We seem to always want what we don't have at the moment
I was telling a couple people the other day how I’m kind of
grateful I was single for eight years while in my twenties. If I knew back then I’d be
saying this now, I think I would’ve cried. Overtime, I’ve started to accept that God
did have a plan for me back then and still does now. He works in such ways…
Why? Well, back then I learned how to become self-sufficient
and I learned a lot about myself and that not everything comes easy. That was really the time I became an adult. And I needed to become one before I
ever became a mom to Jackson - to be the best mom. I loved how one of my high
school friends wrote on my Facebook wall, “God knew that YOU would be the perfect mom
for Jackson.” Thanks
Megan! Needed to hear that.
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| Trying out his Johnny Jump Up for the first time |
Back then, I whined a lot about how I wished I could find someone
to take care of me. I wanted someone with man muscles to buy the 40 pound bag
of salt for my water softener and pour it in for me. I wanted someone else to
have to remember to change the furnace filters and pay bills, manage the money.
I wanted someone to tell me not to worry about money and pay for everything. To change the batteries in the smoke detectors and a flat tire on my car. To balance the checkbook. To have meals waiting for me. I
wanted someone to clean all four toilets and empty the dishwasher.
But most of all I
just wanted someone to LOVE me for me.
I wanted… I wanted… I wanted…
And I waited.
It was clear this person did not exist…or at least I needed
to change my expectations a little.
What I needed was to be single and learn the responsibilities
of life. I needed to be patient and just let things be. "My time would come," I'd hear from a zillion people.
TIMING was everything.
Timing IS everything. I realize this more and more the older I get.
This world revolves around time a
lot.
Now that I’m a mom… There is NEVER down time. Ever. There are no happy hours. No volleyball games after work. No quick trips to the mall. My break
right now is the 20-minute drive from work to daycare Monday through Friday. I
don’t count the drive into work because I’m still waking up. Yesterday I didn’t
even remember where I was driving to and realized I missed my turn and was
going in the wrong direction. Oh, the joys!
A typical day during the work week goes something
like this. I’ll start from 12:01 a.m.
– a brand new day!
1:20 a.m. Feeding time. Jackson rolls around in his crib
like mad (butt high up in the air) and his head crashes into the railings
waking him and us up. If he won’t calm down, I change his diapers (sometimes
Karl will help with this!) snuggle him up and feed him. Once done eating, I put him
back down.
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| Butt high! |
2:00 a.m. Mom goes back to bed. Usually I’ll fall asleep
within 15 minutes. Usually.
5:30 a.m. Alarm is
set to go off for work (I have YET to hear it go off – Jackson gets to me
first). This gives me enough time to feed Jackson. If his last feeding is
anywhere before 2:30 a.m., I feed him again before we drop him off at
daycare. If it’s after 2:30, I can sleep until 6:00!!!!! Woot.
6:00 a.m. If I feed him at 5:30, I put a sleepy Jackson
back into his crib and jump in the shower. I think about shaving my legs, but
that requires too much work. I pretend to sleep as I stand under the water.
Quickly apply makeup, sing to Karl to get up (he grunts) and I head downstairs.
6:30 a.m. Water outside plants. Fill out a report for
Jenna (home care) to let her know when Jackson ate last, how he slept, and any
other notes. Grab frozen bags of breast milk if I need to. Fix myself oatmeal,
fill my pumping machine bag with bottles and lids off the drying rack, pump
parts, hands-free bra, cooler bag and ice pack. Make sure Jackson’s travel bag
has extra pair of clothes in it, with his hat and any teething toys. Sing again
to Karl to get up but this time from the bottom of the stairs (it gets louder).
Turn on the news. Start coffee. Eat oatmeal. Make sure bowl for rice cereal is
out for Jackson, spoon is ready for when I get home from work.
6:45 a.m. Swallow vitamins. Pull out our healthy lunches. Go
upstairs and get dressed, fix hair, give Jackson a kiss goodbye and smooch up Karl who
is now looking at me like a tired desperate puppy dog, begging for more sleep.
7:00 a.m. Head for work. Try to find a radio station with
music, no talking. Hard to do. I need music. Pop in a CD that skips over and
over. Fight traffic. Guzzle coffee. Can’t tell you what I think about…other
than I just try to wake up.
7:30 a.m. Arrive at work. Email Jenna to make sure Jackson
arrived and all is well. She usually gets to me first and gives me a happy
report. Then my work day begins.
9:00 a.m. First pumping session. Check in on Jackson. Go
over my To-Do list for week. Check email, Facebook, look for easy, healthy recipes on
Pinterest (saving grace). Review drafts of any blog posts.
9:30-12:00 Work
12:00 Second pumping session. Check in on Jackson. Go over
my To-Do list for week. Hope to cross some things off. Check email, Facebook,
look for recipes on Pinterest (saving grace). Review drafts of blog posts.
12:30-12:45 Eat lunch at desk most days. Try to step away for
a little bit. Sometimes will call my momma! Sometimes will take 30 minutes to
run an errand. Sometimes will just go on a quick walk to breathe.
12:45-2:00 Work
2:00 Go wash all pumping parts in lunchroom.
2:05-3:00 Work
3:00 Third pumping session. Check in on Jackson. Go over my
To-Do list for week. Keep adding to it…
3:30-4:00 Work
4:00 Grab bottles of milk from work fridge and ice pack. Calculate
how much I pumped for the day. Head out of the door. Tie up hair, roll down
windows, turn up music and sing on top of my lungs. Think about if I’ll get to
work out. Or if I’ll have enough energy to write a few pages in my manuscript. What was I going to make for dinner again? Who was I supposed to call back?
4:30 Pull up to home care. Melt when I see Jackson. Nothing else matters except him at that moment. Give
him his medicine (needs to take it 30 minutes before eating). Chat with Jenna
and her adorable kids. Leave feeling SO blessed to have found her. EVERY TIME.
*4:30-5:00 Drive home. Read Jackson’s report from Jenna at all
the stoplights. Find out when he ate last. When he pooped. His last diaper
change. The things he did. How much he ate in ounces. Figure in if I’ll have to
pump any extra times to make up for any of the ounces drank. Wonder where that
milk will come from? Feeling tapped out. Stress about it. Will I make it to 6 months? 7? A full year of breast feeding?
5:00 Grab all ten things of stuff from my car and set them
inside. Grab Jackson (who is usually sleeping) and haul him in. Quickly pull
out dirty pump parts from bag and put them next to sink. Take out all four
bottles of milk and stick them in the fridge. Fill his bowl with cereal and
pour b-milk in it – stir up. Pull out recipe for dinner I’ll be making. Try to
make it to the bathroom quick before Jackson stirs.
5:15 Pull out an awake Jackson from his car seat. Hug him
and kiss him to pieces. Tell him how much I love him and miss him. Breathe him
in. YUMMY. Change him if I need to upstairs. Grab My Brestfriend to nurse him
after he eats solids. Stir up his rice cereal again. Set him in his highchair.
Put a bib on him and start feeding him. He tries to grab spoon every time. Not
the cleanest moment.
5:30 Nursing time. Check Facebook, email and any missed
calls. Maybe watch a show I DVRd. Who was that person I was supposed to try and get back to? I breathe and listen to myself. Rub Jackson’s hair and head.
6:00 PLAY TIME with Jackson. Tons of fun!
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| I'm gonna start walking soon! |
6:30 Turn TV on for a second to record Wheel of Fortune. Shut
off. Run back and forth from kitchen to Jackson playing. Pull out ingredients
for dinner. Try whipping together a healthy meal as best I can.
7:00 Eat. Jackson begins to get fussy. Rubs eyes. Cleanup is
not an option. Sometimes we try to fit in a walk here.
7:30 KARL HOME!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Smoochie and
huggie bear time. He takes Jackson and will either watch Wheel of Fortune or
give Jackson a bath. Sometimes I get to watch Wheel too!I clean up as fast as I can (empty and fill dishwasher)
and put leftovers in containers for lunch.
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| Me likey Whole Grain Rice Cereal |
7:45 Rats. Didn’t clean up everything or transfer bottles to
bags yet. Go upstairs to nurse Jackson. Stick to our nightly schedule of bath
or dimmed lights, nurse, book, goodnight prayers and bed.
8:15 Jackson in crib. Sometimes he’s out even before I get
him there. Sometimes it’s a little bit of crying. If we mess with the schedule,
it’s full out screaming.
8:25 Back downstairs to finish what I started. Karl is back
working (but at least I get to see his face)and playing Words with Friends against
my brother Mike or talking to his dad. I transfer b-milk from bottles to bags. Bags in freezer. Make
sure one bottle is left in fridge so I can add to solids. Clean all parts and
bottles first. Hang to dry. Think about pumping. No desire to. When would I?
8:45 Sometimes I’ll have a bowl of ice cream. Sometimes I’ll throw myself on the couch for 2
minutes. Sometimes I’ll bust out a draft
for a blog post to review while I’m pumping at work the next day.
9:00 SO DEAD TIRED. Up to bed I go. I open one page of a
magazine and realize I’m too tired to read anything. Set my alarm, then wonder why I’m even
setting it. Say goodnight to my best.
10:00 Sleeping. If my brain shuts off...
*We now have Karl’s parents watch Jackson on Tuesdays. Win
win for everyone! This means Karl goes and picks him up after work (if he can
and doesn’t have a load of patients) and I CAN GO WORK OUT!!!!!!!!!!
Right now weekends pretty much follow the above, minus
pumping and working. Instead there is laundry, cleaning, grocery shopping,
errands, walking outside and nursing and a lot more playing! Oh, and usually
family wants to see us.
So yeah…there are days I wonder why I didn’t enjoy those 8
years a little more. And I get mad at myself for wishing for a different life
back then than the one I was walking in. To me, it was pretty AWESOME. That brings me to the question… would I trade
this new life in? Not for anything!!!! Bring
it on!
Every man dies. Not
every man truly lives.
-William Wallace
