Daddy Goes to Work

Posted 01-8-2013 at 02:30 PM by Krista

My oldest has always been a Daddy’s girl. They both love their father, but when I say Daddy’s girl you know the bond I am talking about. My Alison worships the ground her father walks on. He walks on water, and so whenever he disappoints her even on the smallest scale she cries like the sky has fallen.

I have always believed that our daughters—and by “our” I am talking about yours, too—learn things from their father or the male figure in their life. They look to him to see what a “real” man does. They look to him to see the differences between themselves and the world of males. And perhaps most importantly, they look to him to see what they do or don’t want in a man.

I know I did it. I did it with silly things. I liked a man with little chest hair, like my dad. With dark eyes, like my dad. Someone I could talk to…you get the point.

One of the things my husband is proudest of since becoming a father is that girls believe a Daddy goes to work. They play “work” by grabbing a purse or backpack—he has a satchel—and then they inform me they are going to work. In about twenty of so seconds they return home from their long day to be hugged and kissed and welcomed home.

Each morning my daughter will either tell me “Daddy is at work, Mama,” or ask me where he is. When I reply “At work,” she says, “Oh. Yeah.” While they love the weekends best because he is at home, he nonetheless loves that their idea of a Daddy is that he goes to work.

Diaper Swapers

To the survivors at Sandy Hook, I am that Paramedic

Posted 01-8-2013 at 02:28 PM by ParamedicMama

Candle Memorial

I write this on behalf of all of the first responders who had to endure living through the incident at Sandy Hook Elementary School. Because, you see, they can’t write about it. They won’t be able to talk about it, except they will, to a select few people like their coworkers and spouses. But they won’t be able to get on Facebook and set straight the misconceptions. They won’t be able to tell anyone what they saw and what they did as they attempt to grieve and comprehend what they went through…and what they’re still going through. And because everyone knows they were there, they are going to be asked a lot of questions. That they will not answer in an attempt to keep the victim’s privacy. Other questions will be asked of them by the parents and family members of these children, and then, they will have to sort through the horror fresh in their mind in an attempt to decide what and how much to say, both legally and ethically.

You see, for all of us who have been in EMS for a while, we are that paramedic. Many people think that we have some sort of pretty existence, that we somehow know how to deal with these tragedies, or that maybe they don’t affect us like they would everyone else. But here is the truth: I have cried with the mother as I tell her what gender her stillborn baby is. I have held my breath while drilled into the bone of a baby in an attempt to give medications and fluid because we can’t get an IV in. I have remained calm as I explained to a father that his 5-year-old son might die before, but that I was going to do everything I could to give him life. I have also been the one to have to walk in and tell a family that I’m sorry, but their son or daughter didn’t make it, swallowing the lump in my throat as they begin to loudly grieve. I have been clung to as I recant the last moments of a young person’s life to their surviving family, to let them know that we tried so hard, and that we treated that person with respect and dignity.

Staying Healthy

Posted 01-4-2013 at 12:24 PM by Krista

For the last few months both my husband and I have been in and out of the doctor’s office, and both of us have gone to the hospital this year. A friend commented to me that it seemed like we’d been having it really rough the last two years. I got to thinking that we both seemed to be dealing with a revolving door of sickness ever since I had my daughter!

Illness is inconvenient in so many ways. For one, if I’m contagious I have to figure out what to do to keep my girls safe. Then house cleaning and school sort of fall by the way side, not to mention our finances—copays and medicine cost money! On top of all of this is, of course, the pain or discomfort from being sick.

Bearing all that in mind I decided to do a little research. Does having and caring for kids actually decrease your immune system?

Believe it or not, in certain ways, it can. For example, new moms that are sleep deprived will have weaker immune systems. Also, women that go through a C-section will be more susceptible to viruses and other ailments. As is the case with any major surgery, it can take your body up to a year to recover and get back to normal.

Twice the blessings!

Posted 01-4-2013 at 12:23 PM by Heather8183

I know I shared with you all a few months ago that in November the hubs and I would be starting TTC.  There’s a reason that I’ve been missing from blogging since then!  I’ve been exhausted, and sick, times TWO!

It was a little earlier than we had planned, due to a miscommunication, but when we found out we were expecting, we were thrilled!  I had even joked with the hubs saying I hoped he had enjoyed himself, that we had probably gotten pregnant, but I REALLY was just kidding!  I had been just absolutely wiped out for about a week, but I had contributed it to watching a friend’s little boy all week, and planning and packing to go out of town for the weekend.  On Thursday, I mentioned to my friend how tired I was, and she asked “Are you pregnant?!”  I swore up and down I wasn’t, and just had a lot on my plate.  Friday evening we headed to my in-laws for the weekend.  All I wanted to do was sleep the whole way there…the hubs must’ve been feeling neglected because he wanted to talk.  The WHOLE way there.  Sunday afternoon, we headed home, and I was feeling a little nauseated in the car, but chalked it up to a crappy breakfast.  By the time we got home, I took a pregnancy test on a whim, expecting it to be negative.  Boy was I shocked!  I told DH a few days later, on Halloween, and he was just beside himself with excitement.  I don’t think the smile left his face for a week!

I found out I was pregnant on October 29, and had my first appointment with the OB on November 28.  He did an ultrasound, since I’d previously had the blighted ovum, just to make sure everything looked normal.  I was so relieved to hear him say, “Heart rate looks great, high 160’s, very low chance of miscarriage at this point.”  I jokingly said, “I’m glad there’s only one!” to which he replied, “I didn’t say that.”  I said, “WHAT?”  and he repeated himself.  Finally, I said, “You’re joking!” and he said “no.  I’m not.

Make your own meatballs

Posted 01-3-2013 at 01:21 PM by whitneywalters

My kids love meatballs. It does not matter if we have them in pasta, sandwiches or just because, they are always sure to clear their plates if meatballs are involved.

This is my go to recipe for meatballs to be used in pastas
Italian style meatballs

Ingredients:

  • 1 lb lean ground beef
  • 1/2 cup Italian bread crumbs
  • 1/3 cup water (more or less)
  • 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1 medium onion
  • garlic

Nesting Instincts

Posted 01-2-2013 at 03:35 PM by Krista

When I was pregnant, each time with my first and then second daughter, I went into nesting mode towards the end. I know that most people do, and the odd thing about it is that I had the urge to clean things that previously I never thought needed to be cleaned behind. (I know, I know, that makes me sound awful!) For instance my garbage disposal. I never ever, thought to clean my garbage disposal.

When I became pregnant, for whatever reason I seemed to think of new and creative places that dirt and dust could be hiding, and I couldn’t imagine bringing my poor newborn into such a house. She couldn’t be in the same environment as dirt—oh my! I can laugh now, but at the time it was something that drove me crazy. And my husband, for that matter, as I had him move everything from the refrigerator to our bedroom furniture so that I could clean behind it. You know what accumulates behind those things when they haven’t been moved in three plus years? A lot of dust. And dog hair, although as to how that gets behind there, I have no clue.

I thought it would be fun, since most of us have had the nesting bug –some of us have been infected many times over!—to compare some of the weirdest things we did while nesting.

Ahhh! A new year, a new start!

Posted 01-2-2013 at 02:47 PM by Heather8183

I really look forward to the first of the new year!  After all the stress, rush and hustle and bustle of the holidays, I crave the normalcy that January 1st brings.  That day, to me, brings a fresh start, and days of packing away all the excess in order to restore my sense of peace .

A new year means many different things to many different people.  I know a lot of people make resolutions to better organize their homes.  Others resolve to eat healthier and get more exercise, or to simply lose weight.  Still others say their goal for the new year is to pay off their debt.

I’ve never been one to make resolutions, only because I know I won’t follow through, and before the first of February, I’ll be berating myself for what a failure I’ve become.  Instead, I take the “overhaul approach.”  Everything changes for us after the family and friends have all returned to their home; after the presents have been opened, and they’ve found their spot in their new homes.  This time, for me, is serene!

One of my favorite things about the new year, is simply the ability to start over.  I get really excited to start my meal planning, and thrifty grocery shopping again.  Usually, these things slowly dwindle over the summer, when we’re super busy and looking for more “quick and easy” rather than “thought out and thrifty”, and is thoroughly gone by the time November rolls around and the Thanksgiving prep and Christmas shopping have begun.  I have a lot of new recipes I want to try out this year!  I can barely contain my excitement at the thought of shopping at Aldi and Save A Lot again, rather than Walmart.  In turn, this also saves us a lot of money.