Baby Fever

   So that wonderful feeling has struck me once more. That internal itch that nags at you and nags at you until you acknowledge it. Every baby you see stirs up an incredible desire as if you are gollum in Lord of the Rings and must obtain your precious. That's right folks, baby fever. It has hit me and it has hit me HARD. You would think that with a sarcastic five year old that is a constant reminder of myself at that age, and a toddler teetering on the edge of the terrible twos cliff would be enough to derail these urges. Nope, not in the least bit it seems. In fact I think that as Milk Monster continues to grow and hit new milestones the urge merely grows.
   When my husband and I had Milk Monster, we discussed the possibility of more children. He was honest in his feelings that he was happy with just our two children. I on the other hand have a strong desire for more children. We recently had to have a new discussion about this since we had a pregnancy scare. He admitted to being okay with having one more, maybe not right now, but one more in the next few years. Well knowing that he would be okay with another child has only increased my desire for another child. I try my best to not voice this desire, so it won't bother him, but it is becoming too difficult. I have one issue though...will Milk Monster be okay with sharing mama's milk? He is a little piglet even at 20 months old. If my husband pretends to reach for my chest, Milk Monster flips out and yells at him. Then immediately after he chases his father off, he has to nurse. As if he is an explorer laying claim to land. Then there's the fact that instead of using a toy bottle to feed his baby doll, he brings her to me to nurse her. So he knows the concept of mommy having the milk for babies. He is okay with his doll having my milk, so maybe he would be okay with a little brother or sister having my milk as well.
    So for now I am filling my baby fever with the adorable babies that come into my workplace. I can't hold them, but I sure can make them smile or laugh. It's not completely working, but it's enough for now. Sadly for my husband it may not work for long. It's like giving decaf to a coffee addict. It's just not the same.

Mommy Panic Moment

  Yesterday I had a major mommy panic moment. One of those dreaded moments where something happens to your child, and in that moment you are the worst mother on Earth. No-in the entire universe. What exactly happened? Well I was cooking dinner, and I asked The Princess to take Milk Monster upstairs to play in their room. Normally this is an uneventful moment. The most that usually happens is a small argument over a toy. Suddenly I heard Milk Monster screaming hysterically, as if he was in pain. Next thing I know, he is downstairs grabbing at his leg and crying for me. His pajama pants seemed bleached out on his leg. I ripped them off and smelled bleach. I don't buy bleach so I didn't know where it came from. The Princess came down carrying a spray bottle of mildew cleaner that Milk Monster had gotten into. Then it dawned on me, the landlord had left the bottle here. So we put it upstairs under the bathroom sink with the safety locks on it. Milk Monster, being the smart little guy he is becoming, had figured out the safety lock. I called their father panicking and had him come home from work. While I waited for him to come home, I put Milk Monster in the tub with cool water to wash the bleach off of him. He instantly calmed downed and started playing. I was in tears when daddy arrived home. He checked Milk Monster's leg and found that other than his eczema being irritated, he was fine. Then he spent the next half hour trying to coax me out of my mommy bashing mood. Even though it seemed terrible in the moment, accidents happen. Milk Monster is okay, alive, and other than his skin being irritated, nothing horrible happened. We want so badly to protect our children from everything that can hurt them, but we also need to accept that sometimes we can't always protect our kids. We can do our best, but when accidents do happen we need to stay calm instead of panicking. I know, easier said than done. Now I was planning on writing more, but Milk Monster is demanding to nurse.

Disney's Frozen

   Recently my bosses gave us free passes to an early showing of Disney's latest princess film, Frozen. We both had the night off, so we figured we'd have a fun night out with the kids. We treated them out to dinner before heading up to the movie theater. Keeping Milk Monster entertained while waiting in line proved to be difficult. We were surrounded mostly by families with older children, but there were also a group of adults our age as well. I sat on the floor with him, trying to get him to play. Then he did what I had been afraid he would do. He climbed into my lap, pulled down my top and latched on to nurse. I looked around to judge the looks on the faces around me. Most people just looked away. Then I noticed the younger adults, the group that was closer to our age. They looked back at me and smiled before continuing their conversation. I sighed in relief. It wasn't much longer before they allowed us into the theater to find our seats.
     Once we got comfortable, the kids shared some popcorn while we waited for the movie to start. Before the movie started, Milk Monster decided he was thirsty again. I was less hesitant to nurse him this time. He sat in my lap nursing until the movie started. The movie was in 3D but Milk Monster wouldn't wear the glasses. Before the actual movie started, there was an old mickey mouse cartoon. This was Milk Monster's first time in a movie theater, so I was worried he wouldn't sit still. He watched the cartoon and laughed. He even clapped in excitement! Then Frozen started, and he was entranced. As the movie went on, he began to become sleepy. He curled up on my lap and nursed for the rest of the movie. He twisted his head though, so he could watch the movie while still nursing.
     Frozen was a great movie. I enjoyed it, my fiance enjoyed it, and both of the kids loved it. At first, I was worried it would be one of the typical princess movies where she needs her prince charming to save her. I was surprised to be completely wrong! It had two strong female lead characters that grew as people as the movie went on. It had humor as well as a good moral story. It had moments that made us cry, and many that made us laugh. The ending was wonderful and it left us smiling. The music was great and weeks later, The Princess is still going through the house singing songs from the movie! My fiance was happy about the strong female roles and I pointed out to him the possible reason it was written that way. A woman wrote the screenplay! That is not very common in Hollywood. All in all it was a great movie, a great time as a family, and I recommend you all go see it! If you go with  your little nurslings, do not be afraid to nurse them! I was afraid, but there was absolutely no reason to be afraid.

Mommy Hell

   I have been in mommy hell lately. I love my kids, I truly do. But the past few weeks have really pushed my limits.  The Princess is in school now which means she is bringing home every germ she comes into contact with. At first, I only got a slight cold. Nothing too hard to combat with honey and herbal teas. Then Milk Monster began to get cranky. Now I do not mean his normal grumpy crankiness that comes with being a toddler. No, I mean he truly showed his fiery spirit that lays dormant under all of that red hair of his. He threw tantrums, clung to me like a second skin, and refused to sleep unless mommy held him. Of course this also meant he was permanently attached to my breasts sucking the life force out of me. Luckily this probably helped him get over his cold much more quickly. Unfortunately for him....he was also cutting two teeth. So he made sure we all knew he was in pain. Then his sister got sick. My vibrant, hyper active little girl became a sloth. She did not want to do ANYTHING except lay down in bed all day. It was a battle every morning, dragging her out of bed for school. Now when she had a fever she was allowed to stay home and be the sloth she wanted to be. With medicine and mommy's milk, the kids began to feel much better.
   Then irony slammed me in the face HARD. While my kids were feeling better, enough to run around getting into everything in sight, I began to feel like all of my energy was drained out of me. I was constantly coughing, ached all over, and just wanted to sleep. Of course I couldn't sleep because I had to work and take care of my kids. At first I tried to treat it with honey and herbal teas. I took some ibuprofen for the fever and the aches. Then my asthma decided it would rear it's ugly head with a vengeance. You see, I haven't taken my asthma medications diligently since I was in middle school. I've done my best to not rely on them. But with this nasty cold, my asthma began to attack. I was waking up every night at 3 am hacking. I couldn't breathe even with my nebulizer. I gave in and bought some cold medicine. I thought perhaps it would do the job along with my asthma medication. Then, one day at work I found myself unable to breathe. I had to give in and go to the doctor. I was given antibiotics and prednisone to open my lungs while fighting the infection. Finally I began to feel better. Now I am left to face the aftermath of two sick kids, my own illness, and two now well kids destroying my house. Literally I am in mommy hell. But you know what?  I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

NIP and twisted nipples

  Recently we've been trying to do fun stuff with the kids. It's summer and The Princess starts kindegarten in a few weeks. Before it got too warm, we took a trip to the zoo. My kids love seeing the different animals, and honestly Daddy acts like a big kid when we're there.
    As we walked, through the water exhibit, The Princess would ask if certain animals nursed their babies. She got upset because. Only the seals and polar bears make milk for their babies. It made me giggle that's for sure, especially because everytime she said milk, her brother would smack my chest. The zoo was a fun learning experience. We walked by the lemurs and The Princess got excited. I thought it was because of her favorite movie, but I was wrong. She exclaimed 'Look, mommy! That one is nursing her baby!' Sure enough a lemur was nursing her baby as it was clinging to her. I thought this would be.the nursing highpoint of the trip. I was wrong. Milk Monster doesn't nurse well with large crowds. He gets too distracted very quickly. I kept trying to find a spot without a lot of people around. We walked over to the bird sanctuary and I spotted something that made me feel like a kid on Christmas. They had a building for nursing moms! Milk Monster and I went in. It was beautiful! There were three private nursing rooms with curtains for privacy. I sat down in a nice, comfy chair while Milk Monster nursed. He nursed for a full session and I could tell he had been wanting to nurse for a while. It was such a relief to be able to nurse him without him being distracted. I was so proud of our local zoo for building that for us moms. I hope to continue seeing more nursing friendly enviroments around my home state.
   As the tempratures continue to rise we've been craving the swimming pools. We went to a pool a little north of our home. It was a fun, kid friendly pool. Milk Monster was tired that day and clinged to me. He began to fuss and pull at my swimsuit. I sat in a lounge chair and laid him on my tummy. I covered him with a towel to keep the sun off of him. I lowered my top slightly for him to latch on and was able to keep most of myself covered. The woman next to me for upset. She kept making disgusted noises at me. I ignored and kept nursing. Her friend came over to sit with her. The upset woman began to loudly complain to her friend. I was dreading having to respond to her negativity. Luckily her friend did that for me. She pointed out that she was exposing more skin with her bikini than I was by nursing. I did my best not to laugh but it was hilarious.
   When my daughter was a baby I gave up quickly on nursing. I never experienced moments like this. I also never experienced what my son did just the other night. He was cuddling with me and it was such a sweet moment. Suddenly he reached into my shirt and twisted my nipple. It hurt like hell and he laughes. He laughed! He is definitely going to be an interesting child.

Dreams Change

    When I was a senior in high school, my anatomy teacher asked us to write about where we saw ourselves in ten years. At first, I wrote about my dream career as an actress. Then I wrote about another aspect of my future. I described how I would be married with three children. When my teacher returned our papers, he commented that my, answer surprised him. I was the only student to mention having a family. He said that he believed I would be a wonderful mother and make any man lucky to have me as a wife. A year later I was married and a mother at age 19. While my marriage did not last long, I began my journey into motherhood with my daughter. Over the course of five years, I have watched my daughter learn and grow. I also have grown over the years.I am not the same person that I was when I envisioned what my life would be like. Many have said that I gave up my dreams, that I failed to live up to my potential.
       Honestly, I believe that anyone who thinks I have failed is wrong. I did not give up on my dreams, but instead I found new dreams. Instead of going off to Hollywood to follow a dream of being a star, I found a dream worth living for. My dream is filled with games, love, hardships, and milestones. I get to watch two people begin their lives. I get to watch as they discover the little things in life that we miss because we are too busy. I get to see as their personalities develop and change as they grow. I get to be the person who guides them as they grow. I get to instill their morals, their ambitions, and their self value in them. That's a huge responsibility to take on, one that not everyone is cut out for. It's a hard journey, but in the end it is the most rewarding. I am a mother, and will be for the rest of my life. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Second opinion

I recently came a news story about  parents having their infant removed from their home. Normally you begin to wonder what horrible things the infant had been subjected to in the care of his parents. You would be thanking the authorities for saving him from something probably much worse. Yet in this case it seems the system may be corrupt. Shocking, a government system being corrupt.
  I know you're wondering why the baby was removed from his parents' care. Well he had been ill, so like any parent would they rushed him to a hospital. While there, a nurse administered antibiotics. Yet when they asked why she said she didn't know why. Later they were told by a doctor that he should not have been given the antibiotics. Then the doctors informed him he needed surgery. The parents were cautious at this point due to the lack of communication between the staff regarding their son. So against the doctors advice, they took their child to another hospital for a second opinion. They were reassured that surgery wasn't needed and a different course of treatment was decided. Shortly after, the police and cps showed up at their home to remove the child. Now they are fighting the system to have their child returned to them.
  Why am I writing about this? It terrifies me! When The Princess was about 8 months old, she had extreme diarreah. She had 8 bowel movements in a 2 hour period. I was a new mom and scared so we rushed her to the hospital. What did they tell me to do? They thought it was a bad reaction to the dairy in her formula. So they told me to give her nothing but pedialyte for a WEEK. Literally they wanted me to starve my child. I was horrified and in my gut I knew this was wrong. I informed them I disagreed and wanted a second opinion. They advised me to not seek a second opinion until after trying their suggestion. I refused. Instead I drive 45 minutes to the next hospital.
  The staff there was in shock by what the first hospital had suggested. The doctor asked a wound of questions, including if she had been on antibiotics recently. The other hospital had also asked this, but did not comment further. Turns out the antibiotics had wiped out the good bacteria in her digestive tract. Their suggested treatment? Ready to laugh? More dairy. That's right, the complete opposite of the other hospital. So she got to enjoy yogurt for the first time and her body returned to normal.
  So had I not gone for a second opinion, my child would have been starving. I would have been endangering my child and going against my instincts. Why should these parents, or any parents be punished for doing what is best for their child? The thought of this happening to someone else terrifies me that next time, it could happen to me. As parents we should not have to worry about this. As someone who was truly abused and endangered, I am angry that innocent parents are being scrutinized. My parents and many others who should be looked into by the authorities are flying under the radar. We need to wake up and change things before it gets worse.