My house is quiet, finally. It is rare that I am the only one awake and it’s kind of nice. We have had so much going on lately that while I should call it a night (at 8:30) I am enjoying a few minutes of alone time while both girls and the Hubby are sleeping soundly.
A few things have been happening, first off the girls turned 8 months and are changing every day. They have started to babble using consonant sounds which I could listen to all day. They are focused on bababa and Isabelle throws in the occasional na or ma or da. Both girls are sitting up with help. While we have to be the ones to sit them up, they are not immediately toppling over which is exciting! It will be an amazing day when I can sit them down for a second and not have to look for a play mat or bouncy chair. It will be splendid when I can sit them up in the tub for baths at the same time or bring them outside in the pack n play while I get some weeding done.
Isabelle is still sleeping through the night though she occasionally throws in a night where she wakes up screaming as soon as she touches the mattress…those are fun nights…or not. Olivia is still waking up once or twice a night and taking 4-6 ounces before going back to sleep. When will this child go back to sleeping through the night? She was doing it in her rock n play but not since moving to her crib at 6 months. Mama is the only one getting up with her and Mama is tired. Olivia is also starting to roll to her belly in the wee hours of the morning. She will fuss a bit then fall asleep and stay that way until she wakes for the day. I am hoping she is like her sister and will sleep better on her belly- but I am not going to force that- she has to do it on her own time and I still put both girls to bed on their backs.
The girls are enjoying their solids, which we usually have 3 times a day. Breakfast and dinner are with oatmeal and lunch is usually just a fruit or veggie. We are onto stage two combinations and so far the only issue we might have had was a rash under Isabelle’s chin the day she tried avocado…could have been a reaction…or a bug bite. I am leaning towards bug bite reaction but we will hold off on avocados just in case for a bit. That rash brought us to the pediatrician and I casually mentioned that Isabelle hasn’t really shaken this cough since February. It is a once and a while cough, mainly at night. Well, the doctor heard a wheeze on her left lung and off we went to the hospital for a chest X-ray. My poor girl was such a trooper, as was her sister who was in her car seat far longer than anticipated. Long story was made longer because they forgot we were waiting in the kids waiting room for them to let us know if they got all of the shots they needed…so an hour and two screaming kids later I finally went in search of a human and was finally told that there is no visible cause of the wheeze..no pneumonia or foreign body. So that was good news. We are looking at a virus or asthma. I am hoping is it a virus, but we are now prepared with an inhaler just in case. I have used it with her 2-3 times now but really don’t notice a difference.
Fast forward a week and Isabelle came down with a cold. Her and I spent the night sleeping upright on the couch and off to the doctors we went the next day to be diagnosed with an ear infection. She felt much better after antibiotics were in her system though she is still pretty congested a week later. That was a Thursday. On Friday night, Olivia had a 102 degree fever and was absolutely miserable. By Saturday morning she was a mess and her and I made a trip back to the doctor’s office. Well, she would not be outdone by her sister and had a DOUBLE ear infection. So 2 sick babies and one mama who was trying desperately to get ready for their baptism the next day.
And then there was the Baptism, on the hottest day of the year to date. We set up in the side yard under some shade, had to duct tape our grill which a mouse had attacked the night before- no joke, it was fine the day prior and something chewed through the propane tube that night. I was trying to bake cupcakes for 40 people and clean up and set up and take care of two fussier than normal girls. How we got ready I still don’t know and I am sure it wasn’t perfect.
The church ceremony was disappointing as I didn’t like the deacon’s style or the lack of formality of the ceremony. My SIL, who I really haven’t written about before was driving me nuts and she happens to be a godmother- which was Hubby’s choice. I don’t really trust her to hold the girls on a normal day and now that they are approaching 20 pounds and were wearing silky dresses all I could envision was her dropping the baby. I decided to hold her goddaughter, which did not go over well with her. She pulled the “but I’m the Godmother” to which I replied “and I am her mother”. That was the end of that and I held my daughter for most of the time- but did hand her over for the actual baptizing. I am just not comfortable with her handling my kids and luckily Hubby is on close to the same page with that one.
The girls did so well at church and slept through most of the service and were ready to party when we got home. Everything was very laid back except for my MIL who tried to take over my kitchen then wanted her food set up on the deck (in the sun, where nobody was sitting). My mom had taken the appetizers to the tables in the shade, where the people were- which is what I wanted her to do. Well, MIL wouldn’t hear of it and went to argue with my mom who eventually gave up trying to reason with her and moved her food to the sunny deck. At this point my MIL said something nasty to her in Portuguese. Can I tell you how tired I am of not understanding this language and having her be able to swear at us non Portuguese speaking people without us knowing what she is saying?! I mean it is just rude and childish. If this keeps up I will either not let her speak Portuguese around my kids or my kids just won’t be hanging out with that side of the family very often. I will not expose them to such negativity and plain old meanness. So I am sure that is an argument Hubby and I will keep having over the years… Other than that, the party was very nice but I am glad it is over and plan to keep future gatherings to immediate family and a few friends.
Finally, I moved out of my classroom last night. Driving to school I was having anxiety that I made the wrong decision and I should have gone back to work. I miss my coworkers, I miss my classroom and I miss having an identity outside of my house. And then I remembered the drama and the stress and the evaluations and testing and behaviors with no consequences and you know what? I’m good. I am going to be able to give my all to my girls and there is no way I could have done that if I went back to this job. I have no idea how so many of my friends at work do it- but they rock in my book.
I am sure I will have a ton of mixed feelings about not returning to teaching and the shift that is taking place inside of myself in the coming months, but today I am at peace…well, I will be at peace once all of these boxes of books and classroom supplies find a place in my attic to be stored. J