Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Work in progress: Seam ripping

Sewing is always a feast or famine thing for me. A week of sewing every spare minute followed by a month of not even wanting to look at my sewing machine.

I'm currently seam ripping. I've changed my mind about something and created a bunch more work for myself. But on the bright side I got a new seam ripper the other day and it's making super quick work of it. It's one of those seam rippers with a ball on the short tip. I'm just gliding through my stitches with it. I wish I would have got one of these years ago (cause I use my seam rippers A LOT). I just had to share that.

Back to work.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Private Thoughts

Despite my request, it is apparent that my spy/spies intend to keep reading. I do not wish to state exactly how I know they are reading, but they leave lots of tracks. I don't think they are even really trying to hide.

I can't stop them from reading without going private. I have thought about it, but I'm not going to. I blog to share my story. I hope that someone out there is benefiting from it. Most of the people find this blog by searching about PCOS or taking metformin during pregnancy and I want that information to be out there for them to find. I also want to share my parenting and anxiety and depression struggles, because I'm not perfect and it's isolating to think that you are the only one that is having a hard time. If that means some a-holes that I used to work with get to know that I think having orgasms could have helped me conceive, then that is the price. I'm not doing anything wrong and I won't act like I am.

I was in a very unhealthy work environment. I told my management how much I FEARED coming to work, and it fell on deaf ears. When I got fired I calmed myself by reminding myself that they can't hurt me anymore. And I'm not going to let them. I will never write a post about all the BS that went on there because I'm trying to forget about that place. Those people. How I was treated. There were good people there and I will miss them, but I can't separate the good from the bad and I'd like to just forget it all.

On a lighter note, I'm working on a craft project that I'm really excited about. I hope I'll be able to it reveal it later this week (if I don't mess up too much).

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Not that it surprises me...

Even though it's been more than 4 months, my former employer still finds it necessary to spy on me.

Hey guys, I don't bother you, please stop bothering me.

I mean really.

Get a life.

I don't know how reading about my menstrual cycles is company business but it seems like you all should have better things to do.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Country Boy

We don't really live in the country, but we definitely rural out here. Michael has inherited his father's love of dirt and tractors.

We don't have room for a real garden at our house so we keep a garden at a friend's house. He moved this last year so we are starting over again this year but that's ok. Our friend is really good about letting us come out and dig up his yard. It's also fun that he has several horses and dogs to entertain Michael with. We have a bunch of onions, garlic and squash coming up already. We planted a ridiculous amount of tomatoes and peppers the other day. I forgot what a good workout gardening was for your ass. Mine reminded me the next day. We tried to start our own seeds this year but that seems to have basically been a disaster. We got a bunch of decent looking plants at the local farm supply for less than the cost of all of the seed starting materials, so I don't know that we will waste our time with that next year.

Michael's off roading it! He's still a wobbly walker in shoes so he falls in the dirt a lot, but that's ok, we plan on him getting dirty... really dirty. He goes straight into the bath when we get home from the garden.

This kid loves digging in the dirt. Nothing was planted yet so we just let him go at it where ever. But even when I take him to the park I can't get him to play with anything because he just wants to dig in the mulch. The other moms look at us like we're weird.

Playing with the marker. I found and earthworm and gave it to him the other day. He promptly tossed it over his shoulder like he does with everything these days. I'm sure the earthworm survived.

This cute little guy is our friend's dog and he is just the best little dog. He doesn't jump, and it is so nice to pet a dog that isn't jumping on you with muddy paws all the time.

This mare had just giving birth the foal less than 2 weeks earlier when this picture was taken (the foal is laying in the hay). I think I like the horses more than Michael (although I prefer mules). Michael likes seeing them but not petting them. Probably because I won't let him down around them (for obvious reasons) and he'd like to inspect for himself. We also have to be careful that he doesn't grab the hot fence wire either... omg would that be awful.

This is back at home. He LOVES sitting on Daddy's ridding lawn mower and pretending to drive it. If I take him outside we have to play on the lawn mower. Don't worry, it will be a VERY long time before he is allowed on one of these when it's running.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Michael saw the moon for the first time in his life tonight.

It wasn't a spectacular moon or anything, just a little half moon. But until now he's been too little or it was too cold to have him out to see it. But tonight he was quick to spot the strange thing in the sky.

And then he picked a clover :)

Today was my husband's birthday. I realize it was 2 years ago that we found out that Muffy had cancer. We let Bliss and Ambrosia come out and sniff around in the garden. The only picture I got of them was of Ambrosia sniffing Bliss' butt (not posting that).

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Dear Friends,

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers... those that hold their babies in their arms and those that hold their babies in their hearts.

Amanda and Michael

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Working Mom vs. SAHM

It has taken me a while to do this post because I wasn't in a good enough place to do it for awhile. But I'm better these days and have a little more experience on my hands, so this is my opinion of my experiences as a working and as a SAH mom.

First, let me say that I truly do not believe that one is better than the other. One may be better for one family than the other, but there is no superiority for one over the other. I really dislike people (other moms) that trash talk the moms that don't do what they do. They are narrow-minded jerks, simple as that. Sorry to call names, but I'm pretty non-tolerant of non-tolerance.

Working would have gone a lot better for me if things had been different with Michael. I don't like to blame these issues on him but he did not to take a bottle, he did not like to nap. I did not like picking up a starving, tired, crying baby EVERY SINGLE DAY. The one thing we decided shortly after me going back to work is that we would not have me working when/if we had a second child. Lots of babies do fine at daycare. Mine did not. He was also sick every single week. That made me miss a ridiculous amount of work. And despite my complaints about our daycare, I paid top dollar for one of the best centers in town. It's possible that I could have found him another spot that worked better for him, but in the long run it was a lot or work (it was insanely hard to find infant spots in my area) for marginal benefits (a new center would probably not cure his bottle aversion or light sleeping) and figured that my employment would be ending soon enough so it would be better to tough it out a while longer. But despite the difficulties, Michael did like it there (another reason not to move him). He got excited at drop off every day but the days were just too long.

But despite all the hardships, I am really grateful for having a job to go to for that first year. Michael was a terrible spitter. I later put 2 and 2 together and figured out it was food intolerances (and he was just naturally spitty) but it drove me nuts. Every time I laid him down a cascade of spit-up washed over his chin and neck. Every diaper change, every nap, dozens of times per day. And I was continually covered in vomit. I had breakouts on my cleavage because of constantly being washed in spit-up. I smelled awful all the time. It was not pleasant. It would have been one thing to deal with the spit-up but it was another thing to me because he nursed so much that I would just about have a breakdown every time he spit-up because he never slept unless he was on the boob and he was ALWAYS ON THE BOOB. I was just always hoping that if I could feed him and keep it in him he might give me a break for awhile (that never happened). The few minutes that I would actually get him in the crib for I couldn't sleep because he would start spitting up in his crib and I would just lie in bed listening to him puke and wonder how long before he would start crying for me again. I kinda lived in terror of spitting up. And all of this was made worse by all of the nursing difficulties we had (poor latch, mastitis, bleeding nipples, pain, thrush, clogged ducts, under supply, over supply, a baby that like to scratch me as he nursed). It really was crazy. I was about to loose my mind here. And people that think I'm embellishing have no idea what it was like--it was even worse than I have described. One piece of evidence of my issues was that he better than doubled his weight in 2 months. Most kids take about 6 months to do that.

So working was a great escape from this. He could spit up all day long and I didn't have to be present for it. In this respect, what I didn't know didn't hurt me. The days when I picked him up in the clothes I dropped him off in were rare (and he was bibbed all day to boot). That may sound cold but I really could not deal with it. I probably should have marched into a psychiatrist's office right then but I kept thinking it would get better and I tend to martyr myself too.

As far as missing out on other things, I really don't really feel that I missed out on that much. I mean, sure, I missed out but the days are pretty slow with a young infant. And I'm very sure he did all his 'firsts' in front of us. And I also got a lot of pride out of hearing the daycare teachers tell me how much they enjoyed Michael and how well he was doing. That is a good feeling.

Spending so much time away from him during the week made me appreciate the weekends so much more. Every weekend was like Christmas. Those are truly some of the happiest days of my life. I don't know that they would be as joyful if I'd been home with him everyday.

So now I'm a SAHM and things are different. The spitting up tapered off around 10 months and I rarely deal with that anymore. Michael is much more active and interactive now. I was delighted to read Michael story after story our first couple of weeks home and I was starting to be convinced that being a SAHM was where it was at. Daycare would never spend this kind of 1 on 1 time with him. Other positives included having the time to wean him on to table foods (which was a challenge) and cow's milk. Helping him to learn to walk was also a lot of fun. Oh, and he hasn't been sick once since he's been home (although I think a little illness is good for them).

But that isn't everything, is it? I was dealing with my anxiety and depression issues and not doing very well with them. And the days that have gone poorly and I have felt like a complete failure as a parent? More frequent. I was never getting time away from Michael. And Michael was not getting any socialization. He regressed in speech for while which I will always wonder if that was my fault. Plus I was having trouble with my increased domestic duties. Oh yeah, and Michael's refusal to get on a daytime schedule (and skip naps) wasn't helping. These days we are doing better with some of these things and the same with others. Drugs have definitely helped the depression and anxiety.

I'm thankful for my time at home with Michael. I'm thankful that we can afford for me to be home with him. I'm really enjoying it for the most part. I love seeing him change from day to day. I love interacting with him and telling my husband the cute things he does everyday. I also started keeping a journal about the things he is doing and I will give it to him someday. I think it's good to try to reflect on each day and and write down a few things. I should have started this when he was born but I was so tired by the end of everyday that I didn't have the energy.

This has kinda rambled on and for a reason--I don't think one wins out over the other. For us, right now, me being a SAHM is the right thing. I'm grateful for the time that I worked even though it was tough on us. I'm grateful to be at home. Being a working mom was tough. Being a SAHM is tough. I look forward to the days ahead with Michael but I wonder about/fear the challenges of re-entering the work force if I stay at home for the next several years.

Last year I put myself last. I was sick and in pain much of last year because I just didn't take care of myself. I don't really have that much more time to myself as a SAHM but I'm definitely making myself a priority. But it is still easier with work out of the way. So maybe that is the best part of this all. I need to take care of myself to be a good mom and I have the opportunity to do that now.