Friday, December 14, 2012

Occupational Hazard #17.......... Difficult Days

I write this blog primarily as a tongue in cheek interpretation of the insanity that goes on in our day to day lives as Mommies....

My husband and I were getting ready to go to KT's preschool Christmas Play (her first one ever) this morning when the most unthinkable act I have experienced in my lifetime occurred.  No one really knows the fine details yet, but the bottom line is a 20 year old kid walked into an elementary school in Connecticut today and killed innocent kids, teachers and a principal.   20 children were rushed off to school this morning and those 20 kids aren't home tonight.  Those kids probably have stockings and gifts waiting for them and ornaments on trees at their homes....    I can't even begin to grasp the idea.  I am so upset for these poor families....  I've never met them.  I don't know these kids.  I've never even been to Connecticut.  However, I'm a mom.    You automatically go to that dark place.   What if that was my kid?   You don't want to think about it, but you do.   My heart is absolutely broken.

I can remember 9/11... I was 21.  I wasn't a parent.  I was terrified.... terrified for myself.   The terror that I felt today, terror for my children.   Knowing that there is going to come a time where I have to trust that they'll be safe.  At one time, this would be when they start driving, or when they go off to college or when they're on their own....   This would have never been and SHOULD not be elementary school.  I really have nothing to say, other than I'm heart broken.

With that -- today I'm thankful for:

  • whining
  • teething
  • colic
  • stomach bugs
  • temper tantrums
  • fighting sleep
  • clingy kids
  • 3 million questions
  • picky eaters
  • embarrassing questions
  • less time with my friends
  • stressing about work/home life balance
  • dirty diapers
  • packing lunches
  • baby/kid laundry
  • ear infections
  • dr appts
  • physical/occupational therapy
  • toys all over my house
  • constantly having dirty dishes in my sink
  • bundling kids up in hats/gloves/winter coats
  • mismatched kid socks
  • taking 30 extra minutes to get out of the house each day
  • baby hugs
  • baby kisses
  • baby giggles
  • dancing baby/kids



Friday, December 7, 2012

Occupational Hazard #16....ELF ON A GEE DEE SHELF!

Let me first mention, that our Elf on a Shelf was a gift from my sister for the girls.  It's something that I learned about last year or the year before and thought that one of these years, we could introduce it into our house/lives/insanity.  When my sister asked if I wanted her to get it for us, I was all for it and still am glad she was kind enough to purchase it.....  however, the thought/time/effort into remembering to keep the Elf going each night is definitely worth a blog....

KT's birthday is early Dec (another upcoming blog should definitely be her most recent birthday party) and I feel badly for that because it's freezing, it's close to Christmas AND Thanksgiving.  Since there's SO much going on during that time, I do my best to keep ALL that is Christmas until AFTER her birthday.  Luckily, since I'm never over enthusiastic about decorating for Christmas and because her birthday is just a few days into December, that's not a problem.

THIS year, my sister gave us "ELF" a few weeks before Thanksgiving.   She bought the GIRL version that comes sporting some earrings and eyelashes and she bought a skirt for her to wear.  It just so happens that BK was home one evening while I was getting the girls bathed and ready for bed.  I broke out the book to explain the story of the Elf and KT was actually REALLY intrigued.  I could tell she didn't completely understand what was about to go down, but she was interested and actually cared/understood more than I expected.


Since BK was home that night and the next day (I actually think we put it out for her to find on Thanksgiving), I made the executive decision to unveil the elf.  She spotted her right away and came to wake us up MUCH earlier than necessary on Thanksgiving.   She was excited...so was I.  It was a win/win.

That day, she was thinking about possible names and kept asking a ton of questions:


  1. Is she real?
  2. Is she frozen?
  3. Why can't she move?
  4. Can she play games with me if I don't touch her?
  5. Does she have green eyes?
OK, so I wasn't figuring on the 20 minute interview on the internal workings of this elf.  It's a damn elf, it watches you, SO FREAKING BE GOOD! 

Not so much.   She wasn't being bad, but she just didn't understand how this elf got to our house and why she was sitting on our pots and pans and why she couldn't be touched and how she's going to get back to Santa........  sigh.

That night, we read the book again.....  talked about how she was a good girl that day and the Elf should relay that message to Santa....  

  1. Is tomorrow Christmas?
  2. Am I going to get presesnts?
  3. Will the Elf move if I'm awake?
  4. Where does the Elf go to find Santa?
  5. How does she get there?
GO.TO.BED.

The next morning, Katie found "ELF" on (imagine this...) a shelf in the living room.  I figure if I kept her up high, the desire to touch the Elf may actually wear off and she can understand that the Elf is magic and can't be touched, and blah blah....  Day 2, she was named..... Katie came to me and said, "I want to name her Joan Jett Rockstar."  I said, well, Joan Jett is already someone's name and you love her and you also love the song, "Kiss me ONCEEEE," so what about Lita Jett Rockstar?"  

Katie - "YES!!!"

And with that, Lita Jett Rockstar got her name:




OK, so it's now the day after Thanksgiving and I thought to myself.... it's not even December and I have to hide this Elf HOW MANY MORE DAYS?   Praise Jesus for sites like Instagram and Pinterest.  You gotta love people that have entirely too much freaking time on their hands and can think of the most ridic poses/ideas/situations for this damn Elf.

I can count 3 times now that I woke up in the middle of the night and totally forgot to move the damn thing.....came downstairs, found somewhere that requires no thought whatsoever, in the nick of time.  KT loved it....   Whew....I may be getting off easily this year b/c she just wants to make sure Lita Jett comes back.   She doesn't care that I put too much creative effort into finding crap for this thing to actually do....  it's all about working your way into something.   There's NO reason to come out of the gate like GANG busters and use up all the damn good ideas this year while BG is too damn young to know what's going on and the novelty of this creeper elf coming to our house and posing in various places each and every night.

Lita Jett has spent time on the microwave, in in 2 poses on a ceiling fan, on a curtain rod, hanging from a cabinet above the toilet.....   it's all about the KISS method....keep it simple, stupid.








The other night, I started to stalk Pinterest and Instagram.   Honestly, Pinterest is enough to through me into an anxiety attack.   The site annoys me, mostly because often times, people rip off other people's ideas and try to act like they are so damn creative.  I give props to those people that post stuff (either on Pinterest or FB), and get compliments about whatever they did and instead of taking all of the credit, come back with something to the effect of, "I saw it on Pinterest!"   I guess the whole idea of the site is to post stuff to share so others can take part in the fun....people like me who are pretty creative in being sarcastic and can sure put on a good YouTube performance, but can't do a damn thing in the kitchen or with 99% of the merchandise found at AC MOORE.

I thought that I would give this creative thing a shot and I think KT has liked it.  The other night, Lita Jett hung out in a party van with some princesses, one of the triplets from Brave and a Lalaloopsy.


2 nights ago, I decided to try the zip line...



Boy was I proud of this thing.... that's a bendable bunny in the back and the Zoo Keeper up front.... I even incorporated Candy Canes.... festive, huh?

I was at my parents' house the night after this awesome trick and KT started to say how her Elf was hanging from a string in the sky....it was "so cool."   I reached to get my phone, to show my awesome stolen, borrowed creativity and SPLAT......my 1 1/2 month old iPhone5 went right into the soup we were eating.   Speakerphone didn't work, volume was up the whole way.  I could barely hear the phone ring and text messages....   I was trying not to freak out.  DAMN ELF!

We got home and miraculously, we were back in business.... I could hear music, songs, texts, Voxer, etc etc etc....   That Elf almost had seen her last day here at the Lair.  

Since all was calm, I decided to have another fun day with the Elf...again, stolen from folks much more creative than I:



I keep hearing all sorts of commercials on the radio/seeing commercials on TV that talk about the importance REALLY thinking it through before you purchase a pet for someone else for a Christmas gift.   It's not unlike owning an Elf on the Shelf.

Things to consider prior to the ELF on a Shelf Purchase

  •  REMEMBER - this is by far the most difficult.   You think, are the kids in bed? Are they going to stay there for the night?  God forbid you move the elf prematurely.  I have a 4 year old that likes to ask 32 questions before I leave her room each night and tends to carry those questions into overtime to delay sleep after I DO leave her room.   By the time you actually realize the kids are down for the night and you stumble up to bed, half of the time the elf is forgotten and not moved.
  • It's a competition.   Anyone can put your Elf on an actual shelf to "oversee" the behavior.  From what I have read, this isn't a "new" idea.   Elves have been on shelves for years and years and years and they used to just simply sit on the damn shelf and "watch" kids.  Now, they've got outfits and pierced ears and need to be part of a parade when introduced and need to be incorporated in to other toys, appliances, furniture, ETC ETC ETC to make things more "fun."  As previously mentioned, get yourself an account on Pinterest and Instagram to help alleviate this stress.
  • Questions........  AS IF THERE WEREN'T ENOUGH QUESTIONS in my life...  KT is just starting to figure out this Christmas thing.   Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, because it shows she's got some brain cells), she doesn't quite like the idea of this creeper Elf and creeper old man barging in and out of our house at their own discretion whilst we sleep. Be prepared and QUICK on your feet when faced with the interrogation.
  • DO NOT TOUCH THE ELF......   A few days into this jazz, I thought I was doing a funny thing by hanging the Elf upside down from our ceiling fan.  During our insane morning routine, I walked into the Elf, bumping her with my forehead.....  KT's eyes got wide.  I reached up and stopped her with my hand and I thought KT was going to throw up.   "Mommy.you.touch.Lita.Jett.Rockstar.   Her magic is gone."  Damn book and damn lying to my kid about how Mommies are the only people that can touch elves because we take care of our babies and if the Elf needs help while they're in a house, they can go to the Mommy.   WTF.... she bought it, let's move on.
  • If you come up with a REALLY COOL, REALLY CREATIVE ELF POSE (original or stolen), please make sure the Elf is secure.  After my iPhone took a dive into some corn soup, we came home and I found the Elf, duct taped to the candy cane, on the floor.  I hurried to rush KT downstairs to the family room so I could rectify the situation before she had a coronary and I had another 400 questions to answer.   I guess I could have fallen back on the "Mommies can help Elves" theory, but Christ.... it was late, my phone and I had been through a lot this week.  I couldn't handle further interrogation.
  • DO NOT START TOO EARLY.  I admit it; I jumped the gun.  It was too soon to start this Elf jazz.   I was overly excited to do it.   I had KT pumped up and BK was home; it seemed like the perfect time.  In all reality, do not start this mess prior to Thanksgiving.   I also think that I won't start it next year until after KT's birthday.... maybe have her come out ON her birthday.   That buys me about a week of creativity anyway...
Today, I pulled a few Christmas decorations out, since KT's birthday is behind us.  The good news about this is this opens up an entire new world of hiding places.   Praise the Lord.



Hey, I think I'm ahead of the game.... the Elf has been moved and it's before 11PM....  She's in a "new" spot that will be liked, even though she's already been on that shelf before.   She's never been in the stocking.   Sigh.....    

At least, I can save some of the "more creative" options for the 18 more days we've got of this ordeal.  I'm up for new ideas of where you've stashed your Elves.....  that way it's less work/brain power necessary to complete this daunting task each day.  :-)

With that, HAPPY ELVING!  

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Occupational Hazard #15 --- I always feel like...somebody's watching me....

As if life isn't insane enough with my two little munchkins hanging off my arms, legs, neck, back, etc etc every step I take, now I have to deal with people who I can't see.   For awhile now, KT's had some imaginary friends join us.   We had Lee-Wun (of Caillou fame) and Tiana (my guess is as in the Princess and the Frog) and one other one that I can't remember their name...because it isn't really a word or a name.  The "friends" mostly were around while we played "tea party" or "cafe."  For some reason, KT still does not have the word restaurant in her vocabulary.  Thanks to the Imagination Movers and the Imagination Cafe, all establishments that sell food are known as "cafes" in this house.

For nearly a year, we've had the pleasure of knowing "Princess Allie."  Allie is ironic for a few reasons.   It was almost BG's name, first of all.   Secondly, she's the princess in the Dora book and video game that has been in our lives more times than I can even begin to calculate.   It's funny to me that she chose Princess Allie, but that's her girl and she's here A LOT.

I had our first parent/teacher meeting with KT's preschool teacher this week and COMPLETELY forgot to ask her teacher if Princess Allie ever shows up.   I guess the fact that her teacher didn't bring it up is a good sign.  I've asked KT if Princess Allie goes to school with her ever and have been told that she's not in her class because she goes to "anudder" school.   Then I'm reminded that she's not "FREE AND A HALF" (3 1/2) like KT.   Princess Allie is often many different ages.  More often than not, she's 5.  However, the other day, she was allowed to sit in the front with me b/c she wasn't a kid.   She was "FURTY FREE" like me.  Apparently, when you're 33, you get to sit in the front seat and never sit in the back.

Princess Allie went on a camping trip a few months ago.  My sister and her husband took KT for a 4 days to their cabin in the mountains.  It was literally the first time that she was gone for more than 24 hours.  Even when I was in the hospital with BG, I got to see her.   I wasn't sure how KT would do, but she was a rockstar (like always) and despite the fact that I nailed her too hard with Mirolax the few days prior to "camping," she was good to go (as long as they took her kiddo potty with her at all times).
That's a different hazard for a blog in the future.....



KT posing with Princess Allie at "the camping."


While they were camping, KT got VERY angry with Princess Allie a few times.   I guess she wasn't going to the potty like a big girl and since that's all KT was doing, it was on her brain.  I'm not sure if having Princess Allie with her was comfort from being away from Mommy and Daddy, or just because she's plain crazy.

A couple days ago, I was making dinner and we had a conversation about Princess Allie....

KT: "Mommy, we can't have ham for dinner because Princess Allie doesn't like it." (my guess is that KT didn't like it either and that was her attempted way out.

ME: "Well, that's what we're having for dinner, so she can take it or leave it."

KT: "Well, she's hungry, and she doesn't like that."

ME: "Well, where is her mother?  She needs to feed her before she comes over to this house.  I'm busy enough trying to feed you and your sister all of the time.  I can't worry about her too."

KT: "She just went home."

GRAND


This afternoon, we were informed that today was Princess Allie's birthday.   

ME: "How old is she?"
KT: "Furty six (36)"
ME: "I thought she was 5 the other day!"
KT: "Well, now she's 36."
ME: "OK...cool.  You're getting a bath after we eat dinner."
KT: "Princess Allie is going to take a bath with me and BG."
ME: "I don't think that our tub is big enough to fit a 1 year old, a 3 1/2 year old and a 36 year old.  Besides, that's just creepy.   Kids don't take baths with 36 year olds."
KT: "Oh, Princess Allie isn't 36.   I mean, she's 3."


During dinner.....
KT: "Princess Allie is coming over soon."
ME: "She is?"
KT: "Yes, she has to eat supper at her house first."
ME: "I'm glad that her mother fed her this time."
KT: "Excuse me, I have to go let her in.  She's here."  (She got up from the table and walked to the front door).   "Come in, Allie.  Let me get the door for you."  Then she mumbled a bunch of stuff under her breath that I couldn't understand.
ME: "What did you say?"
KT: "I was TALKING TO ALLIE."


Princess Allie was "talked about" a lot during our recent trip to VA.  She kept telling everyone that Allie was at home and didn't make the trip, but my cousin was relentless at declaring she was in attendance.   It drove KT crazy.....it was pretty funny to see her protest.  

I've had to bathe this kid/person, feed her (real food/bowls), lift her over the baby gates, take her picture, serve her pretend food, get her a place at a tea party, buckle her in the car, talk to her, put her in time out, send her home, put something on TV for her....    I guess imaginary friends are normal, but to this detail?   My sister had an imaginary friend...named "Watcha" (pronounced Watch-uh).  She grew up to be mostly normal.....  

I think I'm going to try that tomorrow....mumble a bunch of crap under my breath and then when someone asks me what I said, I'm going to say that I'm talking to my imaginary friend....  sigh....

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Occupational Hazard #14 - Kids will think "When Mom was young..... she wasn't as cool as she thought she was."

Recently, KT has added the following phrases (and others like it) to her vocabulary:


  • "That's so cool"
  • "That's so awesome"
At first, I chuckled and thought that it was "so cool" to hear her saying these things.   Usually, she's talking about a toy she saw on tv or in a store.   Sometimes, she is referring to an app on my iPad or her iPod touch.   Other times, it's can be referring to clothes or makeup or shoes..... she's pretty girly.   

A few occasions recently, I have pointed out something that I thought was "so cool" and quickly found out that she didn't have the same feelings.   She may say, "that's not cool, that's for babies" or "that's not cool, that's for boys."  Clearly defining that she knows what's cool and mom does not.  

This made me think about me as a pre-teen (I know KT is only almost 4, but seriously, she may as well be pre-teen).   The other day, KT asked me if she could shave her legs and arms because there's hair on them.  I told her to "wait till she was in kindergarten."  She promptly told my mother that I said she could shave her legs in kindergarten...which sparked a NOT cool conversation with my own mother.

Anyway, I can remember being a kid and when my mom mentioned things that she did as a kid that were "cool" or boys that were actors that the girls thought were "cool."  In most cases, I couldn't imagine that these things or those people could EVER be seen as "cool."   That was never going to happen with Katie.  Obviously, I'm awesome and I exude "cool."

I thought about actors that were "cool" when my mom was a kid or young adult...  then I thought about the actors/athletes that I used to think were "cool."  For the most part here, "cool" describes guys that I found to be attractive as a preteen/teenager and beyond...

Here are a few that came to mind:













My daughter is going to tell all of her friends that I'm DEFINITELY not "cool" and that I was once obsessed with mullets.



Perhaps, that's what inspired my all-time best Halloween Costume ever: Joan Dirt






Monday, September 3, 2012

Occupational Hazard #13 - 20 Questions

Since my last blog post was kind of a downer, kind of a cry for help and sort of a gut wrenching hazard of being a parent, it's time to get back to the funny side of being a mom.  I appreciate everyone's help and input regarding BG's torticollis. Her Hershey Med appt never happened thanks to a scheduling error, but another friend has reached out and got me in touch with an awesome Occupational Therapist.  Please continue to keep BG in your thoughts and hope (as hard as you can hope) that we may be on the right path to getting her help.  We have her Botox consultation tomorrow @ Hershey Med so I am hoping that good things can come from that.

Anyhow....  we all have things that we stress about as parents.  Maybe one of your kids has some medical issues, maybe you have to be "creative" while figuring out how to pay bills, maybe you or your spouse recently was in need of back surgery and was out of work for a few months, maybe things around the house need to be done, maybe your job is stressful, maybe you have 10 loads of laundry that need to be folded, maybe you're just craving some adult time with your friends.......   we all have stress.

Maybe you have a 3 or 4 year older that just wants to find out about the world.  They don't understand the stress that you're dealing with each day.  They don't get the fact that there are other things in this world other than them.   They are the center of their own universe and believe that they are also the center of your universe.  When they were 2, they didn't "get" it all, and that was ok.  Whatever....   their brains were so completely impulsive and ADD that they didn't waste a single moment on something they didn't really understand.   They just moved to the next shiny, interesting thing and focused their attention to that.

Our 3 1/2 year old has quite an imagination.   She is starting to want to know how things work.  She is starting to put things together and isn't easily "tricked" or "diverted" as she was in days gone by.  Instead, the most simple, non-compelling moment from your typical day can turn into an interrogation and bombarding of a million questions of things that pop into her head while she goes through this interrogation.

EXHAUSTING.

For the most part, you have to appreciate the fact that they have enough brain activity to wonder about such things.  However, throw in an almost 1 year old and any number of the aforementioned stressors (and any other stressors that were not listed), and it's enough to make even the strongest nerves crack.

I would rather that she's inquisitive instead of a lump, but omg...

Here is a list of things that I've been asked in the past week.   I've been trying to keep them in my head, but shit, I'm too stressed to remember all of these stressing questions.


  • What is inside our walls?
  • What is inside the floor?
  • When I flush my toilet, does the poop go in the floor?
  • What does a sewer do (follow up to the last question)
  • Is this the sewer; I don't see any poop? (standing on the grate in the street during our walk the next day).
  • What is that fan made of?
    • Answer - wood metal and a motor
  • How do you make a motor?
  • What color is a motor?
  • How does your car run?
  • Why do you need gas?
  • How do you make plastic?
  • How does the postal system work?
    • ME:How do you think it works?
      • KT:I think you write a zip code on a mail and you send it in the mailbox.
  • Why does your shampoo hurt my eyes, but my shampoo doesn't?
  • Why can't babies talk?
  • When is my sister going to talk?
  • Mommy can you download this onto your phone?
    • Mommy, does this app cost money?
    • Mommy, is my phone dead?
    • Mommy, how do you charge it?
  • Mommy, how do you make an apple?
  • How do I touch the moon?
  • Why can't I touch a rainbow?
  • Where is the thunder?

I am sure that I'll think of 300 other questions as soon as I hit publish, but frankly, I'm going to sit and detox my brain from the day's interrogations and bury my face in some yahtzee.  :-)

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Occupational Hazard #12 - Mommy Guilt

Most of my posts are funny and tongue-in-cheek.  I'm not feeling funny OR tongue-in-cheeky, so I almost didn't post this.   Truth is, while most of "Mommy-hood" is insanely crazy, but ridiculously rewarding and entertaining, it's not always that way.  As we go through the different stages, most of the time, we do what we do because it's what we think is the best way for survival.  We don't intentionally mean any harm and always want to do what's best for our family, but sometimes that just isn't good enough.   That sucks.

As mentioned before, BG was a colicky mess of a baby.   She hated the car, she hated the swing, she hated when she wasn't swaddled, she hated being held, she hated being fed, she hated tummy time (hate doesn't even to begin to justify how she felt about that).   Basically, she hated to be awake.   She wanted a swaddle to the point her eyeballs were practically popping out of her head, a loud noisy place (usually the kitchen under the exhaust fan with the dishwasher running) and in her bouncy seat.   When she slept, I let her sleep.   I knew better than to awake the beast.  I didn't force tummy time too much because KT hated it too.   They both had bad reflux.  KT's back of her head was pretty flat for a few months and I was always concerned that it was too flat and everyone said "she'll be fine, it's not that bad."   She was fine.   By the time she was 6 months, her head was fine and she was moving and grooving.   The reflux was gone (for the most part).   I figured we'd have the same this time around too.  I didn't stress.   I had too many other things to stress about.

Around 2 months (probably before), I noticed that BG's left shoulder was always hiked up to her left ear.   She always slept with her head tilted to the side (it looked as if a rubber band connected her ear and shoulder).   Whenever I did force her and torture her with tummy time, she had an awkward position that I just knew was not right.  Her pediatrician said, "she may have some mild torticollis, but by the time she's here for her 4 month appointment, you'll never know."   I told her that I had been trying to feed her from the other side and position her differently and try to get her tummy time...all the stuff that I did with KT and that I saw online when researching torticollis.  She assured me all was well and to keep that up.   She said that I could seek PT if I wanted, but she didn't feel as though it was necessary.   In my head, I thought that I was probably overreacting and dragging KT around to PT appts in winter while BK was on the road was just going to be more stressful for all of us involved.  I'd give it some time and try to fix things on my own.

At her 4 month appt, I brought it up again.  In the meantime, I also had a fb friend reach out to me and let me know that her daughter had torticollis and she had early intervention come to the house and show them stretches.  I had already started this process prior to our 4 month checkup.   Again, the Pediatrician said it was mild and I could reach out for PT, but she didn't feel as though it was necessary.  BG was still sleeping in her bouncy seat every night (most nights it was inside her crib) and I was concerned about her positioning, but the Pediatrician said that we needed to do what we needed to do to get her asleep.  Try to work with her while she's awake.   She'll be fine.

Early Intervention has worked with BG since she was around 5 months old.   At first, we did OT and PT, 1 time a week, alternating weeks.   So she'd have PT twice a month and OT twice a month.   After a few sessions of OT, when the OT wound up stretching her more than anything, I suggested that we switched to all PT and everyone agreed that would probably be best.   We'd go a week here and there where she was tilted, but we thought we were making progress and we shouldn't have too much trouble "straightening her out."   This was something that just takes time and is annoying, but will work itself out.

Around 7 months, BG was not sitting well.   She wasn't crawling.   She actually showed some weakness in her left arm.   Our Pediatrician was on maternity leave, so I made an appointment just to have another set of eyes check her out.  The Dr who saw her that day had been there for many, many years and saw me and my sisters as kids.   He recommended that we took her to a pediatric Neurologist, just to be sure.  He didn't like the weakness in her left arm either.

At my request on facebook about local neurologists, I received some other information about other PTs that wanted to see BG.   I took her to 2 PTs, that said her case was mild and typically, they don't work on children "her age" because this is gone by now.   They were unable to help.

The neurologist did an exam on her and felt that everything was ok with her brain.   He was pretty sure that her bones were fine too, but the only way to be certain was to order an MRI.  This required her to be unconscious for about 1 1/2 hr so they could make sure she was still for the pictures.  We took her to have the MRI at Lancaster General Hospital on her 9 month birthday.  She handled anesthesia like a champ.   She did so great.  I was so proud of her.   When I went back to see her in recovery, I walked back with another mother who had a daughter (probably about 7 or 8) that had her tonsils taken out.   The volunteer called both of our names and we just walked and walked and walked back these halls, taking so many turns.  It seemed like forever till we got to recovery.   No one said a word.   We both had tears coming down our faces by the time we got to our babies.   Her daughter was feeling pretty rough and crying.   My BG was surrounded by about 6 nurses.   When they parted, so I could see her - they all were smiling and laughing.   BG had the biggest smile on her face and the one nurse had her hands underneath BG's armpits while she bounced and bounced and bounced away.   I couldn't believe it.   I grabbed her and just kept asking everyone if she was OK.....  when obviously, she was.   They laughed and said she was adorable and said they couldn't believe how much she was bouncing and asked if she had a jumperoo at home.   It would be a few days before we would hear about the results of the MRI, but for now, I had hoped the worst was over.

Thankfully, the MRI revealed that all was OK with her brain and spine.   This was ruling out neuro problems like a brain injury at birth, cerebral palsy, bone disorders, etc etc.   While everyone was telling us she probably was ok, everyone was also telling us that this should be gone by the time she was 4 months old and here she was 9 and it was still there.   However, since she was 8 months old, she had now mastered sitting, could army crawl/starting to crawl with belly off the floor and had seemed to not show weakness in her left arm any longer.  Perhaps we were on our way after all.

The neurologist also suggested that we went to Hershey Medical Center to have a consult on Botox therapy.   Yes, Botox.   The theory behind this is that the SCM muscle that is tight would be injected and "paralyzed."   This, combined with PT should help to stretch it out, so she could gain full range of motion.   When full ROM has been accomplished, PT can then be used to strengthen the non-tort side, which is weaker and not used to holding the head up.

The amount of push back I get from people on this is astounding.  Obviously, PT alone isn't doing the trick.   Obviously, it's not going away on its own.   I'm tired of sitting back and not doing anything.   I am the one in the house that does her PT.  I'm the one that spends all night long trying to get things done in the house, trying to pay attention to our other daughter and trying to stretch/strengthen BG's neck.   She screams, she fusses, she's uncomfortable, she's tired of me messing with her and it wears on a person.   I become short with KT and that's not fair.   All I want to do is fix her head and I can't.   Mommy guilt.    I put a tv show on to occupy KT while I stretch and do exercises.  Keeping KT downstairs all alone.   Mommy guilt.

When she was a baby, I should have done more tummy time.  I should have done more stretching.  Should I have taken her to the chiropractor that wanted to see her for her colic?   Could that have fixed this mess without having to do this?   I probably should not have let her sleep in her bouncy seat as much as I did, but she couldn't sleep flat because of her reflux.   I was home, virtually alone, just trying to do my best and now she's almost a year old and every time I look at her it's a damn reminder of what I didn't do or what I could have done.   If I had taken her to the PT at 2 months old, perhaps he could have fixed her.   If I didn't wait so long to get Early Intervention, maybe they could have fixed her.   If I was not on my own the majority of the week, maybe something could have been different.

Would it have mattered?  Maybe. Maybe not.

I have researched techniques and doctors and have asked questions in forums and have started my own forums and I'm still at a loss.  There's a Dr. near Philly that does not take insurance. He says on his website that he can fix kids with torticollis.   Can he really?  No insurance, no credit cards, no checks........   Mommy Guilt.

I work full time.  I can't expect others to be there to stretch her and help her and fix her while I work all day.  I do enjoy my job and I know that it's necessary for me to work, but picking her up every day and seeing her head "not straight" is just like a punch in the face.  What could I do differently if I wasn't at work all day, that could get her out of this situation?

There's a Dr in Atlanta that has seen several babies in a tort group of which I belong on Yahoo! Groups.  Do I pack BG up, hop on a plane and go to Atlanta?  I would in a second if it would work.

Every appointment that I we go to, I hope.   I just hope that someone can give me the answer.  They can do something to make this nightmare go away.   As time goes on, the harder it will get to fix.   As time goes on, the more she'll learn to adapt, causing other bad habits and potentially causing more issues like vision problems, curvature of her spine and god knows what the hell else.

The reason I have chosen to open up my frustrations on this blog was 2 fold.   First of all, I'm about to explode with frustration.   I do not want people to look at her and wonder what's wrong.  To wonder what I am not doing and why she's crooked.  I don't want her to get to school and to not look "right."   I do not want her to have other issues arise because of something that I did not fix.   I have always been dramatic and a bit of a worrier, which doesn't help in situations like this because everyone seems to downplay my level of frustration.   If 1 person is supposed to be able to fix stuff, it's mom.   When mom can't fix it, well....   that's simply not an option.    For that reason, I have decided to not rest my brain until we have a solution.   I don't care how many vacation days I need to use.  I don't care if I have to take unpaid time off of work because I used up all of my vacation days.  I don't care how many miles I put on my car.  I don't care if I need to fly to  Atlanta.  I don't care who tells me that "it's not a big problem."   I will not rest until I see that she's fixed.   I've got a pretty keen eye on the issue.  Others say, "I can barely notice it."   Right, it isn't like she's got a 3rd eye on her face.  It's not that she's so severely deformed (I could not imagine being a mother of a child like that.   This is too much for me to bear some days.   God bless those children and their parents).   However, I can tell that she's got something limiting her mobility and something limiting her from doing tasks she should be doing at her age.

I know this "condition" isn't life threatening.  I know that there are things out there that parents have to deal with and kids have to experience that can't even compare to this "issue."   However, it's important to me that we get it fixed.   Whatever it takes.   For her.

For weeks, I've had it in my head "sure we'll keep this Botox appointment for August 31st.  I am sure that by the time we get there, the dr will suggest that it's not necessary."   It hit me like a ton of bricks a few days ago.   It's not going to be better by next week.   It's not going to be better by her first birthday. I am not sure when it's going to get better and sometimes I am not sure IF it's going to get better.  I don't want anything to hold her back and right now I'm not holding back one damn second to fix her.

I want her to be 13 or 15 or whatever and know that I did whatever I needed to do to make her better.... I don't want her to look in the mirror and hate me for not doing anything and everything in my power to fix it.  That is the second reason I have chosen to write this blog.   It's more "fun" to write the funny moments of the day that happen as a mom.   I hope that someone is reading this that can give me some insight.   Some help.   A reference.  ANYTHING.








That way I can have Mommy Pride.....instead of F&%ing Mommy Guilt.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Occupational Hazard #11 - Attention Deficit Disorder

Before anyone reading this thinks that I'm going to get on a soapbox and rant and rave about children with ADD.....   relax.   The ADD to which I refer in this blog affects the parental unit, specifically Mommy in our house.  It's becoming an epidemic; I don't see any end in sight.... at least for many years.

I have always considered myself pretty good at multi-tasking.   I've even listed it as a "strength" on a number of resumes, job applications, etc etc.  It takes a fair amount to stress me out when it pertains to small tasks (not huge decisions regarding money or our house or our future).   However, I always was on top of day to day things like running errands, laundry, dishes, mailing out cards, etc etc etc....until December 3rd, 2008.  This was the day that I became a mother.

Fast forward three and a half years later, add an almost 1 year old to that mix, a full-time job and a husband with a job that requires him to travel, a cat, and a house....  I'm nearly meet the requirements for a padded room.

Today, we had a picnic to attend in the afternoon.   I needed to go to the gym, and BK had plans to attend a smoking convention (smoking meat, nothing squirrely).   After my trip to the gym, I needed to shower, straighten my hair, get the girls ready and head to Lititz.  Sounds easy enough......  right.

I knew we had a lot to do and I didn't know if I should just go balls to the wall and dive straight in to the task at hand, start drinking to numb myself from the task at hand, or take an extra Synthroid for a boost to my metabolism.....  I chose to just go balls to the wall.   There would be beer at the party to wind me down if necessary.

I was able to shower and dry my hair while BG was still in her crib for her morning nap.  I felt like I was ahead of the game.  My hair is dried, but just needs to be straightened.  The plan is to feed the girls, finish hair and hit the road....The process below started approx 12:45 PM this afternoon.


  • BG in high chair for lunch
  • KT starts to dig in the fridge, comes out with go-gurt
  • I tell KT to chill out a second, I will get her lunch
  • BG is screaming in high chair because she ate the Puffs I put there to hold her over till I busted out the real food
  • More puffs
  • Open the go-gurt, KT runs downstairs
  • Cut up food for BG, plop on tray
  • Both are content for a second, open dishwasher to unload
  • KT wants a drink (at this point, she can't come back upstairs because the baby gates are up)
  • I get KT a drink and take to the step, she grabs
  • I unload 3 plates
  • BG is tired of the food she has, starts screaming and throws her meat on the floor
  • I cut up watermelon for both kids
  • Watermelon on BG's tray/Lunchable and watermelon downstairs to KT
  • I take 5 minutes to explain what a "lunchable" is
  • BG starts to climb out of her high chair, secure her with straps/buckle
  • Finish unloading the bottom part of the dishwasher
  • KT wants a "show" on TV, I climbed over the gate again and asked her what she wanted to watch.   Her typical response, "What do we have."   I recite the same 25 shows we have on DVR for her.   She selected The Movers and then we had to recite each episode.
  • BG screams because her food is eaten/on the floor/smashed all over her.
  • I unload the top tray of dishwasher - prepare one of the bottles that was just washed.
  • As I unload the other bottles, I take a few moments to assemble the extra bottles (we have the devil Dr. Brown bottles with 32 pieces each).  
  • BG screams because I'm taking too long.
  • KT calls from downstairs. "Mommy, I pooped and peed."   
  • Go downstairs to help her on the potty, climbing over the gate up and down the steps
  • While I was downstairs, I switched over the laundry and started another load.
  • Took clean clothes to the living room to fold them (ha ha)
  • Forget about the half assembled Dr. Brown bottles....   I finish BG's and hand it to her.
  • Go back to finish the dishwasher, BG screams and throws bottle.
  • BG out of high chair for me to feed her and I notice she also needs a diaper change
  • BG on the floor, screaming and not staying still while I change her diaper
  • Clean diaper, baby on my lap, bottle in mouth
  • Realize I don't have my phone or ipad (I like to play a few games of yahtzee while I feed her)
  • Grab iPhone and sit back down
  • BG is eating and KT comes to the top of the steps, that damn Dream Lite commercial is on again and she reminds me, yet again, that she wants one.
  • BG hears KT and squirms to see what is going on
  • Home phone rings - I get up and it's a telemarketer
  • BG finishes bottle, crawls over to dishwasher (which is still open)
  • I put silverware/knives away - 2 seconds before she grabs the knife.
  • As I finish bottles, I see BG crawled over to the fridge and has something in her mouth
  • Finger sweep of the mouth (something I'm getting used to doing often) produces a magnet from our fridge - KT got a princess magnet collection and this was one of Cinderella's earrings.
  • Load dishwasher while BG pulled all of the tupperware and food out of 3 cupboards.   She also took oranges out of the cupboard and threw them over the gate going upstairs and rearranged 3 of the dining room table chairs.  
  • I pick up BG and the gate, brought them downstairs and plugged in straightener
  • Put gate up just as BG was making a run for it, BG screams because she can't crawl up the steps.
  • I start to straighten hair
  • KT is mad b/c BG is on a chair and she can't see the TV
  • I dump out a few blocks for BG to play with while I do my hair
  • BG follows me into the bathroom and grabs cat food
  • Put flat iron down, get cat food from BG and up out of the way
  • Back to hair while BG crawls towards the toilet - seat was down, but I just don't want her to mess with the thing.
  • KT decides to play her video game in the "playroom"
  • BG follows her
  • A few more passes with the flat iron, KT screams that BG is in her way
  • I walked in and BG was no longer in her way, but standing on top of the Little Tikes Bus....
  • I helped her off the bus, she screams.   
  • I decide to bring her back into the family room so I can keep an eye on her and closed the door to keep her off of the bus unsupervised
  • BG is playing with toys while I do my hair again, KT decides she doesn't want to play her video game anymore and returns to family room
  • KT asks me for more food as I do my hair.  I explain we're going to a picnic where there will be food and ice cream.
  • I also explain to her that we can go as soon as I can finish my hair.
  • KT decides she wants to do a puzzle, I resume hair straightening activity
  • BG grabs puzzle pieces, KT screams
  • I recommend my desk as a puzzle station, since BG can't reach
  • KT moves puzzle, BG pulls herself up to the desk chair, causing it to spin
  • KT screams "I DON'T WANT TO SPIN, I DON'T WANT TO SPIN!"
  • BG laughs, I put flat iron down and move BG from the chair
  • BG screams
  • Miller (our cat) comes down the steps, BG goes to chase him.
  • Flat Iron for me....
  • Miller escapes the madness, BG crawls back over to the desk, but goes under it - hoping to play with the power strip that lights up pretty colors.
  • I tried to distract her and she crawls over to KTs orange patio chair, starts to stand on it and wave to all of us.
  • I grab BG, place her by the toys and dump 3 bins of blocks, books, and various baby toys on to the floor in front of her.
  • KT decides she wants to play with the blocks
  • BG screams when she has the one that KT wanted.......KT grabs it
  • KT screams when she realizes that block was full of baby drool
  • I finally finish my hair and realize we need bottles, cups and baby food
  • I lift 2 kids and myself over the gate to the main level.  Start to pack BG's diaper bag
  • "Mom, the baby has something in her mouth"  KT fishes out a piece of food that she had thrown on the floor and brings it to me.  
  • BG screams
  • KT wanted me to lift her over the gate so she could go to her room.   She has money that needs to go into her piggy bank
  • I place BG in her walker so I can just get the rest of this crap finished and get out the damn door
  • BG screams
  • KT lectures her about putting things in her mouth and tells her to "stop fussing"
  • BG's bag is packed and I realized that I was wearing basketball shorts and a tank and that I needed to change
  • First, I grabbed phone.  1:45 PM Text to BK "Are you still [at the smoker convention]?"  He was, I was not about to wait for him to get home - we were rolling.   
  • I sent BK the address of where he should meet me in a text and hear KT yelling that the water and soap was too high.   
  • I ran up the steps to find that she had gone to the potty again and had been washing her hands with a ton of hand soap.  
  • Found clothes, put on makeup, cleaned up the soap/water debacle
  • Fixed KT's hair and cut the rest of her nails (we only got half of them cut yesterday before BG's therapy)
  • Shoes on KT and me, grabbed BG, noticed she needed a new diaper
  • BG on the floor, she screamed while I changed her diaper, KT waited for me out front
  • Grabbed diaper bag, grabbed BG and walked outside
  • Both kids in car seats and I realized that I didn't have my sunglasses
  • Unlocked door, opened, cat escapes
  • I located glasses, made sure doors are locked (again), lights are off, throw the cat back in the house and got in the car

2:15 ---- we were on our way to Lititz


We had a great time and it was worth the madness, but I am looking forward to days that doing something so simple isn't quite a darn production.