Ever think that something that you may never forget could be something that other people involved may not even remember? I can't tell you how many times a friend has asked me if I remember a certain thing I had said or to recall an experience, and I either completely forgot about it until just mentioned, or don't remember it at all. For me, something I will never forget is from elementary school, and is one of the saddest thoughts and memories I have. It's something so small, and probably not remembered by the other person involved, but it's something I'll never forget.
My dad always walked me to my bus stop before school every morning. I would always sit on the side of the bus where my dad was visible outside, and we would always wave to each other as the bus lurched and headed down the street. On this one particular day, I was upset with my dad for whatever childish reason. I got on the bus, sat in my usual seat, but as the bus began to drive away and my dad waved from the street corner, I looked the other way and didn't wave back. I don't think the bus hit the bottom of the street before I immediately regretted my decision to be stubborn, and couldn't have felt worse. I was brought to tears with the thought of my dad waving to me that day, and to this day it's something I still feel horrible about. Funny how something so small & subtle can stick to you like this, haha :) Sorry dad! *waves*
Friday, March 30, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
2nd baby nerves
A lot about being pregnant for a 2nd time calms me: the fact that I've done this before sets my mind at ease, and raising Lyla has shown me that there is the light at the end of several tunnels - the newborn phase, nursing phase, terrible 2 phase...you get the picture. However, the unfamiliar - doubling my child load - is scaring me a bit more as my due date quickly approaches.
I think I worry most about me and Eric. When I feel this way, I tend to think I'm crazy since I've done it before with someone who I wasn't in love with and who didn't give me nearly as much support as Eric does. However, I see how the two of us can get when we get minimal sleep; it's not pretty. Not much gets done with two grumpy parents and a needy toddler. Now throw a newborn into the mix? No longer will we wonder if Lyla will have a rough night, but be sure of the fact that we'll be woken every couple of hours. On top of that, Eric will have to go to work full time on that same minimal sleep, and come home to 2 kids who crave some one-on-one attention, while I stay at home and try to fit Hannah's needs into Lyla's schedule, and keep us all as sane as possible. The good thing is that Eric and I talk about this fear frequently. All we can do is plan for the worst and hope for the best. We talk about being aware of the other persons exhaustion and not just our own, which is easier said than done when he walks through the door and all I want is his help, when all he wants is a 10 minute break from his long day.
Eric has also recently taken a test to be a corrections officer; after years of being laid off every few months as an electrician, he wants a steadier job. This one offers an amazing pension, pay, and benefits. The hours he'll likely receive on the other hand...not so amazing. It's nearly guaranteed that he will be working nights and weekend shifts. So, he will be around more during the day, but for most of that time he will be sleeping, and when it comes time for me to sleep (or get little of...) he won't be there to coach me through those frustrating nights or help with Lyla - who still loves to wake up at least once for a sip of water. I'm not sure how I'll handle doing it all on my own at night; it's much easier during the day when I can have strong coffee to keep me going, not so easy when you're functioning half asleep and juggling 2 children. Fortunately (for me), it can take up to a year for him to land a job there, and if this is the case I'm sure I'll feel confident in a schedule at that time, and be less nervous to handle the household alone come nighttime. Otherwise, it'll be survival mode for me!
I also worry about Lyla. I worry that my exhaustion will leave me less tolerant of her; my usual tactics of talking her through her temper tantrums and explaining "why" to her a thousand times may turn into ordering more time outs. I also worry about her reaction to the baby. So far, all she talks about is being mommy's helper with the baby, and being able to teach her to walk, talk, and share toys. But when reality sets in that she went from getting all of mommy's attention to half, I worry how things may be. She will act more needy, possibly regress in the potty-training department, who knows. And me, with the little sleep I'll be getting, will probably be stretching my patience level pretty thin. The last thing I want is for her to resent her sister because of how mommy's been acting since her birth.
All I can do is prepare for the worst; a method I used when I was pregnant with Lyla. I told myself she would never sleep (ever), would always cry, would have trouble eating - any negative thought about newborns I burned into my head as the only way it was going to go. This may sound horrible, but I think it made my entrance to parenthood a bit easier. When Lyla did have especially rough nights, or experienced a bit of colic, I was prepared for it. And when she was a sweet little baby, sleeping, cooing, smiling...I appreciated it even more. I turned out pretty lucky with Lyla because she was a fairly easy baby. But, knowing that every child is different, I've decided to stick to my "newborns are the worst" mind set this time, too. All the same thoughts I had with Lyla, with the added "Lyla will start to wake more often during the night" and "Eric will get put on the night shift the day after I have the baby". At least I'll be prepared.
Realistically, I know we'll be okay. It won't be easy and it will be a huge adjustment going from one to two. I also know that no matter how many parents I talk to or how many books I read, nothing can prepare me for the arrival of this baby until she's actually here. So, I'm walking into having two children blind, but with a plan: I plan to keep Lyla's schedule as normal as possible, and make Hannah's adjustments accordingly. After all, Lyla IS the one with the schedule, and Hannah is not. I plan to do all the same things with Lyla that I do now, like trips to the library, cooking dinner, reading books and tubby-time. And when she starts school in the fall, I will have my one-on-one time with little-miss. Hopefully Eric and I will learn to manage 2 children, and each other, on little sleep, and remain strong by talking through everything. We really do have a great marriage and I am lucky for that. Despite these nerves and fears, I look forward to watching our family grow.
I think I worry most about me and Eric. When I feel this way, I tend to think I'm crazy since I've done it before with someone who I wasn't in love with and who didn't give me nearly as much support as Eric does. However, I see how the two of us can get when we get minimal sleep; it's not pretty. Not much gets done with two grumpy parents and a needy toddler. Now throw a newborn into the mix? No longer will we wonder if Lyla will have a rough night, but be sure of the fact that we'll be woken every couple of hours. On top of that, Eric will have to go to work full time on that same minimal sleep, and come home to 2 kids who crave some one-on-one attention, while I stay at home and try to fit Hannah's needs into Lyla's schedule, and keep us all as sane as possible. The good thing is that Eric and I talk about this fear frequently. All we can do is plan for the worst and hope for the best. We talk about being aware of the other persons exhaustion and not just our own, which is easier said than done when he walks through the door and all I want is his help, when all he wants is a 10 minute break from his long day.
Eric has also recently taken a test to be a corrections officer; after years of being laid off every few months as an electrician, he wants a steadier job. This one offers an amazing pension, pay, and benefits. The hours he'll likely receive on the other hand...not so amazing. It's nearly guaranteed that he will be working nights and weekend shifts. So, he will be around more during the day, but for most of that time he will be sleeping, and when it comes time for me to sleep (or get little of...) he won't be there to coach me through those frustrating nights or help with Lyla - who still loves to wake up at least once for a sip of water. I'm not sure how I'll handle doing it all on my own at night; it's much easier during the day when I can have strong coffee to keep me going, not so easy when you're functioning half asleep and juggling 2 children. Fortunately (for me), it can take up to a year for him to land a job there, and if this is the case I'm sure I'll feel confident in a schedule at that time, and be less nervous to handle the household alone come nighttime. Otherwise, it'll be survival mode for me!
I also worry about Lyla. I worry that my exhaustion will leave me less tolerant of her; my usual tactics of talking her through her temper tantrums and explaining "why" to her a thousand times may turn into ordering more time outs. I also worry about her reaction to the baby. So far, all she talks about is being mommy's helper with the baby, and being able to teach her to walk, talk, and share toys. But when reality sets in that she went from getting all of mommy's attention to half, I worry how things may be. She will act more needy, possibly regress in the potty-training department, who knows. And me, with the little sleep I'll be getting, will probably be stretching my patience level pretty thin. The last thing I want is for her to resent her sister because of how mommy's been acting since her birth.
All I can do is prepare for the worst; a method I used when I was pregnant with Lyla. I told myself she would never sleep (ever), would always cry, would have trouble eating - any negative thought about newborns I burned into my head as the only way it was going to go. This may sound horrible, but I think it made my entrance to parenthood a bit easier. When Lyla did have especially rough nights, or experienced a bit of colic, I was prepared for it. And when she was a sweet little baby, sleeping, cooing, smiling...I appreciated it even more. I turned out pretty lucky with Lyla because she was a fairly easy baby. But, knowing that every child is different, I've decided to stick to my "newborns are the worst" mind set this time, too. All the same thoughts I had with Lyla, with the added "Lyla will start to wake more often during the night" and "Eric will get put on the night shift the day after I have the baby". At least I'll be prepared.
Realistically, I know we'll be okay. It won't be easy and it will be a huge adjustment going from one to two. I also know that no matter how many parents I talk to or how many books I read, nothing can prepare me for the arrival of this baby until she's actually here. So, I'm walking into having two children blind, but with a plan: I plan to keep Lyla's schedule as normal as possible, and make Hannah's adjustments accordingly. After all, Lyla IS the one with the schedule, and Hannah is not. I plan to do all the same things with Lyla that I do now, like trips to the library, cooking dinner, reading books and tubby-time. And when she starts school in the fall, I will have my one-on-one time with little-miss. Hopefully Eric and I will learn to manage 2 children, and each other, on little sleep, and remain strong by talking through everything. We really do have a great marriage and I am lucky for that. Despite these nerves and fears, I look forward to watching our family grow.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Happiness
In the Sex & The City movie, there was always one line that has stuck out to me: the girls are discussing their love lives and how often they feel happy, and one shares that she feels happy everyday; maybe not ALL day everyday, but, everyday. Previously, this stuck out to me because I was envious. I had never been in a relationship where at some point each and everyday, I felt happy. But now, it sticks out to me because I HAVE found this.
Even on days where we argue, Eric and I are quick to talk things over and work through them. Our ability to do this makes me appreciate him more than ever, and reflect on just how thankful I am to have him as a husband. Before we got married, we made a pact to never go go bed angry; my feeling is that if you go to bed upset, you wake up even more angry that you slept with your backs to each other all night, and the argument continues longer than it needs to. Instead, we problem solve. You have to in a marriage. You have to express your hurt or concern, but also let your guard down and put yourself in the others shoes. You need to come up with a solution and be willing to sacrifice. It's only been just over 6 months for us, and we have managed to do this well so far. I can only hope that this will become a form of habit and that we will be able to make it through whatever life throws our way. It'll sure come in handy in the next several months when sleep deprivation gets in the way of our daily lives.
It really is nice to feel happy everyday - even if its not ALL day everyday.
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