At this time in the early morning, life boils down to a few very simple things. My baby son fast asleep, looking like a sweet angel, my handsome wonderful husband fast asleep after working hard on the house all day, and a nice soft warm comfortable bed to curl up in. Ah… Happiness.
The short bursts of small cries woke me at 3am.
â€œBenjamin. He is hungryâ€.
My sleepy mind pulled the small bundle near me closer to my chest. The crying continued and increased in loudness. Any louder and he would wake up Doug laying next to me. I tried again to feed my cute little bundle, as my mind slowly gained consciousness. Apparently, food is not the answer as the crying continued, so I got out of bed to my feet to walk around, in hopes of calming him.
I was only two steps, carrying my little one with large gorgeous eyes, when another cry issued, but instead of coming from my arms, it came from the nearby bassinet.
â€œWho is in Benâ€™s bassinet?â€ My sleepy brain began to race. â€œWhy, itâ€™s Benjamin!â€
My mind paused. â€œWho is in my arms?!?â€ Drawing a blank, I looked down, my eyes still adjusting to being awake. Itâ€™s Susan, my teddy bear, her face damp with milk. As I set her down and picked him up, my only thought before snuggling him close to me-
â€œOh God, I am so tired, Iâ€™m loosing it! I just tried to breastfeed my teddy bear!â€
I am glad we have the pre-folded 6 ply cloth diapers so I don’t have to fold them at 3 am.
I am VERY thankful for Tracy Hogg’s book, “The Baby Whisperer” I think she should be sainted.
Ben had his first round of vaccines Monday, and it didnâ€™t take long for some stranger who noticed his band aids in the grocery store to inform me I had made a very controversial choice in having him vaccinated. I would rather chance the teeny possibility that he face mild to moderate reactions, and the 1 in a million chance of a severe reaction to the vaccines than face the deadly threat of the things that he is being vaccinated for.
Before the vaccines, polio averaged 37,000 paralyzed and 17,000 dead people PER YEAR. Things like Hepatitis B, Polio, Pneumococcal Disease, Diphtheria, Tetanous, Pertussis (Whooping Cough), Rotavirus, and Hib (Haemophilus influenzae b) are not to be messed with.
So, if some stranger thinks that I am being a bad mom for protecting my son from diseases that have killed thousands, so be it. I would rather be that than a mom who negligently leaves her son open to debilitating and deadly diseases I could have prevented.
source- CDC Vaccine Information Statement 42 U.S.C 300aa-26 1/30/2008
By the way, just found out- congrats!
FIRST THE BAD NEWS
WE REMAIN MADLY IN LOVE AND
have decided to continue the marriage and as such,
will not be returning any of the fine gifts to you
who so generously gave them. However, as the
rhetorical structure goes, there is also good news.
We absolutely adore what you have so kindly
given us. Thank you, many times thank you.
It will most certainly give us a jumpstart on our
initial attempts at adult lives and help us remain
that excessively happy couple you see in picture
frames for sale at the grocery store.
by Squibnocket, a card company
Yesterday was our third anniversary, so of course we had the hot and cold air ducts in the house cleaned. Of course.
Ok, ok, that was a coincidence.
Doug gave me a beautiful arrangement of flowers with roses and a lily. My parents watched Ben for us so we could enjoy the evening to ourselves. Doug took me to the Avenue Grill on 17th street in Denver. We had been there for our first anniversary, so it was nice to visit again. The food there is wonderful. I recommend it to everyone looking for a taste of heaven.
Looking back over the three years of being married, and the two years before that almost to the day we figured out we were dating, it has been a roller coaster of a ride. But what a ride!
Yeah to three!