Childhood intervention 

So a few weeks ago I decided I would get Zoey tested to see where she is with her developmental skills. Don’t get me wrong she is very smart and expressive and she has loads of energy, but she doesn’t talk to much. She has a few select words that she uses and she knows some ASL,but she doesn’t have close to thirty (apparently she should know 30-50 words by time she is two) so of course I started to worry.  Well they called back and said that they believe that Z could benifit from seeing a speech therapist.  Now of course everyone has their opinions on the topic of Z seeing a speech therapist, but all I keep saying is, what could it hurt for us to try?  Everyone tells me,”ohh she will do it when she is ready.”  OR “are you sure it is something she really needs?”  And the best one of all “Well my kids didn’t start talking until….”.   And I of course have answers to all of them.  First answer to the “when she’s ready” people.  Yes I know that I could wake up one day and she could start talking and then she will never stop after that,  but that is where you miss my point of doing this in the first place.  She is almost 2 and uses sign more than words and only has a vocabulary of 10 words.  And it makes communication between us very difficult.  So if I feel this might help my child and I communicate better then I am doing it.  To the “does she really need it?” people,  well I don’t know if she needs it, but since I have become a mom the one thing I have learned is follow my gut when it comes to the betterment of my child.  So once again why not try it, who is it really going to hurt?  If it’s not for us then it’s not,but if it turns out to Benifit her then I am doing it.  And lastly to the “Well my kids…”. My kid is not your kid,  it’s just that plain and simple.  Every kid is different and every parents styles are different.  What it all comes down to is this the one thing every parent can agree on, our children are precious. They deserve every chance and opportunity we can give to them. Not because it’s something our parents couldn’t give to us, but simply because they deserve it.  So I have decided I am going to meet with the therapist and see what she says and go from there.  No high expectations or negativity going into this process, we will just see how it goes day by day. 

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Embarking on 2 years.

Well in just a couple of months my little Z will be turning two.  We are pretty much done with teething (thank god!!). She was actually pretty good with teethin until the last four had to come in. But now we have started the tantrums and the pure hatred for the word no.  Which seems like it’s the only word in my vocabulary anymore.  And the hitting, pinching or occasional biting has been horrendous.  All I know is I am not looking forward to the “terrible twos” but I am starting to realize why people call it that.

I’m back!

Well at least I am trying to make a comeback.  It has been a long time since I wrote anything on my site.  While I know I should have been writing, as always life gets in the way.  Being a stay at home mom is not easy, so finding the time to sit down and write has been difficult for me. Like right now it’s 4 am and I am up with my LO.  So why not take the time to finally write something.

Burp cloths…YAY! Or Nay.

So after being a mom for two months I personally have given up on draping a burp cloth over my shoulder as I burp baby Z.  Most of the time she spits up on me after I have burped her and have removed the cloth.  The other thing is they are very small I ended up using clean kitchen towels or even her bibs most of the time.  Don’t get me wrong they are great to use while traveling but at home I just have stopped caring all together.  So for me burp cloths get a meh!

To sleep or not to sleep….Haha that doesn’t happen.

After being up for six hours last night with Z there is something everyone needs to know. You do not sleep when baby sleeps like ever!! In fact just prepare for not sleeping most of the night as well as not napping when baby naps. Also you will start to find it very annoying when people tell you ohh sleep when baby does or I hope your getting rest…it will literally drive you a little mad and make you want to tell those people where to shove it. Ohh and those people usually don’t have kids or have forgotten about the sleepless nights.

My boobs my choice!!!

I knew breastfeeding was going to be hard and kind of painful. Also I understand that there is a sisterhood of breastfeeding moms out there, but I’m not one of them. For me it’s personal…very personal. It’s a time for me and little Z to bond and that’s the way it should be. I do not really want to discuss my methods or my experiences with family, friends or strangers. I don’t want emails from them about breastfeeding or books or for them to talk to their friends about me and my boobs. And I think I have that right like I said my boobs my choice!

The pregnancy (part 2)

The moment comes when you have been to the doctor and your pregnancy is confirmed and you realize you have to tell your family and friends about your life changing news. I had a pretty positive reaction from our families, my mom was surprised and his mom cried. We took the easy way out with most friends and did a Facebook photo post. And the rest of our family members found out by our moms. So it wasn’t too bad telling people of our upcoming life change. It is what happens after that, that makes telling everyone a little annoying. Everyone and their mother wants to give you advice. People who don’t have kids (but their friend or a family member does) want to tell you the stories they have been told, your mothers want to give out free advice even though you know times have changed and things are different from 30 years ago. People try to talk about breastfeeding and its benefits in front of others which is pretty uncomfortable. My list about this can go on and on. The part that makes all of this free mostly unwanted advice the most stressful if you have to be polite and do the smile and nod that way you don’t hurt anyone’s feelings. When you secretly want to just have it all stop. Oh and it’s lasts the entire pregnancy. For me it wasn’t morning sickness in the first trimester it was trying not to be a hormonal crazy woman ready to rip off your head and tell you off about the unsolicited advice. Morning sickness was a piece of cake I just couldn’t be around garlic or bacon, sucked for my husband who makes bacon egg and cheese before work because he had to give it up until I could stomach it again, but that was it.

First day alone with Z

Today my husband went back to work and it was just Z and I alone for the whole day. At first I was scared. I had this fear like what if she cried all day and I couldn’t fix it…because my husband has a certain way to soothe her. But we did pretty good for our first day together. She slept a lot and I was able to get some laundry done….so as I sit here later on in the evening while my husband holds her I realized one thing, I am pretty lucky I got a good kid.

The Pregnancy (part 1)

I remember it like it was yesterday, March 14th 2014 was the day I found out I was pregnant. I was in shock when that little stick came up pregnant, so much shock that I took about 12 of those tests and saved each one. When my husband got home I didn’t know how to tell him so I just threw a plastic zip lock bag full of tests at him and said we are having a baby. He was shocked and turned white and I cried…Z was not planned, we were not trying nor was having a baby even a discussion. We both sat in our living room not knowing what to do next. So I made the move and made an appointment with a doctor to confirm my pregnancy (like 12 tests were not enough) and see where we go from there.

Let’s get into it!

Okay…so it’s time to get down to the nitty gritty, the honest truth about being pregnant, labor and life after you come home from the hospital. Every woman has a different experience and if you ask me not everyone wants to tell you the total and complete truth about it either. So as you read more posts over the next couple days, weeks or months expect me not to hold back on anything.