again when I’m settled in and ready to go. I got my mom and grandmother and we were off.

I am not the nicest laboring mama (think Jekyll and Hyde). Thank you Mom and Granny for putting up with me. We arrive to the hospital at 8:05pm, 6hrs after my OB had told me see you next week and 2hrs after noticing labor starting.

The nurses at PRMC were fantastic. I told them I have super short labors and they listened. I had three nurses working together to get me admitted, in a room, and an epidural as quickly as possible. Now that I was in a happy place the nurses asked my story.

They knew this was baby #4 in 4yrs. I told them a birth photographer was on her way and they told me to tell her to hurry. I then said Z would be here via FaceTime from his deployed location. The midwife came in and heard my story too.

In walked the birth photographer. She had never had the opportunity to photograph a live birth, she had only ever worked with stillborns. She was so excited that she could help capture these moments for Z.

We got Z on FaceTime and on the next contraction Baby Z was born at 10:05. 8hrs after my OB saying see you next week, 4hrs after noticing labor starting, and 2hrs after arriving at the hospital. She weighed 7lbs 1oz and was 19in long. She came into this world healthy and alert. Seeing Z’s face upon meeting his little girl via FaceTime had the entire room quiet and in awe. It was an amazing image that I will have for the rest of my life.

Thank you Jennifer Seay Photography for capturing it.

For the next 36hrs Baby Z and I spent as much time with Z as we could (having two Z’s may get tough…Need to figure that out). Each time anyone would walk in the room and see the iPad on they would ask if Daddy was on, if he was they would leave if not they would come in and do whatever checks they needed.

Everyone knew our story. Everyone expressed their appreciation for our family’s sacrifice. Everyone said our family had touched them. The outpouring of support from the hospital was amazing and completely unexpected (I’m in a town that never sees a military member in uniform, people rarely move away, and who proudly display Confederate flags). This experience made me appreciate my little hometown so much more.

When I looked up the definition for touched I love that both apply. Our family had touched the lives of others, but we are also touched…As in insane…As in who would have 4 under 4 while both parents are active duty military. We love our life and we wouldn’t trade it for the world. It’s chaos, but it’s a lot of fun.

Baby Z’s current stats at 2wks old…20in/7lbs1oz

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A Letter from Ben

As many of you know our faithful companion Maggie, a standard Poodle died this past June. After lots of thought we decided to get another dog. Another Poodle would be a member of the household. Herself has a close friend in her Gym class that recently added a couple of Standard Poodles to her household. Murphy and Pepper , short for Peppermint Paddy, recently joined their household. Thanks Jen.

So we contacted Bierley Poodles, they’re of Facebook if you’re interested and found Pepper’s brother. His name is Bejamin Franklin Fiddler, BFF, can you dig it?

https://www.facebook.com/BireleyStandardPoodles/

After two weeks in our home Ben sent a letter to the former Mid- Husband and wife.

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Here’s the letter:

Dear Linda and Ron;

Well, I have been with these people for two weeks now. I’m pretty much used to my crate, which is where I sleep at night and spend time when The Rooster and Herself are out for a few hours. I am accident free in the crate but have taken a few Liberties about the house. Sometimes they just don’t get the signals I put out. Humans, not as smart as they think they are. I weighed 14 lbs. at my vet visit and was told I was A-OK. I go back again on the 10th.

When I’m out in the yard I usually come to my name when called, treats help of course. I really like the Duck treats. The Rooster has a crazy whistle, I always come to that, a treat awaits me. I love chasing and pushing a soccer ball around and fetching a tennis ball. I have fun chasing the 7 chickens that free range about the yard also.

I don’t sleep all night yet, I’ve done six hours at a clip a few times. I love whimpering and waking the humans between 0230 and 0300 and taking them out in the cold night air. I’ll go out and Pee, sometimes Poop and coming back in to return to the crate and my pigs foot with peanut butter.

I have a large cash of toys, when they throw them in the crate I take them out to the living room one at a time, drives The Rooster crazy, I love it. Oh, did I mention Simon, he’s their cat and has been in the house about 5 years with freedom to roam. No more freedom for him, he keeps me exercised as I chase him all over the place. He gets a safety pass when he jumps on to the washing machine where they keep his food. I really got a “Dang blast you” when I skidded after him and spilled my water bowl. I licked up most of it but Lee was not a happy camper.

It’s nice having the cat and chickens, kind of keeps me from missing my brothers and sisters. I visit the Wojciechowski’s house, they have a 6 month old Rat Terrier that gives me a run for my money. That dog has legs like a Giraffe .Kathy, that’s the Fiddler’s oldest daughter has a Yellow Lab, Libby is her name. She is a quiet friend, I sniff her butt, she sniffs mine and then she ignores me the rest of the time I’m there.

Kathy and her husband Jeff have their daughter and her 3 children, all under 4 years old at the house. Samantha, thats their daughter, is expecting a 4th child on January 6. They will be here until mid February, Samantha and her husband Zed are both Captains in the Air Force . Zed is flying E-3 AWACS in the Gulf until march. The 3 great grandchildren keep me running for my life. I in turn. nibble on the food they drop.

All in all I’m happy here and trying my best to settle The Rooster and Herself in. I just heard the Mrs. pour some food into my supper bowl, gotta go, sorry.

Love,  Ben

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A pet is such a Joy!

 

It’s a Boy

A Black Standard Poodle Named:  Ben or BFF,
Benjamin Franklin Fiddler

Born  October 17, 2016 to

Lee & Mary Agnes Fiddler

Arriving home on Dec. 20, 2016

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Yes, we have taken a big step towards confinement at our ripe old age. At least for the next six months we shall be kind of restricted as Ben becomes potty trained and the doggie terrible two’s. That’s the gnawing on chair legs, rug ends, socks, shoes and the like. We are just thankful it’s a Poodle and not a Lab. Labs have a tendency of turning chair legs into toothpicks and rugs into spun fiber.

Labs have coexisted within our walls in the past, four of them to be exact. This will be my third poodle. My first was CoCo, back in my high school days, a CoCo brown standard, she was also a great hunting dog. A born bird hunter, she wouldn’t retrieve, but she could run a track and jump any living thing 10-20 yards out front.

She did have two ominous down sides. That coco brown kinky fur of her’s could attract a plethora of burrs. She refused to get wet crossing a stream, I’d cross, drop the shotgun, no, not literally drop it, I’d place it gently on the ground. I would then return to this 50 pound girl, cradle her in my arms and get carry her to the other side. This was not much of an effort early in the morning but after three or four hours in the brush of Burlington County, NJ and heading home, she was a load. There is a good read on hunting Poodles @ https://www.nrablog.com/articles/2015/9/the-poodle-underrated-hunting-dog/

 
Our most recent Poodle resided with us for seven years, she was a rescue dog of one year of age when we adopted her. She was smarter than both of us, a great watch dog, a lover of children and a constant companion. We lost her suddenly in June of this year and are thankful to have a new Poodle to once again be a part of our family. It was a decision made with lots of thought behind it.

Our replacement is not a white standard female this time but a Black Standard male. He does have white socks on his feet, a splotch of white on his face and chest, I’ll refer to it a touch of Maggie. His daddy is 84 pounds and if Ben grows up to be like him, ominous he will be. Ben will have a cousin in CT named Cody that is equally as big and black and with the shaggy clip he gets looks like a Gorilla.

If we can remember how we did it with Maggie, Troop, Marsh, Duke, Saucy and Ping, we just might have something unique as part of our household. We look forward to the challenge and I shall share our progress from time to time. Wish us luck, please wish us luck. Just wait until he meets Casper and the hens.

Ben will come to us from Bireley Poodles, you can check out all his relatives on Facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/BireleyStandardPoodles/?fref=ts
Have a great Thanksgiving weekend, enjoy those leftovers and be kind to your K9 friends.

 

Poodles have been on parade here in Wicomico County for quite a few years. Take a gander @ http://www.delmarvanow.com/story/news/2016/04/27/poodles-parade-dog-show-takes-salisbury/83600510/