Last night my four year old went on what he believes to be his first "date". We'll call her "R", her parents are friends of ours and she's four years older than our little man, GG. GG had been in "love" with her since he met her - I'm talking, "Mom do my hair before "R" gets here so I can look like a cool guy." Yeah, he has it bad! He was very excited that we were picking her up to go to a movie with us. Then the panic sat in... he wanted to give her a flower, but didn't have a flower to give her. Mommie to the rescue! I made a small bouquet for him. Nothing fancy, but it was good enough!
We went to see Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation which didn't disappoint. It was very cute and the kids enjoyed it.
As of 9:28 we have a 4-year-old.
4 years. How has it been that long!?! How are you 4 years old already, GG???
God placed you in my life and in my arms that day 4 years ago and I’m so thankful that He let you stay with us. You had my heart before you even took your first breath. I know that I’ve never done anything in my life to deserve YOU, just as I’ve done nothing to deserve God’s ultimate sacrifice and forgiveness and I will be thankful my entire life for YOU, our miracle.
You are smart - the smartest little "big" boy I know. You understand so much and the things you don't "get" just yet you strive to understand until you do. You are kind and compassionate, loving and caring - you love saying "I love you" and giving hugs and kisses. You are stubborn - you know what you want and you don’t let anything hold you back. You are handsome - the most beautiful little boy I’ve seen in my entire life. You have such an amazingly sarcastic sense of humor - a perfect mix between mommie and daddy.
YOU are my heart. I would walk through fire for you. The day you were born was the day that I began to fully live. I am so proud of the little "big" boy that you have become and so excited to see the bigger boy you will grow into. It breaks my heart when you talk about getting bigger and being as big as daddy because I know that that day will come so much sooner than I'm prepared for, but I know that we are raising a man that will be so much more than even we can imagine.
Before you were born, this was (and will always be) my prayer for you:
“God, I pray that Gregory is independent, that he is a leader among men. I pray for integrity. I pray that he has a heart for YOU and a heart for others, that he would help those in need. That he would stand up for his beliefs. I pray that he would also stand up for those that cannot do so for themselves. That he would be kind, gentle, loving and firm. Lord, I pray for his happiness. I pray that he does mighty and wondrous things in Your name.” I will never be able to express to you just how much my love for you is! I love you as much as the sky and more. I love you to the moon and back x infinity!!
All my love,
This week I took GG, my toddler (yes, I still have a few months that I can call him that, so I'm doing it as much as possible!), had his first non-melt-down haircut. He's almost 4 and I've taken him to two salons, once when he was over one and another about 9 months later. They were disasters. He would meltdown as soon as hair touched his skin. My husband and I decided we would just keep doing his hair at home. Not that he reacts any differently at home, he has Sensory Processing Disorder which I've written about previously, and the hair touching his skin is a huge meltdown trigger.
For a few weeks now he's wanted a "cool" guy haircut that he picked out. I'm not going to lie, thinking about taking him to have his hair done instantly put knots in my stomach. Would I be paying for another half haircut again? I was nervous and didn't have a clue where to take him. I posted a status and asked for suggestions to hair stylists that had experience with children on the spectrum.
Finally the day came that he really wanted it done - THAT day - this past Tuesday. We left our Chiropractor appointments and I noticed a kid's hair salon unfortunately it wasn't open for business yet. I said a little prayer for God to send me to where I needed to go for my son. Immediately I felt like I knew where to go.
We get there and a gentleman takes us back. GG gets on the chair, gets a cape and is done with it. He tells me he's scared. We talk a little and he wants to leave. Okay, we tried, right!?! The guy tells us to come back if he changes his mind. Outside there's a bench that I have GG sit on. I kneel down and we talk about why he was scared. I explained to him that the guy was a "hair doctor" and knew what he was doing. After a few minutes he decided that he wanted to try again.
The gentleman, Mac, and I talked to him through the entire process. Mac took the cape off and brushed GG anytime hair got on him. He let GG hold the brush and use it, he let him spray me with the water bottle. He did whatever GG needed of him and while it took longer than a typical haircut, we got it done! My very brave little toddler morphed into a big boy right in front of my eyes. I was so thankful and so proud that I almost cried.
Things like this remind me. Yes, my little one is going to have a harder time at some things, BUT he's brave, strong willed and oh so very smart. Even though things may be harder for him at times or may take longer, he will always beat the odds.
This morning began like any other. We got out of bed, had breakfast (and coffee for me, of course). My son, GG, wanted to watch Dino Dan, I typically don't let him watch television so early in the day. I gave in so that I could finish crocheting a blanket for a fellow HITC/photographer friend's baby boy. I took a minute to run to the restroom, a few seconds later GG comes into the bathroom, and this my dear readers is when my day took a turn from normal....
"The styrofoam is gone." His head was tilted and something about the way he said this caused an icy fist to form around my stomach and pull it down. I think I already knew how this was going to play out.
"GG, what do you mean? Where is it?"
"In my ear." He says this as he starts to place a finger in his ear.
"DON'T. Don't touch." I say on the verge of flipping out. I finished washing my hands and told myself that I wouldn't panic. It couldn't be that bad. I mean, it had only been a few seconds...
I have high functioning anxiety as well as high functioning depression. This means that I constantly find myself adding more and more things to my days. When I'm busy I'm happy. However, I also have health issues and after trying to be supermom/superwoman for a while my body says it's had enough.
We've all been there. You're momming and running life so hard, things are going great then one day you hit a brick wall and all that you've been juggling comes crashing down.
Those days are hard. It's the days when you feel like your world is crumbling. It's these days, when you definitely know that you aren't supermom, that are some of hardest ones to get through. These are the days when you question your every decision, the days that you question if you're doing anything right, the days when you feel like giving up or giving in. That's where I am right now, but I can tell you one thing with certainty - the one thing I will not do is give up. I'm struggling in every part of my life currently, but I know - without a doubt - that everything will all work out.
I'm messy, clumsy, imperfect and I don't feel anything close to supermom BUT when I see myself through my son's eyes I see the mom that I'm striving to be. He sees what matters and not all of the superficial things. He knows that I I would spend every second with him if I could and he knows how much he's loved.
I'm busy, short tempered and a little distant because I'm overly exhausted BUT my husband takes it in stride. He tells me how amazing I am even though I'm a blubbering emotional mess lately.
None of us are super to ourselves, but take a step back and look at the bigger picture. See yourself though your loved one's eyes. Take a deep breath. Fall into your faith and let peace take over.
Two years ago my only real experience with asthma had been few friends and my sweet little Chihuahua, Dink. Then the month after my son, GG, turned a year old (May of 2015) our personal journey with this breath taker began. What started as a cough and some raspy breathing turning into wheezing and my little guy gasping to get air. It was his first emergency visit. We were terrified and didn't know exactly what the culprit was, but the one thing I knew was that in a matter of hours my baby went from breathing normally to breathing fast, hard and struggling. At the hospital it was confirmed possible, but due to his age it wasn't official. At our follow up appointment we were told to keep him inside, given a plan of action and another follow up appointment three weeks later. Three weeks came and he could have breathing treatments spaced out more and was allowed outside for short periods for another month.
Over that first year it was off and on. He got hit with it hard again a month before his second birthday. Then for almost eight months it seemed to go dormant. During the past year it's been ear infections that we seem to be battling more or so I thought until we rounded a corner in life and ran smack back into the little air sucker - asthma. Two week ago GG broke out in a rash and had a terrible time breathing. We ended up back in the ER. Unlike the first time, at this point, he'd already been officially diagnosed and we knew in part what we were dealing with. A respiratory therapist took time to come in and really schooled us on asthma. We learned things that the primary care doctors had never told us.
I wanted to share all of this information with any and everyone. See, for me, I knew that asthma was dangerous, I knew that it could be deadly, but the gravity of how bad it is even when they're having an attack and you don't know it, is something I never thought about. For instance, a child can be wheezing even if you don't hear it. Did you know that? I didn't!
If you or someone you know has a child with asthma, wrap your head around this - asthma kills over 3,000 Americans every year. Sometimes asthma is set off by viral infections, pollen, exposure to animals, or exercise. More Americans than ever before have asthma — about 24 million people in the U.S. have asthma. It is one of the most common and costly diseases.
I knew that wheezing, coughing and shortness of breath were from asthma, it's the most common talked about symptoms, BUT did you know that the following are symptoms as well:
Did you also know that you can go weeks, months or years with no symptoms. It doesn't mean that you no longer have asthma. It just means that you haven't been triggered. Asthma DOES NOT go away, there is NO cure.
Do you know what happens when someone is having an asthma attack?
During the asthma attack, the muscles tighten around your airways and, the lining of the airways become swollen or inflamed and thicker mucus -- more than normal -- is produced.
There should ALWAYS be a plan of action that anyone who may keep your child has on hand. Notice I said on hand. Instructions should be written down step-by-step and you should always go over it step-by-step with them as well. Make a copy for grandparent's homes, school, your house, the babysitter -- everyone!
Seek medical help immediately for:
I don't have to tell you how important your child is. See that little guy? He's my heart and I would never forgive myself if something happened to him from my lack of information. He will be three next month and it's still a struggle. I'm over protective and I'm okay with that. Knowing how deadly asthma can be I'd rather be safe then have anything happen to him that could be avoided.
Please share this with anyone you feel may need to know. It may save a life. I pray that the information I've included gets to those who could need it.
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