Another fear of parent hood....

Today I watched a video about children sleeping through fire alarms.

I thought to myself about the few times it has accidently gone off and how I was relieved that it did not wake Izze. After watching the video I realize, silly me, I should not have been RELIEVED.

Amazing how children are able to sleep through the noise. Terrifying as well.

There is a new product coming to the market in the next few months, where you can record a message. It shows how children are more likely to wake up to hearing your voice then the beep of an alarm.

They show children being awakend to nice calm messages, such as "Suzy, please wake up, this is a fire alarm. Suzy this is your mother, get up please." And it shows the children gradually waking up and doing what they have been taught to do. You see responses from 6-20 seconds. As opposed to the previous tests with a beep where 3 minutes later they were still asleep.

I've decided that is something I may have to invest in. That said, my child knows her mother is not calm, ever. SO my message may not sound quite the same.....my message will be more along the lines of:

IZZE, THIS IS YOUR MOTHER SPEAKING, GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF THAT BED AND GET OUTSIDE. DID YOU HEAR ME?!?!? MOVE GIRL! GO GO GO! DO YOU WANT TO BURN INTO LITTLE PIECES LIKE THE JUNE BUGS WE FRY UP FOR FUN IN SUMMER, I DONT THINK SO. GET THE HECK OUT!!!!!!!

My mother thinks this will cause determental damage to my lovely girl. But I personally think she wouldnt expect otherwise of me her mother. And besides, I'd much rather have a mental nutcase of a daughter then no daughter at all......

Other peoples mothers

Isn't it funny how some people think they know whats best for your child. They may think they know because they have had thier own kids. "I know you should do it this way becasue I've had 5 kids", "I know it should be done this way becasue I had 3 kids and each of those had 6 kids and so really I've raised 21 kids", "i KNOW you should do this because I'm an expert in kids and you are a first time mom and know nothing". But ya know what, NOONE has had MY child. And no amount of experience can make THAT difference. I'm fine with people offering light advice or even big advice. But DO NOT tell me how to raise my child. DO NOT tell me I'm doing it wrong. DO NOT tell me you know her better than I did, becuase once upon a time you knew a kid who knew a kid who did that!

Rant over.

Hello My Name is Squirt

*Warning*This may be a TMI post*Warning*

AKA: Daddy, Kevin, Kev

My little girl has her very FIRST illness, after 10 months of nothing, I'm pretty lucky. Of course she brought out the BIG guns for our first illness. We don't get an ear infection, we don't get a rash, we get the EXPLOSIVE BODILY FLUIDS FLU.

We wake up to the coughing choking sound of a hung over drunken college friend. Flashback, is Will okay in that bathroom, am I back in Mexico? NO--wait, I'm home, I'm a mom....its IZZE! As dad sprints off to check on her, I come to the conclusion it is my child, not just my friend whom I have to clean up after! As I enter the nursery I am thown back...wow that smell. Daddy took the baby for baby clean up, mommy is on bed clean up. I strip the room down of every little thing that has come in contact with this very grown up, un baby like, vomit. And with every little thing I remove, I gag, I choke it back, I'm about to die...the flu is not just contagious by germs it is contagious by smell and sight! As I'm cleaning up, fear is setting in, fear that I will get sick too. I start to fear going close to my sweet girl...the girl I want to comfort! Lucky for me Daddy patrol came through....he did it all. While I took care of my dry heaving self. After an hour, she was down for the rest of the night. All the while, I wallowed in my self pity of "bad mommy blues".

This morning I woke up to the sound of water gushing from a rear end. Daddy again jumps out of bed to make sure everything is okay. He takes two steps towards her and gags. He can't do it! I am now feeling much better, as I lay in bed and smell the lovely stank of a very dirty butt. I CAN DO THIS! And I did! No gags, nothing. So I came to the conclusion that there are two camps of people out there....they are the Chucks and the Squirts. Sometimes you come from both camps and most of those people are the SUPERWOMAN moms of the world, and there are the ones who prefer not to camp all together.

Mommy Duties

Let me start by saying my husband is a great daddy, a smart man and a very capeable human being. That being said...there are some things that I do in our daily lives that are just sooo hard for me to turn over. My mommy duties. I know perfectly well that he can get Izze dressed and pick out her outfit, but thats my job. I know that he can drop her at daycare and pick her up, but those are my jobs. He could decide what she should eat at meal times, but I do that. So as I sit here after letting him do a MOMMY job, I've got 8000 questions running through my head. When you picked her up did you ask if she napped, did you ask how long, did you find out what she had for lunch, did she have a good day, was she happy when you got there, was she sad cause you weren't mommy, or was she elated that you weren't mommy.....and instead of asking, becasue I dont want to insult anyones capabilities, I sit here and suffer in silence and think to myself, its much easier to just do it myself. But there is always tomorrow.

The Runaway

Life is sure crazy around here some day. We have officially made it through our first experience with a run away. Yes, our daughter ran away. She high tailed her little butt out of here as fast as she could. Luckily she didn't head for the road, she headed for the back trail. She took off when we were not looking and ditched her brother. I'm pretty sure she was running away to grandma's house. Luckily she got side tracked. She found some mud puddles. She splashed and ran and ran and splashed. All the while her father and I were frantically looking and calling her name. We were watching the road to make sure she didn't run infront of any cars, we were watching the back yard to make sure she didn't find a big mean bully on her way home, and we were watching the baby, to make sure she didn't get into trouble while we looked for her naughty older sister. Finally after a very long 25 minutes she came home, covered in mud and completely satisfied. She was scolded and put to bed for the night. Her spunk now seems to be out of her system and she will hardly even step foot off of the back deck, in fear of the rath that was her father last night. Thats one smart little girl.

Being a woman

Having the ability to carry a baby for nine months---Awesome

HAVING to carry a baby for nine month---Not always so awesome

Feeling your baby kick for the first time---Awesome

Feeling your baby kick ALL the time---Not so awesome

The maricale of birth---Awesome

The pain of birth---Not so awesome

Being a mom---Awesome

Being the mom---Not always so awesome

So, is this ability God gave US (women) a gift or a curse? 99% of the time, I'd tell you its the best gift he/she gave us. And it was given to US because we could handle it, unlike those other creatures. But then there are days when I think, WHY me. Why does my body have to be the one to betray me. Why do I have to suffer 8 days a month so that my husband can enjoy our furure children. Why doesn't he HAVE to do any of the work?! And I do my best to remind myself that the power is ours because we can do it. And in the end it will be worth it. Because some day we will wake up and look into those eyes and say, oh I get it now.

The results

So after 2 hours, yes, 2 hours of the nap time fight. She finally has given in. It took me hiding next to the pack and play and gently slipping her fingers off the side every time she reached up. But it worked! There were a few tears from both teams but all in all I think we will all live. I'm pretty sure I'm far more scarred then she will ever be (about letting her cry a little). But in the end, I DID IT. I got her down. Now, if tomorrow is this easy........

And the award for bad mom of the year goes to.....

ME!

Wow. Where to start. I'm one stubborn ASS. Lets start with that. I like to win, I like to be right and I'm in charge in this house! Or so I was until we decided to have a baby! All of a sudden there is someone else controling my body for nine months, then after that I somewhat get my body back and she controls my life. And 99% of the time, thats GREAT. I love it. But today, I am at my wits end!

Izze needs a nap, mommy needs a nap, EVERYONE needs a nap. But now that we have reached this GREAT milestone of standing in the crib (without reaching the one of figuring out how to get back down), naps are near impossible! She is about asleep, I lay her down, this is when she should take a nap. But no, instead she stands and SCREAMS. So I lay her down again, 73 seconds later, a standing screaming baby. I figure, be the nice mom, pick her up, rock her again. Almost asleep, lay her down 39 seconds, a standing screaming baby. I lay her down, she stands and screams. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. She can't NOT nap, she is tooo tierd. I gave in, I will hold her while she naps. This should work right? NOPE! Moms holding me, it must be time to play with moms eyelashes or pick moms nose or pull moms hair. So I lay her down and this time, she hasn't got up. But she's surely not asleep. She is laying there sobbing until she is ready to puke. And I just don't know what to do, because this is one I'm just not going to win. I can NOT outsmart the 9 month old.