Once again I am very disappointed with the cemetery Kayla is buried in. It's never been my favorite, the appearance just isn't very nice. Not far from Kayla's grave is an open area where they store vaults...just out in the open. It looks very creepy and I can't understand why they can't just put up a small section of fence, or plant some pine trees or something to hide them. The roads are also crap, they are always full of potholes, after a rain they are flooded. Again, are you that strapped for cash that you can't pave the damn roads? It's not some backwoods family cemetery where no one comes to visit anymore, it would be nice to be able to get to my daughter's grave without being bounced all over the car. The ONLY reason we chose that cemetery is location. Plain and simple, we had to have our baby close by.
So my latest rant, the decorations. I understand that cemeteries have regulations about what is allowed and how often the decorations are allowed to stay. Anytime we go to my mom's cemetery, the things we brought last time are usually gone. I get that, the cemetery would look like crap if you never had any regulations, people would probably try to park the deceased's favorite couch on their grave if you let them. Kayla's cemetery is no different, the sign when you drive in has the dates in which they do fall and spring clean up. However, in the almost two years we've been going there, the baby garden has always seemed to be an exception.
We've always had at least 3 or 4 small items on Kayla's grave, including a teddy bear, a pinwheel, etc....other graves also have stuffed animals and pinwheels and such. One grave, the family obviously couldn't afford a grave marker so they just had a generic garden stone with a pretty saying on it to mark the grave. I went today, and everything was gone. Everything. Her stuffed animal, the pinwheel her Nana gave her on the day of her funeral, the butterfly stake we got her, a bouquet of fake flowers so she would always have flowers.
All of the other baby graves were bare as well, including the garden stone to mark that baby's grave. I am so angry and sad. If we had known that they would do this clean up, we would have made sure to take those items before the clean up was done. I completely understand the rules, but when they have never applied those rules to that section before, I think it is bullshit that they suddenly did this. Especially that little girl's marker. It was flat on the ground just like the regulation ones. Is the cemetery really going to go broke because this one family couldn't afford a $1000 stone?
I can understand the rules for the rest of the cemetery, but losing a baby is so damn unnatural and horrible, I don't see what is wrong with allowing us to keep sentimental items at their graves all the time. And even if they decided this year it needed to be cleaned up, there are only about a dozen graves in the ground over there (as opposed to the mausoleums), would it have been that hard to send out a notice to the parents to let us know that even though in the past the decorations were overlooked, this year they would not be?
Friday, November 28, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
kids vs pets
I should be making my dessert for Thanksgiving Day dinner tomorrow while Emily naps, but I need to vent first. A friend of mine just posted on FB this picture of a dog that says, "don't tell me I am not a mom just because my kids have four legs and fur". Then it goes on to say how much they do for their animals; bathing them, feeding them, taking care of them, etc, and then says "I am their mom and they are my kids".
I am probably taking this way more seriously than it is meant to be, but it kind of pisses me off. To compare a pet to a child is ludicrous. I love my cats, and I dread the day they pass away. I've had Zoey since he was a kitten, for many years it was just the two of us and I will be devestated when he dies. He is 12 years old, so it's something I think about it, especially when I see him sleeping more, and slowing down. I do agree that pets aren't just an animal and they are a member of the family.....but, they are not kids. When my cats die, I will be very sad. I will cry and probably be pretty sad for a few days. I will always remember them, they have distinct personalities, they cannot just be replaced with new cats. But life will go on, and we would probably eventually get another cat.
But when a child dies, a part of you dies with them. You never recover from the death of a child, you aren't just sad for a while, you are broken, crushed, and will never be the same. I know everyone grieves differently and despite being an animal lover myself, I am sure there are those that would grieve deeper than I would for a pet, but if you become depressed, can't get out of bed for months and months because you lost a pet, you probably need some sort of psychological help.
And let's not even talk about losing one, let's talk about the love. As I said, I love my cats, they've added lots of joy to my life, but they cannot even begin to compare to the amount of love I feel for my daughters. Being a parent is the toughest job on earth, so to say that being a pet parent is the toughest job on earth is complete bullshit. Do you lie awake at night worried about your pet? Do you feel guilty because you couldn't do something that you absolutely should not feel guilty for? Do you compare your pets to other people's pets and worry about their developement, their health, their happiness? Now granted I have not been through this part yet myself, but having once been a teenage girl, I don't look forward to being on the mom side of the teenage years, but do you spend years trying to do what is right for your pet, worrying about them non-stop, having them hate you for several years, desperately waiting for them to grow up and come back to you? Do you worry about raising your pets to be kind, happy, compassionate, well rounded individuals, seeing every one of their failures as nothing but your own failure? Do you send them out into the world everyday, worried that something will happen to them, worried someone will be mean to them, worried they'll be mean to someone, worried that others judge you for how you choose to raise them? No? Then having pets is not the same as being a parent to children.
It's fine to love your pet and say they are your babies.....but to say you are just as much a mother to pets as someone is a mother to a child is just absolutely ridiculous. Except of course for the people that shouldn't even own a pet rock. I know some parents of children don't even deserve the title of parents, but that's another rant.
So we survived our first overnight away from Emily. It was fun, and I honestly wasn't worried about her at all. It was hard saying goodbye to her, I gave her a million hugs and kisses but I knew she was in good hands. The only thing that made me sad was they took her to the funeral home because my MIL's cousin had died, and she said she felt like she was searching all of the faces in the room for us. I am not upset that they took her, but I am sure if they were home the whole time she would have been fine, but it makes me sad to think she was wondering where we were, and hoping to see us in that crowd of people.
So we checked into the hotel around 5 and went to our room. It was a very nice room, I'd venture to say it was one of the nicest rooms we've ever had. Our room even had a doorbell, I thought that was pretty cool. It doesn't take much to impress me. I got the Executive Room package, which to my confusion was the same price as a Deluxe room, but the Executive package came with snacks in the Butler's Lounge that night and breakfast the next day. The snacks were decent, the breakfast was not. So we had our snacks, and then went to the casino floor.
I lost $20 in a slot machine but then played another $20 and won $60. Then we lost some at roulette, and then we lost some on another slot. By then it was time for the Boys II Men concert. They were really good, they did all the good songs but their concert was a bit different from when we saw them last year in Vegas. During the song I'll make love to you, they come out into the audience and passed out roses. I was pregnant last year and wasn't about to go fight a crowd of women for a rose, so I was like oh I'm getting one this time. In Vegas it was like a big auditorium so they came off stage and walked up the aisles. But this time the venue was like a small concert venue so the stage was very high up and we were off to the side on like a mezanine level. We had great seats, but they wouldn't be coming near us with roses. They just handed them out to the people on the floor in front of the stage. I was jumping up and down, waving my arms in the air and they did toss a few to our section, the woman in the row ahead of ours got one, but no rose for Amy :( I was bummed. But after the concert my darling husband did go down to the main floor and got me a few rose petals that had fallen off, so dammit I got something.
We both had two long islands during the concert, they were yummy and I hadn't been buzzed in a long time, so that was fun. Afterward we went back to the casino floor, I had a Vodka Cranberry and I said I wanted to find a slot machine, put in some money, and play the max bet until the money ran out. So we put in $30 and on my second bet I won some sort of prize where you pick five treasure chests, so from that I won 15 free games. From that, I won $150. So we cashed out and took our happy butts back to our room. So I think in total we got our money back and won about $90.
So then we were in for the night. I took a bath in the nice big tub and then cooled off in the shower....I love trying out hotel showers...it's the first thing I do when I get to a room is check out the bathroom. Then we ordered room service and I didn't eat very much but I felt so full and bloated. It might have been from drinking too. So as if I am not old enough, I was hungover before we even went to bed. I didn't know that was possible. I didn't feel well and had a headache so I didn't sleep well. It was my only complaint of the evening, I was really looking forward to a sleep where I didn't have to worry about getting up for Emily. But all in all it was a fun night, Emily had a good time at home with Nana and Papa. Nana brought over a hand print kit so they made us an ornament of her hand print, and they said she went down with no problems and never woke up in the middle of the night. What a good girl we have.
Oh, the highlight of my night, not once, but twice, two separate security guards pointed at me and said I need to see her ID....they didn't want to see Ryan's but they wanted mine, that just made my night, especially since I am older than Ryan. Only by four months, but still, I thought it was cool.
I am probably taking this way more seriously than it is meant to be, but it kind of pisses me off. To compare a pet to a child is ludicrous. I love my cats, and I dread the day they pass away. I've had Zoey since he was a kitten, for many years it was just the two of us and I will be devestated when he dies. He is 12 years old, so it's something I think about it, especially when I see him sleeping more, and slowing down. I do agree that pets aren't just an animal and they are a member of the family.....but, they are not kids. When my cats die, I will be very sad. I will cry and probably be pretty sad for a few days. I will always remember them, they have distinct personalities, they cannot just be replaced with new cats. But life will go on, and we would probably eventually get another cat.
But when a child dies, a part of you dies with them. You never recover from the death of a child, you aren't just sad for a while, you are broken, crushed, and will never be the same. I know everyone grieves differently and despite being an animal lover myself, I am sure there are those that would grieve deeper than I would for a pet, but if you become depressed, can't get out of bed for months and months because you lost a pet, you probably need some sort of psychological help.
And let's not even talk about losing one, let's talk about the love. As I said, I love my cats, they've added lots of joy to my life, but they cannot even begin to compare to the amount of love I feel for my daughters. Being a parent is the toughest job on earth, so to say that being a pet parent is the toughest job on earth is complete bullshit. Do you lie awake at night worried about your pet? Do you feel guilty because you couldn't do something that you absolutely should not feel guilty for? Do you compare your pets to other people's pets and worry about their developement, their health, their happiness? Now granted I have not been through this part yet myself, but having once been a teenage girl, I don't look forward to being on the mom side of the teenage years, but do you spend years trying to do what is right for your pet, worrying about them non-stop, having them hate you for several years, desperately waiting for them to grow up and come back to you? Do you worry about raising your pets to be kind, happy, compassionate, well rounded individuals, seeing every one of their failures as nothing but your own failure? Do you send them out into the world everyday, worried that something will happen to them, worried someone will be mean to them, worried they'll be mean to someone, worried that others judge you for how you choose to raise them? No? Then having pets is not the same as being a parent to children.
It's fine to love your pet and say they are your babies.....but to say you are just as much a mother to pets as someone is a mother to a child is just absolutely ridiculous. Except of course for the people that shouldn't even own a pet rock. I know some parents of children don't even deserve the title of parents, but that's another rant.
So we survived our first overnight away from Emily. It was fun, and I honestly wasn't worried about her at all. It was hard saying goodbye to her, I gave her a million hugs and kisses but I knew she was in good hands. The only thing that made me sad was they took her to the funeral home because my MIL's cousin had died, and she said she felt like she was searching all of the faces in the room for us. I am not upset that they took her, but I am sure if they were home the whole time she would have been fine, but it makes me sad to think she was wondering where we were, and hoping to see us in that crowd of people.
So we checked into the hotel around 5 and went to our room. It was a very nice room, I'd venture to say it was one of the nicest rooms we've ever had. Our room even had a doorbell, I thought that was pretty cool. It doesn't take much to impress me. I got the Executive Room package, which to my confusion was the same price as a Deluxe room, but the Executive package came with snacks in the Butler's Lounge that night and breakfast the next day. The snacks were decent, the breakfast was not. So we had our snacks, and then went to the casino floor.
I lost $20 in a slot machine but then played another $20 and won $60. Then we lost some at roulette, and then we lost some on another slot. By then it was time for the Boys II Men concert. They were really good, they did all the good songs but their concert was a bit different from when we saw them last year in Vegas. During the song I'll make love to you, they come out into the audience and passed out roses. I was pregnant last year and wasn't about to go fight a crowd of women for a rose, so I was like oh I'm getting one this time. In Vegas it was like a big auditorium so they came off stage and walked up the aisles. But this time the venue was like a small concert venue so the stage was very high up and we were off to the side on like a mezanine level. We had great seats, but they wouldn't be coming near us with roses. They just handed them out to the people on the floor in front of the stage. I was jumping up and down, waving my arms in the air and they did toss a few to our section, the woman in the row ahead of ours got one, but no rose for Amy :( I was bummed. But after the concert my darling husband did go down to the main floor and got me a few rose petals that had fallen off, so dammit I got something.
We both had two long islands during the concert, they were yummy and I hadn't been buzzed in a long time, so that was fun. Afterward we went back to the casino floor, I had a Vodka Cranberry and I said I wanted to find a slot machine, put in some money, and play the max bet until the money ran out. So we put in $30 and on my second bet I won some sort of prize where you pick five treasure chests, so from that I won 15 free games. From that, I won $150. So we cashed out and took our happy butts back to our room. So I think in total we got our money back and won about $90.
So then we were in for the night. I took a bath in the nice big tub and then cooled off in the shower....I love trying out hotel showers...it's the first thing I do when I get to a room is check out the bathroom. Then we ordered room service and I didn't eat very much but I felt so full and bloated. It might have been from drinking too. So as if I am not old enough, I was hungover before we even went to bed. I didn't know that was possible. I didn't feel well and had a headache so I didn't sleep well. It was my only complaint of the evening, I was really looking forward to a sleep where I didn't have to worry about getting up for Emily. But all in all it was a fun night, Emily had a good time at home with Nana and Papa. Nana brought over a hand print kit so they made us an ornament of her hand print, and they said she went down with no problems and never woke up in the middle of the night. What a good girl we have.
Oh, the highlight of my night, not once, but twice, two separate security guards pointed at me and said I need to see her ID....they didn't want to see Ryan's but they wanted mine, that just made my night, especially since I am older than Ryan. Only by four months, but still, I thought it was cool.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Thankful
I am waiting for Emily to wake up from her nap so we can go to the grocery, so in the meantime I thought I would take a moment to talk about my family. Occasionally my stepmom can be a little "large" with Em and voice that she doesn't get to see her enough. But I realized the other day how lucky I am, and how lucky Emily is to have grandparents who love her so very much. Even if I have to occasionally think about putting a tether on her in case Grammy strikes and kidknaps her :), I am extremely thankful for how much she loves her.
Some kids don't have any living grandparents, or at least not all of them, and those that do don't have ones that will win grandparent of the year award. Emily's grandma was taken from us far too early, but we are blessed to have my stepmom in our lives. Sometimes she'll just hold her tight and I hear her tell her that she loves her so much, and that just melts my heart. I had a grandma who loved me to the moon and back, her love was unconditional and I miss her every day, and I am so happy that Emily has grandmothers, both here on earth and in heaven, who will always think she can do no wrong and love her to pieces. Her grandpa's are also so adoring of her and I am thankful that she'll have an older generation of both male and female figures in her life that she can look up to and learn from.
I was also thinking the other day of my extended family. I have a big family, and most families have drama. My family is no exception, some don't get along with this one, and some are hard to get along with, but overall for having such a big family, I think it's pretty amazing how close we all are and how little we want to kill each other compared to some families. My aunts and uncles have a lot of nieces and nephews.....a lot, like 30 just on one side. Some of my cousins and aunts and uncles are closer to each other because geographically they are closer. But even though I don't see them that often, they never miss an opportunity to see us when they can, and are happy to see us.
They are just as happy to see and snuggle my kid as they are one of my cousins' kids whom they are closer to and see more often, and I just love them. I am a very very lucky girl to have born into this family. They may be a bunch of crazies, but they are my crazies.
Some kids don't have any living grandparents, or at least not all of them, and those that do don't have ones that will win grandparent of the year award. Emily's grandma was taken from us far too early, but we are blessed to have my stepmom in our lives. Sometimes she'll just hold her tight and I hear her tell her that she loves her so much, and that just melts my heart. I had a grandma who loved me to the moon and back, her love was unconditional and I miss her every day, and I am so happy that Emily has grandmothers, both here on earth and in heaven, who will always think she can do no wrong and love her to pieces. Her grandpa's are also so adoring of her and I am thankful that she'll have an older generation of both male and female figures in her life that she can look up to and learn from.
I was also thinking the other day of my extended family. I have a big family, and most families have drama. My family is no exception, some don't get along with this one, and some are hard to get along with, but overall for having such a big family, I think it's pretty amazing how close we all are and how little we want to kill each other compared to some families. My aunts and uncles have a lot of nieces and nephews.....a lot, like 30 just on one side. Some of my cousins and aunts and uncles are closer to each other because geographically they are closer. But even though I don't see them that often, they never miss an opportunity to see us when they can, and are happy to see us.
They are just as happy to see and snuggle my kid as they are one of my cousins' kids whom they are closer to and see more often, and I just love them. I am a very very lucky girl to have born into this family. They may be a bunch of crazies, but they are my crazies.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
We have a crib napper!
Until last week, Emily always napped in her swing, snuggled on the couch with me or occasionally on the floor with a blanket. Despite sleeping great in her crib at bedtime since day one, she wouldn't nap in her crib. It's like she had to let sleep sneak up on her. Sleeping in the living room wasn't ideal anymore because I couldn't do much while she was napping for fear of waking her up, and lots of noises out of my control could wake her up, like the UPS man knocking on the door. A friend of mine said her son wouldn't nap in his crib till he was older, and I thought about that last week so I decided to give it a try again.
It worked! It only takes her anywhere from 2-15 minutes to fall asleep (vs the 30-45 in the swing) and I have at least 30 minutes free time and I don't have to worry much about noise. It's nice. I do wish she would nap a little longer, but 30 minutes isn't bad. She's probably getting a better sleep than she ever did in the swing and we can stick to a schedule better since it doesn't take forever to go down anymore.
So google tells me nobody really knows if handedness is genetic. Some articles say it could be, some say it probably isn't. However we've noticed that if you hand something to Emily, she most often reaches for it with her left hand, so I am anxious to see once she is older if we are right (no pun intended) and that she will be a lefty. Both her mama and daddy are mixed-handedness. Ryan is mostly left handed but there are several things he does with his right hand rather than left. I am right handed when it comes to writing and playing tennis, but everything else I do with my left hand....eating, brushing my teeth, talking on the phone, etc.
I never realized it was weird until one Thanksgivng when I was a teenager my grandpa commented, "Amy I didn't know you are left handed". I said I'm not, and I looked around the table and everyone held their fork in their right hand, mine was in my left. Huh, whatdoyaknow. So Ryan said the other day that if she does seem to be a lefty, he said we should encourage her to use her right since he had a hard time as a lefty growing up. But I don't want to do that and he agreed when I told him why. I honestly believe you are born being a right hander or a left hander. I write extremly weird with my right hand....I hold my pen very strangely, my pinky finger sticks out, my hand hurts after just a few words and I have terrible handwriting (though I blame that on typing, the better typist I became, the worse my handwriting got). When I was little I used both hands for everything, and a teacher told my parents to encourage me to use my right since it is a right handers' world.
I really think I should have been left handed, or maybe even mixed handed like I am, but I should have learned to write with my left. It feels comfortable to hold a pen in my left hand, and I hold it correctly in my left hand, but I just can't write left handed because I haven't done it all my life. I've tried to teach myself but I get impatient and give up. I do agree it is a right handers' world, but what is harder, being a left hander in a right handers' world, or being a lefty who is forced to be a righty in a right handers' world?
So Emily will be whatever she wants to be. Right handed, ok fine. Lefty, great (I admit, I would kind of like her to be a lefty because they are so uncommon and therefore special) or mixed handed like us. That would be funny to have a whole family of lefties/mixed handed.
In other news, I am 35 years old and I am forcing myself to become a coffee drinker. I've always HATED coffee, never like the smell, taste....I don't even like coffee drinkers. Especially at work, whenever I had to train someone that drank coffee they would have their nasty smelly coffee on my desk and they were all crazy...."I HAVE TO GET MY COFFEE". There was even a group of women that would take turns picking up coffee for themselves and others from Tim Horton's and they would come in EVERY morning complaining about how horrible the customer service was and what they got wrong today, but they would still go there every day. And I don't know what the IT dept did to their coffee, but it smelled terrible, I hated walking past their department.
So in case it wasn't clear, I hate coffee. But, I need something to get me going in the morning. Monday I could not get out of bed and I ended up snoozing both in bed and on the couch with Em until like noon. That's terrible. I felt like crap and while I did get everything done yesterday, it took until 10pm. I also late laying in bed forever trying to fall asleep on nights that I slept too much that morning. So I dusted off my little one cup Mr. Coffee that we got as a wedding present for company and got some Dunkin Donuts coffee ( I love their hot chocolate so I thought maybe I could stand the coffee). So once I loaded it with three sugars and three creamers, it's tolerable and I can choke it down.
I'm hoping the remaining coffee taste is an acquired taste and I will someday like it. I do like tea, but tea doesn't make itself so coffee it is. It also seemed like the lesser of the evils like pop, or energy drinks. I think I might ask Santa for a Keurig though so I can experiment with different flavors and teas and hot chocolate and stuff. But, I got up at 6:30 and wasn't tempted to go back to bed since I was wide awake, so nasty as it may be, it did its job.
So I was reading my entry about Emily's birth story today, and I was reminded about a moment after she was born that I don't think I have ever written about. The OR was pretty packed with med students and interns and such. Once I was in recovery my nurse was taking my vitals and getting me comfortable since I was freezing after my C-section and couldn't stop shaking. There were still a few med students milling about, so my nurse asked one of the young men to help clean me up....basically a sponge bath below the waist.
Another female med student kept saying she could do it, but the nurse was like no no, he can do it. Now, I am fine with male doctors but this kid looked so horrified and embarrassed to have to do this. He was young too, couldn't have been older than early 20s. So because he was uncomfortable about it, it made me uncomfortable. It didn't seem like this male, medical professional was doing this, it felt like they just called in some random guy off the street to clean me up. So awkward. For his sake and his career choice, I hope he gets more comfortable and professional with that.
I bought Em a bath sponge today....holy moly I love that thing. It's such a simple concept but it made bath time so much better. It is a big sponge made to look like a ladybug that she sits on in the tub. I am bathing her now in the big tub and I no longer get in with her since she can sit now. But it was kind of hard because I worried about her falling over before I could catch her and cracking her head on the tub floor, and her little butt was pretty slippery in the tub, and sometimes for those awkward spots I have to lay her down in the tub....she likes to lift her head a lot and look around, and she would not lay her head back down gently. But the sponge solves all those problems. It keeps her from sliding around, she won't hit her head if she topples over and it's nice and comfy for her to lay down on. Yay bath sponge!
It worked! It only takes her anywhere from 2-15 minutes to fall asleep (vs the 30-45 in the swing) and I have at least 30 minutes free time and I don't have to worry much about noise. It's nice. I do wish she would nap a little longer, but 30 minutes isn't bad. She's probably getting a better sleep than she ever did in the swing and we can stick to a schedule better since it doesn't take forever to go down anymore.
So google tells me nobody really knows if handedness is genetic. Some articles say it could be, some say it probably isn't. However we've noticed that if you hand something to Emily, she most often reaches for it with her left hand, so I am anxious to see once she is older if we are right (no pun intended) and that she will be a lefty. Both her mama and daddy are mixed-handedness. Ryan is mostly left handed but there are several things he does with his right hand rather than left. I am right handed when it comes to writing and playing tennis, but everything else I do with my left hand....eating, brushing my teeth, talking on the phone, etc.
I never realized it was weird until one Thanksgivng when I was a teenager my grandpa commented, "Amy I didn't know you are left handed". I said I'm not, and I looked around the table and everyone held their fork in their right hand, mine was in my left. Huh, whatdoyaknow. So Ryan said the other day that if she does seem to be a lefty, he said we should encourage her to use her right since he had a hard time as a lefty growing up. But I don't want to do that and he agreed when I told him why. I honestly believe you are born being a right hander or a left hander. I write extremly weird with my right hand....I hold my pen very strangely, my pinky finger sticks out, my hand hurts after just a few words and I have terrible handwriting (though I blame that on typing, the better typist I became, the worse my handwriting got). When I was little I used both hands for everything, and a teacher told my parents to encourage me to use my right since it is a right handers' world.
I really think I should have been left handed, or maybe even mixed handed like I am, but I should have learned to write with my left. It feels comfortable to hold a pen in my left hand, and I hold it correctly in my left hand, but I just can't write left handed because I haven't done it all my life. I've tried to teach myself but I get impatient and give up. I do agree it is a right handers' world, but what is harder, being a left hander in a right handers' world, or being a lefty who is forced to be a righty in a right handers' world?
So Emily will be whatever she wants to be. Right handed, ok fine. Lefty, great (I admit, I would kind of like her to be a lefty because they are so uncommon and therefore special) or mixed handed like us. That would be funny to have a whole family of lefties/mixed handed.
In other news, I am 35 years old and I am forcing myself to become a coffee drinker. I've always HATED coffee, never like the smell, taste....I don't even like coffee drinkers. Especially at work, whenever I had to train someone that drank coffee they would have their nasty smelly coffee on my desk and they were all crazy...."I HAVE TO GET MY COFFEE". There was even a group of women that would take turns picking up coffee for themselves and others from Tim Horton's and they would come in EVERY morning complaining about how horrible the customer service was and what they got wrong today, but they would still go there every day. And I don't know what the IT dept did to their coffee, but it smelled terrible, I hated walking past their department.
So in case it wasn't clear, I hate coffee. But, I need something to get me going in the morning. Monday I could not get out of bed and I ended up snoozing both in bed and on the couch with Em until like noon. That's terrible. I felt like crap and while I did get everything done yesterday, it took until 10pm. I also late laying in bed forever trying to fall asleep on nights that I slept too much that morning. So I dusted off my little one cup Mr. Coffee that we got as a wedding present for company and got some Dunkin Donuts coffee ( I love their hot chocolate so I thought maybe I could stand the coffee). So once I loaded it with three sugars and three creamers, it's tolerable and I can choke it down.
I'm hoping the remaining coffee taste is an acquired taste and I will someday like it. I do like tea, but tea doesn't make itself so coffee it is. It also seemed like the lesser of the evils like pop, or energy drinks. I think I might ask Santa for a Keurig though so I can experiment with different flavors and teas and hot chocolate and stuff. But, I got up at 6:30 and wasn't tempted to go back to bed since I was wide awake, so nasty as it may be, it did its job.
So I was reading my entry about Emily's birth story today, and I was reminded about a moment after she was born that I don't think I have ever written about. The OR was pretty packed with med students and interns and such. Once I was in recovery my nurse was taking my vitals and getting me comfortable since I was freezing after my C-section and couldn't stop shaking. There were still a few med students milling about, so my nurse asked one of the young men to help clean me up....basically a sponge bath below the waist.
Another female med student kept saying she could do it, but the nurse was like no no, he can do it. Now, I am fine with male doctors but this kid looked so horrified and embarrassed to have to do this. He was young too, couldn't have been older than early 20s. So because he was uncomfortable about it, it made me uncomfortable. It didn't seem like this male, medical professional was doing this, it felt like they just called in some random guy off the street to clean me up. So awkward. For his sake and his career choice, I hope he gets more comfortable and professional with that.
I bought Em a bath sponge today....holy moly I love that thing. It's such a simple concept but it made bath time so much better. It is a big sponge made to look like a ladybug that she sits on in the tub. I am bathing her now in the big tub and I no longer get in with her since she can sit now. But it was kind of hard because I worried about her falling over before I could catch her and cracking her head on the tub floor, and her little butt was pretty slippery in the tub, and sometimes for those awkward spots I have to lay her down in the tub....she likes to lift her head a lot and look around, and she would not lay her head back down gently. But the sponge solves all those problems. It keeps her from sliding around, she won't hit her head if she topples over and it's nice and comfy for her to lay down on. Yay bath sponge!
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