Hazard's on, let's go!

It is extremely rare that my sister-in-law, Abbey, and I get to go and DO anything. Saturday night, we were going to seize that rare opportunity and get crazy. I got everything ready for the "boys night in" which consisted of Dusty, my brother, Gus, and Simon.
As we were leaving, Gus started acting really sad about me leaving and said he didn't want me to go. I loved him up a few extra minutes and told him he could have some yogurt if he wanted it. He said "but they won't let me" with the most pitiful voice and face you've ever seen. I assured him that he could have some and shouted inside that I was leaving and Gus could have yogurt.
We left the house and talked about how excited we were to have this time together, and headed towards Rosman to the Miss Bengal pageant. (told ya we were wild) Abbey parked the car and we got out. We had gotten about 20 feet away from the car when the phone rang and Abbey picked up "Do you miss me already" and then I watched as her face changed and so did her direction..we were headed back to the car and my stomach sank. Jeremy said that Simon cut his finger, it was a long story, but he might need a stitch. I felt physical pain.
On the way home I tried to call, but no one would answer. I figured there was a finger missing and no one wanted me to be alarmed. I knew for them to have called me back that it was serious and that Simon was crying uncontrollably. Boy was I right.

I walked in and grabbed Simon. Gus was running circles in the front yard and Jeremy and Dusty were running circles inside. I saw paper towels and scotch tape laying on the table and almost laughed, but my baby was crying. I held him tight and tried to see the wound but it was bleeding too bad. I wrapped it in a burp cloth and starting spitting orders. You-get a bottle. You-get a towel. You-what happened?

Dusty was cutting open the yogurt that Gus had asked for, with scissors, while holding the infant child. Simon, of course, tried to grab the scissors and snip!

We finally all got everything together and got into the car. "Hazard's on, let's go" So we're on our way and I say, "I think you're allowed to speed when there's an infant bleeding in the back seat, and you're in a passing zone" Dusty said "yes but there was a line of cars, can't you see" "No, I was praying" "Oh" We then got behind a van that apparently felt that hazard lights were pretty to look at. No matter how many steering wheel slams and "Come on people" we were stuck until finally, we hit the 4 lane. Free at last!! Except for that state trooper. You're kidding me right?

Dusty weaves in and out of traffic all the way to the ER. Check in and..........wait. No one looks quite as emergent as my child. Except that my child is fast asleep and the bleeding has stopped. We all feel entitled to be first in the ER don't we. "No one is as sick as me or my child" We register and wait again. Get called back into a room and...wait again. At one point, I told Dusty he was going to have to start taking care of himself because he was hurt worse than Simon was. Poor guy!! 2 1/2 hours later and thankfully with Simon still sleeping, the Dr comes in, glues it, slaps a sticker on and we're out the door in less than 10 mins.

I see a market for dermabond-Parents. Sell it, and we will buy it. I personally will buy in bulk. It will save us hours! We can even use what's leftover on household projects.

MOM UP

There are some things that mothers do, that are so completely super human, and then some things that they do that are just so disgusting that no man could ever imagine.

I am able to grow a human, feed this human with my own body inside and outside of the womb, go days on little sleep, have spit-up in my hair, literally be pooped on, spend all day with little ones and manage a clean house, dishes washed (by hand) bottles washed, bottles made for 24 hours, pull splinters from the depths of hands and feet, fix broken doors when they get slammed off their hinges, clean yogurt off of sliding glass doors, floors and the back of Simon's head(found that about an hour later), diapers are changed, kids are clothed, beds get made, I keep everyone alive, and I even manage to blog.

The other day, as some of you know, we found out that Gus had a major bowel impaction/blockage. We had to give him meds in order to help him pass it. DISCLAIMER:Stop reading if you're easily grossed out. Well, he passed it. The whole IT. I knew it wasn't going to go down in it's current "form" but what was I to do. I walked around the house knowing exactly what had to be done. But I didn't wanna do this. Was there any tool that I could use? Kitchen utensil...no cause I'd have to throw that away. Oh Lord, help me in this moment! So I sat down on his little bathroom stool and said to myself (outloud of course as crazy mom's do) "Emily, you gotta Mom up right here!"
Thank God and SC Johnson Company for rubber gloves!!!

Mommie struggles

Every single day of Mommyhood presents new challenges. My life is no exception to this rule, by far. Most of my friends are mothers to one child. I noticed this more when I became pregnant with Simon. Was everyone else smarter than us? Were they on to something? Was I going to be able to do this? In an earlier blog, I expressed my fears of 2 children. How to juggle, share, feed and clothe. I've noticed that adding a childing doesn't just add to your load, somehow it quadruples your load, and subtracts from your brain.
An example is getting ready for church on Sunday's. With one child you get 3 people ready and pack a small bag. With two children, you start packing bags and bathing on Saturday night just to show up half-way through Sunday school. You hand off the baby, take the toddler to his class and sit in a tiny chair pretending like you're going to hang around. You excuse yourself "to the potty" and don't go back. Get half-way upstairs and remember you didn't tell them when the baby ate or was changed and what's in the bag. Go back down and explain your brain was not in the bag you packed last night and head back to your class. Sit down and grab your tea that you lovingly prepared, only you forgot the teabag so it's hot water with sugar and milk...mmm.
I do not complain because I understand and am thankful for my two beautiful blessings. I blog about it because I think we mommie's have struggles internally about our children everyday. I wonder when the boys are going to cast me aside for a girl, how they'll call their dad and ask for advice and say-don't tell mom. We can love them as much and as hard as we want to for now, but they'll grow up and move out all the same. I worry about everything that Gus is going through with sensory integration disorder. I worry that we "caused it" Did we spank too early? Did we hold him enough? Were we too quick to anger? All we can do as parents is learn from our mistakes, just the same way that we tell our children to do. "Don't do that again!"
Being a stay at home mom now, I'm learning how to relax and enjoy more. Being a working mom, I was always so rushed with our schedule and the next thing on the list. It was a rush from the moment I got home from picking Gus up, getting dinner ready, cleaning dishes, packing bags and lunches, bath time, bedtime and the day was done. I didn't make time to go to church because I used my family as an excuse, when all the while we would have still have family time for the one whole hour of church. I couldn't just sit on the porch and watch Gus play, or push him in the swing, go for a walk and throw sticks in the river, without thinking of what I had to do next.
We all need to give ourselves permission to stop and slow down, enjoy these blessings God has given us. I'd rather have an overactive toddler that bounces off the walls than one that can't walk. I'd rather have my chunky little baby than one that can't gain weight for medical reasons. In every complaint, someone else would be jealous. "One woman's floor is another woman's ceiling"