I feel like the fog of the first trimester is finally lifting. The last two days have felt different than the last two months have.
This pregnancy has been my hardest so far. I don’t know if it’s because I’m older or because my kids have been bringing home a million viruses from school but, wow. I don’t want to do this ever again! haha
A few days ago, or a week ago? I was looking at my blog archives from 2010, when I was pregnant with Ember. I was desperate to read about how the first trimester of that pregnancy impacted me and if it all magically went away at 12 weeks along. Sure enough, I was a miserable, miserable woman for two months and then I blogged about how I was 13 weeks along and feeling so much better.
And here I am 3 months along, and I feel ok. I don’t feel magically 100% better but I think in a couple more weeks I will! For now, I will absolutely accept, with open arms, any small improvement!
For two months my house has been a total wreck and I’ve barely managed to keep my family fed. I have met the bare minimum mommy requirements and that’s it.
It feels good to feel positive about the coming weeks. It feels good to be hopeful and excited and think about things other than laying on the couch or how in the world I can manage a nap.
During lunch yesterday I took some pictures of Ember. She ate after the other kids and was the only one who really got dressed for the day. I even did her hair for the first time in a long time! (Not counting the quick fountain top ponytails I give her to get her bangs out of her face)
I made a cheesy broccoli chicken casserole that all four of my kids LOVED. It’s so rare that all four kids like a food and all three of the older kids asked me to make it more often! And it’s gluten free so it’s a huge win.
Our entire family’s sleep schedule is so messed up from all the illnesses we had. We have kids going to bed late, waking up late, tired all day, napping late in the day. It’s a huge disaster. I’m trying to fix it all now that I’m healthy enough to be able to! But one thing still majorly messed up is Ember’s late, late naps. She falls asleep around 2 or 3pm every day and will sleep long past 6 if I let her! Basically she’d sleep until like 10pm and then be up for hours. haha
I do wake her up every day at 5:45pm but that’s only because my iPod alarm goes off to give her the antibiotics she’s on! I need to fix her sleep schedule. She used to nap at 11am or 12pm to 2pm every day and that was perfect!
I had my camera out snapping that picture to document my failure at keeping her up through the evening and decided to snap some pictures in my kitchen of what I was doing. I typed directly on the pictures so that I didn’t have to sit here and talk and talk and bore myself 😉
Ember got her medicine. Sunday was the 8th day she’d taken her medicine. Only two more days to go! I’m glad I captured her taking medicine on “film” because it’s such a huge deal for her!
Up until last week she hated taking liquid medicine and would thrash around like crazy and I would have to hold her down (and often need Allan’s help) and force her to drink medicine she needed. Luckily during her entire life she’s only had to take liquid medicine 2 or 3 times!
At the urgent care they insisted she take liquid tylenol to get her fever down (I give her the chewable tabs at home!) and she screamed bloody murder about it. It was also in a little cup and not a syringe so it was super difficult for me holding her on my lap on an exam table to not spill everywhere. Finally she drank it all (crying the whole time) and I told her how good she was and that she did it all and was all done.
When the doctor came in with the prescription for 10 days (20 doses) of amoxicillon I was thinking, how in the world am I going to go through 20 doses of liquid medicine without traumatizing this girl!?
But, the first dose, she started thrashing about and I was thinking, this sucks. But then! Halfway through the syringe she stopped thrashing around and willingly sucked down the last half!! I was sitting there in shock, like- what the heck just happened?!
And wouldn’t you know, she has willingly drank every single dose of her antibiotics this week!!
My guess is she likes the taste of the super sweet flavored antibiotics but (like her mother) can’t stand the taste of tylenol. (or advil or baby motrin or anything else)
At bedtime I regretted giving the kids those cookies earlier in the evening. They were such horrible, rotten little butts during bedtime that night. So disrespectful!
But not Ember, she spent the rest of the evening telling me all the things she loved about me and patting my hair and back and hugging me and being the sweetest little thing on earth.
Though she did get into the cooling cookies on the counter when I was washing dishes!