Caleb Robert Locke
October 10, 2005 - April 24, 2006
Saturday I walked in the rain for the March of Dimes to help raise money to fund research to prevent premature births.
Sunday I worked in the yard with my husband and 20 month old child.
Monday I went to work and on my way home received a call that my best friend's baby had taken a turn for the worse. He was born at 26 weeks. He was a fighter and had been through every thing imaginable and now there was something wrong with his intestines. I went to the hospital even though I was told not to. Things were very bad and he was not going to make it.
Caleb passed away at 11 o'clock last night. He is now at home with his Heavenly father and waiting for his parents to come home. He is now perfect.
God bless you, Caleb. You will always be loved.
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by Hedda on Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Friday I finally received the letter I had been waiting on since March 17. That was the day I auditioned for the School of Music at Georgia State University. So what if it has been 10 years since I have played my horn. I should be ok. I know I'll have start over, but that's fine. Volunteering with the high school marching band awakened that fire of wanting to be a high school band director.
I have been going to the mail box like a high school senior for days waiting for that letter. It came. I went through all of the other mail first because I was too nervous to open the letter. When I finally did, there was that fateful sentence. "We regret to inform you...."
My dreams were all resting on that letter. So much for that. Now what do I do?
P.S. The in-laws are leaving today. There really aren't a lot of stories. Sorry.
I have been going to the mail box like a high school senior for days waiting for that letter. It came. I went through all of the other mail first because I was too nervous to open the letter. When I finally did, there was that fateful sentence. "We regret to inform you...."
My dreams were all resting on that letter. So much for that. Now what do I do?
P.S. The in-laws are leaving today. There really aren't a lot of stories. Sorry.
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by Hedda on Monday, April 17, 2006
I fibbed. No stories. I've been looking at legal documents all day at work. My eyes are crossed-eyed now, so you get pictures instead. They're worth it. I promise.
The look of anticipation. And one tired family. We got up at 4:45.
You know you have to start them early. What's that behind us? More Bacardi than you could ever drink!
This is my future house. It's for sale in the Bahamas.
I went from the beauty of this...
...to this in New York with 70 High school kids. What was I thinking?
The look of anticipation. And one tired family. We got up at 4:45.
You know you have to start them early. What's that behind us? More Bacardi than you could ever drink!
This is my future house. It's for sale in the Bahamas.
I went from the beauty of this...
...to this in New York with 70 High school kids. What was I thinking?
Posted
by Hedda on Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I was not aware that my last post was going to cause nastiness. Now let's all remember that I control this blog. I have the power. *evil laugh* I can delete comments. If you feel the need to say unkind things to me, then have the guts to leave your name. I will not allow people to attack each other in my comments. The only I will allow debate is when I invite it. If this continues, I will turn off the anonymous option. Stand up for what you have to say.
On a cheerier note------
This Saturday my husband, brother, SIL and I went to see the Thrashers kick some Hurricane butt. I love hockey. I don't think the Thrashers are going to make the playoffs. We are going to be a point or two short. That sucks.
Sunday we had a big party for 5 birthdays in my family. I was one of them. That's right. My birthday is this month. Don't forget. You better buy me something nice.
Back to work on Monday. Everyone is on vacation. It's very quiet in my office. Kind of lonely. My son was moved up to the next class in day care. They grow up so freaking fast. I swear. Does it ever stop?
Tomorrow my in-laws come to town for a week. I'm sure I will have lots of stories then.
On a cheerier note------
This Saturday my husband, brother, SIL and I went to see the Thrashers kick some Hurricane butt. I love hockey. I don't think the Thrashers are going to make the playoffs. We are going to be a point or two short. That sucks.
Sunday we had a big party for 5 birthdays in my family. I was one of them. That's right. My birthday is this month. Don't forget. You better buy me something nice.
Back to work on Monday. Everyone is on vacation. It's very quiet in my office. Kind of lonely. My son was moved up to the next class in day care. They grow up so freaking fast. I swear. Does it ever stop?
Tomorrow my in-laws come to town for a week. I'm sure I will have lots of stories then.
Posted
by Hedda on Monday, April 10, 2006
I HATE Daylight Savings time. Until I had Connor I had no idea how much a time change could affect a child. We are still trying to get him used to the change. It didn't take much for me this time since I was chasing 70 kids around in New York and worn out.
The other night we were having a terrible time getting him to go to bed. Bedtime is 8 o'clock. He played around while I was trying to put is J's on. He had to spend time in the naughty chair. Finally he settled down and we sat in the glider to read. We finished the book and I held him like I always do for a few minutes and then I put him in his crib. Then the incessant wailing started.
I let him cry for a little over 10 minutes and then I went in and held him some more. He wanted to get and play and I wouldn't let him. Finally he looked like he was ready to go to sleep so I put him back in the crib and stood there for a minute. He settled in so I left the room. Again with the incessant wailing.
Ten more minutes. I went back in. I would have let him keep crying, but I knew from the cry that he wasn't going to stop. This time I let him down and off he ran to our bedroom. He found Daddy putting clothes away in the closet. He laughed. It made me smile. His face was pink and stained with tears from crying so long. It was sad. I decided to try and lay down with him in my bed. He likes to twirl my hair when he is sleepy. Much to Ken's chagrin that's what we did. He tossed and turned. He patted me on the stomach. He talked up a storm. He hit me on the top of my head. He sat up. He laid down. I decided that wasn't working, so off to the crib again.
He laid down and settled in. I left. No sounds. FINALLY!!! Halfway down the stairs, WWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I get to the den and Ken says, "My turn?" I said, "No. Let him cry." After 15 minutes of blood curdling cries and wailing and I don't know what all, I said, "Your turn."
Now you have to remember that my husband left when Connor was 6 months old to work for a year in Iraq. He has been home 2 months. They are still getting to know each other. Ken went upstairs and the crying got worse. I waited and it never stopped. After about three minutes I went upstairs and touched Connor on the shoulder. He looked up, reached for me, and I took him. He immediately stopped crying. And when I say immediately, I mean instantly.
Ken walked out of the room ticked. I couldn't figure out if he was mad at me or what. I held Connor for about 5 minutes and he was fast asleep.
When I got downstairs I asked Ken what was wrong. He said,"I go up there and he cries and screams. You come up there and stops crying in a nano second." I explained that he wanted me and that's why he stopped crying. The only time I take Connor from him when he is crying like that is at bedtime. Connor just wants to feel safe and secure. Ken said but he stops crying just like that. I said you know why don't you. He said for the same reason he follows Papa around saying Papa Papa and reaches for Gran. When he looked at me he had tears in his eyes.
What do you say to that?
The other night we were having a terrible time getting him to go to bed. Bedtime is 8 o'clock. He played around while I was trying to put is J's on. He had to spend time in the naughty chair. Finally he settled down and we sat in the glider to read. We finished the book and I held him like I always do for a few minutes and then I put him in his crib. Then the incessant wailing started.
I let him cry for a little over 10 minutes and then I went in and held him some more. He wanted to get and play and I wouldn't let him. Finally he looked like he was ready to go to sleep so I put him back in the crib and stood there for a minute. He settled in so I left the room. Again with the incessant wailing.
Ten more minutes. I went back in. I would have let him keep crying, but I knew from the cry that he wasn't going to stop. This time I let him down and off he ran to our bedroom. He found Daddy putting clothes away in the closet. He laughed. It made me smile. His face was pink and stained with tears from crying so long. It was sad. I decided to try and lay down with him in my bed. He likes to twirl my hair when he is sleepy. Much to Ken's chagrin that's what we did. He tossed and turned. He patted me on the stomach. He talked up a storm. He hit me on the top of my head. He sat up. He laid down. I decided that wasn't working, so off to the crib again.
He laid down and settled in. I left. No sounds. FINALLY!!! Halfway down the stairs, WWWAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! I get to the den and Ken says, "My turn?" I said, "No. Let him cry." After 15 minutes of blood curdling cries and wailing and I don't know what all, I said, "Your turn."
Now you have to remember that my husband left when Connor was 6 months old to work for a year in Iraq. He has been home 2 months. They are still getting to know each other. Ken went upstairs and the crying got worse. I waited and it never stopped. After about three minutes I went upstairs and touched Connor on the shoulder. He looked up, reached for me, and I took him. He immediately stopped crying. And when I say immediately, I mean instantly.
Ken walked out of the room ticked. I couldn't figure out if he was mad at me or what. I held Connor for about 5 minutes and he was fast asleep.
When I got downstairs I asked Ken what was wrong. He said,"I go up there and he cries and screams. You come up there and stops crying in a nano second." I explained that he wanted me and that's why he stopped crying. The only time I take Connor from him when he is crying like that is at bedtime. Connor just wants to feel safe and secure. Ken said but he stops crying just like that. I said you know why don't you. He said for the same reason he follows Papa around saying Papa Papa and reaches for Gran. When he looked at me he had tears in his eyes.
What do you say to that?