The Husband is in D.C. enjoying a guy weekend with one of his close friends. I'm glad he is having a good time but honestly this single parenting experiment has been quite an adventure. It's a little tough not having the Husband around to provide me with little breaks from the cub or to allow me to sleep a few extra minutes in the morning. It's also been a little lonely putting the cub to bed at night. We have a routine: bath, book/story time, bottle, then bed. Originally the Husband and I would bathe our son together then I would sing or read Antonio to sleep while he drank his last bottle. Well, some weeks ago Antonio demanded that the Husband stay for the last part. Since then after Antonio's bath the Husband and I complete the routine together.
This has been a most interesting weekend to have the Husband away. On Thursday evening we noticed a weird rash on Antonio's leg. We went to see his doctor on Friday and they couldn't confirm what was wrong. We haven't introduced anything new to Antonio in a while so I was really at a lost. Saturday after the cub's first nap we noticed new rashes on his legs and hands. After speaking with my doctor's office I took him to the hospital. Let me tell you handling a 10 month old that loves to crawl/walk around at any given moment is no fun at a hospital. Not to mention trying to handle him while filling out all the proper paperwork. The entire time we were there I kept wishing I had someone to help out with the cub while I handled everything.
The end result is apparently he has hives. We can't pinpoint the cause. So of course this means I came home and washed everything and wiped down every surface in Antonio's room and play area. Needless to say after I put the cub to bed last night I was dog tired. Like clockwork the sweet giggles of my cub came through the baby monitor promptly at 7:00 AM. Every cell in my body wanted to continue to lay in bed but I lacked a wonderful husband to turn to and say "your turn to get the baby". I'm sure I sound spoiled and I am willing to admit this. I've always believed that it's the small things that count and this weekend has strengthened that belief. Very small things like handing me the Vaseline while I change Antonio's diaper make a world of a difference. Not to mention I seem to always forget to grab his diapers for his diaper caddy. I ran up and down my stairs so much this weekend my legs are actually tired. Of course these trips included my cub on my hip because I had no one to supervise him while I ran back and forth retrieving things I forgot to grab. Spoiled I tell you. Single parents across the world deserve a holiday. Heck several holidays. It's only been two days and not even a full two days and I am exhausted.
Oh and the hives seem to already be improving and Antonio is doing great.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
More Humble Pie
For those just tuning in I did a post shortly after the birth of my cub about eating humble pie. Quick synopsis...1) I hate having to admit when I'm wrong 2) I was arrogant to think I didn't need a class or book to help me with breastfeeding 3) Breastfeeding ended up being a challenge for me and I had to eat my words hence the whole humble pie thing. The link to that post which I find hilarious now is pasted below.
http://cassandracorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/breastfeeding-and-humble-pie.html
Well, I'm eating some more of that good humble pie. Before becoming a parent there were many things I observed of other parents and in my little to no knowledge arrogant mind concluded I would never do. I made judgements and accusations that let's just say I shouldn't have. Now that I know what I know and the shoe is on the other foot I'm once gain having to take large chunks of humble pie and I'm eradicating from my mouth the sentences "I will never be one of those parents..." and "I bet you my child would never..". Too often I've said these words and basically I've become "that parent". For example, I used to watch parents in restaurants as their child made a mess while eating. I watched parents hand the child item after item to try to distract or entertain the child. All the while, I would say to those around, "I will never be one of those parents". Well, I am that parent. When we go out I always take Antonio's high chair cover, table mat, plenty of toys, and a variety of food. I have learned that what my cub gobbled down on Monday he may only nibble at on Tuesday. I've also learned that the toy he loves on Wednesday can become the toy that bores him on Thursday. That being said I also pack various toys or items that will entertain him. I am "that parent" offering her child several things to see which one will catch his fancy. I am "that parent" with a bunch of stuff for one child. I am "that parent" whose child has ripped napkin paper into shreds, threw Gerber cheese puffs on the floor, and knocked his cheerios of his place mat onto the floor. Motherhood has been quite a humbling experience for me. I've never considered myself to be arrogant but a know-it-all was a different matter. I'm honestly working on this though because like I've said....I hate eating humble pie. Check out the video. Just another example of me being one of those parents.
http://cassandracorner.blogspot.com/2011/11/breastfeeding-and-humble-pie.html
Well, I'm eating some more of that good humble pie. Before becoming a parent there were many things I observed of other parents and in my little to no knowledge arrogant mind concluded I would never do. I made judgements and accusations that let's just say I shouldn't have. Now that I know what I know and the shoe is on the other foot I'm once gain having to take large chunks of humble pie and I'm eradicating from my mouth the sentences "I will never be one of those parents..." and "I bet you my child would never..". Too often I've said these words and basically I've become "that parent". For example, I used to watch parents in restaurants as their child made a mess while eating. I watched parents hand the child item after item to try to distract or entertain the child. All the while, I would say to those around, "I will never be one of those parents". Well, I am that parent. When we go out I always take Antonio's high chair cover, table mat, plenty of toys, and a variety of food. I have learned that what my cub gobbled down on Monday he may only nibble at on Tuesday. I've also learned that the toy he loves on Wednesday can become the toy that bores him on Thursday. That being said I also pack various toys or items that will entertain him. I am "that parent" offering her child several things to see which one will catch his fancy. I am "that parent" with a bunch of stuff for one child. I am "that parent" whose child has ripped napkin paper into shreds, threw Gerber cheese puffs on the floor, and knocked his cheerios of his place mat onto the floor. Motherhood has been quite a humbling experience for me. I've never considered myself to be arrogant but a know-it-all was a different matter. I'm honestly working on this though because like I've said....I hate eating humble pie. Check out the video. Just another example of me being one of those parents.
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