Friday, July 27, 2012
New Chapter: Announcement
In January, I started back to college to pursue my dream of becoming a nurse. In the past six and a half months I’ve crammed more information into my brain than I ever thought possible and look forward to continuing the trend for the next few years. I found that I really enjoyed being in the classroom again! And with my new found internal motivation, it was easier than I anticipated stepping back into the role of student and a “want” of knowledge burst forth that I didn’t realize I had.
Along the way I’ve had a plethora of "events": 2 full semesters- 1 regular spring, 1 accelerated summer; 1 broken nose courtesy of a snuggly 9 month old which brought about a 10 day unplanned vacation as I underwent surgery & recovery; a double birthday party to plan & throw for the kids; saying “good –bye” to a chunk of money to have air conditioning installed (which we did just in time for several weeks of 100 degree weather) in addition to filling the roles of employee, student, mother and wife. It hasn’t always been easy, but we’ve survived- we always do.
As time marched ever so speedily toward July we quickly realized that our lives were becoming out of balance, and fast! In addition to me now being in college along with working full time, Liam would be starting school AND Brian wants to take some classes through the community college to earn a web-design certificate which will nicely round out his Bachelors in software engineering. How would we continue to give the kids the individualized time and attention they need and deserve? How would we make sure everyone was where they needed to be at the appropriate time? Could we afford the extra expenses involved with our long commute coupled with driving multiple cars daily? I know these sound like fairly stupid questions, but when you consider that we put over 100 miles on our car in a single day between dropping off & picking up the kids from the sitters on top of getting ourselves to the office & back- we spend between 1.5 hrs and 3.5 hrs in the car each day! (Variations depend on whether Brian works on the weekend [which means he has a day off during the week so the kids stay home with him so I can drive directly to & from w/o having to go into town- Forshee-lead-foot can get me 45 minutes each way] & who’s driving each day [again, Forshee-lead-foot says it all, while other people who shall not be named specifically, have a bit more…” reserved” driving habits than I do- which added to driving into town & back out again to drop the kids off equals about 1-1.5 hrs each way].) Now you talk doubling these times (driving 2 separate cars), tripling gasoline expenses (the van uses 2x the gas as the car), and spending more & more time running around rather than with each other- this was fast becoming a problem.
We deliberated, discussed, agonized over and stressed about what we would do. Do I give up my dream and a future that would be far more beneficial for us as a family in favor of a short-term solution? Does Brian? Do we strain our family bonds in order to try to feel more “financially comfortable” as we complete our fields of study? We spent months exploring options, crunching numbers and praying for guidance. And after many months of worry, stress and self-doubt, we’ve made a decision…
Today I issued my 2 week notice of resignation to SBT.
Yes, our income will be cut almost in half. Yes, we’ll have to cut back on luxuries that we’ve taken for granted until now. Yes, paying back student loans will suck. Yes, it will be hard and, at times, stressful and will take a lot of careful planning and coordinating, communication and understanding to make sure we’re on top of things. But the long-term payoffs far outweigh these short-term setbacks. I’ll be able to continue to pursue my dream of becoming a nurse. I’ll be able to get Liam to & from school without inconveniencing other people to get it done. I’ll have more time to study and more time with Morgan. Brian will be able to continue working AND take a couple of night classes to work toward his goal certificate. And while there may be some minor setbacks along the way, as a family we will be far better off in the long run once both Brian & myself have completed schooling and are in our chosen careers.
We want to thank all of our family and friends who have been so supportive through this whole process. You’ve given us “food for thought”, encouragement, support and prayers- and we are grateful!
Thursday, May 10, 2012
College lesson learned...
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
WDIDTS: ADS Part... ?
Ok- I don't even know where I'm at anymore with the parts of this diaper story, but I'm okay with that. Recently I had to complete a persuasive/argument paper for my English 101 class. My topic of choice? If you really had to ask that, you don't know me very well.
I've had a lot of people asking about cloth diapering as of late & since this paper had a lot more research and information contained all in one place than trying to compile all of my previous blogs, I've decided to post it here for all you interested Mamas and Papas... It's a little long (it was a research paper after all) but well worth the read... Forgive me if there are any formatting errors that occur during "translation". Enjoy!
Age
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# of changes / day
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# disposable diapers needed per age range
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Disposable by age cost (# diapers x $0.37)
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Cost of KaWaii Baby (bamboo) ($11.20 x 24)
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Newborn–3 mo
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12-24
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1080
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$399.60
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$268.80
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3-9 mo
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10
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1800
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$666.00
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No additional purchase needed
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9 mo-1 year
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10
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900
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$333.00
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No additional purchase needed
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12-18 mo
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8
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1440
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$532.80
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No additional purchase needed
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18-24 mo
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8
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1440
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$532.80
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No additional purchase needed
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24-36 mo
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6-8
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2520
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$932.40
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No additional purchase needed
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Sunday, April 15, 2012
For Morgan on your 1st birthday...
In all honesty, I was so happy to have made it to my due date. While the Dr. and I had discussed attempting a VBAC throughout my pregnancy with you, we agreed that if I went into labor at any time before my due date, we would give the VBAC a try; if I made my due date, I would have a scheduled C-section. Your brother had been an emergency C-section, so I knew what to expect with that. But the main reason I wanted to make that date was that Grandma and Grandpa Morris and Grandma Rache were all planning to be there. Even though Daddy’s family had been able to visit us after your brother was born, I still felt a bit lonely. Let’s face it- I wanted my Mom to be there with me. That was something I missed the first time around & I didn’t want to lose that opportunity again, even if it meant that I’d have to have another major surgery and would never be able to go back to having the opportunity to try a VBAC with any future children we might have- it was imperative to me that my Mom be there this time.
As the date grew near, we worked hard to include Liam in the preparations. As you and my belly grew, Liam became more and more interested in this mysterious being that made Mommy’s tummy move. By then he was excited to tell everyone about his baby sister Morgan that was in Mommy’s tummy. He kept asking each day when you would get to come out and play with him so he could give you kisses.
April 15th came and as nervous as I was that morning, I was starving! I had told myself that I’d be so nervous that morning I wouldn’t even want to eat- clearly I was wrong. As everyone finished breakfast with me watching hungrily on, it hit me. Not to say it was the strongest contraction in the world, but it was definitively stronger than any of the “pre-labor” induced contractions I’d had with your brother or the Braxton-Hicks contractions I’d been feeling with you for the past two months. It took my breath away. I thought to myself “Watch, I’ve made it this far & now that everyone’s going to be here & I’ve been anticipating getting to meet my baby girl by 11 am, I’m going to go into full blown labor standing right here in my kitchen & her arrival will be postponed until I deliver her by VBAC. Wonderful.” That was the one and only contraction of that magnitude I had that day.
We arrived at the hospital early & went through admission without a hitch. Turns out, there was 1 room reserved for you and I, the rest were full- seems like all the babies in the Fox Valley area decided to make their appearances that day. The Grandmas had taken Liam to the bathroom when they came to take me to the O.R. I felt guilty that I hadn’t given Liam a kiss & told him I loved him before I was taken out, but I kept telling myself that I’d see him again soon & that in a matter of moments I would get to meet our little girl. As the nurses and anesthesiologist prepared me for surgery there were a million and one things going through my mind. I was so worried that I’d missed something or that something would be wrong. But my biggest fear was wondering how I could ever give you the amount of love I’d been able to splurge solely on your brother up to that point.
They had just started the procedure when your Daddy was brought in. (I’ll let him tell you about what a wonderful experience it was to be brought in at that particular moment. Yes, there’s sarcasm there. You’ll understand this later in life.) Your Daddy was so funny that day. As he sat by my head, he was so excited I could hear his trembling in every breath he took. I told him with a giggle that he needed to calm down because I didn’t need him passing out on me. It seemed like no time at all before the Dr. told him to stand up so he could watch you come into this world. He kept telling me how beautiful you were and in short order your cord was cut and the nurse held you for a moment between the surgical table and your bassinet so I could see you (something I hadn’t been privy to when your brother was born). You weren’t cleaned up yet and your color had not fully come in, but your Daddy was right- you were beautiful! In that moment, all of the fears and worries I’d had melted away.
Daddy followed you and the nurse back to our pre-op room while the Dr. finished with me. By the time I joined you, Daddy had brought the newly promoted “big brother” in to meet you. Liam thought you were pretty cool. When one of the Grandma's joked about taking you home, Liam told them in a very stern and defensive tone, "NO! She's MY sister!"
And yes, the Grandparents were thrilled to get to hold you when you were “brand new”, less than 2 hours old.
I’ve spent most of today looking back on that day and reflecting on the year since and all the amazing milestones you’ve met so far.
In the past year you’ve managed to hit every milestone early. You held your head up early. You sat assisted at around 2.5 months old and sat alone at 4.5 months old. At around 2 months old we switched you to cloth diapers, oh the money we've saved!
You started crawling and before we knew it cruising along the furniture in January, which was about the same time you broke my nose, but that's a story for another time. It was mid-February when you took your first solo steps. We were all so excited. You would take a few steps, then stop to clap "yea" for yourself!
You've eaten and demanded more of all new foods you've tasted. You do have your favorites though. I don't think I've ever seen a baby pack it away like you do, but you always "run it off" following your big brother everywhere.
It's been amazing to watch all of the growing you've done this year. You've started to say a few select things. "Dada" and "yea" being the most pronounced, but Daddy swears he's heard you reply "I don't know" when he asks you where Mama is & today you illustrated your newest noise ensemble... you pretend burped then said "excuse me". Well, at least we know you have manners.
Today we celebrated your birthday. First, you had pancakes for breakfast.
Then you opened your presents.
You had chicken nuggets for lunch, then got some one-on-one play time with Daddy & Liam while I went to class. When I got home you "helped" me frost your cake then had macaroni & cheese for supper. We snuggled for a little bit, then sang happy birthday & you got your strawberry cake.
You had a great day.
You have truly been a blessing from God & we can't imagine life without you.
Your brother loves you so much, he could almost rival Daddy & I!
Happy birthday baby girl! We love you!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Time to move forward- “on and up”!
One of my cousins posted this on his Facebook page & it spoke volumes to what I’ve been feeling the past few years. You know that feeling when you’re convinced someone’s actions are based solely on the feeling of obligation rather than sincerity- that’s what I’ve been dealing with. I’ve listened to a number of people constantly complain about other people & then in the next breath they are doing the exact same things they were just condemning other people for doing. Such comments have included (but are not limited to) “friends don’t turn their back on you… I would have never turned from “so-and-so”, but she got mad at me & turned from me, so I’m done with her.”- yet these are the same people who have done this same thing to me over & over and like an idiot I kept going back for more thinking they were just going through a phase. But lately I’ve come to realize that the whole thing was a phase & when I was no longer their favorite “flavor of the month”, a new cycle of rudeness, ignoring, back-stabbing & mean & cruel behavior would start all over again leaving me feeling no larger than the paramecia we found in our microscopic study of pond water in biology lab Tuesday night.
(Marisol, one of my lab partners, "lovingly" names this critter "Bob"- so here is "Bob" our paramecium.)
Example:
When I first began making cakes (this little hobby started when I did Liam’s 1st birthday cake) I was… well, I guess “honored”, no- let’s say “flattered” that some people around me picked up on it as well & that I felt, in a way, that I had inspired other people to try something new & have fun with it. I watched as others had fun, excelled and enjoyed sharing this hobby with those around them & I was very happy for them. Recently I heard a comment about how one of them was mad because she had begun a new hobby-turned-small business & someone she knew was expressing interest in becoming involved as well. She was actually really mad that this other person was dipping into “her thing”. WHAT!? This person did the exact same thing to me & I found flattery, but when it happened to her there was nothing but negative & selfishness. This absolutely confounded me! (See dictionary definition associated with my next example.)
Another example:
Long story short- someone made a public showing of her temper-tantrum as she yelled at me about what she felt was a lack of communication. (I guess this made her feel “cool” and “on top of” the situation- in actuality, she was exhibiting bully behavior.) In reality, I had been attempting to communicate with her, which evidently was not good enough for her & she shut me down at every turn. During this argument she was quite determined to practice the “she who talks loudest talks best” philosophy, not allowing me to get a word in edge-wise & when I did start saying something, interrupting constantly. Keep in mind- this is a person who is constantly alluding to what a good Christian she is, yet she “brags” (almost daily) about her communications with people- she does nothing but play word games with them & then complains that they’re the ones with issues because she doesn’t think she’s done anything wrong when she’s messing with their minds & emotions. (Please note: the definition of a hypocrite is “a person who pretends to have virtues, moral or religious beliefs, principles, etc., that he or she does not actually possess, especially a person whose actions belie stated beliefs. / a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, especially one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements.” http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hypocrite)
Are we beginning to understand my frustration the past few years?
My Dad came out to visit us for Christmas and we had to run to the store for more “chili-fixin’s” to finish off the batch he was teaching Brian to make. As we talked in the car, he said something that had a profound effect on me- “Everything is a choice.” I knew that I had been trying to implement this practice into my life for quite a while already; but after he said this I really began to evaluate my actions since being around certain people & was actually very disappointed in myself. I realized I had (for a number of years) behaved in a way that would be conducive to harmony among this particular peer group, but was not who I was at heart or how I wanted to be known as acting. I had been playing the song that they expected me to over and over & never once questioned it… because it was easier than being the outsider & doing the right thing. How ashamed I was. I had, for a while, tried to not follow the “expected” ebb & flow, but I finally realized that I no longer cared what they thought anymore- because I realized those people truly did not care about me. I began to consciously make an effort to apply my Dad’s statement to each & every action I took each day. What a difference these 4 words made!
Since then I’ve seen a drastic difference in my outlook and perspective in life & have come to realize: 1) that my decision to keep my work & personal lives separate was the best decision I could have made at this point in my life, 2) that it takes far too much energy to try to keep up with the “negative-nancys” & much less energy to be positive, thus leaving lots more energy for other things, 3) I have too much going on in my life that requires my attention and energy (going to school 19 hrs a week/5 days a week, raising 2 kids, making time for my husband, putting in 8 hrs at a full time job with a 2+ hr commute roundtrip daily, Liam’s social events (soccer, etc) & most recently, recovering from surgery… sheesh- I need a vacation from myself! lol! Actually I feel like I’ve been doing amazingly well in balancing everything I have going on.)- I simply do not have the time or energy to deal with being negative.
I do hope my readers can learn a lesson from all of this, whether you find yourself in my shoes or theirs- just be conscious of yourself. Do your words match your actions, really & honestly? Are you choosing to lie to yourself or be honest? Sometimes we do not understand other people’s motives and if we did, perhaps we would have a different view on their actions. However, when you’re stuck in a constant cycle of “bad stuff”- it becomes pretty clear where the truth lies.
So to anyone who has been (literally) or felt (emotionally) “de-friended” (yes, I know none of the people this applies to will ever have the motivation to even read my blog, but I’ve needed to do this vent for a while)- I know you think I’m some sort of “stuck-up snobby b!+c#” because I don’t act like I use to & I’m sure you think that I believe I’m better than you- this is simply not true. I know that not playing the head-games has ostracized me, but I've grown to accept that and no longer care, because it really is just a bunch of sophomoric peer-pressure bull that should have been outgrown & left behind years ago. I miss the fun we use to have and even though it has become painfully clear to me that you do not care, I do care about you, but I cannot continue to subject myself to your demeaning, cruel, hurtful and nasty treatment & will not even consider continuing those practices to gain your approval either. I have too much to look forward to in my life to be bogged down with negativity. I wish you all the best in the world. I will continue to pray for you & hope you can find the peace to bring happiness and positive energy into your lives.
Friday, February 17, 2012
When did that happen?!?
She's easily pulling herself up to standing & is even experimenting with standing "sans holding" and has been attempting to take that first solo step (which we anticipate will be any day now).
She loves to chase her big brother around the living room & is a human garbage disposal (seriously, you have absolutely no chance of keeping up with her shoveling the food in at the table, so you had better have all of her stuff cut up before hand or you get read the riot-act).
She is definitely a little girl- whenever we offer her a choice of "which diaper do you want to wear" she amaziingly picks the one that matches her outfit.
I swear she's actually talking to us. At the table, she gives a very convincing redition of "more!". When playing & working on sharing there seems to be a very clear "here". She's definitely a Daddy's girl because her absolute favorite is "da-da-da-da" with the occassional "na-na" (same long "a" sound as "da-da"). Yes, I realize she's probably just very good at mimicing, but she's very convincing!
Next thing I know, she'll be asking for the keys!