March Miracles

We had the lowest of all low key weekends last weekend.  Which, after the week we had last week, was fully deserved.

We have lounged, watched movies (which, somehow I had never seen Fried Green Tomatoes until Saturday. If you are in that club you should remedy it and see it. It’s a delight), and lounged some more.  G was just wanting lots of cuddles and love and we were happy to oblige. I don’t even think I’ve brushed my hair all weekend.  It’s all been very glamorous.

However, in between all the lounging – 2 exciting things did happen.

  1. I am somehow in 3rd place in my office March Madness pool.  And for a hot minute I was winning.  This has brought me endless delight because, first of all, I am actually interested in the happenings of these games. This is a true miracle.  I filled out my bracket on a complete lark with about 3 minutes until the deadline.  No one is more surprised to see my name at the top of that list than I am.  And like my brother said, now everyone in the office knows my name. Good thing I didn’t wear pants on my head for office picture day.
  2. I am completely caught up on laundry. Let’s savor this for a hot minute. Everything is washed, and put away.  I even folded G’s clothes into complete outfits to make dressing her in the morning dad-proof.

It’s a sad stage of life when you find yourself bragging about laundry.  But being caught up on it is one of those achievements which you have to celebrate in the moment, because come tomorrow…I will be behind again.

Tonight also found John and I in the ultimate fuddy-duddy parent mode.  First of all, we watched America’s Funniest Home Videos as a family and laughed entirely too hard at others’ expense.  With all respect to Tom Bergeron, I must say I miss the days of Bob Saget hosting AFV.

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And God bless it. If that’s what people were recording these home movies on then it also is a miracle this show ever got a start.

And in further “we have become our parents” news: I ‘double named’ G last night.  She WOULD NOT sit down in the bathtub.  Like, I couldn’t even physically make her.  I would go to sit her down and she went all stiff as a board on me.  After the 3rd or 4th “double name, sit on your fanny right now” J came in and said “G! Be nice to mommy. Listen to her and please sit down.”

And she sat.

So it begins. .

 

 

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I Would Like to Retract My Post From Tuesday

Ya’ll.  It has been A WEEK.

We had a super fun Saturday that involved baby birthdays and babies and food trucks.  I had every intent of making a post recapping all the fun and general merriment that was had.  Chicken & waffles were involved. G wore a smocked dress. It was a good day.

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Fact: it is one million percent impossible of getting a pic of two one-year-olds together.

 

And then Sunday happened.  More specifically, pink eye happened.  Also, pants on the head happened because fussy baby was fussy and this is what made her happy.

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You do you, sister.

J stayed home from work with G as a result on Monday. Then Tuesday we thought she was on the mend and sent her to school. Which was great, until I posted this and completely jinxed us.

Because you will never guess who has an ear infection.  That’d be my kid. Apparently if a tube becomes blocked then it is essentially rendered useless and that is just what has happened to her.

The perk of going to the doctor was this conversation with her doctor:

“She has beautiful lips! She is just so pretty”

“Thank you! That top lip is a little puffier than usual because she had a collision with the dog.”

“Collision, collagen, tomato tomahto”

He’s a regular comedian, folks.

Which is more than I can say for myself right now.  I fear this post is mostly rambles and has no real meaning.  Consider this a Seinfeld post.  It’s the post about nothing.

In an effort to make this post about something – Thursday is picture day at my office. We are being forced against our will taking new pics for the company directory & web site.  This is bringing back all the same anxiety I used to have for school picture day.  What do I wear? Does this mean I have to style my hair in a fashion that does not involve a ponytail? DESPAIR.

I should probably just throw a pair of pants on my head and call it a day.

 (Also Thursday is the last day to enter this giveaway for a pretty pretty bow! Not many entrants so far – so I like your odds. Enter today!)

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Tubes are Awesome. Forever and ever amen.

Have you entered my giveaway for a lovely bow for the little lady in your life? Hop over there first  – you need one of these bows!

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Tubes. In my pre-momma days I remember hearing a lot about these things. Never fully understood it. And if I’m honest? A little bit of me wondered why parents couldn’t just keep their kids healthy enough to avoid tubes.

There was a lot of logic in those thoughts, clearly.

We are just over 2 months out from getting tubes. And I am here to tell you that they are THE BEST THINGS SINCE SLICED BREAD.

Because oh my lands. From about August through December we were in the pediatricians office once or twice a month with an ear infection. Life went something like this:

  • G get’s a stuffy nose. I take note and cross my fingers.
  • G wakes up in the middle of the night screaming.
  • G runs a fever.
  • We take G to the doctor. They give her antibiotics. She is better in a day.
  • Rinse and repeat times one million

So when her Pediatrician finally said, “I’m going to refer you to an ENT” I broke down crying.

Let’s just pretend that’s the normal reaction.

I was just so relieved that we were finally moving toward doing something that would make my baby better. There is nothing – no. thing. – worse than a sick kiddo.

We went in for our first consult with the ENT a few days after Christmas.  We met with the audiologist first and she failed the hearing test with flying colors.

That made our decision easy. Tube-city, here we come.

I knew I wanted to try to do the surgery on a Friday, so that I could just take that day off of work with her and then give her the weekend to recuperate.  So when the scheduler called me I asked for the earliest Friday that they could fit us in.

She responded with G’s birthday.

Well, shoot. I hadn’t considered that.  I wrestled that in my mind for a few minutes before agreeing to it.  On the one hand: she would have no idea it’s her first birthday.  On the other hand: Is that really how anyone should spend any birthday? With surgery?

Be gone, momma guilt, I thought to myself. This is what we are doing because it is what is best.

As it turns out, this surgery is a breeze.  I’m not sure how you measure time, but she was in surgery for exactly as long as it took me to go to the vending machine and stress-eat a Snickers bar.

At 7 am. Breakfast of champions, baby. Don’t judge me.

When we went back to see her in the recovery room she was being held by a sweet nurse – and she was HANGRY.  I nursed her in that room and she dozed off, letting me hold her like I did when she was a newborn.

Then when it came time to leave a nurse came around the corner pushing a wheelchair.  I just had to laugh.  A year before, I had left a hospital in a wheelchair holding her, and we were about to do it again.  What a way to spend her birthday – with a heavy dose of deja vu.

G was back to her usual antics by the next day – and was in full on party mode for her birthday party that Sunday.  The recovery was remarkably fast & easy.

The improvements we have seen in her are many and were immediate.  Her balance improved and that has helped her walking.  Her speech has improved drastically.  She passed her hearing tests with flying colors…which means I know she’s just ignoring me when I ask her to please not do something. 

And, most importantly? Not a single ear infection since.

Hallelujah amen.

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