Saturday, January 11, 2014

More Happy Thoughts

Happy Thought #4
Yoga for 60 minutes!
 
 
Happy Thought #5 
Made Donuts with Emily!  She makes an excellent assistant.  OK, so maybe not, but I get to brush up on my one-handed mom skills! 

 

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Happy Thought #3

Happy Thought #3
45 minutes of cardio/strength last night...and looking forward to yoga tonight!  
I heart yoga.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Happy Thought #2

Happy Thought #2
Played virtual dress up with my sissy this morning.  

The hubs has his chief' dinner next month, and its the first time I'm going in a few years.  Ya know, social anxiety and all. 

I am so very proud of my honey.  He works so hard, and he finally found some time to update his certifications, which lead him to being appointed the captain's position this year!  Being the proud firefighter's wife that I am, I feel I need to support him in this.  He would do the same for me.  
 
This is the inspiration outfit my sissy found on Pinterest:
Clearly, I will not be sporting the Chanel hand bag...but a sparkly top and dress pants are right up my ally!

Monday, January 6, 2014

A Little Rusty...

...ok, a lot rusty! 
Every time I say I'm going to jump back into blogging, I peter out after one post.  I miss it.  I think I really need to get back into it.  I have been so damn stressed out lately, but trying to remain positive.  I know that a positive attitude will prevent me from spiraling downward until I break into a thousand pieces.  Believe me, I crashed a lot during the last 1/3 of 2013.  It just seemed like we could never catch a break!  We'd get a tiny bit of goodness, then, BAM...EFF YOU MULDOONS!

2014 is an even number, that's got to be a good start...right?  OK, so positivity.  How do I do that?  I think its only natural to feel like shit sometimes, but I was feeling like shit 90% of the time.  Just thinking out loud here, but maybe I'll post one positive thing (or more if there are more) a day.  A picture, a thought..something like that?  I have the time for a quick post at the end of the day, or the next morning.  hmm, that sounds doable. 

So, first Happy Thought post of 2014...
THE KIDS WENT BACK TO SCHOOL!  YEE HAWWW

OK, that wasn't so bad.  I think I can handle this...

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Being A Special Needs Mom

I have been wanting to write this post for quite some time.  On many levels, any parent may feel these very things.  I don't want it to seem like my struggles are harder than the next person's.  Let me also be clear, this is not a pity party.  I would not trade this life for anything "easier" or less stressful.(well, maybe some days...) 

I am lonely.
I have an incredibly supportive family. They always come when I ask.  My husband is beyond amazing.  But I am lonely.  On weekends when everyone is off doing fun things, I am home with my kids. Sometimes when the afternoon is hard, I'll call my sister.  Knowing that she is at work, but praying that she answers just so that I may hear her voice.  My husband works long and difficult hours.  Most days, I see him for five minutes before he leaves for work.  Most nights, I am fast asleep when he gets home.  Occasionally, I remember a kiss on the cheek or a gentle rub on my leg.  

I have a seven year old toddler.
When you have a baby, sadly they grow and need mommy less and less.  My son has become so independent over the last two years, it makes me a little sad.  My daughter on the other hand, seems frozen in time.  Yes, physically, she's growing.  She's tall for her age in fact.  Emotionally and cognitively, she is stuck.  Currently, she is not ready to potty train.  I am still changing her diaper.  Something we all look forward to moving on from, I can not.  I don't know when I will be able to(though, I have hope it will be in the next few years)  I have to constantly be by her.  She has only been walking for about three years.  She is still unsteady.  She puts things in her mouth.  She has no sense of danger.  She is curious.  I can not turn my back on her.  It makes me a little sad.

I am afraid.
Every day, all the time, I fear two things.  One~that Emily will out-live us and will need to be cared for.  How scary is that?  Two~What if something happens to me?  I know where and how she likes to be touched.  I know her favorite foods.  In our own way, we communicate. At this point, I think I can read her mind.  My husband and parents are quite capable of figuring all of this out...BUT I AM HER MOTHER.  We have been connected since she was a star in the sky, SHE NEEDS ME to help her navigate through this crazy life.  I am terrified.

There isn't enough time in the day.
Everyone on the planet can relate to this.  After my son was born, and I was in "survival mode", I would stay up late, work out then sew beautiful things until my husband got home from work.  Now, I have all I can do to stay up passed 8:30!  My "me" time is grocery shopping when the kids are at school.  I have tried so hard to get creative again, but so far have failed miserably.  A couple times a month, I will paint my own nails.  Every so often, my sister and our friend will come over after the kids have gone to bed and we have a little "girls night in".  I'm trying, but its hard.

Reality.
I can only have so much hope.  I still hope that I'll hear her speak one day.  I will always hold on to that one.  Maybe one day, she'll be independent enough to live on her own.  However, as she gets older, there are things I have to let go of.  My beautiful daughter will probably not bring boys home to meet her daddy.  She will probably not get married, or make me a grandma.  I get emotional thinking about that part.  We have so many hopes and dreams when we hold our little babies for the first time.  It is devastating to grieve the loss of the child we held in our minds.  Devastating.

The Guilt. 
Its awful.  I feel guilty that I caused her Dup15q.  I feel guilty that I don't do enough.  I feel guilty that she doesn't get to experience things that other seven year old little girls get to.  I feel guilty that my son has to wait for his needs to be met.  I feel guilty that we stay in because I'm afraid of people staring at her.  I feel guilty that people have to wait too long for her bus.  I feel guilty that I snap off at my husband for no reason.  I feel guilty that she doesn't "look" like a special needs child, when others do.  I feel guilty.  Honestly, the list is endless...

Small gains are HUGE victories.
Three months ago, at the age of 6 3/4, Emily learned how to drink from a straw!  It.was.HUGE.  She also can remove her own coat now, and we're in the early stages of having her dress and undress herself.  Little victories like that are what keep me going.  The smile on her face keeps me going.  The "Emily hugs"(she does not wrap her arms around my neck...she lays her head down and presses it hard.  Her love spills out when she does...its simply magical) keep me going.  The fact that I KNOW SHE CAN DO IT keeps me going.

All that being said, I AM PROUD TO BE THIS GIRL'S MOTHER.  For all of the heartache, pain, fear, doubt, insecurity, frustration, uncertainty..and all of it.  I LOVE THIS CHILD.   She is a gift.  We get through it one.day.at.a.time.  It could be so much worse than it is.  The fact is, I have a beautiful child that is happy.  Really, what it all comes down to, what we want for our kids...is for them to be HAPPY

Sunday, April 14, 2013

So what has happened since last I blogged?

Easter 2013


 My sister and I turned 32!

Among the gifts I received, a bread machine!!  WOO!
 And I got my hair did!

Yesterday we got some professional pictures taken of our little family!
We have never had professional pics done, and we loved it. 
 It was a terrific morning!
















Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Sick Kids

I've said it once
and I'll say it again...
Sick kids suck.

Hoping my babies are on the mend today.