- For most people, Monday is their least favorite day of the week. For me, Monday is my favorite. Monday is my first day off after work for the week. It started off really crazy. I woke up and looked at the window and the sun was shining through the slits of the blinds. “What time is it?!” I thought. I felt like I had suddenly been pulled from a coma. I was in the bed. The baby was there, but no one else. First amazing thing, was that neither Ben’s alarm to wake up and get Marlie on the bus for school, nor Chloe’s usually loud waking ritual had aroused me. The second amazing thing was that the baby slept right along with me. My clock said 11:18. I don’t think I had slept in this late since our honeymoon!
- It’s amazing to me that I ever choose to leave the house at all anymore. It seems to be such a challenge. I’ve discussed with you before the task of packing diaper bags. But putting that aside, there’s plenty more to getting to the eventual goal of getting in the vehicle. Sure, you get everybody dressed. Just wait, cause someone’s gonna poop their pants right before you pick up your purse. Make sure they’re all fed, clean diapered, and any last minute items are added to the already overflowing bag. Then it happens. It always happens right when you’re 10-15 minutes late for where ever you are going. There it is: an epic meltdown. It can also be called “the come-apart”. This is the moment when you are trying to get yourself, the bags, and multiple children out the door and into the vehicle, and at least one of the kids will start screaming very loudly and crying tearfully about something very inconsequential. Lately for me, it’s been both children. I tell myself that if I can just get the car moving it will stop eventually. The other thing I love about Monday: this is Ben’s day off, and he can help me achieve this insurmountable task.
- Joking aside, my absolute favorite thing about Monday is that Ben is off with me. It’s our only day off together and I cherish it. The only bad thing about it, is how quickly it goes by! I truly enjoy spending time with him. He is my best friend, my greatest help mate, my confidant, and thankfully my biggest fan. He knows how to compliment me just when I need it, how to make me smile, how to make me laugh, and just the right thing to say to challenge my outlook on a situation and therefore encourage me to be a better me. We enjoyed a walk together today. We took along the kiddos and the dog, but we held hands as we strolled. He put his arm around me when we weren’t holding hands, and my heart swelled with affection for him. We came a long way before we found each other again. I’m glad God brought us to that place, and I look forward to where He will take us as a couple.
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- Some days you wake up and you just want to pretend the day doesn’t have to proceed. Your eyes are burning. You don’t feel rested. You’re not looking forward to what lies ahead. You just wish there was something different in store for the day than what it holds in reality. I’ve discovered that how you approach your day, the attitude with which you clothe yourself, can mold your day into something better than you imagined. Approach your day with joy.
- On my way to work this morning I sang joyfully along to the radio. Working on a Sunday is not my dream day, but I approached the challenge with a joyful heart. When on my unit, I smiled big. I sang a lot. I helped others. To often, even today, I see nurses who don’t even try to mask the fact that they are burnt out and despise their job. It’s really sad to see someone touch another human being that they are supposed to be taking care of, and handle them with a rough touch and a frown on their face. A bad attitude is dangerously contagious. On the other hand, a smile and a spirit of joy can go a long way to encourage others and lift them up. It is even therapeutically healing to the soul and body.
- When I got home, the baby was asleep and Chloe and Marlie were in the tub. Too often when Ben and I greet each other after work lately, the hustle and bustle of parenthood only allow a brief welcome home and brush on the cheek. Tonight when I walked in, he took me in a warm embrace and held me tight. We didn’t break the embrace immediately, but rather held it a long time. He brushed his hands through my hair as he held me. It felt so good, so precious, so natural, and such a joy. I loved on my girl. I fed my baby and was rewarded with sweet, first smiles. I started my day with joy. I walked in that same joy throughout the day. I was rewarded with joy at the end of my day. I didn’t always approach my day this way. I had to learn the hard way, to use this method. I encourage you to try it out. You won’t regret it, and the only thing you have to lose is a bad attitude.
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- Want to know one of the most useless things we do in life, that never has the desired outcome? Worry. I don’t know why we humans insist on worrying. Even if you have this awesome relationship with The Lord, built on faith, that positively teaches the opposite behavior; we still worry. It’s like my kid picking her nose or putting small objects in her mouth. I can tell her repeatedly not to do it, but she’s compelled. We too, children in our own way, worry even when God’s word tells us not to. Psalm 55:22 – Cast your cares upon The Lord and He will sustain you. Don’t you hate it when you know something, but you act like you don’t.
- The baby slept so good last night and so, in turn, did I. I remember feeding her around 2 am, then again at four. It comes so natural in the early morning, that it hardly seems like I fed her at all. I fed her a little bit at 5, then again at 6. I suppose I wanted to make sure she had a full tummy before I left for work. When I went to pump a little after 6, before heading to work, I was surprised that I could only pump 1-2 ounces. What is going on, I thought! I can always pump Ben a bottle full before I go. I worried my pump was malfunctioning. I worried something was wrong with my milk supply. When I think about going to work, and especially when I actually leave for work, I feel concern, bordering on worry for my children. Will Ben hear the baby cry? Will my Aunt realize Chloe is getting into everything and must be watched? Will the baby take a bottle ok?
- I prayed. I prayed for my pump. I prayed for my milk supply. I prayed for my children. I prayed for their safety. I prayed that whoever was watching them would hear God’s voice. I prayed Bailey would take the bottle. When I checked on the baby this morning at work, Ben said she slept from the time I left until he had to go to work. Guess that full belly worked. When I pumped at work, all was a dairy farm success. Bailey ate like a champ and was sleeping contently when I picked her up. Chloe was an angel per her MeeMo, and all her bones remained intact in my absence. My kids were fine without me. Worry is fruitless. I say that now. We’ll see how I feel in the morning. I think loving concern is good. Worrisome fear, not so much. I’m a work in progress.
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- Stay at home Moms get a lot of criticism at times from people who may not understand exactly what they do all day. As a part-time employee at my job and full-time Mom at home, I feel like I’ve seen both sides of the coin. If you don’t know, I’m a RN working in critical care. I work two 12 hour shifts in a row per week. That leaves the other 5 days to work at home as a Mom.
- What does a stay at home Mom do, you ask. My answer: what doesn’t a stay at home Mom do! While you’re wondering what we’re doing; we’re still in our bath robe. No, not because we’re lazy. It’s because we tried to squeeze in a 2 minute shower while the baby was napping and the toddler was occupied with something that wouldn’t kill her. Meanwhile, the baby is awake and hungry and the toddler is on top of the kitchen counter. Then it all starts again; endless feedings, repetitive diaper changes, and a continuous making of nutritious snacks for a finicky yet bottomless tummy, complete with snack plates that accumulate before you can clear the previous ones; all the while cleaning sippee cups of milk that have clabbered after having been stuffed behind the sofa. You can’t get that out of the no spill apparatus! Above stated bath robe is covered with snot, spit up, macaroni and cheese, and poop. No problem. We’ll just add it to the continuous pile of laundry that cycles in and out, day after day. While cleaning, feeding, bathing, and keeping out of harm, we’ll make sure to nurture, hug, kiss, love the children, while teaching right from wrong, and not loosing our temper in the process. We’ll manage to dish out all that love and energy to the children, but still appear attractive to our husbands, giving them the proper amount of love and attention that they require to know that we love them now just as much as the day we got married. Exhausted yet? Well, you can’t be. You gotta prepare dinner, get the kids ready for bed, and hope for some quality time with your spouse before you both pass out cold.
- As I said, I’ve done both. So hats off to working Moms too. You do all of the above when you’re not pulling a 9-5! I’ve decided that both of my jobs are equally challenging. Taking care of my girls all day is like getting a really sick patient at the hospital. With both, I spend the whole time running my butt off, doing the absolute best I can. I end up astounded when I look at the clock and realize how much time has gone by, yet how much I still have left to do. With both, I’m often overwhelmed. With each, when I’ve done the right thing and improved the situation, there’s a fulfilling sense of accomplishment for a job well done. With one, I get paid a check. With the other, I’m paid in love. The one job I could choose to leave if I so desired. With the other, I’m in for the long haul. As I see it, I spend 7 days a week, 24 hours a day working. If you’re a Mom, whether you work out of the home or not; you do the same. I say we take this moment to congratulate ourselves and reach around and pat ourselves on the back. Ok. That’s enough. The baby just blew up her diaper, the toddler is in your make-up, and the supper is burning. Back to work!!
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- My little, big girl is giving me a run for my money the past couple of days. She continues to astound, amuse, and aggravate me to no end. I’ve been impressed lately with her growing ability to draw circles and color somewhere within the vicinity of the lines. I, of course, try to see the creativity developing and young talent abounding, but this is difficult when she practices on my coffee table. She also decided to color the floor of her new doll house and the arms of her Dora chair. I have no idea when she managed to do this. When questioned, she seems to find it perfectly reasonable and normal to color these objects. She’s so good at arguing her justification that I almost find it difficult to correct such behavior. She truly seems to not understand why it’s a problem. Then I remind myself she’s only two. So we put away her crayons. Yes, again. I know. We’ve done this before! Her response to her punishment: “But I wanna color with them!” Ben said this morning that she’s like a little teenager, just going and getting whatever she wants. She gets in the pantry and gets what she wants to eat. She has learned to scoot the kitchen chairs up to the counters to get to the normally out of reach items. I got a little freaked out at the possible prospects after I realized she had used a chair to reach her Flintstone vitamins and was able to remove the childproof cap to get to the “candy.” Crisis was averted there. I told Ben we’re child proofing more now than we had to when she was a baby. When corrected, she again tries to justify and argue her way out of any wrong doing. We threaten corporal punishment while trying not to laugh out loud at her wit. Just this moment, I go to her room to put in a DVD for her that she wants to watch and discover she’s been trying to do it herself, again. We put the movies up and out of reach last week, but she’s somehow managing to reach them and get them down. Little tiny finger prints on my Disney classics! Ugh. Heaven help me. I just cannot take my eyes off her it seems.
- Today I went and picked up my little Sis to spend the day with us. I had such a good time with the adult company, that I wondered why we don’t get together more often. I could spend every free moment I have doing laundry or something similar, but that’s no fun. She is in her 9th month of pregnancy. Even with my most recent pregnancy being so fresh in my mind, I think we women all too easily forget how tired and sore you get. I suggested to her a trip to Walmart, not even thinking that she may not be up for such a venture. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. And no, I don’t go there everyday! (Just every other day). Thankfully, she humored me and went along. I continue to enjoy watching her grow into a woman and look forward to her upcoming journey with motherhood.
- Earlier I had a complete freak out, meltdown, calgon take me away, I can’t handle this, kinda moment. Since the arrival of Bailey and her crying, Chloe has taken to crying at the drop of a hat. If it works for the baby; right? Today was an especially tearful day. Along with that fun, was a blatant disregard of my authority. She has been disobeying and testing me all day. When we got home from dropping off my Sis, both girls were tired and fussy. I left the groceries in the jeep and immediately fed Bailey. She followed the feeding with a crying jag. She was inconsolable. As I patted and paced, Chloe shut her door. I went to check on her and it was obvious she was taking a poop. Since she was already started, I let her continue and with privacy. Minutes later I peeked in. The baby is screaming. Chloe had climbed on the dresser and gotten into her big sister’s perfume. I set down screaming baby and Chloe got in trouble. Back to consoling baby. The next minute I hear Chloe say “It’s doodoo!” I see brown on her white shirt. Yes. She has decided to finger paint with her own poop. Baby is still screaming. Regrettably, I actually called my husband and told him I was gonna kill the children. He knew I didn’t mean it, but as I sat in the recliner with the crying baby and a naked Chloe in the floor (recently scrubbed clean), I heard him pull into the driveway. He assured me work was slow, so it wasn’t a problem for him to leave, but I felt horrible. No mother of the year award there! Ahhh. Chloe is in Ben’s lap, no doubt happy for the attention. A smirking baby sits in mine. Remember when I’ve often said”never a dull moment.”? Well, there ya go. Please feel free to laugh or even say “I remember days like that!” I know I’ll look back on this one day and do the same. One day.
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- First off, I’ll say that this is a 2nd draft. I had written 2 other facts and when I got to # 3, I realized it was such an in-depth and important subject, that it deserved its own post. I learned today that someone I know received a diagnosis of cancer with a poor prognosis. Bad, right? Well, the other side of this story is that this person is guilty of doing terrible things to someone I love. When I say terrible things, I mean things that would cause you to either hate a person or sweep the events into the back of your mind so you can escape the fact that you can’t possibly fathom forgiving them. This is my guilt. This is my dilemma.
- When I first became a Christian I learned all the awesome stuff, like Jesus loves me and died for me. Then I learned the hard stuff, like taking on characteristics that favored Christ. Forgiveness. No problem. Lord, I forgive that man who just cut me off in traffic! I’m a super Christian! Yeah, right. Then you realize that true forgiveness is hard,and that’s when you can truly appreciate how wonderful God’s gift of forgiveness of our sins is. When I first learned that forgiveness could further my relationship with God, I had the perfect test case. My biological father had left me. He had taken off, taken all the $, and actually left me to play alone on the streets of L.A. when he jetted to the bank. He stole from my piggy bank. He lied to me repeatedly. He hurt my Mom. But I think what hurt most was that he had no problem signing over his parental rights when my Dad adopted me. It was for the best and I love my Daddy, but I felt rejected that my biological father could give me up so easily. It took a year from the time I decided to forgive him, until the time I felt like I actually had and could contact him and tell him so. Forgiveness is hard. But after it was done, I felt free. I felt a weight lifted.
- With the incident I mentioned in # 1, I’ve purposely ignored my obligation to forgive. I’ve swept it under a rug of anger. Today, addressed with this person’s mortality, I felt the issue brought to the forefront of my mind. I made a difficult decision. I decided to pray for this person. I prayed that God would use this illness to draw the person into a relationship with Him. I prayed for healing that could cultivate that relationship. I reflected on God’s character and remembered that despite the horrible actions, this person was a child of God. God loves that person and is saddened, but never stops loving them. I realized that as I prayed for this person and reflected on how God saw them; God brought that forgiveness to my heart. It wasn’t something that I did, but something God did in me. And there’s peace in that. I encourage you to seek forgiveness, even when it’s hard. Perhaps someone needs to forgive you. When we can’t, God can.
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- Chloe was playing with my phone earlier. I have an app on there that I got when she was just a baby. They touch a picture of an animal and then it says the animal’s name and makes the animal sound. She chose to play that game today instead of something else. As I watched her play, I recalled a video I took of her playing it before. She was holding onto a table to keep herself standing, and every time an animal made a sound, she would bust out laughing with that bubbly, baby laugh. Today as she played, she would say “Watch Mom. I like the cat. I don’t like the bison. It scares me.” Quite different reaction. This is just another reminder that my baby is growing too fast. She’s over there eating Doritos for goodness sake! I never imagined, not long ago, giving her Doritos (too much of a choking hazard). Even as she wipes her Doritos hands all over her shirt and the sofa, I see Bailey wearing a sleeper Chloe used to wear and it’s almost incomprehensible. I can’t believe how big my 1st baby is getting. And this comes to me on a day of such hormonal stability that I found myself crying over 5 different things I saw on Facebook this morning, in the space of 20 minutes or so.
- On the other side of the coin, I gotta remember that Chloe is still only two, and therefore demands/requires my utmost attention. Around 1:00 today, I realized that all three tv’s in the house were playing Dora. I took a stand, and despite Chloe’s objections, I put the TV on my DVR of American Idol to watch as I nursed the baby. Chloe went to my room to watch TV. After a few minutes, my Mommy sense whispered in my ear “she is very quiet back there.” I took Bailey balanced on the Boppy, still nursing, into my room and found Chloe on the bed with a pile of nicotine gum beside her. She had found this forgotten treasure in Ben’s nightstand. She showed me where she got it. It was right next to three different pocket knives. She didn’t get any of the double wrapped gum packets or difficult to operate knives open, but it was a nice enough reminder to me that I must still remain diligent over my toddler despite being busy with a 6 week old infant. As I was writing this, I smelled something poignantly wafting from her room. She had her older sister’s perfume she got for Christmas. It had been pushed to the back of the dresser so I curiously wondered aloud how she got a hold of it. She quickly said “watch” and proceeded to pull out the dresser drawer and use it like a step stool. I got some busy months ahead of me people.
- Aside from being super emotional today, I am also really tired. Since Sunday I’ve noticed some mild, nagging congestion in my chest. It reminds me of what I had while Chloe and Ben had the flu. I’m not really surprised that I keep getting sick. I’m not getting adequate rest and my infant sucks the immunity out of me every two hours. I’m not complaining though. I know it will get better soon enough. This morning when Bailey started stirring at 7:30, I will admit I was not ready to get up. Bailey is a different baby than Chloe was. If Chloe was upset or crying, whether it was boredom or whatever, I would nurse her. She would eat and fall asleep. I ended up with a fat baby who only wanted her Momma’s boobie. It was my solution to everything that ailed her. Well Bailey only nurses if she’s hungry. If she’s sleepy more than she’s hungry, she will cry if I try to nurse her. This requires me to use other means of comfort and entertainment. As a result, when she’s ready to wake up, I can’t nurse her back to sleep like I could Chloe. We gotta get up and go play till she’s ready to go back to sleep. It’s not bad or anything. She smiles the whole time. My point right now is that I was not feeling it this morning. Enter the amazing spouse. He took her before he had to go to work and I got another hour of sleep! I let him sleep in yesterday, but I’m glad that he’s the kind of guy to repay the favor. I’ll have him a nice dinner when he comes home. Teamwork.
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- My poor husband is outside trying to play with his dog. It’s cold out there and it’s almost dark. It’s only 5:30, but dusk is in full swing. I am ready for Summer. If we weren’t both so close to our families, I would definitely suggest to Ben that we move even further down South, to the beach. The warm sun just makes me feel good. I love how the days seem longer. I love how Chloe gets to play outside and look so healthy with some color on her face. I feel like I’m getting some chest congestion again too, and am ready for this season of sickness to pass on by. Ben has Monday only, to get his “man stuff” done outside and we usually end up going somewhere together during the day. By the time we get home, daylight is gone. The dog needs to play. Chloe wants to play. My boxes of Christmas decorations want to be put up in the shed. There’s still 24 hours in a day, but the lack of sunshine makes everyone a little sleepier and you somehow get less done that you can on a day in June.
- Where did we go during our daylight outing? Where else do you go in a small Southern town? Walmart of course! It is Chloe’s favorite destination. She rode the tiny carousel as always. She also thinks that the McDonalds in Walmart is better tasting than the full size McDonalds across town. She is such a joy to take on a shopping excursion. She thinks she is too big to sit in the cart and insists on riding on the back. Since I can’t see over the infant carrier on the front of the cart, it’s a constant battle to watch and not run her over when she jumps off. She’s started constantly saying “Watch Momma!” So she’s always doing some stunt she believes to be truly fascinating to see. “Watch Momma!” So I watch as she skips blindly into the main aisle barely missing a run-in with another shopper’s cart. Then Bailey wakes and is ready for a feeding. I found myself wondering why so many men were walking past me while I was on a bench nursing the baby. Then I looked up and realized I was sitting in front of men’s work boots. Next time I’ll take position across from the fuzzy house shoes instead. Bailey took it all in stride. She is getting very fun now, having grown out of the newborn stage. She smiles all the time! She can mostly hold up her head on her own. Ben and I got the two items we needed and also a cart full of things we didn’t go there for (like new crayons, a coloring book, and hair bows).
- We also went by the movie store. After the girls go to bed, we’ll have our date night in the bedroom. I’m gonna make a cake from scratch I saw on Pinterest today. Popcorn, cake, movie, my sweetie; sounds good to me. I noticed that the young fella in the movie store has been working there since Ben and I got married. He has seen us come in there as a dating couple, then newly weds, me pregnant with Chloe, and us carrying Chloe in the infant carrier. Now he sees Chloe running around and a new baby in the same carrier. My main thought about the whole thing though was how impressed I was at a young guy keeping the same job for so long. I guess I was a job hopper as a kid. In high school and college I worked at several places: Sonic, Kmart, JCPenney, Shoney’s, Chuck E Cheese, Lowes, Renasant Tower, 2 different hospitals, Waffle House, a furniture factory (for four hours!), a pipe factory (liked that one actually). The Navy finally took the jumping bean out of my pants. Maybe I was looking for my place in this world. Maybe God was trying to get me to where He wanted me to be, but I wasn’t listening yet. I still think He’s got plans beyond what I could imagine. But what’s different now from then, is that I try to be still and allow Him to open and close doors in my life rather than running and searching. Even when a storm comes in your life, it may just be God’s wind blowing you somewhere new.
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- My baby just gave me a huge, toothless grin! I was so happy to see her when I got home. Of course, I missed her because I love her, but I admit I also had ulterior motives. I’ve discovered the most difficult thing about working a 12 hour shift right now. I know what you’re thinking. How can anything about my glamorous job be difficult, right? I mean where else will a co-worker say to you, “I’m gonna go get something to eat. Can you listen for Mr. Smith and help him back to bed and look at his poop?” True story. It happened today. Anyway, back to the difficult thing. It’s breastfeeding. I pump at work, but a machine can only do so much. It can’t truly remove all the milk, so by the end of the day, I’m hurting. When I got home, she showed that pump who was boss. And, I got rewarded with that smile.
- When I came through the door, I was greeted by a happy little toddler. There is nothing better than having someone run to you, full of excitement to see you. She stood there looking up at me as I took my coat off and impatiently said, “Hug me Momma!” Bailey was still napping when I first came in, so I sat on the couch with Chloe. She asked “You gonna wake the baby, Mommy?” I replied, “No. I wanna play with you.” I could see the delight on her face and it made me feel good. We were able to play Barbie for quite a while before Bailey woke up. I been missing my Chloe time.
- Before I did any of the above mentioned things, I made a point to greet my groom properly. While no longer newlyweds, and often busy with children; we always make time to share a kiss. It’s not just a brush of the cheek, but rather a true moment where our eyes meet when we say love you, and even the briefest, chaste kiss is full of emotion. Today was Ben’s first day alone with both girls. They were all three awake when I left this morning. I know it’s been a long day for him. I’m proud of the wonderful father he is and I plan to tell him so. Never forget to thank your spouse, for even what may seem the smallest of things. Grateful words go a long way.
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- These facts will likely be shorter than usual, for I am bone tired. Today was my first day back to work. I got up quite early, earlier than usual, even for a work day. I have to fall back into, not just getting myself ready, but giving the time to nurse the baby and pump the rest for a bottle. She was fast asleep when my alarm went off, so cute swaddled up tight. As soon as I got out of the shower, I could hear her crying. Poor Ben. I went to her with my wet hair in a towel. My plan was to fill her little tummy and send her to snoozeville. Nope. She was wide eyed and I had to pass the torch so I could finish getting ready. I felt bad for Ben. As I was getting ready to leave, I peeked in on everyone and prayed for them all. Ben and Chloe were cuddled up together in bed. Bailey was asleep in her bassinet and had a huge grin on her face; a big open mouthed, gummy grin. It tugged at my heart. So hard to leave! As I gathered my coffee and bags and pulled the back door shut, I heard the baby start crying. So hard to leave!
- Well, it wasn’t too bad of a day! I prayed myself up and heard a good song on the way to work. My passwords were all expired right off the bat. I had forgotten to buy some of the breakfast bars I like to eat on work days. Too bad I did, since I didn’t eat the first time until 4:30 this afternoon. That is typical lunch time for a nurse; if you get lunch at all. I will not for privacy reasons go into details about my patients, but they were definitely worthy of a stay in a critical care unit! One patient was very sick and kept me on my toes and very busy. I tried to keep an optimistic attitude though. After all, he did stabilize in time for me to get my charting done. It could have been much worse. I actually thought it was good for me to have such a critically ill patient on my first day back, for it boosted my confidence in my abilities to handle such a situation. But I am truly thankful for the helping hands of my co-workers through it all! Several times through the day, I would feel my chest tingle and know that it was time for Bailey to eat. Made me kinda sad. I did make time to pump, for Bailey’s sake and mine. Once right before a pumping session, I was pushing an empty wheelchair with an IV pole on it and ran into the door frame, knocking the pole into my full breasts. Ouch! Wouldn’t recommend that one. Overall, though, my first day back was not near as bad as I had feared. God answers even the simplest of prayers.
- Once you have kids, going home after work is never the same. I left the hospital in the small car and made my first stop at Ben’s work to switch vehicles. He had the SUV with carseats. I next went to pick up Bailey. I was relieved that she did so well today. Chloe had never been a fan of the bottle and I always feared she’d starve rather than take a bottle. No worries there with Bailey. My little chubby likes milk however she can get it; and all day according to my Mother-in-Law. We packed up and headed home where my Aunt was watching Chloe. Those two had played all day and Chloe was full of stories about her day. She talks so fast and is so hyper after I’ve been away at work. But I didn’t mind a bit. Ben is home now and we have a little time together. You wanna know the best thing. I only have one day left, then I’m back to Mommy duty for a week.
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