Oh, The Joys of Motherhood

Published by admin under In The Begining on September 25, 2009

Motherhood has it’s ups and downs and in-betweens. It’s moments like the ones I shared with my children this morning that I’d classify as an “in-between”. You know, where you’re laughing so hard BUT know that it’s wrong/disgusting; you are completely miffed yet grasping at the humor of the situation.
Let me give you a little background before I explain what happened and my inbox gets flooded with comments of how I’m a horrible mother i.e. horrible person. We have chosen to sleep-share with Naomi. We did with Vera, and she ended up sleeping all by herself 6 out of 7 nights a week through the night by the age of 18 months. We figure once they can get outta the bed by themselves we’ll kick ‘em out haha. Naomi is in the stages of learning to do this and has done it a couple of times, but not consistently. She knows however not to “fall” off the bed, and therefore sits at the edge and crys for us to come get her. She doesn’t even really cry anymore she kinda just screams at us haha. We’ve tried to get her to sleep by herself in the playpen during nap-time when we’re not there, but she just doesn’t have it. It’s like an internal alarm goes off that she’s not in the bed (even when she’s deep asleep).
This morning I got outta bed at 7:30 when Matthew left for work, made myself my usual bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios, and sat down checking all my accounts waiting for Vera and Naomi to wake up. Vera woke up around 8 just as I’d finished my bowl, but Naomi continued to sleep. After a quick check on the baby she was still sleeping soundly on the bed so after Vera’s morning routine we sat down and played with her Fisher Price Little People Fairy Treehouse that Grandpa Tom got her last time he was here (she hardly plays with anything else right now….it’s got that shinny new toy thing going for it). We were having a good time as she was kicking my “people” away from the fairy swing when we hear this blood curdling screaming. I think my heart skipped a beat worrying that she fell off the bed (we sleep on a platform that’s practically on the ground so she wouldn’t be seriously hurt) because there is always that possibility. Once we got to the bedroom I sighed a sigh of relief when I saw her sitting in her corner that she usually sits at to wait for us, but that sigh soon turned into a gasp of horror when I noticed my child was covered in shit (the real kind!). Told you…one of those moments. Whenever poops is involved in something you involuntarily laugh. She was covered head to toe in poo, and the bed was fine all except a big spot that seemed like the poo had blown out of her diaper. It was strange looking haha. So holding her away from me I rush her to the bathroom all the while she’s screaming bloody murder. I think she must have been having a good ol time finger painting on her clothes with it, but once she got it in her mouth that was it. It was on. Do I blame her, no that’s fucking disgusting dude. Vera was in the background announcing the obvious.
“Mom, Naomi’s poo-poo?”
“Yes, Vera,she’s covered in shit,” I was beyond all politeness at this moment.
“EWWW in her mouth?,” as Vera is gasping in horror she’s mimicking me wiping Naomi’s tongue/mouth out with the washcloth…..HILARIOUS.
Once Naomi was in the tub, and cleaned up everything was ok. She calmed down and even enjoyed herself playing in the tub. After she was dried off,diapered, and sitting eating cheerios it dawned on me that eating one’s own feces can’t be good for you so I had another panic attack as I sat down to the computer to Google search “my child ate her own poop”. Something I never imagined I would have to search for. Thankfully it’s not too serious; just watch to make sure she doesn’t develop an infection from the bacteria…..great. She seems to be doing fine now. Does this kinda stuff happen to other people? I just wonder sometimes because in the moment you feel all alone and a tad bit hysterical.

If I were a romance novel I’d be…

Published by admin under In The Begining on September 24, 2009

I love this question:

If you were in a romance novel, what would be your name/story?

I have not read very many romance novels. I tend to stick to my science fiction or fantasy. In fact I’ve only ever read one romance novel my entire life(Twilight definitely doesn’t count). I had the privilege of reading “Deceive Not My Heart” after having a very similar discussion with my mother-in-law a couple of years back. Bianca couldn’t believe that I had never read a romance novel. She gushed about how as a teenager she had read every romance novel she could get her hands on during her summer vacations, and how if I was going to read one I was going to read THAT ONE. She ran back into her enclave only emerging until she had the said dusty copy of the book, and was like “There’s no hurry. Just return it to me when you’re done.”(emphasizing the return part….I understand why now) Even though I didn’t want to, dude, I returned that book in less than a week. I could not put it down. Being as this is the only novel I’ve read to base my answer off of I’d have to say that my story would be set in a historical period equally filled with suspense like this one was with lots and lots of ahem sex! My name would be something from the 1900′s; Kittie. Something that lends itself well to the romance genre. I think I’ve been reading too many Bond Novels. So ask yourself, what would your name and story be?

Interesting tidbit that is completely unrelated. Both of my daughter’s names were extremely popular in the 1900′s. It was such an eloquent and romantic time period.