Super Mommy: Saving the day by getting one job done at a time!

 

14 Things that will aid you in your first twelve weeks.

1) Invest in comfy night gowns (if you wanna breast feed, make sure they open in appropriate places), and non-slip socks for your time at the hospital. Btw, those beds are made of some kind of foam (or they were 5 yrs. ago), and you will be too hot while your visitors are too cold.

2) You are going to want someone there with you at the hospital for your waking hrs. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait for hospital staff to help you get up to go potty, go for a walk, or pick up your baby.  Also, our hospital had a policy about babies rooming in over night (they weren’t supposed to, w/o someone in there w/ Mom).

3) Walk as much as you can at the hospital.  Then walk some more.  Have your funny friends come visit, and have some (painful) belly laughs.  If you don’t do it now, w/ the best pain meds possible, you’ll regret it.  After a C-Section, you’ve really gotta give those muscle a work out.  I don’t mean you’re not supposed to rest.  Don’t over do it, but do something.

4) On check out day, don’t refuse any of the pain meds. Seriously, you’ll regret it to high heaven if you do.

Funny story:  The wind swept away my Rx for the good drugs.  I spent the next two days in really bad pain, and having DTs from the stuff they gave me in the hospital b/c I couldn’t ween off of it.  (The good stuff was a narcotic, and legally they can’t prove my Rx was swept away, so they couldn’t write me a second Rx for a narcotic.  Stupid druggies ruin it for those of us who really are in need of pain meds.)  Another tid bit:  When you get home and moving around for a few days, slowly come off the meds (go longer and longer periods of time w/o them), so you don’t end up in cold sweats and hot flashes while your baby is crying for food.  Just sayin’.  That ain’t fun.

Which brings me to…

5)Have someone pick up your Rx pain meds while you are on your way home (or grab them on your way)

6) Take home as many of those big pads, padded undies (for you), and diapers (for baby) as they will give you.  Companies donate stuff to the hospital.  Not everyone takes their fair share home.  If they wanna throw free stuff at you, don’t cringe.  Take it.  Odds are, even if it’s not your fave. brand of diaper, someone will eventually forget to pick up diapers, and you’ll be out of them at 4 A.M.  Same goes for formula, if you’re going the formula fed rout.  Those packs they stick under that baby cart that gets rolled into your room are about $30.  For this one, I’ll go ahead and say “you’re welcome.”  Also, those big pads are great, even if you had a c-section.  You put them between your incision and your clothes.  Those padded undies are great, too, b/c eventually you will deal with lochia or postpartum bleeding.

7) Stay in the hospital as long as they (insurance and staff) will allow. The more hands to help out, the better.

8) As much as you want to look at your baby on the ride home, don’t sit in the back seat with the kiddo. Every bump feels more pronounced back there. Also, if you’e got a smaller car (like I had) it will be painful to get in and out.  Ask whoever is driving you home to go slow and easy.  It may help if you take some of your pain meds right before you leave the hospital.

9) Have the couch ready for sleeping. I found the best way to sleep was w/ pillows against the arm rest, sitting up w/ my back against them. This way, I didn’t have to wake someone up every time I had to go pee in the middle of the night (happened a lot).  With my second, I put the pack and play next to the couch, so I could get him when he woke in the middle of the night.

10) I know everyone says it, but you really gotta do it: sleep when your baby sleeps. Forget the house (see #12), forget calling mom to coo over how cute your little one is, forget FB pics of baby’s first nap. All you should do when baby sleeps is eat, shower, brush teeth, and/or sleep.

11) You’re going to shower and brush teeth much less than you like to. You will stink, and feel yucky. This happens when you deal with poop and spit up all day.  Your husband will still love you, because you gave birth to his spawn. This should be liberating, not stress inducing.

12) You are never going to have a clean house again. (okay, you will, but not for a long time. It’s best if you just accept the worst. There’s just less stress that way.)  Invest in a jumbo size of paper plates, cups, and plastic ware before baby is born.  Make sure it’s stored down low (harder to reach up high after a c-section).  All you (or, hopefully, daddy) have to do is take out the trash.  When clothes come off, carry them straight to the washer.  If you don’t, laundry will never get done.  You may wanna just wash everything in baby laundry soap.  It’s just easier, those first few weeks home.  Everything else is gravy.

13) If someone else says, “aaawe, can I hold the baby?” Unless they are incapable of holding the child w/o dropping him, disease/lice infested, or a child molester, LET THEM. The urge to keep your bundle in your own arms, safe and comfy, will be STRONG. However, by the time the company has left, and the hubby has fallen asleep/gone to work/gotten in the shower, you’ll be tired and want a break. When company comes over, get your break. Let them hold your bundle of joy while you actually eat a meal w/o having to change a diaper.

14) Last, and most importantly: When you feel like stressing or freaking out over something, “relax, don’t do it,” as the song says. ENJOY your baby. Notate every day in some kind of journal/baby book (sure wish I’d done this). And remember, like the baby bib says, “Spit happens.”

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It’s Been a While…

am sorry it has taken so long for me to write a new post, my dears.  Once you hear about everything that’s been going on, I’m hoping you’ll understand.

The day after I wrote the post about why we wanted to move into an RV, we got word that McGyverAsawa’s work would be cutting hours for nearly everyone.  (That’s factory work for ya’!)  He was kept on, because they didn’t want him to pavement looking for work else where, but, at the time, we weren’t sure how things would go.  Basically, we were given a two (or was it three?) week notice that money was about to get tight.  As if it wasn’t already tight, after all the expenses incurred in our moving.  So, it was off to Mom’s driveway.

Along with all the back and forth we’ve been living, lately, there’s been the beginning of Homeschool for the year.  I’ll soon post about this year’s schooling on my other site:  https://caballerohomeschool.wordpress.com/

So, we’ve been doing a lot of bouncing around, and we’ve begun homeschool this year, and I’ve taken on the role of Head Coordinator for the Central Georgia Christian Home Educators’ Association (a Christian Homeschooling group in our area).  This means we’ve got to make appearances at events and such, and there are meetings to attend.  In a way, I feel as if I should be doing more, as far as the position is concerned.  Yet, I’ve not figured out what that more should be.

When I try to put it all down on paper, it seems there isn’t much to say about it.  However, it’s all pretty time consuming…  Which means my living area could use a little TLC.

This brings me to this coming weekend.  THE Weekend.  The weekend that I will finally get my home cleaned appropriately, and purge those things that should never have been packed on board in the first place.  It’s the weekend that I swap out some of our summer clothes, for some of our winter clothes.  I will not be putting away all of our summer clothes, as the weather hasn’t changed completely, yet.  Also, some of the fall/winter clothes would be too warm for the current weather.  I just feel I need to go through them all, in order to get an idea of what we need/don’t need.

I have been given anxiety meds. because, and I’m sure some of you remember, I spent three months trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with me over the summer.  Panic attacks finally made the doctor believe it was all anxiety, and he gave me something that worked.  The problem is that it worked so well that I started to forget to take it.  I’ve been off schedule with it now for about a month.  I have a feeling that my doc. is going to be very unhappy with me.  The other problem with the meds working:  Now that I’m off them, it’s hard to get motivated to get back on them.  Yeah, it’s kind of a catch-22.  For those of you who pray, please pray for my family and me, in regards to this situation.

I must say, I am happier with all the busy I’ve got going on.  This is another catch-22.  I get really busy and I don’t have time to think about my anxiety.  (It really does get debilitating…  and it isn’t something I can just “get over,” as many folks think one can.)  However, when I get too busy, or when things don’t happen in an ideal manner, I start to get overwhelmed and upset, which causes a panic attack.  (It’s a little more complicated than all of that, but I’m not ready to post any more detail about it all, for the world to read, at this point and time.)

Another thing I’m struggling with, and need prayer for:  Daily Devotion and Bible Study Time.  We do a little Bible Study for our Homeschool, but I need more.  Recently, a friend told me about an android app called Daughters of the King.  It links to a website with daily devotionals.  I’ve found that I’m reading more devotionals, now that I carry it with me on my phone.  I need to get one of those Bible apps, as well.  Perhaps I’d do a bit more reading of that, were it on my phone.

To summarize:  We’re busy.  We’re Homeschooling.  I’m struggling.  We’re all pretty happy.  Please pray for us.  Don’t forget to read my next post.  I’ll try to post at least once a week (I’m also going to try to post on the homeschooling website at least once a week)…

Happy Trails, to you and yours, until we meet once more.

Over the last few years, there have been human interest news stories about families displaced by unemployment, bad weather, or other tragic circumstances.  These stories tell of how these families scrape together what moneys they can, sell their most prized possessions, give away their family pets, pack a few clothes and some toiletries, and begin living full time in an RV.  These families are almost always traveling, talking about how tight money is, and they almost always make it sound like a feat to cram all of the children into the RV for a meal, let alone full time life.

Inevitably, someone knows somebody, who knows somebody to whom this situation happened.  They also know somebody who lived in an RV in college, in order to save on rent, because beer was expensive when drank by the case.

Then, there is the older couple, or perhaps the widow or widower, who want to make their retirement stretch because they are in good health.  They may also want to visit with children, grandchildren, or siblings, now that they are no longer tethered to a ten mile radius of their job.

These are all folks who traditionally live full time in an RV.  Society expects it of them.  No one bats an eye lash or holds their breath for just a second when Grandpa says he’ll be taking his new girlfriend to Vegas or New England by way of the open road.  No one asks the traveling missionary if his family is comfortable in the RV, as he is setting up a backyard Bible Study, or feeding soup to the homeless.

All of that said, when we were in the process of packing, purging, and prepping for Full Time RV Life, the first question on everyone’s tongue was, “But what about your boys,” as they tried to hide the horror and worry for our well being that was clearly passing through their minds and over their faces.  As if something must be wrong, that we would want to leave an extremely spacious home with two family rooms, a huge back yard, three bedrooms, a garage, and a workshop.  (When we first moved in, it was more space than we could furnish!  Then, it was more space than I could keep clean.)

Nearly everyone we told about our goal to go FT was stricken momentarily dumb, then asked, “But why?  Where are you going?”  Well, let me explain, for those of you that I do want to share our lives with:

Once upon a time, we wanted to move to Brunswick very badly.  It consumed all of our discussions.  It went something like, “Hey, we should move…  but how would we eat? Obviously, someone’s gotta get a job.  Where would we live?  But, we really wanna do it.”  So, to the figurative drawing board we went.  First, we thought we could live in the Mobile home on the property we wanted to live on.  No go.  Nature had taken it over, and it was no longer inhabitable.  Second, we decided that we should make a “tiny house” in the old washroom that was separated from the house.  It had a good foundation, and a great tin roof that didn’t leak.  At first, we thought this was something we could work with.  So, we began ripping out the old interior, and cleaning out the decade old appliances that hadn’t been used since I was a kid.  I posted pictures to this blog, even, of some of the work.  You see, I grew up in Brunswick, and wanted desperately to get back there. However, as we were doing the work, we realized that it was going to be a losing battle against nature. The wood we put up for a ceiling and wall boards warped due to the humidity. The bunk beds are still just as good as they were when MacGyverAsawa built them, but we quickly realized that these beds took up nearly 2/3rds of the house. We realized that storage for necessary things (clothing, dishes, toys for the kids, etc.) was nearly nonexistent. As I scoured the internet, looking for ideas, I ran across a YouTube video that spoke of tiny houses, and Rvs. From that, a new solution was born.

~~Note: on property, we have a pump for water, but no heater or electricity. We’ve worked out a way to power the pump, for camping purposes. In the past, we filled sink, tub, pots, storage containers, a big blue barrel… Just to have water for when the fuel ran out of our generator. It wasn’t good for drinking, because it would sit stagnant and open to the air, but it was great for cleaning, washing dishes, hands, and laundry. Now back to your regularly scheduled program~~

We spent two years searching for a way we could do this. We looked at Rvs online, and watched videos of how other folks built their own from the ground up, or from buses, or renovated really old Rvs. Turns out, it takes a LOT of money to buy one of those things!

We got our financial ducks in a row. MacGyverAsawa inquired at the bank, and found out the amount we could get. We had been watching an RV in a church parking lot for nearly a year before we actually looked at it. It was another eight months before we decided that would be the one we’d buy.

Once we purchased it, at a steep discount to the asking price (yeah, we can rock some negotiations), we couldn’t wait to move in. So we did! Right there in our driveway. And the rest is just routine stuffs. As I said before: packing, storing, and giving away. Then there was the 3.5 weeks in Mom’s driveway, while we finished up everything with the house we were renting.

That’s the HOW, now for the WHY.

Anyone who knows me just a little bit, knows that I enjoy deviating from the well trodden path. In middle school, it was polk-a-dots with stripes because someone had made fun of my clothes (I didn’t wear Tommy Hilfiger). I thought to myself, ‘Oh, they’re offended by my no name jeans and shirt? Well, wait ’til they get a load of THIS!’ In high school, it was Abstinence and Poetry Club, because the crowd was playing sports and trying to see just how many commandments they could break in twenty four hours. Was I a good kid? Yeah. A little sheltered? Sure. The fact still remains that I did what I could to go against the grain… That included my rebellion. At that point, everyone else was talking down about their folks, and getting wasted at parties. I didn’t see the point in doing what they were doing, because I wanted a different result. I wanted to go some place my peers didn’t. (Note: I did eventually behave that way, but it was as a legal adult… I didn’t skip it all together, but I postponed it until I could make those decisions with an informed conscience. Whiiich makes it all the dumber. But that’s got nothing to do with Rvs.)

My husband has always been an original thinker, from what family says (SUPER smart). He’s one who believes that anything easy to get isn’t worth having, and anything worth having isn’t easy to get. (While I admire his dedication to this thought process, I often disagree with his methods. That’s another post.)

So, basically, there’s the two of us who either thought we could build a better mouse trap, or we weren’t interested in mouse traps at all.

We found ourselves working to keep a house clean, working to pay bills, working to have space to hold all our stuff… We were working FOR our stuff. What was our stuff doing for us? The dishwasher didn’t– Oh, never mind about the dishwasher. I kinda miss it, and the washing machine, and ice maker.– The TV didn’t run out to get a gallon of milk when we were out, and the extra family room didn’t make us happy. Matter of fact, that extra family room gave us more space… to be apart. I can’t tell you how many times our Saturday afternoons looked like this:

Mom on the computer in the office area of the family room, one kid watching Netflix in the game room, one kid playing with cars in his bedroom, and a father doing something entirely different outside. (cutting grass? Working on a car? Making noise with power tools so I’d leave him alone???)

Where was our stuff? In closets, above the garage, under the bed, tucked away under the bathroom sink, sitting around collecting dust. Then, when it came time to clean it, we would end up exhausted and frustrated. We didn’t do anything with most of it! We just moved it around! We saved some things for a rainy day, like baby clothes and toys, car parts MacGyverAsawa purchased, so he could take them apart and see how they worked… because he wanted to build a better one. When we were moving, I realized I had things in storage at his sister’s home, my mother’s home, and in the home I was living in. Yet, when we packed the RV, I noticed it was not all going to fit. Still, without it all, we survive. We’re happy in the RV.

In the mean time, I think we’ve worked around to, “we don’t need to go to Brunswick, but it’s an option. Now that there’s the RV, where do we want to go?.. Where does God Want us to go?” What do you do when you don’t know what to do? In our case, we’re organizing (because there are still some ducks that just don’t want to stand in that straight line), and we wait… But we’re also DREAMING.

This is already an extremely long post, so I won’t get into anything else right now. I will say:

Happy Trails, to you and yours, until we meet once more.

Laundry Day the Hard Way

Today, I woke early with my laundry tugging at my mind.  I was so interested in accomplishing something, that I decided to wait to eat breakfast.  MacGyverAsawa took the children to the store, to pick up a few things for me.

It was nice, the quiet in which I did the bulk of the laundry (they got back just before I’d finished).  A few people rode by in their cars, headed one place or another, and looked out their window, wondering what this crazy lady was doing with three buckets in her front yard, and a plastic patio chair.  Yet, I continued with my work.

I had two buckets left of clothes left (two pair of jeans, and three towels) to wash, when it hit me.  That icky feeling.  I’ll remember this tomorrow, while I’m trying to catch up on the work I was supposed to get done today.  Skipping breakfast is not allowed, if I’m going to be working hard.

…  And laundry by hand, for a family of four, when it’s three days worth of dirty clothes, is hard work.  Especially since I haven’t yet purchased a plunger to help with the agitation or a bin to fit a large number of clothes at once.  Hopefully, by next week, I’ll have taken the opportunity to get the above mentioned items, so it won’t always take half the day to do the washing.

That’s all for my laundry post.  Actually, I have another post in mind, already.  It’s about why we have chosen to live in an RV.  Hopefully, it will dispel certain fears and worries and fears that some of our friends, church family, and relatives have…  When one says they are moving into an RV, there are some preconceived ideas that most folks have…  I’m not going to get into it here, but I will say:  See my next post.

Thanks, folks, for reading.

Happy Trails to you and yours, until we meet once more.

At the Park

Well, we’ve. Finally done it!  Yesterday, we paid for an extnded stay spot at Fair Harbor RV Park.  Today, we pulled in the Leap of Faith.  We were lucky to get a spot!  There is some sort of project going on–something to do with solar power–in the area.  Which means a lot of workers need temporary lodging.  There were only 2 long term spots left, and we got one of them.  A young guy came in right behind us, and took the last one.  Looks like the next nine months are going to be very busy at the park.

On the plus side, perhaps my idea for entertainment will go over well with the management…  maybe get us a little off our rent.  I’ll fill ya’ll in once I work out the details.

Once again, we’ve got a home.

Pictures to come, soon.  I’m just super exhausted.

Tomorrow is my baby brother’s 30th birthday party.  I am not sure how my baby bro. Is turning 30, when I’m only 24, but he is.  😉

I’ve still got to get ready for church, so I’ll sign off for now.

Happy Trails to you and yours, untill we meet once more.

Unanswered Questions

I can’t read this, and just keep surfing the web as if it never happened.  It is so sad and gruesome that I’ve just got to share.

Mom Pushes Dead Son in Park Swing

I’m left to wonder:  Was she aware of her son’s demise, or was there a part of her who wanted him to be alive so badly that he “was” in her mind?  Or, was she trying to make up for all the time she might have missed with him in the past (texting, phone calls, work)?  Is she the reason he’s dead?  The number of questions left unanswered is driving me up the wall!

I just want to cry for this woman, and this little boy.

…  …  …  And hug my own two boys.

UPDATE

From what I can tell, based on several articles on the internet, this child was wanted by both parents in a custodial argument in court.  The judge granted shared custody.  The father told the courts that he felt the mother was not fit (read:  strange behavior).  Now that it’s all said and done, the grandmother (mother’s mother) has informed police that her daughter suffers from depression and bipolar disorder.  HOWEVER, there is no sign of abuse, trauma, or cause of death.  Which means, it’s likely that the mother didn’t kill her son, but that she reacted badly to his death by natural causes.

My heart goes out to both sides of this grieving family.

2nd Update
It has been found that the boy was alive and crying the afternoon before. Based on the autopsy, he died of dehydration and hypothermia. So, he was probably crying because he was hungry and thirsty. In the comments on the above site, someone says the boy had a fever the day before they went to the park. I’m not sure if that is fact or rumor. It was also stated, in the article, that they wre homeless–living in a hotel.
It appears, and this includes my own thoughts to fill in the blanks, that Mom might have been stressed about money, and how to obtain care for the child. Obviously, no relatives could/wouldd help. Otherwise, they would not have been homeless, and Mom would have been getting proper care for herself. It is also obvious that this family fell through the cracks, as far as DFACS is conscerned. She may hav stopped at the park to get her thoughts together, and had an pisode which caused her to lose time… this is just as possible as maliicious intent.

Lord knows, I want to cry for this baby, who must have been upset and confussed when his protector was no longer acting in his best interest. Did she not allow him to speak–“Mommy, I’m hungry. Mommy I’m thirsty. Mommy, I’m tired; I don’t feel good.” He trusted her, his grandmother, his father, and the courts. Yet, every one of them, every SINGLE person failed him! Dad could have housed them at his place. Grandma could have invited them to sleep on her couch. The judge could have placed him with other relatives, until Mom was on meds.
Of course none of them place all the blame on Mom. How could they sentence her to death, knowing they each played a role in this sweet baby’s death?

In any event, my thoughts and prayers still go out on behalf of this family.

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