This ought to catch me up for the Month of Thanksgivings..
On the first day of this year’s Month of Thanksgivings, I am thankful for Band Aids.
I’m not what I’d call a klutz but I pulled a stunt a couple days ago that makes me wonder.
As I mentioned in my recent post, I recently became a school teacher. Which means I get recess! Okay, I don’t get recess but my students do so that means I spend some time on the playground, so to speak.
Well, it was time to go inside, so I was calling to one of my kids over my shoulder (not watching where I was walking) and I totally ate it. I don’t mean a cutesy stumble then land on my rear. I’m talking head on, spread eagle, face down on the grass, scraped elbow and all.
If you’re anything like me, this makes you laugh, almost uncontrollably. But I had to hold in the laughter because I’ve told my little ones that it’s not nice to laugh when someone is hurt.
And their faces were like, “BOOM. That just happened.”
So, I dusted myself off, finished lining up my class and chuckled to myself all the way inside.
But on the way in, a student in a totally different grade in a completely different area outside asked, “Are you okay? I saw you trip back there.”
Awesome. There are others who saw my fight with the ground and knew I took a beat down.
‘Cause now I get to sport these nifty Winnie The Pooh band aids on my battle wound.
Happy blogging and better balance,
For the month of November, I wrote about being thankful in my Month of Thanksgivings posts.
It’s now December 18th so my Month of Thanksgivings has long since come to an end (only in blog posts, of course).
But I have some catching up to do since my last blog post was on November 23rd. That leaves a little over a week’s worth of stuff I didn’t write about in November. And even more things I am thankful for that didn’t make it in my blog mentions.
So I’m going to list, in no particular order, things I’m thankful for. Some of these things are major and some are simple petty things but I figured, what the heck, why not?
I’m thankful for all the great food I ate on Thanksgiving, particularly the desserts.
I’m thankful for my awesome family and friends. What we lack in sanity, we make up for in love.
I’m thankful for the snooze button. (this is one of those major things I talked about😉)
I’m thankful for music.
I’m thankful for The Husband. He can make me laugh, even when I don’t want to, he’s laid back, he’s a great dad. Plus, he’s pretty easy on the eyes.
I’m thankful for the fact that there are still 7 shopping days before Christmas. Naturally, as a card carrying member of Procrastinators of America, I got a really late start on my purchases.
I’m thankful for sleep. Because even though the “baby” is two and a half, there are still occasional sleepless nights of up and down with her.
I am thankful for cheese. I think cheese is one of the many blessings in life. And I’m pretty sure there’s cheese in heaven.
I’m thankful for all five senses.
I’m thankful for bribery. It would be a lot harder to get my toddler dressed and out the door each day without it.
She once took a small horse with her on her way to Ms. Amanda’s
I’m thankful for health insurance. We’ve had a couple medical emergencies this year and thankfully, we were able to get the care we needed at an affordable cost. Medical bills certainly aren’t convenient but without insurance they would have been outrageous.
I’m thankful for man’s best friend. Our sweet pug Dasher Rudolph (aka: Dashy). He was an early Christmas gift seven years ago(hence, the name) and now he’s a member of the family.
I’m thankful for God and the gift of his son, Jesus. And I’m so thankful to have found a church that feels like home for my family.
The list goes on, but these are just some of the first things that come to mind.
Now, for sure, I have my “woe is me” moments where I complain or feel sorry for myself. And I can be a bit sarcastic so it’s not all sunshine and rainbows over here in Smalltown, Tx.
But I pray that each day I’m alive I find more to be thankful for. I am ridiculously blessed with so much more than I deserve. And to Him I give all thanks.
This time of year there’s just something in the air. A cheerful spirit in people who typically, well, aren’t. A carefree excitement of sorts. A buzz of anticipation while awaiting…
That’s right, y’all. Offices everywhere are trying to stifle their happiness, hold in their mad laughter, keep from doing cartwheels outside their cubicles.
All year long, like children looking forward to their summer break, grown men and women in corporate America count down the days ’til Holiday Work Week season begins.
But the HWW isn’t just a short week in which you get days off without having to use hard earned vacation. It’s a time of exhale and reflection on all the times you nearly pulled all your hair out or drop kicked the water cooler from deadline stress. Its an accomplishment; you made it through a year of crazy busy hustle and bustle.
The Holiday Work Week is your reward.
So…Happy Holiday Work Week to my fellow HWW observers!! May your work week be quiet and your work load be light.
P.S. I’m so thankful for The HWW that it takes up Days 20-23 of the Month of Thanksgivings.
Today I am thankful to be a thriving adult who was once a tiny fragile preemie.
I was born on Veterans Day thirty two years ago. I was six weeks premature and weighed only 3 lbs. 6 oz.
In pictures I am really small and there are IV’s, a bruised hand and my head was shaved.
I decided to interview my mom for this post because I’ve never experienced a preemie birth as a mother. I wanted to share my story from her point of view.
What are the details of my birth story? How did you know something was wrong?
Well, there’s a God thing that goes on in this story because I didn’t know anything was wrong. I was visiting with a friend who was pregnant and due in November and I was due in the latter part of December. She was telling me a story about someone she knew who hadn’t felt her baby move in a long time and when she went to the doctor, it was too late. I had taken Lamaze classes and I don’t remember ever being told to worry if you hadn’t felt the baby move but that got me thinking, “When did I last feel my baby move?” I couldn’t remember but knew it had been a while so I started really paying attention to your movement. I still didn’t feel you move for the rest of the day or overnight so I got up that morning and I went to the hospital.
I got to the nearest hospital (not where I was delivering you) and they hooked me up to the heart monitors. Once I heard your heartbeat, I was relieved and thought, “Okay, my baby is fine.” However, they realized I was contracting and began to monitor those as well. I couldn’t feel the contractions; they weren’t painful, but they told me you were having delayed decelerations. Basically, this meant that your heart would decelerate after the peak of the contraction rather than during and this was causing you stress.
I was transferred to the hospital where you were delivered and they tried to stop the contractions and monitored me for a little while. Less than 48 hours later you were delivered via emergency c-section because you were no longer handling the stress well.
But had my friend never told me that story, I wouldn’t have known to worry about your not moving and wouldn’t have gone to the hospital.
What were your fears and concerns?
Oddly enough, I wasn’t really fearful. I always knew you’d be okay. The idea of you not being okay never entered my mind because if it had, I think I would have cratered. I wouldn’t have been able to handle that. Either I was young and dumb or it was footprints in the sand. I think the latter. God carried us both.
Why did I have to be fed intravenously and is this why they had to shave my head?
The digestive system is one of the very last things to fully develop so preemies aren’t usually tolerant of food in the GI tract. We tried it and this was the case with you, so yes, you had to go on IV’s. They tried to use the veins in your feet and ankles first but your veins couldn’t hold up. So the last resort – and the biggest veins – was in the head. And yes, that’s why they shaved your head.
I was 10 days old when you held me for the first time. Why did you have to wait and what was it like holding me for the first time?
You were in an incubator. Preemies don’t have enough body fat to keep their temperature at 98.6 so the incubator does that for them. Plus it kept you isolated from germs and bacteria. Once you could maintain your body temperature and you got a little stronger, you could come “out” for a little while. You were totally out of the incubator when you were about two weeks old.
When I held you for the first time, I felt like I could finally exhale. I can still remember how your skin felt when I kissed you….how sweet your forehead smelled….how warm you felt in my arms. They only let me hold you for about ten minutes. And I cried when they took you from me.
I spent the first month of my life in the hospital. How did you feel when you knew I was coming home?
I was happy but scared at the same time because now I had to take care of you all by myself. It’s the only time I ever really worried.
What else would you like to share about our story or your experience with other expectant or preemie moms?
First, technology is much better now than it was then. Have faith in your doctors, yourself and God. And kiss your baby all the time!! Most preemies are in isolation the first few weeks of their lives, so they have some snuggling to catch up on. 🙂
I still have scars on my ankles and heels from needles in the NICU but aside from the tiny dots left behind, there aren’t any lasting effects of my being born six weeks too soon.
Not all premature birth stories have the same happy ending as mine.
To learn more about the problem or be a part of the solution, check out March of Dimes.
Happy blogging and healthy babies,
A Month of Thanksgivings: Day 16
Today I’m thankful for being able to take my 2yo to a loving, structured, in-home child care provider each day while I’m at work.
I wish I could be home with AH but I can’t. And the place I take her to
adds 20 minutes on to my daily commute isn’t exactly on my way to work. But it’s a relief to know she’s at a place during the day where she won’t get lost in a crowd of other kids, she’ll have the structure of day care but will be in a home environment and Ms. A, the woman who cares for her, is really invested in each one of the children she takes care of.
Ms. A interacts with the kids, they do crafts, sing songs, read books, play outside and most recently, learn knock knock jokes 🙂
Today is Ms. A’s birthday.
So this post is a “Thank You” to her for being so great with my kid. Because it means so much more than just having a place to take her during the day where her basic necessities are met.
The fact that you truly love the kids you care for gives me peace of mind that I wouldn’t have if I took her to a traditional day care.
Thank you for all you do and Happy Birthday.
A Month of Thanksgivings: Day 15
Every workday has its morning and evening routine. And part of AH’s routine in the evenings is to come home, shed everything but the diaper and head straight to her books to “read.”
Of course she’s not actually reading, but she knows many of the stories by heart so it seems like she is, even though she’s only reciting what’s been read to her.
She’s loved being read to since she was a baby and naturally, as she gets older and wants to be more independent, likes to be the one to read.
I’m amazed at her ability to memorize story after story. By two years old she could recite The Little Red Hen, Daddy Loves Me & On The Night You Were Born, to name a few.
I am thankful for my daughter’s love of books and I hope her love of reading is something that stays with her into adulthood.