Monday, February 27, 2012
Sweet Memories
Sunday, everyone in our family had a huge nap. This obviously affected Sean's sleep cycles, and he couldn't sleep well. While we're now convinced we need to get Paul on a better sleep schedule, we didn't start it last night, and every time Sean heard Paul awake - he came in the bedroom and checked to see if he could take care of Paul - and if I was feeding Paul, he just took a couple of minutes to stroke my hair and soothe me. What a tender and loving husband I have!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sick
I don't think anything makes me appreciate health like being sick. I found a good blog about diabetes today, and it makes me appreciate that I don't have a pump yet. Most days, I'd like a pump, because then I could eat more cookies (like the EL Fudges Sean got at the store today!), but realizing all the trouble that comes with them makes me grateful for my little pancreaus still working.
Also, next time I'm sick to the stomach, I'll try to do what I did today, which is begin to offer each heave for the saving of souls....gross, but effective.
Also, next time I'm sick to the stomach, I'll try to do what I did today, which is begin to offer each heave for the saving of souls....gross, but effective.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Lent, A Day Late
For Lent I have four goals:
1) No music except classical (I can still listen to Catholic radio in the car!)
2) No complaining - especially focusing on the banes of my existence...work and daycare
3) Try to go to morning Mass with Paul 3-5 times during the week (we're usually awake anyway!)
4) Focus on positive speech in my heart and mind especially in regards to respecting Sean.
I thought about giving up diet coke, but that got vetoed by Sean, who so kindly said that I rarely get treats anyway, so he wanted me to just cut back. I'm working on that too.
1) No music except classical (I can still listen to Catholic radio in the car!)
2) No complaining - especially focusing on the banes of my existence...work and daycare
3) Try to go to morning Mass with Paul 3-5 times during the week (we're usually awake anyway!)
4) Focus on positive speech in my heart and mind especially in regards to respecting Sean.
I thought about giving up diet coke, but that got vetoed by Sean, who so kindly said that I rarely get treats anyway, so he wanted me to just cut back. I'm working on that too.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Trauma
I am amazed at how the heart learns to love so fast and so swiftly - today Paul had a "check up" of sorts to get his immunization records ready for day care, update a couple of shots, etc. I had received the suggestion of a new doctor - which I was excited about meeting her, as our pediatrician retired.
Of course, many things happened that I was not expecting... first of all, Paul was considered "tongue tied" - uhm...what? Why wasn't this discovered when he was 8 days old instead of 8 months old? The options - preform a procedure on him today, or wait until he's three and put him under general anesthesia. Yuck. I'll take today - but with a heavy heart. I'm so sad that he has to suffer... Isn't that a great reminder that God didn't create us for Earth, he created us for the Garden - where there was no suffering. Thanks a lot Eve.
Then, while listening to Paul's lungs, the kind doctor informed me that he most likely had RSV. Sean and I have been sick and feeling like crap for almost a month, but I feel bad that I didn't even know how sick Paul was, even though there wasn't much (if anything) that would have been done for him. Shame on momma. Oh yes, there is also the horrible diaper rash - no explanation necessary, I'm sure. It was bad, so she prescribed him an ointment - that I might add cost $18. For the smallest little tube. Seriously. Why is medicine so expensive?
Paul is recovering well. He's not a big fan of the Dr, and I'm not a big fan of her prognosis that he will likely be sick for two years due to daycare.
Anyway. Long day, but this is just a complaining rant. Paul is preciously cute and he's been taking the whole day pretty well, considering very sharp scissors were taken to his tongue which is now untied.
Of course, many things happened that I was not expecting... first of all, Paul was considered "tongue tied" - uhm...what? Why wasn't this discovered when he was 8 days old instead of 8 months old? The options - preform a procedure on him today, or wait until he's three and put him under general anesthesia. Yuck. I'll take today - but with a heavy heart. I'm so sad that he has to suffer... Isn't that a great reminder that God didn't create us for Earth, he created us for the Garden - where there was no suffering. Thanks a lot Eve.
Then, while listening to Paul's lungs, the kind doctor informed me that he most likely had RSV. Sean and I have been sick and feeling like crap for almost a month, but I feel bad that I didn't even know how sick Paul was, even though there wasn't much (if anything) that would have been done for him. Shame on momma. Oh yes, there is also the horrible diaper rash - no explanation necessary, I'm sure. It was bad, so she prescribed him an ointment - that I might add cost $18. For the smallest little tube. Seriously. Why is medicine so expensive?
Paul is recovering well. He's not a big fan of the Dr, and I'm not a big fan of her prognosis that he will likely be sick for two years due to daycare.
Anyway. Long day, but this is just a complaining rant. Paul is preciously cute and he's been taking the whole day pretty well, considering very sharp scissors were taken to his tongue which is now untied.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Friends
Was able to visit Michelle & Tim today - what a blessing true friends are! Michelle just had surgery and it was so sweet to watch Tim take care of her - I have so much to learn about being a good woman, but I'm so glad that I have friends to help me along the way!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Paul- 8 months!
I still do not want to believe that Paul is 8 months old. I want him to be 8 days old again!
He can make out the words "Mom" and "Momma" and even a "Dada" every once in a while...although not always directing it towards the appropriate parent or saying it at the right time, it is awesome to have him verbalizing so well.
Paul loves to crawl. Loves it. He can speedily get where he wants to go, and his favorite places are the bathroom, the trash can, and Momma's pant legs - where he begins to crawl up until picked up.
He has tried many foods - although it is very clear the he prefers fruit to veggies, I can't really blame him! This week he tried pears, strawberries, sausage, pasta... he has successfully mastered bananas, black beans, waffles, toast and doesn't care for broccoli or great northern beans. I think his favorite food are the "puffs" that they sell - he will always find a way to eat them and get them in his mouth...it's so cute to watch. Of course, when isn't he cute to watch?
He can make out the words "Mom" and "Momma" and even a "Dada" every once in a while...although not always directing it towards the appropriate parent or saying it at the right time, it is awesome to have him verbalizing so well.
Paul loves to crawl. Loves it. He can speedily get where he wants to go, and his favorite places are the bathroom, the trash can, and Momma's pant legs - where he begins to crawl up until picked up.
He has tried many foods - although it is very clear the he prefers fruit to veggies, I can't really blame him! This week he tried pears, strawberries, sausage, pasta... he has successfully mastered bananas, black beans, waffles, toast and doesn't care for broccoli or great northern beans. I think his favorite food are the "puffs" that they sell - he will always find a way to eat them and get them in his mouth...it's so cute to watch. Of course, when isn't he cute to watch?
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