Finally, a post!

I've been meaning to sit down and blog - and then - I forget.  Life gets busy.  But tonight I have a minute. 

For those of you who follow my husband's blog, you might already know that we are having another baby.  We are so excited, and to be honest, the reality of it all is sinking in and I'm a little overwhelmed just thinking about it.  My babes will be 19.5 months apart.  It's hard to think of Sam as the older sibling right now.  But then again, he won't be where he is right now in 6 months.  He's growing and developing so fast these days.   He's no longer a little baby, but a busy, busy toddler. 

I'm 14 weeks along, and everything is going great.  In fact, things are going much better than they did in my last pregnancy.  I count my blessings and have said many prayers of gratitude for this blessing.  The absence of constant worry has allowed me to focus more on Sam and enjoy the stage he is in.  I think it's also allowed me to be a more emotionally stable wife and mother:)

Speaking of being a mom - I had one of those days today that really pushed my limits of what I thought I was capable of.  Sam woke up at 6.  This is not an uncommon thing.  The little stinker often wakes up early, chats to himself for a bit, and then goes back to bed.  But this morning, he woke up whining and crying.  My selfish self just lay there hoping he would go back to sleep.  Mike woke up and decided something was wrong because Sam never wakes up crying.  He went to check on him, and brought him back to our room - covered in vomit.  I held him while Mike stripped the crib and ran a bath.  We gave the little man a bath, and he threw up again.  I started to cry because he was hurting so badly and clearly hated throwing up.  Then, we got back in bed and Sam threw up 3 more times.  At this point Mike had to go to work and I started to panic.  He reacted so naturally and so calmly.  He needed to stay home and help with Sam!  I couldn't do it by myself! But as badly as I wanted him to stay home, he had to go to work, and I was on my own.  I hate throw up.  I hate the smell, I hate the thought, I hate the way it makes me feel and watching the look on my little boy's face, I hated the way it made him feel.  But tough luck.  I'm a mom.  There is no magical button I could push to make it all go away, I was going to have to deal with this situation.  So I did, and something incredible happened.  Somewhere inside me I found the strength I needed to be a mom.  To hold my little boy and not jump out of my skin as he puked all over me numerous times.  To find what he could keep down.  To go without my nap so I could check on him during his and make sure he was ok.  By the end of the day, I felt different.  I pray he doesn't have to go through that again, but I know he will.  And I know I can handle it.