Darling Husband: You know how when Ginger was alive I pretty much belonged to her?
Darling Husband: Well, it looks like she has claimed you as hers.
Yes pretty much true.
I won’t lie, I did enjoy her cuddling up with me the last few days while I was sidelined with a pretty nasty sinus infection. With all that snot going on, no one else really wanted to hang out with me. I imagine that yes, I am beginning the slow, downward spiral to becoming a cat lady. As long as Zelda has my undivided attention…and lap… she’s pretty much okay with that.
I recently saw an interview with Trista Sutter of Bachelorette fame that struck a chord in my heart. Wait. Don’t judge. No, I am not a fan of The Bachelor or The Bachelorette. Don’t judge that either, okay? Still, what Trista Sutter had to share was inspiring, uplifting, so positive and I thought that yes, I could use more of that kind of thinking in my life.
Every day on social media I post my favorite part of the day (#favpartofday) as a way to focus on the positive and think about the good things, especially if it was a not so great part of the day, I just want to be able to put something out into the universe that inspires people.
No, I don’t pretend to think that I am going to inspire the masses; but I do hope to perhaps to inspire me and help me focus more on the positive and the good…especially when it has been a not so great day…or even a shitty day. And so I have been trying to post every day…mostly every day, my favorite part of the day…counting my blessings.
Today’s favorite part of my day…
Meeting this lovely for the very first time. Welcome to the world and the neighborhood Miss Eden Louise! Anytime your mommy needs her hands free I am more than willing to hold you…just saying…
This, on the other hand was NOT my favorite part of the day. Yes, even if he can tell me, “I think I need a breathing treatment.” or play calmly with his Legos the whole time. Yes, this is not a favorite of mine.
Please, oh please colds and flu bugs stay away!
Still not apologizing. Vaccinate your kids!
Originally published June 12, 2013
With no apology whatsoever, I am about to piss off a community of parents…the anti-vaxxers, and I don’t really care. Yes, of course you as the parent have the right to make an informed decision about the health and welfare of your child because you are the parent. I chose to breast feed. I chose to use cloth diapers. I chose to not circumcise. I chose to delay the start of kindergarten for two of my children and started another when she was 4 years old. All of these were decisions that my husband and I made as parents after careful thought and discussion…as parents do. And not one of these parenting decisions has affected the health and welfare of another person. Now a parent can choose to not vaccinate their children. That’s their choice. Unfortunately that choice can and often does affect the health and welfare of others around them…at their schools, playgroups, churches and random encounters with total strangers.
I’ve seen the consequences of this personal parenting choice too many times as an RN in the NICU. Nothing is more heartbreaking than watching a newborn infant fight for their life from a infectious childhood disease that can be totally preventable. It’s even more gut wrenching to be at that bedside with a grief-stricken parent who never would have imagined their thoughtful parenting choice would harm one of their own children, when they are the most vulnerable.
But now it is personal.
Fallon has Rubella, also known as German measles. She has yet to have received her MMR vaccine because at her 15 month pedi visit, she was sick so the doctor suggested to wait until her 18 month visit which would have been right about now, now when she is sick. So where in the world could she have picked up this lovely virus? Given the incubation period and the fact that we know no one in Fallon’s circle who is sick with this we track back to that dance competition in Davis where anyone could have been unknowingly coughing and sneezing and talking and spreading little Rubella viruses everywhere. Not a big deal for the majority of the people there who were likely vaccinated against Rubella or, like me, had Rubella.
Your Rubella droplets can’t hurt us!
But what about an infant or young toddler who isn’t vaccinated? Or perhaps a woman who is pregnant? What about her vulnerable unborn baby?
Looking at my sweet grand baby covered in an uncomfortable rash and thinking about Hollie’s newly pregnant friend who was unwittingly exposed, I say your argument is invalid.
With five children who call me mom, odds are high that on any given day one (or more) of my circus clowns are going to regard me as the worst mom ever. They’ll probably tell me so and even shout it all over the valley and internets.
I do my very best for all of them whether what I do pleases them or not and of course they know that I would totally move Heaven and Earth to make sure that they are safe, healthy and mostly happy…even when they are all grownup. So even if they, on any given day, regard me as the most horrible mom/Mima ever, they also know that way too many times for them to ever count I am there for them no matter what and I always will be no matter how near or far they might be and even if they still think I am the worst mom ever.
Originally published January 20, 2013
What do you do when your little girl has a really bad headache and she is 3,000 miles away? You take care of it because you are the Mom.
Of course I am.
And less than an hour later, I am reminded (again) that I am right.
I. Am. Super. Mom.
At least today I am.
It’s Fall y’all. It’s a gloomy November day. It’s colds and flu season. To the parents who KNOWINGLY brought their kids to school, camp, after school activities practices with fevers, coughs, sore throats, nausea and vomiting….
Actually I am kidding. Why would I thank such foolish irresponsibility especially since this pretty much guarantees that your irresponsible choices will bring sickness here under the Big Top. Hurray, hurray, hurray. Thank you for being a selfish, irresponsible ass.
I know…it’s the season…it can’t be helped.
Blah, blah, blah…
I’m just going to enjoy a yummy, velvety bowl of tomato soup before I take of the first casualty of colds and flu season and stupid parents here under the Big Top.
NaPhoPoMo day 12