birthing

I just finished reading a friends blog about her home birth experience last week.  It was amazing.  She finishes with saying, in what I imagine is a victorious voice, "He came out!  I got him out.  It was amazing".  I was reading it thinking how awesome it must have been and how I will never get to do this.  Not that I am brave enough for a home birth, but I would be happy with any kind of birth that does not have the word surgery associated with it.  I then began to think about how I felt some victory tonight that ended with me thinking "I got it out, that was amazing".  It has nothing to do with birthing a baby, but it did make me feel better and laugh through my sadness of never giving "birth".  

Today when we were outside Eli held a stick under his nose.  "Look Mama, I am Pepaw" he said as he put it up to his nose like a mustache.  He was on the trampoline when he said this, the trampoline I had just cleaned off.  He never moved off the trampoline, but the stick was gone, no sight of it.  Eli then says "I smell something, a stick".  "Eli, did you put that stick up your nose?"  "No Mommy, it is out."   "But Eli did you put it up your nose?"  Eli gives me the blank toddler stare.  Many variation of this question came from Mommy and no straight answer ever came from Eli. 

Enter Mike

"Mike, I think Eli put a stick up his nose"  "Is that why you have the flash light out"  "Yes, but I don't see it, either it is not up there or he has pushed it up so far I can't see it".  Mike asks Eli the same questions about putting the stick up his nose and also gets no where.  

We eat dinner.

After dinner we notice Eli's nose is running and he keeps playing with it.  Again we ask him if he put it up his nose, this time he actually tells us he did not... really???

I get online to see what the harm is of having a stick up your nose, stuck up your nose that is.  Stuck to the point your parents have no idea if you have a stick up your nose.   I think about calling my girlfriend whose husband is a ENT doctor (ear-nose-and throat) thinking he has certainly dealt with this, maybe I can take Eli to Angie's.  BUT, before I call I read instructions online to do the following...
1.  Cover the unaffected nostril
2.  Put your mouth over you child’s like you are giving CPR
3.  BLOW

The air is supposed to come out the affected nostril pushing the object out.  I tell Mike and we both laugh but he thinks we should try it and tells Eli was are going to do something real funny... yeah funny for who?  I guess "funny" for me because Mike nominates Mommy because I know CPR... like I have ever given mouth to mouth (we DO NOT do that in a hospital setting).  

I lay Eli down, cover the nostril and blow in his mouth... snot hits my face from the "effected nostril"... I should not have blown that hard - or maybe I should have.  We all laugh at how ridiculous this is considering Eli is saying there was not stick!

BUT THEN... the stick comes out of his nose!

And I thought "I got it out, that was amazing" 

Closing thoughts from Mike "it's in the kitchen, I saved it in case we want to put it in his baby book"

(Erin's story is in her blog link to the right "Erin Dunlevy")

new day and happy pictures

Today is a new day. I got 4.5 hours of consecutive sleep and I feel like a new women (for today). Eli had eggs for breakfast. We make animal sugar cookies together and while they were baking he learned to write the number one - which he was so excited about he called and left Mike a message. I have meat defrosting to make Mike his favorite meal - taco "salad". My mother-in-law is coming over tomorrow so I can go to the BMV and do with my car what I should have done 50 days ago, I might even dust while she is here. The baby pooped 3 times today after a week of horrid constipation. I showered myself, gave the baby a bath, and gave Eli a haircut - the cookies were his reward for sitting through it.

It is almost 5pm and I am cleaning the kitchen while Eli plays with the dog in the backyard and Isaac watches me.

It is now 7:50 and Mike had to leave for a meeting, but Isaac is already asleep and Eli is almost ready for bed. Dinner is cleaned up - yes, I fed them dinner tonight.

Today was a better day, it normally is after a big breakdown. God says he will not give us more then we can handle, and I am confident he knew that yesterday I was just about there.

Now to make it even better here are some pictures from the last few weeks.

*NOTE* - Eli has his underwear on inside out and still is not dressed (he was dressed at one point but he rarely comes out of the bathroom with them still on) - I said it was a new day not a perfect one.

 

I am at the breaking point...

To everyone I have not called back, or still have your dishes from feeding us dinner 4 months ago, or have made plans with and forgot 2-3 times in a row, or has seen me in the same clothes 3 days in a row, or has possibly smelled me during church thinking to yourself "does she shower anymore"... here is why:

Isaac still gets up several times a night and I am not sure I have got more then 3 consecutive hours of sleep more then a few times in the last 5 1/2 months. I have seen no reason to get stressed about it or what I can or can't get done as this is just how it is. However, today is the breaking point!
Today:
-It is 5pm and Eli is wearing the PJ's and underwear he has had on backwards all day.
-It is 5pm and Eli is eating his second breakfast bar and 4th package of fruit snacks and I am too tired to care that he has not had a real meal all day.
-It is 5pm and most of my clothes are dirty and the only thing I have washed today is the towel that I used to dis-impact Isaac last night - yep, you read that right.
-It is 5pm and I have no dinner ready for my family and have not touched the kitchen today, leaving it in the same mess it was in this morning and last night - maybe worse. The good thing is that Eli has only ate breakfast bars and fruit snacks today and they don't require dishes.


My house is covered in dust and I have been walking by the same items for weeks thinking I should carry that 4 feet and put it where it goes, but I don't.

-It is now 5:15 and Eli asked to eat a piece of candy from Christmas and I might let him.

There you have it... and no pictures to go with it.

PS... If you wonder where my husband has been in all this, he is working his tail off with work.

"Mama, I want to dress up like the tin-man"