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Time Out

I started this blog on a whim. I’ve always wanted to start a blog but I was too obsessed with how it looked that I never wrote anything. I was told to not be perfect and just write. So that is what I am doing. I don’t know if anyone is going to read this, but I do know someone will relate because I’ll mostly write about motherhood. Every mom out there can relate to every motherhood struggle. Its real!

My 1 and a half year old just whacked me with a balloon over and over, tried to put a blanket over my head and unexpectedly threw a Little Peoples toy at my temple. “Is my kid trying to kill me”, crossed my mind once. And No, I don’t let him get away with throwing and hitting me like that. He got a 1.5 minute timeout. Surprisingly, he takes timeouts very well. He stays in his time out stop and doesn’t try to get up once until I come over, squat down to eye level and tell him why hes in time out and what hes going to do differently. He gives me a hug and kiss afterwards and I’ll wipe away his tears. Then he’ll carry on as if nothing happened.

I don’t expect him to stop throwing and hitting after time out? He’s a toddler. Matter of fact, I bet he’ll throw a toy at me as soon as I’m done typing this blog post. Oh look, he dumped all of his toys out of his bin and tried to place the bin in my lap. I’m shocked he didn’t try to throw it at my head. He’ll be back to do it again.

My living room is a disaster with toys all over the floor since the toy bin is in the hands of my toddler. Now, hes putting all the toys back in the bin. Good boy! Oh, wait! He’s dumping them out again. I guess its a little game of his.

I’d like to take him to the park today so I can get him out of the house, but its suppose to be 95 degrees today. 88 degrees is my outside limit unless we need to run errands. I like running errands. It gets us out of the house. My kids do great in the car and my youngest likes the attention he gets from strangers. Every time we go somewhere, there is always someone pointing out how cute he is.

He just threw a block at the fire place that has a screen in front of it. It made a unfamiliar noise and scared him. I don’t think he’ll do that again.

He doesn’t like noise. Strange loud noises freak him out. There’s this big space ship toy car thing up in the play room. Its Jaydens toy but roman will play with it. He use to push it around like a walker when he was learning how to walk. When it’s turned on, it makes a terrible loud noise. It’s the loudest toy in the house, thus is why its rarely turned on. Anyway, I turned it on yesterday and he goes to push a button and it made this loud explosion noise. He jumped 5 feet back and out of his skin, he was so scared. He cried, jumped in my arms and down the stairs we went to get as far away from that thing as possible.

I just yelled at him for throwing wooden blocks in the kitchen. He looks at me with his fingers in his mouth, big bright eyes and gives me a little smile. I know he understands what I’m saying. He can find the Little Peoples girl and put her in the school bus when I ask, but when I ask him to stop throwing, he hears a different language. Like, when I tell him to stop hitting, that hurts. He hears, keeping doing it, that tickles.

That’s all for now. Boy is trying to ride his bike on the couch.

The Boys

Happy Birthday

This Saturday we’re celebrating my oldest sons birthday. He’s at the beach with his dad for the week. I miss him! Its only been 2 days, but I still miss him. 8 years ago, I gave birth to him and I’m not with him on this day. Missing him is understandable.

Funny thing, I was talking to his dad the other day when he picked him up to go fishing with his cub scouts. I asked if he got the address to the pavilion and he said he did but wondered if it was walking distance from the entrance. I didn’t know because I’ve never been to the place. He said, “Yes you have! We went there when Jayden was 1 years old. They had a kid event with a live band and he had his first hamburger.” I was so confused. I don’t know how he could remember all of that with detail but I couldn’t remember a single thing. For a moment, I thought he had me confused with someone else. How could I not remember anything about that day but I can remember every single detail of the day I gave birth 8 years ago.

July 8, 2009… It was a hot day and I was huge. Nothing fit anymore. The bottom part of my belly was always exposed. I was feeling a tremendous amount of pressure that day, so I took it easy, ate dinner and watched some TV. I was keeping track every time I felt tightness and it was sporadic. I thought maybe these where Braxton Hicks and not contractions. Since I wasn’t sure, I called my mom. She and my family were on vacation. They were coming back home the next morning. She told me to take it easy and to keep timing. If they get more consistent then to call the doctor. I went to bed and slept terrible from the amount of pressure I was feeling. It was early when I got up and realized the tightness and pressure became more consistent. I timed 8 seconds long, 4 minutes apart. These were contractions. We put our bags in the car and were off to the hospital.

Everything went by so fast. I was checked in, admitted and examined in a flash. Before I knew it, I was given the epidural and quickly became 7 centimeters dilated. My family were on their way back, but there was traffic. I was ok with that because I didn’t want them in the room anyway while I was pushing and didn’t know how to tell them that without hurting anyone’s feelings.

It was time to get things started. I pushed a few times and I definitely remember taking a shit on the table. My doctor didn’t tell me, I could smell it. I was so embarrassed and instantly regretted eating whatever I had for dinner the night before, but the show must go on. At 3:35pm, Jayden was born and placed on top of my belly. His entire body was a slight purple and he felt warm and wet. He was crying loudly but it was so soft to hear. I said hi and kissed his head while his dad cut the cord. The nurse took him to suction the fluid from his mouth and nose, then wrapped him in a blanket and gave him back to me. I held him and studied his perfect face. I loved him instantly.

It was time to feed him shortly after delivery. I chose to bottle feed. I wasn’t educated about the benefits of breast milk at the time. I was 20 years old and no one told me it was best for my baby. I didn’t even consider it. I do wish I would have at least tried.

8 years later, so much has changed of course. Jayden is going into 3rd grade. He’s an awesome big brother and has 2 dads in his life. I know he is having a blast at the beach right now. He loves the pool, going in the ocean and playing put put golf. When he comes back home at the end of the week, we will celebrate and have the best birthday party an 8 year old could ever ask for.