Thursday, April 29, 2010
Over and over...
I finally went in gave her the pat on the back that usually calms her, but she just kept crying and trying to climb up in my arms. I went back to bed hoping that it would stop, but then I heard coughing and groggily remembered that she didn't feel good. My first thought was another ear infection, which meant that she wasn't going to get back to sleep laying down, so I went in and held her. When she still wouldn't go back to sleep I brought her to our cozy, full-sized, pregnant- bellied-plus-a-husband-and-body-pillow-bed. A genuine sleeper's paradise.
I think it was at about 5:30 that my tears started flowing. The night before I had to get up four times to pee, not including the time I went before going to bed and when I woke up for the morning. There wasn't much time for good sleep. And now another night of little sleep. As I laid wide awake I couldn't help but think that in a month in a half I'd be up half the night with a newborn, and well, it just made my hormones take over. Then Matt (who was also awake and going to work in a couple short hours) started rubbing my arm. Soon I felt another little hand doing the same. Poor little sick Em sat up to rub her crying mommy's arm. The tears that flowed after that were for an entirely different reason.
My doctor wasn't in this morning, so I had to bring her to someone else who suggested that I talk with my doctor about seeing a specialist. Saw that one coming. I would rather not get tubes in her ears but this is getting a little insane. It's just strange because she never had a single ear infection until December, and now she's had five. Boo. Oh, and when I gave her the latest round of medicine she kept saying she didn't wike it. It was yucky. So, I tried to give it to her quickly. Big mistake. Everything she'd eaten all day long came up in nice brown chunks all over both of us. Mmmm...nothin' says lovin' like hugging your kid and telling them it's okay that you're both bathing in vomit. The phrase "the things we do for love" takes on an entirely new element after becoming a parent.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
It's hard for me to believe that two years have passed since you came into this world. I vividly remember the day that you were born. Your daddy and I were so nervous and excited to finally meet you. It was hard to believe that you were really ours. You were so tiny, swimming in even your newborn clothes. Driving home with you from the hospital I was so nervous. I may have even made your daddy pull over to the side of the road so I could ride in the backseat to watch you. I had so much to learn (and still do!) about being a mommy.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Last time I blogged I was on a roll, confident that I would continue my consistent writing and picture uploading. That was over a month ago. I remember writing my last post and thinking, "Tomorrow I'll put up super cute pictures of Emma's acting debut." So many tomorrows have turned into yesterdays since then.
I blame the Chinese drywall.
About a month ago, our awesome neighbor, who knows all the ins and outs of the neighborhood, told us that some houses in the neighborhood had Chinese drywall and we better get ours checked out. Since we've only been in our house a year and all this about the drywall came out before we moved into it, I wasn't too concerned. I mean, what builder was still using tainted Chinese drywall in 2008?
Um, ours was.
Matt was even less concerned than me, but I figured we would get it checked just in case.
I was told that the inspection should take about an hour, and that the inspector couldn't come out for about a week. Not the best sign. He was obviously very busy checking lots of tainted houses. When he did come, it took him all of 30 seconds to determine that we did, in fact, have the dang drywall.
The builder would supposedly move us out and "make it right" but not until June. It's one thing to unknowingly live in a toxic environment. It's quite another knowing we were exposing our little girl and unborn child to it. We stayed in the house one night- and then decided to get the heck outta there, whether they would pay for us to get out or not.
Thankfully, Matt's parents opened up their home to us once again. And we got our start date moved forward thanks to the power of pregnancy and connections. Supposedly, we'll be back in our house by the end of June. We'll see.
There have definitely been casualties along the way.
For instance, our Mac.
The one that we paid over $700 to have fixed.
The one that was only 2 years old.
Will we be reimbursed for that?
I haven't blogged in the last month partially due to the fact that this beast is so dang slow now, and it seems like it's going to crash at any second.
I was blaming the poor craftsmanship of Dell.
Now I think the real villain is my walls.
Or the Chinese.
Or our builder.
Our brand new video camera that we just bought at Christmas.
We were just starting to use it more often and getting really great videos of Em.
I guess that means they also owe us all those lost memories.
Except all these electronics died in vain because if we wanted to get our house fixed, we had to sign a form releasing our builder from the responsibility of paying for these items. But really, what choice did we have? We could join one of the lawsuits...and do what in the meantime? Just let our house sit and maybe someday get fixed? Maybe someday get paid for it, maybe not? There just wasn't a whole lot of options for a family with two small children.
Today when I saw our builder advertising signs for a "secret sale" I contemplated standing next to the guy with my own sign saying that the secret was that their houses were constructed with Chinese drywall. But I didn't. Today at least. But I'm definitely keeping my options open...