A belated birthday wish.

Munchkin man turned two last Thursday. I just… yeah. Still speechless over this fact. He is an amazing boy, such a joy. He is cuddly and loving and smart and silly and wow, does he keep us running. He’s always moving, always doing something. He is very self-aware, and loves his “kitty brother.” He gives awesome kisses and when we’re in the grocery store and I’m struggling with the self-scan checkout line and the register is misbehaving and one of the people has to keep coming over to allow me to continue to ring up our groceries, he loves to pull on my arm and pull me in with both hands so he can just hug and hold on and not let go. I’m still in awe of the fact that he’s ours. I don’t need to give him back. I get to keep him. He’s ours. He’s half me, half hubby, and we don’t have to give him back. I had always dreamed of this day – the day that some little one would yell for me – “Mommy!!” – while I was still getting out of the shower in the morning, before it was time to get up, before the day had even begun – and I’d be happy and more-than-willing to go gather this sweet-smelling boy from his bed and kiss his still-warm cheeks and just live in the moment. I need to remember that he’s not little for long… to live in the moment. To enjoy the time we have while we have it, because, cliché or not, he’s only little once, and it won’t be for long. To put down the electronics and play with the trains and make silly pictures and paint without worrying about getting dirty and dig in the sandbox and splash in the “cuddles” – the puddles – because it makes him happy. This love I feel for someone so small, so tiny, yet oh-so-big in personality and generosity – he gives me his favorite train to play with! – and kindness and love – this love I feel is boundless. It is never-ending. It is amazing, and makes my heart pound and skip a beat… literally. Who knew that the dreams I had years, years ago, would come to fruition in such an amazing way? This boy stole my heart just over two years ago, and has relentlessly held onto it since – and I’m okay with that. He’s my little man, my sunshine, my “babyman,” my munchkin, my monkey. He is my world. Happy birthday, monkey man.

‘Twas the night before…

Warning: some graphic content. If you can’t handle surgery photos, don’t look. You’ve been warned.

 

I’m still awake, but I shouldn’t be. We have to be up very early tomorrow morning; we have to be out the door no later than 5:30 am.

For the past few months, little man has been having ear infection after ear infection. Since mid-February, he has rarely been without one. Poor babyman has been on antibiotics more often than not, and for the past 7 weeks or so, has only been off of them for 5 days. We’re ready. Tomorrow morning, he will have tubes put into his ears. This will (hopefully) allow his ears to dry out, so that he no longer has the infections.

The tube itself is teensy.

(photo credit: http://entdoc-crc.com/FAQs.htm)

That is literally a tube sitting on a penny. It’s really that small.

So tomorrow morning, we’ll get to the hospital bright and early. We’ll go up to the outpatient same-day surgery area, and then they’ll prep him. We’ll have time to ask questions, and then they’ll put him under general anesthesia. You’d think I’d be terrified,  but I’m only a bit nervous. I know he’ll be fine, I’m just not looking forward to holding him as he falls asleep; I just don’t want it to be anyone other than me. I couldn’t stand not being there for that part. If they let me, I’d stay in there for the whole thing, but, well, they won’t.

Once he’s under, they’ll make a small incision in his ear drum, and insert the tube in the area. They’ll drain the huge amounts of fluid that just don’t want to clear up on their own, which I’m thrilled about. And then, voilà! He will be able to hear well again, and he will (hopefully) not get any more ear infections.

Essentially, this is the issue; it’s why he keeps getting ear infections:

 

(photo credit: http://earpopper.com/blog/an-ear-tube-named-eustachian)

What the whole thing looks like, side-view:

(photo credit: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/medical/IM02073)

And here is what it looks like, with the tube in the ear:

(photo credit: http://www.earcentergreensboro.com/medical-education/ear_tubes.php)

All in all, I’m looking forward to getting it done. He had a slight fever earlier today, which is usually a good indication that he has another ear infection brewing. Here’s hoping we can get it taken care of before it becomes an issue.

Wish us luck. It’ll be over and done quite early.

 

Books, babies, and bonding

Now that we are healthy again, things are back to normal. Sort of. Back to work, back to play, and a clingy baby – I think he was more traumatized by the separation than I thought he was. He is getting better, so we’ll see how the next few days go.

I have an idea for a book floating around in my head, but just the thought of it scares me. I have never read anything like it before. I don’t know if anyone would even want to read it. Don’t ask what it is, because right now, I don’t want to discuss the thought – it’s too fresh and new. I’m still processing. I’m trying to decide if it’s something I want to put down on paper, or if I just want it to continue floating through my consciousness. This is when I wish I had a recorder so I could “write” on my drive in to work.

I’ve been reading a ton lately. Just finished The Witness by Nora Roberts, one of my all-time favorite authors. I really enjoyed it, but thought it was a bit predictable. That’s never a good thing. Currently reading Crossed by Ally Condie – it’s the second in the Matched trilogy. Breezed through the first, and loving the second. They’re similar to The Hunger Games, in a way… not really in an apples to apples way. More like an apples to potatoes way. Subtle, but that’s about it. I would compare it more to The Giver by Lois Lowry than The Hunger Games.

I have also been reading children’s books a LOT. One thing I know for sure is that we need a different bookshelf. Half of little man’s books don’t stand up on his shelf. The other thing I know for sure is that I need to get more books. There are so many that I love that we don’t have yet. I have been reading to little man every night before bed, and I cherish the time. He won’t be little for long. I keep remembering that. When I’m frustrated because it’s taking him an hour to fall asleep, and I have been rocking him the whole time, I remember that he won’t be little and willing to snuggle forever. And we continue to rock and snuggle.

But I digress.

I am going to start slowly building up his book collection. We get book orders every month from daycare, but a lot of the books are nothing like I’m looking for. Or they’re princess books. Or Miley Cyrus. Both are equally bad for my little man. Or, well, less than ideal.

What is your favorite children’s book? What is your favorite adult book? Young adult/teen book? And why? I’m curious; I need to stretch my books-to-read queue.

Being sick sucks.

This week has been really, really weird so far. Monday I left work early because I wasn’t feeling well, and I’m glad I did. After hubby picked up little man from daycare, he came home and ended up in the same boat I was – we likely have norovirus. No definite diagnosis, but it’s pretty much the only thing that fits the bill. Hubby and I are both quite sick.

Luckily it’s school vacation week, so I called my parents and sisters to see if they would watch little man for a couple days. Of course we didn’t even think of norovirus until later, so a couple days has turned into almost a full week.

And boy, do I miss him. I miss his hugs, snuggling before sleep, giving him a bottle at the crack of dawn. His smiles and laughs, his frustration because he can’t crawl to where he wants to. I just want to kiss his soft cheeks, and breathe in his sweet baby smell.

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That is from bathtime last night. He found his tongue sometime in the past couple weeks!! and he LOVES his basketball. Sigh.

Soon I’ll get to snuggle him back up. Saturday morning, first thing, I’m going to go and snuggle him up. I know this is for the best, but it’s a hell of a lot harder than I thought it would be.

I’m just lucky that we have the loving, helpful, caring, awesome families that we have.

What is the longest you’ve ever been away from your kids?

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On Jennifer Margulis’s post — Sticking my neck out

Jennifer Margulis — Sticking my neck out.

Read the above article yesterday, and my heart just split in two. I can’t believe that people would be so ignorant. When little man was born, and with all of my prenatal care, I only saw midwives. It was a conscious decision – I didn’t want to be over-attended to – and if I were put in the situation again, I would definitely make the same decision. Midwives truly made the whole experience so much more relaxed and peaceful. Hopefully Ireena Keeslar is able to avoid charges, and perhaps even do what she loves – be a midwife. Help people. Bring babies into this crazy world. I’ll hopefully be following up once new information is released.