So we are moving...again. We have moved every year for the last 5 years. You would think that by now we would be moving pros but according to my friend, Warren, we still suck at it. Thank You Warren for still committing to helping us yet again.
My husband got a promotion. As of Dec. 1st he will be a District Game Warden. So off we go to a new town, new job, new house, new schools/daycares for the girls, and everything else that goes along with turning your life upside down.
I am really excited though. This is what my husband has been working towards. I have my career and now he will have his. There are a lot of blessings when it comes to timing of our move. We got my oldest daughter all squared away on her ADHD medication. We finally found a medication, Vyvanse, that has minimal side effects and really works well for her. My current yet brand new job, knew that moving was a possibility for us and was ok with that. I have some family in and close by to the town we are moving to. I heard that there is a biker church in the town we are moving to and that is right up my alley, I think. I get to get a new washer and dryer and that is pretty awesome when you have 3 kids. So really I am praising God for all he is doing in our lives.
Every time we have moved I have stressed out so much. I tried to plan for every single detail, every single glitch, every single possibility. Yet nothing works out the way I planned but it works out and usually it works out better. So this time is different. I am handing all control over to God. I am not going to worry about the details that are out of my control. I am going to worry about today instead of worrying if I am going to have a job when I move or if I will find daycare. I am praising the lord (and the State of Wyo) for providing us with a house that has more than 1 bathroom, a yard, 3 bedrooms and a chicken coop. To my friend Warren, this doesn't mean that I am slacking on the packing though.
So even though there is a really big part of me that wants to freak out! I remind myself that God is by my side and is helping us to stay on the right path as a family. My 4 year old was singing at the top of her lungs this morning "How great is our God! Sing with me! How Great, How Great, is our God!" and I thought amen sista!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Nurse mom to the rescue!
You know how it goes. In the kitchen, focused on making ratatouille, and there it is: a crash and a blood curdling scream. Okay, so not all of this is accurate. I was actually putting laundry away in the bedroom. The ratatouille was already cooked. My 9 month old baby was in the kitchen. She is now pulling her self up on everything. For the most part she is pretty stable. She pulled herself up onto the step stool in the kitchen. One of those metal, 2 step, types that fold up to fit between your fridge and the wall. Well I had it out and she was holding onto it. So why I was hanging up some clothes, wouldn't you know it, she pulls it over onto herself.
Next I hear it. Her first "true, mom I am really hurt" scream!!! Just in time for Halloween. It was the kind that send you sprinting across the house. The kind that makes you look like a track star as you hurdle across laundry baskets and toys. The kind that makes you want a drink. So I went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke.
She is ok. But there I was, in complete nurse mode. I was checking her pupils, feeling her head shape, doing vital signs, checking on her every 15 min after she fell asleep....etc.... My poor baby has a big bruise on her face and her cheek is swollen. I remember now why the age of 9 month to the age of 2 is not my favorite age. They get hurts all the time. They are just at the height that they run into every table corner or counter there is; they fall down; they hit their heads; they have various stages of bruising on their bodies. Which as a nurse, I know that these injury's could be consistent with child abuse. Not to make light of child abuse in any way shape or form but "officer, I promise she pulled the step stool onto herself!!!!"
By golly, I breaks my heart when little kids and babies get hurt. They don't realize cause and effect to the fullest yet. I cuss.... a lot.....when I smack my head on the car door or the cupboard that is left open, I cant imagine what my baby feels like when a huge metal thing falls on her head.
It is weird though, that the older my other kids have gotten, the less sympathetic I am to their injuries. If its not gushing blood or its not broken, then suck it up kid!!. It kind of makes me feel back saying that actually. I have noticed that after being a nurse all day long, it is hard for me to come home and want to be nurse. My husband is the worst. If he is sick then it is inevitable that I will hear the words "I think I am dying" come out of his mouth. I am so tired after work that I am usually like "that sucks honey". BTW I am not the only nurse that is this way. Ask any of your nursing buddies and they will tell you the same thing.
But tonight, I was nurse supremo! I took care of my baby with mad skill. She will have a wicked bruise but I was able to doctor up the baby and my two older girls thought that I was pretty cool.
Next I hear it. Her first "true, mom I am really hurt" scream!!! Just in time for Halloween. It was the kind that send you sprinting across the house. The kind that makes you look like a track star as you hurdle across laundry baskets and toys. The kind that makes you want a drink. So I went to the fridge and pulled out a Coke.
She is ok. But there I was, in complete nurse mode. I was checking her pupils, feeling her head shape, doing vital signs, checking on her every 15 min after she fell asleep....etc.... My poor baby has a big bruise on her face and her cheek is swollen. I remember now why the age of 9 month to the age of 2 is not my favorite age. They get hurts all the time. They are just at the height that they run into every table corner or counter there is; they fall down; they hit their heads; they have various stages of bruising on their bodies. Which as a nurse, I know that these injury's could be consistent with child abuse. Not to make light of child abuse in any way shape or form but "officer, I promise she pulled the step stool onto herself!!!!"
By golly, I breaks my heart when little kids and babies get hurt. They don't realize cause and effect to the fullest yet. I cuss.... a lot.....when I smack my head on the car door or the cupboard that is left open, I cant imagine what my baby feels like when a huge metal thing falls on her head.
It is weird though, that the older my other kids have gotten, the less sympathetic I am to their injuries. If its not gushing blood or its not broken, then suck it up kid!!. It kind of makes me feel back saying that actually. I have noticed that after being a nurse all day long, it is hard for me to come home and want to be nurse. My husband is the worst. If he is sick then it is inevitable that I will hear the words "I think I am dying" come out of his mouth. I am so tired after work that I am usually like "that sucks honey". BTW I am not the only nurse that is this way. Ask any of your nursing buddies and they will tell you the same thing.
But tonight, I was nurse supremo! I took care of my baby with mad skill. She will have a wicked bruise but I was able to doctor up the baby and my two older girls thought that I was pretty cool.
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