Happiness is... ... flipper slippers. Happiness is... ...gently waking him up to leave for work and the babysitter's and upon hearing your voice, there is a sweet sleepy smile behind the paci... and he hasn't opened his eyes yet.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Happiness is...
I "borrowed" this idea from here Happiness is... ...Smiles so big that you ultimately can't contain the laughter and proceed to let a giggle roll up from your toes. Happiness is... ...hearing the word "mama" for the first time even though you know it's still just babble and he doesn't really know what he said. Happiness is... ...the hope that there still may be "a cure" for his disease available in his lifetime. Happiness is... ...quiet, stolen moments in the middle of the night when only he and I are awake. Moments that contain a tiny hand reaching for my face and a contented sigh as he drifts off back to sleep. Happiness is... ...feeling the joy of his successes. Watching him reach milestones, cheering for his victory and seeing the look of accomplishment on his face. Happiness is... ...being a big boy and getting sit in the high chair, shopping cart or stroller and look around. 
Happiness is... ... flipper slippers. Happiness is... ...gently waking him up to leave for work and the babysitter's and upon hearing your voice, there is a sweet sleepy smile behind the paci... and he hasn't opened his eyes yet.
Happiness is... ... flipper slippers. Happiness is... ...gently waking him up to leave for work and the babysitter's and upon hearing your voice, there is a sweet sleepy smile behind the paci... and he hasn't opened his eyes yet.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
head colds, time change, READY FOR SPRING!
- I must say though the fact that it's lighter, later helps. I LURVE daylight savings time. I can't wait for the temps to warm up a bit so Mr. Temmie and I can sit on the front porch oasis we created with Little M. I also am really itching to go for walks in the evening. My mom and sisters bought us the car seat/stroller combo as a shower gift and I'm ready to add some miles to that stroller's tires! Of course I say all this and I woke up to snow this morning. It's March 22 for crying out loud! Time to turn up the heat a little and go barefoot! That reminds me...I need to get a pedicure. =)
- I entered Little M in a photo contest with a local studio. The winner gets a free session and CD with all the images. Little M took the lead right away. Things did get a little close a few hours before voting ended. But in the end, Little M ran away with the contest. We go on April 6th to get our new family photos. There was one comment made about the whole contest just being a popularity contest. Thing is, out of the 125 votes Little M received, I only know about 30 of them. So in this case it wasn't about who we know, it's about the fact that I have the cutest little baby in the world!
See what I mean?!?
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I hate when Reality gets in
Every once in a while the reality of Little M's diagnosis sneaks in and I'm forced to think about the future.
During his early intervention appointment this month the OT said we need to push him on gross motor skills, but not too hard or we'll do more harm than good as far as muscle deterioration goes. So now we have to learn where the line is and be careful not to cross it. Reality check, my baby has a disease.
While attending the home and garden show this past weekend, I looked at a floor plan on a "double wide". O.k. it was a manufactured home not a trailer. And the only reason I went in was because I was hoping to find a comfy seat since my back and neck were killing me. (See "What a day!" post to find out why.) While I was looking around I realized that the floor plan was a really good one...for a wheelchair. Reality check, I have to consider that sort of thing.
I was reading another blog post about a sweet baby girl with Down Syndrome. She had learned to stand on her own and it was a huge milestone for her. Reality check, my baby's milestones are all delayed and I feel like it's my fault even though I know it isn't.
Reality has been sneaking in a lot lately. I'm doing my best to stay strong and focus on the positive stuff. But I'm mad. It's not fair to Little M and I feel like throwing a fit for him because he hasn't learned how to do it himself.
During his early intervention appointment this month the OT said we need to push him on gross motor skills, but not too hard or we'll do more harm than good as far as muscle deterioration goes. So now we have to learn where the line is and be careful not to cross it. Reality check, my baby has a disease.
While attending the home and garden show this past weekend, I looked at a floor plan on a "double wide". O.k. it was a manufactured home not a trailer. And the only reason I went in was because I was hoping to find a comfy seat since my back and neck were killing me. (See "What a day!" post to find out why.) While I was looking around I realized that the floor plan was a really good one...for a wheelchair. Reality check, I have to consider that sort of thing.
I was reading another blog post about a sweet baby girl with Down Syndrome. She had learned to stand on her own and it was a huge milestone for her. Reality check, my baby's milestones are all delayed and I feel like it's my fault even though I know it isn't.
Reality has been sneaking in a lot lately. I'm doing my best to stay strong and focus on the positive stuff. But I'm mad. It's not fair to Little M and I feel like throwing a fit for him because he hasn't learned how to do it himself.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
What a day!
Today was supposed to be a regular old boring Thursday. That changed when my sitter (my sister-in-law) called at O;Dark Thirty to tell me her son (my nephew) had been throwing up all night and she didn't want Little M to get it. I'm thankful for that, but I didn't have a backup plan! So I did what any mom would do...I went back to sleep until it was only slightly offensive to call for help. =)
I secured a plan B for child care and then got ready for work. I may or may not have also taken a few extra minutes to snuggle and play with Little M before I got in the shower. =D I dropped Little M off with my Aunt and then had to stop at my sister-in-laws place to pick up some papers. This is where the day really takes a dump. As I left sis-in-law's I was stopped at the traffic light no less than 3 blocks away, minding my own buisness. Then I heard a LOUD bang and my car lurched forward. At first I didn't know what happened. Then I realized I'd been hit. Hard.
It took me a minute, but I turned on my hazards and got out of the car. At first I couldn't see anything wrong on my car. The kid who hit me got out and said he was really sorry. Yea, me too! >=/ I told him to pull into the parking lot across the street so we would be out of the way. He followed me and we got out of our vehicles again. I asked if he had any damage and he said no. I said I didn't think my damage was significant, but we should get a police report anyway. Then I reached into my car for my phone and he took off. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! My first thought was where the hell does he think he's going? Then I realized he was leaving and I got his plate number. I repeated it over and over out loud until I could find a pen to write it down. Then I called 911 and reported the accident. At that point I could feel the tension in my neck and back. The dispatcher asked if I needed an ambulance but I said no. At some point I lost my shit and started crying. Once they told me the police were on the way I texted my boss and let her know I'd be late. I also called Mr. Temmie and probably scared the crap out of him.
Once the police showed it was all of 5 minutes to give a statement and the plate number and get a case number. By now I was so stiff and sore I could hardly move. Officer Less-than-friendly offered to call an ambulance. Really, it's not life threatening. I just needed some i.buprofen and a stiff drink!
I finally got to work 2 hours later than I planned and spent the rest of the day getting stiffer and more sore with every minute. I'm sure I need to go to a doctor and they'll tell me I have whiplash and to ice/heat and rest.
But the best part of the whole craptastic day..... Little M was NOT in the car when I got hit. Thank everything Holy for that one!!!!
I secured a plan B for child care and then got ready for work. I may or may not have also taken a few extra minutes to snuggle and play with Little M before I got in the shower. =D I dropped Little M off with my Aunt and then had to stop at my sister-in-laws place to pick up some papers. This is where the day really takes a dump. As I left sis-in-law's I was stopped at the traffic light no less than 3 blocks away, minding my own buisness. Then I heard a LOUD bang and my car lurched forward. At first I didn't know what happened. Then I realized I'd been hit. Hard.
It took me a minute, but I turned on my hazards and got out of the car. At first I couldn't see anything wrong on my car. The kid who hit me got out and said he was really sorry. Yea, me too! >=/ I told him to pull into the parking lot across the street so we would be out of the way. He followed me and we got out of our vehicles again. I asked if he had any damage and he said no. I said I didn't think my damage was significant, but we should get a police report anyway. Then I reached into my car for my phone and he took off. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! My first thought was where the hell does he think he's going? Then I realized he was leaving and I got his plate number. I repeated it over and over out loud until I could find a pen to write it down. Then I called 911 and reported the accident. At that point I could feel the tension in my neck and back. The dispatcher asked if I needed an ambulance but I said no. At some point I lost my shit and started crying. Once they told me the police were on the way I texted my boss and let her know I'd be late. I also called Mr. Temmie and probably scared the crap out of him.
Once the police showed it was all of 5 minutes to give a statement and the plate number and get a case number. By now I was so stiff and sore I could hardly move. Officer Less-than-friendly offered to call an ambulance. Really, it's not life threatening. I just needed some i.buprofen and a stiff drink!
I finally got to work 2 hours later than I planned and spent the rest of the day getting stiffer and more sore with every minute. I'm sure I need to go to a doctor and they'll tell me I have whiplash and to ice/heat and rest.
But the best part of the whole craptastic day..... Little M was NOT in the car when I got hit. Thank everything Holy for that one!!!!
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