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Sunday, September 16, 2007
A Mother's Guilt
The baby chipped his tooth. How? He fell. I don't know the details, because I was putting dirty laundry in the hamper. He cried, so I came in and he was laying on his back on the floor. I have no idea what he fell into, or what he hit. It was at this moment that I felt I truly deserved the world's greatest mother award. Can you sense my sarcasm? When I picked him up to love him, I noticed he had a little blood in his mouth. Just a little. He cried for all of 30 seconds. Thirty minutes later, I was tickling him on the floor and he did one of those big open mouth laughs, and I realized that there was a chip in one of his little formerly perfect teeth. I wasn't too worried about it. Then I talked to my mom, who said I should still call the doctor. So I called them. The nurse line called me back, and said that I needed to have him seen TODAY. Apparently, a chipped tooth is a bigger deal than I had thought it was. So NOW I am waiting for the on call dentist to call me back. Has my mommy instict failed me? I am getting more worried by the minute. This is crazy, especially considering he cries harder and longer when I tell him NO than he did when he fell. Not to mention, he is napping, so I have nothing to keep my mind off of how easily his tooth chipped. Is it because I am not giving him enough "good" food to eat? Did I not drink enough milk or have a high enough calcium intake when I was pregnant? In those early months when I was BF?
**Update** The dentist called and all is good. I just need to look for signs of infection. His tooth might change colors, but she said that would be normal. I do need to bring him in for his regular visit after he's one though. She also said it is VERY VERY VERY common for small babies and toddlers to chip their teeth when they are learning how to walk. So. Perhaps I can package up my mommy guilt until another day.
**Update** The dentist called and all is good. I just need to look for signs of infection. His tooth might change colors, but she said that would be normal. I do need to bring him in for his regular visit after he's one though. She also said it is VERY VERY VERY common for small babies and toddlers to chip their teeth when they are learning how to walk. So. Perhaps I can package up my mommy guilt until another day.
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
It hit me...
Today it hit me how little time we have left here in Nebraska. There are three and a half months left. One of those is gone, because we'll be visiting Daddy. We'll visit my Grandfather for another week, Then we'll actually leave sometime in Mid-December if things work out the way they are supposed to. So, that brings us down to about two months. Split up. In those two months I have a lot to do. I am pretty overwhelmed when I think of all the work I have laid out for me. I have to separate my kitchen gadgets from my mother's, go through several boxes and pitch stuff I don't need, get the car ready to be transported, figure out WHERE the baby is going to sleep after the movers come. Hopefully that won't be until December? I also have to plan and throw a birthday party for the baby, travel to the other side of the world toting the one year old, look for and possibly purchase a fifth wheel camper, have a hitch installed in the truck for said camper, load and prepare camper for the trip across the country. I also REALLY want to spend some time with friends and family in the little bit of time that I have left. Leaving this time will be bittersweet. I have loved being here. The baby loves his grandparents. I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with friends. That being said, I absolutely cannot wait to be in California. With my husband. And my baby. In our own house. together.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Should be sleeping...
Like the baby. We stayed at my in-laws last night. It was nice. The baby slept fairly well considering he was in an odd place. He is walking like crazy now.
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Thanks for leaving comments friends.. and husband! Although, I wouldn't say that having your vas deferens tied would be "fixing" anything! Ha ha! At any rate, I love when people leave comments. It makes me want to post more. Which adds pressure, because I feel this crazy urge to write about "important" stuff. I also feel like all the English teachers of the world are reading this and judging me. I won't judge you -- or your grammar (unless of course, you incorrectly correct mine in front of a bunch of people, but then I've already ranted about that). Every time I post a blog I think of Mrs. Strand. And that teacher I had in some portable building. I think it was at Park Middle School. (Sorry teacher, that I can't remember your name..) I know that I should put punctuation outside of parenthesis if they are inside of a sentence (Thank you Mrs. Strand). <-- See, period. Outside of parenthesis. Also, every time I want to write the word "stuff" or "thing" I think of Jr. High English teacher who had banned those words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate cable/satellite/telephone installations. It has got to be the worst part about moving. I am most certainly NOT looking forward to it. Not. At. All. I just spent the last couple of days at my in-laws. Did I say that already? They were having their whole phone/Internet/cable thing set up. The phone was supposed to have been turned on Thursday. I got there around 1. No caller ID, no new phone company. Father in Law called finally around 4:30. By the time we got back from dinner it was hooked up, but it took me 3 hours on the phone to get a hold of anyone to find out why the modem wasn't connecting to the broadband service. They were set up somewhere in Texas. Fools. So, it takes 24 hours to fix that (it was 8 pm by that point). But I was supposed to start trying around 10am for service. I still couldn't connect when I left at 6:30. I tried calling at 4:00, but they wouldn't do anything because it hadn't been 24 hours yet. Am I wrong for not believing that it was going to be fixed? We'll find out Tuesday. That wasn't too bad.
The guy coming to hook up the TV gave a 4 hour window. "He will be there between 8 and noon." 11:00 comes, and we get a call. "He's running late. It will be 1:30." My question about that is this: You move, you work hourly and have to take off half the day to have the cable installed. Because you get paid hourly, you probably aren't making much money and need every penny. What do you do when they say that? You've already lost half a day of work. What happens when you call in and tell your boss this? What if your boss is a jerk and decides that he is going to fire you? I think it is wrong. Okay. It is time for me to go to bed. I have completely lost track of where I was going with this. I have failed my English teachers. again. :::tear:::
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*Update* I did fail my English Teachers with this post. I re-read it. It was awful! I fixed my grammar. Well, hopefully most of it. I also fixed the spelling errors.
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Thanks for leaving comments friends.. and husband! Although, I wouldn't say that having your vas deferens tied would be "fixing" anything! Ha ha! At any rate, I love when people leave comments. It makes me want to post more. Which adds pressure, because I feel this crazy urge to write about "important" stuff. I also feel like all the English teachers of the world are reading this and judging me. I won't judge you -- or your grammar (unless of course, you incorrectly correct mine in front of a bunch of people, but then I've already ranted about that). Every time I post a blog I think of Mrs. Strand. And that teacher I had in some portable building. I think it was at Park Middle School. (Sorry teacher, that I can't remember your name..) I know that I should put punctuation outside of parenthesis if they are inside of a sentence (Thank you Mrs. Strand). <-- See, period. Outside of parenthesis. Also, every time I want to write the word "stuff" or "thing" I think of Jr. High English teacher who had banned those words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate cable/satellite/telephone installations. It has got to be the worst part about moving. I am most certainly NOT looking forward to it. Not. At. All. I just spent the last couple of days at my in-laws. Did I say that already? They were having their whole phone/Internet/cable thing set up. The phone was supposed to have been turned on Thursday. I got there around 1. No caller ID, no new phone company. Father in Law called finally around 4:30. By the time we got back from dinner it was hooked up, but it took me 3 hours on the phone to get a hold of anyone to find out why the modem wasn't connecting to the broadband service. They were set up somewhere in Texas. Fools. So, it takes 24 hours to fix that (it was 8 pm by that point). But I was supposed to start trying around 10am for service. I still couldn't connect when I left at 6:30. I tried calling at 4:00, but they wouldn't do anything because it hadn't been 24 hours yet. Am I wrong for not believing that it was going to be fixed? We'll find out Tuesday. That wasn't too bad.
The guy coming to hook up the TV gave a 4 hour window. "He will be there between 8 and noon." 11:00 comes, and we get a call. "He's running late. It will be 1:30." My question about that is this: You move, you work hourly and have to take off half the day to have the cable installed. Because you get paid hourly, you probably aren't making much money and need every penny. What do you do when they say that? You've already lost half a day of work. What happens when you call in and tell your boss this? What if your boss is a jerk and decides that he is going to fire you? I think it is wrong. Okay. It is time for me to go to bed. I have completely lost track of where I was going with this. I have failed my English teachers. again. :::tear:::
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*Update* I did fail my English Teachers with this post. I re-read it. It was awful! I fixed my grammar. Well, hopefully most of it. I also fixed the spelling errors.
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