Friday, March 09, 2007

Publically acknowledging my pregnancy losses

Wow, the past two weeks has brought up three very public ways to acknowedge my three pregnancy losses - and, you know what? I am not frightened or embarassed to be as public as I am going to be about them...

The first opportunity started with nominating my bosses in 9/06 for the 2007 Compassionate Friends Compassionate Employers Awards (check out the link from last week to see how the nomination came about). So, I opened my e-mail this morning to find this message from my Director:
"Marcia Alig from Compassionate Friends, NJ Director, wants to arrange a date/time to come over and present the plaque. I'd like to do this at a time when you are here, of course, but also to see whom else you would like to have present for the presentation. They may want you to say something if you feel like you want to. Clearly Sarah should be included. What about others? They suggested publicity, so we could invite Carl Blesch if you thought this was something you felt comfortable about publicizing. Marcia said their group likes publicity since it is good for them. Let's talk about this tomorrow. They would like to do this some time in the next few weeks. I'll be out of town a lot next week and some the week after, but we could do it the week of March 26."
Uh, I wasn't expecting this kind of publicity other than the center's name being listed on the Compassionate Friends web page!

But, you know what? I am glad that the local chapter is also acknowledging my bosses for being as kind and considerate as they were over the past year or so. It is very rare to find a group of people that supportive - and they deserve the recognition. So, I agreed to have this publicized by the University Relations Department and to also have everyone here at my Center be there (with my Hubby and I) when my bosses are given the plaque. Maybe this is a stepping stone for all employers to be kind during such a time of sorrow when going through a pregnancy loss or a death of a child.

Who knew I would become such the activist!

The second opportunity came about when I contacted someone named Hanna about a book she was writing on how couples remember their angels after a pregnancy loss or stillbirth. This request for stories came over a loss support e-mail list I received back in November - and I decided to share my story in February. Well, the book is now published - and my story is a part of it. I ordered a copy, as I have not yet seen the book at all. If anyone is interested, go here:
Remembering Our Angels: Personal Stories of Healing from a Pregnancy Loss

"No one knows the devastation and heartache of losing a baby more than a father or mother. Grieving parents often do not know where to turn and what to do with their grief in the aftermath of a pregnancy loss. In "Remembering Our Angels," Hannah Stone has collected essays and stories from pregnancy loss awareness activists, doctors, grief counselors and grieving parents in the hope of offering a resource to parents in mourning."
When I get the copy, I can let you know where our section is.

The third opportunity is that my husband and I are taking part in a research study with someone from NYU doing his doctoral thesis on learning the experience of couples who have lost a child prior to birth. His research will be complete around 6/07 - and he is hoping to publish his findings in the future. I saw this through the SHARE March newsletter and online here - but it is also available through RESOLVE. If anyone is interested, he would like to get a very broad sampling of couples that will strengthen his research.

I guess that part of acceptance is not being afraid to publically acknowldge your experiences... I hope at least one person will have a positive experience through sharing my story. I have certainly been aided by others sharing their stories - I hope I can repay the favor to someone else.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Paying It Forward

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Last week, I had a few interesting, random things happen that have showed the kindness of strangers - or, in one case, it was not kindness but a mishap on that person's part that cost him/her $30.

The snowballs started on February 22nd with what I wrote about in the post The kindness of strangers. This post was about how someone randomly contacted my Hubby after he had posted on his wrestling message board about Britney Spears and our experiences with infertility and pregnancy loss.

Well, on February 28th, my last day officially working from home, E and I wanted to get the boys together for a playdate in the afternoon. So, Chris and I headed over to her house around 4 pm and we walked over to the train station to watch the trains (see post Christopher Fridays: Train Spotting and Dolphin Jumping). The plan was to order pizza when we got back to her house after watching the trains for a while, by which time Hubby and J would be home from work and we could eat together. But, on the walk over to the trainstation, E asked me to wait a second - she found $10 on the ground. We looked around and absolutely no one was there - no one we could spot who would have dropped the money. About a block further, I stopped short and found $20 on the ground. We looked around again - yet again, no one close who could have dropped the cash. So, E decided that we should use the money for paying for dinner. There was no way we could find who lost it, so we might as well use it.

...So, we did use it for dinner and only paid for the tip.

However, I felt bad about it the entire time. What if the person who dropped it really needed the cash? What if they didn't have enough to make ends meet - and we used their cash on something frivilous that we could have afforded ourselves? What if the cash meant not being able to feed his/her child?

Of course, it could have been lost by someone who was just going to spend it on something as frivilous as our pizza for dinner. But, who could tell us that? No one was around to could have said the money was their's.

Then, last Friday, I stopped to get gas on my way in to work. The Shell station on the GSP is still the only station that still had Regular for $2.28 a gallon, so I was going to fill up the tank since my car was about to sound the idiot bell for being low on gas. When I asked the attendant to fill it up with Regular (nope, we don't pump our gas in NJ), he told me that they were out of Regular. I watched as several people left the gas station in a huff because the station was out of Regular and went next door to the Exxon station (although their price for regular was the same price at the Plus at the Shell station). So, I decided I might as well get the Plus - the cost for the Plus was still cheaper than the Regular at most of the area gas stations. When the attendant returned with my receipt, he had given me the Plus for the price of the Regular - and had walked away before I could thank him! I managed to save a few dollars on the tank of gas.

So, I decided that - since I had saved at least $40 on various things last week - that I needed to give that money back somewhere. So, I dontated more than the $40 saved to the March of Dimes this week for their Annual Prematurity Drive.

I hope the money I saved last week goes to some good use now....and maybe a few of us can donate to those babies who need it too.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Maybe I just wasn't ready for my Angel Babies

I decided I need to stop car-pooling to work with our System's Administrator for a while. I haven't come out and flatly told him that yet - just made some excuses for right now about needing to do some things at night (I will fess up soon though - I don't want to be bitchy about it since he is a nice person). We have car-pooling since January 2006 to save on gas money since gas has been so expensive (and his house is on my way to work anyway). But, I have always done my best thinking in the car and carpooling 1) does not allow me to think freely since you are usually talking about stupid stuff to pass the time and 2) it adds time on to my commute since I detour off my route. I think, for me, not having that hour-ish commute in and home alone this past year has been costly to me emotionally - I would have rathered paid more for the gas than the emotional pitfalls is caused.

Anyways, last week was just BEAUTIFUL here in the NorthEast! I went out walking almost every day - it was warm, sunny (except for a little scattered rain and snow flurries) and perfect for walking! I ended up walking three miles on Friday instead of the two I normally walk just because it was too georgous to be inside (and I don't have a window in my office). I really have missed walking over the winter - I never realized how much it helped my mood until now.

I have been walking with my new XM portable player and while walking, I end up listening to a station called The Message. Last year I was walking with nothing - but, now that I have the portable player, I can take it with me when I want to. This particular station is mix of Christian and positive popular music from the '80's through now - and it nice to listen to. Positive and uplifting - delivering messages I think I need to hear (this is not to say, of course, I still don't have my '80's hair metal and club music playing in my car! I still love that stuff - even though I am dating myself!).

So, I drove home from work on Thursday with the windows rolled down and Dirty Vegas and Daft Punk blaring through the open windows. This is something I don't normally do - I am usually too worried about my hair getting messed up (obsessive, no??). I felt like such a club chick again. But, lately, I really don't care if my hair gets messed up by the wind. I don't care if people don't like what I am listening too. Frankly, I don't care what other people think anymore. This is MY life and I don't want to be confined by what others think. I want what I want - and that is to love my family, love myself and if I am lucky enough, have another child to add to the love I have to give.

So, it occurred to me on this ride home that maybe - JUST maybe - I wasn't ready for our angel babies to be with us...

What an admission to make.

But, I think I needed to slow down -- stop worrying about things I can't control and what other people thought of me and my life. I needed to reclaim my soul and my spirit in order to be a better mommy, a better wife, a more complete person. Unfortuntely for me, I needed such tough signs (meaning my miscarriages) for me to slow down and turn inward and reevaluate what I have been doing to myself. But, the message has finally come across - and I am grateful.

How could I have been a good mommy to these angel babies and to Chris if I couldn't be kind and true to myself?

I have worked to hard to reclaim so much of myself since December - and starting the Lexapro/Xanex was a stop-gap to allow the real healing to begin. I have rediscovered my precious time with Chris and my family and the time with them that matters the most. I have reestablished my friendships that I didn't think I had time for anymore and I am enjoying the "girl times" of high school and college again. I have rediscovered interests I have always had and burried because I didn't "have time" for them. I have begun to live in the moment more and let things that don't matter as much just roll off my back.

These are things I just couldn't have done if I kept banging my head against the wall, TTC a child my body just couldn't carry at the time and my soul probably wasn't truly ready for.

Now that I have a new mindset - and made time for myself - maybe it will be different trying again. I am hoping June could be a good time to start again - but, that all depends upon the doctor appointments coming up. I have to have my thyroid levels rechecked and see what is happening with them (I think I will be starting meds to lower my TSH levels). I have to see if I can come off Xanex (which I have actually gone a few days without now here and there...and when I do feel I need to take it, it is less than half of what I started on) and either come off Lexapro completely or maybe switch to something safer to TTC on.

But, I am not going to push things either. I am not going to beat myself up if I am not physically or emotionally ready to come off Lexapro or Xanex. I am not going to beat myself up is I am still TTC past age 35. I am not going to worry anymore about the age gap between Chris and another baby - a gap I never felt I wanted. I will let a new life come to me - to us - when it is the right time...if it is ever the right time.

I do have to admit (** blush **) that the yoga, guided imagery and reading have all helped so much to start overcoming the anxiety I have lived with so long... I feel like a dork for having poo-poo'ed it for so long. Hubby has tried to get me to try it for quite some time - but I had to come around to these techniques on my own.

Live and learn, right?

But, I have learned and that is what is important now. I wasted time, but will no longer waste time. I want Chris to have sweet memories of a happy childhood and a happy mommy - and that is what he can have now. If more should come, then it will just add to the happiness.

Of course, I want to keep sharing my journey - I called up this morning to participate in a study about perinatal loss a doctoral student at NYU is conducting. I am still going to partipate in pregnancy/child loss rememberance walks and donate money to the March of Dimes. These things are all important to me - education and support are key to letting people know how loss affects us. But, my losses are not going to define who I am anymore - they are just a part of who I am now.

All of these positive changes in my mindset are not to say there will be other pitfalls - I am sure there will be. But, I am beginning to handle them better now...not jump to an anxiety-driven, wrong conclusion. I am not falling apart when something goes wrong. And, not losing it feels good - feels like I used to feel before this whole mess started.

Remember Homework assignment: Name Your "Failures"? This list doesn't seem as important anymore...

So, here is a song I just heard today that kinda sums up how I feel right now... Enjoy!

No More, No Less
by MercyMe

I'm not trying to hide anything
I wear it on my sleeve
I wear it on my sleeve
I'm not trying to be something I'm not
This is all I've got
This is all I've got
I'm not trying to re-invent the wheel
Just trying to be real
Trying to be real
I'm not trying to say follow me
I'm not the one who leads
I'm not the one who leads

Let me introduce myself to you
This is who I am
No more, no less
I am just a man who understands
Because of You I'm blessed
No more, no less

I'm not trying to prove anything
It's all about the change
It's all about the change

I hope you stare just long enough to see
The heart that's beating here inside of me
Beyond all the things you may think you know
I'm just a kid trying to make it home, that's it
No more, no less
Lord, I want to go home
Nothing more, nothing less

Monday, March 05, 2007

Barren Bitches Book Brigade #2: Children of Men

I decided to participate a book tour (after years of starting and never finishing books!) to discuss the novel "Children of Men" by P.D. James. The topic of infertility, of course, was interesting. But, the plotline of global infertility really made me curious about how the topic of infertility would be handled in the book. There is a movie of the book now. However, after reading the book and knowing that some of the plotlines have been changed in the new movie version, I have no plans to see the movie.

There are 22 questions presented by the readers in the book tour. We get to choose 5 questions to address per blog. Below are my answers. Please feel free to comment and discuss your opinions.
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1. Though there are interesting female characters in the forefront of the novel, the cast of thousands of infertile women in the background are portrayed as crazy, desperate, and delusional. Did you feel P.D. James captured the emotions of infertility or do you think she merely repeated the image presented in the general media--infertile women are desperate and single-minded and obsessed with babies and pregnancy?

No, I don't feel she did a good job. Infertility is dealt with in so, so many ways (all you have to do is read through five to ten blogs to see how some handle it with humor, some handle it with anger and rage), there can never really be a "stereotype" of how women react. Would we put a stereotype on people who suffer with cancer? No. I am sure there are women out there who deny their infertility and act the way these women did in the book - but there are many more who deal with infertility and have themselves a little more "together" than to walk around with kittens in a stroller on their way to baptize them.

Besides, the author could never really get into the real "feel" of what we go through with the scope of the novel the way it was -- this novel did not focus on the infertility, but how infertility was dealt with in the gobal society. I don't think the novel ever really intended to cover what individual women go through with infertility - and I don't see how it could either.

My life dealing with IF does not really coincide with the author's image of it in the novel. Although there were times when I felt desperate to have a child (really, before I finally conceived my son), I doubt I would have pushed around a kitten in a stroller to satisfy the want of having a child.


5. In Chapter 7, Jasper Palmer-Smith says to Theo within a tyrade about society, "Now, for the rest of our lives, we're going to be spared the intrusive barbariam of the young, their noise, their pounding, repetitive, computer-produced so-called music, their violence, their egotism disguised as idealism. My God, we might even succeed in getting rid of Christmas, the annual celebration of parental guilt and juvenile greed."How do you feel about this statement? Do you agree in certain respects with it (and the rest of his statements, not quoted here)? Do you think this has become a true generalization of the youth in America today? If you have children now, how do you plan to raise your children so that this statement does not pertain to them? If you do not yet have children, how would you parent your children so that this description does not fit them?

In a way, I do agree with the statement.

When I am out with Chris and I publically reprimand him for something (say, I tell him he either has to sit in the high chair at a restaurant or we have to leave the restaurant if he is going to continue to whine to get out - and we do leave if he does not stop), I get stared at as if to say, "Holy cow! She really followed through with her consequences!" People are astounded that I really do what I threaten - and none of my punishments need to be physical to get my point across (although, I think a slap on the hiney if Chris was about to run out into the street with a car coming is not unreasonable).

There was a time I was out shopping with my mom (when I was still expecting Chris) and this lady followed us throughout the store with her two screaming kids in the cart. She gave them no real punishment, no real parenting. By the time we left the store, my mother and I had a twitch - and the kids were still crying. That is not appropriate - and, in the end, what benefit does it have for the kids?

There are good children out there in the world - polite, sweet, loving. But, there are also more children now who are rude, expect they deserve things, have no respect for others and their property, and the laws that govern our society. I am tired of people (and I won't just pin this on the young because I see people my age doing it too) just bolting out in between the cars, expecting you to stop for them - or, better yet, never even bothering to look that a car is coming in the first place and just step out expecing you to stop! I can't stand those sneakers with the built-in rollerskates and the kids who crash into you with them on (and the parents who look at you as if YOU should have moved!). I can't take the "I need" attitudes about cars, iPods, cell phones and Playstations. What happened to working for what you get?

Chris is being raised "old school" - He has to say "Please" and "Thank you" for things. He has to say "Good bye" when we are leaving. He does not just get something when we are out at the store. He has to clean up his toys (or at least help) when he is done playing. We leave parties if he has to take a nap. I want him to be polite, have manners, be kind and loving. But, I also want him to be able to stand up for himself when he needs to. I won't allow him to just expect that he will get something because he wants it. I think that just leads to false expectations of your future.


8. What do you think is the significance of the fact that the two people who are finally able to conceive are both considered "flawed?" (Luke had epilepsy and Julian had a deformed hand)

I think it this part of the novel is very "real" - and for a variety of reasons.

It speaks about how our society has become in the past few decades - how the "pretty people's" children will be beautiful and how the "pretty people" will succeed in life, and will be more accepted, more popular, more perfect. I think it was Conan O'Brien who had the skit on late-night TV where they mash the likings of Billy Bob Thorton with Angelia Jolie and come up with a weird, baboon-like child concoction on the computer? What does that say about how we view people? Strangers still look at special needs children as the thorn in society - even with the efforts of mainstreaming the "trainable" children, these children are still not always accepted for who they are but what they look like.

I am sure I am going to offend someone in the blogosphere for this, but I find it disheartening when people choose to go through IVF specifically so they can have beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, unflawed children (and of a specific gender, of course) who will do excellent at math, science, literature, who will excel in school and have a great career, who will always be let into the elite programs, etc.

All I want is another child - and there are other women who just want one child to love and hold. What right do we have to "shop" for a child like we do for packaged meat?

No one is "perfect" when having a child (physically or emotionally) - and, sometimes, those who are not deemed as "physically the best" can be emotionally the best at parenting. Julian (and Luke) did what was best for the child - not for the power or prestige of being the first to usher in a new generation of children. With how society became after the Omega, there were not many genuine, perfect people left to "parent" the "new world". I think it was rather fitting that someone who loved the child for the right reasons was the first to bring new life into the world.


17. James' book makes much of the role of history--what should be (and so, is) kept and what should be discarded. These concerns seem a question never far from the handling of infertility and loss--how we reckon with our bodies' past failures, what we carry of that into our daily lives, and what we choose, instead, to put away. James' character Theodore writes in his diary of the "half-demented women" who fawn over dolls as replacement children in this invented, infertile world, but in our real world, infertiles are often cast as desparate, insane, ready to look madly for any replacement for a child. How, then, do we make known an "appropriate" history, of our hopes and failures and losses as we struggle to make a child when the body--and seemingly, at times, whole world won't allow it? How do we keep more than we lose, keep more than we hide, deeply, away?

I think part of the answer is education - just like how education has given more liberation to those who suffer from AIDS and AIDS related illnesses, and those who suffer through cancer.

Blogs such as ours, message boards, books, articles, conferences, news segments - all of these venues are appropriate paths to making a new history for infertile women or women who suffer through pregnancy loss. No one can begin to understand what we go through until we are willing to come out of the shadows and TELL PEOPLE how we really feel, what we really go through emotionally and physically to have a child - which is something that comes easily to most women.

And, I think women who really do suffer with IF need to be willing to stant up for themselves when other women start whining they have not become PG in three months time (or similar scenarios that we have all heard first-hand) - that is not suffering with infertility. Not being able to conceive for months and months on end, years and years on end - who's marriages, other relationships, jobs, lives suffer because of it - is what real infertility is. It is not a "club" to join. It is not a "popular" thing to have to suffer through.


19. In the book, there is a passage (Chapter 16, p 116) in which Theo describes the majority of the population's attitude towards intercourse. With the decline of humanity's fertility, there is also a decline in the physical pleasure of intercourse. The State has to actively encourage pornography to get people to "enjoy" sex. In the novel Theo assumes that because people are freed from the act of trying to conceive, people should be "liberated" and more uninhibited, yet the very opposite happened. Sex becomes synonymous with comfort rather than physical pleasure-in fact, it's relayed that women associate sex with physical pain rather than pleasure. As infertiles, the very act of intercourse suddenly and irreversibly has a different meaning for us-especially those of us who have been raised in religious faiths which stress that sex is for the main purpose of conceiving children. So, here's my question.........how has infertility affected sex for you? How has it affected your relationship with your spouse or partner? And, how have you worked through those feelings?

Infertility has had a positive yet negative affect on our sexual life.

On the positive side, since I don't ovulate on my own and you need to ovulate to get PG, avoiding pregnancy with birth control has not been necessary - so, we save money on condoms, the pill, etc. We just don't need it and don't have to worry about it. So, the "Oh, stop. We need to put a condom on" times are non-existent, making sex a little more spontaneous and worry-free.

But, on the negative side, it becomes very hard to distinguish the difference between "pleasurable" sex and "necessary" sex. When you have to live your life depending upon when you are going to ovulate (via OPKS, the wandings, the bloodwork) and when the best time for intercourse would be to catch the egg, spontanity is out the door and the act becomes full-time employment. That view of sex - as work - is something that can begin to eat away at a marriage.

Hubby and I handled the issues by being open about what we need and want in that part of our relationship, and how we are going to go about changing the "ritual" sex. It took us a while to change our mindset away from TTC to just having sex for sex sake - but it is possible to do.

Also, by taking such a long break from TTC and beginning to straighten out other lingering issues due to my pregnancy losses, we were able to have sex only for pleasure again - and it has become like a second honeymoon. There is no pressure to time it right, to make sure everything is done right, etc. It is what it is, and it is in the moment.
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Intrigued by this book tour and want to read more about Children of Men? Hop along to more stops on the Barren Bitches Book Tour by visiting the master list at Stirrup Queens (http://stirrup-queens.blogspot.com/). Want to come along for the next tour? Sign up begins today for tour #3 ( The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger) and all are welcome to join along. All you need is a book and blog.

Friday, March 02, 2007

2007 Compassionate Friends Compassionate Employers Awards

Wanted to share with everyone that my employers were recognized as one of the 2007 Compassionate Friends Compassionate Employers Awardees.

See the links here (my employers are listed first for New Jersey):

Press Release: Compassionate Friends Compassionate Employers (PDF file)

List of 2007 Compassionate Employers

It is was very nice to be able to thank them for everything they have done over the past year and a half - and they were quite honored for Hubby and I to even think of them.

Means so much when someone cares what you are going through...

Christopher Fridays: Train Spotting and Dolphin Jumping

Since I missed last Friday's Christopher Friday post, I will give you a double-shot post and let you know what Chris is up to (other than the hacking cough from his latest cold).

Dolphin Jumping:


Chris has a new best friend....

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Chris has never really been attached to anything (except for his bink, which even that is starting to go away a bit now) until last week. Once morning, he came out of his room and walked over to where we keep his bath toys. He picked up his dolphin water squirter, which my MIL bought on vacation in 2005, and said, "Oh, Hiiiii!!!" and it has been his pal ever since.

Dolphin must go on car rides, play trains, eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with Chris. Dolphin must go to bed and nap with Chris. Dolphin must go on the potty with Chris. About the only place Dolphin does not go is nursery school. Of all the things Chris has, he had to pick a $3 water squirter from the Point Pleasant Aquarium! Who knew???

....Guess he gets his "low maintenance" from me. :)


Train Spotting:

On Wednesday, in honor of it being my last official work from home day, I decided to play "hookie" a bit in the late afternoon. E and I have been trying to get the boys to play together once a week (Matthew has a little bit of a "sharing" issue - he doesn't want to share at all, so she is trying to break that with play dates), so we decided to take Chris and Matthew over to the train station to watch the trains. The weather was too nice to stay inside anyway.

Matthew watches the trains often since J takes the train into NYC for work - but this was Chris' first time up on the train platform. This pic is a sample pic of the platform - the one we went to has the trains pass East and West from either side, so you are right in the middle of the trains passing:

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Chris was in absolute awe of the trains! He and Matthew sat there with their cookies, trying to spot the next rain coming. It was so much fun to watch them with such wonder and amazement.

Chris would say to me, "Look! It's a nice train!" ever time he saw a new one coming. He loved when they stopped and he watched some people come off the train and other people board it. And, better than just watching one train was seeing two trains passing in the opposite directions at high speed!

It was great to watch Chris have so much fun...and I have a feeling we will be spending many nights there during the spring and summer. I am sure I will have many pics to share!

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Happy Blogaversary!!!

Well, today's post marks one year of writing and blogging...which is a huge feat for me! As I have said before here, I am not a writer - especially my own baggage. But, this has been a very theraputic process for me now, and I am glad I stuck with it for a year. Guess we will see where this leads me...

My mood and outlook has certainly changed so much over the past few weeks - between the counseling, the meds and the relaxation (yoga and guided imagery), people on the "outside" are starting to tell me I am more cheerful, more relaxed, funnier again.

For example, on Tuesday before I left for the day and work from home the next, I realized we had two reports due on Friday to the NSF. As background, the NSF changed their protocol in December (of course, without notifying us first) on when reports are due - so, now we can no longer submit a report before its' due date. And, we have a three month window of when we can submit the report: either on its' due date or within three months of the due date so it is not considered late (which, in essence makes the later date the real due date....gotta love the federal goverment for this one!). So, I sent out a reminder to two of our Associate Directors that we needed to scramble to get the reports done. But, for some reason, the date didn't seem right - and when I checked again, I realized we had 3 months from Friday to submit the report. I resent the message saying to disregard the first message.

First thing I noticed is that I didn't freak out when I first thought the reports were due on Friday. I was like, oh well. They will get done when they get done.

Then, I get the following in my e-mail from one of the Associate Directors:
"Good! The new Chris, light in weight, light of heart."
So, people are noticing the changes.

I like this particular Associate Director's outlook on life: "Is anyone sick or dying? No? Then, why freak out about it."

That is how I want to live my life now - in the now, not fretting over things I just can't change. I think I am starting to really get it.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Random thoughts while walking

I told myself a while ago that if it broke 35 degrees outside, I would go walking. Well, it was about 41-42 degrees, so I figured I better get my fanny out there and hit the track.

While I was out there, some random thoughts came to me - they usually do while I am walking, especially when I am the only one out there. Here is what was running through my head today...
  1. Next time I go out walking, I better remember to charge my portable XM Radio receiver first thing in the morning. I didn't realize that it held a charge for so little time (I charged it last week - thought it might work more like a cell phone battery - NOT!). So, I walked with my earbuds in and no music. *roll eyes here* Well, it wasn't bad though...it was like my usual walks: quiet and peaceful. That is why I go out and walk the two miles anyway, right? Peace and quiet.
  2. Apparently the University cannot figure out how to drain the track properly - they put in an astro-turf section in a quarter of the field last summer and since then, the water pools everywhere. One of the drains is even half out of the ground. Can you say it was WET out there?!?!?! That's okay - I got my new walking sneakers dirty last week walking in the snow anyway - I figured the pools of water would wash some of that off (it did - smarty me!). So, you are probably asking: Did she play in the puddles???? You betcha!!! It was great - like I was playing mudpies in my old backyard when I was only 5 years old. Talk about getting back to nature... It was kinda neat, though, to watch the pools randomly streaming and pooling and streaming again in various spots of the track- random, yet calming to watch (minus the rocks of calm stream or a high waterfall).
  3. I think the loud, repeating quacking of the Canadian geese means, "You mean to tell me that freakin' beotch is out here walking and disturbing our meal again??" Every time I rounded the last quarter of the track, the huge flock (and I mean huge - like 50 of them!) of geese would start their loud, nasty quacking and would shift direction away from me. I think they were high-5'ing each other when they saw me leave the track. Better start wearing a cap outside or else I am going to get pelted when they fly off... EWWWWW!
  4. Two miles just doesn't take that long anymore - I am out of the building, walking over to the track, walking my two miles and back in forty-five minutes. Maybe, when it is not as wet outside, I might lengthen the walk to 2 1/2 or 3 miles...
  5. Sometimes, when trying to cross the street to get back to my side of the campus, people are actually willing to stop and let you cross. Usually, even though there are clearly marked cross-walks for the University population to cross at, the cars going flying by and rarely stop to let the pedestrians have the right of way (if they do, you usually get "the bird"). Some nice student did today for a change - which was nice, but I won't get used to it.
  6. Lastly, I realized that my fits of anxiety are starting to get a little less now... I have stayed consistently on .25 mg of Xanex at night ever since 1-2 weeks before my appointment with Dr. McC on February 15th and even with that low dose, I am constantly oversleeping my alarm in the morning (I can't tell you the last time I did that). When I do, I don't find myself freaking out like I was before - I just hop in the shower, get dressed, eat breakfast. If I am a few minutes late for work, no one asks "What happened? Why were you late?" Not sure why they would ask anyway, since no one ever shows up before 8:30 am except for me. I still am getting the achy-skin feelings toward the end of the day, but even that is subsiding some now and is not as frequent... If I keep this up, maybe - just maybe - I can start cutting back on the meds and consider those three little letters again (I mean TTC...shhhhh! Don't want to talk too soon!). We shall see... Maybe summertime might be a nice time to try...
Now, I have to see if I can manage to sneak out tomorrow when I am home and Chris is at nursery school.... HeeHee! Supposed to be a lovely one tomorrow and no way I am going to miss that!

Monday, February 26, 2007

Where is your "Safe Place"?

I finally started using a guided imagery CD last week - I am a little behind on getting to do this since Hubby was going to order the cd's I wanted as MP3's and put them on the iPod (uh, never ever leave this to the men!) ...But, of course, I am still waiting for that...

Anyways, on this particular CD is aimed at relieving anxiety and has three different exercises: one for general relaxation, one for calming the mind about specific life events that you still get upset about and the last for attaining qualities in yourself that you would like to either gain or enhance (still have to listen to this one). I have used the first exercise several times now - and the key goal is relaxing using the image (or images, if you have more than one) of a place you found the most peace in your life, the "safest place" you feel you can go to in your mind.

I suppose this is hard for some people to do - but my image came very quick. The pics below are not of the specific place, but they are very close to what I have in my mind and can remember from my time spent there:

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The place I picture the safest and calmest is from the family vacation home of a pal in college. It was located in a beautiful (and PRICEY) area of the NJ Shore and the reason we went there was not the most usual of circumstances...

When I was in my Junior and Senior years of college, the girls I had dormed with for two years and I rented a house about 2 blocks away from campus - it was a georgeous house (would have been even better if someone could have restored it to its glory days), in among the other college student houses and the "townies" (or, better put, the real residents of the town). We knew quite a few of the student houses on the block and the neighboring blocks (you get to know lots of people on the college party circuit!). Speficially, two houses down the hill from us, on the first of three floors of the house, were friends of ours - guys we partied with, were buddies with since Freshman year in our psych major (although not all of us were left as psych majors at that point).

In November 1994, seven months before graduation, I could see out the window of my evening class, which was held on Tuesday nights at 7:00 pm on the fifth floor of the main class building, the biggest blaze up in the hills of the campus - A bright red, orange and yellow blaze that lit up the entire view of the upper campus. The fire was located right where our house was! I raced from class, as did a classmate who lived on the same block as me, running into people telling me it was our house, telling her it was her house. I was in a panic - all of my things were on the third floor and I would have nothing left! When I approached where the blockades were, I had one hell of a time getting up to my house - finally, one of my housemates saw me and told the firemen I lived there, and they let me in. I was very relieved to find it was not, in fact, my house. But it was the house of our friends.

The bulk of the night was spent watching the firemen dowse our house and the house in between with water, as the wind carried the flames closer to them. We were told at one point to go into our houses and collect the things most dear to us, just in case the two houses went up with the one on fire. Up in the hills of campus, there was almost always a breeze unless it was in the middle of the summer, and this night was certainly not a calm one. We rushed in and were allowed about 20 minutes - I can't really remember now what I grabbed...maybe some pictures, my address book, some stuffies that Hubby had given to me, a change of clothes. All I know it was all in my back-pack. We were ordered out via the PA system and spent the rest of the evening standing, waiting, and watching our friends crying.

The placed burned to the ground. By midnight, the fire trucks started to pull away, the fire finally out and no longer risking igniting our house. We breathed a huge sigh of relief, but then realized our friends had no where to go. Some ended up staying with us, some left with other friends, some left the campus completely - but all were to come back the next day to start trying to sift through the ashes of what was left.

Our friend were able to salvage some things, but not much. Mostly larger items - things that were not water-logged or charred or stunk of fire. The girls on the two floors above them had nothing left. The entire third floor was gutted and only the charred framing remained. What our friends were able to salvage, we allowed them to keep in our house in the basement until they could find a place to go for the rest of the year. Some decided to go back into University housing - some re-grouped and found a new place to live. What a way to end your college career.

...Getting back to the pictures now, one of the guys had a family vacation home at the Jersey Shore. To thank my housemates and I for doing so much to help them - not just storage or housing wise, but emotionally too since we where there for them the entire time - we were invited to spend the weekend at the vacation home. They tried to make a public thank you via the media since the media descended upon the fire like, well, wildfire. Campus news made huge town news, after all. But the media didn't find the "thank you" newsworthy. So, they asked us to spend the weekend with them at the house, to thank us the best they could.

We went in April 1995 - it was one of those transitional weekends, where the days were warmer and clear, but the nights were colder and overcast. But, it was perfect - quiet, serene, desolate. The house was amazing - huge, comfortable, well kept, open and inviting. We spent the weekend talking, remincsing, horsing around, studying, partying (how could a weekend in college go without partying, right?).

I spent so many hours out on the beach that weekend - thinking about graduation, what I was going to do afterwards, what was going on with Hubby (at the time, we were not communicating well - what do you want for a long-distance relationship?), what was going to happen in my life.
I was out on the rocks, like you can see in the first picture, as the waves started to crash in. The sky was an amazing shade of pale baby blue, a few wind-swept clouds here and there. It was peaceful and amazing- and a place I long to go back to.

Unfortunately, we lost touch with the guys - which is a shame, since some of them live somewhat close by to myself and my bestest girlfriend from college. But, time and distance changes those college friendships and the ones you thought were close ones don't always end up being the ones that last in the end. I have never been to that house again - and, although I go to the Jersey shore every year for vacation with the family, 1) I have never since found a place as peaceful and beautiful at the beach as that weekend and 2) I have not been left alone long enough to have that feeling of serenity and calm return like that weekend. I know I could find that house if I tried, although I am sure the owners would not be happy with me knocking on their door!

But, at least I can still go there in my mind....and I have found a little peice of it again, to enjoy over and over and escape to when I need it...

Friday, February 23, 2007

The kindness of strangers

I will get to my Christopher Friday post later on today... But had to post this first because it was one of the most caring things that has happened to us in a while...and something worth sharing.

One of the things that has been "robbed" from me through trying to grieve my babies is a universal trust of others - as I have mentioned before, I had a pretty good amount of support after my November 2005 miscarriage, but after my March 2006 loss, that support was spread much thinner. Apparently I was a "pro" at miscarriage now and I didn't need as much support. But, I really can't fault anyone for that - it is hard enough for people to support you when they don't know what it is like to miscarry at all. But, it is even harder to support someone who now has the title "Habitual Aborter" medically assigned to them - most women don't get to have this title, just like most women don't have the title "infertile" (although, I get to have that one to - YEAH ME!). What do you say to someone when you have not idea what they are going through?

Through that experience, I have kind of shielded my real feelings from others in real life - I did not look for support when I needed it most, and I pushed others away when I should have reached out to them. But, how could I reach out to them when they just didn't seem to understand or care?

Do you remember my post from May 2006 called Caring from some obscure places? One of the students who worked for me in the summer of 2003 (before I got PG with Chris) as a program assistant called and left a message on our work answering machine wishing me a Happy Mother's Day, after I was virtually ignored by Hubby's family for the day. It was a show of caring that I never expected - and truly lifted my spirit at that time.

Well, something similar happened again yesterday....and from definitely an obscure place.

Hubby LOVES (and did I mention LOVES!!!!) professional wrestling. If he had had his way when he was young, he would have wrestled in school (but, because he mother didn't want to sign any form that required her to release liability from the school if he got injured/killed, he could not do what he really wanted)....and, now, that love could be turning into a potential career change (much more on that later - it is REALLY cool!). So, of course, he belongs to a few message boards about wrestling.

Yesterday, there was a lot of Britney Spears bashing going on across the wrestling boards (as I am sure it is going on all over the place). Now, Hubby and I are not fans of hers at all (although I will admit here that I have her first CD) - but, we do feel bad that she has messed her life so much (a life that has been blessed with so much potential), and that eventually, if she doesn't get the help she needs now, that the mayhem will be passed down to her children. Her children, after all, are the most important factors in all of this turmoil. She needs to face her demons and reclaim her life for her children.

Well, Hubby posted something similar in response to the posts he was seeing - he was tired of seeing a young child (and we say young child here because she never really had a childhood after striking it big!) bashed left and right, her privacy not being respected. He posted about how the children need to be the focus because there are some of us in this world who so long for a healthy child (or, another healthy child in our case) and how it just seems impossible for that to happen for us. It just breaks our hearts to see these children have to live such lives when there are people out there who would just love to show these children more: More love, more life, more understanding.

When he checked back on the boards a few hours later, he received the following response. He felt I needed to see it because he knows how cold I have become to trusting others and trusting in God for answers. I am stripping out all personal identifiers, of course, since Hubby does not know this woman nor her husband, which is the person to have sent Hubby's original post to this woman:
"Hi man,

My name is YYY and I am XXX's wife. I hope you don't mind my writing to you but he showed me your post and it really touched me.

I don't know if this will help but I wanted to tell you not to lose faith about having another child.

My mother was never supposed to have children due to several "female" conditions. And my father was almost completely sterile. They were married 8 years when they had me and when I was 2, they struggled in vain to have another child. My mom was totally heart broken. After several years, she came to terms with the fact that I'd be the only kid they'd have. But when I was 12 and she was 37, my brother was born.....not planned, not expected, but in God's perfect timing all the same.

My dad was 45 and joked he'd be ready to retire during my brother's senior year of High school. We always wondered why in the world that God spaced us out so far and didn't send my brother when my parents longed so much to have him.

In 1995, we found out. When my brother was 5, my dad had his first stroke...renal cancer and back surgery followed in addition to several mini strokes. My brother is 17 now and is 6'4 weighing in at 220. My dad is 6'7 and weighs 280 and confined to a wheelchair after becoming totally disabled in 1999. My brother came when he did because God knew what was down the road for our family. My brother helps around the house, picks Daddy up when he falls and helps him maneuver in and out of his chair.

I don't mean to bore you with my life story, but I just wanted you to know that God's answer to you may not be "no" but just "not yet".

Please tell your wife to have faith. My brother is proof that God hands you blessings when you least expect them.

You will be in our prayers and I wish you both the best.

YYY"
Such a selfless message can mean so much. And, quite a lesson for me to see. I still have that little voice in the back of my head that says, "You need to be off these meds so you can try again." But, the more I hear those voices, the longer the road to actually coming off the meds seems. I know I have to totally put TTC on the back-burner and live in the now, feel better about myself, become whole again. But, it is so much easier said than done.

But, these messages - the ones that come without warning, without strings attached - are nice reminders of what I need to let go of...and put back into God's hands.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Resolving yesterday's pity party

Ah... It broke 35 degrees today (okay, better than that, it went up to about 46 degrees! Yeah!), so I was able to get out and walk again. Double Yeah!

Since my XM Radio was not charged enough to listen to music on my walk (gotta remember to do that in the mornings before I walk), I walked as I usually do - no music, just me and the track (minus the butterflies and adding the Canadian geese). It was nice to get out there again - even though I was getting my new sneakers kinda dirty with the melted snow and mud left from last week's "snow storm." Someone else apparently had the same idea as me - in certain spots, I was able to walk in someone else's show tracks through the snow patches. I walked my two miles, kinda sliding in some spots...thinking it would be rather amusing if I came back to my office from walking with a wet ass if I fell in the slop. Good thing I change before going out...

Anyways, before I digress any further, I had an hour to re-think and resolve my little pity party from yesterday's post (see Hosting yet another pity-party). I feel much better about it today - and here's why:

Sure, I feel cheated out of all the pink, frilly things that mothers get when they are expecting a girl. I would have loved receiving pink blankets, white tights with the lace booties, hair ribbons. I would have loved the girlie toys, like the strollers, the dolls.

But, way more than that, I feel cheated out of the love and lives my angel babies would have shared with me, with us as a family.

It is very important to distinguish the difference.

For the "stuff factor," I had a beautiful baby shower when I was expecting Chris - my FIL hand-made the characters standing around my chair (he made the scale-version of the nursery-rhymn characaters that were on the shower invitations), which now adorn the walls of Chris' room.

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My MIL crocheted a lovely blanket for the baby (who we did not yet know would be a boy), which Chris snuggles up to every night as he sleeps.

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There were at least 40 people there to share in my joys, fears, and excitements over our first baby. And, I received almost everything I needed to welcome him comfortably into this world. I did receive so many cute outfits - unisex, but cute none-the-less. I received so many cute toys, memory books, and the like. It was perfect.

So, I cannot sit here and whine the day away as everyone buys pink things for Suzi for her shower. It is not the stuff that matters....it is the life being brought into this world that is important. It is the babies who cannot be here with me that I miss, not the pink things I probably should have been folding in October 2006 when my baby girl would have been due.

Making that distinction is very important to me - it centers where my feelings sit right now.

I want another child - no matter boy or girl. I want another healthy to share our lives with, our love with. And, healing from my losses and my anxieties will be the only way I can finally try to make that happen.

...And, no longer hosting the pity parties is the first step.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Hosting yet another pity-party

Well, I found myself hosting another (private) pity-party last night... Kinda felt like an ass afterwards, but I am sure I am not the only one who would have thought the same way yesterday if it had come up.

We are prepping for Suzi's baby shower on March 3rd. She is having a baby girl - which is great, except that knowing this baby is going to be a girl is now bringing up the reminders of the baby I lost in March 2006... A baby girl.

My MIL was showing me last night all the things she bought for the baby so far: Daddy's Litle Girl bibs, pink receiving blankets, pink onesies, pink sleepers, and so on and so forth. All very precious and beautiful and perfect, except for one small detail...

....I should have been the recipient of such gifts in October 2006.

Selfish, no?

My last miscarriage is the only miscarriage where a gender was determined. Of course, Dr. W at the MFM clinic said that testing on the POC (products of conception) in early m/c's can be incorrect when it comes to finding out the gender because maternal blood, etc. can be mixed in from the d&c and can be misinturpretted as a "healthy female." But, I feel in my heart that the test was right and the baby I lost was in fact a healthy female.

I hate these reminders.... And hate even more that they have to come up when they shouldn't - Suzi's family after all, and good family. I should be happy.

But I am not happy. I am jealous. I want two children - one boy, one girl, if possible. And, the longer I wait to TTC again, the farther that idea of hopefully having another child (and maybe a girl) seems.

This is going to be a long 2 weeks until the shower is over...

** Sigh **

I gotta stop thinking this way...

Some more prayers needed...

I could use some prayers sent out to a few people I hold near and dear:

1. A friend of Hubby's from his prior job just had a son three weeks ago. The little boy has a heart condition where the heart cannot regulate the beat - so a pacemaker is going to be put in. Please send some prayers out to the little boy and his parents. They are great, great people.

2. A few of the ladies in my BG's could use some prayers right now, for various reasons.

One of them is a continuation from my post in early December (see "A request for prayers and information for an on-line friend"). She is getting conflicting information from two MFM doctors - one is more positive than the other. Please pray for the best possible outcome for the baby.

Another is having a very hard time with the aftermath of very hard to face issues from her childhood. It is all spilling over into her life now, and she could use the support. Please pray she has the strength and courage to face her fears and find who she needs to be.

The last is another BG member who TTC #2 now and is facing IF again. Please pray her journey to #2 is much shorter this time.

3. One of our close friends is going for her beta today - some of you know her from FF to, so please keep some positive thoughts and prayers going for her today.

Thanks everyone.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Christopher Fridays: Moving Beyond Kid Songs!

For this Christopher Friday, I have started making a list of all the songs Christopher can or wants to sing... This list is way beyond your average Laurie Berkner stuff (which he loves to sing in the back of the car) and the old children's standards.

Most of these songs were learned thanks to Uncle Rogie (Hubby's cousin, Chris' Godfather and #1 perverter/co-conspirator). Then again, maybe I should not have listened to so much music (and such a wide variety of it!) on my in to work when I was PG with him... Enjoy! The list will (unfortunately) keep growing...

My Sharona by The Knack

Iron Man by Iron Maiden

We've Got The Funk by Parliament/Funkadelic (Chris started singing this one because of the Honda Odessey commercials)

I Wanna Be Sedated by The Ramones

A lot of the songs by Il Divo

The Emperor's Theme from Star Wars (this is reference to post on Chris' Easy Button)

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Homework assignment: Name Your "Failures"

"Failure is just the process we have to give our inner beings a way to tell us that we have reached a place of awareness and strength, where we are ready to move to a new level of our growth and our development."
This is the latest quote from my "For Women Who Do Too Much" calendar. And, well, it hits home right now for my latest homework assignment Dr. P gave me last night: Make a list of what I perceive as my "failures" or shortcomings in the various areas of my life: Family, friends, work, personally - and, come back with that list so we start going through it, one item at a time, to can analyze the items and help me to begin seeing that I have not failed at all.

I told him he was a very big meanie for giving me this assignment! This is going to be a tough one to deal with... It means really looking at how I think, why I think that way, and how to start learning to shut it off. I know I have to do this - I want to start overcoming my anxiety and moving on with my life. And, doing this is the only means of starting.

So, I am going to start my list here - a continuous log that I will add to when I think of the various ways I feel I have "failed" in my life, or shortchanged myself. What I am listing here are things that my logical brain knows I have not failed on, but my heart perceives them that way anyway. What I am listing are things that are way beyond my control, and my logical brain knows I could have never prevented...yet my heart is still bashing me on them. What I am listing are things I have been trying to let go, but my heart still wants me to churn over and over and over again.

Watch for changes often through my next appointment (March 8th) ....and eventually, how we manage to get my heart to be on the same page as my brain.

This is not going to a pretty post...
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List as of 3/8:

Where I have failed myself on, personally:

  • Not being able to hold a pregnancy since having Chris
  • Not being able to get pregnant on my own, even before my pregnancy with Chris
  • Not being able to give Chris a sibling
  • Not being able to grieve my losses completely and finally move on
  • Not giving or being able to give myself adaquate time for things I enjoy, and to relax
  • Not being honest with myself (and others) about how I feel
  • Not being able to say "no" to things
Where I have failed Chris:
  • Missing precious time with Chris while I was trying to figure out what was wrong with me
  • Missing time with him while I have to work
  • Not taking joy in the little things he does when I was really feeling crappy
Where I have failed my Hubby:
  • Having to rely on him more to do the things around the house I should be able to do
  • Having to rely on him so much as I address my real issues
  • Not always being there for him when he has a bad day, or things have been on his mind
  • Not always enjoying the hobbies he is in to
Where I have failed my angel babies:
  • Not praying and hoping enough for them to stay with us
  • Not enjoying the small amount of time I had carrying them
Where I have failed my family:
  • Not being able to help my parents and IL's out as much as I want to
  • Missing neices'/nephews' birthdays
  • Not speaking to my brother
Where I have failed my friends:
  • Not always being there for them when they needed it most
  • Not always having the time to just go out and have fun
  • Having to rely on them to much to vent how I feel
Where I have failed my work:
  • Sometimes not being able to organize my tasks in an orderly fashion
  • Not always having my head in the right place while doing my job
  • Feeling like my bosses cannot rely on me right now to "fix" things that go wrong
Other, more general "failures":
  • Not always keeping the house as clean as I should
  • Not getting our bedroom finished, or our kitchen re-done

Monday, February 12, 2007

I love this time of year....

....and I don't mean because it's close to Valentine's Day. It is almost St. Patrick's Day!!!

Yes, I am one for wearin' o' the green in March, since I am partly (or mostly) Irish...along with English, French, Polish, Ukrainian and German. I love the music, the food (okay, some of it anyway!), the heritage -- all of it. That is my one big wish - to someday visit Ireland. Hope Hubby gets a new job soon so we can afford it!

So, right now, my CD changer in the car is loaded with Celtic music - and a CD of Laurie Berkner (Chris has to have an alternative for the longer drives, of course). My current fav is one I just picked up over the weekend:

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The CD I am hooked on is their new one: A New Journey.

Check then out here: http://www.celticwoman.com.

Can't wait for Valentine's Day to be celebrated and over - then we are on to corned beef, soda bread, Irish music and parades. I would add beer in there too, but I became somewhat allergic to alcohol after college and if I tried to drink it, I would be sick to my stomach right away. So, I will sip my watered-down Bailey's on March 15th (after the big parade!).

Friday, February 09, 2007

Christopher Fridays: First Day of School

Christopher will be attending his first day of school on Monday. Can you believe it! Where did my baby go?

I originally planned to start him in Nursery School in January - perfect timing because the kids would be coming back from the Christmas break and it sometimes takes them a few sessions to get back into the swing of it. But, then everything kinda imploded in December and those plans got scrapped.

I decided to revisit the idea for a few reasons: First, because my mom lives about a block away from the Nursery School I wanted to send him to and second, because he needed the child interaction to boost his speech and potty training (which, BTW, he did another poopie in the potty last night. Go, boy!).

So, we went to see the Lutheran Church Nursery School on Wednesday and I was quite impressed!

When we arrived, we were the first ones there to greet the teachers - it has flurried overnight, so the other kids were late. We were welcomed right away. When the other kids arrived, they all seemed so happy to be there - talking up a storm. The kids lined up and were led into the classroom. We followed behind.

Once the kids took their coats off and hung them up in their cubbies (assisted, of course), they went off for their play session.

The Nursery Room is HUGE! It is at least 3 times the size of the Pre-K room at my old grammar school. And, the room is CLEAN, CLEAN, CLEAN! The set-up is wonderful: Play area with toys galor, all organized in easy to grab and carry crates, and kitchen play stations. The circle-time rug where they do stories/structure time is beautiful - clean and well organized. The kid-size snack/craft tables are well worn, but clean and kept orderly. Each of the 8 kids has a cubby for their coats and supplies - including change of clothes, emergency kit with food enough for 24 hours, etc. Teacher's desk right at the door - although the teachers there never sat down. The supervision is close to what we do at home - except there are more teachers than just me.

We decided to stay the entire time - and, Chris went immediately off to play with the kids the second we got there! Now, of course, I was there the entire time...so, we will see what happens when he is left on Monday for his first official day. But, he loved it and the kids accepted him right away. He was an old pro within a few minutes.

He participated in story time, snack time, craft time (from which I got my first "Mommy! Look what I did! craft - a Valentine's Day sun visor). He even asked the teachers nicely for "More, please" at snack time.

The Nursery school is either M-W or M-W-F from 9:15-11:45 am. He will be attending M-W for this Spring, then M-W-F for the Fall and following Spring. He is the youngest in this class right now - and the teacher is taking him un-pottytrained now (as long as he is in pull-ups) because my mom lives down the street from the school. Now that he has been pooing on the potty, he has been doing pretty well with not doing it in his diaper, so we had him in pull-ups most of the day the past couple of days. I hope he will be really potty-trained by the fall.

What I especially liked about the Nursery School is that, because of the very small class size, she can work with him more on getting him used to the program, what he needs to do, and work on his speech. His speech has been a concern to us for a while now - he is talking and putting simple sentances together, but he is lazy with speech because, well, Nanny and Rocky get everything for him without him asking. They don't push him to ask for things - and this teacher, like I do, will. We already have seen an improvement in his speech - last night, he said to me "Pillow! I want it there!" and placed the pillow on top of another and "went to sleep." That was a brand new sentance - well structured and clear. I am very excited.

The other thing I am excited that Chris did was wear his backpack. We bought him a small Spiderman backpack because his old tote was dying - except he never wanted to wear it on his back. He had no point of reference as to why he would wear it. Once he saw the other kids with theirs on, he wanted his on. And, he wore it for line-up time, dismissal, all the way to the car. What a big boy!

I will be at work when he goes for his first official day at school - but, my mom promised to take pics. Will post the pics of my little School Boy on Monday!

Monday, February 05, 2007

Shopping Spree!!!

So, I went on a shopping spree on Saturday at the mall - and, all by myself!!! And, with no anxiety attacks!! I really feel like I have finally made a step in the right direction, considering the last time I went shopping at the mall on New Year's Eve Day, I was crying to Hubby in Sparro's.

Anyways, with my birthday money, I bought 3 pairs of pants (Khaki, black and green cargo's), three button down blouses with matching cami's and 2 sweaters - all for $200 (great sales!).

And, even better than what I bought... all of the pants were a....













Size 8!

I have probably gained a couple of pounds back after my anxiety-induced starve-fest of 2006, but not enough to not be able to fit into the "skinny" clothes I bought in the fall.

I am so excited! I think the last time I wore a Size 8, I was probably in grammar school!

Ah, a little success goes a long way!! Yeah!

Friday, February 02, 2007

Christopher Fridays: The Sleeping Tornado

This Christopher Friday comes from what was supposed to be last week's post, which had to be substituted for "The Gift?".

One would think that when people sleep, we are peaceful and restful, right?

....Not where the "S-men" are concerned!

The first couple of months of marriage were quite the challenge when it came to bed-time. As Hubby "peacefully" slept, I was usually poked, elbowed, or snored awake. Eventually I got used to it....or, if the night was particularly circus-like, I would poke Hubby back and make him sleep on the futon!

I often say that Chris is 93% Hubby and 7% me - But, in watching the progression of Chris's sleep patterns, the scale is tipping even further in Hubby's direction. Here are some pics to prove my case (Hubby is in some, but not all of these pics....and don't mind the bedroom decor. It is "Early American Rustic"...or, better yet, just never finished!):

This is from when Chris was only a few weeks old - talk about starting early:
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This is from Vacation 2004:
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This is from around Christmas 2004:
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This is from Easter 2005:
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This is from around Summer 2005:
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(Had to put a pic of his foot in - couldn't you just eat this up!)
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This is from around Summer 2006:
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These are from around Christmas 2006:
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Did you ever get the feeling you were outnumbered? I am beginning to wonder if maybe I am the one who needs her own room and have Chris and Hubby have the queen bed!

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Brrrr... Baby, it's cold outside!!

As I have mentioned in a previous post, I have been reading the book:




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I am close to done with it...skipping over some of the chapters that don't apply to me (like menopause - at least I can say THAT is not in my immediate future!).

In my counseling session on Tuesday, I had mentioned to Dr. P how reading this book has giving me some tools to use to start reclaiming my life - things that he had suggested I try, but explained in a way that makes sense to me.

The most important technique I have learned about in this book is something I have been doing all along without being aware of it - Mindfulness.

Mindfulness or being mindful is being aware of your present moment. You are not judging, reflecting or thinking. You are simply observing the moment in which you find yourself. Moments are like a breath. Each breath is replaced by the next breath. You're there with no other purpose than being awake and aware of that moment. As John Kabit Zinn says reflecting on a Japanese mindfulness puzzle: "Wherever you go, there you are."

My daily walks - those two miles on the track, observing the butterflies dance and follow me... those two miles of releasing the daily tensions that I could not let go of - are what had helped me through my life until I stopped taking them when the weather got colder. My last walk was in very late November, after Thanksgiving, after the anniversary if my second miscarriage.

So, despite it only being 32 degrees this afternoon, I changed into my favorite, well-worn-out yoga pants and way-too-big long-sleeved t-shirt, bundled myself up in my scarf, gloves and coat, and headed out for that two mile walk (new PORTABLE XM Radio plugged in my ears).

Brrrr... Baby, it's cold outside!!

I was amazed at how peaceful it was - again. No one was on the track...except for me, the left-over patches of snow and the Canadian geese scrummaging for food. It was cloudy when I headed out for the walk - but, as I made my first turn, the sun peered through the fluffy snow-filled clouds, like the sun was only shining for me today. I felt like I did the first time I set out to walk - yet, still had the stamina for two miles. It was freshing and peaceful...it was something that was missing. It was brisk, but cleansing.

Funny thing about the Canadian geese is that they had fun watching me walk - and at one point, three of them decided to fly around and circle, like they were doing the dances my butterflies used to dance for me during the summer and fall. So, for them, I walked in the snow...like we did when we were children. It has been a long time since I have found snow to be fun.

Mindfulness...

Anyways, have to share some fun pics... These are of my new boots (this pair is in brown suede - I bought another pair in black too). One of the ladies I work with has termed these my "Hoochie Boots."

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Who knew I would be able to walk around in four inch platform boots without falling! I am in no way a fashion-plate, but since I have lost my 30+ pounds, I have been enjoying my new look (including newest hair-do, which I will post pics of this weekend!). I am enjoying buying some trendy items...and, weather-permitting, will be going on another shopping spree this weekend (on my own, since trips to the store by myself have been getting much easier) with my birthday money.

Watch out world, these boots are made for walkin'! Too bad I am just figuring out how to walk in them now...

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Hello??? Body??? What the hell are you doing now??? And, moody rant to boot!

Okay... I am making a concerted effort NOT to chart - Anything. Nothing. Except for AF and meds on the AF days.

So, why? Why, oh why, stupid body, are you deciding to give me cramps and spotting on CD 19, 20 and 21?? What the hell are you up to?? Can't you give me a break already and do what you are supposed to do? Just give me a somewhat normal cycle and call it a day? Can't you just be nice for once?

Of course, along with the spotting is my lovely PMS backache and some moodiness... Not really anxiety moodiness, but moodiness for moodiness' sake. Lovely.

...The moodiness is so bad, that I actually told my MIL last night to not talk behind my back when it concerns things with Christopher. Uh, if I am in the bathroom with Christopher trying to do a potty session, I can hear you wispering to Hubby from the kitchen - and I can hear what you are saying! Ooops! Did I mean to say that???? HeeeHeee!

We are having an on-going disagreement on how to handle Christopher's "hand-flapping," which he has done for a long time, and only when he is excited (like, when his Thomas trains are moving around the blue track set - they are moterized). We don't want him to look like a weird-o in school, so we are trying to stop it now.

My feeling on it is that he needs adjectives to describe the excited feelings he has - which he can't yet express in words. So, when he does the hand-flapping, I take a hold of his hands and say to him, "No flapping. Say "Cool!" "Awesome!" "Fantastic!" ____ insert another adjective here." He is responding well to it when I am consistent, and when he says an adjective, he stops the flapping.

Pretty straight-forward actions, right? Apparently not.

My MIL feels that we should tell him to stop - repeatedly, with no explanation as to why he shouldn't flap. She is not listening to me on the WHY he is doing it in the first place and will not acknowedge that my solution (which is the MOMMY'S solution, after all. Remember, I am the MOMMY here!) may be the better route (uh, Hubby and my FIL agree with me, by the way).

So, when she decided to whisper to Hubby last night that what I was saying was wrong and that her way was the right way, I had to assert myself and make my point clear: 1) I won't be talked about behind my back, especially when I can hear you doing it and 2) there may be a better solution to this than just saying "no," which has NOT worked at all up to this point.

I HATE, HATE, HATE when people do that - and now that I am learning not put myself and my feelings on the back-burner, I am going to assert myself when I feel I need to....which was last night. She was kinda shocked that I did that - as was everyone else. But, hey, I didn't start counseling, meds and restructuring my life to only go half way with it, right?

Anyone have any ideas on the hand-flapping thing?? I am open to suggestions...although my MIL is not.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Christopher's new milestones!

Well, Christopher did quite a number of big boy things in the past twenty-four hours...milestones that I am so happy that he has reached, but at the same time sad to see because it means he is no longer the tiny baby that we brought home almost three years ago. Not all of it is going to be for the faint of heart, so if you are easily grossed out, you might want to skip over some of it.

The past twenty-four hours has kinda built up for a couple of weeks now. We had an on-going issue with Christopher not wanting ANYTHING to do with the potty - didn't want to sit on it, look at it, acknowledge it unless it was stuff toiletpaper down and flush until he laughed himself silly. Rather frustrating when your almost three year old is wearing 4T clothing and the Size 6 barely fit him.

So, we had decided to start really putting him on the potty back in early October - those attempts backfired HUGELY and started us on a long road of holding our bowel movements. The past few months, on and off, were spent with his face turning red and him very publicly holding his poops. We spoke to our pediatrician at his 2 1/2 year check-up in November about it - he said back off until his speech improved. We did and his bowel movements improved some.

But then....we started re-introducing the potty in late December and the backfire happened again, despite the books, M&M's and Pingu videos. And much worse this time around - the last 2 weeks where spent with him constantly holding every bowel movement, which resulted in having to change his diaper about 12 times a day. This went on every stinking day (pardon the pun). So, his poor hiney is as red as Clifford, the Big Red Dog - which is painful for is to clean, painful for him to poop...and the cycle goes on and on and on. He is scared to go poop now - and every time the diaper gets whipped off, he starts screaming because he knows he has to get cleaned.

Talk about feeling like winning the Wost Mother of the Year Award!

I called the ped on Friday and was told to give him 2 teaspoons of mineral oil every day (disguise it in food if we had to) and put him on the potty after every meal. So, we gave him the mineral oil in his dinner Friday night and despite half the day yesterday being spent on the potty, he still world not go for us. And, his hiney was not any better.

But, there was a small change that started yesterday...that proved to be hugely helpful today.

While in our 45 minute long potty sessions, he managed to pee twice on the potty - which, when he managed to do that a few weeks ago all he did was cry. This time, he was a little surprised, but not scared. Okay, a good improvement.

Then, in his tub last night, we did what I will call Disgusting Boy Event #1: Christopher ate his first boogey. I am completely grossed out over this - Hubby is calling his dad, beaming proudly. Christopher got to it before I could get the washcloth to his nose... I have a feeling Christopher will be the boy eating paste in kindergarten.

Today, we spent a very lazy morning sleeping in (haven't done one of those since Christmas)...and then the potty sessions began again. Sessions were spent at home and then over at my mother's house. No successes except for the fact that Christopher sat on the potty without screaming. That is always a plus.

Only problem with the trip to Grandma's house was that it was supposed to be a short one... We were dropping off groceries that we picked up for my parents and then we were going to head off to the Nine-West outlet to return the boots I accidently bought that were the wrong size and the pocketbook that has ripped in less than 3 weeks. My mom asked if we could stop for something else for them, but Christopher needed lunch - so, I sent Hubby on the missions and I stayed behind with my mom and dad because neither are 100% up to caring for Christopher yet on their own. As he finished lunch and starting saying "Time for nap," I realized my big mistake: I forgot the BINKY at home.

Insert my second chance at winning the Wost Mother of the Year Award!

So, I brought Christopher into the livingroom and grabbed two blankets to snuggle with and winged it. Within twenty minutes Christopher was out cold...and slept for 2 hours, sans the binky.

We are in total shock - this was his first nap without the binky, ever.

After his nap, we headed home and spent another half hour on the potty with no success. So, we headed out to dinner with the entire Hubby side of the family for our mass January birthday celebration and after dinner, went back to my IL's house for cake and coffee.

When we got to my MIL's house, Christopher started up the anti-poopy dance: turned bright read, started holding it in and moaning (we added moaning in the past couple of days). He has managed to hold those cheeks so hard, I swore that either he was either going to be the Golden Boy Who Laid the Diamonds or would take over for the Buns of Steel videos.

So, I asked him "Do you need to go potty?"

"NOOOOOOO!" was the moaning reply.

I said, yes you do and dragged him in the bathroom with some hearty protest. Out came the M&M's. Out came the books. Hubby and I, with a houseful of friends and family, sat in the bathroom with him for about twenty-five minutes when we started smelling that lovely whafting of burnt tires.

Might we have a success here???

We peeked in behind him with a flashlight and found what will now be termed as Disgusting Boy Event #2: In the toilet was the Big-Guy Mother-Load! I walk out of the bathroom and yell SUCCESS! The entire house starts yelling "WoooHooo! Christopher!" Our big guy made his first guy dump on the potty!

After his success and his ceremonial flushing and bye-bye's to the poopy, we went over to the sink (still nakey) to wash our hands... Then, Disgusting Boy Event #3 occured: The sound of the running water got other things moving along, when we realized he was peeing on my MIL's stink cabinet! Poor thing, Christopher started crying because he didn't do it on the potty. We cleaned him up (after much crying) and he walked out of the bathroom to much accolades.

After cake and presents (which Mommy gets to buy some new things!!), the big evening ended with Uncle Rogie (Hubby's cousin, Christopher's Godfather) teaching Christopher to sing "My Sharona." So, now, any time you start humming the beginning of that song, Christopher will shout out like a drunken sailor, "My Sharona!"

Oh, what an interesting twenty-four hours this has been. I just hope this is the start of Christopher and real potty-training!

Friday, January 26, 2007

Christopher Fridays: The Gift?

Today's new Christopher Friday post was going to originally be about "Christopher, the Sleeping Tornado," but I decided to delay it by a week to give you a little bit of a more "freaky" post - especially if you believe in ESP, psychic abilities, etc.

Let me start with a little background explanation into the history of Hubby's family...

Hubby's aunt (Cookoo), great-grandmother (Nanny, who I never met because she passed several years before I met Hubby) and my MIL all seem to have a keen sense of people's personalities and things that will happen in the future. They don't "see" events per se, but just get strange feelings about a person and will say "Don't go here today" or "Watch for [XYZ] to happen." And, they are almost always right....which is a very odd feeling when it happens. As an example, Cookoo told a close friend not to drive the woman's son to a basketball game on a particular day many years ago - or, if this woman had to drive him, take a different route: Good thing she said it, because there was a fatal crash in that area right at the time this woman would have been travelling there. Also, Cookoo had said to me many years ago that she knew how many children I would have - and she felt so correct about it, she wrote a letter, dated prior to my PG with Chris, for me to open long after I am out of childbearing years. She wrote this letter before I started any IF treatments - before she knew I was seeing the doc about any problems. I sure would love to read that letter right now...

Now, I am not a real believer in this stuff.... I am not putting stock in the Boardwalk Psychic's predictions from our vacation in September 2006. I don't fully believe that John Edwards could always see what he says saw when he was on Oprah. But....there are some things you just can't ignore or explain away as coincidence.

....Which leads me to today's Christopher Friday post.

We own a very old house - it is over 100 years old and is so old that the original gas pipes for lighting can still be found within the walls that have not been replaced with sheetrock. In this house, the heating is still done by those old, monsterous cast-iron radiators, one of which stands right behind our front door. My FIL built out of wood and metal screening a radiator cover for that particular radiator, so that Chris would not touch the radiator in the winter and burn himself. Eventually, my FIL will make more of them for the other radiators - but this one was essential because it is so open and accessible.

Anyways, since the cover "finishes" the room off very well, we have placed several knick-knacks on top of it - pictures, my Hallmark Heart of Motherhood stand, Chris' baby monitor for when he is sleeping in his room, etc. One of the pictures we have on the cover is of a friend of Hubby's, whom Hubby met at his old job with the State in Newark, on his wedding day in September 2005.

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A is an ex-Marine (stationed in Moscow when we were in high school!) and put himself through law school much later in life - he is very well off now, owning several apartment buildings in Northern NJ that he refurbished himself (well, with some help of contractors, but he had his hands in it). Although he is about 44 years old, he is very young at heart, a real charmer, funny, good looking (okay, a hottie if you really want to know) and a good friend. He married Y, a woman about my age from the Ukraine - tall, beautiful, very sweet. When Chris met her before they got married, he took to her right away.

This picture of them at their wedding has been sitting in the same spot since October 2005, when we got the Thank You card from their wedding. One of the favors from the wedding was a small frame, I guess eventually to be used with the pic included in the card. So, that is what we did - we put the pic in the frame and placed it in that spot.

All of this time, Chris has never bothered with anything on that radiator cover - he sometimes likes to play with the screening that lets the heat out (which we, of course, tell him not to touch!), but otherwise he leaves everything on the tables in the house and this radiator cover alone.

Until the past weekend.

Starting on Saturday, he kept going up to the radiator cover and grabbing this picture - and this picture only - and bringing it to me, saying "Mommy? Daddy?" "Mommy? Daddy?" "Mommy? Daddy?"

Now, we our wall that his radiator cover is on is plastered with pics of Chris and us, including our wedding picture, for all to see coming in the door. There are HUGE differences in the pictures of us (specifically, our wedding picture, which is about an 8"x10" pic and hangs on the wall) and A&Y's wedding pic:

In our wedding pic from October 1998, it was taken inside the chapel on the alter. I am blonde, hair down with bangs, a cream color gown, short sleeves, full veil. Hubby is shorter (not short, just not nearly as tall as A) and stocky with blonde hair.

Y&T's pic was taken outside by the lake at the reception hall, on a very warm September 2005 day. Y has almost jet-black hair, pulled up and away from her face, white strapples gown, veil in the back far away from her face. A is very tall, slim and darker brown hair.

There is just no confusing the pics really for anyone.

So, this kept happening several times a day through Wednesday night. After seeing him do this every day, several times a day - and only to this picture - I asked Hubby to call A and ask him if Y was expecting. We knew that they were going to start TTC after their wedding, although she delayed that a bit because she had to study to become a US citizen, and wanted to wait a while to TTC until she was an official US Citizen.

Well....






She is very much expecting, due in July 2007!

Once Hubby told us the news early last night, Chris stopped grabbing that picture and saying "Mommy? Daddy?" He walks right by it without a care.

...So, you be the judge of whether he has a special gift...