So its been a few days...okay weeks. But after a bought of sickness (colds, RSV, flu), a surgery & enjoying the gorgeous pre-summer summer weather I set this on the back burner...hey a moms gotta live!!
So, Ive been laid up for the past few weeks...surgery sucks. I don't care who you are or what you're having done, anytime you have to "go under" its rough. Especially if you have an 18 month old who recently learned to say "momma" for reasons OTHER then needing something & just wanting to be held. It was a relatively hard decision to make, but we decided to have my tubes tied. I had an excruciatingly difficult pregnancy, and after over 5 specialist visits, we decided it was the best thing to do. I had pre-eclampsia at week 18 of my pregnancy, its common in week 30. I have one son and I'm only 28- so it was emotionally hard choice. But I love my life, my son, my husband and oh my life...and after hearing I had a 50/50 chance of surviving another pregnancy I figured it was time to make the right choice for US. So three mondays ago I went under...and boy did I go under. I had the most amazing dream....I lived on a deserted island alone, with unlimited popcorn & lemon ice water...& then I was in recovery with a nurse yelling at me to wake up...weird. Isnt there a nice code or something? Like "hey I feel bad that you just had the best dream of your life so Ill let you sleep a little long" code?? No? Hmm I must be mistaken....
And I found out just how AWESOME my sister & mother are. They came over every single night to clean my house, bathe Tootles, walk my furbaby, vaccumm, do my dishes...my mother even cleaned my kitchen floor on her hands and knees..... How do you pay that back?? It is amazing the amount of love family can have for each other.
And you can discount friends who are on their way to becoming family- my newest & dearest friend R was nothing short of spectacular...even bringing me a little pamper me gift & homemade cookies. She didnt even care that I wasnt showered or the fact that I had no bra on. What a doll!! Im sure it was freaky & I was a hot sticky mess but she was here for me, braless and all. And for that I love her!
People ARE good. I truly believe that and I hope that everyone has at least ONE genuine person in their life.
sappy enough??!!??
So my sister, the Occupational Therapist, the amazing auntie, the teacher of inappropriate things has taught my son how to wag his tail or "shake his tail feathers" and how to "jersey turnpike"...and boy does he LOVE to do those things. He will be playing trucks and then bend over, touch his feet and pump his butt up and down- I forsee bad dance moves in his future. And his newest favorite thing has become tantrums. He just loves them. Any chance he gets he just throws one. In front of family, strangers, just me, or sometimes by himself. There is no limit to his creativity when it comes to his tantrums. My favorite one has to be the time (two nights ago) he decided that 10 pm was too early to go to sleep. So he proceeded to throw all of his toys around the living room and walk between my sister and I smacking us in the legs & if he could reach-faces. It was a great time had by all...it was better then the circus & we had front row seats!!
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