Things Change

Hey Everyone,

I hate it has been such a big time span difference since my last blogs were posted, but this week has been kind of hectic. Some of you know, others don't, that I had to be hospitalized about a week ago after being in miserable pain for about 12 hours on end without any break or signs of stopping. I eventually found out it was just a kidney stone, after the doctors first misdiagnosed and told me it was either appendicitis or I was having a ectopic pregnancy and possibly miscarrying. Let me just say, those few hours living in the unknown were the scariest hours of my life. I was overly relieved for it to only be a kidney stone, and an ovarian cyst to be worried about at moment.

Today, I have had a lot of things on my mind. Families, my family to be more precise. As Shyloh gets older he is realizing more and more. His 4th birthday is coming up faster and faster. March 16th is right around the corner. He isn't getting any younger, and sure isn't going to be forgetting as much as he used too. There are lots of Shy's life I am beyond thankful that he has forgotten, to be quite honest with you all. It's just easier that way. 

He said to me today, while climbing in the bed with me and his daddy, his stuffed Border Collie needed a name. I told him the story of this said Border Collie that her name was Baby, and I got her a long time ago at Build-A-Bear. That we used to have a Border Collie, who had gotten lost, named Baby. That my Grandmother got her for me to help with my grieving. As serious as he could be, he said, well I'm going to name her Grandmother, because he doesn't have a Grandmother. My heart shattered. He was aware of this fact. He is well aware that my mother, nor Trenton's mother are around. It just absolutely broke my heart. 

Every year his birthdays seem to get smaller and smaller, when my little love is steady growing and becoming such an amazing soul. Every year I have less people to come celebrate the birth of my beautiful son. I think on the list this year I have MAYBE 12 people in mind, and that is if they even all come. The year before I had over 20 people at his party, the year before more. His first birthday was huge, there were so many people who showed up! As a mother, this hurts, it hurts knowing how many people are gone, how many people have changed and moved on from our lives. Unfortunately, some people we have purposely removed from our lives. 

My mother for instance, is one of the people I have made the personal decision to remove from my life, and therefore Shyloh's life also. They have met, maybe 6-7 times. She really wasn't the mother type, and I knew she would be just as much heartache for Shy as she has always been for me, so it's just easier this way. I plan on doing a blog solely about my mother, and my younger years at a later date. 

Things change, life isn't fair, and it’s not a fairytale. Things DON'T go according to plan. Shit happens. These are constantly replaying in my head as Shyloh's party approaches. I get more and more down, knowing there is a high chance Shyloh won't even have another child to play with at his party. Whereas every other year he did. He won't have as many presents, which isn't the most important thing to a party, I know, it's just a fact. This year I won't have to buy as big of a cake. This year I won't have to rent anywhere out because there will be plenty of room. This year will be a small party, among a small amount of us. Everyone I invite does adore Shyloh, I don't have a doubt in my mind about that... It's just sad, to me how much everything has become so different in his growing years. Maybe I am just that over-reacting-mother. I know Shyloh is going to be so pleased to see what his daddy and I have been planning for him. I just wish he has some friends to enjoy it with. 

I guess this was more of a venting session more than a blog tonight. I just really needed to get some of this off my chest. As always, I appreciate the ones who read, it really makes me happy that you guys are interested in our crazy, Creech-y lives. I am so happy to be documenting it for you guys!

I also will be going back to each blog and adding pictures! So that is something exciting to look forward to in the next few days! My computer with that had all my pictures on it has seen better days, and needed to cleaned and fixed. I will getting all the pictures off of it and will be able to sort through them and find the best pictures for each blog! Yay!

As always thanks for reading,

Love Lindsey,

Mother Creech xx

Mother and Father Creech & How We Met

Hey everyone,

Tonight’s post will be about myself, and Shyloh's daddy Trenton. This is how we came to be a couple. I am so happy that Trenton is in our lives, he truly is the love of my life. He's my best friend, the best daddy, and such a sweetie. He makes me madder than anyone else in the world, but I wouldn't have it any other way. 

I remember exactly how Trenton and I met. I was in ninth grade, my best friend at the time and I had something called Twilight Detention, basically after school detention. She pointed out that her boyfriend was in there also. He was about six desks away, wearing a bright yellow collared shirt, had super curly hair, almost afro like. He had his head down, so I couldn't see his face. She was telling me how romantic he was, playing guitar for her, writing her poems, and always making her feel overly special. 

I scoffed at her, when I was in ninth grade, I had a bit of a wild streak in me. I was always in trouble. I was never in class. I was more interested in smoking pot and being the "cool kid." I had just gotten out of a year or so long relationship, males did NOT interest me. I told her she would just end up getting hurt.

Twilight detention was over, and we waited for her boyfriend to catch up. I don't know what it was, but I suddenly turned to a babbling idiot. I just couldn't talk, I was acting like fool. I kept saying the stupidest of things as we all walked to the area where our parents would pick us up. My friend’s mom worked at the school, so she was picked up first. So there we stood in awkward silence, till I finally said something like "How are you and her?" I sure he said well. My mom pulled up and I asked if he wanted me to wait till his parents got there, so he wasn't lonely. He smiled and replied "No, I walk home."

The whole way home I couldn't stop thinking about how that boy stayed with me for no reason. I kept thinking that it was my best friend's boyfriend. What was his reasons? I was a complete stranger to him... (Or so I thought!)

They ended up breaking up after a while, one of the things my friend said was he was just too nice. She said that is probably what I needed in my life. I disagreed, I was really not in the mood to try to date. Later that evening I had a number text me.

"Hey Lindsey, this is Trent." 

What in the world?! What is with this guy? I'm not going to lie, my heart probably skipped a few beats. Like I had said earlier though, I was more interested in hanging out with the cool, older group. I gave him the cold shoulder for quite a while. I eventually messed up one to many times by missing too much school and ended up being put in a foster home. 

I will get more into that story on a different occasion.

A few month in, and I was able to sneak a cell phone in, no charger, and one of the messages I was able to read before my phone died was "Hey, I don't see you at school anymore... I hope you straighten out. We all miss you...” I didn't reply, there wasn't any reason but it did make my heart feel good.

8 month later and we (my siblings and myself) were finally home. I would be going back to school at my original school. I would be seeing all my "friends" for the first time in months. I wasn't the cool one anymore. I got ignored, laughed at, and even bullied. My world was turned upside down. I was miserable to be back in school. 

"I hope this is still your number, I saw you’re back. I'm glad. I missed your face"

The text I received after being at school for a few weeks. I knew who it was, I didn't even need to ask. For months we were constantly texting, literally non-stop. Although we never talked in person besides the first time. This kid did something too me. He made me excited every time my phone vibrated. He made me so nervous and shy. He made me happy to be back in my town. 

I can't lie, even though I knew I like him, I was talking to a few other guys at the time. They were the older, cooler crowd again. In September of 2009, Trenton finally popped the question. He confessed he had first laid eyes on me in seventh grade, and even described a beanie I wore every day. He told me, that even then I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He said it had been 3 years, and he wanted me to be his this time. 

I turned him down, I had too. I really was nervous to be in a relationship for one, and for two I was talking to other guys. I couldn't hurt this sweet, innocent guy. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. A few weeks later I cut it off with all other males I was talking too, except Trenton. A few more weeks past, and the question wasn't mentioned again. I felt that he lost interest. I was honestly devastated, but we never stopped talking, and that was good enough for me.

December 18th, we decided we would talk on the phone for a bit before bed. One of the only times we had ever been on the phone. We talked till 1 A.M. before realizing we needed to go to bed for school. I got off the phone after it took another 15 minutes to even say goodbye. I closed my eyes smiling like a goofball, I hear a text. 

"I loved hearing you laugh, it's my favorite sound"

Oh those sweet, sweet words. We sent a few more messages, before I got the text "So, you think you're ready to be my girlfriend?" I literally jumped for joy in bed. He hadn't lost interest in me! I of course said yes. At 1:48 A.M. December 19, 2009. On that wonderful day, we became Lindsey and Trenton. The annoyingly-over-cute couple that everyone loved. The couple that matched way too often. The couple that was forever attached at the hip. The couple that would be the parents of a perfect little lad, named Shyloh. 

I hope you guys enjoyed reading! It really brought back some good memories.

Thank you for reading,

Love, Lindsey

Mother Creech xx

About our mini Creech

Hey Everyone,

I hope you all enjoyed our introduction post the other day, as I am really enjoying typing it out to you. Today I am going to be going into more detail about the little love of my life, Shyloh. I asked a few of my friend on Instagram what they would like to read more about and a few things mentioned was where Shy’s name came from, and his birth story. So with that being said, let me try to rack my brain of some of these memories.

Shyloh's full name is Shyloh Alyxander Creech. I adore his name! I was so proud to tell people what I was going to name my little if he was a boy. Although I knew it was a boy before my gender reveal ultrasound. I think Trenton did also. Shyloh was conceived on June 12th, 2010. I don't know if it's creepy I know that or not, but I'm glad I do. I even have a picture on my old computer of that day. Right after the deed was done, Trenton and I walked outside only to find a beautiful rainbow waiting. I looked at Trenton and said "you know I'm pregnant, right?" I think he knew that also.

Pause - in 2010 I was 16 years old and Trenton was 17. We started dating in December '09. That means in June, we had only been dating for 6 short months. We (stupidly) decided that we were mature and stable enough to have a child. That's right, Shy was 100% planned, however, we only "tried" that one time. We actually chickened out and wanted to wait a little longer. – Alright start again.

During this time, my parents were trying there hardest to hold on to their marriage. My parents though that there kids also needed to "work" on ourselves. So without me or my brother’s consent, we were told we need Jesus, and would be going to a Christian summer camp near the end of June, until July 1st. I was devastated. I knew that while at camp I would miss my period, and I would have no one to tell as this was a no technology camp. I would learn I was pregnant alone, at 16, at the world’s most judgmental place for a women out of out of wedlock to be pregnant. 

I talked to Trenton about it before I left, cried about it. I was so scared. I was one of those girls whose time of the month came like clockwork. On the 30-31th of every month. I just knew I was pregnant. I just knew it.

 Both days past and no period. July 1st and it was time to leave. The very first text I sent to Trenton was "We need to talk...” his reply "Shit" 

After we told everyone, and all the hate, shock, and disappointment settled we decided it was time to pick out some names. I told Trenton that this was going to be our first child. I wanted the babies name to be super special. 

I remember when I was 6, my mom, dad and myself sitting at a table. They told me that my mom would be having another child and that it’s a boy. They wanted me to help pick out the names. The names they had already picked out, included the name Shiloh. My dad did not like that name with the name Addison that he picked out, and I didn't like it paired with the name Matthew that I had picked out. Eventually they settled with Elijah Addison-Matthew, and I settled on the name Shiloh.

Trenton wasn't super fond of Shiloh, he said it would need to be paired with a really manly name. Within minutes he said Alexander. It was settled. Shiloh Alexander it was. As for girl names, we went through hundreds of names. The first name we settled with was Layla Autumn Jane. Then we changed it to Raelin Lorelei. That stuck for a while. Then on the day of the gender reveal ultrasound, I asked Trenton if he still liked the name because I was having doubts. He said no, so we were back to square one. I told him that we might as well forget the girl names, we were having a boy anyways. Sure enough it was a boy, and his name was Shiloh Alexander. We revealed the name and the gender to everyone at the same time. 

When I was about 6 months pregnant I looked up the name Shiloh on a baby name website, probably Nameberry.com, and it mentioned that it could be spelled with a "y." I was in love with that idea. I talked to Trenton about it and he liked it too. We love unique, and that was definitely unique. I said why stop there? Alexander should be spelled with a "y" as well. It was settled, Shyloh Alyxander Creech would be his name.

38 week mark passed, 39 weeks, 40 weeks, finally 41 weeks passed...no Shyloh. Not even any signs that Shyloh would be arriving any time soon. 41w2d, a Monday, I had a doctor’s appointment, and was told that Shyloh was going to be a large baby and I would probably have to have a C-section. The doctor told me that we could try inducing me that Wednesday, if I was ready, and boy was I ready! 

Wednesday at 5:30 A.M. we made our way to the hospital. By 7 A.M. I was all wired to the contraction machine, hooked up to an IV that was pumping Pitocin into me. The doctors asked if I was in any pain, as I apparently was already having some pretty large contractions before I had even gotten the patocin, although I never felt a thing! 

I have always wondered if I should have waited for Shy to come on his own. I really hope to go into labor on my own with the next baby.

I just laid in this hospital bed, lots of family and friends came to visit but didn't stay long. The contractions didn't get much worse, I felt like normal. Feeling defeated, and it must have shown, the doctor asked if I would like for them to break my water. That was probably the most painful thing out of my whole pregnancy, labor, and the birthing itself! 

Finally! That seemed to put things in motion, I finally started dilating. My nurse also asked if I wanted to go ahead and get my epidural and I agreed. The time was now 1 P.M. 6 hours into active labor. My water was broke, I was dilated to a 6. I felt nothing and kept wanting to get up, I kind of wished I had waited for the epidural. I was SO bored and antsy! 3:30 P.M. rolls around and I was finally dilated a little over a 9. My nurse said we could start pushing in a few minutes, she had to go get things ready, and if I was ready we could begin. I agreed, and she left.

3:42 p.m. and she and about 6 other people come in, she asked if I would mind if these aspiring nurses and doctors could stay in the room and witness the birth of a child. I agreed. The nurse checked me and said "Oh! We need to start! We can't wait for the doctor, the baby is coming!" 

On that day, March 16th, along with Shyloh, 6 other babies were born! My doctor was currently birthing a little girl next door, and my nurse was a little nervous looking at first but cleared that up really fast. I wish I could remember this women’s name, I know I have it written down somewhere, but she was amazing. She was all up in the action, constantly talking, coaching, and reassuring me. I can't remember how many times I pushed, I want to say only three or four times! Regardless I stated pushing at 3:50 P.M. and at 4:02 P.M. Shyloh Alyxander Creech was born at 7 lbs. 8 oz. (so much for big baby) and was 19 ½ in. long. He cried for just a second then just looked around. His big eyes, drifting around the room. As soon as they put him on the scale, he ROLLED over! The nurse said she had never seen a child that young roll over on them. Of course I didn't see it, I was crying too hard to realize anything that was going on. All I remember is saying "I love you, I love you, I love you." 

We stayed in the birthing room for a few hours before being moved to a smaller room. While at the hospital Shy dropped down to 6 lbs. 2 oz. I was solely trying to breast feed, but something just didn't seem right. During his circumcision, the surgeon came in and mentioned to me that he believed Shyloh was tongue-tied, meaning he had a short frenulum. They clipped the skin under his tongue and told me that was probably the reason he was having a hard time nursing. We stayed at the hospital for 5 days to make sure his surgeries healed okay, making sure he would start putting on weight, and to make sure his mild case of Jaundice went away. 

Finally on March 21, we packed and left the hospital, with sweet precious cargo that we didn't have when we had arrived only 5 days earlier. We left with our beautiful baby boy, 

We left the hospital, car full and hearts fuller.

There you go! Shyloh's name origin and birth story! I hope you all enjoyed reading! I won't lie, a few soppy tears rolled down my face as I relived some of these moments. 

If any of you have any questions, or ideas for more blog posts feel free to post below in the comments, or for those who don't, you can follow me on Instagram. I will include my Instagram username below!

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Lindsey - 

Mother Creech

Instagram username: @Mother.Creech

Introducing Us, The Creechers in the Family

Hello Everyone,

I am a little bit nervous to be starting a blog, but honestly it has been well overdue. I had been planning to open a blog for a while, but I just haven't made myself sit down and start. I hope that you guys enjoy reading our blog. I really want to get all of the toxic past out of my head. I suffer from some terrible anxiety, it ruins my days most of the time. It makes it hard keep a smile on my face, it's hard to sleep, it's hard to get up and do simple tasks, and it is just plan hard to live life some days...

I hate that I am so chemically imbalanced, especially in my life. A life that never slows down. A life of a mom of a toddler. I have a wonderfully amazing little dude who looks up to me, who calls me mom. His name is Shyloh Alyxander Creech, he will be FOUR in march! He is the light of my life, the reason I am where I have made it today, even if it isn't that far. The little man who made me realize that I can't stay a teen my whole life. That sometimes, you have to put your big girl panties on and grow up. For the most part, that is exactly what I have done.

I realize I have rambled now and haven't even properly introduced us, the Creech family. My name is Lindsey, I am 20 years old, and I was born April 20th, 1994. I was born and raised for six years in Gainesville, GA. My younger brother was born right before I turned six, and we moved to Charlotte, NC shortly after. My youngest sister was born there just three years after, when I was nine. We stayed in North Carolina until my sister turned three, from there we moved to Easley, SC. Where we continue to live now. I lived here for three years before I happened to meet the love of my life at 15 years of age. His name is Trenton. It wasn't instantly love at first sight for me, which was the opposite for him. He eventually stole my heart in a few short months, and here we are over FIVE years later, with an amazingly handsome son, Shyloh. Trenton and myself have a background that was a little scary it's so similar. We were born a year and 17 days apart only about 20 miles away from another. We were both born in Georgia and raised there only 20 miles apart. Only both to end up in tiny ol' Easley, SC? Maybe its destiny. I'm just glad it happened. Shyloh was conceived only after six months of dating, only three months after my 16th birthday. I had him one month before my 17th. I stated earlier, that this little dude is the light of my life. I never really knew what love was until I met Shyloh, and until I saw Trenton as a father. I knew then, that these two men were my entire world.

I plan on going into a lot more detail throughout more blog posts. I want you guys to learn all about me, my past, who makes me, me. I want to share about my anxiety issues, and when they started, and some of the daily problems I go through. I want to talk about what my pregnancy was like. I want to share what it is like being in love at such a young age, and what Trenton and I have put each other through. I want to share my stupid stages of my life. I want to be honest with you all, I have had a really rough life, for as long as I can remember. I am tired of having so much pent up, and I feel sharing will not only help me, but others as well. 

I also want you guys to learn about my little Shyloh too. Our birth story, how smart he is, our parenting beliefs, his mile stones, his accomplishments, his favorites, his dislikes, etc. I want this blog to be a memento of our lives. 

I'm losing my memory. I haven't told many people this, but it is something that I have noticed lately and it has worried me slightly. It more hurts my heart. I can't remember long term or short term memories. I don't know why, or what is causing it. Why some things leave and others stay. I just know I want to start documenting as much as I can, just in case this is something serious. There are memories from when I was really young that I can remember and other stuff I can't. I can't remember Shyloh's first birthday at all, and its heart wrenching. I feel like such a low life mom, but I just try to hope maybe one day those precious memories will return to me. Maybe? 

Anyways, I have probably typed way too much as an introductory. I don't even know if anyone is going to read this. This blog, in all honesty, is for me. I need an outlet. Desperately. I do, however, hope someone out there will read this and gain from me, and my family’s experiences, trials, tribulations, and growth. 
Thank you so much for reading, and joining us on our journey as the Creech family

Love, Lindsey --
Mother Creech