Parenting

I have thought of how to write out these memories time and again. Gone back and forth about why I should or shouldn’t write them. Why I should or shouldn’t post them for the world to see. Because I have no idea who will read it. And I have no control over what they will think. But I guess, after all these years, I finally feel ready. I’m ready to talk about the most painful memories of my life.

I grew up in a house filled with music. My dad has been a high school band director for more than 40 years. When I was young he always conducted the pit orchestra for the musicals put on by community theater. I think this is where my love obsession of musicals came from. Grease, Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera. I’m not picky. As long as there are real people standing on a stage singing and I’m watching them I’m pretty darn happy. By the way, did you know my pug Roxie is named after the main character in Chicago? I just spelled it differently to throw people off. Yep, I’m obsessed.

Monday was not a good day. Honestly, we’ve been having more bad days than good lately. Monday afternoon I was feeling downright sorry for myself.

Probably because we spent Monday afternoon at the children’s hospital. Brigham is still grabbing his ears and screaming and also has a wet cough that won’t quit. Considering I just got over pneumonia I was concerned that he got it from yours truly.

As if that weren’t enough, Landon was bitten by an insect on his foot. At first it was just a little red spot. But after a few days it was clearly infected. The redness spread and he developed a little whitehead with a black dot in the center. He kept saying, “Boo boo hurt bad, mama.” He was in a lot of pain and had been crying off and on.

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When I was in college my girlfriends would often talk of the future and all the dreams they had for themselves. Marriage and babies would usually become the common denominator during these conversations. I would give them a polite nod as they gushed about marrying their long-time boyfriends. But I knew all along their dreams had little to do with my own.

I spent Friday night in the ER getting my right breast cut into. But let me go back a bit to fill you in. I developed a small lump at the top of my right breast over two weeks ago. I assumed it was a clogged duct and massaged it and applied heat/ice packs to try to help it go away. It did not go away. It just kept getting bigger. It was also red on the outside and very painful. A few days after that lump formed another smaller lump formed near my armpit. This one wasn’t as large but it was just as painful. So much so that it hurt to move my right arm.

I’ve been reading so many birth stories lately in preparation for the birth of our next baby boy. I always appreciate the honesty and vivid descriptions. It helped me before I gave birth to Landon and it’s helping me again. Mostly it helps me realize that each story is unique and individual and that what happens is NOT in your control. I went back and realized that I never posted Landon’s birth story on my own blog! So here it is, a year and a half later . . . I hope this helps someone!

The post title says it all . . . I’m pregnant with baby #2!  It has been a huge shock to us {and everyone else}.  I was on birth control so this took us by complete surprise.  We always knew we wanted another baby but didn’t think it would be so soon!

This experience has been the total opposite of the first time we found out.  We were both pretty confused as to how this happened.  I mean, yes, we know how this happened but still . . . how did this happen?  A lot of stars had to align for me to become pregnant!  My doctor believes that my birth control failed after a month of taking antibiotics to try to stop the terrible symptoms I had been having. But now that green bean is a part of me I wouldn’t want it any other way.

You know that thing they call the “corporate ladder”?  Well, I just stepped off of it and got onto the “Mommy Ladder”.  I resigned from my job on Thursday.  After six months of working myself to the point of utter physical and mental exhaustion I decided I had had enough.

Most people would probably think it’s a non-profit so how stressful could it be?  Just add a micro-managing, power hungry, overly-demanding volunteer to the mix and you’ve got your answer.  I was expected to work nights and weekends and the stress was unmanageable.  No one there had kids and they were not understanding about daycare pick-ups and doctor’s appointments.  That is unacceptable.

Does anyone else have major trouble dealing with change? I remember back in 2003 when I decided to leave my safe job to try my hand as a wedding coordinator at a local venue. I was so nervous about it that I broke out in hives for a week!

I usually get very anxious about the future. But lately I’ve been feeling excited and hopeful. We’ve got some major changes in the works right now and this time next year our lives might look very different than they do now. In a good way, of course.

Something scary happened on Wednesday. I went to the bathroom, which I do every 10 minutes it seems, only this time there was blood. I was at work so I tried to stay calm but everything in my brain was screaming “OH MY GOD, NO!” I called Naaman who told me to call the doctor. The doctor was very nice and squeezed me in for an emergency ultrasound that same hour. Naaman rushed to get me from work and we headed in. I was so worried and nervous.

Let me go back a little in order to tell this story. My 29th birthday was December 6th. It was a nice day. My parents came over to our house around 8:00 p.m. when Naaman got off work to have cake. For as long as I can remember, my parents have sung happy birthday to me and I’ve usually had a cake with Santa on it or the like due to the fact that I’m a December baby. We only had one candle so I put it on there, lit it, they all sang to me while I made a wish and then I blew out the candle. I looked right into Naaman’s eyes when I blew out the flame. You see, little did my parents know that Naaman and I had been trying for a baby since September. And that’s exactly what I wished for . . . a baby for Naaman and I.

Roxie’s two week post-op check up was yesterday. Naaman and I were both worried that the vet would say that her pins had come out of place. I prayed last night that they hadn’t because I didn’t want Roxie to have to go through another surgery. The vet was encouraged when he realized they hadn’t come out of place. He said for as young and active as she is, and as bad of shape as her knee was in, it’s a miracle that they are healing properly. He did recommend two more weeks in the playpen with little movement or playtime. We can take her out for very short walks in order to start building up the muscle again.