Back to WorkWell a month worth of days flew by (the nights were longer) and I'm going back to work tomorrow. The girls will be home with their dad tomorrow which always is nice, no crazy half hour drive to Grandmas and then back the opposite direction to work. I'm excited to hang out and talk with grown-ups and hope my scrubs fit...I should check into that before morning. Because there is a high probability that these will be my final four months of working before I become a SAHM with absolutely no disposable income, (Zar would argue we have none NOW, but I mean like, no more costco flowers on the front table) I should enjoy them. The flowers and the working days.
TantrumsElla is having them. When she gets frustrated or doesn't get what she wants she throws herself to the ground in hysterics, or worse, throws things. This morning she threw her cereal spoon across the kitchen and threatened to throw her bowl of cereal too. Technically it was my bowl of cereal, which she demanded for her own. She slapped her hands in the milk and then rubbed it in her hair while screaming. Hmmm. Is she too young at 19 months for time outs? A firm "no" just makes her more enraged. Any advice or tricks would be appreciated. She's a very passionate child. Sheesh. Also suddenly she won't eat anything.
Special NeedsMy attitude towards Lily and this pregnancy in general is changing. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my shallow complaining. Having a special needs kid is hard. It's hard to get out the door. It's hard to go to the grocery store. It's hard to go on vacation. It's hard to get a night of sleep. It's hard to be in a constant state of stress and worry and uncertainty. It's hard financially. It's hard to suddenly be living in the hospital for indeterminate periods of time, and that was hard when we didn't have two other kids. It's hard to watch someone you love desperately suffer, especially when they don't understand why they are suffering. I've been remembering so many hard things; finding Charlotte unresponsive on the couch as an infant, getting frantic terrified phone calls from Grandparents or bus drivers, holding Charlotte down through 15 needle sticks for a routine blood test, waking to that "fever cry" in the night and knowing you are about to rush to the hospital, dealing with doctors who don't really think she's worth their time because she'll never discover the cure for cancer, endless daily bills, those horrible c-pap weeks, etc etc etc. I'm scared. But wow was Charlotte worth it. Ella, despite her tantrums, has been giving me un-begged for kisses these past couple days, and the words to the poem I read at Charlotte's funeral come to me--"I'll send a kiss through my sister, you'll know I am there." Life wasn't meant to be easy. But it's meant to be worth it, and there is nothing worth it like caring for a special needs child.
MassageI had a prenatal massage two days ago. It was wonderful and I haven't had a headache since. I felt well enough to clean like crazy yesterday and to go to the grocery store AND to Costco AND get a bunch of thank yous written today. Zar says we can't afford it but it's feeling like a "need" to me.
AvaAva will be one month old tomorrow! She's getting fun now, I mean, c'mon, newborns aren't really the life of the party. She's making cute faces (smiling? maybe?!) and funny cute noises and staring at faces and calming when she sees me. She really is ridiculously beautiful. You just can't help but stare at her and touch her face. It's feeling a lot more natural now. I can hold her and make goofy faces and say "Oh! Where's demburpensyittlebeebee?"and not look over my shoulder to see if her mom just walked in. Oh yeah, cuz I'm here. Ooohsnoogie.
Like MeI saw a woman at Costco today. She had two toddlers in her cart, a blondie girl and a little black boy who kept yelling "MAMAMA!" Oh yeah, and she was PREGNANT. I followed her around for awhile but didn't say hi. "Oh Hi! What do you know!? We like....are the same...or you know...I see you are pregnant, and OH, you have child who doesn't look like you...and one who does...and man they are close together in age...do you by chance have a trisomy child at home? Or did you?" ...I mean is this offensive?