Middle of the Night Mom Thoughts

My husband had surgery 3 days ago…it was extensive ACL reconstruction surgery in his left knee….they constructed an ACL using part of his hamstring from his right leg, so he’s in a lot of pain.

While he is being a great patient, I’ve been sick… I was sick before the surgery…fever, cough, congestion, runny nose…all that.

The kids have been sick….

The big kids are fine and staying off with grandparents tonight.

I’ve finally got my know it all father in law out of my house, and of course my cough is now worse because I don’t have any help here, both little kids have fevers, and I’ve got 3 different alarms set to make sure my husband has his medicine on time.

My daughter is scratching constantly for some reason, and has decided to come get in the bed with me, and the baby is beet red because his fever is so high.

He refused to take Tylenol or any other medicine, so after trying to cool him down with a rag which he screamed at me for laying on him, I forcibly had to give him the Tylenol.

Of course this resulted in him gagging and drama that wasn’t necessary had he just taken the tasty grape goodness. I mean if he only knew what adults have to take, he’d be a bit more reasonable, possibly.

Meanwhile, I’m forcing this Tylenol down him, while I am coughing uncontrollably, and every time I cough I’m afraid of peeing a little.

I decide to get the baby a popsicle to help cool/calm him down, which leads to me pushing up a popsicle every 10 seconds praying that all the juice doesn’t end up all over my bed.

Meanwhile, every cough loosens my bladder, and inevitably leads to peeing a little, which results in having to walk away with the popsicle for 30 seconds which ends in baby screaming while I’m peeing, holding the popsicle, and it wakes the toddler who tries to comfort the screaming baby while the baby slaps her because he doesn’t want her consoling him, he just wants mommy and the popsicle.

Fastforward all of 5 minutes….we are on popsicle 2, toddler is back asleep, baby’s cheeks are still beet red, but fever is hopefully falling, the cough drop I’ve got doesn’t seem to be working, but I’m praying the medicine I took while I was obtaining popsicle #2 starts working and controls the cough that makes me pee a little.

Baby should be done with popsicle #2 in about 3-5 minutes, which will either bring in tears for yet another, or a satisfaction that results in going back to sleep, which will leave me in limbo for roughly 18 minutes when my alarm clock will be going off to get my husband his medicine and replace his ice in his ice machine and his cold pack from the freezer.

Praying this doesn’t wake the possible back to sleep baby so I can actually go back to sleep as well.

Pray for me!

Motherhood – Passing The Test

I constantly feel like I am FAILING at motherhood.

I feel like I constantly say No and I always “have to do this before I can play with you……”

I don’t want to worry about the house. I want to be in the moment and play the game or color, or build with play-do, but I feel the urge to do other things before I do that, and then by the time I have done what I “needed” to do, the kids are ready for bed or doing something else that they don’t “want” me for.

I feel like I am constantly on the go and that I am FAILING. I know I try my best, but do I really?

They HAVE to have clean clothes. I HAVE to make sure the dishes are done. I have to make sure the clothes are somewhat put away.

What am I getting at? I don’t know really. This is just the mindset I am in right now, but then again, am I failing?

My kids DO have clean clothes and plates to eat on. They love each other to no end, and even though they ask me to play, and I say “let me do this first,” they handle it with grace and move on doing it with another sibling.

Children are resilient.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I WANT to say YES to them asking me to do things, and I am really trying to do better, but everything else has to be done too.

My husband comes home from work and instead of helping me, he goes right upstairs to help build a fort, and I have to be the bad guy this weekend to say, “we are taking it down so you can clean your room.”

Maybe I’m pissed that he can just come home, no worries, and do what he wants with the kids. I feel like I carry the burden of EVERYTHING on me, when it comes to the children and the house and hell, even work sometimes.

He is an extremely hard worker. He is great at doing his job, but when it comes to home-life, he’s just mediocre. It’s frustrating.

I don’t want to have to pick up his candy wrappers and spit bottle off the coffee table AND the bedside table in the mornings, which I’m not even really sure how the one on the bedside table got there, because he slept on the couch more than half the night and the only reason he came to the bed is because I went and bitched that he was still on the couch and not in the bed. (we just got a new couch, because the other one was worn out because I think it was slept on way too much, so I have asked him to sleep in the bed, not on the couch.)

He claims that the couch sleeps better than the bed, but I think it’s just because he would rather watch tv and fall asleep on the couch than get off his ass to come to the bedroom. I mean, he literally walked right past our daughter on the couch asleep two nights ago, to actually go get in the bed. Why wouldn’t he take her to her room? It’s not like he’d have to exert that much energy. Her room is on the way to ours for crying out loud. Our 4 year old doesn’t need to be sleeping on the couch all by herself for the whole night, not in my opinion, at least. No worries, I carried her to her bed…..

Back to the kids, and not a husband rant. I constantly feel like I am failing them and myself, but maybe part of that is because I don’t get the support that I need and deserve from my husband. He expects certain things out of me during the day at work, and then when I expect certain things, he acts like it is an inconvenience to him.

Maybe that is where all these feelings are coming from? I look at my children though, and realize maybe this “failing” is all in my head.

Yes, they argue.

Yes, they are meaner to each other sometimes more than what I feel like they should be.

BUT,

They give piggy-back rides to and from the car when one doesn’t feel like putting their shoes on to go into the house.

My oldest son will play with Barbies just to appease his little sister.

My oldest daughter will grab the baby and play with him just so I can finish up dinner, or go to the bathroom by myself for a change.

The baby goes to his sister when she has hurt herself and rubs her face and gives her a hug.

They sneeze, and someone always says Bless You.

They cough, and someone always asks if they are okay.

When one falls, there’s another one there to pick them up and make sure they aren’t hurt.

They imagine together and talk about when they are older and their jobs and how they will have businesses near each other so they can be together frequently.

THIS….

This is when I know I am not failing them. I AM doing something right.

They love like no end and have the biggest hearts of any kids I know.

My oldest yells way too often, but most of the time it’s because she is acting on her motherly instincts and yells because she’s scared they may hurt themselves.

My oldest son can occasionally have a smart ass thing to say, but it’s because he thinks outside the box and has different ways of doing things, and he will always cover his tracks when he knows he’s said something smart assy, by giving a hug or kiss and explaining himself.

My youngest daughter is a free spirit and can sometimes be a little “witchy” but she will snuggle and tell you how much she loves me and will say the sweetest things.

The baby….not much of a baby anymore, but still……he hits too often, and has began biting on the occasion, but he will hug and love on you and make sure you are okay if it seems like you aren’t feeling so well.

These are the moments that I live for as a mom……not the fact that I wash the dishes instead of play, but the fact that they play and will pretend to wash the dishes so that they can be doing the same thing I am, even if I’m not.

They love each other immensely, and they had to learn that from somewhere, right?

They are perfect in every way.

Motherhood is like the test you study for, but when you sit down to take the test, everything you studied for isn’t on the test.

There are questions you didn’t study for and that you’ve never even heard of, but regardless you try your best.

I may not feel like I am acing this test, but based on my results of watching my children play when they don’t think I’m watching, I think I might be passing.

I am a Joke

I am an absolute joke.

I don’t know what I have done or not done for it to get like this but something has to be done.

There children are walking ALL over me!

There are clothes all over the floor and trash tossed about in random places, dishes on the table from dinner….

Legos on the bathroom floor and HAIR CHALK remnants are all over the upstairs bathroom….fingernail polish on the bathroom counters

and clean, folded, well, been stepped on folded, on the floor….

Homework wasn’t done last night, pajamas are throw in the couch from this morning, attitudes are already flaring…..

And the only one that seems to notice all these things are ME.

My husband obviously caught on to the bitching because the 2 bags of trash that have been sitting by the pantry for THREE days was finally taken out…he’s got ONE job!!!

Why do I fold the clothes if they aren’t going to put them up?

Why do I ask to put your plate in the sink or clothes in the laundry room, if it’s not going to get done?!?!

I am a joke to them. I might as well talk to myself, which I already do half the time so I can get it out of my system without yelling at someone about whatever….

It stops TODAY!! I’ve got to start standing up for my HOUSE and my RULES and MYSELF.

I informed the kids this morning that they would be sitting on the couch this afternoon doing nothing until the house was cleaned and yes, I’m going to do it, bc it needs to be done the correct way and not everything thrown under beds or shoved in closets.

I told them no TV, no IPADS, NOTHING until everything was done.

I even told them NO WHINING! (I’m sure that won’t last)

This all stemmed from the fact that I’ve cleaned the living room 4 times this week, walked in there and immediately saw a chip bag, fruit snack wrapper, sticker on the floor, pajamas on the couch, another kids clothes on the floor, toys in random spots(toys are supposed to be upstairs) 3 plastic cups in the coffee table, lego pieces scattered…. (remember I have a 9 month old who loves putting small pieces of anything and everything in his mouth!

I am being overrun by my kids, spouse, and my house and I’m sick of it. Change starts today!!!

Pray for Me.

Life isn’t a Hallmark Movie

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE a good Hallmark movie, but it’s the same thing over and over again (again, I still sit on my couch and watch them over and over like a broken record)

Why though? Life isn’t like these movies, not that I expect them to be, but for once, it would be nice to feel the real ness of what a complicated life really is like.

The movies are always boy meets girl in a small town, they fall in love and something always happens….

Your recent ex tracks you down and confesses his love all the while interfering with the new or rekindled love that you’ve found in said small town….

Or your business is failing, you fall in love with the local who happens to be wealthy and your business all of a sudden is thriving and making it while the day before you were preparing to close the doors….

Again, I love these movies, but oh how life is NOT a Hallmark Movie!

Maybe that’s Hallmark’s goal…to let you incision what could potentially be, MAYBE, or to just get you out of your world for 2 hours and engrossed in a life you only dream of.

What I can say is, there aren’t Hallmark movies about a couple who has been together since high school….no, they didn’t drift apart and meet back after all these years in their small town…. they haven’t faced a divorce and come back to their hometown, or dealt with a spouse death…… they’ve stuck it out TOGETHER all these years, and come back to their hometown…. with their FOUR kids….

They’ve been through two military deployments, high school and college graduations, death of grandparents, death of friends while overseas that they couldn’t save, a separation that almost ended in divorce, but through some almighty power, they MADE it.

Then again they were almost torn apart due to an affair that ended up making them stronger.

They’ve dealt with loss of friendships, financial hardships, the death of a child, and a business that just seems to keep afloat, BARELY, regardless of all the time and love and work that’s been put into it.

A wife who is self diagnosed as struggling with PPD, but not sure if it’s just depression from moving away from all her friends and a town she’s known for the last 13 years, but trying to keep it together between dance and tumbling and volleyball, and soccer, and guitar lessons.

A husband who gave up is law enforcement career to try and better his family and works his ass off every second of the day and it’s still a struggle to keep food on the table.

A couple who has defied all the odds against them and still love each other, and try their best to BE the best for their 4 kids who adore them.

A mom who is really trying to keep it together every second of every day despite the fact she feels like she’s drowning in a sea of bills, laundry, dishes, diapers, baths, and being a personal milk factory.

THAT should be a Hallmark Movie.

The inevitable triumphs despite all the road blocks that keep popping up at every turn. Maybe it would take you to an alternate universe like Hallmarks movies seem to make me do, but it would give a different perspective as to anything and any obstacle has the capability of being overcome.

Pray for me!

Four Years Ago YESTERDAY

Four years ago yesterday, I was in labor all day and didn’t know it.

Four years ago yesterday, I sat in the waiting room at the doctor’s office with cramping and a false positive on my water breaking while I waited to go into an ultrasound.

Four years ago yesterday, I saw our baby girl moving on a monitor with her heart beating and was told everything would be OK.

Four years ago yesterday, we would go grocery shopping in an attempt to forget that I was cramping.

Four years ago yesterday, I would come home cook dinner and my dad came to visit because we were getting the nursery and the other kids’ rooms ready for the arrival of our baby in a few months.

Four years ago yesterday, after dinner the cramping continued and worsened and for some reason I decided to start timing it.

Four years ago yesterday, I sat in my living room timing my cramps that were two minutes apart and I knew something wasn’t right.

Four years ago yesterday, I called the midwife multiple times asking about the pain I was in and telling her that they were consistently coming a couple minutes apart.

Four years ago yesterday, I was assured that my doctor’s visit showed nothing was wrong and that I should lay down and relax because it was most likely Braxton Hicks contractions.

Four years ago yesterday, as I laid on my side trying to relax I felt a pop as if a balloon had popped inside of me and I knew my water had just broken.

Four years ago yesterday, I jumped up from the bed and went to the bathroom and knew she was coming way too soon.

Four years ago yesterday, I cried in agony knowing we had to go to the hospital but not wanting to.

Four years ago yesterday, my dad who lives an hour away happened to be at our house… talk about right place right time, unfortunately.

Four years ago yesterday, my husband and I sped in the car on the way to the hospital, getting pulled over along away just to be let go when we told him the situation.

Four years ago yesterday, I got to the hospital and immediately went back and all the midwife could say was she was sorry this was happening.

Four years ago yesterday, the doctor came in and wanted to look at the baby on an ultrasound machine.

Four years ago yesterday, we watched our little baby kick and turned and her heart was beating a perfect rate just to be told she would be coming and there was nothing we could do about it.

Four years ago yesterday, the doctor did give us a glimmer of hope when he said if it’s not real labor you’ll just be on bedrest for two months until she’s ready.

Four years ago yesterday, I knew from the bottom of my heart that I was in labor, although I’d be willing to lay in a bed as long as I needed in order to keep my baby.

Four years ago yesterday, the doctor wanted to see if I was in actual labor by checking my cervix.

Four years ago yesterday, the doctor made a face and told my husband to look.

Four years ago yesterday, the umbilical cord was already hanging out of my cervix.

Four years ago TODAY, the doctor said that since her heartbeat was so strong she could possibly be born alive.

Four years ago today, my husband and I did something we never thought we’d have to do.

Four years ago today, we wished that our daughter wouldn’t be born alive because we knew she wouldn’t survive and we didn’t want her to suffer.

Four years ago today, I had to pee and I was afraid to, because I knew what would happen with the pressure.

Four years ago today, I went to the bathroom and our daughter was born in the white plastic thing you catch urine in.

Four years ago today, I gave birth to this bright pink, perfect little baby and there was nothing I could do to save her.

Four years ago today, we held her in our arms and counted her 10 fingers and 10 toes and saw the hair that was beginning to grow.

Four years ago today, we held our perfect baby and cried in disbelief at what just happened.

Four years ago today, my husband and I vowed to not blame each other for the circumstances we were facing.

Four years ago today, my husband and I made a promise to be strong for one another because we knew this was going to bring out a lot of emotions.

Four years ago today, we knew we were destined to have another baby.

Four years ago today, we prayed more than we had prayed in our entire marriage.

Four years ago today, we had to leave the hospital with our baby in a little box and not in a car seat or in my womb.

Four years ago today, we took our baby home.

Four years ago today, our oldest got to meet her sister and hold her.

Four years ago today, we had to take our baby girl to the funeral home.

Four years ago today, I was numb with any kind of emotion and the last thing I wanted to do was talk about the funeral service for my baby when 24 hours prior she was alive in my belly.

Four years ago today, we were lost and broken and didn’t know how we’d move forward.

For years ago YESTERDAY, our lives were changed forever, and TODAY we will celebrate with love and tears and prayer and cake for our sweet girl’s 4th Birthday.

Another day I will tell more of our story as to how we’ve moved forward, and what a journey it has been. Our sweet baby wasn’t with us for long, but the impact she played on our lives has remained evident in all the things we do.

Pray for Me!!!

Life Behind Facebook

I’m sure by the title, you guys know exactly what I’m talking about….LIFE BEHIND FACEBOOK.

Social Media has a way of making us imagine ourselves in a perfect world and then broadcasting it so everyone can see how fantastic our life is.  I try and be honest, but apparently I make my life look like I’ve got it all together.

I guess, inevitably, that’s what you want, right? You want it to “appear” that you’ve got your shit together and you and your family are doing wonderful.

Let’s face it…who wants to post NEGATIVE things on Social Media. I know in my life, I don’t try and fixate on those bad moments, and I try to focus on the good, but get REAL, it’s a struggle.

I’ve got 4 children, work as full time as I can around their schedules, and try and keep the upkeep of the house and be a wife. Did I mention, I bring the baby to work??? And then I leave on Monday, Wednesday, Friday to go get her from preschool, and we come BACK to work??

My mom and grandmother both have friends that say to me, “I don’t know how you do it.” I’m talking they ALL say this to me. What the hell am I doing???  I get it, I’m doing it, but I’m so not doing it.

They don’t see the meltdowns in the morning because my son refused to go to bed at a decent time so he’s cranky and doesn’t want to get dressed, then falls asleep in the car because he’s so tired and then whines when we get to school because he’s too tired.

No one sees my oldest have a complete breakdown because I forgot to make her a doctor’s appointment to get a refill on her ADHD prescription and she has testing that day.

Or what about the 3 year old who REFUSES to potty train?!?!?

The baby, yeah, he’s pretty perfect, but seriously, I didn’t broadcast on Facebook all these woes we went through….

Or let’s talk about date night….. Facebook post says we went on a date night, had a great time at this new local restaurant, which we did, but what it didn’t tell you was that we went on the first date we’ve been on by ourselves in our 3 YEARS in an effort to rekindle whatever we have, because life has taken completely over and we have found ourselves only talking about the children or work (we work together in our own business.) Facebook didn’t say that we struggle to even have a conversation about anything other than work or the kids because we’ve forgotten how to communicate.

Our conversation consisted of making a promise to each other that we would work on this and do better to be attentive to one another and not focus all our discussions on these two things, because otherwise, where will we be down the road when the kids are out of the house??

And I know I’m not the only one. I see couples all the time, people we are friends with, who we know are struggling with their relationships or their children or falling on hard times financially, but it’s all a front to put your best on Facebook. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with it. Facebook is kind of like a fantasy, of what you want your life to look like, but not exactly what’s really going on behind closed doors.

Don’t get me wrong, our house really is filled with love and laughs and fun times, we just choose not to share the bad, or the ugly. Just remember though, everyone has the bad and the ugly.

No matter, how perfect life may seem to you or to anyone else, there is always the ugly, and honestly, that’s what makes us real and authentic.

If we didn’t have the bad, would we really appreciate all the good that we have and experience?

 

The word for the Day….Scabies! 😳

Be a mom they said…..

It’s the best gift ever they said….

They will bring you the most joy you have ever felt they said……

They didn’t say your 11 year old with a rash since before Christmas that you were told was Eczema, would in fact be Scabies!!!

From what I gather, it’s basically lice of the skin….which means washing all the linens to the beds, clothes she’s touched, towels she’s used, everything I feel like.

Mind you, our family is a close family, so we snuggle and cuddle and love on each other. There is NO personal space, which means, what if another kid has it!?!

In fact, my older son has little bumps on his hands that itch and resemble what my daughter’s started out as, but his is t as bad as hers. Hers is all up and down her arms, all over her stomach, on her hands, between fingers… 🙈😭.

Apparently this mess doesn’t show any signs h til 4-6 weeks after having contracted it, so the baby and the toddler could already have it and I don’t know it yet.

Did I mention before that my older son doesn’t sleep alone and he bed hops?!?! So he slept in his bed last night, mine the two nights before, and his little sister’s the night before that, so guess what that means?!?!

I get to wash all the linens on ALL the beds!!

Are you itching yet???? Because I am just thinking about all this!

I’m going to gather myself while I’m in the Mommy line and then rush home to swap the first load of linens I’ve already washed and replace with a second load, all while trying to get the toddler ready for tumbling, trying to keep my adhd, 11 year old beautiful daughter from touching or sitting on anything that could harbor this mess……

And we are supposed to be ah big people over for a Super Bowl Party Sunday. Working, school, my kids FINALLY aren’t SICK for the first time in what seems to be a lifetime ago, and now THIS.

The word for the day is SCABIES.

Pray for me!