Everywhere seems to be the same thing:
I can't wait for 2009 to be over. 2009 was such a bad year, 2010 has to be better!
I don't agree. Ultimately the change of the year is just another day, an abertrary date. For some the change of the year has already occurred, and for others, it is still coming around.
Regardless, in this world, it does mean something. For me, 2009 has had some amazing ups, mostly involving the baby. It has also had some amazing downs, my grandmother dying, and the deterioration of my relationship.
The fact of the matter is that 2010 will continue this trend. While I hope to repair the relationship with my husband, I don't know if that will be possible, or even the best thing. The past few weeks has shown that he is selfish and self-centered. He reminds me a lot of his father, and I don't know any good way of telling him that. We are going to go to counseling.
But he isn't the only one. I have my flaws too.
2010 will mark some important milestones. Regardless of what happens with James and I, I will live on my own for the first time ever. For the first time I will be completely responsible. This scares me and excites me. The baby will start to walk. He is working on standing by himself right now and is getting closer to it every day.
Was 2009 a bad year? Yes. It wasn't the greatest, but you know, it wasn't the worse. I look forward to 2010, but ultimately tomorrow is just another Friday.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Birthday!
Today David-Michael, the littlest DM turns one.
A year ago I was in the hospital, with an epidural because I was in so much pain from the back labor.
A year ago, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy.
A year ago, I was worried he wasn't going to make it, as he was wisked away from me right after he was born, breathing poorly.
A year ago, my life changed forever, and I don't regret a moment of it.
Happy Birthday David-Michael!
A year ago I was in the hospital, with an epidural because I was in so much pain from the back labor.
A year ago, I gave birth to a beautiful little boy.
A year ago, I was worried he wasn't going to make it, as he was wisked away from me right after he was born, breathing poorly.
A year ago, my life changed forever, and I don't regret a moment of it.
Happy Birthday David-Michael!
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Almost There
In 11 days, DM will be 1 year old.
Things with James are still at a low point. He acts as though I'm the only person who doesn't do anything. That everything is my fault. He finally took responsibility for failing a class.
I still haven't reconciled how I feel about what Brit did to my relationship with him, to how he feels about her and how I feel about Brit. I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully reconcile the differences.
The baby is growing. I wont' have an unofficial weight until tomorrow, and I won't have an official one until sometime in Jan. He still hasn't taken any steps that haven't been hanging on to something (or someone). He has stood for a few seconds here and there. He is back on nebulizer for wheezing. I don't know what I'm going to do with this kid somedays.
That's all for tonight. I'll try to update more often.
Things with James are still at a low point. He acts as though I'm the only person who doesn't do anything. That everything is my fault. He finally took responsibility for failing a class.
I still haven't reconciled how I feel about what Brit did to my relationship with him, to how he feels about her and how I feel about Brit. I don't know if I'll ever be able to fully reconcile the differences.
The baby is growing. I wont' have an unofficial weight until tomorrow, and I won't have an official one until sometime in Jan. He still hasn't taken any steps that haven't been hanging on to something (or someone). He has stood for a few seconds here and there. He is back on nebulizer for wheezing. I don't know what I'm going to do with this kid somedays.
That's all for tonight. I'll try to update more often.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Here it goes again....
The baby has pneumonia again.
We are on a nebulizor for the first time. DM hates it. It was a giant fight this afternoon that ended with me pinning DM's arms down.
We are also on Cleritan for the rest of the winter to try and stop this before it happens.
*Sighs*
We are on a nebulizor for the first time. DM hates it. It was a giant fight this afternoon that ended with me pinning DM's arms down.
We are also on Cleritan for the rest of the winter to try and stop this before it happens.
*Sighs*
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Daycare
I sometimes still feel guilty for putting him in Daycare, even while acknowledging that it is for the best.
It was worse before. The baby would cry when we got near Reeba's house. He would cry (generally) when we handed him over. When we picked him up, he'd be crying. He'd spend the next day or so (plus the rest of that day) being SUPER needed and clingy. Little things got to him and some of his enthusiasm waned. It made it all hard.
Then she let him go. Just like that. Because he was crying too much. Then she started to demanded money. We had to pay what we owed ASAP (which was understandable) but she called me THREE times in one day to ask where her money was...despite the fact that I had explained after the first call that James was in class ALL day and would drop it off when he was done...somewhere around four or five o'clock.
We scrambled to find a replacement. Reeba had a lot of advantages. It was close to the apartment (about 5 blocks), it was on a bus route, and she watched kids whenever. That is why we hadn't taken him out of daycare...yet (though we were going to give him another week before deciding what the next move was).
I called three places, two were on bus routes and close to my house (one was two blocks closer then Reeba's had been). The last one was near work and between two bus stops but not actually on a bus route.
Only the latter got back to me. Her name is Sarah. Do to a SNAFU, only James went to check her out. But we were more prepared this time. In the end, James approved.
Since then we've noticed a major change in David-Michael when he goes to day care. He is smiling and happy walking up to the door. He is happy when we pick him up (though there have been occasions when he fussed, it was much more the 'I see you mommy, pick me up NOW' fuss then the 'Get me out of here!' fuss). She feeds him and talks to him and holds him and lets him play. She has three kids, the youngest of which is 19 months old. He is her only daycare kid at the moment, unlike at Reeba's where she was probably violating the terms of her license regarding the amount of kids.
It isn't all perfect. It adds forty minutes of walking to any trip I have. It is in between two stops, so it requires walking two blocks either way. I got lost my first time going to pick him up. The weather is turning, so the extra forty minutes are going to start adding up. She also doesn't watch kids on weekends, which mean we are going to have to plan for that.
But that's it. So we like her and plan on keeping her.
It was worse before. The baby would cry when we got near Reeba's house. He would cry (generally) when we handed him over. When we picked him up, he'd be crying. He'd spend the next day or so (plus the rest of that day) being SUPER needed and clingy. Little things got to him and some of his enthusiasm waned. It made it all hard.
Then she let him go. Just like that. Because he was crying too much. Then she started to demanded money. We had to pay what we owed ASAP (which was understandable) but she called me THREE times in one day to ask where her money was...despite the fact that I had explained after the first call that James was in class ALL day and would drop it off when he was done...somewhere around four or five o'clock.
We scrambled to find a replacement. Reeba had a lot of advantages. It was close to the apartment (about 5 blocks), it was on a bus route, and she watched kids whenever. That is why we hadn't taken him out of daycare...yet (though we were going to give him another week before deciding what the next move was).
I called three places, two were on bus routes and close to my house (one was two blocks closer then Reeba's had been). The last one was near work and between two bus stops but not actually on a bus route.
Only the latter got back to me. Her name is Sarah. Do to a SNAFU, only James went to check her out. But we were more prepared this time. In the end, James approved.
Since then we've noticed a major change in David-Michael when he goes to day care. He is smiling and happy walking up to the door. He is happy when we pick him up (though there have been occasions when he fussed, it was much more the 'I see you mommy, pick me up NOW' fuss then the 'Get me out of here!' fuss). She feeds him and talks to him and holds him and lets him play. She has three kids, the youngest of which is 19 months old. He is her only daycare kid at the moment, unlike at Reeba's where she was probably violating the terms of her license regarding the amount of kids.
It isn't all perfect. It adds forty minutes of walking to any trip I have. It is in between two stops, so it requires walking two blocks either way. I got lost my first time going to pick him up. The weather is turning, so the extra forty minutes are going to start adding up. She also doesn't watch kids on weekends, which mean we are going to have to plan for that.
But that's it. So we like her and plan on keeping her.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Random Thoughts
First off, updates:
We did go to the zoo in DC. That was all we were able to see, but the baby was fabulous the entire time.
The baby also has four teeth.
I'm still at my terrible job. They want to change how long I'm able to pump...*AGAIN*. James is talking seriously about divorce, but I'm getting some therapy so I hope that we can start going to counseling again and working on US.
Next is just a work rant.
There is this issue that bothers me at work. It bothered me a bit before I went on leave and now just totally bothers me.
My store is like High School. There are a bunch of Cliques. One of the Cliques are the 'cool kids' aka the Drinkers.
This clique includes the Night Manager. He parties with people who work for him. He parties with UNDERAGE KIDS DRINKING.
I'm also starting to feel increasingly isolated at work. Maybe that's why they put me on UScan. So I'd be isolated. There isnt' anyone to chat with over there, and it is rare when I can get over to everyone else. The isolation is bothering me a lot. But I guess I feel isolated everywhere lately.
We did go to the zoo in DC. That was all we were able to see, but the baby was fabulous the entire time.
The baby also has four teeth.
I'm still at my terrible job. They want to change how long I'm able to pump...*AGAIN*. James is talking seriously about divorce, but I'm getting some therapy so I hope that we can start going to counseling again and working on US.
Next is just a work rant.
There is this issue that bothers me at work. It bothered me a bit before I went on leave and now just totally bothers me.
My store is like High School. There are a bunch of Cliques. One of the Cliques are the 'cool kids' aka the Drinkers.
This clique includes the Night Manager. He parties with people who work for him. He parties with UNDERAGE KIDS DRINKING.
I'm also starting to feel increasingly isolated at work. Maybe that's why they put me on UScan. So I'd be isolated. There isnt' anyone to chat with over there, and it is rare when I can get over to everyone else. The isolation is bothering me a lot. But I guess I feel isolated everywhere lately.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Flying!
We play Airplane with DM regularly. In fact Aunty is playing it with him as I type this. He enjoys the game.
Yesterday, he got to go on a real Airplane ride.
He was VERY VERY good. He was a lapbaby, and there was no room for Grandma's carseat (our carseat would have been a pain in the ass to transport). So he sat in my lap.
He enjoy it. No sleep for baby, but a lot of looking out the window and minimal fussing (just at the end when I was trying to get him to suck on something to help with the pressure change and he wasn't having it).
OTOH, we ate somthing that upest stomachs. We had two rounds of very loose poop (diarriah?) in the airport and then on the plane...before the seatbelt sign went off. >_< Two pairs of pants later and he finally stopped.
The way back is more problematic. We have a quick layover though thankfully no plane change. So twice up, and twice down. Hopefully it won't be a huge problem.
The airline did damage the carseat. Nothing serious was hurt, just the belt positioner for when it is a booster seat, but damage is damage. Mom was annoyed.
But now we are in DC and will probably hit up the Zoo today!
Yesterday, he got to go on a real Airplane ride.
He was VERY VERY good. He was a lapbaby, and there was no room for Grandma's carseat (our carseat would have been a pain in the ass to transport). So he sat in my lap.
He enjoy it. No sleep for baby, but a lot of looking out the window and minimal fussing (just at the end when I was trying to get him to suck on something to help with the pressure change and he wasn't having it).
OTOH, we ate somthing that upest stomachs. We had two rounds of very loose poop (diarriah?) in the airport and then on the plane...before the seatbelt sign went off. >_< Two pairs of pants later and he finally stopped.
The way back is more problematic. We have a quick layover though thankfully no plane change. So twice up, and twice down. Hopefully it won't be a huge problem.
The airline did damage the carseat. Nothing serious was hurt, just the belt positioner for when it is a booster seat, but damage is damage. Mom was annoyed.
But now we are in DC and will probably hit up the Zoo today!
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