Mommy made a Boo Boo


Happy Saturday!

Since having A I find myself doing gross things that for some reason don’t gross me out. For example eating partially chewed food that he doesn’t want. Yes, I’ve done it. I wouldn’t do it for anyone else, but yeah, I am guilty of it. I’m sure I’m not the only mother who has. I hope not anyways. Your child is eating yogurt, half a spoonful ends up on his chin. You take your finger to wipe it away, and you lick your finger without even thinking. A cookie falls out of his mouth, also lands on his chin. You are nowhere near a tissue or a garbage, so you just eat it. Okay, now that I am openly admitting this stuff, I am second guessing my idea of what is gross. Anyways, that stuff typically doesn’t gross me out. But something that happened yesterday certainly did.

You know in the movies when something gross happens they tend to show it in slow motion so you get the full effect. You screw up your face and want to turn away but at the same time you can’t bring yourself to actually do it. Well I had a real life moment like that yesterday. It happened in slow motion but before I knew what was happening it was too late. I couldn’t press fast forward either and there was no way I would want to press rewind or pause. 

A has a runny nose. Yesterday, I made myself a bowl of fresh fruit and yogurt, A took my spoon and wanted to have some. Sure, we can share! He was putting the spoon to his mouth and I took my left hand and wiped his runny nose with my finger (it was about to touch his lip, I had to, that’s just a sin!!) anyways, he got yogurt all over his mouth so with my right hand I wiped some away. So boogers on my left hand finger, yogurt on my right. I know what you are thinking “OH NO!!”. Well ladies and gentleman, OH YES. I was too late. It was already happening before I had a chance to stop it. I put my LEFT finger to my mouth to lick off the yogurt- except it wasn’t yogurt was it. I ate boogers. GROSS. I almost threw up. Food is one thing, but nasal secretions? I guess my nose will be running soon too. Kinda invevitable when you literally EAT the germs, right?

So yeah, there you have it. I should have waited to get a tissue (instead of wiping and then going to get a tissue). At least then the boogers would have made their way to his own mouth, not mine.  I’ll know for next time. At least he enjoyed my yogurt.

I must go, my mouth wash is calling.

Hugs & Smiles



From one blogger to another


Happy Tuesday!

I’ve been thinking about writing this blog for a while now but I have been putting it off because writing it will make me sad. I warn you now, it’s a sad one. 

In one of my previous posts I talked about an episode of Private Practice involving a baby. I don’t want to relive that episode so you’ll have to read that post if you want details, but I remember talking about how I cried so much I wanted to vomit. It has to be every parents worst nightmare, losing a child. I was a nervous wreck during my pregnancy and I had a few glitches along the way that only made me worry more. I remember thinking I was out of the woods once I got through labor and delivery, then we had a scare with “A” and I realized that the stress and worry would only get worse now that he was out of my body.

I recently saw a blog on a Facebook friends page that said ‘worst days of my life’ and I clicked on it. I almost wish I hadn’t because it broke my heart into a million little pieces. The blog was written by a woman who happened to live in the place where I grew up and still call home. She was 34 weeks pregnant when she lost her baby. She had just left the doctor’s office after hearing her daughter’s heartbeat and a few hours later she was back, complaining of cramps and pain. There was no longer a heartbeat. Her placenta had detached. Her baby had died. She delivered her stillborn baby, her daughter, and then held her, only to let her go.

How do you get over something like that? Seriously? Having a miscarriage in the early weeks of your pregnancy is hard enough, but it is another thing to be at the stage where you are feeling kicks and hiccups, hearing heartbeats, singing songs and literally counting mere days until your baby’s arrival. You might as well have ripped this woman’s heart out of her chest when the baby came out because my guess is she will never be the same. Time may heal but even so, she’ll hold a special place in her heart for that child for the rest of her life, even if she has 14 kids.

I remember going to the hospital once when pregnant on A just to hear his heartbeat because too long a time (in my mind) had passed since I felt him move. I almost didn’t go because I was afraid I would annoy the nurse. I didn’t want her to think I was a paranoid first time mom. Better safe than sorry was (and is) my motto. Even moreso now.

I find myself, as a mother, drawn to this blog. She is a complete stranger yet I feel for her as if she were a friend. I receive a notification whenever she writes a new post and when I see it in my email I can’t just click on it to open and read it right away. I have to wait and go back to it. I have to mentally prepare myself for what I am about to read because I know, more than likely, I will cry. I will put myself in her shoes as she lives through this nightmare. The big difference is I can press the small x button at the top of my screen and  walk away from my computer and the nightmare ends for me. She’s not so lucky.

As I read her blog I can’t help but say a silent prayer that I never have to go through that. I also feel thankful. Thankful that I have a sweet, beautiful, healthy almost 2 year old. I also feel guilty. Guilty because I complain over things that, in the large scheme of things, don’t matter. Just this morning I got annoyed that A woke up an hour earlier than usual. I am sure this woman would want to give me a well deserved slap across the face if she heard that. She’d give anything for her child to have woken up and here I am complaining that I lost an hour sleep.

I can’t promise that I will stop complaining (I am human after all) but I will try my best not to sweat the small stuff, as they say. So if A wakes up early again tomorrow I will try to remind myself when I look at the clock that I didn’t lose an hour, I gained one.

For those interested in reading the blog I mentioned above, the link is:

Hugs & Smiles,