This post could be alternatively titled “How stupid am I?”
A while ago another brilliant blogger mentioned getting a waterproof pillow cover because when toddlers get sick in the night, it ruins their pillow. I thought this was just about the smartest thing I had ever read and said I was going to get one right away. Well right away turned into still haven’t done it yet. In my defense, I did have a baby in the meantime but really? I do enough online shopping that I should have added it to the cart.
Fast forward, Sophie has had a stomach bug since last Thursday. Yes, the last 6 days I have been dealing with some serious vomit. Have I gotten a waterproof pillow cover yet? Of course not? How many pillows have I gone through? 4 so far. And the best part, instead of going out to the store and buying one right now while I have the chance, I am instead blogging about how I don’t have one. Moronic, right?
Back when she was in a crib, I used to do the sheet lasagna (waterproof cover, sheet, waterproof cover, sheet, waterproof cover, sheet). It worked wonders. When she switched to a toddler bed did I continue? Of course not. For some reason I thought that toddlers don’t get their bedsheets ruined? Again, moron. And yet again, instead of re-lasanga-ing her bed, I am just doing load upon load of laundry.
So now I’m just crossing my fingers and hoping for a puke-free night. She’s got the weirdest stomach bug ever. She’s fine during the day and then pukes her brains out all night long. It’s awesome
This will be your last holiday Sophie-ism
While opening her presents Christmas morning (which for us was Sunday the 26th but that’s another story for another post) she suddenly looked up at me and said “mommy I was soooo good. I such a good girl. I get so much presents”
That is also how you know your family spoils your kid.
That isn’t a mistake…I used Sweetness’ real name there in the title. There have been a lot of changes here recently, what with the new addition and all. First off, I am now a stay at home mom. Two kids in daycare just didn’t make sense financially. I would have been working to pay for childcare. But with me being home, I need a little space for me. I was panicking the last 2 weeks trying to figure out how and where I was going to get this space when I realized…I had it, right here. There have been plenty of times where I wanted to blog but the thought of changing everyone’s names and all that nonsense was too much. So everyone, meet Sophie…and her baby sister Amelia.
First thing on my list is to write down some of the ADORABLE things Sophie has been saying about Hannukah and Christmas
– opening my wallet in line at the grocery store “Mommy,do you have more chocolate money?” (aka Hannukah gelt)
– anytime anyone comes over, “Yook at that! Come see my Christmas” (showing them the Christmas tree)
– every morning when we walk downstairs, “Mommy, turn on Christmas, turn on Christmas!!”
– every afternoon as we drove home from daycare, “Yook all the buu-tiful lights. I no have lights, I only have tree. I soooo sad” Because she is clearly a deprived child
– anytime she saw a Santa “I sooo good, bring me presents.”
Her awe at all things holiday was just amazing. It is truly astounding to see the season through the eyes of a toddler.
I hope everyone had a happy holiday, whatever you happen to celebrate
It was three years ago today that I had the IUI that brought me Sweetness. And as I spend the afternoon, evening, and probably the whole night, cleaning up her vomit I can not help but realize how incredibly blessed I am. Last year I was trying to think of the best way to honor the day. I ended up making a donation to Resolve and hugging my girl extra tight.
Happy holiday to you. And if you don’t celebrate, enjoy the long weekend.
Way back in April of 2005, I hit the jackpot and married one of the best guys out there. Right after that I went off the pill and started the whole “we’re not trying but if it happened it’s alright” thing. That December, before infertility ever crossed my mind, I bought a set of 4 stocking holders. That December I was fine with just using 2 of the holders. After all, we were just having fun being newlyweds and I didn’t expect to be pregnant yet. I knew nothing of charting, basal temperatures, or anything like that. There was no reason why 2 healthy young people wouldn’t be able to conceive. Infertility was what happened to other people, right?.
December 2006 was harder. We crossed over from “having fun” to “trying”. And I was close to associating “trying” with failing. I had just made an appointment with my gyno to talk about why a healthy 30 year old had spent 2 years NOT getting pregnant. I cried as I put out 2 of the stocking holders and saw the other 2 in their boxes.
December 2007. Holy suckage. Coming off a miscarriage and failed IUI this time of my life holds the record for being the darkest. Looking back, I am amazed I made it through. I forced myself to put up a tree but that was it. There were no decorations or stockings out that year. I just couldn’t do it and spent most of the holiday season partaking in another holiday tradition…drinking my face off.
December 2008. Sweetness was here! The stockings went up and this time I cried happy tears as I took the 3rd stocking holder out of its’ box. I knew the 4th one was there but it didn’t really register. It was my baby’s first christmas and that was all that mattered.
December 2009. Children do take the sting out of infertility but there are plenty of reminders that open the wound and pour a little salt in there. Seeing that 4th box did just that. Yes, I had an adorable little girl entranced with the lights but there was still something missing. And talks had already begun on how we could afford filling that gap and when we should head back to the drs.
December 2010. All 4 stocking holders are in use, hanging over the fire place in our new house nestled deep in suburbia. Again, I cried as I hung them. It’s symmetrical and even. It’s perfect.
Only took 5 years…