We've been going through some interesting (to put it kindly) times with Farrah. She is one of the sweetest, most intelligent, caring little 2 year olds I've ever seen, but recently she's really kicked up her terrible twos a notch or 2 (or 10). She will be fine one second, then for no reason at all, be throwing a tantrum. Sometimes ignoring works, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes time outs work, sometimes they don't. I can handle the tantrums for the most part, but what I'm having the most difficulty with is how she's been treating her daddy. This phase has gone on for at least a month now, where she is latching on to me really tight and just being down right mean to my poor hubby.
Common phrases I've been hearing from Farrah are as follows:
"No daddy, I want mommy!" "Daddy, go to work!" "Daddy, leave me alone!", and "No, mommy do it!" (anytime daddy tries to do anything with her. It breaks my heart. I can't imagine how hard it is for him to hear those things. It may have something to do with the new baby on the way, not sure. All I know is I'm over it. I repeatedly tell her it's not ok to talk to daddy that way. I tell her I'll ignore her until she says sorry to daddy and starts behaving. Nothing seems to be getting through to her though. Anyone else gone through this? I'm trying to not get frustrated, but it's hard when nothing I do seems to work and we are still in the thick of this phase and it seems like there's no end in sight.
I remember when I used to babysit several years ago for a 2 year old girl and a 4 year old boy. The girl was always sweet except when it came time for her mommy to leave. She would start screaming and would hit me and scratch me as her mommy walked out the door. Yikes! I always thought something was wrong with the kid. And the boy... double yikes! I didn't watch him as often because he was in preschool but he would get mean with his tantrums and the final straw was when we were outside playing and I told him it was time to come back inside and he refused and threw a tantrum. When I went to put him on the stair for a timeout he spit on me. I quit that day. Too much for me I guess. Now here I am with my own toddler and while thankfully she's no where near that bad, I do have more sympathy for that mom. It's easy to just put the kids into the category of brats and the mom into the category of bad mom, but at the end of the day, I would say most moms want the best for their kids and want them to be polite, contributing members of society, and are doing the best they can. They are, in fact, raising toddlers. If we survive we should all applaud each other for making it through.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Better late than never
Hi folks... remember me? That preggo with the cute daughter? Yeah I'm back. It's been too long. I know I complained explained in my last blog post that June's very busy for both my husband and I. Well we're now approaching the end of July so what's my excuse? A lot has happened. And frankly, I have technically had the time to write an entry or two over the last month and a half, I just haven't had the desire or inspiration for what to write. Which is strange for me because so much has happened that I have plenty to write about.
So now I have the task of getting you caught up to speed without making this post ridiculously long.
Where to begin, where to begin? Well June is over (thankfully) and July has been a bit slower for my husband's work so I've been able to see him most Sundays which is good. We've done a couple quick day trips to kiddie parks and things like that, so while we're not able to take a vacation, we've been making more of an effort to use the time we have to make good memories. Especially with the new baby on the way, I know my time with just the 3 of us is limited. It's also caused me to take lots more pictures. That and my husband got me a nicer camera for my birthday so I can actually take decent pictures instead of using my crappy point and shoot with the broken zoom.
Oh yeah and then there was the big ultrasound. We went in last week to find out what we were having. Oh and check on the baby and all that stuff. I forget that's why the Doctor's want to do that ultrasound, not to tell me if we're on team pink or blue. It took forever this time. I don't remember it being that way with Farrah. Last time she pretty much asked us right away if we wanted to know the sex and then told us it was a girl within 5 minutes of me laying on the table. This time 45 agonizing minutes went by as she measured and typed, and measured and typed, without saying much at all. I was actually a little nervous. She was having a hard time getting a good picture of the heart, but after having me get up and go pee she was able to get a good shot. After all that she asked us if we wanted to know and we practically screamed "YES!" and she said "Ok well let me see...." All that and you still hadn't gotten a look at the goods? Turns out baby's legs were crossed and tucked in. Not exactly easy to figure this out. She had me turn several times and finally she was able to get one shot and said "Looks like it's a boy!" I'm still not 100% so I'm going to do a 3D ultrasound to find out for sure since it was only 1 shot that she was able to get and this mama needs to know for sure but it did make me smile to think I may have a son on the way.
Other big news from the ultrasound. Turns out I have placenta previa. A condition in which the placenta implants low and mine happens to be completely covering the cervix. After hearing from my Dr. about it and reading online here's what it means. I have to be extremely careful for the remainder of the pregnancy and if it doesn't move back up on it's own, I will have to have a C-section. No heavy lifting, no exercising, no nookie (my poor husband), and just all around take it easy. No heavy lifting? Ummmm I have a toddler.... who's heavy. So I'm learning to rely on other people's help, especially my wonderful husband. I can't have this baby come early and I don't want to end up on bedrest because then I'll really be unable to contribute so I'm taking the Dr.'s advice and taking it easy.
I'm supposed to be heading to Dallas in a week for my annual Mary Kay seminar. I'm waiting to hear from the Dr. if I can still fly. If not I don't know what I'll do. I would hate to miss this event! But obviously not willing to risk my health or the health of the baby. We'll see!
That's all I have to update you on for now. More to come I'm sure! And I'll try not to go another month and a half before posting again!
So now I have the task of getting you caught up to speed without making this post ridiculously long.
Where to begin, where to begin? Well June is over (thankfully) and July has been a bit slower for my husband's work so I've been able to see him most Sundays which is good. We've done a couple quick day trips to kiddie parks and things like that, so while we're not able to take a vacation, we've been making more of an effort to use the time we have to make good memories. Especially with the new baby on the way, I know my time with just the 3 of us is limited. It's also caused me to take lots more pictures. That and my husband got me a nicer camera for my birthday so I can actually take decent pictures instead of using my crappy point and shoot with the broken zoom.
Oh yeah and then there was the big ultrasound. We went in last week to find out what we were having. Oh and check on the baby and all that stuff. I forget that's why the Doctor's want to do that ultrasound, not to tell me if we're on team pink or blue. It took forever this time. I don't remember it being that way with Farrah. Last time she pretty much asked us right away if we wanted to know the sex and then told us it was a girl within 5 minutes of me laying on the table. This time 45 agonizing minutes went by as she measured and typed, and measured and typed, without saying much at all. I was actually a little nervous. She was having a hard time getting a good picture of the heart, but after having me get up and go pee she was able to get a good shot. After all that she asked us if we wanted to know and we practically screamed "YES!" and she said "Ok well let me see...." All that and you still hadn't gotten a look at the goods? Turns out baby's legs were crossed and tucked in. Not exactly easy to figure this out. She had me turn several times and finally she was able to get one shot and said "Looks like it's a boy!" I'm still not 100% so I'm going to do a 3D ultrasound to find out for sure since it was only 1 shot that she was able to get and this mama needs to know for sure but it did make me smile to think I may have a son on the way.
Other big news from the ultrasound. Turns out I have placenta previa. A condition in which the placenta implants low and mine happens to be completely covering the cervix. After hearing from my Dr. about it and reading online here's what it means. I have to be extremely careful for the remainder of the pregnancy and if it doesn't move back up on it's own, I will have to have a C-section. No heavy lifting, no exercising, no nookie (my poor husband), and just all around take it easy. No heavy lifting? Ummmm I have a toddler.... who's heavy. So I'm learning to rely on other people's help, especially my wonderful husband. I can't have this baby come early and I don't want to end up on bedrest because then I'll really be unable to contribute so I'm taking the Dr.'s advice and taking it easy.
I'm supposed to be heading to Dallas in a week for my annual Mary Kay seminar. I'm waiting to hear from the Dr. if I can still fly. If not I don't know what I'll do. I would hate to miss this event! But obviously not willing to risk my health or the health of the baby. We'll see!
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