Sunday, May 10, 2009

All About Mothers

"A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary" ......author unknown...............

I do not believe I have ever seen any words placed together in a sentence to be true. It is something that is brought into a womans soul the second they see thier first child for the first time. Or in my case when I stopped shaking and realized what is going on. Five years later I still have not seen the video of my sons birth. My sister is holding out on me. This being my fifth year as a mother I have some goals, and some changes I need to see happen.

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First Goal.......MUST get a hold of my video of the birth of my child. I do realize that I checked out. My blood pressure dropped to 20/40 and my son was litterly ripped out of my body within 20 seconds. Pat has been kind enough to share the delivery room reminded him of "Inspector Gadget" buttons pushed, things dropping out of the cieling and the walls behind me. I don't remember it. This year I need to see it.
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Second Goal.........I am used to Pat working on Mothers day. After all he is not a mother, so many police officers have to work, and thankfully his district makes sure all the female officers get the day off. I get this. This morning as my son had little horns growing out of his head I realized change needs to start with me. My goal is there needs to be some rules around here, my son is becoming far to spoiled. I need to think about these rules and will post them when they are realistic. I do know rule number one is going to be..... If you can't put your toys away then a needy child would love to have them. Anything that is stepped on or not picked up will be given to charity. I don't care what it is.

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Third Goal....... I need to get MY ass in gear and start printing out the millions of pictures and memories into scrap books. I managed the first year, and Tony's trip to Florida. Then I stopped. I got too tired, school is kickin my butt, and I transferred to far away from home. I need to make time. I started with this blog, but I need to kick it up a step.
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As a mother, and while my ranting is almost done I would not give one second back. I will never forget my first trip to the ER with Tony. He got croup in the middle of the night. He literally stopped breathing. I barely slept for two days while he was coughing.
His second trip to the ER scared me even more, and I watched in slow motion as his injury happened, saw it coming and I could not get to him in time to stop it. Tony was just learning how to walk and I had just put his socks on him. We were 10 minutes from walking out the door on our commute to daycare/work. Tony came running across the hardwood floor in the kitchen and lost his footing. He started to fall and then slid right into the bottom leg of the kitchen table. He hit the table so hard and so fast that I swore his nose was broken. There was blood all over the place and his eyes immediatly looked like someone had punched him in both eyes. Loyola was extermly fast in having him seen as there was a head injury and was the best expereince I have EVER had in a medical setting. His nose was not broken but he took quiet a header.
Tony has only had one other trip to the ER, he woke up in the middle of the night and was screaming he could not move his arm. Never could find anything, but he has been sleeping with me or Pat ever since and it has gone away. This brings me to my last goal........
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Goal Four...... Get my child out of my bed. I need it back, seperate beds for me and Pat is getting too much. Tied with this goal is to MAKE Pat go to a sleep clinic. He has sleep apnea, he snores (LOUDLY) and he simply needs help....or Mommys goal will be to have her OWN room.
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Happy mothers day, and goodnight.......that is if my economics and IT instructors would ever post my final grades. I need to know if two days of sleep paid off and keeps me in honors on this eco class.

Laura

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