Today my wonderful little boy turns one! I can’t believe it’s been a year. Everyone always tells you time flies, but it’s still amazes me. “The days are long, but the years are short”.
A year ago right now, I had just got to the hospital. What a whirlwind. Everything was going smoothly, early pains were coming, but tolerable. After being checked out, we went down to the cafeteria for some lunch. Having contractions while I ordered a sandwich, things still felt ok. As we walked back to the labour and delivery unit, my water broke waiting for the elevator. Then came the hellish, pelvis crushing, insanity causing pain. Well short story shorter, I was quickly set up in a room, and 16 minutes later my little guy was here. Love him so much.
On a side note, the next time I was in that same elevator it got stuck for 5 minutes. I thank my lucky stars everyday that everything went safely with the delivery of my two boys. I never wanted “natural” or “drug free” deliveries. (I’m a nurse, I love my meds.) But both boys came way too fast. Thank goodness the real pain was only a few minutes.
I just can’t wait to see what joys this next year brings for us.
Now, I get ready to head back to work after a wonderful year off. I’m ready. I like my job, and look forward to doing it again. It’s a different way to use my brain. I live my kids, but a balance is nice, and I do enjoy time away from them. Hopefully all goes well with the transitions.
I sit in the emergency room with my 11 month old son. I had to give him his epi pen after an accidental peanut butter ingestion. Such a stupid accident, I worked so hard to be careful there were no nuts in the house. I didn’t even realize what happened. My kids found an old dog toy. Hadn’t been used in forever, but it’s the kind you can stuff with treats. Well, i guess at some point I had put PB in it, and some shook loose as the kids played.
Next thing, my little guys cheeks are so red and full of hives. I try not to panic as he starts to gag and I worry his breathing is becoming raspy. I quickly give him his shot and head to the hospital.
My son, he will be fine, but I’m so scared for him. That this is his life and stupid accidents could happen anywhere. Thank god we were in our own home, and he was with me.
This worry I feel for my kids is all encompassing sometimes. How do I let them gain independence? Part of me wants to hover at all times. I’m so scared for them, but I can’t let them see that anxiety either. How did my parents do it with me? ( I as well have a serious allergy).
I can expect a few panic attacks in my future.
I just love them so much.
Last night I went out for dinner with a couple girls I used to work with. We decided to try The Grazing Goat, a newer restaurant in Saskatoon’s now trendy Riversdale area. I was happy to get dressed up and put some makeup on!
So, growing up in Saskatoon,I still find it a little odd that cool, trendy restaurants are located on 20th Street West. For as long as I can remember, this was a street one did not walk down. Day or night. But I guess some of the shady businesses have since closed, and maybe the questionable people are moving elsewhere? I’m not sure. Here’s an interesting article on the revival of 20th Street
the bar photo from grazinggoatgoodeats.com
The restaurant was cool. Lots of unfinished wood look to it. Small, with lots of art work on the walls. At 6pm on a thursday, the restaurant was about 1/4 full. Our server was really helpful. The menu was small, but versatile, all of the entres looked interesting. I decided on Jerk Lamb tacos (15$) and a glass of Cono Sur Pinot Noir (10$).
I was really happy with my order. Spicy, but very flavourful. The portion size was decent for price, 3 medium tacos, but a small side would have been nice. A friend had the salmon. Looked wonderful, maybe a bit of a small portion for the price.
Overall, a great night out, and I’m glad I ventured out of my comfort zone.
Jerk Lamb Tacos photo from grazinggoatgoodeats.com
As a huge 90’s fan and March madness fan, I find this awesome.
Today my little one had a trial run alone at daycare. That meant Michael (3) and I had a couple hours to kill.
I haven’t spent much time alone with him lately, and I feel kind of bad for that.
So we went out for ice cream, and a little mall wandering.
He’s such a smart special guy. It’s fun to actually have a conversation with him.
Today is my little boys first try at daycare. My older son does well there and always has. I’m a little worried about my Thomas though. He’s basically attached to me at all times. Such a mommas boy. We are starting him just a couple hours a day, hopefully get him used to it slowly.
I’m not sure what I’ll do without my baby koala stuck to me.
Time flies. I remember last year in St. Patricks day, I went into the hospital with some funny pains. Not labour I was sure, but it did end up being a kidney infection. That seems like yesterday. Can’t believe my sweetheart is almost one. Can’t believe my other love bug is over 3!!
I just want them to be happy and healthy. I’ll do all I can to provide that.
Hmm. I don’t really go out dancing much anymore.
But this was one of my old favorites for sure. Still makes me move a little, even if it’s just in the car.