>The Husband kept it all together…

>I’ve been MIA from the blogging world of late. I had every intention of writing a blog entry within these last few weeks but between being swamped and exhausted, it just didn’t happen.

And then a week ago, we had a health scare with our youngest, AH. I can’t even begin to explain how incredibly scary it was.

We had been playing outside and after we came in, we realized AH was not acting like her usual self. Her balance was off and she was extremely lethargic. We took her to the emergency room immediately, where they did every test imaginable to find out what was wrong. Seriously, the works: blood and urine screenings, blood sugar testing, EKG, CT scan, spinal tap, chest X-ray. At one point, she wasn’t very responsive and her heart rate had gotten pretty high. I was totally freaking out inside, was physically shaking and trying not to panic. There was some serious praying going on.

Long story short, we stayed overnight in the hospital and thankfully, she had improved enough by the next day that we got to go home. She has completely recovered and is back to playing and laughing and the almost-two’s 🙂

I’ve thought a lot about those 24 hours over this past week. And aside from being eternally grateful that my daughter is alive and healthy, I am grateful for my Husband.

He was amazing. In the middle of all of the ER craziness, he was my beacon of calm and comfort. Looking back on it all, I am in awe of him. I know he was just as worried as I was but he was collected and decisive. I was a ball of nerves and I literally had trouble keeping my knees from shaking at some moments. He was great with AH, not taking his eyes off her, pretty much the entire time.

(The Husband keeping AH distracted)

I certainly hope nothing like this happens with any of our children ever again but I’ve tried to look for the positive in it. And if there is a silver lining that could come out of that terrifying night, it’s my new appreciation for the amazing man I married.


Chocolate/Soda Sober…

I’m on day seven of Chocolate/Soda Sober and I have to know…
Do Oreos count as chocolate? I sure could use a package or two few of milk’s favorite cookies right about now.

I’ve noticed at my desk at work is when I crave chocolate or Coke the most. I’m not sure if it’s boredom or stress; I have a feeling it’s the latter. But the good news is I’m seven days in and I haven’t harmed anyone, yet.

I’m actually kinda shocked I haven’t caved so far. I haven’t even had chocolate milk, which is nutritious, by the way!

I’m curious as to what I’ll look like at the end of my “challenge.”

And I don’t mean in terms of: I wonder if I’ll look thinner. I mean, I wonder if I’ll be sporting a twitch and look like I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Lets hope all the extra coffee I’ve been drinking will take care of that.

Peace, Love & Chocolate,

>An evening with all my babies:

>Dinner, laughter, loud, talked highs/lows of our day, more laughter, sibling wrestling, toddler artwork, “we write on paper, not people,” more giggles, hugs, kisses and sweet dreams…

What a wonderful way to end the day 🙂

>If you can’t say something nice…

>I was having a discussion with my BFF, a SAH mom and super-awesome woman, on working moms vs. SAH moms. We weren’t debating the moms themselves, but discussing the judgments passed on both and how tacky it is to presume things about the path you didn’t take. Why do women judge other women on their parenting choices?

As a mom, regardless of your employment status, it’s great to be proud of your work as a mother. What’s not okay is staring down your nose at other moms because they made a different choice than you did.

I’m a working mom. And I’m proud of how hard I work, in the office and at home. Staying at home wasn’t an option for me. If it had been, I wouldn’t be The Working Momaholic, I’d be at home.

But just because I can’t stay at home with my kids doesn’t cause me to be judgmental toward mothers who can. Nor does it make me find fault with women who could stay at home, but choose not to.

Bottom line is this:
Being a working mom is hard work.
Being a stay-at-home mom is hard work.
And with both, come sacrifices.
One is not better or worse; just different.

Isn’t that what we try to teach our kids? Just because something is different, that doesn’t make it wrong.

So build each other up, ladies. Respect the work and dedication that comes along with motherhood, no matter what shape that takes in your life. And when you can’t muster any manners, fall back on the old saying, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

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