The Middle is Best
There'll be days when you wish it wish it was still the beginning/ And days when you'll wish it could just be the end/ But seeing it through older and younger eyes/ I stand where I stand and I realize/ The Middle is Best, My Friend. -Deborah Abramson
Friday, December 14, 2012
A parent's worst nightmare...
I remember watching as news came in after Columbine as well as Virginia Tech and although my heart went out to those affected by these horrible tragedy and their families, this has hit me a little differently. I look at the little boy sleeping in my arms right now and I can understand the fear these parents must have. Now that I'm a mom, the need to keep my child safe is the most important thing and the thought that sending him to school could result in something like this, leaves me completely fearful. I know I can't wrap him in a bubble but we always think that school is relatively safe. That thought has been shattered today. I'm hugging my sweet boy a little tighter today.
I know that we will always have guns, but can we agree that there should be stricter gun control? As one of our friends always says "guns don't kill people, people kill people." I understand this idea but we need to be sure that people can't get their hands on guns quite so easily. We make it TOO easy for people to kill people.
I read a great blog post over on Motherfog the other day about Canadians and guns. Canadians have tighter gun control and it seems to me that the US needs to take a look at this and follow suit. Read it and think about it.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Fussy Fussy
Life has changed a lot in the last 8 weeks, as we all knew it would. We have loved ever moment with Eli and it amazes me how my love grows for our little guy each day. I got my first social smile the day after he turned 1 month and I was able to capture it. That little smile melts my heart.No one ever said being a parent was going to be easy. I had a lot of advice thrown my way before Eli was born. I felt pretty prepared for the sleep deprivation and hormones taking over, leaving me a crying mess in a matter of seconds. What I was not prepared for was having a fussy baby.
No one wants to admit that their baby is anything but easy. But let's face it folks, Eli is not an easy baby. I've always been told how happy I was as a baby. According to my mom, I was always smiling and had an easy going temperament. I never really thought that my child's temperament would be any different. I know all babies are different but it never crossed my mind that I wouldn't have a happy, smily baby (and if you just looked at the picture above you would think I had just that). Eli, however, is not these things. Things are getting better but there are days, in which, during his waking hours he is just not happy. It's very frustrating as a parent to not know how to make it all better.
All this makes it very difficult for us to go anywhere. He hates being in the car seat (as I know many babies do), and will wail the entire time, working himself up so much that he is sweating profusely and is completely red in the face. It breaks my heart and I hate stressing him out like that. It amazes me that when we are out and he begins to cry, it's as if people have NEVER seen a crying baby before. They stare at you with judging eyes as if to say "why aren't you helping your child?" when I'm doing everything I can to help him. Unfortunately, I've always been someone cares what others think. I've always tried to let things slide off my back and I hate that I care but I do. I want to walk up to those people and say "Do you think you can do better? Do you think you can get my child not to cry? Show me!" It's so difficult to just let it go when people are staring. It stresses me out and in turn stresses Eli out. I'm learning but it's a slow process!
I have a lot of friends who have very young children and I look at all the pictures on Facebook of sleeping, peaceful babies or smiley, adorable children and wonder if anyone is facing the same issues I am. Social media has made it easy for us to just show the happy, wonderful side of things. But when the camera is put away do you have a fussy baby too? According to my pictures on Facebook, I have a happy, smiley baby. And although I do get a lot of smiles, he also spend a large amount of times unhappy.
Recently, Eli has had difficulty going to sleep (during naps mostly) without screaming/crying. And I'm not just talking about a little crying, but a dinosaur wail. It sounds as if someone is seriously hurting him. All I want to do is cuddle him and tell him it's going to be alright. It's been very difficult to deal with, as it is painful for me to watch him go through this several times a day. He does wonderfully at night, even though I don't do anything different when putting him to sleep at night and during the day.
This week, however, seems to have been a bit of a turning point. I'm learning how to get him to sleep without screaming. And how to keep him happy most of the time. I am now beginning to enjoy putting him to sleep, but he is still inconsistent. At times he will still cry (but not shriek) and other times he'll just lay in my arms quietly until he falls asleep. I have not found a pattern to this madness.
With all of this being said, my love for this little guy grows each day. I never knew this kind of love before him! The love of a parent is so special and so different from the way you love others. I don't want to put him down all day (and don't put him down much) because I just want to always be with him. I'm not going to look back and think "I should have cleaned the house more" but I will look back and say "I should have held him more." So for now, I'll hold my little guy tight each day and do my best to make this scary transition from womb to world a little easier for him.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Eli's Birth Story
It’s amazing how quickly we forget
details of a moment we thought we’d never forget. I started writing Eli’s birth story when he
was only 4 days old and I had already forgotten so much. Here we are, now, 3 weeks later. I have recounted August 26th to
the best of my ability but I’m sure there are details I will recall later on.Here is Kamil putting together the glider on Saturday morning.
I was becoming antsy since I had now
been feeling as if my birthing time was about to start for 2 days. Around
7 am the pressure waves were 6-8 minutes apart. I was mainly feeling it
in my back and a little in my belly. Again,
I decided to do some walking hoping that it would get things started. I walked up and down our driveway for about
an hour and later went for a long walk with Kamil around the neighborhood. I wish I had realized that what I really
should have been doing was resting.
I ate dinner (first clue that I wasn’t ready to give
birth). And we went to the hospital around 8:30. When we got there Kristen said “you’re way to
smiley!” Another clue that I wasn’t ready. Haha!
Since I was only 2 cm, Kristen said we could either walk around the hospital for
a few hours in hopes that labor would progress or we could go home. I wanted to do most of my labor at home so we
decided to head home. Kristen told me to
take a Tylenol PM or have a glass of wine and try to relax and sleep since I had
been up since 4am and it was bound to be a long night!
Kristen said she didn’t want to have to make a little cut
so I needed to show her that I could get him out the next time I pushed. I was determined since I really didn’t want
an episiotomy. I later learned that she
said that in order to motivate me and she wasn’t actually planning on doing
one. It worked. On the next pressure wave (the 4th
since I had started pushing), I went for it. The nurse, who was SO Long Island, said “It’s
gonna hurt like hell but once he’s out you’re done!” I appreciated her honesty and it helped to
know how much it would hurt. I continued
to push even as the pressure wave was dying down and sure enough, out popped
his head! I had to push one more time to
get his body out. His little butt got
stuck and it took a second to get him all the way out. At 4:58am Eli was born!Saturday, February 26, 2011
Finding Balance
From this fight came the realization that one of the reasons I feel that I can barely keep afloat is that I am lacking balance in my life. I am working too much, not seeing my husband enough, and not getting enough time to relax. When I come home everyday, the projects on the house stare me down. When we first bought the house and would come home from the city it felt like we were going on vacation. Now, being in the house stresses me out. I know this feeling wont last forever and that once we finish the living room we will both feel a lot better but for now it's hard not to feel the rush of anxiety almost knock me over when I walk through the door.
A friend of mine gave me a necklace a few years ago that says "Balance" on it. She told me that she bought it for me because I have always been able to attain such balance in my life. I actually laughed when she said that because I didn't necessarily feel like I was able to. She said that from an outsiders perspective I did a wonderful job keeping balance. I've realized since she gave me the necklace that I am better at it than I think and when my life falls out of balance everything falls apart.
Now that I know what the problem is it'll be easier to fix it. I'm not quite sure how to find balance again but I'm sure I'll figure it out. Looks like it's time to put the necklace back on to remind myself what I'm in search of.
Although we fought fervently today, I'm thankful that I have a loving husband who, although at times, can make me want to scream, also loves me unconditionally...even when I throw my chapstick at him. And even though I had to have a break down tonight for us to have a good heart to heart, I am glad that he is able to hear me and really listen to how I am feeling. I KNEW these first several months were going to be very hard in the house. It's easy to say that but it's much more difficult to experience them. I just want to get past this and be able to live our lives and not have it be so hard. Looking forward to those days.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Homeowners!
Since I started this blog there have been so many things I’ve wanted to write about. Somehow there never seems to be enough time to sit down and write down my thoughts. Since October 4 there is one thing in particular that I’ve wanted to write about. On October 4th Kamil and I put an offer in on a house. I was hesitant to write about it because I was nervous I would jinx it. Now, I’m not a superstitious person but I wanted this house so badly that I was willing to go to the extremes. We put an offer in on another house this past summer and didn’t get it and were devastated. We had both already moved in, in our minds and when we were outbid we had to emotionally move out. It wasn’t something I wanted to do again.
Buying a house is sort of like finding your partner. You have to make sure it’s a good fit. You don’t want to marry the person and then realize after you get married that you can’t stand them, or that you settled. Buying a house is the same thing. Kamil and I both wanted a house we could live in for many years down the road, rather than a starter home we could fix up and then sell in a few years. With this market it’s too unpredictable to know whether we would be able to do that in a few years.
Kamil and I had seen 4 houses the day we first saw this house. Kamil had found the open house and I wasn’t too keen on going since it was further away than we had planned on living originally. I really didn’t want to live any further than an hour outside of NYC since I’m commuting daily and have to be at work at 8:30. This house is an hour and a half to Penn Station. We decided to see it anyway since it was on our way back to Kamil’s mom’s house.
When we pulled up it was a house out of a fairytale, somewhere I’d always dreamed of living. Although I loved it from the outside I still wasn’t convinced. It was on a busy street and with the whole issue from being so far away from the city I was more skeptical than anything. It wasn’t until we got to the second floor that I fell in love. I got to the top of the staircase and saw that there was a second staircase and a 3rd story!!!
Since I was little I’ve always enjoyed looking at houses. I remember going to a few open houses as a child and picture living there, where my room would be, etc. I lived in the same house from the time I was born until I moved to NYC (excluding college), so I never had the opportunity to move and live in another house. I always thought it would be fun. Yet, if my parents ever sold my house I would be SO upset. It is such a huge part of our family. My parents put so much work into it over the past 30 years.
Anyway, After seeing the 3rd story Kamil and I decided that we loved the house and really wanted his mom to see it. We left the open house, picked her up and headed back. The couple who was selling it had raised 3 children there and it had very positive vibes. Kamil’s mom loved it, which to me was a very good sign. She hadn’t liked much that we had seen since she was looking out for us and wanted us to find the very best house.
After sleeping on it we decided we loved it enough to put in an offer. The whole process of buying a house took many months for us. First there was negotiating a price, which took about a month. After that we had to negotiate about the oil tank that was in in the ground. Most old houses in Smithtown have oil tanks in the ground. Having an oil tank in the ground isn’t good for the environment since there is a chance they can begin leaking oil into the ground. We wanted to have the oil tank abandoned since it made us nervous to buy a house with such an oil tank. This whole process took another month. And then there was the whole mortgage process, which I think was the most painful process. We never spoke to our loan processor and he wrote the same thing to every email we wrote: “Forwarded to underwriting. TX.” We could have written “You’re an idiot and suck at your job” and he would have still written “Forwarded to underwriting. TX.”



