Friday, March 30, 2012

22 Months

This has been a difficult month.  Between Grandparents and parents being sick, in the hospital, busy caring for said parents/grandparents and work, and finishing up a pregnancy...  And then we have suddenly come upon what I can only label as the Early Terrible Twos.  Obviously I am a week late in posting this as there hasn't been much Mommy Morning Time.  Plus, I can't seem to find my camera to upload any pictures of the month.  I seem to remember losing it right before Asher was born too.

He has learned that he can use the word "no".  I'm not sure how we got this far along without him figuring that out.  Even the question "Would you like a cookie?" will illicit a "no".  Except when he says it it comes out "no-da".  We can't figure it out, he can say "thank you" so it's not no-thank you.  When we read the book Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus,  he tells the pigeon a simple no.  Maybe someday he'll be able to tell me.

His language continues to amaze me, and he's picking up on things I never thought he was listening to.  He is putting together sentences and you can have conversations with the boy! I told my mom that I didn't think we would be going to MOPs the next day and he turned around and said "MOPs?, pay kis?" Which was "MOPs? Play with kids?" which I tell him we are going to do every other Tuesday morning.

We are experiencing a sudden increase in tantrums.  Like, I can't do anything to calm him down besides put him in his crib for a few minutes.  I hope this is a quick phase.  It's not looking too good however.

He is in his big boy bed for naps and we are quickly getting the rest of his room together.  He seems to like it and hasn't figured out that he can get out of it yet.  I'm sure that's coming soon...

Also this month, I had to leave work 2 weeks before I was scheduled, so we are adjusting to mommy at home full time.  Most days have been great, a couple really difficult, but overall I am really thankful to be home again and enjoying the time just the two of us.  I have a feeling we will be adding another quite soon...

Friday, March 16, 2012

Love and Tantrums

I think I may have mentioned that we have happened upon tantrums at this age? No? Well, we have.  It's not pretty and after the initial shock of it all and being afraid to step out into any public place, it didn't take long for one to actually happen in front of others.

Just in time for our 1st professional photos in almost a year. 

Luckily, while it was at the end of a long day for both of us, it was in front of a friend and she was completely sympathetic.  In fact, because of that tantrum she was able to talk me into letting her give me a break! And you know what? He didn't want to leave her or her cute twin boys.

Looking at these pictures now however, makes all the memories of the tantrums fall away.  These literally make my heart ache with love. 

I can't believe I get to be a momma to this little man.  I mean, how cute IS he?? I will keep him, tantrums and all.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

I failed the test.

This has been a very, very difficult week.

I have indeed failed the test that God has set before me.  However, after an actual night of sleep I am able to look back at it without as much guilt.

About 6 or so weeks ago my Grandma fell.  This has been occurring more frequently as the years go by, but this time she fractured her arm. Not good for a woman who uses a walker to ambulate. Or is supposed to be using it, that's kind of part of the problem.

Because the health care system is a mess (not that I have a solution nor am I going to broach that subject here) and because she wasn't admitted to the hospital for 3 consecutive days, medicare won't cover her rehab in a nursing home.  So here is an 83 year old woman who needs 24 hour care in her own house.  So step in my mom and my aunt.  24 hour care, 2 women with jobs, husbands, children, and grandchildren. 

This isn't to say that I wouldn't expect less of them, nor when the time comes will I not do this for my mom.  It's just what you do for your mom.  In fact, I have told her time and again that I will carry her kicking and screaming to live with me.  Maybe this is why she always fights it...

However, this has left us without much contact.  This has also been a time when I have needed a break with a child that has resorted to not sleeping through the night again.  And my hubby and I can't seem to get together for a date night more than once a month. And I'm 8 months pregnant and let my iron get too low.  I have been overwhelmed.

So God taught me to rely more on my mother-in-law.  Bless this woman, she already watches our son 3 days a week while I work, she is willing to watch him if I make an appointment on the other days, and she watches him two Sunday evenings a month while we have our small group.  They have been such a blessing.  So twice I asked her to take him overnight to give me a break.  And twice, all while her husband is dealing with cancer, radiation, and now chemo, she has done it.

Then, last Friday morning, EARLY, Asher woke miserable, vomit on his pillow, and shivering from a fever.  I wrote about that here.

He slept well the first night, then it went down hill.  Who DOES sleep well when they are sick?  So my mom offered to take him Sunday night.  He came home with the congetion moved to his chest and I knew we were in for it.  He is too young to be diagnosed with asthma, but anytime he gets chest congestion, he might as well be labeled as such.  He has an inhaler for this very reason, which he took fine on Monday.  However something changed Tuesday morning, as he flat out refused.  Awesome.

So after 2 days I took him to the doctor where I held him screaming for 6 minutes while I gave him his nebulizer treatment without any kind of distraction.  Why I as a mother, didn't think that far ahead I'm not sure.  Did I mention I was exhausted?

This was also the day my FIL ended up in the hospital.  Fluid in both lungs.  Very short of breath.  Yikes.  (Update: he is still in the hospital and we have been concerned. Yesterday he was able to sit up in a chair for a few hours.  We are hoping he can be transferred to The James which is where he is receiving his cancer treatment.  We love him so much and it is difficult to see a father sick!  We continue to pray for him, and they ask that you would too.)

So child care was gone for work Thursday and Friday.  So was my other support system.  Not good.

My hubby got an awesome new job at the beginning of the year.  This also means he is extremely busy at work.  3rd support system-gone.  Sigh.

I kept telling these people that I couldn't call any friends as he was so sick and all these said friends also have little ones.  However at the time I was miserable, stressed, and not handling my job very well.  The verse about His strength being perfect in my weakness has been on my mind a LOT these days, but I wasn't relying on that promise.  Like usual, I was trying to keep it together myself.

But God saw me anyways.  He sent a friend.  A friend with a delicious basket of food and I was so relieved.  I was relieved to tell someone else what had been going on, that I was overwhelmed, that I needed just ONE night of semi-uninterrupted sleep.  I had lost all motivation to cook and nothing has sounded particularly good to eat for weeks (also stressing me out with my weight gain only at 21 lbs at my last midwife appointment and I had a small baby the 1st time).  She not only sent food, but enough to last an entire weekend!

I have been very humbled that I did not handle last week very well.  At the end there was a LOT of crying and a few major meltdowns.  All while my child was trying to heal.  I felt guilty that everyone else was taking care of others without complaint and here I was. I was even more humbled that God still reached out and put his arms around me.  I felt like He was taking these support systems away to test me, and I know that I failed.  I was so embarrassed and couldn't believe that He was still providing for me. I would have been disgusted with myself.  But that is His grace.  I am thankful for His strength in my ever-so-constant weakness.

Friday, March 2, 2012

A Learning Experience

Not too long ago I was discussing with my hubby that once we had a second child it would be a learning experience for him, the Only Child.  Well, today I find myself in my own learning experience. 

Last night we woke to a strange cry from our Little Man's room. 

Once I rushed in I found a shivering, feverish toddler and some throw up.  The poor guy! I am amazed how cute he was being, even in the midst of a pajama change and a round of 2:30 AM tylenol (yep, the fever was high enough to warrant it, not good...).  He fell back asleep in the rocking chair in 60 seconds flat.

Since my Father-In-Law is currently in the process of chemotherapy, taking him to his Grandma and Grandpa's like a normal work day is out of the question.  So here's where we hit a hiccup.

I work at a bank.  Only for another month, but that is another post.  Today is Friday, and in the banking world it's considered the 3rd, which is a day filled with government checks, SSI, and paydays.  Not to mention that yesterday, the 1st, many government checks were not recieved in the mail due to some post office error or something.  Today is going to be busy.  On top of that, I open! I would feel horrible to call off today.

However, I am also a mother, and to leave my child at home when he is sick breaks my mother's heart.

Here's where I have to step back and look at this situation.  Growing up if we were sick my mom would stay home.  My father had left when we were little and growing up I didn't get along so well with my step-father (not the case anymore, don't worry!).  So she was it.  Everytime. Never a babysitter, never another family member, just our mom.  It was awesome and while I may not have appreciated that when younger I can definitely see it now. 

How do you feel better without your mom there???

Your awesome, loving dad stays home, that's how. 

I married an amazing, hands-on, affection-showing, parenting-sharing, gives-the-boy-a-bath-everynight, wants-to-teach-him-EVERYTHING, kind of dad.  God blessed me when he sent me my hubby.  So, because his day is a bit lighter (or so he lets me believe) he is staying home. 

Now I have to let go of the guilt.  He will provide all the snuggles, movies, and popsicles our sick little one will need while I will fill in at lunch time.  Just because I didn't experience this phenomenon growing up does not mean that I am being a poopr example of a mom.  In fact, in the long run, this will teach our son what kind of father he should be as well.

I hope my Little Man feels better today, and I hope he doensn't even notice that I am gone.  With his favorite daddy around, I'm sure that won't be a problem.