God does answer prayers!

Well, Gibson has been fussy for a few days now and last night, he had a hard BM.  I called the nurse service and answered all their questions.  Basically because of the fussiness affecting his sleep, they wanted to see him within 24 hours... How was I going to do that with the first day of school?  I called Danny to let him know what was going on and I was really scared because my mind does tend to go automatically to dark places.  He didn't answer and I left a voicemail and he called back within 2 minutes.  I wanted him to take Gibbs to the doctor.  We coordinated it where he got off an hour early and met me at the house to take care of Gibson and I wouldn't have to take him to day care and Danny wouldn't have to drive to Irving to pick him up. 

Working through my book, last night I was really upset.  I have all these questions and I let him know.  He didn't answer anything until this morning after I had left, he started to explain a little bit.  Then I was at school, he was taking care of Gibson so we didn't talk unless we had to the rest of the day.  Gibson is fine, just a little constipated and the doctor prescribed prune juice.  When I got home, Danny and Gibson were not here, they had run to the store and I was fully prepared for him to drop Gibson off and go on his way.  He stayed.  For a couple hours.  We had some really good talks and finally got to a place where we both agree we should try to be friends.  He realized the mistakes and time he was losing with Gibson and actually apologized for the past few weeks because he knows he didn't handle things the best way.  I didn't either, I should have respected his need for space and time to think, but I didn't.  We both messed up and we may never get it back and that will be okay.  I need him as a friend.  He was my best friend and it has been so hard not to turn to him for support since he was the one causing the pain.  But we will be better parents to Gibson if we can be friends.  And so I feel good tonight.  I am glad that we are getting to a point where we can really talk without getting angry and causing even more hurt.  Gibson deserves at least that from us.  And speaking of that sweet little boy... here are some of my favorite pics from the past 7 1/2 weeks.  He is the one thing we did right and we should celebrate that!

Taking him home from the hospital!

Bringing him home...

First bath!

Gibson's first mail... his social security card!

The swing that saved Mommy's sanity when he got a little fussy at night while Daddy was at work!

He loves his Daddy!

Its fuzzy but he is so cute... just a talking!

Also taken with a phone.... apparently the Evo is alot better than the Blackberry...

I am He-man!  The onsie also said Heavy Weight!

Papa and Gibson nap time... so sweet!

That's all for now... we love our son, Gibson!  We are blessed to be your parents!