Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Stay at Home/Stayin' Alive

You know, I used to regard stay at home moms (aka SAHMs) with disdain. I used to think they were self-indulgent. What do they do all day? I remember thinking, envisioning women perched on swings, idly lounging while their kids played in the sandbox. Well, in my youth, I made many mistakes (perming my already-curly hair was one, sporting acrylic nails was another) and in my adulthood, thinking "stay at home moms have it easy" was a whopper. 

Wait for it: Boy, was I wrong. I almost lost my mind today.

To be fair, I have been on a full-time semi-single parent binge. As mentioned before, Disney was a lot of work, and while Emerson had the time of her life, I returned from "vacation" ready to fall over. Not to be outdone, young Sawyer J, who had been the picture of calm, beatific innocence for the duration of the trip, decided to turn into a lunatic upon our return. Coupled with the fact that Emerson developed a nasty cold and a junky cough and fever which kept her home from school for three days, you can see where my sanity was headed. 

I decided to bring Em to John Sawyer's four-month well-baby appointment so our favorite pediatrician could check her out, and, of course, to make her smile, as she loves him. (As in actually loves him, and wants to give him a hug and a kiss when she leaves the office, shots or not. She still refuses to hug some close family members.) It turned out that she just had a cold, while John Sawyer had his four-month shots. My chubby (17.11) boy remained incredibly smiley and upbeat for most of the day, until about 5:00 when he decided to unleash his angst. Prior to this, we'd done lots of fun, constructive activities; we had made some holiday cards, baked a batch of red velvet cupcakes (which freak me out, and emerged oddly leaning to one side for reasons unknown), made a meatloaf together, and played dolls, all with John Sawyer in varying degrees of happiness and squawking. But by 5:00, his good nature was evaporating at precisely the moment when Emerson decided to dump each of her 7000 Legos onto her bedroom floor. 

I know there are moms neater than I am, more patient than I am, and smarter than I am. Every day I aspire to be more like them. But as this moment, I resorted to bribery to stay alive.

"Em, wanna watch tv?" 
"Okay, Mommy. Can I watch Rudolph?"

Though I'd been saving Rudolph for a snowy day, I agreed, and sent a silent prayer up to God that I wasn't a single mom, that I had a husband who would be home soon, and that my kids were healthy enough to be inquisitive and have so much energy. I also prayed to the God/dess of Stay at Home Moms and Judgmental Youth. God bless us, every one.

My, How You've Grown

How fitting to revisit the blog I started three years ago with a posting on 12/12/12! I've always had a thing for numbers and dates (said the 7/07/07 bride), so this is a good sign. Since the end of the year is nearing and I'm feeling retrospective, I'm going to post a "year in review" in the upcoming weeks. My life has changed so much since I last posted; there have been so many changes and additions, and I haven't had much time to write. But for now, all I can say is, welcome back - it's good to be home.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

8/08/08. Seriously?

You know, I always liked the show Grey's Anatomy. Even though I personally do not love science (evidenced by my substandard grade in my college bio class), I liked that the show was sort of a Sex and the City Hospital. I even liked Meredith's hair.

Thus, I will steal a word from this show. 


Okay, let me elaborate. Today is 8/8/12. Our lives were going to change today; we were supposed to welcome baby today. We chose this date months ago. This week I had my final appointment with Waddell. I showered with the crazy special soap last night, packed up my bags this morning, said goodbye to Em, got to the hospital on time today, and changed into a johnny and crawled into a hospital bed because we were supposed to have the baby by noon.  




Basically, even though we were there on time, an elective c-section isn't set in stone. Some people came in with emergency situations which bumped us, and since my doctor had a meeting from 1:00-3:00, and the OR becomes available only to the emergency situations after 3:00, we were invited to leave. 

(Ironically, we were an emergency situation with Emerson - the cord was around her neck,  her heartbeat was decelerating, I was in labor for 24 hours, I had a fever, etc. - so we must've bummed someone that time around. Well, the operating tables were turned. Boo.)

The nurses were nice about it, but I was bummed out for several reasons:
a) I had good hair. Don't judge, it's a rarity.
b) We'd already said goodbye to Emerson and I didn't want to confuse her. She thought we prayed to get the baby. "Oh, sweetie, the baby you wanted to meet? It's staying in another day. Why? Well..."
c) Through the power of Facebook and Twitter, everyone knew we were heading into the hospital. I didn't want anyone to worry about me or the baby, but I had to update them. I posted something quick and pithy.
d) As cutesy as it seems, we got married on 7/7 and it would've been cool to have our little one on 8/8. 

We decided to go to lunch (after fasting for 18 hours, I was ready for a drink) so we headed to Rockport for a lobster roll. Being near the water usually calms me down. Evidently our life will change tomorrow. 

Unless we get bumped again.

In which case I'm holding out for 8/10/12.