I live in the Pacific Northwest and it can get pretty cold here during the winter season. But not just that, also we have had a huge increase with more violent flu’s and of course your general viral shit. With the controversial topic about vaccinations and whether or not too could be a playing factor. We will never know, even if we think we do…
No, my advice is not to fix yourself with the flu shot. Even tho I get one every year and sometimes they aren’t successful all the way. Like last year my daughter got Influenza A but she had gotten her flu shot. What in the heavens! Well, just because you get it does not mean you are fully protected. The scientists that create the flu shot do their best and shoot for what they think will be affecting the population. However, this is just what I like to believe and it is up to us if we want to inject ourselves or not. That’s on us.
Now what I will tell you is I have only been sick maybe 3 times in almost 10 years. Legit. I have had the flu shot every year for the last 9. My husband who obviously lives in the same house has even had a full on flu or even a complete sinus head cold. I never got sick. I kept Gracie healthy and neither did she. Gracie has been only sick 3-4 times in her almost 2.5 years of life. I think that is pretty good. Now, I know a lot of people think exposing their kids to sickness will build their immune system but I don’t agree with that. It might be true but Gracie has been around her sick dad and others that were sick and she never got it. I like to believe she is just healthy and I think its really weird to not think your kid already has an immune system when they are born. That is nor here or there I just don’t purposely take my girl out and around sick folks. Seems weird to me.
Well, I thought perhaps for those of you who might be walking into your cold season for the year, live somewhere where it is always cold or maybe your just in your season of freeze and sickness right now. Either way, I thought perhaps my habits to stay healthy and NOT sick would be helpful for someone else out there that just wants to feel good as often as possible.
Thank you for reading and I hope I could share and shed some light on maybe keeping you a tad healthier this cold season. Do you have any tips or tricks in your household? Comment below.
It was March 6th when I had received an early phone call from a childhood friend. We really don’t talk on a regular and I was busy with Gracie at the moment. I ended up calling him back and the sound in his voice wasn’t normal. He asked me how I was and if I had a minute. Of course, I did, so he then continued with a tremble in his voice. I have known this boy since he was 12 years old so, I knew when something was wrong. He then started to cry and tell me that our very, very dear friend had died.
Just typing this is really hard. But I just had to write about him and I felt like publishing this on a day of recognition for our Veterans was more than suitable. I am genuinely going to just write to you as if we are sitting down talking about how incredible he is.
During this conversation on the phone, the obvious questions were asked, “What happened? How? Why do you think it did? Who was with him? Who found him?” I mean the questions were just rolling off my tongue and they wouldn’t stop accumulating in my mind. I quickly got the number for his mom and called her. Trying to see when she would be here and what I could do to help. She is such a strong and resilient women.
Scott was an absolute jokster! He was so incredibly conceded and sassy as ever. Ha! He was protective, smart, strong, encouraging, helpful, genuine, kind, accepting, loving and he was so irreplaceable. I just wish he knew all those things. I just wish I could have told him more and told him that he was worth it. He was worth the fight, he was worth having a magnificent life and that he was meant for greatness.
I would tell him to his face that he is not his past, he is not defined by the bad choices that he made or makes, that he is fooling himself to think he is anything but incredible and that he is really loved by a lot of people. I would tell him that I was sorry that after the last dinner he came to with my family I should not of let him leave the way he was. I know that he was no one’s responsibility but his own. However, I am only human and Scott had a way of absorbing your energy because he was so great to be around when he was himself. I would tell Scott that he is stronger than his addiction and that if he would trust me that I would of help him with his contribution to be consistent and promising.
But, I knew growing up with an addict you can not save them. You can encourage and empower them. You can help point them in directions that can be impactful positively in their life. You can be a tool in their personal toolbox to find and succeed in saving themselves. However, Scott was not an easy convince. He was determined to self-destruct and he was convinced he was not worth it. Or at least his actions showed that too me. I don’t want to believe that he was anything but wonderfully imperfect, flawed but full of love, laughter and so much goodness it could fill the universe. I just wish I could have told him. Scott was incredibly resourceful and he was really creative in the kitchen with food. In high school, he was one of my absolute best friends. I truly loved that kid and still do. He gave me a lot of really special memories along with others and kept me safe. One thing I always, always knew with Scott was that I was safe. He was truly my big brother and honestly, nothing or nobody would be able to convince me otherwise.
I struggle every single day still because it is really hard to truly believe he is not here. Even tho I probably talk his ear off every single day and he can not just leave and not listen as some boys would do that. I’m kidding, another thing Scott was really great at was, listening. Not just sitting there and hearing what you are saying. But, looking at you and engaging. Being present in the conversation and really genuinely listening to you. I find that to be something really special in a person. Because sometimes eye contact and deep conversation can make a lot of people uncomfortable. So when you meet someone that can manage truly listening, keep them close! They are so, so special.
Scott was born to be a soldier. I think that is why all growing up he had such a protective instinct. Either way, he became a Soldier for the US Army and he was a total badass! Straight up. If you were to ask any of his battle buddies about a story with Scott, I bet it is either Heroic or it will make you pee your pants from laughter.
I felt like sharing a photo was honoring to him to show his medals. I don’t know a lot of the specifics of his time during battle or being overseas other than the safe things he would share with me during letter writing or talking when he got home. He always told me he was protecting my mind and didn’t want me to worry about him. Which only made me worry more. I just do not think I told him that I love him enough. Scott did share some things with my mom during his time living with her. She shared a couple of the stories and now I know why he did not share them. I cried for days when I first was told, knowing he had to go thru that. I know that soldiers take that risk when they sign up, but it will never demean the fact that they go thru it. Scott is a hero and will forever be. Along with all of his incredible battle buddies and all the other Veterans all over the world. You are a hero, you are important and you are honored by me.
I feel like I wanted to write this to almost be therapeutic for myself yet, I don’t feel much different. It has been 7 months and 1 day since I received the phone call he was gone. Not one day has gone by without talking to him, smiling at his photo on our fridge, talking about him and thinking about all the variations of things that I wonder on. Going to his apartment the week his mom flew in was irie. I sat in a chair that he sat in and looked out the window that he would view the city sunsets at. I sat on his bed and discovered a letter and some of my items he held onto. I took home some books and things inside of them that are so treasuring. He handwrote notes and favorite reads I will forever keep.
You are so missed Scott and I wish I could have told you sooner that you are the brother that I always hoped for. I wish you were still here because, man, you would have been one heck of an uncle to our little Gracie.
When I was six years old I was absolutely certain I was going to be a professional Dirt bike racer. It was all my heart would pitter patter for. The endless revving, the body armor that made me feel like a superhero, the effortless adventure and of course ALL the mud and dirt! When I turned 12 my direction shifted and I decided I wanted to be a model. As long as it involved me in front of a camera I was all for it. Honestly, I stuck that dream out for a long time. Probably until I was about 20 years old and building my portfolio was so fun! However, with behind the scenes of modeling is not all glitz and glam. At least not for me it was not. Surely with some big crew and if I had become some big deal, I am sure that would have changed.
So, I turned 21 and from there on out it was about partying and bartending that late nights. Creating memories with friends and people I thought were friends. Always a mixture of the both. At that point in my life until I was about twenty-five there really was no direction for me or plan. I was winging it and falling into debt quickly with a careless attitude and double fisting my drinks.
When I turned twenty-six I really starting questioning things along the lines of what I was doing with my life. Where I was headed since at that point I was only a short 4 years from being thirty. This truly started to scare me and create a conversation with Ryan about the topic. Neither of us had a plan or any idea what in the world we were doing.
One thing about me is that I have always been a person that wanted to be her own boss. I wanted to do my own thing. In 2009 I started a candle business and a hair clip business. I started sewing and thought maybe if I handcraft items I could start there and sell home décor or custom clothes. Ha! In 2012 Ryan and I started a Business with Amway and World Wide company under my encouragement of course. Ryan was so far from this personality type but, he went for it with me and we did that for about four years on and off.
During these times of Randoms and not knowing the direction of what the hell I or we are even doing. 2016 gave us a little human and we stopped caring for a moment what we were so worried about. That did not last. Ha!
Somewhere in between holding it all together and dropping all the china at the same time. Pretty contradicting yeah? Well, that is how I feel and its the best description off the head I can muster up.
About six months after Gracie was born a lot of things came up and we basically we’re back to trying to blueprint our future. Even tho, we know we should have handled this prior to a baby. We can’t win all the battles and once I realized that I think my acceptance altered. What was okay with me and what wasn’t.
For instance, Ryan became much more concerned with money while I am more concerned about when she is old enough to see me and watch. That inside I was panicking because I literally have no example to show her what hard work is or fighting for your dreams. Ya know? So our thought process between Ryan and I were different yet still the same. Of course, I don’t want us worried about money and he doesn’t want me to feel like I don’t contribute. But the fact is, money is tough in this day in age and setting examples is important. Of course, they vary from family to family. But for me personally, fighting for my dreams and making my goals happen. Showing her that and her seeing her mommy fight hard for what I want and to battle against all wall barriers. I want her to truly see me do big things so she can have a foundation to use and see with action that dreams and goals backed up with consistent work can happen!
Being thirty-three and Ryan is thirty-eight we are in a spot where we think about our future considerably a lot. Me being a stay at home mom with no income and Ryan being the sole provider is a lot of stress and weight on his shoulders. He proudly does it and is very grateful for his job and the opportunity we even have that I can be home with Gracie. However, I want more. I want to contribute more than just my time and energy with being a mommy and a wife. Truly I just want success in space for my personal life. I want recognition for hard work in a space that is constantly changing and altering.
I want to supply a way of life financially so Ryan can come home and be with us. I would Love for him and me to work together like we did the first 5 years as a couple. I dream of both of us being home with Gracie yet still being able to have an income that provides a true lifestyle. Is it possible? Yes! Is it hard work? Even more YES! But, if you haven’t read it before in my posts you can read it now, “I can work with possible!” Which is exactly what brings me to my conclusion.
To the moon! Ha! Just kidding, even tho that would be so sick. I want to share with you that being 33 and truly feeling like I have jumped off a mountain that I can not see the bottom to is scary. But jumping in the ocean for the first time is scary too but, you have got to swim in the ocean and try it at least once. I also believe that if you haven’t tried it, you’ll never know!
If one year ago I didn’t experience the anxiety and some depression I did. The blog I started on a free platform would never have begun. You guys it was so awful but, I did it and even tho it was super scary to even put myself out there. I still did it. After the first post, I felt so liberated and empowered. The lift from sharing some of my life was like taking a fourth of a brick off my shoulders and a weighted rock off my chest.
I had become too introverted into my home that a common conversation really didn’t exist for me. When in reality having a simple hello with someone is normal. But, since I didn’t go out much and was too anxious to even go out alone with Gracie during the days I felt so isolated and alone. I was overweight and incredibly unhappy with the living situation we were in.
Slowly after time, I was coming out of my shell and really seeing light again. I was losing weight and becoming me again. Smiling more in a genuine way, enjoying myself and sound silly but, getting ready for my day. Yes, writing did this for me. Even tho no one really read my posts and when they did it really was not true feedback. Which also leads me to believe they probably didn’t really read the whole thing. Then, it really bothered me but, now it just sorta hurts my feelings. That is progress for me and I like positive progress.
So, If you were to ask me what I want to do or where I am going with my path. I would have to say I am a writer, a podcaster and someone who is aspiring to create. What will I create? Well, I even ask myself this almost daily. Being creative is something you must have if you want to write in my opinion. Something inside of me tells me, “Create.” That word just swirls in my brain along with “Encourage.” So I have narrowed down those two things or words I should say that literally will not leave my brain.
I LOVE creating. With the tools and the proper space, I can create magic! Encouraging people is something that makes me thrive inside! I feel good when I make others feel good. But it is not like a regular feeling when you compliment someone and know you made them smile.
Encouraging someone makes me feel ALIVE! I feel inspired and encouraged myself to keep going and keep being positive. Affirming people in their goals and dreams is seriously where I truly believe my heart soars. Where that space is for me or how I will get there I have NO IDEA. But, I feel like when we are trying to narrow down our path and what we want to do. Narrowing down just a couple of words for me is how I discovered what I should focus on.
I have no idea if this is method or way of discovery but, I do know that once I figured that out my perspective on where my energy goes, changed.
Perhaps if you are struggling with trying to find your way or your passion and literally just can not narrow it down. This exercise could be helpful for you. Once you accomplish figuring out those two to three or heck maybe just one thing/word that you can not kick out of your brain. Do not ignore it! Give it attention and thought. Sometimes nurturing the things we never thought are important end up being our biggest attribute.
Alright, being a grown woman behind a computer trying to elaborate with words why I choose to sit behind this screen and write my feelings, thoughts and even simple things I just learn. Yeah, this might a little tough but, completely possible. Which I can always work with possible. So my plan is to just start from the beginning and bring you to my present day, let’s do this.
From a young age until I was about 26 my life was carefree in a sense. I literally had no fears and when I say that I really am not exaggerating. It was almost dangerous how fearless I was. Mostly because I literally would do anything. I lived. I was out in the world, mingling and actually building relationships. My planner stayed pretty full and I had a really great social life. Were all my choices perfect? Absolutely not. In fact, most of the things I did were really stupid. But, that is just what we do when we are young, wild and free, yeah?
Anxiety and worry were two words that literally never occurred in my life then. I would get up early and get home late. My days were always filled and I had things in my life at the time that I thought was the end all be all. When really I was just a girl in her twenties trying to pave my own way. I didn’t have a lot of help with direction or structure to lead me on some sort of career path or even just college. Which honestly I would of never fit in. However, I personally wouldn’t change a thing because I love who I am and also love my paradigm. The way I see things today wouldn’t be possible if I was taught something different. Or at least it would be a lot harder to see my view now if I did.
Basically, every stupid choice or bad turn I took, lead me to be who I am today. Corny I know, but true. I like me.
When I turned 27 I decided I wanted to step away from the nightlife and the crazy nights in general. I really wanted to start experiencing the life of someone who works a day job and sleeps at night. I was a bartender up until I was 27 and so my schedule is what I like to call the “stripper” schedule. Honestly being away from that lifestyle was so absolute for me I refused to stay. Nonetheless, I became a nanny, a complete 360 from what I was doing. Being a private nanny for almost 4 years was so amazing. I learned so much from doing that job and growing incredible amounts of love for two little girls that weren’t even mine. Those girls impacted me in a way they will never know. They were my true push to wanting to try and have my own baby. Stay with me guys, I am getting to why I blog.
So, being a private nanny for that time frame was a rude awakening that I was aging, time basically was slipping thru my fingers and my hands were covered in oil. I had moments of anxiety and remember sitting with the girls and having a moment of clarity that being able to stay home with my kid(s) was non-negotiable. But how do you do that with the obvious responsibilities of being an adult? I did not have the answers but, sometimes you just have to follow your gut.
I got pregnant at 30 years old and I told my husband before trying that I wanted to stay home with the baby. He agreed and that we would make it work. Raising our baby was a priority to me and us. Now being a working mom is something I seriously idolize. I guess I just haven’t drank the juice yet that gives me the power to walk away from her and leave for the day. (I know that isn’t real) But, I will never say that I will be home forever because obviously, my goal is to turn my writing into a career. Heck, even my podcast would be an awesome full-time job!
Anyways, I am going to speed it up a tad to the time when I became pregnant and thru those nine months, I was feeling so many things. Mostly I was feeling love, fear, anxiousness and of course being uncomfortable. Never did I think I would have such issues that I have today AFTER becoming a mom. Honestly, I don’t know if it would have ever happened to me if this occurrence would not have.
When Gracie was 8 months old I took her to a local park and we sat there in the open field. I laid out props and a whole setup to do her photo shoot in the sunshine. When all of a sudden I not only realize we are the ONLY two people at the park but then I look around a bit more to notice we are not. There are three men, three. Each one in different angles of Gracie and I and I continued for about 10 minutes watching them watch us. One leaned against a tree, one leaning near a bench but not sitting , the one that was moving around and on a bicycle. The one on the bike was with his dog and he was riding in the grass where we were. Throwing his frisbee towards us and as that begun I started to pack up my things at a pace that was not going to give attention. I did not act scared even tho I knew what was going on. They were slowing moving in and so I grabbed my phone and called my husband. Stayed on the phone while I moved quicker and got Gracie in the stroller. In the car and we left. Ever since then, since that day, I have never been the same.
My antics are different, my thought process, my imagination and the things I pay attention too now would blow your mind if you are not a person that suffers from anxiety. We see everything that a naked eye probably does not pay attention to. This is definitely nothing I am proud of and I wish it would just go away.
So in a nutshell, because that one thing happened to me. I have become more aware and so aware that over the timeframe of eight months old until today being two now. The amount of shit thrown at us in the media and the crap that happens which is being shared with us. I mean you guys, being raped nowadays is being called sexual assault. Can we just be real raw about this absolutely unexplainable and inhumane act? That it is RAPE. Yes if we all want to be PC about it then we can say, sexual assault. But the truth is, that shit is happening every second. If we don’t take it more serious we become average. Don’t fucking be average. But then again don’t become a ball of anxiety as I have. Don’t worry tho, I am working thru this shit. It is just really, really hard.
Blogging never occurred to be a space for me or even something I thought I could be good at or learn. But, I can. Because I suffer from what I suffer from personally it keeps me in a lot more then I like to admit. I wish I could go out and enjoy nature fully on a hike alone in the woods like I used to. Get some of that mother nature peace that I crave and love so much. The serene early morning quiet all alone. My absolute favorite time was always my quiet time to self reflect.
But you guys, I was literally just at the park 2 hours ago to meet a client and while I was simply waiting for them out in the open my anxiety kicked into high gear. I feared someone would come up from behind me and drag me off into the woods. I literally pictured it in my head. So I leaned up against the rails so that I knew no one could be behind me. Once my clients showed up my anxiety dissipated. When I say it is not controllable I mean it.
Being someone who prefers to be outside but is stuck inside can only do so much to feel like they are apart of the world, apart of what is going on and by golly just feel like they are human.
Blogging allows me to have that connection, it allows me to voice my thoughts and feelings. It allows me to have more control over what my anxiety takes from me. Anxiety steals absolutely everything. It can be paralyzing and indescribable. Which only creates more negative feelings and unless you have some sort of magic inside of you, the fight thru anxiety will not be pretty. But it is possible and like I said, “I can work with possible.”
By doing so I chose to write, I chose to share and speak my mind. Even when its scary and I am doubting myself. Blogging has allowed me to be me. In a world of people trying to always conform you and alter you in a way that is not genuinely you. I can always be 100% genuine when I write. Because when I write, it is my human fingers on the keyboard. I blog simply because I am meant to and all I have been thru has been God’s master plan to take me where I am going.
Today, I say thank you to my Anxiety because, that little thing with big impact showing its presence much too often and quiet frankly is starting to piss me off enough to kick its ass. Is not going to be a problem forever. Why? Because in the end we just have to dig so deep that we discover a place where anxiety cant live with so much love. I’m going to happy dance to that, only because I am confident in the end I will win.
You most likely opened this out of curiosity whether this post was the solution to, the never-ending problem of running out of time. First thing I am just going to tell you that you might find some nuggets in my post about how I personally manage or don’t. But the simple answer is, no. You probably will not find all the answers or discover some sort of secret potion recipe I have placed somewhere in this post on how to fix running out of time. However, I have good news! What I am going to share with you is my journey to finding some peace in a few problem areas that I had day in and day out.
Now I want to share one word with you today and that word is multi-tasking. Become so familiar with the activity of dual tasks that you could do it with all limbs in the air and balance on your nose. Point being is to practice the shit out of it. Make it happen. GO! HA! Just kidding.
Multi-tasking is my life. Yeah, I am just going to jump right in and make this as casual as I can. Because honestly, this time-management stuff is not rocket science. Its simple math with activities. I sort of pair up activities like I do when I bag my own groceries. You don’t put a container of creamer with a loaf of bread, it is that simple. So you probably don’t want to do your daily yoga routine while showering with your toddler. Yet, doing squats while blow-drying your hair seems a bit more doable. Make sense? Bag your activities together accordingly.
When Gracie was first born obviously I was clueless on how to time manage literally anything with the consuming amount of time a new little baby human takes. I basically just was winging it every single day. Your instincts kick in for the most part. I managed to take showers every single day when she was even first born. I refused to allow the standard of “No showers” to happen to me. I would place her in the bassinet, roll her into the bathroom and let her nap while I showered. It worked literally 90% of her life. I stuck it out and just made shit happen.
Now one thing I got adjusted to really quick were these few things:
Instincts are Powerful and we underuse them due to a society that has no more self-trust. We depend on resources to tell us how and when to do things. I was listening to a podcast the other day when someone mentioned how they treated raising their kids and what to do with them. In a nut, she said, “Back in the old days when nothing but instinct was your option, that is what we used.” She mentioned some other small things but the one thing I personally resonated with was that simple statement. She was right. We are created to be mothers and nurture. Us moms have serious senses and if we apply ourselves right, we would stop questioning ourselves and choices a lot less. Because if we apply ourselves and our energy on understanding our own individual instincts. I believe a lot less negative feelings basically would exist inside us. Then again, that is just my outlook.
So, I want to touch a little bit on the intentional area. I had to come to understand and create habitually. Which I am still working on but, I am on the playing field which means I am in the game and I am here to win, being intentional. What I do know about making this a priority is that organization is key. You cannot be intentional without a plan and that plan needs to be organized. I believe with success comes consistency and a plan.
So many moms nowadays just wing it or have no routine at all. I mean I get that it is really tough to do but I also know it would make your life a hell of a lot easier if you implemented one. Now I can not tell you how to structure your day only because I don’t know their age, activities, your schedule, anyone else’s schedule or perhaps they are homeschooled. Either way, I am here to share with you the bits and pieces of how I manage my time.
Every single day I am planning for the next day.
Currently, that is how I am operating but I have hopes to soon plan out weeks, then months and so forth as my planner fills. Now I have my basic day to day get ready routine, then I always plan for an outing in the day and I blueprint what my work looks like while my daughter naps and when my husband gets home. So I split up my work thru my day. I would suggest you split up your chores list or even listen to your podcast while you cook. Since we all know its really hard to find an hours free time to do that and everything else in the day. Girl! Bring in those multi-tasking skills! Be intentional about what the hell you are doing, its that simple girl. Write it down or make alerts on your phone. Whatever it takes to be intentional with what needs to get done, do it.
Oh, Mylanta the things other moms have to say to you. Even better the things your parents want to chime in on. I am over here thinking, “No one invited you in on my parenting techniques.” I know you moms either know what I am saying or you are the mama that is the one doing this. Ha! If you are the know it all mom, girl you need to chill. No one handed you the all mighty know it all book for life. So don’t do that, its gross.
If you are not uplifting, encouraging, empowering and basically just offering to boost up another mom. You really need to be put in check because last I checked we were all moms and we were all fighting the same daily battles. Let us come together and stop the bicker on who knows it all. Careful on what advice you are handing out. Hence why all of what I am saying is my personal feelings. I never quoted facts. Ha! If it isn’t real life fact shit, then stop blabbing just to sound like you are smart. Hugs!
Routines are a bitch, just do your best to make sure the kid eats balanced meals, gets a nap depending on age and for the love of god let the kid be creative, make messes and drive you nuts. Soon, they will be out of the house and you might be happy for a short time. But you’ll miss them soon enough.
Back to talk, so yeah. That is my big secret. Which really isn’t a secret, it is simply to stay ahead of the game. Its tiring and can wear your shit down like you have never been worn down before. But if you work and apply yourself in the right areas in life/days and manage your time in a way that will excel you. Well, if you just work the right thing maybe someday you won’t need to worry about time.
Think about it…
Until next time, stay intentional, multitask when needed like, squats while you blow-dry or podcast listen while you cook. Time management is so crucial as a parent in order to not lose your mind because you can’t keep up. Don’t beat yourself up because this shit is hard and managing time can be tricky. I hope to create a template for time management.
Yeah, maybe I will.
P.s. Don’t forget Siri will remind you things if you ask it to. ( *wink* )
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My husband and I are adults and neither of us has had this nor ever thought we would be around it. On Halloween night we had family and one of my close friends over for pizza and candy handouts. We got nearly 500 tricker treaters that night, so we needed the help. Plus the company was really nice.
Well that night when bedtime rolled around, Gracie ended up sleeping so bad. We figured overstimulated and just brushed it off. The next day she was tired, cranky and had a little sneeze. Which is pretty common for the fall season and things getting colder. Day two and she wakes up a bit more sneezy and by the evening on day two, we could hear that little bit of raspy in her voice. Only from the stuffed up in her nose but, it was clear as day that she had a cold. Day three she wakes up and the sneeze turned into a stuffy nose followed by fevers. Began alternating Tylenol and Motrin to keep the fever down per normal protocol.
Day four thru day Five she continues to be sick and has fevers. We seriously just treated this as a normal viral cold. Day six and our little girl wakes up with half an eye open. I could see it plain as day in the darkroom when we woke up. I figured some eye crusting from hard nights sleep so I took her to the toilet to pee and looked at her eye. It was all crusted but did not seem to bother her. I took a warm washcloth and had to rub away the crud that had accumulated around her eye and lashes.
It was 7 am and by the time 11 am rolled around my mom came over to visit. She encouraged I call the doctor to be sure it was nothing to worry about. I call and proceed to wait for the call back from the nurse. When they call back we schedule for a 7 pm appointment with her regular pediatrician. By the time 5pm rolled around, both of her eyes were looking the same. We arrive at the doctors and lo and behold it is confirmed, double pink eye. Poor kid. Between the viral cold and the butt play that toddlers do, she got the stink eye. Ha! So we are given an eye drop prescription for the next 7 days. Use the drops 3 times a day. Thank you, Lord for getting us on the same day!
So there you have it, Pink eye the stink eye. I wanted to extend some input on my experience so far.
Prepare for your hands to burn and feel like they are on fire. I have washed my hands easily over 200 times in the last 48 hours. I even have really great soap and hand lotion but, as much as I wash I really do not think it will make any difference. It is bound to make my hands hurt and be bright red. I know how tiring it can be to keep things clean and tidy but, every time they touch something it is at risk of being contaminated. This stuff spread QUICK and EASILY!
In all honesty, do what it takes to NOT get it. All I hear as an adult when you have pink eye is how miserable it is. Not that it is not for a child but, adults have a lot more to be present for then a kid does.
Take the time to wash a million times a day if that is what you need to do! Its worth it. She has used her eye drops only 3 times total and you can already see a dramatic difference.
Have you ever had a Pink eye or had an experience caring for it? What did you do? How did you care for it? Tricks? Remedies? I know a lot of people are into holistic healing so, I figured perhaps someone would shed some light on something we might not know here.
Thanks for reading and be sure to keep those hands clean!
It was Gracie’s second birthday and the chaos of any normal kid birthday was happening. However, in those chaotic moments of decorating, last minute food, getting all the seating and table put together and of course being sure we had everything we need for the party. In between all of that, there is a toddler in a diaper somewhere and monitoring that poop bag they have to wear is still very much a part of this chaos.
I stood there as I was feeling anxiety. No matter who I am with if there is a lot of people I get anxious. Now for some reason every single celebration I have ever hosted or things like my birthday I would get the anxiety from feeling like I couldn’t entertain everyone properly or supply the need for what people needed during the event. Its just this thing inside of me that happens and I have no control.
So, as I stood there with that anxious feeling that I couldn’t be everywhere at one time, I couldn’t have conversations with each person, I couldn’t ask each person how their food was, if their little ones were having a good time or even things like, “Have I even had a bite of food since I woke up?”
I then realized I hadn’t checked on Gracie’s diaper in a few and I so off I went. As I knew it, she needed to be changed. While I still had this anxious feeling inside that I couldn’t be out there tending to the guests and being sure things were kept up. (Even tho I had plenty of help, you guys. This is just something about who I am.) Gracie, smiling at me and I just looked at her and said, “You are two now big girl! It is time we start heading in the direction of what big girls do!” I told myself and her at that moment, “Mom is gonna have you wearing big girl panties in just a short couple weeks. (I had a book that said 10 days. I shot for that.)
That is the moment I decided it was up to me to either weed out some of the chaos when I can or live with it. Obviously, I chose to weed the shit out. So, it seemed fitting to get rid of the dirty diapers.
I told myself, “10 days Ashley, you got this!” The book even says so! I read about 25 pages of that book before I decided I was more than capable of doing this without reading some book. Back in the day, like way, way back in the day they did not have books. So, I don’t need one either. At least not how to teach a little person to use a shitter.
Day one, I had been given some hand me down padded panties is what you can call them. I used pull-ups during nap time and bedtime. However, I just got right in it and put on some padded panties during the times she was awake. She had accidents the entire day this day. The first time she wet herself I had dressed her fully of course after a shower. So, when she peed she also peed all of her pants. This is when I made the choice that the next 4-5 days was going to be spent at home as much as possible and no pants were needed. Yay for Gracie!
This also was the first time I got to clean poop out of underwear. That’s fun. HA! You get used to it. Oh my gosh. I can’t believe I wrote that but, its truth! All in all the first day was all about having these things.
Now, I knew being patient was a given and having no expectations was humane. Being consistent with every single celebration was the one thing that gets… weird. At least to me. When I am cheering on a little human to sit on a shitter and release their inners. HA! Seriously that might have been the worst description ever written but, I kept it. Because I am all about being honest and teaching a person to use the bathroom is, weird! A lot of eye contact. Be ready for that. Be ready to clap your hands, yell yay and tell them how big their poop was. Ha! This is serious business to them ya know? Ha Ha!
Day two, now I am briefly going to run you thru the days it took to accomplish what we did. I guess being 2 and potty-trained is more uncommon than seeing your average three year old have it down. But, I am only getting this stuff from online sources or your average book off the shelf. I don’t have exact because I simply didn’t keep track. I’ll be better next time. So, day two she achieved pooping on the toilet! Mind be it was stuck between her butt cheeks but, it fell in the toilet when we sat her down. That alone was a shock to her. Ha! She also achieved going pee in one time. Which was already progress! We were proud nonetheless. Still staying consistent with every 30 minutes taking her to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet and sitting with her as we look at books and we would talk about using the toilet. She would throw fits after she caught on to what she would have to do when she knew she didn’t have too. But we didn’t and she also didn’t communicate the difference to us yet. So yeah, there is a lot of ugly involved in this process but, there is light at the end of the tunnel girl. I promise! Stick to it no matter how many bows that kid throws at you.
Day three thru pretty much day eight there was leaps and bounds of progress with Gracie. By day 8 she was already using the toilet regularly as long as I would offer her the option every so often. No more than an hour at this point in our process. She was really responsive and from day two and on, she also did not poop in her pants. Of course, there have been a couple of accidents since day one to today. But, 99% of the time she walks to the toilet and poops. So by day eight, she would pee if she had too and was on the toilet however we were still working on the communication part to ALWAYS take us to the toilet if she had to go. But I mean we were doing pretty good for 8 days in and only 2 years old.
Day Ten, I was confident she was basically potty-trained but, I told Ryan that w should give her another 4 days until we officially say she is. Even by day ten she was now taking us to the toilet about 40% of the time when she would need to use the bathroom. But, every time she had to poop there was no hesitation to use the bathroom. We felt like this was a big success!
Day Fourteen, we are telling her and ourselves she is fully potty-trained! Two weeks! Two fricking weeks is what we did. Only 4 days later then a book told us that it would happen. We all know books CAN happen with the advice given but, realistically there is always more of the average occurrence then the 1% occurrence. Just saying don’t beat yourself up if you are off a few days or even weeks. Every kid is different we just got lucky with her response to the process. Even when it was ugly.
We started on September 14th which is five days after her second birthday. It is November 1st and she has 3 pull-ups left for her bedtime. We will not be buying more after those are gone. However, she has not woke up wet but one time in about a month. We just didn’t want them going to waste so used them during bedtime. She has been wearing big girl panties for a nap since about week 3 after starting.
You guys, don’t over complicate the things that are apart of human nature. We poop, we pee and we do it in a toilet. Its simple just set them on the toilet and eventually, they will poop or pee! When they do, CELEBRATE!
How we would celebrate was not only the big hooray, the hand clapping or even the assurance of how big they were. But, we used stickers! She loved putting the stickers on the board after every success. Two stickers if she did a number one and two!
Embrace the chaos and work thru it. Weed out the shit that is not needed and stays consistent with being focused on staying consistent. It is easy to forget when you start a new habit. If you do that, the process will be much less painful and messy.
I hope I was able to shed some light and perhaps some assurance to relax a little. It’s not like they will poop and pee everywhere but the toilet forever.
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
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