It feels like just yesterday I had my little baby boy. I was changing his diapers, feeding him his first solid food (banana’s), teaching him how to walk, potty training him, and all the other things you do for your babies in their first couple years. All of a sudden he’s all grown up and starting kindergarten!! I can’t believe how fast the past 5years has gone by!
We already have almost everything he needs. His theme this year is toy story..lol…so he has the toy story bookbag,luch bag & shoes. He’s got tons of new school clothes and I’ll probably be buying more just incase. We all know how kids, especially boys can go through clothes..lol…The only things left on the list he needs are his student fee’s and 3pks of baby whipes for hand washing before he eats. Even though I don’t see how anyone can get their hands properly cleaned after playing outside just using a baby whipe,especially a small child who will be too hungry to take the time to get under the nails and in between each finger. I guess we will see how that works out soon!!
It’s just about a month & a half away, and my emotions are already all over the place..lol.. One minute I’m excited for him, the next I want to cry. I can’t even begin to imagine how its going to be the first day when I have to actually drop him off and leave him there withought me 🙁 One minute I feel like crying and sometimes I even think of keeping him home an extra year just so I dont have to miss him when he’s at school..lol..Other times I feel like homeschooling him even though I know how that would work out. I can’t help feeling scared for him. Will he be o.k. withought me, will he make friends (he is pretty shy), will he learn as fast as the other children. One things for sure, he is VERY excited to start school and laughs at me when I tell him I don’t want him to go…lol…He sais he is a big boy now and he has to. I just want to hug him and never let him go.
They say time fly’s and boy are they right!! But is it too much to ask for it to slow down just a little from here on out?
Our Journey to Kindergarten
July 26th, 2010The blogging mommy is Taylor
July 25th, 2010
The Blogging Mommy is Taylor (18)
Her Kiddos are Grayson Liam Thomas (9 days)
Her location is Hamilton, ON.
How old are you now and how old are your munchkins?
I was 17 when I got pregnant and 18 when I had him.
If you could describe your child in 3 words what would they be?
Sweet, cuddly and stubborn.
What’s an average day like for you these days?
Wake up at midnight, spend about an half an hour breastfeeding change his bum try and get him to fall back asleep. Do this all over at 3 then 6 then at 9 I feed him change him put him back to sleep and have a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and then feed again at noon change his bum do my hair and have a nap. At about 3 we’re up to feed and change him again I eat quick and we go for a walk or I do a load of laundry. I try and feed him at around 5:30 so that when my mom gets home from work he can get some grandma snuggle time while I make dinner. I feed again at around 9 while watching tv with my family and go to bed if I can. Then we repeat haha.
If you had a day all to yourself (kid free & lottery financed) how would you spend it?
I would sleep until I couldn’t sleep anymore and then go shopping to get myself some non-maternity clothes.
What would you say your parenting style is like?
I’m still figuring it out haha. But I think I’ll be pretty laid back as long as the rules are followed. I’m worried I’ll be a pushover.
What do you feel you have enough of in life? What do you want more of? Less of?
I definitely have enough love and support in my life. I’d love more security though, Grayson’s father was abusive and I am filing for sole custody but until I get it I’m scared to lose my baby, because of this there is also enormous pressure on me to be perfect. Any little thing I do wrong could be used against me in court, including stopping breastfeeding as long as I’m breastfeeding Grayson has to be in my sole custody because he needs me to live.
How “blended” is your family? Are you still with the dad of your kids? Who has whose last name?
So far our family is unblended, it’s just me and Grayson and Grayson has my mom’s maiden name which I am in the process of changing my last name back to.
What are some of your pet peeves?
My biggest ones lately are strangers thinking it’s okay to touch my baby, I have no idea where their hands have been. The other day some random lady came up to me and kissed my baby I was appalled. And the judgments I get from strangers or when they assume he’s my moms baby even when I’m holding him and I have the post baby ponch. I also hate people who talk with their mouths full and people who over analyze everything.
What are the most unique things about yourself?
I am double jointed in my elbows?
And finally, what’s your writing/blogging style?
Well this is my first attempt, I hope to be honest and for people to learn something from my posts.
Where is my baby?
July 25th, 2010In 1 day, 5 hours and 24 min my little baby is going to be two years old! Two years old? Where the hell did that come from? Seriously, I have no clue where the past two years of my life have gone. Looking back on it I’m kind of flabbergasted at how fast it has gone by and how much my life has changed, how much I personally have changed and how much my little boy has grown.
Most of you know about my story, but I’m feeling a bit nostalgic tonight so I’ll share it again… Lucas was born via an emergency c-section at 29 weeks gestation on July 27th 2008, he weighed 1lb 14oz and was a mere 14″ long. He was wisked off to the NICU before I even had a chance to see him. No one thought he was going to survive through the night and I was constantly being told to prepare for the worst. Well, my little fighter made it through the first night and the second and the third and after only ten days he was taken off the vent! Lucas spent the first 3 months of his life in the NICU and the day I brought him home was the second scariest of my life… I was so afraid to even touch him. When I was in the NICU with him there were nurses and doctors around constantly to help me but when I went home I was on my own and I was so afraid that I’d do something wrong or I’d hurt him because he was just so small and frail.
I know you hear this constantly, but the saying is so true that I feel the need to repeat it, having a baby really does change everything… When I found out I was pregnant I was scared about the reactions I was going to recieve, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to do the things I wanted to do with my life, I didn’t know if I’d be able to do it or if I’d be a good mom. But those feelings were nothing compared to when he was born and the chanllenges that faced us then. It went from will I be a good mom to will my son survive the night, will he be able to grow up like a normal child, will I be able to cope with things if he does have a dissability or sickness? These are things that it would be hard for any mom to have to think about, and they are things that sixteen year old’s shouldn’t ever have to think about… But from the moment he was born these were the constant fears going through my head. I think that even if I had carried him to term I would have probably felt this way, like “am I ready to be completely responsible for the life of another human?”. Having a baby is a scary thing! It’s scary but it’s also the most amazing, wonderful, incredible thing that can happen to a woman.
I seriously never pictured myself at this age having a two year old, or even having a child at all… I was the good girl in the family, the smart and sensible one. I had plans, big plans, and having a baby wasn’t a part of those plans until I was at least 25 and married. But it happened. And if I could go back in time I wouldn do things exactly the same, deadbeat sd and all, because they are the things that gave me Lucas! He is my absolute pride and joy, the reason why I get up in the morning, why I live and breathe. I never imagined that I could feel this way about anyone or anything in my life. Watching my precious little boy grow, learn and explore the world every day is the most amazing gift I could have ever recieved, especially given the fact that I could have so easily lost him.
He has grown so much and so have I. When I had him I was still a scared kid, now I’m a scared adult! Lol. Even after having him I still saw myself as a kid. Yes I was a mom and yes he came first no matter what, but I still thought of myself as a sixteen year old high school student… But I soon realized that my life was a far cry from “normal”. While my friends were worrying about their dates for homecoming, or what party to go to on Friday night after the football game I was worrying about formula and diapers. And in the beggining I kind of resented the fact that I couldn’t do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted anymore. But as time went on I realized that I had soooooo much more than everyone else, I had someone at home who relied on me, who loved me unconditionally, who I got to go home to every night and cuddle with, who could make me smile no matter how rough things were! And of course it wasn’t (and still isn’t) always easy, because with the joys and wonders of motherfood also comes the moments when you just want to curl up in a ball on the floor crying or when you want to rip your hair out… But even with those moments the pros outweigh the cons one thousand times over.
Today Lucas is a crazy, happy, rambuncious, naughty, fun, loving, sweet, amazing little boy. He’s small but absolutely perfect in every way and I look at him every day and I’m so amazed at how far he’s come. I’m amazed at how far we’ve both come really… From a one pound baby to a crazy little boy and from a scared and lonely teenager to a mature, loving mother. I never thought that diapers and tanturms would be my life at 18 years old, but I’d take them any day over not having my baby in my arms!
What led me here…plastic surgery: pre-consultation
July 25th, 2010I remember myself at 9 or 10 years old, stick thin, standing in front of the mirror with my swim suit on and water balloons stuffed in the top. Even then I loved just the idea of it. One day I would be showing off my womanly shape that I was certain would come with time. As the years passed and I grew, I began to realized that the voluptuous shape I had been infatuated with would never be my reality, at least not naturally.
Before the birth of my first son I was a small B cup. Nothing tiny, but nothing large either. Right after his birth I was a full D. I was fortunate enough to lose my baby weight very quickly after he was born, and I was left with the figure I had always dreamed of…up untill I stopped nursing of course. This story is also true for what happened with my second son, but once I stopped nursing instead of the B cup I was before, I was left with hardly an A. Looking completely deflated, and certainly not looking like a 20 year old typically would. So there I was again, standing in front the mirror, looking far to similar to 10 years earlier, only this time I wasn’t a child, I was a woman, but I certainly didn’t look like one.
With a life long wish for curves that started before I can remember, and 2 beautiful child later, here I am, three days away from my surgery consultation. I would love to say that I am prepared, but I am honestly very nervous, even after countless late nights of research and conversations with my husband that lasted hours. Don’t get me wrong, I am also incredibly excited. I feel like a child waiting to open presents on Christmas morning, giddy with excitement and anxious to see what is to come.
