Good Things Come in Threes

May 14, 2008

Yay!  Today is M’s and my third anniversary!  It started with M waking up to find his youngest son sharing the bed with us.  Again.  Things have got to get better soon.  In the meantime, I’m loving the snuggle time, that just feeling me close was enough to soothe him back to sleep last night.

In all the short spurts of sleep I got through the night, my mind managed to piece together a dream about a wedding.  I find this particularly coincidental because I hadn’t remembered what today was until I got a sweet e-mail from my husband a little while ago.  (I would have remembered eventually, I’m sure!)

I wish I could remember more from my own wedding day, though.  I remember lots, especially dropping the bomb of the baby growing in my belly on my sister just minutes before we walked down the aisle.  Hey, she asked, and I couldn’t lie to her.

I also remember how M and I were about to cry from the sappiness of the moment as I walked down the aisle–until the edge of my dress knocked over one of the aisle decoration thingies that had a lit candle on top.

Then I remember staring into M’s eyes through the rest of the ceremony.  It was like I didn’t even notice there were other people there watching me.

I felt like a princess that day, despite the nasty morning sickness that insisted on plaguing me even that special day, and M was the main reason for that, not even the perfect dress.  He made me feel so special.  I was clearly the only person in the room for him as well.

When my mom and I were doing wedding preparation stuff, the very first time we had to put down non-refundable money on something, she felt the need to encourage me to ignore my thrifty ways.  If my feelings changed between then and the wedding, even if it happened the day before, I needed to back out of the wedding without concern for all the cost or hassle involved.  She was worried that I’d knowingly make a mistake to avoid wasting money.

But I knew right then that I wasn’t making a mistake.  The day before the wedding came, then the day of the wedding, and not once did I question my decision to marry M.  And now, three years later, I still don’t regret it.  I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

If you’re reading today, M, happy third anniversary!


New Levels of Exhaustion

May 13, 2008

Thank goodness BabyN finally cut one of those teeth.  Now I’m just waiting for the other three (five?) to cut before life can get back to a semblance of normal.

I went to bed early last night, for good reason.  But I just lay there for forever unable to sleep.  I knew as soon as I did, BabyN would wake up crying.  Besides, it’s been crazy hot around here, even with the a/c cranked way down.  I keep waking up uncomfortable and sweaty when I do sleep.

I was right, and less than three hours after I finally dozed off, BabyN woke up crying.  I was so far out of it that his crying was a part of my dream at first, and it wasn’t until he had woken up PJ that I realized it was happening in real life.  So at four in the morning I was comforting two upset babies.

Last night I was lucky, though.  BabyN fell asleep while I was comfort-feeding him in bed (don’t judge me–I was desperate!).  I slept awful because of the uncomfortable position I was forced to hold for hours at a time, but at least I slept.  Well, between random itches that I tried not to scratch out of fear that the movement would wake BabyN.

Then I was able to move him to the playard by our bed where he slept another couple of hours, and then he slept another hour or so when I fed him later in the morning.

Altogether, I may have gotten about seven hours.  If they had happened all at once, I would be feeling pretty good today.  But because they were cobbled together a few minutes at a time, I’m dying for a nap today.  My head hurts again, for the fourth (fifth?) day in a row, and I ache everywhere.  Although, the aching could easily be from sleeping in uncomfortable positions instead of lack of sleep.

I’m hoping and praying that today goes very different from the last few days and BabyN decides to take a looooong afternoon nap.  I’m in desperate need of one myself.

But I’m looking on the bright side of things.  In the chaos of last night, BabyN finally sprouted one of those teeth that have been keeping him from sleeping.  Three to five more are imminent.  Most likely I don’t have more than a few more days of interrupted sleep before he crashes for days in relief from the pain.  At the very least, I can sleep then.

Oh, and even though he’s slightly behind his cousins of similar ages in physical milestones, he’s the only one with teeth.  He’ll have a whole mouthful before either one of them has sprouted even one.  It’s nice to know he’s precocious in something, right?


A Few Random Things

May 12, 2008

I’m starting to think BabyN’s teething is bothering me more than him.  At least he gets frequent dosing to help with the pain.  All I get is sleep deprivation.  Three of the last four nights, I’ve spent nearly two hours of my precious sleep time keeping him happy.  Yes, M let me sleep late this weekend, embarrassingly late, but it still isn’t enough.

Today I’m physically hurting from the lack of sleep.  I feel like I’m starting to get sick (my immune system is awesome until it gets compromised from lack of sleep), and naturally I’m grumpy.  I hate being like this, but I don’t know a way out of it.  Until at least a couple of those SIX teeth cut, he’s going to keep waking me up at insane hours, demanding comfort.  I am so ready for vacation, when his grandmothers get a chance to comfort him through the teething.  Less than two weeks now!

PJ has started acting very much like a 2-year-old, and I love it.  The tantrums are fewer as he can tell us better what it is he wants, so instead we just get to see his adorable personality.  Several times every day now, I catch myself looking at him in wonder that he is so funny.  Life with him is suddenly so exactly how I expected life with a 2-year-old to be.  I think when we make it to the other side of the tantrums, I’m going to discover I love him even more than I ever though possible, especially in the worst of the tantrum phase.

I totally had a million other mini-topics I wanted to write about today, but I suddenly can’t remember any of them.  I should start writing this stuff down.  Some of them might have actually been interesting.

Anyway, I hope all of you had great Mother’s Days.  Any of you get anything really special?  I mostly got a day without responsibilities, and most importantly, poopy diapers.  I’ll take that over roses or a card any day!


Mother’s Day

May 11, 2008

As I expect my own day to be low-key, with my sweet husband doing sweet things for me but no extravagant celebration, I don’t have much to say about my Mother’s Day.

Instead, I’d like to take the opportunity to wish all of you other mothers out there a happy day of your own.

And all of you mothers who feel left out of the festivities today?  I need to remind you that those of us who can celebrate the day joyfully still haven’t forgotten you.  When we hug our own children, we remember that there are many of you out there who are celebrating by crying over another negative pregnancy test or visiting your baby in the hospital or visiting their tiny little graves.  Whether or not you got breakfast in bed, you are mothers too, and probably the most courageous of all of us.  I’m wishing you a happy Mother’s Day today and an even happier one next year, when hopefully you can hug your own children.


My Special Day

May 9, 2008

My birthday ended up being nice.  I didn’t get that nap or nearly any of the phone calls I expected, but they ended up not mattering in the long run.  My parents and hubby did a great job of making my birthday special.  M came home from work with a nasty headache and still made a point to do the things I wanted to do, even when he wanted to take a nap.

The most ironic part of the day was bedtime for the boys.  Of course, M and I had been looking forward to their bedtime, as always, and it had already been delayed because BabyN needed to eat one more time before bed and we had gotten home from eating out kind of late.  Anyway, the schedule was already off, and we were anxious for bedtime.  Then M said those magic words for PJ: “Sleep tight!”  He ran to collect his blankies and pillow, and as he did so, he stumbled and fell right into the coffee table.  Of course.

So we kept them up for another half an hour to make sure that nasty bruise above his left eye was not actually a concussion.  Thankfully it wasn’t.  Still, not exactly the most fun way to end my birthday.

At least we got my traditional birthday pictures before the nasty bruise happened! 🙂

Here are the pictures from yesterday.  (Remember that you will only be able to see them if you’ve been added to my friends on flickr.  E-mail me if that needs to happen.  If you’re on my blogroll or have commented before, then don’t hesitate to ask.  Please.)

I need some advice choosing one picture to use as my new profile photo for my blogger blog.  Any suggestions?


Following Up

May 8, 2008

Okay, so things aren’t really that bad so far.  I’m crazy tired, but I expected that.  And Murphy would approve of both boys waking up desperate for my attention super early this morning.  I’m crossing my fingers that they have a special long birthday nap planned for me.  Because I could use one of my own.

Yesterday the rest of my birthday appeared in the mail (and by UPS).  I opened the cards but left the presents themselves for today.  I think it’s kind of funny that the card from my in-laws got here the day before my birthday; M’s didn’t make it to him until the day after.  That sure makes me feel special.

Okay, so I kind of lied.  I didn’t exactly leave all the presents for today.  When I talked to my mom late yesterday, she told me that the presents in the big box were individually wrapped, so I went ahead and opened the box to see how many presents I had.  (I sound like a little kid on Christmas.)  Two of them were for the boys.  There was no reason for those to wait, right?  Then I got into the spirit of it and had to open just one of mine a day early.  I’m proud of myself for stopping there.  By the way, it’s a cute springy purse.  I’m super picky about finding purses, so it’s always easier if someone else does the choosing for me.  I’m excited to go somewhere so that I get to carry it.

Then this afternoon, I’ll open the rest of my presents.  M is also planning to get more birthday pics of me with the boys (like he’s done the last two years), and I’m very much looking forward to that.  The weather looks perfect for it–sunny and clear and HOT.  So it should end up being an okay birthday after all, especially if I can get that nap.

By the way, thanks for all the comments about the eating issues.  While I don’t have a foolproof solution, it really helps to know that the problems are totally normal.  If anything, he’s already eating better than most other kids his age.  I think the biggest frustration comes from his desire to give the dog a “twee” (treat) during meals and then slip her some food.  We are strongly anti-people-food, so this drives me crazy, which translates into frustration with all of his eating habits.  I know we could fix the problem with feeding the dog by keeping her away from the table during meals, but I’m reluctant to do something she’ll read as punishment when PJ is the one doing something wrong.  Until we find a reasonable solution to this problem, I’d say we’re doing pretty well.  We’ll just keep doing what we’re doing, and I’ll quit complaining.


This Does Not Bode Well

May 8, 2008

It’s officially been my birthday for one hour and two minutes now, and I’ve already gotten my first present: a nasty bout of insomnia.

This better not be a sign of things to come.