Tuesday, February 27, 2018

When it was Just Us

Although most of us moms all "forget" what it felt like when we first became moms, there's also so much we remember if we truly reflect back.  For instance, I well remember what it felt like to be sitting at home with my baby, feeling so completely alone and haunted by a morbid feeling.  Is this how it's going to be?  Am I ever going to feel normal again?  Can't I just watch TV?  Will I ever get to go out and do anything fun ever again?  Selfish thought after selfish thought raced in and out of my mind and I can't even begin to recount the tears that I shed over those first few weeks, and even 1-2 months after Ellis was born.  I just wanted my life back.  I wanted it to be "just us" again.  Shane and me.  Just us two.  Carefree, doing whatever we wanted.  Coming and going as we pleased.  Sleeping in.  Going out to restaurants and bars and staying up as late as we wanted.  I missed those days.

Don't get me wrong.  It wasn't that I didn't love my baby with everything in me.  I was overwhelmed with love and protectiveness over him.  I honestly didn't even know how to cope with all the emotion of what came with being a mom.  (hence the selfish thoughts)  Luckily, I came out of my dark place and began to deal with the emotions and accepted my new role in life with a newfound joy.  I never looked back.

Until now.

Here I am, roughly a week out from giving birth again....this time to a little girl.  I've never been more ready to NOT BE PREGNANT   get this thing out of me have a dirty martini  be a mommy of two.....

After being a mom of one for almost four years now, it's hard to believe how much everything has changed since those dismal days of early mommyhood.  I say dismal because, to me, that is exactly what they were.  I had to tread water for awhile before I was able to embrace being a mother.  And, as said above, I made it through and now I literally cannot imagine it Any. Other. Way.  Except for one simple factor....I've only ever been his mommy.

This boy, my son....he's just so amazing.  I can't even describe how much I love him.  He's so smart.  He's funny and witty and he has no idea.  He makes me laugh all the time--just like his daddy.  And he's always asking questions and wanting to see how and why and what makes things happen and why they happen.  He's obedient and well-mannered (most of the time).  He loves his grandparents and his extended family.  He has a huge, caring heart.  And he always has my back--even protects me when I don't need it.  We have so many special things between just us.  Sonic trips, special songs we like to sing in the car, books we read together, and games we play.  I treasure the moments I get to spend with him.

But in just about a week, those moments just won't be the same anymore.  My attention will be diverted.  I'll be 50/50.  Maybe even 40/60 for awhile....or 70/30.  Those numbers kill me, typing them.  I picture his face--maybe even with tears running down his cheeks as I have to tell him, "I'm sorry Buddy, Mommy can't play with you right now."  He won't understand.  Eventually he will, but not at first.  It breaks my heart.  It won't be "just us" anymore.

So as much as I am ready and as much as I know what a joy it will be to be a mom of 2...it will also be somewhat of a loss.  I won't be the same as it has been.  It can't be.  And it shouldn't be.  And I know what all the moms of 2 or more are thinking right now.  Perhaps they've forgotten too.  And I know I will forget....

But right now, the feelings are fresh and new.  And so very real and raw.  And while I can nod at the truth--which is that I will find a new normal, I will love my second child as much as my first, and I will find a way to balance time between both children, I will always cherish the time when it was "just us".  I feel blessed to have my son, my firstborn, and so many precious memories with him....just him.  Just us. 

Monday, July 27, 2015

I Want to be THAT Girl

My lack of confidence is a huge weak point.

For me, it's not really a huge deal to admit that.  I already know everyone who knows me semi-well knows I struggle with self-confidence.  It's not a surprise or a shock factor.  Or at least it shouldn't be.

  The people who say, "Just let it roll off your shoulders."  "Don't worry about it."  "There's no need to be upset."  "You shouldn't feel that way."  "God loves you no matter what."  "Why does it matter what other people think?"

I recently ordered a book written by a Christian author named Jen Hatmaker.  It's a book about seeking grace in a world with impossible standards.  Whether you're a Christian or not, it's impossible not to agree that life is hard.  Living a good life is hard!  So many double triple quadruple standards out there that make it difficult to ever feel like you're doing it right.  If you are naturally thin you get scorned for being "too skinny".  If you are overweight you get shamed and called fat.  If you're skinny you get praised for looking so good and get all this extra attention.  If you are overweight you get praised for being brave and not afraid to live in your own skin.  If you breastfeed your baby, you get called a hero and that you're "doing it the natural way."  If you formula feed you're lazy and not giving your baby the nutrition it needs.  If you breastfeed you are enabling your child and spoiling him/her and making them too dependent.  If you formula feed you are making a better decision and making it much easier on yourself.  If you post a Facebook status about how tired you are you get a string of comments that tell you to "just be thankful for another day of life".  If you post about how thankful you are to be alive, people block your news feed for being annoying and posting too many pointless things.  When you perform well at your job and get recognized, people call you a brown-noser and over-achiever.  When you get in trouble at your job, you're a slacker and don't have business being in that career field.  Or you're a victim of unfair treatment.

Sometimes I feel like I am so buried in the middle of a heap of impossible standards that my head is just spinning.  Trying to be a perfect mother/wife/daughter/daughter-in-law/sister/friend is just too much to handle.  And even though it's easy to say, "All that shouldn't matter.  You don't have to be perfect."  Fine...Watch what happens the moment I stop caring and stop trying.  That is what I simply don't understand.  People tell you not to care, not to worry, not to try so hard.   What does that look like?  What if I just stopped being polite?  What if I just said the first thing that comes to my mind all the time because "it doesn't matter anyway"?

Sometimes I want to be someone else.  No, not another separate person.  I love my life and would NEVER trade anything for my husband and son.  But just another version of me.  That version of me that I sometimes think I am is a pretty amazing person.  And I want to be that girl all the time.

I want to be the girl who I see as pretty.  Not perfect.  But pretty.  No matter how much prettier other people in my life may be.  But I want to be pretty too.  Seen as pretty by others and by myself.  And not because someone tells me I am, although that helps.  I look in the mirror and I think, "Hey, I look good!  I'm pretty!"  Sometimes I AM that girl.

I want to be the girl who I see as fun to be around.  I know my friends think I'm funny.  My husband always tells me I'm funny.  The amount of laughs I get from him are an extra reassurance.  I like to be the goofball in almost any situation.  My family knows this too.  I am that girl who isn't afraid to make a fool of herself in front of a crowd.  Sometimes I AM that girl.

I want to be the girl who I see as a good teacher--actually who is good at most things she does!  I work hard and am successful and I get recognized for my work.  I am humble, but proud of my accomplishments.  I accept compliments with grace and humility instead of feeling embarrassed or as though I need to apologize for my success.  Sometimes I AM that girl.

I want to be the girl who I see as an excellent wife and mommy.  I know I make mistakes, but I'm really good at admitting when I am wrong.  I love my son more than words can say and he thinks I'm pretty awesome.  I sing to him, dance with him, play with him, and I can make him laugh harder than anyone.  My husband thinks I am pretty awesome too.  He loves me to the  moon and there is nothing he wouldn't do for me.  He doesn't ever wish I were like anyone else or acted differently.  He doesn't care if others might feel that he made the wrong choice in marrying me.  He thinks the world of me.  Sometimes I AM that girl.

Many days, unfortunately, I see myself as none of those things.  All the outside standards and influences creep in and I see myself as someone who is annoying, high-strung, too sensitive, too polite, controlling, over-bearing, not pretty enough, inferior, and not the best mom/wife.  I just wish these influences weren't so much louder than my own little voice.  That voice is the one I need to hang onto.  That voice is the one that tells me I am good enough.  I'm pretty enough.  I'm smart enough.

Today and everyday I'm going to try to listen extra hard.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

A Letter to One-Year-Ago Me

Dear Me,

There are so many things I want to tell you and I don't know where to start.  First of all, you look tired.  I know...I know you HATE hearing that and it's the biggest insult ever, but let's be honest....

You're tired and you've sick of being tired and I know that.  I was there.  It's probably one of the most miserable feelings ever, next to complete loneliness.  (at least to you...and me too)  Being so tired that you feel like you have no thoughts of your own.  I know you're so tired that even your own body won't let you sleep.  It's like...you're too tired to sleep.  You lay awake, waiting for the baby to wake up, knowing it could be 10 minutes or 2 hours, and you just can't settle down.  Bless you.

But let me tell you...I am living proof that you will eventually  not feel quite so tired.  In fact, you'll get your energy back and then some.  Even better news, your little boy that never seems to sleep at the right time of the day...he WILL figure it out.  He does a pretty dang good job at figuring things out.  He's SO smart.  You should see him.  Yesterday, he took his first real steps.  But I'm jumping ahead a bit....Let's go back a little.

Now that you've been told you'll get sleep eventually I suspect you're feeling relieved.  I hope you can understand, or at least try to understand, that absolutely nothing about the situation you are in right now is permanent.  And that is exactly what makes it so amazing.  It's so fleeting and so precious that even though you don't want to soak it all up right now and you feel like you want to pull your hair out because you're an emotional basket-case 24/7, eventually it'll sink in.  You'll learn to love it and you'll take it all in stride because it's your life now.

Going back to work won't be as hard as you think it will be.  You'll be ready for a routine.  Little Man will do great.  He loves his Granny and she does an excellent job taking care of him.  You won't worry about him while you're at work.  In fact, you'll be too busy teaching to worry.  Sure, you'll send text messages now and then to check on him.  You might even ask for a picture or 2 just because you'll miss him.  And then you'll look forward to getting home each evening to see his little face.

The first few months of being back at work will be a little tough though.  You'll be tired and want to relax.  The baby will be grouchy and in need of an evening nap, but he'll be difficult to settle.  You and Shane will need to figure out a little routine.  And you will.  You guys are such a great team.  He really is the best, isn't he?  And eventually, Ellis won't need that evening nap anymore and he'll be content to stay up and play until bedtime.....

Bedtime, you ask?  Yes....there will be a bedtime.  And it will be consistent and it will happen ALMOST every single night.  You'll put him in his little crib, turn on his noisemaker, close the door, and that'll be it until morning.  Hard to believe, I know....But I'm telling you it's true.  You'll get to relax with your husband, watch TV, have adult conversation, drink wine, read a magazine, go to bed early, or stay up late, whatever you want to do!  For a few months, perhaps between 3-6 months, you might have to go comfort him a time or two in the evening.  After all, he's busy growing and changing and that can cause some sleeping troubles.  But you won't mind it.  It won't make you too tired and it won't get you down.  In fact, nothing can get you down now that you've finally gotten the hang of this whole Mom thing.  You're rocking it now, you will keep rocking it, and eventually it won't even seem like you're trying anymore.  It'll just happen naturally!  So, try to wipe those tears as best you can, smile, and remember....there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

More about Ellis.....Not to spoil anything for you, but seriously, he's an amazing little guy.  Right now he's so super tiny and fragile.  He'll stay little for some time.  But by about 5 months old, suddenly that boy will start filling out.  Oh...and unfortunately you'll need to keep bibs and extra clothes in stock because the spitting up won't stop for about another 8-9 months.  The boy is just a fountain.  But don't worry...it's nothing you're doing wrong.  He's healthy.  Just strap a burp rag to him and to you and you'll be fine.  Maybe layer his bibs too....

He'll try to crawl for awhile.  He's definitely a little fighter and stays busy!  Don't rush him.  It'll happen when it's supposed to.  I won't tell you when...especially since I already spoiled the walking thing for you.  Either way though, it'll be special and exciting and you'll want to share the moment with all your friends and family.  The best part about it is Shane will be with you for both moments.  Talk about priceless memories!  

Last but not least, I want to tell you about you....You're in a really dark place right now and I totally get it.  I was there.  But other people won't and don't get it.  And you absolutely cannot let that get to you.  Just take it one day at a time and don't let the opinions of others make you feel lower or like you aren't a good mom.  You are a good mom.  You just need a little boost.  And that's okay.

You also need to know that you are pretty special too.  Your husband knows you're a good mom and he will tell you that a lot.  You won't really listen or believe him, but he means it.  He still says it all the time even now.  And now things are completely different than they were a year ago.  So take heart....Things will get better.  Things will get great actually.  And you'll be happy.

Hug your baby tight.  Hold him and cuddle him.  Enjoy the moments.  Try not to get discouraged when he cries.  It's all a phase.  Nothing is forever.  And soon, he won't be little anymore and you'll be chasing him around like I was doing today.  As best you can, try to live each moment with the knowledge that there's going to be a "last time" for every single interaction you have with him.  He'll be grown and gone in the blink of an eye.

So give that boy a kiss.  And chin up.  You can do it!

Love,

A Year-Later-Me

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Things I've Learned Post-Baby....

It is 1 pm.  My (almost) 7-month-old is taking his afternoon nap.  I'm drinking an apple martini.  Keepin' it real over here...

So I've actually deleted and restarted this blog about 3 times since this morning.  I can't figure out the right way to start it.  I feel like I have a lot to say, but not sure how to put it.  I don't want to write a preachy blog or a "how-to" blog.  I don't want to get on a soapbox.  I just want to write some things I've experienced these last few months that might sound halfway original.  Bear with me.

Since becoming a mom not only have I learned that I am much more capable of anything I ever imagined (for instance, my child is still alive), I've learned that I definitely don't do well with change.  In fact, it flat-out depresses me.  I've learned that I still miss my old life in so many ways.  And I've also learned that my life is, in so many ways, better now than it ever has been or will be.  Other things I've learned...

1. People will judge you when you become a mom.  And you will judge other moms too.  I said I would never do it, but oh do I ever.  Let's face it, if it's not the way you would do it, you make a judgement.  It's not because you're a jerk.  It's because you're human.  Or, worse yet, you feel guilty because you don't do it the same way they do it.  "Is their way the right way?"  "Wait...is that the way I should be doing it too?"  are just a few of the many thoughts that will flood your mind on a daily basis.  It's maddening.  The only way to tune them out is just to stick to your guns.  Don't let the methods of other parents make you feel like your methods are wrong.

2. There are people out there who put their kids first and they will not understand when you tell them your kid(s) come second.  I think it's a controversial topic when it comes to the issue of whether or not your kids should come first before your spouse.  But my husband and I both firmly believe that we should put each other first.  We still go on dates without our child.  We have conversations that don't include our child.  We still sleep in the same bed.  We enjoy each other's company.

3. You will talk about poop more than you ever thought possible.  It's true.  You'll talk about how many times your child has pooped.  You'll talk about it when he doesn't poop.  You'll talk about the texture, the smell, and everything else pertaining to poop.  And it won't be weird.

4. There are people out there who think they have the duty to drop off the face of the earth once their child is born and you will either join them or not join them.  It's a choice you make and there are many who will try to tell you what choice you should make....Usually it's the ones who disappear that will tell you you have no choice but to join them.  You can choose whether your life stops after you have a baby or not.  There are a gazillion mommy blogs out there that go on and on about how life isn't the same and how you never have time to shower or put on makeup or sleep or complete a sentence.  I'm sure that's true for some, but it's because they're making a choice.  And it works for them.   If they didn't want a ton of kids they wouldn't have had them.  You can have kids and still have a life too.  You can drink a glass of wine.  You can take a shower.  You can put on makeup.  You can complete a sentence.  You can also have friendships too.  You can have girls' nights and couples' nights and double-dates and game nights.  It can be done!  I ran into a friend that I hadn't seen in years at a store.  I made a comment to them about how we never get together anymore and we needed to change that.  Their response was, "Well, we have kids now."  See what I mean?

5.If it works, it works.  I don't have a manual to refer to when it comes to figuring out how to handle my baby and neither does anyone else.  But once you find something that works, you should keep doing it.  No matter what anyone else tells you you should be doing.

And that's about all I can come up with right now.  Original?  Probably not.  But honest, yes.  For me to say which way is the right way is doing what I don't like being done to me.  However, if there is one thing I will preach it is this:  Don't let having a baby take over your life in such a way that you lose yourself.  It doesn't have to be that way.  You aren't "sacrificing" your identify when you become a mom.  I think many moms have a misconception that once they have a child they have to give up absolutely everything they did before in order to do what's best for their child.  NO!  Not true.  Trust me, don't do it.  Be yourself.  Let your child see who you are.  And you'll be all the better for it.


Sunday, October 5, 2014

A Short Season Comes to a End

Life is a series of seasons.  Some seasons are longer than others.  Some seasons bring about a lot of change and growth, while others are quickly passing and sometimes leave us wondering, "What in the world happened?"  Some seasons are joyful and others are full of sorrow and hardship.  Some seasons require a lot of work while others are slower paced and easier to handle.

All this to say, there is nothing quite like the season of life that begins when you become a parent.  I won't go on and on about things I've already spoken of, but I will say that I am finding myself eating my words quite a bit these days.  I finally, FINALLY truly understand what it means to be a mommy and what it means to feel that ache inside you at the thought of having to leave your child to the care of someone other than yourself.  It's not a lack of trust or even worrying that something will happen to your baby.  It's knowing that it won't be you.  It won't be you who gets to hold them when they're crying or who will get the first chance to witness their first real laugh, their first step, or even their first word.  Sure, it COULD be you.  You might be so lucky as to witness all these special moments and milestones in the off chance it will occur during the very short period of time per day you now get to spend with your child.  And for that you feel hopeful and also grateful for the precious time you do have.

It won't be me....And he won't remember the time we DID have.  He's too little to be able to have those kind of long-term memories.  I want more than anything for him to be able to remember.  I wish I had a way for him to be aware of just how badly it hurts me to have to leave him every morning.  I guess I could tell him when he's older, but it's not the same.  The feelings won't be fresh anymore and by then I will be long over it and have gotten used to the way things are.  It will be a totally different season.  But right now the season I've been in and have so come to enjoy is coming to an end.  And I am heartbroken.  I have shed a few tears in the last few days, but they've been small and short-lived.  Today I had my first good cry and I can already tell it's definitely not the last good cry.

I know it'll be okay. I know "this too shall pass".  I know that I will be so busy with my work that the days will pass quickly and I'll get to see him every evening and every weekend and every holiday.  Being a teacher means I get more vacation time than the average working mom....So I definintely need to count my blessings.  But that does nothing to change the fact that I no longer have the luxury of being with my baby 24/7.  And he has no ability to understand why or what is going on.  All I can think is, "What if he DOES know what's going on and thinks I am just leaving him?" or "What if he doesn't even care that I'm leaving and gets more upset when he comes home in the evenings?"  I know all these negative thoughts are the many methods that Satan uses to get to me and to make me lose faith.  I know that he is trying to keep me from feeling God's peace.  I have to be honest and say that right now Satan is totally winning.  I feel horrible inside.

I wish I had a way to view this new season that I am entering (the season of becoming a Working Mom) as a very positive change.  But as someone who has NEVER liked change, I can't help but dread it.  I'm dreading all the stress and the endless hours of work that await me.  I'm dreading grading papers every single weekend instead of getting to spend time with my baby.  I'm dreading the silent eyerolls I'm sure I will receive when I use my baby as an excuse at work for not getting everything done on my to-do list.  I'm dreading the endless guilt I will feel when I do choose to put my family first over my job.  I've never understood why anyone ever even bothers saying "Family comes first" when few people actually live that out, truly believe it, or allow you to live it out without making you feel bad about it.

This blog wasn't intended to be controversial or lashing out at anyone.  I guess my emotions are just super raw right now and I can't help but express everything I am feeling and thinking.  I already feel misunderstood and I haven't even been put in a situation to feel misunderstood yet.  It's hard to be in a spot where you never pictured yourself in the past.  I never really could picture myself as a mom.  And now, not only am I a mom, I am a mom who has grown completely 100% attached to her child and feels defensive of anyone who tries to make me feel guilty about it.

Right now I just need lots and lots of prayer.  I need to be praying every second of the day that I will feel the peace of Christ.  I need my friends to pray for me too.  I need to be thanking the Lord for my perfect son and wonderful husband who make me so very happy and whom I do get to spend every evening with.  I need to be thanking God for my mother-in-law who is sacrificing the new freedom she has after retiring to keep our baby boy for us so we don't have to put him in daycare.  I need to focus on all of the blessings I have and let the Lord fill me with His mercy and goodness.  I can't let negativity and anxiety run me into the ground.  Because they do and they will.

So please, friends, say a prayer for me as I enter this new season of life.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

By the Green Light of the Baby Monitor...

1:48 am, says the digital clock, which really means 1:38 am since my clock is 10 minutes fast.  I have to pee so I tiptoe out of bed, shut the door behind me, grit my teeth as I flush the toilet, and tiptoe back in bed.  Heart beating rapidly, I glance at the baby monitor, fearing that reddish orange light....GREEN!  I smile to myself in relief.  Our little angel is sleeping soundly and I wonder to myself why in the world I shut the bathroom door considering there was no way on earth he would've woken up to the sound of the toilet flushing, let alone the earth-shattering sound of me getting out of bed.

 I settle back down to go back to sleep....Only I can't.  My brain won't turn off.  I find myself glancing at the monitor again and again, feeling the same rush of relief wash over me each time as I see the green light.  I know I probably have a guaranteed 4-5 hours of sleep left and I find myself growing more and more frustrated as I proceed to toss and turn for the next hour or two.  Finally I manage to doze back off, only to wake up at least 2-3 more times, heart pounding, certain I hear a baby crying.  The green light proves me wrong once again.

Shane's alarm goes off at 4:15.  He pushes snooze and cuddles with me for a few minutes.  At that point I realize I am not 100% sure I've even slept since I first woke up to pee hours earlier.  After Shane leaves I feel more wide awake than ever.  I grab my phone and play on Facebook, in attempts to make myself sleepy again.  I manage to fall back to sleep sometime between 5 and 5:30, at least that's what the clock said the last time I looked at it.

My eyes fly open and this time I know the cries I hear are real cries.  I glance at the clock just before I fly out of bed.  6:48...Good boy!  I call the dogs out of the room, dash to the kitchen, turn on the water to get it warm, let the dogs outside, refill my own water cup and check the sink...still running ice cold.  Ellis' cries are growing more and more scream-like.  I decide to just leave the water running and rush to the nursery to rescue my baby from his distress.  Lifting him out of the crib, I feel the heaviness of his soaked diaper.  2 minutes later I have managed to send him into an ear-piercing shriek-fest thanks to a quick, but tortuous diaper change and my lack of giving him what he really wants--food!  I carry him to my room and lay him down on his back in the middle of the bed--far away from being able to roll off.  I run back to the kitchen and furiously mix him a bottle.

20 minutes later my baby is peacefully sucking his pacifier on my shoulder.  He has spit up a large amount of milk all down the front of my shirt and ruined his pajamas.  The burp rag I had used to originally prevent this is soaked and now in the laundry hamper.  I am beginning to feel very sleepy as I realize my day is just beginning.  Suddenly, Ellis' eyes POP open.  He looks at me and I say quietly to him, "Hey buddy....Good morning!"  My whole morning is made as that little face lights up with a huge, adorable, milky grin.  His pacifier falls out of his mouth and he proceeds to coo and smile at me for the next several minutes.  I feel as though I could hold him forever, but after a few minutes he starts to get restless.  I lay him down in his little napper, which is next to the bed.  It is now 7:25 am.

For the next half hour, Ellis plays contentedly in his little bed, gnawing on his fingers, his bib, and his little lion taggy blanket.  I listlessly watch early-morning crappy TV and pray that he will go down for a morning nap so I can go back to bed.  He fusses a bit, so I rock the napper, watching his eyes get heavy.  Yes....that's right, little guy....Just go to sleep, I think to myself.

At last!  I hear the rattling sound of his little baby snore.  I switch off the TV and the bedside lamp and snuggle back down for more precious sleep.  His snores are telltale that he is sleeping soundly.  After a few minutes I find myself merely listening to his snoring, rather than trying to fall back to sleep again.  I snuggle further down under the covers and try to focus on something else.  Finally I manage to doze off.  It isn't long before I wake back up again, only to realize the snoring has stopped.  I find myself holding my breath as I strain my ears, listening for any other sounds to indicate whether or not my child is still sleeping.  I am afraid to move as the slightest sound could wake him if he's in a wakeful stage of sleep.  I hear a rustling sound that is unmistakably the noise of my child NOT sleeping.  I check the clock and sigh to myself, realizing that my child has slept for a grand total of 20 minutes.

And with that I head to the kitchen to make some coffee.

This is how most of my days begin....and in just a couple of weeks they will begin in a totally different way....and I am going to miss my special time with E each morning.  I will even miss the annoyingly short cat naps and the fact that I have not gotten to sleep in even one single day this whole summer (except for one weekend away, but even then I couldn't sleep well).  I will miss the endless bottle washing, bib-changing, dirty diapers, the never-ending piles of baby laundry that I never can seem to keep up with....and I will miss him.  I will miss him so much it hurts me to even type these words.  I'll still see him every day.  I'll still get to hold him, feed him, kiss him, rock him, and play with him....only it'll be for about 10 minutes in the morning and 2-3 hours in the evening.  That's it.  And that's not enough.

But it has to be.  All I can do is focus on the blessing of my son and how much he has changed my life for the better.  All I can do is realize how much of myself I am missing by not working and embrace the gaining of a routine and a structured day.  I can set my sights on my students and getting to know them and form a bond with them.  I can look forward to each afternoon when I finally get to come home to my sweet boy and see his smiling face as I greet him.  I can find a way to start this new chapter of life--the life of a working mom.  Millions do it every single day and I know I can too.  And my boy will never have anyone who can love him the way his mommy does, even if she is not by his side 24/7.  As much as I want to be with him all the time, I know it isn't possible for our family.  And that is okay.

For now...I am just going to enjoy today.  I'm enjoying that it is 2:09 pm and my house is quiet.  The monitor light glows green as Ellis naps peacefully.  The laundry hamper is almost empty, so I get a break today.  No dirty dishes in the sink, bottles are clean, bed is made....I can just relax....Until that light turns red. ;)


Sunday, September 7, 2014

3 months of Awesome

 No one could have ever prepared me for what I would feel and go through after we brought Ellis home, but now here it is 3 months later and we are having a wonderful time enjoying our sweet boy.  He is such a bundle of smiling, cooing love!  Here is a quick rundown of our boy's "stats".

Sleep: Yes!  Thank GOD the boy loves to sleep.  He's not really on a super predictable napping schedule just yet, but for the most part he takes 1 good nap per day that lasts anywhere from 2-3 hours.  He's been doing morning naps here and there and sometimes those last just as long as the afternoon naps and other times they're just cat naps.  Either way, I LOVE the morning naps because I can either go back to bed for a little bit or I can enjoy a cup of coffee, eat breakfast, shower, start laundry, etc.  It makes the mornings very relaxing.  It goes without saying that the long afternoon nap is blissful as well, although I am not usually as productive at that point bc I am either tired as well or I just want to watch TV.  We have him on a great schedule though and typically he will eat, play for awhile/swing/sit in his bouncy seat, and either take a quick cat nap or go down for a long nap.  Then when he wakes up it's time to eat again.  At bedtime we put him down anywhere between 7:30 and 8:30, lately it's been right at 8 and he wakes up anywhere from 6 am to 7:30 am.  He typically sleeps on his back, although he likes being on his tummy and sometimes the only way we can get him to go down for the night is to put him on his tummy.  Yes, yes I know....SIDS risk.  But the boy can turn his head and lift his head and can roll over so I'm really not worried at all.  We don't swaddle him and he doesn't have a bunch of blankets in there with him.  I think any parent would agree that sometimes you give on controversial things (such as thumb-sucking) bc IT WORKS.  ;)

Eating: Oh lord yes...The boy loves to eat!  He takes 6 ounces almost every time we feed him and sometimes he screams for "more", although we find that 99% of the time he isn't hungry, he just thinks he is!  He still wants a bottle every 3 hours during the day.  Since he sleeps such a long period of time through the night he is pretty hungry when he wakes up in the mornings.

Behavior: Our boy is a "spitter".  We've tried EVERYTHING under the sun and are still experimenting with different things.  I can't handle changing his formula again and considering he is gaining weight and is practically cackling with laughter when he spits up I'm really not that concerned.  I will only be concerned if I take him to the pedi and find he hasn't gained enough weight since his 2-month....but seeing as how he is growing out of 6-month clothes I'm just not that worried about it. ;)  He gets VERY fussy when he's tired.  It can be annoying, but it's also a good thing because 90% of the time he's crying it means he just wants to go to sleep....Easy fix!  He also is a VERY vocal little guy.  He makes lots of noise when he's happy AND he makes lots of noise to let us know he isn't!  His lungs are definitely strong.  When he's happy, he will talk for 20-30 minutes, unprompted, just to himself in his swing or just wherever he is hanging out.  He LOVES to grin and smile and coo.  Most of the time the grin is accompanied with some type of barf.  Some would say it's disgusting but I find the little gush of milk positively adorable.  At least it isn't projectile! ;) Ellis LOVES movement of any kind.  If it swings, sways, rocks, vibrates, or bounces he is pretty much guaranteed to love it.  I'm thinking this is an indicator that he will be quite a busy toddler!  (Oh yikes!) He also LOVES bath time.  Just the sound of the running water will end a screaming fit!  The water has to be WARM though.  If it's too chilly he definitely doesn't enjoy it.  Even more than the bath, he LOVES when we wrap him in his towel and talk to him while we dry him off.  He talks right back and smiles the whole time....Simply adorable!

Milestones:
Smiled (5 weeks old)
Grabbed for objects (approx 2.5 months)
Rolled over: (right at 3 months from tummy to back)  we are working on back to tummy but still have a ways to go

Dislikes:
Diaper/clothes changes (not always, but usually doesn't enjoy this)
Having the bottle taken from him to be burped (oh man...it's like fighting a lion)
Getting his fingernails clipped
Cold bottles (gotta make sure his milk is lukewarm...oh brother!)
Being swaddled (he loved it as a wee one, but now he's gotta be free)

Size: 
Not 100% sure what he weighs, but I stood on the scale with him about a week ago and it showed to be 13 lbs if I subtracted my weight.  He had on a little onesie, but I figure that couldn't have added more than a few ounces.  Not sure how long he is.  He was 11 lbs, 12 ounces and 23 inches long at his 2-month checkup.  I am anticipating he will weigh somewhere between 13.5 and 14 lbs at his 4-month checkup here in a few weeks.  He definitely appears as though he will have his daddy's height and long, thin legs!  I just love my little man.  Fat babies are cute, but I think he's just the perfect size!

Being at home with him has been simply awesome.  I am eternally thankful that I decided to go ahead and take the first few weeks of the school year off.  While it is going to have an impact on my paycheck and probably cause us to have to cut back quite a bit on spending for a few months, it is totally worth it to have this extra time.  I cannot IMAGINE having had to leave him when he was just barely over 2 months old.  I know soooo many mommies have to do that and I feel for them.  I am grateful that we have Shane's mother who is going to be watching him once I do go back to work in October.  That will be much easier than dropping him off at a daycare with a bunch of strangers.  Not only that but it will also save us money on doctor bills from when he could get sick after being around a bunch of other babies.  Not many people have the luxury of a relative keeping their child so I am definitely feeling very blessed to have that opportunity.

Needless to say, we sure do love our little man!  It is simply unbelievable, for lack of better words, that just 3 months ago I was, most likely, nursing a very tiny newborn baby boy while in a state of delirium or I may have been anxiously watching him sleep waiting until he woke up only to nurse him again.  I look back on this past summer and I reflect on all the things that went on and all I can think is how incredibly grateful I am that it all happened to me.  I don't think anyone will ever be able to cure me of my perpetual tendencies to post lots of details on Facebook about my life and our comings and goings, so to share pictures of Ellis on this blog would be nothing but redundancy.  But what I don't share on Facebook is the life-changing emotional roller coaster that has sent me spinning into the absolute adventure of my life.  The tricky thing about posting the troubles and triumphs of motherhood on social media is you're throwing yourself to the wolves.  You're putting it all out there on the table for others to see, judge, laugh, smile, scowl, shake their head, or even discuss with others.  Regardless of how ungrateful, dramatic, over-emotional, naive, or ridiculous I have ever sounded in any of my posts about being a mom, I just have to say that there is absolutely NO where else I would rather be than in this life that I am living.


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Coming out of the dark

My last blog caused quite a stir among friends and family members.  While I always post in hopes people will read, I never intended to cause anyone to be concerned or to seek out extra attention or to create drama.  But I am glad that I did cause the concern because it allowed me to truly reflect on the way I had been feeling and to realize that what I was experiencing was Postpartum Depression.  While the most severe cases of PPD involve women having suicidal thoughts and neglecting their babies, my case was much less severe than that.

Being aware of my feelings helped me to find freedom in admitting that I did have a problem.  It wasn't "normal" and it wasn't something that felt like it was going to go away.  It was looming over me on a daily basis, haunting me at just the slightest touch of happiness I would feel, and threatening to affect my ability to take care of my baby.  I would sit on the couch in the living room and have a conversation with my husband about everyday topics and just find myself in tears for absolutely no reason at all.  I would lie in bed at night and cry, asking Shane, "What is WRONG with me???"

I became obsessed with sleep.  I couldn't sleep, so all I did was think about it.  I would lie in bed and literally just pray over and over, "Please Lord, help me to sleep."  And I didn't!  So I grew more and more bitter and angry that I still wasn't sleeping, despite my prayers that I would.  I started feeling ill due to lack of sleep and had trouble functioning throughout the day.  I wasn't eating much ecause I rarely felt hungry.

It was then that I knew I needed help.  Luckily my 6-week post-delivery check-up was scheduled already so I was able to talk to the doctor about everything that had been going on.  She did not hesitate in putting me on medication.  I have been taking it for just at a week now, along with some natural herb tablets that are for emotional well-being.  And I feel like a new person.  Literally.

I can get through a whole day without crying or without even wanting to cry.  I can feed my baby and talk to him and sing to him without bursting into tears.  I can lay in bed and relax and not worry about the fact that I may have trouble falling asleep from time to time.  My mindset is literally altered now.  It's not perfect and it's not always optimistic, but I don't have the fears and worries I had a week ago.  I'm not constantly afraid anymore.

Speaking of optimism, I think one of the hardest things about going through all of this has probably been dealing with the many people in my life who are extreme optimists.  I know that sounds harsh--it isn't meant to sound harsh at all.  I know these people love me and want the best for me.  But sometimes I feel like an eternal optimist, in their pep talks and attempts to appease my emotions, are more condescending than anything else.  It's almost like they're saying it's silly for me to feel this way or that way.  I often feel judged for the way I feel and think.  Unfortunately because so many moms adjust to motherhood beautifully, I am thrown into the group that didn't adjust and, therefore, am probably viewed as weak to many.  I know I just have one kid and I know there are so many who have it WAY harder, but for me to say that things are hard isn't wrong.  And I have finally come to a place where I don't really care anymore about people who think it's wrong/weird/dramatic/over-sensitive for me to have felt the way I felt.

All that to say, I am extremely happy to say that I finally have found a way to cope with everything that has come to pass in these last 2 months.  I've always been overwhelmed with love for my baby, but now I can truly find happiness in that love and find a way to smile and laugh instead of cry.  I can accept the bad days and know that I will have them.  I can also find comfort in knowing that so many others are in my same boat.  I can thank God for all the support and help I have and continue to have.

I can find my way out of the dark.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Brutally Honest

I've been a total wreck today, for lack of better words.  And for those who know me well, you know my tendency to exaggerate, my flair for drama, and my extreme emotional sensitivity.  But for those who don't know me well, I'll just say that I'm rather tired of getting hassled for it or for being made to feel like it's wrong to be that way.  If I could make myself NOT be emotional and sensitive, I most definitely would.  But yet...I don't really feel bad for being the way that I am.  After all, I was this person when my husband met me, dated me for 5 1/2 years and eventually proposed to me.  I managed to hang onto him all this time.  He's not tired of me yet!

Okay so back to being a total wreck....I'm a total wreck.  And I just don't really know why.  Why should I be a wreck?  I post on facebook daily--sometimes multiple times a day--pictures of my precious son and how sweet and cute he is.  He IS so dang cute and sweet.  I just love him to pieces.  I miss him when I'm not holding him.  I miss him when I'm away from him.  When I watch other people hold him I miss him.  I hope he knows how much I love him and how much I love being his mommy.

But then there's this other side of me.  The train-wreck side of me that feels so completely totally messed up inside over this whole new chapter of life I have entered and been in for just over a month now.  I think most moms know and well remember the emotional roller coaster that new motherhood brings about, but it also seems many moms have forgotten.  I hear a lot of pep talks about how I just need to "hang in there" and "it gets better" and "I enjoyed this time so much with my baby.  You should soak up every single moment."  I respect all of those words of wisdom and believe them and acknowledge them....But I am not buying into them right now...which is why this blog is titled "Brutally Honest."  To be brutally honest, I'm not buying that it gets better.  I'm not soaking up every moment and I'm definitely not enjoying every moment.

I'm enjoying some moments.  I love when my son looks right at me and it's like he just knows I'm his mommy.  I love those moments in the morning when he's first waking up and he's doing his little baby stretches and making funny little faces and making sweet sounds.  I love when he falls asleep with his head on my shoulder.  I love when my husband comes home from work and I can watch him bond with our son in his own special way.  Shane is such a good daddy.

But I'm not enjoying all of it.  I want to watch a TV show...all the way through without worrying about if my baby is spitting up, or if he's asleep or not, or if he might have a dirty diaper, or if he makes a little squeak if that means he's hungry or about to cry.  I want to go to the pool with my girlfriends and lay out all day until I get sunburned.  I want to meet my husband at a bar after he gets off work and have several drinks, maybe order some food, then come home late and go to bed, without a care in the world.  I want to go out spontaneously and shop for summer clothes without having to spend an hour feeding a baby until he's content, packing up a diaper bag, hauling his car seat into a shopping cart, carefully pushing him around a store, on pins and needles about whether or not he will wake up crying and end my shopping spree.  I want to lay down in my bed and just go to sleep....and sleep and sleep and sleep without setting an alarm, without listening for a baby, without worrying about what time I will get woken up, without worrying about my poor husband and his perpetual lack of sleep.  I want all of those things so badly that it literally makes me cry.  And I feel like such a terrible person because of it.

So basically I'm having extremely selfish thoughts....Almost 100% of the time.  And I'm not going to try to hide them.  I don't think I'll ever stop having these selfish thoughts.  But what I want is for me to just be at peace.  I'd like to go a full hour without randomly starting to cry.  I was on a roll for a few days where I wasn't crying at all.  Typically if there is enough going on to distract me I don't cry.  It's on the quiet days where nothing is going on that it all hits me at once and it's like Niagara Falls.  I just can't seem to find the peace that I know God will give me if I will only just have faith and calm down.

I look at all the women in my life who have had a baby and/or are raising kids.  They are okay.  They're "normal".  They're living life.  They're making it.  This encourages me and assures me that I will make it too.  I just wish I would've known about all these feelings so I could've been prepared.  These feelings are so strong that they're almost more than I can handle.  And for the mommas who have a baby and experience absolutely nothing but pure joy and don't have a single thought of their "old life"....I envy them.  But I question their honesty.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Forever Changed

I haven't blogged in ages and frankly I haven't missed it bc typically when I blog I have a tendency to either ramble on about nothing or ramble about something that means a lot to me, but nothing to anyone else and therefore it feels pointless.

Today though I want to blog about my birth story.  It's been 8 days and I have not had a chance to really truly reflect on that day, but I have always been a writer at heart and have found a release in writing out my thoughts ever since I was young.  Typically if I have a lot to say I'm going to write it, rather than voice it out loud.  So here is my story.

It all began on Monday night, June 2nd around 5:45 pm.  I was sitting on the couch waiting for Shane to come back with Chinese takeout.  Suddenly I felt an odd "gush" of sorts like I had wet my pants.  Considering the baby had been on my bladder for the last 2 weeks or more I figured it was nothing more than that.  After a couple more similar incidents, I decided to call my doctor.  They said if contractions picked up that it could've been the beginning of my water breaking and I could come in to get checked out.  Long story short, contractions did start and we were on our way to the hospital by 8 pm.

3 1/2 hours later, we were on our way back home.  The amniotic swab test they did to determine if my water had indeed broken came back negative and after walking around the hospital for an entire hour, the contractions had fizzled out.  I was feeling discouraged and irritated at the waste of time (and money).

By 4 am I was having more  "gushes" and more contractions.  Shane went ahead and left for work, telling me to call him immediately if something changes.  I had already called in to work bc I wasn't about to go to school "wetting myself" all day long.

At 5 am I was sitting on a beach towel on the bed typing lesson plans to send in for the substitute teacher when SHOOOOOOOOM (that's supposed to be the sound of gushing water, btw).  There was absolutely no mistaking what was happening.  I called Shane, called the hospital, got the "come on in" order, took a shower, dried my hair, did my makeup, and we were headed back to Baylor by 6:30 am.

By 7:30 I was in a room on a monitor and had passed the amniotic swab test, but was not dilated at all.

By 8:30 we were officially in a Labor and Delivery room and the family had been alerted.

After that, the times became a blur and the length of time things lasted also gets fuzzy.  The contractions were getting increasingly painful, but since I wasn't dilated they wouldn't give me an epidural, but they did give me some drug (I wish I could remember the name of it) to "relax me".  The next 2-3 hours were probably the most painful of my entire life.  The contraction intensity tripled and all of the pain was 100% in my back.  Looking back I honestly can't physically remember the pain, but I can remember it mentally.  I KNOW it was there and I KNOW it was awful.  I remember gripping the side of the bed, crying out, trying to make myself cry to get some sort of release out of it.  I remember the way Shane and his mom were pushing on my back, trying to ease some of the pain.  Some of my famous quotes during labor pains were: "He's gonna be so cuuuuuute!" (which I do remember saying) and "Just gimme the epidural, dammit!" (which I don't remember saying).

2-3 excruciating hours later, they checked me again and I was at a whopping 1.  Finally the doc OK'd me to have the epidural.  That was the easiest part of the whole painful part of that day, despite my initial fears.  I was so eager to not feel anything that I didn't even care about what that anesthesiologist was doing to me.  I hardly noticed the needle going into my back.  It didn't take long before I was numb from the waist down and the relaxation drug was kicked in full force.  I spent the rest of the afternoon drifting in and out of sleep.  I hardly remember when my family showed up.  I just know I was a complete total zombie.

By late-afternoon I had only dilated to a 2.  The doc seemed mildly pleased with the "progress", but it was still odd that things were going so slowly considering how strong the contractions were.

By 7ish (again...times are all a blur), things still were not moving along at the rate we had hoped.  At some point they began to give me Pitocin.  I don't even remember discussing it, but Shane remembers me saying it was okay.   The Pitocin did not help me dilate.  At 7:30 I was still just at a 4, running a temperature, and the contractions had actually seemed to have let up.  It was a very odd thing.

The next hour passed very quickly.  Looking back it seemed like 5 minutes.  One minute I was running a temperature and being given Tylenol.  I remember how happy I was to get to take 2 whole sips of water to swallow the pills.  The next minute, 4 nurses came into the room, told our family that everybody needed to get out, and they were slapping an oxygen mask on me and flipping my bed upside down.  :0  I remember being still too drugged up to have much emotion inside of me.  My thoughts were ranging from, "What is happening?  Is my baby okay?  Am I going to make it through this?  God help me!"  Thank goodness I couldn't see the monitors to know what was truly happening.  The baby's heart rate was in the 60s and 70s and contractions were happening one right on top of the other.  He was also sunny side up, which is why they flipped me apparently.  The doc came in and checked me again, finding still no progress past the 4.  She looked at me and asked me if I was done and I nodded "yes".

By 8:30 I was being wheeled out of my room and into the OR.  I remember how bright the lights were and how sterile the room was.  There were tons of doctors and nurses in there, most of whom were doing other things not related to my surgery.  I remember the kind anesthesiologist talking me through the entire surgery and telling me what I was going to feel.  They administered an additional drug to further numb me, aka, send me into a convulsive round of uncontrollable shaking and shuddering.  Shane said I looked like a scene from the exorcist, lying stretched on the operating table, shuddering and convulsing.  The blue drape went up in front of me and I felt the tugging and pulling I had been told about.  "Lord Jesus, please help me....Lord Jesus please help me...." was what I was repeating frantically to myself from inside my oxygen mask.  What seemed like only seconds later, I heard a small squeaky cry.  I knew it was him.  He was out.  He was alive.  My son was here!  "There he is," I remember Shane saying.  The anesthesiologist asked me if I wanted to see, which of course I did, so I lifted my head up as best I could to peek over the drape and they lifted the baby up just high enough to give me a tiny peek.  And I saw him.  I saw his tiny scrunched face and his little arms up in the air, wailing and breathing his first breaths in this world.  "I did it!" I thought...or did I say it out loud?  I can't remember.  I was still shaking uncontrollably.  Minutes later they cleaned him up, weighed him, and swaddled him.  Here is our first photo together.  I was hardly able to keep my mouth closed bc I was shaking so bad.  I couldn't really truly smile like I wanted to.  I could hardly open my eyes either.


Once we were in recovery, I was parched and still horribly shaky.  We got to watch the nurse give Ellis his first sponge bath.  Then Kaley, my awesome nurse, helped me nurse him for the first time.  After another couple of hours, we were back in our room in L&D bc they didn't have any available postpartum rooms that night.  I was still pretty drugged up, beyond exhausted, and very thirsty still.  The ice chips just weren't cutting it anymore.  I was finally able to sip water once we were settled in our room.  The family got to come in at least and take their turns holding our angel.  I remember talking to everybody, but don't really remember what was said.  I remember pictures being taken and lots of smiles and love and laughter.  

So Ellis Ray arrived at 8:45 pm on June 3, 2014 in the most unexpected way...except not to me.  All throughout my pregnancy I never once pictured the actual birth.  I never imagined labor, never imagined myself "pushing" him out.  I just knew it would happen...that he would be born and that I couldn't wait for it to happen.  What I didn't realize was that my lack of thoughts on labor were God's way of mentally preparing me for his birth and the way it all came to be.  I didn't mention it earlier, but for those still wondering about the c-section, it was the only option.  As the contractions intensified and increased, the cord was being pulled tighter and tighter around my sweet baby.  When they pulled him out of me, it was wrapped around him several times.  No amount of natural medicines or lack of drugs would've helped that.  God saw that cord and knew he had to get out of there fast.  

I look at the road ahead and right now all I see is tomorrow.  It'll probably be much the same as today.  Lots of nursing, lots of diapers, lots of rocking, burping, and lots of baby talk.  The thought of a string of repetitive events, being alone all day long with a baby, without adult conversation, without being able to really go anywhere for more than 2 hours at a time since I have to nurse him.....It's enough to overwhelm me and send me straight into a huge breakdown.  (And I've had many of them....trust me).  I know it sounds horribly selfish.  That selfish part of me thinks about my friends without babies (particularly teacher friends) who have a whole summer ahead of them to sleep in, stay up late, do whatever they want every day, get their nails done, go to the pool, go to happy hours, etc.  I think that will never be me again.  It makes me sad.  It makes me feel like I will never get to be "normal" again.

Then I look at his little face and I see a different world.  I fall in love every time I look at him.  The way I feel when I hold him and he's so content on my shoulder makes me realize how much he needs me.  I realize that Shane and I brought this life into this world and that God brought him here to us--literally--he would not be here were it not for God's divine protection.  I was told all throughout my pregnancy about how worth it it would be and how much I would love him....And it was all true, but to a level I never fathomed.  I never could have imagined such a love and such a precious gift being given to me and to my husband.  My heart is full.  


So there is my story.  It is just beginning, I know.  And I know it will go by all too fast.  I know that I will feel "normal" again, but normal will still be different than before.  It'll be a new normal.  Here is it 8 days later and my son is in his bouncy seat, making sweet baby noises and sleeping peacefully.  It still seems surreal.  

I'm a mom.

I have a baby.

I have a son.

My life is forever changed.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Another blog about teaching....

So I NEVER blog anymore.  I stopped originally bc I was concerned that it was "annoying" people.  But then I realized that if it's really annoying perhaps maybe they shouldn't read it???  Just a crazy thought...

Anyway let me get to the point of my blog, which is actually thoughts of late about my job.  Not MY job as in specifically my job, but my job field.  I know there are millions upon millions of articles, stories, and of course other blogs that are written by teachers, for teachers, against teachers, in support of teachers, etc.  I know that many of them all say the same thing.  Teaching is the hardest job in the world.  They work harder than anyone.  Blah, blah blah.  That's not my point of this blog and not what I want to say.

This is my 6th year in education.  In just 6 years I have seen an immense amount of changes take place.  At first these changes were huge, monumental changes that really taught me a lot and forced me to change the way I structured my classroom.  They were positive,  useful, constructive changes that benefited both student and teacher.  After a few years of these constructive changes, I was able to build upon these changes, increase my expertise in the field of the primary grades, try things just a little differently each year to find what worked for me, find an organization system, fail at one, try again, fail again, then set a goal to try something totally different the following school year.  Every school year ended with the same resounding refrain:  "This is where you belong.  Well done!"  And that made it all worth it.  I think that's what makes being a teacher worth it for almost all teachers.  You work hard all year and that last day feels so good because you know you made it and you know you made a difference.

In the meantime, there are those 179 days prior to that last day of school where your feelings tell you otherwise.  As with any job out there, everyone has their bad days, their boring company meetings with crazy agendas, impossible tasks set before you that you don't think you can ever accomplish, that one coworker who gets on your nerves, lame events that are mandatory to attend, etc.  But with teaching it's more than that.  For me, I feel that teaching is a huge mind game.  You're constantly playing a game with yourself, your coworkers, your boss, your students, the parents, and your family.  The "game" you play is a huge competition.  It's a competition for your time, attention, thoughts, mental and physical exertion, emotions, love, blood, sweat, and tears.  I know that sounds dramatic, but it is oh so true.

And the worst part of the game is that it's a completely unfair game with little structure and rules to guide you.  You have to make your own choices all along the way and no matter what choices you make, someone suffers.  It seems that teachers tend to fall into various categories.

The first category is the "Extreme Teachers".  These are the teachers who feel the need to be at school as late at night as possible every night.  If they don't stay late, they won't be ready for the next day.  They see it as just part of the job that they don't get to be with their families.  It's not a big deal to them because it's "just the way it is".  They might even be Eager Beavers who are super pumped every day about their lessons they poured for hours over the night before and are super enthusiastic at every faculty meeting.  They anxiously await the chance to volunteer for different committees.  It is their goal to be a phenomenal teacher and the only way they can achieve this goal is to sleep, breathe, eat, and think school 24/7.  Or perhaps they may not be so eager, but they may be absolutely overwhelmed all the time.  They're extreme because they're hard-working and dedicated.  They do the best they can and try strive to be perfect.  They don't want to live at school, but they feel they have no choice, so they stay at school super late every night, make themselves miserable, and never can seem to get it together because they're running themselves ragged.

Then there's the teachers who choose not to stay late.  Aka "The Slackers".  There are the perceived slackers....They make use of the time given during the school day, use every extra spare second to get little tasks done, try to stay organized so they aren't snowed under, and therefore don't feel a need to stay late.  "It'll get done eventually" is their mindset.  They know it'll still be there the next day.  The Eager Beavers often view them as the teachers who "don't care."   They'd much rather be home with their families than staying at school slaving over school work till 5-6 pm....What's up with that???  Don't they care about their job? They're the ones who are never asked to do training or are never nominated for teacher of the year.  No way can they be a good teacher since they don't live at school.  Then there are the ACTUAL slackers....The other end of this category is the teachers who truly don't care.  They don't try, they don't commit, they don't work.  They do the bare minimum.  They are the ones who ruin it for the other end of this category--the ones who do care, but choose not to let school consume them.

Then there are the teachers who try so hard to be everything, but also try to be balanced and carefree.  They stay late at school 1-2 days a week, getting as much done as they can, race home to be with their families, then feel horribly guilty leaving "early" on those other 3-4 days.  They are constantly trying to meet their deadlines, doing the best they can to write their lesson plans well and keep up with others.  These teachers also will never be nominated to be teacher of the year, although they wish so much they could be.  They just can't do enough to measure up compared to the eager beavers.  They want to, but they also really want to be there for their family and they don't want to be consumed.

For people who do not teach, they may look at teachers as these omnipresent forces who are obligated to be on call 24/7 for the sake of their students.  They should stay at school as long as it takes to plan a perfect lesson and accomplish any other task that is required of them.  It shouldn't be a big deal--after all, they're teachers, right?  It's the job they "signed up for".  Many people who know little, but think they know a lot, about teaching may think that we teachers like to talk a big game and conjure up a lot of sympathy from the outside world in order to make them understand just how difficult our job is.  And then these same people try to compare our job with other jobs out there, saying that all jobs have their difficulties and we should suck it up.  Yet, the difference is that as teachers, because we are TEACHERS, we aren't allowed to complain.  We should take sheer joy and pleasure in every single aspect of our job.  It's like we are supposed to be superhuman or emotionless.  If we complain about our job, it must mean we hate our students.  Or if we choose to leave school at 4 pm instead of 5 pm, we aren't as dedicated to the job.  Ice days?  Shoot, we shouldn't be celebrating!  We should be upset about how far behind we are in our lesson planning now!  We should be spending the time off making more lesson plans and doing more work!  And summer break?  That's a no-brainer.  We should definitely be counting down the days with extreme excitement until we get to go BACK to school.   We don't need to enjoy our time off!  We love teaching and it's what we were born to do!  Who needs a vacation??  (No sarcasm intended whatsoever...)

I realize this blog is dripping with judgement and blanket statements.  Non-teachers reading it may be thinking that is not AT ALL how they view teachers.  I recognize and appreciate how FEW non-teaching people I've come across that actually think like that teachers. .  In fact, I come across way more non-teachers who get it and recognize we need balance and have just as much of a right to put our families first as any other occupation.  In 6 years of teaching, 99.9% of my parental relationships have been positive and wonderful and supportive.  I thank God I never had to deal with those who have unrealistic expectations of their child's teacher.

On the other hand, teachers reading this blog may be trying to figure out which of the 3 categories they fit in and are finding things about that category that still don't adequately describe them.  Nothing in those above descriptions is absolute.  I know there's always exceptions.  I respect and admire so much those who are able to keep things well balanced (i.e. can stay late, get lots done, be Super Mom/Super Wife).  There is nothing that brings me more joy than seeing well-respected teacher friends on Facebook posting about being with their families.  And if you're an Eager Beaver, congratulations to you because you will never be so compelled as to write a blog like this one and risk getting your head chewed off!  You will always take joy in your job and will never think negatively about it.   That's an extremely admirable quality.  I wish I had a little bit of Eager Beaver in me now and then.  Maybe I wouldn't feel so conflicted all the time.

I have lots of friends that are teachers and I know how hard they work in their classroom and I also know how much they love their families.  I am not at all saying that if you stay at school until 6:30 you don't love your family.  I am not judging teachers stay at school super late. I get it.  You have to sometimes!  I am jealous of your stamina.  What I hate so much is that mind game that tells you if you DON'T do it, you're not a good teacher!  And speaking in defense of these teachers, I think a lot of times those teachers who live at school feel like it's the only choice that they have in order to stay afloat.

The twist in the game is that there is a choice!  There's always a choice.  And simply put, teaching is just a job at the end of the day.  I don't mean JUST as in a negative term.  Let me quote a blogger I found who so brilliantly described teaching.

"First is the word just. I wrote that teaching is just a job. This was the sentence that received the most push back.
I didn’t mean just as in merely, like if you said, “Just water, please” when ordering a drink at a restaurant.
I meant just in the sense of simplicity. Like when your children or students are being obnoxious and you say, “I just want some peace and quiet.”
Teaching is simply a job. It was one aspect of my life, but it shouldn’t have been the all consuming sum total of who I am. It’s an occupation, not an identity. I let my heart get too tied up in what I was doing. I lost myself in my job because I couldn’t find balance.
I wasn’t degrading the role of teaching, but rather writing about the need for balance in the lives of teachers. Like many professions, teaching can significantly influence the lives of others. That was a heavy responsibility I never took lightly."
To read this blog in its entirety, go to the following link: http://pursuingcontext.com/blog/2013/10/teaching-is-an-occupation-not-an-identity-a-follow-up
I guess rather than continue to describe all the different aspects of teaching and all the different teacher/non-teacher types, I'd just like to say that I don't think it is fair that teachers are put in a different category than other people with jobs as far as how they should balance their outside lives.  In other words, we should be allowed to have them.  Perhaps that statement sounds stupid or dramatic.  But lately I feel literally as though there is a mindset that teachers should apologize if they aren't sleeping and breathing their jobs.  And of course, I'm that one person who is apologizing and constantly worrying about how I look when I choose to walk away from my classroom at 4 pm instead of 7 pm.  But should it be that way?  
All that being said, Christmas break is coming up in exactly 8 school days.  I fully intend to spend my Christmas break with my family.  I might grade papers, if I need to.  I will not be going up to my school to work in my classroom and I will not be spending multiple hours of my break doing lesson plans.  I will get those done before I leave for the break.  Perhaps that makes me completely undedicated to my job.  But in the meantime I will be happily celebrating the holidays with the people I love.  If you're a teacher and you're reading this, don't apologize if you choose to do the same.  If you do choose to do school work over the break, more power to you.  But don't do it because you feel like others will judge you or look down on you if you don't.  Do it because you want to.  
Just my two cents....


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Went off track, but I'm coming back!

Well, as I typically do any time I ever do a diet of any kind, I went by the wayside a bit this past weekend....I did give myself the cheat in advance for the bachelorette party, but I also cheated yesterday by having some beer at our very favorite spot, Flying Saucer....I just couldn't resist.  However, I did NOT have the usual popcorn with it nor did we order anything absurd off the menu.  Actually, we ordered some hummus, which is probably one of the healthier menu items.

Saturday was a total wash....First I ate Mexican food (which, I really feel stupid about the decision I ended up making at the restaurant, although I really was trying to be good) and ended up ordering a chile relleno with chicken.  The only "healthy" choice involved in that was foregoing the chipotle cream sauce it was served with and opting for the verde sauce instead, which is just the simple green sauce made mostly of green chiles.  I did not even eat half of my plate though and hardly touched the rice, so at least there was portion control involved.  Being a bachelorette party I won't even try to justify the cocktails.  We had a blast!

Sunday was spent doing a lot of resting on the couch.  Shane grilled some jalapeno-cheddar chicken sausage that night for dinner, which we ate with chips and salsa....Again....not the best of choices but it could've been worse!

Monday we slept in, but I woke up starving.  I ended up just having a Cliff bar (yes....I know that is not good) and had a cup of black coffee while Shane went running.  In the afternoon, we went to Saucer where I enjoyed a couple of Memorial day brews....Dinner Monday night consisted of grilled bacon-wrapped asparagus and grilled tilapia.  Slowly but surely I began getting back on track...

Today was my first day to get reprogrammed.  I missed a day of my cleanse this weekend, so the fiber shake schedule is a little off....I had a fiber shake this morning and then had oatmeal with blueberries for breakfast.  I actually ended up having a package of the flavored oatmeal.  Typically I would just do the plain rolled oats, but I compared the labels and discovered that the flavored oatmeal I had is the "low sugar" kind so there were only 3 g of sugar and the exact same number of calories. I figured it wouldn't kill me...When I got to school I ate the white of a hard-boiled egg for some extra protein.

Lunch:
3/4 avocado
small packet of tuna
a few wheat crackers with some hummus

Snack:
Spark energy drink

Workout:
1 hour yoga class

Dinner:
leftover bacon-wrapped asparagus (1 piece of bacon wrapped around 4 spears)
small piece of tilapia
small serving of green salad with dressing (I know dressing is a no-no but calorie-wise it's not much at all)

Tomorrow I hope to do even better.  Cleanse is officially over in 3 days, but I still plan to keep up this diet for sure during the week for as long as I can possibly stand it.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Day 3...Is it REALLY just Day 3???

Despite the title, things really aren't so bad at all.  In fact, I've enjoyed making myself healthy dinners and packing healthy lunches and spending time really thinking about what I am eating.  It isn't burdensome to me at all.

 I will say, however, time seems to be going very slowly.  I feel like it's been MUCH longer than 3 days that I've been sans junk food.  And I'm NOT even a junk food addict by any means.  The only "sweets" I have in stock around here is a glass bowl of Dove dark chocolate candies and that is only because some students gave me some for my birthday/teacher appreciation.  We do not eat desserts around here.  We also don't drink sodas or a ton of processed food.  But saying "no" is still hard....This week I've had to resist the urge to grab a handful of Goldfish out of the bag when passing out snack to my class.  I also had to resist the VERY tempting cupcake display at a baby shower after work today....Now THAT was tough!  I couldn't....unfortunately, resist having a small cup of the punch they were serving....I justified it because it was made with fat free lime sherbet and ginger ale, which is a lower-sugar soda.  I also went to Earth class at my yoga studio today, which is a very intense, power-yoga flow class.  Tons of push-ups, balancing, and core work.  So I don't really feel guilty about it.  I think eating a cupcake would've been the big fail....but I did NOT give in!

Today's meals:

Breakfast:
Advocare fiber shake
Spark energy drink
(waited 20 minutes)
1/4 cup oatmeal with almond milk
1/4 cup blueberries on top
hard boiled egg white

Lunch:
packet of salmon in water
10 or 12 whole wheat crackers with a little bit of garlic flavored hummus
1/2 cup blueberries

Dinner:
small boneless skinless chicken breast cut up over a romaine lettuce salad (chicken seasoned with crushed red pepper and a sprinkling of Ranch seasoning); added cherry tomatoes to the salad, sprinkled a few tortilla chips on top and used salsa for dressing.

I told Shane I really think I could continue eating like this on a regular basis so long as I had at least 1-2 cheat days each week.  Otherwise I would end up crashing and pigging out and just giving it up altogether.  I can't do anything cold turkey.  If anything I've learned that it's all about moderation and just being mindful!  I will be anxious to take measurements a week from now to see if anything has changed.  So far I haven't noticed a huge difference in the way I feel except that I am a bit more sluggish and tired (prob from lack of carbs and sugar withdrawal since I do drink quite a bit of red wine typically) and on the flip side I feel more energized in the mornings.  I also notice that my belly feels less full when I go to bed and the increased water intake has helped my cravings for sugar.  The fiber shakes are not making me crampy or bloated...Thank goodness!

Day 4 tomorrow and then Day 5 means my husband is HOME!!!!!!!!



Monday, May 20, 2013

Day 1: So far, so good!

Today was my first day of the 10-day cleanse.  For being only 10 days it is a little bit complicated!  (at least it seems that way right now)  You drink a fiber shake the first 3 days and the last 3 days, you take pills every night before bed the first 7 days, then on days 4-10 you take a different pill packet.  I will probably have to check the little "schedule" every single day in order to make sure I am doing it right.

As far as my eating goes....I think I am definitely the type person who goes overkill with eating healthy.  I tend to eat MORE when I am eating healthy.  Sure, the foods I eat are a zillion times better for me and not fattening or super high-calorie, but I think I try to cram too much into one meal.  Overall though...I think I did pretty good.

Breakfast:
Spark energy drink
Fiber shake
(drank both of these on an empty stomach very shortly after I woke up, then got ready and walked the dogs)
1/2 cup oatmeal (plain, with almond milk, topped with 1/4 cup blueberries)
1 hard boiled egg (mostly ate just the white part and discarded the yellow)

Lunch:
small packet of white tuna
1 avocado
Spark energy drink

Snack:
1 apple


Workout:
1 hour Pilates class (Holy crap was it ever hard!)

Dinner:
small serving of angel hair pasta (Yes yes I know it's carbs, but Pilates was SUPER intense, I sweat buckets and came home completely famished!), sliced zucchini, squash and a few cherry tomatoes cut in half
I seasoned it with pepper, red pepper flakes, Italian seasoning (I read that it is very low in sodium) and a tiny drizzle of olive oil.  It still tasted SUPER bland so I sprinkled it with a tiny bit of parmesan...Yes....I know!

Okay so I kinda screwed up at dinner....But it could've been worse!  At least I didn't have any wine!  And so far haven't had any major sugar cravings.  LOVING the Spark drink too.  I'm using the Lose It app on the iPhone too to track my food/calorie intake.  According to the app, which is pretty dead-on accurate, I am still 600 calories under my budget today (this is thanks to my Pilates class of course).  Feelin' pretty good!

1 down, 9 to go!

:)

Sunday, May 19, 2013

I'm baaaack.....with a vengeance!

Well friends, for those who used to read my blog and enjoyed it, I have returned (at least for now)!  For those who thought it was stupid, how about not reading it??? :)

Anyway, my "vengeance" I speak of is my new attitude I have against all foods that are bad for me, i.e. all foods that I just so happen to love!  After trying on a bridesmaids dress for a wedding in June and not being able to zip it all the way up, I realized perhaps I need to wake up and smell the carbs and start caring just a little bit about what I put in my body.

So I'm starting with a detox cleanse....Starting tomorrow, May 20th I will be doing the 10-Day Cleanse from Advocare.  I've heard great things about it (despite the fact that the fiber shakes supposedly taste terrible) and I am hopeful that if anything it will help me form some better habits, or at least make me a little more conscious!


The biggest challenge of this cleanse.....NO alcohol at all (obviously) and very little carbs/starches.  Otherwise I think the diet should be pretty easy.  Most of the suggested foods are things I typically eat anyway or really enjoy eating....However when I went grocery shopping today I was blown away by how DIFFERENT my grocery cart looked when I went through the checkout line and how much lower my grocery bill was!  Here are most of the items that were in my cart today:

whole wheat crackers
rainbow spiral pasta
pinto beans
black beans
canned diced tomatoes
ground turkey
jalapeno chicken sausage
baby spinach
avocado
cucumbers
sweet potatoes
lemons
apples
blueberries
bagged salad
almond milk
hummus
Special K protein shakes (hope they are good!)
frozen fruit (raspberries and strawberries)
frozen broccoli and cauliflower
frozen brussel sprouts
canned tuna
canned salmon
brown rice
eggs

Items I already had in my freezer to be included in my "diet" are chicken breasts and tilapia.

None of these foods are crazy weird for me to purchase, however, it was shocking to me how very little of these items I actually do buy on a regular basis.  The items missing from that list that I would normally buy include cheese, wine, bagels, cereal, bananas, and oranges, ground beef or pork chops.  Otherwise, I consider myself an overall pretty healthy person.  What I didn't realize was how very little I knew about certain foods that are thought to be healthy, but actually aren't!

I'm excited about this "adventure" and am very confident that starting it with my husband out of town will help me to really stay on track this week.  My plan is to blog either each night or every other night my meals and my progress.  This will help me stay accountable....I hope!  I have already given myself a "cheat" night because I have a bachelorette party to go to on the 25th....but other than that I am determined to be a stickler!

Wish me luck!

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Paula Deen is NOT the kitchen devil!

In the last several years America has suddenly decided that it's finally time to get healthy.  So people are going from one extreme to the other with their eating habits.  Gluten-free, dairy-free, sugar-free, etc.....And there was a time when Paula Deen ruled the world of Southern cooking.  Her butter-filled, cream-cheese infused, greasy, fattening dishes have suddenly, in America's eyes, gone from delicious to disgusting.  People blame her for obesity, etc.  (okay maybe not really, but I know she has gotten a bad rep!)  I just have to say that Mrs. Deen is not as horrible as some people seem to think.  The proof is in the fact that both of her sons have become successful cooks as well and have published several cookbooks --one of which is a cookbook I used to use frequently, but then neglected for awhile.  On a whim, I flipped through it the other night and ended up centering my entire week's menu around it.  First of all, let me say that more than half the recipes are legitimately healthy meals.  Yes, of course there are plenty of Southern dishes that are going to have your butter and cream cheese and create plenty of grease, but the meals I chose for the week are all reasonably healthy! (meaning their mother wasn't such a "bad influence" after all!)  If you haven't seen this cookbook yet, I'd encourage you to check it out for yourself.  It has some great dishes in it.

Today's recipe posting is from the dinner I cooked tonight.  The recipe did come from this cookbook, but I had to modify it a bit.  So I will put the recipe in my language, rather than post a link to it:

Bacon-wrapped Chicken with Chipotle-Cheddar cheese sauce:

1 package of chicken tenderloins (actual recipe calls for chicken breasts cut in half, but this was easier and I didn't have to cut the chicken)
6-8 slices of bacon
1 can cheddar cheese soup
1/3 cup milk
dash of Worcestershire sauce
1 Tbs ground chipotle peppers** (the recipe calls for 2 tsp chipotle pepper sauce, but I didn't have that)

**the ground peppers can be very spicy so if you're sensitive to spicy I'd use less than a tablespoon

Wrap the pieces of bacon around each chicken tender and lay on a foil-lined baking sheet (I sprayed the foil).  Bake on 400 for 15-20 minutes, then set oven to broil and cook for additional 4-5 minutes.  (the kitchen was VERRRRY smoky so just keep an eye out).  Meanwhile, stir together and heat the soup, milk, Worcestershire and peppers in a saucepan on the stove.  Heat until simmering then cover to keep warm.  Drizzle over the chicken before serving.  The cheese sauce was very spicy and a little thick because I think I let it cool too much.

Enjoy!  And long live Paula Deen!

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

And she bakes!!!

People I know who don't teach are always getting on my case about how much time we have off in the summer.  My response is typically, "It's not as great as you might think."  Even though this isn't actually 100% true (because, yes, it IS great!), I would have to say that overall, it does get awfully boring at times.  For the most part, I am bored. I find ways to fill my time.  I DON'T have tons of things to do during the way and I definitely don't have enough hobbies to occupy the extra time.  I'm not sure if this is something I should be sorry for, feel bad about, or if this makes me a loser, but for now I will settle for just having that much more time to be extremely lazy.

In the meantime, I have decided that this extra time has made me able to try baking.  For my birthday this year, my mother-in-law gave me the cutest cupcake holder and cupcake recipe pack.  The holder holds 2 dozen cupcakes and the recipe pack has about 12-15 different recipes in it.  I had looked through them upon receipt of them, but the other day I looked at them and decided I would actually try one of them!....and today I did!

I tried the Luscious Lemonade cupcakes with butter cream frosting.  And I am pleased to say they turned out amazing.
The cupcakes themselves were super simple to make.  But the frosting was quite an ordeal.  I was just pleased with myself that I was able to pull off a semi-complicated recipe.  I have NEVER been a baker and typically I am disappointed with anything that I try to bake, but this particular recipe I was pleased with.  It was enough of a success that makes me want to try another recipe again very soon.  There are so many flavors to choose from though...it's just a matter of which one?????

Luscious Lemonade Cupcakes:
1 1/4 cups cake flour
1/2 tablespoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup buttermilk
2 eggs
1/4 cup sugar
zest from 1 lemon
4 tablespoon butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/4 teaspoon lemon extract

Preheat oven to 350 and line muffin tin.  In a small bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, and salt.  In a big mixing bowl, add the sugar, lemon zest, and butter (room temperature).  Cream three minutes or until light and almost fluffy.  Add the extracts, eggs, and buttermilk, and stir until combined.  Add the flour mixture slowly, scraping the sides of the bowl, until thoroughly mixed.  Divide evenly in muffin tin, and bake 18-22 minutes.  Makes 12.

Buttercream Frosting:
In a large metal mixing bowl, whisk together 4 eggs, 1 cup sugar, and 1/2 teaspoon of salt.  Heat a saucepan of 1 inch of water until simmering.  Hold mixing bowl over water and continue to whisk until mixture becomes similar to the texture of a custard.  Remove from heat and beat with mixer for 5 minutes.  Then add 2 cups of butter (1 tablespoon at a time, which is 2 sticks) until combined.  Continue to beat until mixture thickens and becomes smooth and satiny. If for some reason frosting will not set, place in the freezer for 5 minutes.  It will NOT be the texture of a cake frosting.  It will be very smooth and buttery.  Delicious!!!

I used the Pampered Chef decorating "gun" to frost my cupcakes, so it looked really pretty but either way you could use a spoon or spatula to frost them.  They turned out amazing.  Can't wait to try another flavor!!!!