So we have strep...again. This makes like the 7th or 8th time for Landen in his very short 2 years of life. He pretty much cried all night last night. He's NEVER slept with us so trying to get him to when he is sick is nearly impossible. As a mother you just want your babies close when they are sick.You want to feel their breath on your face or neck. You want to see the rise and fall of their chest. It's therapeutic for everyone, but I think more so for us moms. We can't fix them and having them next to us somehow makes that easier. Even when I was "just an aunt", if I had any of my nieces or nephews when they were sick, holding them just made it better. I remember when Christian, my brother's oldest, was a baby we had to sleep holding him in the sitting position on our laps. The minute he laid down he couldn't breathe. And he was like a furnace!! He still is. Anyway, we finally got to play this afternoon some and I got to sleep a couple of hours thanks to my husband. Then it happened. The meltdown of the century. Nothing was making happy. No one was doing what he wanted and he had no idea what he even wanted. I want a bath, no I don't. I want to go to the playroom, no I don't. All the while I'm trying to distract him so Brian can eat dinner. Finally when the screaming and kicking and hitting started, I made the decision for him. He went to bed. 4 hours of sleep in a 24 hour period is not ideal for a 2 year old, but I'm sure that's blatantly obvious! Generally I don't have a problem with the cry it out method. Sometimes they just need to cry and scream, but I don't think it's fair for the rest of the household to have to listen to it. So, you can have your moment in your bedroom. That's your space to do what you want. When they are sick it seems cruel and unfair though. They can't help it. He certainly couldn't, but the fact was he just needed to go to bed. Period. He cried for 5 minutes then laid down, put his thumb in his mouth and drifted off to dreamland. We'll see how long it lasts...
It has undoubtedly been a rough day, but I have to remember that I am blessed to be the one to comfort my child when he is ill. There are babies who don't get to sit in their mother's laps because someone decided that it was their place to play God. A friend lost her life this week and a baby lost his mother. My heart is broken. For her baby, her parents, for her friends. Hold your children close, tell your parents you love them, and remind your friends why they hold a special place in your heart.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Let's Try This Again
I've done this before, you know. The whole blog thing...except back then I was planning a wedding. That's far more exciting than my day to day life now. Now, I am a married stay-at-home mom of a 2 year old little boy. And I keep 3 toddlers during the week. And I am trying to start my own business. Well I guess when you put it down on paper it isn't quite so boring, is it?
About the husband...He's cute. He can be a royal pain in the you-know-what, but he's cute. Some how in all of my years of knowing parts of his family, specifically his sister and cousins, I never met him. Then we got to high school. He was two years ahead of me, played basketball, and from what I remember, was rather quiet. Looks can be deceiving. Then, about 9 years ago tragedy struck and someone we both knew and loved was taken away from us too soon. We were grieving for our friend, but we were also grieving for our best friends. They happened to be brother and sister and the younger siblings of our sweet friend who now watches over all of us. We held their hands while they cried, we helped them drink their sorrows away, temporarily, and in the midst of it all there was a spark. He was gentle and caring. He was shy and had a slight glimmer of a rebel. We dated briefly, but we weren't ready. Life had more in store for us first. I always told my mother that I would marry someone that I already knew. I didn't know who it was, but I knew that I knew him. We were married in September of 2009 after being reunited after only 10 months. It hasn't been easy. What part of real life is? But he sure is cute.
Now the 2 year old little boy is the definition of cute. It helps that he looks just like his daddy. He is our miracle. There were times during my pregnancy that we weren't sure if he was going to make it here. And he wouldn't have been the first. He was six weeks early and the biggest baby in the NICU for an entire 8 days. They were the longest 8 days of my life, but nothing compared to the mothers I saw while we were there. I was blessed to have been able to stay in the hospital with him. Everyday I watched as mothers would come to feed and hold their little miracles and my heart would break when they would say goodbye and go home for the day. I always think about those babies and their mothers and wonder where they are now. My teenie tiny baby is now a massive 2 year old who never stops talking and has no idea what personal space is. He is curious and mischievous and sensitive. He worships the ground his daddy walks on and has a firm grip on my heart...and sometimes my last nerve.
So there you go. There is my heart and soul. Like I said, I've done this before. Let's see how I do this time around...
About the husband...He's cute. He can be a royal pain in the you-know-what, but he's cute. Some how in all of my years of knowing parts of his family, specifically his sister and cousins, I never met him. Then we got to high school. He was two years ahead of me, played basketball, and from what I remember, was rather quiet. Looks can be deceiving. Then, about 9 years ago tragedy struck and someone we both knew and loved was taken away from us too soon. We were grieving for our friend, but we were also grieving for our best friends. They happened to be brother and sister and the younger siblings of our sweet friend who now watches over all of us. We held their hands while they cried, we helped them drink their sorrows away, temporarily, and in the midst of it all there was a spark. He was gentle and caring. He was shy and had a slight glimmer of a rebel. We dated briefly, but we weren't ready. Life had more in store for us first. I always told my mother that I would marry someone that I already knew. I didn't know who it was, but I knew that I knew him. We were married in September of 2009 after being reunited after only 10 months. It hasn't been easy. What part of real life is? But he sure is cute.
Now the 2 year old little boy is the definition of cute. It helps that he looks just like his daddy. He is our miracle. There were times during my pregnancy that we weren't sure if he was going to make it here. And he wouldn't have been the first. He was six weeks early and the biggest baby in the NICU for an entire 8 days. They were the longest 8 days of my life, but nothing compared to the mothers I saw while we were there. I was blessed to have been able to stay in the hospital with him. Everyday I watched as mothers would come to feed and hold their little miracles and my heart would break when they would say goodbye and go home for the day. I always think about those babies and their mothers and wonder where they are now. My teenie tiny baby is now a massive 2 year old who never stops talking and has no idea what personal space is. He is curious and mischievous and sensitive. He worships the ground his daddy walks on and has a firm grip on my heart...and sometimes my last nerve.
So there you go. There is my heart and soul. Like I said, I've done this before. Let's see how I do this time around...
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