Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Zombiemom

Friends of ours from T's and K's daycare just had a baby boy, their second child.  After 63 grueling hours of labor, he entered the world at 7lbs7oz.  A beautiful bundle of joy that I won't be visiting anytime soon.

Its not that I don't want to see the adorable little newborn and the beaming happy parents.  But, I have two very good reasons for not visiting in the near future.

1: I'm sick with a cough.  Enough said.  No one should ever go visit a newborn if they are sick.

2: I don't want to burst their bubble.

Let me clarify #2 a little bit.

I'm exhausted.  I haven't slept for more than 4 hours in a night for a long, long time.  Too often, 4am is when I start my day.  Even if I can get K to have a good sleeping night, something else fills the void.  Door bells being rung at midnight, T coming into our room asking where her binky is, our dog barking at something outside or just being creepy (seriously, why does he stand between us at night and just stare??!!).

Sure our new parents-of-2 friends are also tired.  Their first is just about 3 years old, and after 3 days of labor, I know they are wiped out.  But that's a different kind of tired.  You have a whole lot of adrenaline going, you're excited about your growing family, you've been able to store up some reserves for the sleep drain that's coming.  Nearly 8 months after K's arrival, I am plain worn out.  I don't have anything left.  There's no adrenaline, no reserves.  I'm running on empty.  I can't remember where I park my car anymore, and I can barely make a full sentence.

So, even if I weren't sick, I still wouldn't be visiting our friends right away.  Just the sight of me might send them into tailspins regarding the adventure they are now on and fill them with questions and doubt.  They deserve to be able to go into this era blindly, blissfully, ignorantly happy with thoughts of "I know we can, I know we can" chanting in their heads.  They'll figure it out soon enough.  By that point, hopefully, we're in a different phase ourselves where the little people in our home are sleeping soundly through the night and I can look back and say, "Oh, yeah.  That was rough, but you'll get through it," with some element of confidence.

So, Congrats M, K, and big sister A!  I hope you didn't actually read this and lose all hope!  Get whatever rest you can!  I'll be bringing you dinner soon, even if I only leave it at the doorstep and run!


yep, that looks about right.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

All night long

Although I was a little young at the time, I consider myself a child of the 80's.  I can sing most of the musical repertoire from the era from memory, watched every family sitcom, and was quite the fashionista (insert mental image of paint splattered T shirt, tied at the waist, over spandex with my Punky Brewster sneakers.  One of my favorites was Lionel Richie.  Dancing on the Ceiling was a big hit for me and I loved watching the music video (remember those?), pretending I was up on my ceiling. I had no idea what half of those songs actually meant.

Another favorite LR song of mine will forever be changed.  As I sang along to it quite loudly in lab (I was solo this morning), I realized that it must be K's theme song.  I've never heard of a baby being quite so happy to be awake in the middle of the night.  Through her BAs, DAs, AHs, grunts, and squeals, I can actually hear her sing:

We're going to Party, Kalamu, Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing my song!

All night long (all night), All night, (all night)
All night long (all night), All night, (all night)
All night long (all night), All night, (all night)
All night long (all night)


Oh baby girl.  If I didn't miss you so much during the day, I might be a little more annoyed.  But I can't help it, you are so darn cute when you babble like that!  So, I will listen to you sing, (all night long), and smile and try to sleep.  So now, my favorite LR song is a favorite for another reason.  It will forever remind me of this short span of time when you were so happy just to be awake at 1:00am.


Monday, November 5, 2012

Monday Blues

I'm missing the girls something fierce today.

With B working this past weekend, we had a lot of mummy-daughters time.  A lot.  You'd think I'd need a break.  I just want to get back to them and hug them and kiss them.  I feel like Elmira from Tiny Toons!



Mondays are hard on us mums, but they seem to be hard on the kiddos too.  On Mondays, T is clingier than usual when we get to daycare.  Before that, she's a bear to get  ready, doesn't want to get dressed, won't give up her Mimi-Binky.  K is still a little oblivious, until its feeding time at daycare and then she wants mummy a little more than the rest of the week.

We had a great weekend though.  I am savoring every moment I get with my girls.  How can I not love it when I get to enjoy moments like these?



Monday, October 22, 2012

Hang on a sec...

So, the other day, I was sitting in a cafe and you'll never believe who walked in-

What T? You're hungry? Ok. Hang on.

Where was I? Right. So they sat down at the table right next to me and asked me-

Oh wait. K is up.

Ok, I'm back. So then we just started talking about-

Sigh. Yes T? You pooped? It was big? Great. Ok, let me clean you up.

Sorry. I'm bac- T! Get off the dog! He is not a pony!

Any wonder why I can't have have an adult conversation lately? Between wiping bums, nursing, putting the girls down for naps, and tubby time, I'm lucky if I can spell my name. But, I can sing 3 different versions of ABCs.

Can't complain though. I have two beautiful, healthy, well adjusted little girls. I'm a lucky mummy! I have the best life- CRASH!

Um, got to run...

Monday, October 8, 2012

The Copper Year

I am a very lucky woman.  I have a husband who loves me, understands me, protects me, and appreciates me.  I have been so incredibly blessed to spend the last 14 years of my life with him, 7 of those years married.  Together, we have achieved great things (two doctorate degrees), weathered through challenges (being away from family), suffered great sorrow (losing Andrew), and celebrated the greatest of joys (the births of our beautiful daughters).  I can't imagine anyone else being so incredibly suited for me, who complements me perfectly, and loves me so much.

Happy Anniversary to the love of my life, the person that I would choose every day to be my partner, the one I hope to spend many, many more years with!

Love you Bryan!

Our mini vacation in Vegas this weekend


Proof that we can still let loose
and rock out to Journey!

My beautiful family

An amazing Daddy


My husband, best friend, partner in crime, and fellow doctor!