Another Yr Older, Another Yr Wiser

 

 

Who remember’s this scene from “Finding Nemo?”  It is a scene played over each new school year at my house.  This year we embark on the 3rd grade journey.

Every new school year is bitter sweet for me.  The feeling of having to let your little one grow up and go out into the world is exciting and very scary for a mom, as a parent it is something we have to do.  We just hope that when this time comes our children are equip with the proper tools to help them out there in this crazy world.

Third grade this year finds us at a new school; district re-zoning I was told.  However, it is not an entirely new school to us – we did attend for a brief time in kindergarten.

We are very excited for this new journey that will lead us down new paths and teach us new things.  And possibly new things to blog about.  So Happy 3rd Grade my little one!

 

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The Power of Chillax

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Keep Calm & Chillax!

Chillax is my son’s “calm down word.”  You know how people yell “Uncle” to someone to make them stop doing something, well “chillax” is our word.

One day my son got so rambunctious he was unable to calm down and he knew I was giving him the Look.  Mom’s you know that Look we give that says ” stop it right now or suffer the consequence!” Yep, that look.

It was just the funniest thing; he looked at me dead pan serious and said, “Mom, tell me to Chillax and I will.” So what does any mother do, I told my rather rambunctious child to Chillax!  And you know what, he sat down on the couch and made every attempt to calm himself down.

That’s what I call the power of chillax!

“How Was School Today?”

A FB friend of mine posted this on FB this morning.  I thought it was great considering the new school year begins tomorrow.

How to Ask How School Was Today Without Actually Asking – How Was School Today?

#1.  What was the best thing that happened at school today?  (What was the worst thing that happened at school today?)

#2.  Tell me something that made you laugh today.

#3.  If you could choose who would you like to sit by in class?  (Who would you NOT want to sit by in class?  Why?)

#4.  Where is the coolest place at the school?

#5.  Tell me a weird word that you heard today.  (Or something weird that someone said.)

#6.  If I called your teacher tonight what would she tell me about you?

#7.  How did you help somebody today?

#8.  How did somebody help you today?

#9.  Tell me one thing that you learned today.

#10.  When were you the happiest today?

#11.  When were you bored today?

#12.  If an alien spaceship came to your class and beamed up someone who would you want them to take?

#13.  Who would you like to play with at recess that you’ve never played with before?

#14.  Tell me something good that happened today.

#15.  What word did your teacher say most today?

#16.  What do you think you should do/learn more of at school?

#17.  What do you think you should do/learn less of at school?

#18.  Who in your class do you think you could be nicer to?

#19.  Where do you play the most at recess?

#20.  Who is the funniest person in your class?  Why is he/she so funny?

#21.  What was your favorite part of lunch?

#22.  If you got to be the teacher tomorrow what would you do?

#23.  Is there anyone in your class that needs a time out?

#24.  If you could switch seats with anyone in the class who would you trade with?  Why?

#25.  Tell me about three different times you used your pencil today at school.

The Night Creeper

 

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I woke this morning with a nite creeper in my bed – my son.  For the life of me I cannot understand why he continues to crawl in bed or fall asleep in my bed at night.

This just began a few months ago, I mean he had been sleeping in his room and in his own bed for a while now.  I was so happy when this happened.  Flashback to when he was 5-years-old, he used to creep in the hallway right outside my bedroom door.  This stayed a nightly thing for a very long time.

I used to have a – “No kids, pets, toys, stuffies, blankies” in mommy’s bed rule.  As you can see I clearly folded on my rule.

I used to think he did this nightly habit because at his father’s house there are many step siblings and they all share bedrooms; so maybe he was just lonely at my house, I mean it is just him and I, the cat, and a few fish.  Maybe he was just used to having another person in his room at night.

When he finally made the decision to go back and sleep in his room, I was so proud of him.  I made it all cozy, lots of night lights, so many it looked like daylight but at night.

Yay, I said to myself.  Now, mommy can get a full nights rest without a Mr. Sleeping Wiggles and his nightly entourage of stuffies, blankies, and small toys.  I did forget that I still had to contend with the cat, who likes to sleep on my hair or very close to my face, at least I could shoo this one-off the bed easily.

So for now, I have decided that I will enjoy my little night creeper because maybe next year we will have grown out of this.  Plus, I look at it as extra cuddle time because we moms know that all too soon our children will enter the “Oooh Mom, not in public!!” stage.  I will take it when I can, that’s for sure.

Happy sleeping, moms (and dads) who have nitely creepers!!

 

 

Perpetually In Motion – Mr. Wiggles

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Ever try to watch a movie with a child who is in constant motion? Always has to have some part of his little body moving. Constantly asking questions and giving a constant commentation?

Well, this is how it is at my house. Tonight we watched the National Treasure saga. I wasn’t sure if we were ever going to make it through to the end of the movies.

As we got more into the movie, which is a well loved movie saga in our house and who doesn’t love a Nick Cage movie, right? I began to think about why my son was constantly in motion. Several explanations came to mind –

1. Mr. X has sugared him up be for dropping him off.
2. We are a boy and have an unlimited supply of energy.
3. There are jumping beans in his pants.
4. He magically sucked all my life’s energy out of me and gave it to himself when I picked him up.

I watched him sitting next to me, ever trying so hard to not move a muscle because I kept telling him to -“Sit still” and “Let’s watch the movie and find out.”

I don’t think I ever saw him be still during the whole 2 hours of the movie. I came to the conclusion that his perpetual motion was a combination of all my explanations, but mostly more of my #2 reason.

I also think that in my old age I have become more easily irritated, so these little “things” that I once thought were cute – drive me nuts!!!

PPCM Awareness

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It was like an episode of “House M.D.” Eight years ago I lay in an ICU bed not knowing if I would ever see the next day let alone have a chance to be a Mommy to my than 2 month old little boy.

I presented with a normal pregnancy, no known complications, as far as we knew at the time. The only oddity, that my OB thought was normal was my weight gain. Keep in mind that normally, I am a pretty small person (low weight and small framed) – on my delivery date I was a whopping 164 lbs. Wow, you say!! Huge – yes!! And my little one weighed in at 9 lbs 12 oz. Ten fingers, ten toes – healthy baby boy.

A fairly non complicated birth as well. He was a week over due, just didn’t want to leave his little water world. I labored for 18 hours and had to have a C-Section for obvious reasons. Even that went well.

Over the next month, I began to present with pneumonia like symptoms. Heavy chest feeling, hard to breath, coughing up mucus, and extreme bloating – so much I looked like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Three times to the ER. Each time they sent me home. Did not find anything. On my son’s 2 month check-up the doc asked how I was doing. I told him about the ER visits and about my extreme puffiness, which my OB had chalked up to the epidural and pitocin.

He immediately did an EKG and echo-cardio and admitted me to the hospital. I was told I barely had an ejection fraction, my lungs had filled with fluid, and heart was grossly enlarged. I was the walking dead.

There I spent the next three months on the cardiac wing, in and out of ICU -twice for TIA’s. (a mini stroke). It took the doctors over a month to finally come up with a firm diagnosis for me – Postpartum (Peripartum) Cardiomyopathy (PPCM).

I was told immediately to tie my tubes and to not have anymore children. Now what doctor tells a 29-year-old, first time mom, with a 2 month old this. I got several second opinions and switched cardiologists.

For the next 8 months, I took a very regimented cocktail of heart medications, had blood draws every other week, and saw my cardiologist twice a month. That following December, I was told by my cardiologist that my EF was presenting within normal range and I was able to wean off some of my medications.

I was in the clear. I had survived this, though it was no small feat!!! I feel strongly that my quick recovery had to do greatly with the fact that I have a wonderful, strong support system. My parents were with me every step of the way. They sat by my bedside, prayed for me, and helped care for my little one.

I slowly began the process of weaning off the rest of my medications. In 2011, I was almost off all of my medications; my EF remained in normal range.

In 2012 I got the approval to go off all medications, though I remain on baby aspirin. My latest echocardiogram came back beautiful (2014).

It has been eight years since this horrific incident. Medicine has changed and has moved with the times. PPCM is no longer the mysterious pregnancy disease that women can get. It is still a very, very rare disease to get, however; it is more easily detected and doctors are more aware of it.

I do have the best cardiac and ob team in my area and I have even been given the cautious green light to future children because I made such a quick and fantastic recovery. There is always a chance of recurrence, however; I would be very closely monitored with my team. With today’s medical technology, there is always a hope and a future!!

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