It’s been a crazy seven days for all of us and was a reminder that being positive is the only way to stay sane.
First, Vanessa started preschool.
Then my baby boy got very very sick with a crazy fever and we had to go to the ER.
Then my husband got into an accident with a moped while on his bike (yes, I said moped) and only his front tire was hurt in the collision. THANK GOODNESS!
I got a little note saying that V was sometimes not listening to directions. It was probably sugar coated.
Then Everett stopped eating for 24 hrs and we had to head back to the ER again and discovered he had an ear infection.
Then my husband took a hockey stick to the face during a game and had to go back to the ER and get stitched up. (We’re regulars this week. What can I say?)
Then baby decided he wanted to start weaning cold turkey. Ouch!
Then he had a crazy rash all over his body. We went back to the doctor to discover that he had a reaction to the antibiotics they gave him for the ear infection.
Plus my husband and I both had a lot of work stuff going on. This week was crazy pills.
You want to know what though? I had a good week. Actually, it was almost perfect. A few bumps, but we made it. It’s all about perspective.
Sure, my baby got really sick and he’s repulsed by the sight of my boobs. He cries, slaps them and turns away EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. I try to feed him. I haven’t felt this self conscious about my chest since the 6th grade. He’d rather chug down a bottle of cold pumped milk. Whatever. At least he’s eating and getting better. Watching your baby writhe in pain from both a fever and not eating is heartbreaking. If he prefers to get his milk from a bottle, then so be it. I’ll continue to pump, but I can already tell my supply has gone down. I’m just going to let it happen. Not fight it. These boobs fed two very chunky babies and I’m grateful for that.
I could be PO’d that the ER docs didn’t tell me that he could have a reaction nearly 24 hours after the shot. I was told any reactions would be immediate. They were wrong, but it’s okay. The rash is disappearing and it never bothered the little guy. He’s finally acting like himself and today he laughed for the first time in nearly a week. Its a good laugh too.
My husband is his own man. He likes being active outdoors and sometimes that means a gash to your face or having an insane moped driver crash into your bike. I’m grateful a scar on his cheekbone is the worst of it. Things could have gone very differently and I’m glad he’s safe. Plus, he feels like it’s a trophy scar. (Don’t ask. I don’t understand either.)
Truth be told, I can’t dwell on the bad, when there is so much good. My baby is getting better, my husband is safe, my daughter got three “hippos” (gold stars) today and I love my job. Life is good my friends.
Do you believe in the power of positivity? I want to hear about your “good stuff”.
Author: Maria Ibbitson (Craft Crazy Mom)
Navy Wife. Mother. Photographer. Crafter. Blogger. Obsessed with glitter, cotton swabs, and the color white. Fueled by coffee, stinky cheese and red wine. Adores her family, blogging and taking pictures along the way. This blog is dedicated to life, love & diy.