Archives for April 2011

Breathe In, Breathe Out

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:Breathe Out:

I have been telling myself this all week. Every minute of every day this week. I haven’t been blogging or writing or on twitter this week. I haven’t really been responding to email unless forced to for work. I haven’t pinned anything on my pinterest page. (Have you joined by the way? Amazing…) Breathing has been my focus.

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My mind is exhausted. All week we were dodging bullets from the daily battles from every direction of our lives. I wondered if we would come out of this war we call life alive or if somewhere along the way we would be wounded.

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With each breath I took, I wondered if the newest battle of “life” would be my last for the week. I wondered if the wound of the most recent battle would cut so deep that I would surrender the white flag and just tell the world it won this week and next week I would be better. We are alive. We are wounded but out of the war and the small victories of the week become the flags I choose to wave.

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Our nanny gave her notice Monday. I love her. Brady loves her. She loves my kid like he is her own. She has a nickname for him. She has become my friend. She is a teacher. It is who she is at her core. I have known this since we hired her. She has the opportunity to teach again and I want to celebrate that with her but I am so sad that she is leaving us. The victory flag I am waving is that she has made our lives easier, better, and sturdier for 8 months and for that I am eternally grateful.

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Our dryer has not been drying our clothes. I thought we would be replacing a dryer this week. Finally the home renovations are finished and our first appliance goes on the fritz. I have a toddler so obviously I need to wash clothes. Monday, Glenn came home and informed me the vent was clogged and the dryer not broken. Like any FRUSTRATED human, cleaning that vent out in the rain was just what I needed Monday night. The victory is that we did not have to replace a dryer…small victories right?

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Brady has his 18 month check up in couple of days and part of it is a required routine blood draw prior to the visit to check for lead and other things. Trying to hold a 35 pound 18 month old in a Quest Diagnostics lab while they stick, prick and draw vial after vial of blood 22 weeks pregnant was about as bad as it gets. The victory in this day is that while the tears he flowed, he waved on the way out.

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I went to my OB on Monday for my anatomy scan of Fischer Baby #2. Routine, nothing to worry about was my thought process. So, much so I told Glenn not to come. The tech was a soft spoken mom of three who gabbed with me like a friend sharing her parenting fears and hopes like we had known each other for years. She said everything looked great. No worries. And the gender was sealed in an envelope for us to celebrate together… as a family when I got home. Home. The phone rang during dinner. A number I did not recognize. It was the ultrasound tech. All I heard was sub-optimal images, maternal fetal medicine, more images. Tears, fears, anger and confusion washed over me.

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My house is filthy. Dust bunnies creep around each piece of furniture. Our laundry is overflowing. The yard needs plants, flowers and some attention. But yet we found the time today, to buy my little guy a bike seat for the back of Glenn’s bike so he can ride with us, exercise with us and explore the city with us. Monday night I laid on the couch, licking my wounds. My mind was racing with “what ifs”. Glenn laid next to me. Calming telling me that we were okay, this baby would be okay, Brady was okay, and our life was okay. He wanted to open the envelope. I didn’t. I wanted it to sit. I needed to wallow in my own pity. At least until we knew what life had in store for us.

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I went to bed that night knowing I wouldn’t sleep. I laid in bed thinking about how much my husband has an ability to calm me. How he knows the right thing to say. He knows, because he is a glass half full kind of guy, that we are strong, rock solid and capable of a lot when he and I work together. I woke up the next day knowing I was doing something good. I went to my high school’s Habitat for Humanity house with my advisory. We painted, we caulked and we talked. It was therapeutic. A reality check and it kept my mind busy. I called my OB and made the next appointment.

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Wednesday I went back to my OB. I got to see our second baby again. I got pictures and got the good news that everything looks great. Wednesday we made a plan for the rest of this school year and celebrated that we will soon be a family of four.

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This kid below is going to be a big brother to a little sister. This is the biggest victory from the battles we fought this week. This is what I am going to celebrate. I give this kid everything I can, a sibling, the greatest gift. A sister. And he will be a brother. He is why I fight the battles. Do you blame me?


18 Months

You’ve gone from this…

To This…

Here’s the thing… I want to halt time. I want to put it in stop mode. I want time to standstill. Just for a bit. So I can soak it in. Breathe in the moments that I miss, the moments that matter, and the minutes when nothing else matters except for he, I and my husband.

This age is magical. One of my best friends, Angela, kept telling me that 18 months is the best age and I kept not believing her until we got here. The curiosity, the personality, the loyalty, the independence, and the ability to love has proved to me that once again that being a parent just gets better with time.

To you, everything’s funny
You got nothing to regret
I’d give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that
~Taylor Swift “Never Grow Up”

And We’re Back… Florida 2011

And…We’re Back

We returned on Saturday from one glorious, sunny, relaxing week on the beach. I have to tell you that prior to leaving I was so consumed with the logistics that I really didn’t have time to worry about big things like airport security, the actual plane ride, the trip from the airport to Longboat Key or anything else. As we were driving to the airport, Glenn told me I was awfully quiet, which is not normal behavior for me, and that is when it sunk in that I was flying with a toddler alone.

Were there mishaps? Yep. Were there moments that I wondered if maybe traveling with a toddler alone was a bad idea? Yep. but there even more moments where I was grateful . For simple things like the sun, my parents, the sunsets, the morning run to Starbucks each day, the fresh seafood and the fact that my husband got to see his son running in to the ocean and giggle as he dumped buckets of water on himself? This week was about being a mama, a wife and a daughter and I drank every minute of it up.

Let me start with the lowlights:

Saturday, March 26th– After getting the airport with ease, I was the RANDOM security check. Yes, with my toddler in tow, I was scanned, finger whatever, and frisked. As was my toddler’s sippy, his stroller that had to be folded up to go through the scanner as the diaper bag was being destroyed.

Sunday, March 27th and Monday March 28th– A good thunderstorm always makes me relax. Not this one. The lightning, the thunder and the rain were so violent that Brady was awakened and I am not sure that any of us slept more than one hour at a time. He refused to go back in his crib and nothing settled him down. So, my ma and I slept with him and it was a ROUGH night.

Saturday, April 3rd– The flight down was so great that I wasn’t worried about the flight home. I was wrong to get too confident. We sat on the runway for quite some time since the navigation system was not working. Between the heat on the airplane, the bottle Brady drank going up, and the sippy he drank no, demanded as he snacked with our seat mate his diaper was quickly filling up. I went to the bathroom and realized there was no changing table. I asked a flight attendant and she told me that my seat was the only option or the floor. So, I begged his diaper to hold. It didn’t. It was a geyser shooting straight out of his diaper when he peed twenty minutes before we landed. My legs were soaked. My shorts were dripping in his pee. His shorts were so wet that you couldn’t tell they were wet because there was no part of them that were dry. I begged our seat mate not to notice. Off the plane and after waiting and obtaining our stroller I quickly hustled into a bathroom where I changed his diaper to only realize I did not have a change of clothes. So, I pushed him through O’Hare in his diaper. Mom fail.

Now, let me give you the highlights:

Saturday, March 26th– Brady traveled like a rock star. Sure he took a #2 right when we got the airport but he slept most of the flight, watched Sesame and sat happily in his car seat from the airport to the condo. Then I watched as his eyes lit up with excitement when he realized the pool was one big bathtub.

Sunday, March 27th– We woke to brilliant sunshine, we walked the beach, scoured it for shells, built castles, and jumped in the waves. All in all it was a day that was perfect that I etched in my mind.

Friday, April 1st– I watched as my boys played in the sand and dumped water on each other. It is magical to be a mama and a wife and to watch the two most important people in my life enjoy the small things, the simple things- sunshine and each other.

Other Things That I Will Always Remember from Florida 2011

Brady learned to track planes in the sky.

Brady pointed trucks out on the street.

Brady learned to say HI and WOW! (That’s a lot for 17 month old that says very little!)

Brady ate real fish sticks.

Brady pushing the elevator door and giggling as it started to move.

Brady locking and unlocking the car for us every time we drove somewhere.

Brady sitting with my mom at the Beachhouse listening to the live entertainment.

Brady sipping a Starbucks cup with a straw.

Brady playing with the water spicket where you wash off when you come off the beach.

Brady getting a bath from my dad.

Brady swimming with my dad and trying soooo hard to say 2 when we counted to three before he jumped.

Brady turning the fan on each morning.

Brady looking at the bird in the entry way of the condo making a “woof” noise insisting it was a dog.

Brady walking St. Armand’s Square.

Brady eating his first ice cream cone at Kilwin’s.

I am sure I missing plenty more but more importantly, it’s only Tuesday and I am missing the sun, my parents, the undivided attention and time I had with my boys and the ability to stop and just enjoy it all.