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Stressed is Desserts Spelled Backwards

Disclaimer:  This post has nothing to do with desserts.  Sorry.

I read an article called Mothers are Drowning in Stress, and I felt so many emotions about it.  I even started crying while reading it.

Let me back up a bit – I’ve been fortunate enough to be home with my kids for the past 2 weeks as Vinny has been recovering from an adenotonsillectomy.

As a teacher, I know we have a certain amount of paid days off (personal/sick/whatever) per year, but I always try not to use them since we have built in vacations and days off into the school year. Continue reading “Stressed is Desserts Spelled Backwards”

Everything is Worse at Night

I have a manageable, but terrible, generalized anxiety disorder. I’ve written about it before. It’s not a secret nor is it something I’m ashamed of, but it’s something I wish I didn’t have to deal with. My biggest anxiety triggers: my kids not sleeping and my kids being sick. Unfortunately for me, many times these come as a double whammy. Tonight (or this morning depending on who you talk to since it’s currently 2:30 am as I write this) is no exception.

My husband has been sick with some ‘tummy troubles’ the past couple of days. We take this term from one of Vinny’s favorite books, Dragons Love Tacos. And while (to Vinny’s slight disappointment) no one burned down anything because of tummy troubles, it’s not been a pleasant experience.

Last night, we celebrated my Grandma’s 90th birthday. Just went out to dinner – nothing fancy. We’re having a big party for her over Labor Day weekend. So, the little kids and I joined for dinner. Z is with his mom, and Husband had to sleep since he went back to work today (or yesterday – again, it’s late…or early).  Well, Miss Sydney fell asleep on the way home – which is *usually* great because I’d already changed her diaper and her clothes and then I could just lay her down and she’ll sleep all night.  Wheee!  Except, when I went to get her out of the carseat, it smelled terrible.  Moms, you know the smell.  And as I’m doing a quick inventory of her and her clothes and her carseat, I see the unmistakable liquid poop stain covering half of her shirt.  Oh great. Continue reading “Everything is Worse at Night”

Hail Mary, Full of Grace

For the past few months, I’ve been saying silent decades of the rosary when laying my kids to sleep. I figure it’s as good of a time as any, and it really helps me focus and stay calm instead of letting my anxiety spiral out of control because WHY AREN’T THESE KIDS SLEEPING YET? Continue reading “Hail Mary, Full of Grace”

This HAS to stop (but for real now)

Bridgette wrote a post in October of 2015 titled This HAS to stop.  It’s now February of 2018, and guess what?  It hasn’t stopped.  In fact, it’s kept going.  And the result – more kids are dead and nothing is being done. Continue reading “This HAS to stop (but for real now)”

Updates!

So, it’s been awhile…

Life gets busier with 3 kids – who would’ve thought?  I wanted to give a brief update since BBB has dropped off the face of the earth.  I’m sure Bridgette will update when she’s able, but she’s had plenty of life changing events happen within the past several months to keep her plenty busy.  I’ll update by family member, starting with our youngest: Continue reading “Updates!”

Common Sleep Issues in Adopted Children…and How to Address Them

I apologize that we’ve been MIA lately…both Bridgette and myself have been busy and have had many other things demanding our time.  I’m sure, in time, we’ll both share what’s been going on in our respective lives, but for now, here’s my latest Adoption.com article.  It’s all about sleeeeeeep. (Something most parents wish they had more of, I’m sure!)  Click on the link below to read the article:

https://adoption.com/common-sleep-issues-in-adopted-children-how-to-address-them

 

Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk

Don’t cry over spilt milk.  Unless of course it’s breastmilk, then go ahead and cry.  Cry a lot.

On Tuesday, I was a bit of a hot mess.  My kids were sick, I had to coordinate with my husband and my sister to figure out who could watch them, so I didn’t have to take any time off of work.  I was a bit of a disaster – getting to work late and forgetting a bunch of stuff.  One of the items I forgot was my icepack for my cooler where I keep my pumped milk. Not a huge deal, seeing as there’s a small refrigerator in the conference room where I can keep it.  I double checked with my principal to make sure it was fine to leave it in there for the day.  She laughed and joked that she hopes no one puts it in their coffee accidentally.  To which I responded, “Enjoy the antibodies if they do!”

Ha. Ha. Ha. Oh, I’m so clever – moving on. The day is fine…busy. I’m worried about the kids. (When my kids are sick it triggers my anxiety big time.) I want to get home as soon as I can, so my husband can go work at our other house, so I get my milk from the fridge, and go to put it in the icepack less cooler.  When I pick it up, it’s heavier than it should be.  I open in up, and my heart immediately drops into my stomach. Continue reading “Don’t Cry Over Spilt Milk”

6 Types of Adoptive Parents

Do YOU fit into any of these categories??

https://adoption.com/6-types-of-adoptive-parents

To my child: You were NOT a second choice

Adoption might not be the most commonplace way to grow your family, but I guarantee you none of those children are a second choice in their families. Please read my letter to Vincent by clicking the link below.

https://adoption.com/to-my-child-you-were-not-a-second-choice

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