Last week, I wrote about Corrina and a new activity we've started over here. Journaling has really become something that we look forward to every night. We pick a topic, then she writes about it and illustrates her stories. It's taken a little while for her to realize that it's more about writing than drawing, but I encourage her to do both. When her sisters are in bed, I sit down alone with her and read what she wrote and we talk about it. It is so nice to have a conversation with her, have her show interest and learn something at the same time. She actually looks forward to showing me what she wrote! It's wonderful.
I've been asked to share some of the topics we've written about. So, here are 15 to get you started. I've put the list together from various websites, my own curiosity, upcoming events and anything that I can find, really.
1. The biggest thing I ever saw... (this was last night's topic and Corrina may have suggested that she could write about my belly)
2. I like to make ________ because...
3. My favorite toy is...
4. I am proud of myself because...
5. If I could choose a different name, I would choose __________ because...
6. My best day ever would be...
7. I am afraid to ________ because...
8. My favorite time of day is _____________ because...
9. The most perfect place in the whole world is...
10. What would I ask animals if they could talk?
11. My shopping list...
12. What I know about rabbits...
13. Noisy times and quiet times
14. I once rode on a...
15. I wonder why...
Just in case you don't find any of these interesting, starting tonight, I will also share our daily topic on facebook and twitter.
Yesterday...ugh. I honestly don't remember the last time I had a day so bad. It started off pretty good. The girls got to plant some things in the garden with my brother-in-law. George surprised me by telling me how upset she was that the dirt ruined (and I mean RUINED!) her fingernails and came inside. After that, everything kind of fell apart.
I had a pain in my back that pretty much felt like I was being stabbed. I couldn't stop crying about everything, which really freaked the kids out. My husband came home from work early and took the kids to visit his parents so I could rest. I made chicken and dumplings in the crock pot and rested for a while. Then I began to absolutely panic. I knew that one of the kids had wondered off and was lost or ran out in the road and got hit by a car. I knew it. I called Steve and wouldn't let him hang up the phone until he absolutely assured me that all three children were there and in his sight. Then I cried some more.
When they came home, I was getting dinner ready when I realized that I had pretty much forgotten to season the soup and I forgot to put the chicken in. We had PB&J for dinner. Then I cried some more...a lot, really. Almost to the point that I was hysterical. When I calmed down a little and started to get George ready for bed, that's when it happened.
George came upstairs. When she got to the top, she turned around to yell something downstairs, lost her balance (I screamed) and went down the stairs head, feet, head, feet (I might have screamed some more). She seemed to be OK, aside from the massive amounts of blood coming from her mouth, so we took her to the hospital to get checked out. She was fine by the time we got there (even though she was still bleeding) and thought the whole thing was awesome. She knocked a tooth loose a little, and had a small bump on her head, but other than that, she's fine.
Today, she's rockin' a hospital i.d. band (which she won't take off because it says Georgie), some bloody, bruised gums and stories of the ER. She also got to go to the dentist today even though the office was closed. She really thinks she's something special (which, of course, she is). I'm not sure that I'm cut out to be the mother of this kind of kid. I'm not tough enough.
To top it off, I noticed some changes in Corrina's body that she's not old enough for and I'm not prepared to talk to her about. I'm not cut out to be the mother of a 7 year old who appears to be going through puberty either. Hmmm...what kind of kid am I cut out to be a mother to? Are any of them easy?
Anyway, I have never been so thankful to go to bed as I was last night. That was the best part of the day! The lesson learned: throwing yourself down the stairs will NOT make your mother stop acting like a lunatic. It will only make her worse.
Despite not having been seen for weeks, if not months, these missing feet were sighted while descending a flight of stairs earlier today.
Aside from being exhausted and slightly swollen, the pair seem to be doing just fine.
"I just knew they couldn't really be gone", says the owner of the misplaced feet. "I never gave up hope and knew in my heart that they were always there with me".
The feet hope to return to their normal routine and make a public appearance within the next 2 weeks.
Will it be today? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not until next week. I'm suddenly terrified of having a baby. I'm trying to keep the floors swept, the laundry done and couple days of meals made, hoping it gives me the appearance of being ready.
Do I know what I'm doing? Will I ever sleep again? How will I split my time between four? Right now, I feel like I'm failing with only three. Will I break down again? I can't. It will kill me. This is what terrifies me the most.
The closer it gets, the more scared I get. Maybe this is where I went wrong before. Maybe I wasn't scared enough. Maybe I thought too highly of myself and my abilities. That's a mistake that I'm not making this time.
I knew, just knew that as of today, April 10, I've been blogging for one whole year. Surprise! I was wrong. April 5 was actually my blogiversary. Well, honestly, it's not the first thing I've been wrong about. It's not even the first thing I was wrong about today. For instance, I was sure that George had chicken pox last night. She was running a fever and broke out with a rash from head to toe. She was dancing around singing "scratchy, scratchy, scratch". However, when we woke up this morning, most of the rash was gone. Luckily, I was WRONG, but you can understand how easy it is for me to wrong on a daily basis, can't you?
To celebrate this event, I was going to write a little extra about myself or about our family. Instead, I'm going to ask you. What would you like to know? I'll answer anything about myself or our family life. Is there anything you'd rather read about more often? What is your favorite thing about this blog or why do you hate it? I'd love for you to let me know!
Here's a little tid bit for you. I hate posting pictures of myself here because my husband ALWAYS takes the picture when I'm still explaining how to use the camera. I end up looking like an idiot. No, he doesn't understand the concept of using a digital camera. This is the man who got his tie caught in the paper shredder, what do you expect?
So, go ahead, ask me anything, tell me what you think. I'd also like to know a littlle bit about you. Feel free to share something about yourself with me, along with a link to your blog. I'll check it out when I have time!
Yesterday, I was sitting at the hospital, having a non-stress test when I realized how much I am not looking forward to having my baby there. The nurse was asking me 10,000 questions about my home, plans for the birth and plans for after the baby is born. It seemed silly and pointless and I started to wish that my husband was the kind of guy who would be open to home birth or that there was an alternative to a hospital birth in my area.
I love my doctor, she's absolutely wonderful, but there are so many things that I don't like about hospitals. First of all, why do I have to be hooked up to a monitor and an have an IV pumping fluid into my body the whole time I'm in labor? This makes it difficult to do what I need to do to deal with the pain. Can't I just stay hydrated by drinking water? Are the fluids really necessary? What am I allowed to refuse and will I be able to do it without being reprimanded by the staff?
This brings me to my second point-the staff. I realize that most of them have been doing their jobs for a while and that they are well trained and knowledgeable. I respect that and I respect what they do. I only wish that respect was always mutual. Every time I have a baby, there is always one nurse who has a huge problem (and is very verbal) with our choice to not vaccinate our children. It always leaves me checking the baby for needle marks.
Here are some other things I'm not looking forward to:
-being stuck in the hospital after having the baby instead of being able to come home and get in my own bed when I'm ready
-being made to read materials and watch movies on how to take care of a baby
-keeping the baby in the scratchy hospital gowns instead of in her own clothes.
-having people feel they should take the baby and let me rest
-feeling obligated to take all of the crap they want to send home with me and I won't use (formula samples, coupons for diapers and stretch mark cream)
Ideally, I would give birth in a place that I am absolutely comfortable being in, with knowledgeable staff members who respect my decisions and experience as a mother. I would also love to be able to stay as long as I need/want and no longer than I choose, and I would ultimately have the final say in my treatment without feeling like I'm doing something wrong. I really wish I would have put more thought into this earlier and done some research.
Where did you give birth? If it was in the hospital, were you comfortable being there? Are you comfortable refusing treatment from medical professionals?