tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-293811252024-03-12T22:03:53.805-06:00Dear DolliDear to the heart of the pretty.Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-68875527938094348932016-02-01T01:46:00.000-07:002016-02-01T01:50:49.077-07:00Frances Dolli BeatrixThis is belated, Francie. And not because I haven't thought about recording your birth story or posting pictures of you, but because since you were born I have been soaking you in, breathing in your smell, kissing your face, your hands, your feet all day long. I've been holding you and your brother as much as I can and I haven't wanted to do much else.<br />
On the day you were born I left your brother with Grandma while Daddy and I went to the hospital. We sat in a room. We had some tests done. Daddy put on a white paper suit that made him look like the stay-puffed marshmallow man and I laughed and shook while we walked to the operating room.<br />
I was scared. My first experience with birth left me traumatized, but after having you I feel healed and whole.<br />
You were born after ten minutes. Beautiful. Pink. Nine pounds, 2 ounces. 20 inches long. The scale at first said you were 4 pounds and the nurses had to weigh you several times to get what they felt was an accurate weight. They put you on my chest. You didn't cry. Such soft and gentle contentment. I kissed your face and I cried. I felt joy and relief and wonder.<br />
Two hours after you were born the nurses took you to the newborn intensive care unit. I was on excessive doses of pain medication and I was devastated. Your blood sugar was 2 mg under the accepted limit. I begged them not to take you. I cried all day. Each time a person walked past our door or I heard the squeaking wheels of a plastic incubator I hoped without reason that it was you coming back to me.<br />
Every moment with you since has been a blessing.<br />
You are almost seven months old now.<br />
You are amazing.<br />
You love to look at faces. You smile constantly and enjoy making eye contact with strangers. You love to laugh with your brother. He rubs your head. He kisses you goodnight. He calls you "bobo." He shares his much loved blankets with you. He makes sure you're snugly in your car seat and refuses to leave the house without you. He loves you. You have long fuzzy hair, just like Flynn did at this age and the softest skin, gray eyes and the sweetest disposition of any young child I have ever encountered. You rarely cry or fuss. Every morning when I see your face I am filled with excitement and joy. You are held and loved constantly and you deserve every good thing that comes your way because you are simply stunning, Frances Dolli Beatrix Barton. You are named from three beautiful women and I have felt from the moment you were born that I am the luckiest person in the world to experience your life with you-- my amazing, happy, sweet, delightful, wonderful daughter. <br />
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<br />Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-20288397362057187982015-10-15T01:12:00.000-06:002016-02-01T22:45:17.504-07:00More than Words, or the Absence of Them Altogether<br />
A million years ago, when Flynn was 15 months old, I took him to the pediatrician for a checkup. He asked all the regular questions,<br />
"Does he eat with a spoon?"<br />
"Yes."<br />
"Does he cry when you leave and is he happy to see you when you return?"<br />
"Yes."<br />
Until,<br />
"Does he have 10 or more words?"<br />
"No."<br />
"Mama, Daddy, milk?"<br />
"No, nothing."<br />
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At his doctor's suggestion we started early intervention speech therapy. Once every two weeks a therapist would come to our house and play with Flynn, trying to get him to imitate sounds and actions. The year came and went and there was nothing, nothing, nothing.<br />
No words. No mama. No dada.<br />
Sounds that he would pick up he would lose a few weeks later. He started to get frustrated and have tantrums. We started to worry. We implemented a bit of sign language into our routine and it helped. We sought more therapy and Flynn made progress. He blew out candle flames. He played a kazoo. He said, "Leethka! Leethka!" over and over again and we thought it was nonsense until he enlightened us by pointing to a picture of a police car.<br />
Last week Flynn's pathologist diagnosed him with something called childhood speech apraxia, a disconnect between the brain and the mouth. He knows what he wants to say, but the process of planning the words, moving the muscles and making the correct sounds is not something that comes naturally to him. All the things we take for granted when we speak, neurons firing in milliseconds, is a long process for Flynn. And as he has tried to create the sounds that he wants and is met with misunderstanding and confusion he has already tasted the bitterness of failure.<br />
My son understands everything you say. He knows when you say hi to him that he won't say hi back. He knows when you ask him how old he is that he can't respond. It kills me when well meaning people say things like, "Oh, he'll talk when he's ready" or "watch, he'll just start speaking in complete sentences!" That would be wonderful, but what if he doesn't? Isn't that okay too? Isn't it okay if his speech delay is exactly that- a delay- and not some latent genius? I don't ever want to explain to someone that my son "doesn't talk," because he does talk-- he uses cadences and syllables and is extremely animated and engaging. His words just aren't clear or consistent. He wants desperately to be understood, and is so proud of his successes. I don't want to pretend that his speech will magically work itself out. I'm okay if it doesn't. It is a part of our lives. It has brought us into contact with wonderful people who love Flynn. Like any one single thing, it's a big part of him but it doesn't define who he is.<br />
Today he is three years old.<br />
When I look at Flynn, I am astounded by how beautiful he is. I can't believe his gorgeous little body came from me. His thick head of hair, his huge green eyes. He has a sweet smile and a very contagious belly laugh. And, even at this young age, I can see the goodness in his heart. Gentle and softer than most boys his age. He calls Francie "bobo" and kisses her head, shares his blankets with her, and fetches me if she is crying. Lately he has mastered "uh-huh" for yes while doing the sign for please, and also the word please, which he pronounces "leeeee!" At night when Jason and I tuck him in we ask, "Do you love Daddy and Mommy?" to which he replies, "Uh huh," and gives us each a kiss.<br />
My son has never said, "I love you" or "Mama." And for a long time it hurt my heart. But I look at his face that I love so much, at his little smile, and I feel the way he puts his arms around me when I hold him and I am grateful that, for some things, words just aren't necessary.<br />
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<br />Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-85724463635247787862014-11-18T15:00:00.000-07:002014-11-18T15:11:05.867-07:00A reflection on two year oldsBecoming a mother is the only thing I have ever done on blind faith.<br />
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With Flynn, that pregnancy test was the one time I have ever truly been shocked. My mom and sister planned a surprise party for me on my 16th birthday. I was surprised then- or confused rather for about five minutes when I didn't know how to react. But this... this was different. Shock, yes. But it was more. It was so mind blowing, so unexpected that I immediately accepted it as truth the moment I saw the pregnancy test had a pink plus sign. WHAM! There it is. And only when I held my son for the first time in my arms did I realize that the initial shock had finally worn off, 33 weeks later.<br />
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Before Flynn's birth I had the assurances of some- my mother, close friends, my husband- that of <i>course you will be a <b>great </b>mother!</i> But other than that, and the limited passive-aggressive relationship I had with our cat, Winston, motherhood was never something I had thought about, let alone planned for. I remember worrying vaguely that I might be an abusive parent, because I have a violent streak in me that is quite unexpected. Perhaps due to my mother's excitement or the many stray cats and birds I cared for in my past, I never really worried that I would be a bad mom. I never thought I would be fabulous, like a Lorelai Gilmore to my genius offspring but I thought I'd probably be okay, and that always seemed good enough for me. I figured I would learn and things would work themselves out.<br />
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As Flynn and I have entered the Terrible Two dynamic of our lives, I've realized that parenthood is wildly more complex than I previously imagined. Before his birth, throughout his infancy and even now I never have given myself much credit. I never thought ahead of what kind of mother I thought I would be versus what I might actually be like. Everything is in regretful retrospect with a hint of a positive afterthought. <i>I ate too many fries while I was pregnant (but he was so adorable and fat!). I watched too much TV while I was breastfeeding (but I held him in my arms all day long). I don't play outside with him enough. (He loves me anyway, right?) </i>I do think of good things in retrospect too, but, elusively, they are harder to recall than the bad.<br />
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But the truth is I'm a better mom than I think. I'm the woman at the grocery store with the screaming toddler. I can keep my voice calm and cheerful, pull toys and endless snacks out of my purse, and keep my emotions set to sympathy and frustration rather than anger. I'm the woman in the restaurant with the screaming toddler. I can get him to eat-- sometimes. I'm the woman in the family picture with the screaming toddler in her lap. I can still smile at the camera, turn to my husband, and laugh. I'm okay with not being perfect and that's what makes me a better mom. Every day there are problems, and every day I try to work through them with Flynn. His speech is limited right now but his need to connect is just as powerful as mine, maybe more. I am learning sign language for my son, because I love him. Sometimes I forget the signs. Or I anticipate Flynn's needs without giving him a chance to communicate them to me. Or I scold myself thinking, "we should have started this a year ago!" But I try again and again because I want to help him communicate those impassioned meltdowns into something productive. I want to empower my child. The tantrums will happen but I see an independence in him that makes me so proud to be his mom. After two years of parenting, my laissez faire attitude has changed very little. Just add in some more constructive play time, lots of, "Flynn, look at Mommy's eyes" and a little more tried and true faith in the balance of the world and I think, yes, things are just as they should be.<br />
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<br />Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-18044391699870950642014-10-15T17:23:00.001-06:002014-10-15T18:30:18.246-06:00Two yearsShortly after we had moved to Salt Lake City I was browsing the baby squeeze yogurts in our local grocery store when an elderly gentleman approached me. I was holding Flynn, then only a few months old, in my arms. After making a few pleasantries and faces for the benefit of the baby he began to walk away, turned again and said to me, "you are so lucky."<div>As a young, sleep-deprived mother who had undergone an unexpected traumatic surgery and a painful labor after a surprise pregnancy I had never really considered myself lucky. Blessed, certainly. Full of love and joy most definitely. But never lucky. </div><div><br></div><div>I have thought of that man and his words over the past two years more than I can count. I think about when I was pregnant and how every morning felt like waking up from a wonderful dream in reverse. I would remember my pregnancy in small moments throughout the day and my heart would flutter and a surge of excitement would burn in my chest. It was like getting little gifts throughout the weeks. Here a flutter, then a push. I now see what a miracle he is, how his chances of never existing were so much greater than his spontaneous blooming into being. Now when I look back at Flynn's ultrasound pictures I see the face that I love so dearly, squished and distorted, but still so undeniably him. I think about how kind and loving he has become, how funny, how brave, and I often wonder what I have done to deserve the great honor of being his mother. He fills my heart with joy. I miss his company when he takes a several hours long nap. I love his smell, his little pointed teeth, his beautiful eyes that remind me of the color of the sea. He has changed our lives in so many tiny miraculous ways. Sometimes I feel frustrated, tired, weighed down with the ups and downs of toddlerhood. But he has given me such hope. And that wise, unknown stranger was right; more than anything my son makes me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.</div>Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-84708792601415404552014-04-01T22:13:00.005-06:002014-04-01T22:26:16.406-06:00Fool me once...Once, when I was about four, my mom popped out on me with a cackle while wearing a fake witch's nose. It was wholly unexpected and rather traumatizing. She doesn't remember it. When I told her about it she said, "Oh that's awful! I'm sorry," which I genuinely appreciate. At the time, however, I remember crying and being extremely afraid of my mother for some days, and the basement for years, afterward. This day of the year always brings to mind self-centered humor-- you know, jokes at someone else's expense. I see this pattern of selfish humor coming out in me more and more as I get older, too. I regularly pop out from behind doorways and corners to scare Jason, Flynn and even Winston because, let's face it, I find it amusing. We've all done it. I know I have. But nobody, nobody I have ever known, does selfish humor like my mom.<br />
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I think it started with my brother, Gavin. He called home one year on April first to tell my parents that he had decided to join a crew of Swedish whale harpooners in the North Atlantic. It sounds ludicrous but my brother had already spent a backbreaking summer on a Norwegian oil rig where he grew an enormous red beard so it actually didn't seem too off the mark for him. My parents spent nearly forty minutes trying to talk him out of it before he told them, laughing, "April Fools!"<br />
And they loved it, both of them. They thought it was hilarious and seemed to take it deeply to heart-- especially my mom. The next year she gathered all of my siblings together and told us she was leaving for Norway straightaway to become a nanny for somebody else's children. We were confused and didn't believe her until she quite gravely assured us that, yes, she was leaving and we probably wouldn't see her ever again. After the tears and confusion and passing years when we have tried to confront our mother about this particular April Fool's joke she seems even more confused than us. "You didn't think that was funny?" she'd say, looking upset and annoyed, "why can't you take a joke?"<br />
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It seems that my mother's April Fool's go in cycles. She will have an extreme one, and then tone it down a bit the next year. Something mildly upsetting but not panic-inducing. This is an email she sent a couple years back:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">I HESITATE TO TYPE THIS! The past many months, yrs. have really been a struggle for me. This Fybro. is merely a name for a multitude of health issues, which are complicated and also involve environment. Therefore, I decided to start a series of injections here ,formulated by an Environmental Medicine MD in Santa Fe. Separately taken will include Food, Seasonal plus dust mites etc and Chemical allergies. It will take up to two years! ...</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">ALL THIS DETAIL IS TO TELL YOU, ARE YOU SITTING DOWN? Since I am so skinny and weak, your father has decided he will retire sooner than later and we will move to <span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc;">Price</span>, yes <span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc;">Price</span>. The air here has been terrible as is the water. Kim says he will hunt and therefore I would be able to as my body adjusts and grows T Cells antigens, eat meat again! and I THOUGHT I could just avoid meat! NOT WORKING, Believe me I am ready to do all I can. This is why I say" Never Say Never. " An added bonus is retirement would be cheaper, people are nice practical, shopping is far, AIR IS CLEAN, NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL IN SURROUNDING MOUNTAINS AND CANYONS, LESS SNOW, CULTURE "INTERESTING", WE MIGHT EVEN GET CALLINGS! IT WOULD BE SORT OF A MISSION. I regret no nearby temple! It is not right away much to take care of and my doc says this would help and I can EXTEND THE INJECTIONS, UGH! but will take time to plan. We love you. Make it a good day!</span></span></div>
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While none of my siblings believed for one second that our parents would ever, ever move back to Price, Utah this was still disturbing to me because there was still a kernel of truth. My mom was weak. She was skinny. She did have one million and one food allergies. She plays on our emotions and then laughs at us! It is the most selfish humor of all, sort of like that year on April Fool's when she told me she was pregnant. This is when I was 16 and she was 58.<br />
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When I was in college my mom had surgery on her legs to remove some varicose veins that had grown there. While it was a safe procedure it did warrant extra care and, as her child, I was concerned for her. I remember receiving a phone call one evening. Her voice sounded strained and tired.<br />
"Jos, the surgery didn't go well. I'm having some post-op problems."<br />
"What! What's wrong?"<br />
My heart was filled with fear.<br />
"My veins...are weak. They're pooling with blood. I might have to have another surgery otherwise it could turn into a blood clot."<br />
"Oh my gosh! I can't believe it. Are you serious?"<br />
"...Yes."<br />
"What will they do?"<br />
"Marcy said we could try leeches."<br />
"...I'm sorry, <i>what</i>?"<br />
"Leeches! Like in the olden days. They are very effective. She would put them on for about 15 minutes on each leg to drain the excess blood. I'm having it done tomorrow."<br />
"...They want you to put...leeches... on your legs? Is that safe? I thought they stopped doing that a long, long time ago....?"<br />
"Oh, it's quite safe! Got to go! Bye!"<br />
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It was only after she hung up on me and I discussed my troubled thoughts with my then-boyfriend that I realized that this was probably another of her April Fool's jokes. But you see, that's the thing-- she never condescended to actually tell me that she was joking. I'm sure my mother was having a hearty laugh on the other end of the line or possibly calling up the rest of my siblings while I was left in agony worrying about her potential blood clots that would soon be devoured by hungry leeches. I mean-- how did she even come up with this stuff?<br />
I wasn't the only one in my family who was foolish enough to believe this story, either. My oldest sister cried when my mom told her the news, being squeamish about both blood and bugs. I got a phone call from her a few days later. She was concerned about our mother's choice in health care professional.<br />
"Why?" I asked.<br />
"Didn't you hear? Her doctor wants her to put <i>leeches</i>," she whispered the word, "on her legs!"<br />
"You know that was for April Fool's, right?"<br />
"What?"<br />
"It was her April Fool's joke."<br />
Silence.<br />
"I am going to kill her."<br />
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I love my mom. One of my worst fears is losing her, which I suppose is what makes all her April Fool's shenanigans so awful--they all have to do with some kind of terrible loss: moving away, health problems, taking on the demands of yet another child. Perhaps she thinks these are funny pranks to play on her children because she knows she'll never leave us. Or maybe at the time she really wanted to get away and it was her way of escaping for just a moment. Or maybe it's all just an outstanding ability to poke fun at her own terrible struggles with keeping on weight and staying healthy. I think that now I am beginning to understand a bit more about selfish humor-- why we think it's funny. While it is indeed selfish, it's also a way of coping with reality. That people get health problems. That our bodies crumble and life stinks. And sometimes we just need to laugh, even if we're laughing alone.<br />
My mother is a wonderful person and I love her selfish humor. Perhaps not so much as the crying child thinking that her mom is leaving her for a better child in Norway or as the mortified teenager who thinks her mom is going to be the world's oldest pregnant woman, but I understand her version of April Fool's now and, given a few years to mull it over, I can take a joke too.<br />
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Thanks, Mom.<br />
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Perhaps this is something you can understand.<br />
Then again, maybe it isn't.<br />
I don't talk about it much because it isn't often on my mind. It's a part of my life but it doesn't define me. But if you know me, I know you think about it. And if you're like me, everyone you know thinks about it too.<br />
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Like many people in this world, I have diabetes.<br />
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This is us. The People with Problems. The Diseased Without a Cure. The Young and the Sick. It is hard for me to convey what it's like to be young with a chronic disease without sounding like a pity brigade. My brother has Addison's Disease. My mom has hypothyroidism. My friend has heart defects.<br />
We are all different. We all have our own difficulties. And sometimes it's all so terribly hard to understand.<br />
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Contrary to popular belief, my pancreas does work. It doesn't produce T-cells because my body began attacking them for unknown reasons when I was young. Over time it started to slow down production. And then, eventually, it just stopped.<br />
And my life changed.<br />
I thought my life was shortened-- maybe even close to ending. Even if it wasn't it had certainly taken a chaotic turn: meal plans and carbohydrate counting and insulin shots-- oh my! For my eleven year old brain it was a lot to comprehend-- it still is, in fact. I'll be the first to admit that I don't understand everything about my condition and that being young, positive and adaptable has often blinded me to the ugliest parts of my disease. But as I've grown older I've begun to realize how diabetes has blessed my life in that odd, roundabout way that trials often do. Everybody has something with which they must struggle. Anxiety, weight struggles, a propensity to get a lot of cavities, dry skin-- it's the nature of life, of aging, and the world we live in. I think the most important thing I have learned from my disease was at the tender age of eleven. This atrophy and inevitable degeneration of our bodies is cruel, but it is also wonderfully, amazingly endurable.<br />
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Because of diabetes, I may see things -especially food- differently than you. I often look at what I eat as a series of potential highs or lows. As gut wrenching thirst or monstrous hunger. The feeling of being sick from water but wanting more at the same time. Unless you have experienced severe hypoglycemia-- I don't mean fasting hunger when you feel weak and angry but the kind that could potentially kill you-- I don't think you can understand how scary it is to be low or how amazing food tastes to a hypoglycemic diabetic. And I can't describe adequately the feeling of waking up in the night covered in sweat, and the uncontrollable shaking of my hands when the lights I turn on are blurry and the walls move and I forget what it is I'm doing and what I need or where I am. It's like the synapses in my brain are firing and firing away but there is no connection on the other end. I am no longer me. Sometimes I may act different-- may say things that don't make sense, may cry and seem confused. But mostly I become a non-person. Not able to feel, not able to think or rationalize. Not being me is a terrifying thought. And to think that one could lose oneself completely just from skipping some meals or self administering too much insulin are fears that have kept my mother awake for many sleepless nights.<br />
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After I was diagnosed, my parents became obsessed with food. My mom worried. She fretted constantly, pacing the house late at night and shaking me awake early in the morning for fear I would seize up and die. Because of her anxiety, my mom and I developed a very tense relationship throughout my teenage years. I wanted independence; she wanted safety. I wanted to eat what I wanted, she wanted me to be careful. I didn't want to check my blood sugar and she, obviously, did not concede with my wishes. It was hard. It was stressful. It made us both sad and angry. I see now how she must have suffered-- must still suffer from worry. I wasn't sensitive to it at the time but having a child of my own has changed everything. I feel her fear echoed in my own mind when I look at Flynn and know that because of me he has an elevated risk of contracting an autoimmune deficiency. It is minuscule, but it is there. I do not want to be responsible for my child's health defects. I never want to be the reason he has to poke his fingers or take pills or give himself shots. If anything ever happened to him, if he is ever diagnosed with diabetes, I wonder if the guilt of it would crush me.<br />
My mother felt this once and I feel her pain now, doubly so since I know that diabetes is a never ending battle. Every growth spurt, surge of hormones, meal and snack tips the delicate scale of blood sugar and can send you sprawling either way-- high or low-- into paralyzing sickness.<br />
Being a teenager is hard.<br />
Being a teenager with a chronic illness is harder.<br />
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And these fears started long before Flynn was born. Long before I was married I worried about having children for this very reason. And then when I found out I was pregnant I was in agony over my unborn child. Anyone who has a child could understand this anxiety. About his heart. About his lungs, his legs and his veins. But they may not feel the peril, the paralyzing fear, knowing that every organ in his little body could be negatively affected by anything I ingested.<br />
And then, the worst part. Despite how hard I tried to control my blood-sugar during pregnancy, when I tried unsuccessfully for two hours to push out Flynn my diabetes conquered me. My baby was 10 pounds and had to be delivered by c-section because he was too chubby for any tools the doctor had to fit through my pelvis. He arrived with bruises all over his little body and a black eye because even the most forceful methods of delivery were not enough to birth him. And I was weak, I stopped caring. I gave up because of my diabetes. It was heartbreaking to think that I did that. I did that to him. My son was impossibly chubby because of me. Because of my diabetes. Even though I don't think about it often, I can't deny it is a part of me-- my disease. And Flynn. He has my genes. He has my eyes. Will he inherit my diabetes? My teenage attitude? These fill me with aching fear when I allow them in my mind.<br />
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But more often than not, I look at my son and remember that Jason and I have given him more than a slightly elevated chance of becoming diabetic.<br />
Because of me, my son has a healthy heart.<br />
And legs that walk and run and dance.<br />
And perfect little organs.<br />
And a head full of hair.<br />
Because I tried so hard to take care of myself so I can take care of him, he is alive. He is well. And he has me, his mother who is also alive. And because of my diabetes I always want to feed him healthy food and take him to his doctor's appointments and poke his finger every once in awhile, just to be safe.<br />
Just to be quite sure. Because everybody has something.<br />
And I may not know everything that is to come but I do know this: because of my diabetes, for my son, I'm ready.Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-2356876644476830782014-03-20T10:42:00.000-06:002014-03-20T10:44:57.533-06:00Apartment LivingWe live in a relatively small and rather old apartment complex. It's fine for us as far as space goes but there are some aesthetic (as well as sanitary!) aspects to renting that I often wish I could reverse. When we moved into our current apartment I immediately went to work on trying to make it as *cute* as possible because, let's face it. That's the most important thing.<br />
The former tenants left the place filthy. I've been scrubbing and cleaning and after 7 months of frequent interruptions I think it's finally clean. I mean really clean. Like scrubbing between every individual piece of tile clean. I learned something new: if the grout on your floor is brown, it probably shouldn't be. It took a long time but ours is now white, thanks to Oxi Clean and the sacrifice of the skin of my hands.<br />
I didn't record how-to's with many of these crafts because I am extremely impatient when I start feeling creative, so if you have questions just ask and I'll do my best to steer you in the right direction.<br />
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Problem: Drab walls<br />
Solution 1: Painting the furniture.<br />
Because I can't paint my walls I paint all my furniture. Most of it is bought from craigslist and could use some refresh anyway. This little rocker however, is something special. My older brother, Kristian made it for me as a Christmas present when I was 4. I brought it home for Flynn and gave it a little refresh. He adores it.<br />
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Solution 2: Gallery wall</div>
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I got these frames from DI. I spray painted them using Rustoleum's metallic champagne mist paint. I cut out pictures from an old calendar that featured early 1900 botanical prints. Stag head is from Restoration Hardware and frame is from IKEA. I tore apart the clock and re-did the background with wrapping sheets from Rifle Paper Co. </div>
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Solution 3: DIY silhouettes</div>
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Problem 2: Lighting</div>
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It's hard to make a small space functional for both you and your little one. I wanted to make a reading nook for Flynn but wasn't sure where I would have room to fashion it. It turned into a dual canopy-reading nook and it is exactly what you think it is: an embroidery hoop and curtains. He LOVES it. I will often find him behind his bed reading in his nook.</div>
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My little guy is still really young but these next two projects would be really fun to do with kids who are interested in being creative and crafting.</div>
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This one seems silly but could be really fun: design your own tree. I painted mine and wired it to the wall and put fun creatures in it and hang it with baubles at Christmas. You could also hang small pictures from it. Ah, the possibilities of an old tree branch.<br />
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Floating book-page hot air balloons. These hang above Flynny's nook. I actually did them as an experiment out of an old book I had and really loved how they turned out, imperfections and all. They could be fashioned from any kind of paper, painted however you like and require only scissors and a few bobby pins.<br />
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Papier mache handicrafts. I fashioned this stag head on a whim. I used the simple water and flour mixture which was surprisingly strong and usable. I used tin foil to structure the head and paper towels on the first two layers and book pages on the third. I sprinkled cinnamon in the mixture to protect against mold. I love the idea of a safe, non-toxic way to create things. There are a million animal ideas for papier mache crafts online that would be really fun to do with a little one.Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-82518917840564773872014-01-08T20:55:00.003-07:002014-01-08T20:55:48.925-07:00Stranger and stranger.After a long hiatus from the blogosphere, literature, intellectual pursuits and human conversation in general, I am finding it difficult to form my thoughts with any semblance of eloquence. I do have thoughts in my mind-- but laziness and my child's fondness for pounding keyboard buttons has stopped me from opening my laptop when I felt the need to write those thoughts down.<div>
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It is weird to have a child. Not in the "I can't believe I'm a parent!" kind of way. But having a child, quite literally, makes you weird.</div>
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Example 1: Talking to your baby who can't talk.</div>
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Relatively soon after giving birth I noticed that some people, especially older women, stopped addressing me personally in conversation completely. Instead of talking to me- the adult- these ladies direct all questions and responses toward my much cuter but less verbose baby. This feeds into a very awkward situation in which I am not sure if I should remain silent or answer their question. I usually compromise by responding in a baby voice. That way they get a reply that seems to fool them into thinking the baby is actually answering their questions. And so I act regularly as my child's spokesperson at the grocery store, never sure if I am just difficult to talk to or am missing some crucial piece of baby etiquette. A conversation I had today went something like this:</div>
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Old woman: (to Flynn) Why hello, handsome! How are you today?</div>
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Flynn: (looks scared)</div>
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Me: Flynn, can you say hi?</div>
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Old woman: Hello handsome! Are you out grocery shopping with your mom today?</div>
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Flynn: (silence. yawns.)</div>
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Me: Yes we are! </div>
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Old woman: Somebody looks tired! Are you sleepy?</div>
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Flynn: (looks scared)</div>
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Me: Yes. Almost time to go home, isn't it? </div>
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Old woman: You're a sweetie. How old are you?</div>
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Flynn: (staring)</div>
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Me: Almost 15 months.</div>
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Old woman: I have a 12 month old granddaughter! (still directed at Flynn)</div>
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Me: How fun!</div>
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Old woman: Bye bye, handsome!</div>
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Me: (to Flynn) can you wave bye bye?</div>
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Flynn: (stares.)</div>
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Example 2: Dancing and singing</div>
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I remember when we brought Flynn home from the hospital I tried to sing a lullaby to him and gave up after half of a verse because I felt completely foolish. He wasn't listening and-- who knew? I don't know half the words to most lullabies. Fast forward two months. I am singing everything. Every song I know, and then plenty that don't exist. And I'm not saying I can sing well. I can't. I just do it-- as soon as I would see Flynn in the mornings. He was just so cute and happy and squishy it just seemed right to sing about his breakfast or his toys or his poopy diapers. And then the weirdness took a downward spiral at around 10 months when he started to attempt walking and, consequently got really into dancing. Honestly, years of ballet training have made me a truly horrible, stiff dancer. But Flynn loves music and he loves to dance, so we do. We dance to the opening theme songs of television shows, we dance to dance music, we dance to classical music, we dance to Jim Dale reading Harry Potter even. And while Flynn's moves are pretty limited to knee-bending and head-shaking, my dancing has gotten increasingly more erratic and, if possible, uglier. The more I move my body the happier Flynn is. In fact, sometimes if I stop dancing he starts to cry. I'm not one for New Year's resolutions or exercise but I do believe 2014 will be my fittest year to date.</div>
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Any woman who is a stay at home mom will tell you it can be lonely work. My mother is an avid self-talker. She has full blown conversations with herself. I've heard her. They are audible conversations that you can hear from the next room. Now before you dismiss her as crazy, remember that she had seven children and a husband with a demanding job that took him away for weeks- weeks!- at a time. </div>
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Not so crazy anymore, is she?</div>
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I have never talked to myself. I still don't. But I talk to Flynn. Oh, I talk his ear off! I'm certain I sound positively insane but he seems to expect it, even enjoy it. And when I get tired of talking then I just sing everything I'd normally talk about.</div>
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"Okay, boo-bah. I'm getting your yogurt! I'm putting it in the bowl! I'm putting in another scoop! I'm putting blueberries on the top! I love blueberries! You love blueberries! Blueberries are delicious. De-lic-ious. Now I'm bringing your yogurt to you. I'm going to put a bib on you now so your shirt doesn't get super messy and crusty. Crusty baby! Yogurt baby! Put a bib on it!...."</div>
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Before I had a child, I thought I would begrudge that child every worldly possession that cost us a pretty penny to give him. Several thousand dollars later, my favorite pastimes include searching the internet for toys that I want my child to have and planning elaborate DIY projects that we probably don't have room for in our current nursery.</div>
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I love buying diapers. I love trying different kinds. I love getting big boxes of diapers delivered to my front door and then taking them out of their box and sorting them in my diaper organizer. I don't know many parents who say they love buying diapers, but I do. I love that I can change my baby's diaper and it makes him feel better, and it's so easy, and then I can throw the messy one outside in the trash. I love buying stuffed animals for Flynn. He has little or no interest in stuffed animals. I got him an expensive Maileg squirrel for Christmas and he looked at it for maybe half a second before running away to play with something else. I'm learning though. He loves trucks and cars so I'm reconciling my need to buy him toys that I also like with his need to play with toys that he's actually interested in. I spend a lot of time looking at toy trucks and baby lit books on the internet. It's foolish. But oh so fun.</div>
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I'm not going to say much here except this: Anytime Flynn has a blow-out, and enormously bloated wet diaper in the morning, or a really stinky diaper I get really excited to tell Jason about it, and then we laugh and laugh because we think it is hilarious.</div>
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I'm not a potty humor kind of person, I swear!</div>
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But, like the singing, compulsive toy buying and incessant dancing, this is something that I can't seem to control.</div>
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I mean, look at him.</div>
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Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-66603462655092294822013-07-11T23:48:00.003-06:002013-07-11T23:48:43.822-06:00All you need is loveThe past eight and a half months have felt like a dream.<br />
Every day speeds by without pause. In retrospect, each week feels like a series of small, glittering moments. Fast, but full to bursting with everything-- love, tears, hugs, laughter, pain, sorrow, delight, and wonder wonder wonder.<br />
Having a child is illuminating.<br />
As Flynn discovers new things every day (saying "dada!", waving, crawling to every corner of the house and the joys of standing) I have found myself worrying.<br />
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When I was a little girl I remember peering often in the mirror on the antique wardrobe in my parents bedroom. I was always disappointed with my reflection. A small, tangle-haired girl with very large glasses looked back at me with a great deal of insecurity and a general hint of awkwardness. I must have been quite young at the time because I had a vision- whether just in my imagination or something I glimpsed in real life- of who I would become. I was poised, elegant, beautiful, confident, full of purpose and understanding--everything I felt I lacked at the time. I would peer deep into this girl's face and then turn away quickly with closed eyes. I would count to three.<br />
1..<i>.It's going to happen this time...</i><br />
2...<i>When I open my eyes, everything will be different...</i><br />
3... <i>Open!</i> I would search fleetingly for an inkling of that person behind those bespectacled eyes only to find something else.<br />
Me, disillusioned.<br />
And I would think, <i>Not this time, not yet. But next time. Next time I will look different, to me and everyone else.</i><br />
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Learning to love ourselves is a process that we all endure and many struggle with. I have grown to love and appreciate myself more as I've grown older, but I will be the first to admit that I am not everything I imagined I would be as a child. My poise is nothing short of stooped and I am often still crippled by a paralyzing shyness. I have doubts about my appearance and, during our recent move allowed my leg hair to grow out at least an inch. I can be antisocial and hermitish, snappy to the ones who deserve to be snapped at least, insecure about my effectiveness as a mother and critical about my body. While my image often doesn't fit with the lovely vision of my childhood, these petty shortcomings don't sadden me. I am sad, however, that even as a young child I didn't see the things that were wonderful about me-- that even though I had glasses I was pretty, or that I was blessed with the ability to be extraordinarily kind to others, or that I was smart, and hopeful, and brave. I see this now because, as a mother, I appreciate children in a brand new way. Their innocence. Their creativity. Their ability to love purely, to find joy and to trust.When I look at Flynn I see perfection. Not because he is perfect, but because he is himself. I would not change one fluffy hair on his head. I have spent all my life wondering about him. And now that he is here I feel like he was always with me and I have known him for eternities-- longer than my life or his life or the life of any mortal person on this Earth, because that is how much I love him. My heart aches when I think of Flynn looking at his reflection and not being happy with who he is.<br />
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And so I worried. I worried that I will not be able to impress upon my son what an astounding miracle he is, that he may not appreciate the love that Jason, his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins have for him. How I have loved him. While contemplating this, I thought of my own experience, my good parents, my late blooming. My need to be taught how to love.<br />
I think when I finally became the person I truly wanted to be I had stopped searching the mirror for a magic change. I found myself through others, those who loved me and showed me that I had value. That I was important and strong. That I was God's child.<br />
If I can only impress one thing upon Flynn it is that He is wonderful because he is Flynn-- he doesn't need another reason. I see such divine power in him. I feel Heavenly Father's love for him and am overwhelmed for His love for me, that He has trusted me as steward over this eternal and precious person. When I think of every person in this way, that every neighbor, friend, restaurant waiter and driver on the interstate has heavenly parents who adore them, my heart swells with hope. This is it! The answer. Love for everyone allows us to see ourselves clearly--maybe how our mothers see us-- and to appreciate ourselves, our marvelous existence, the promise of our futures.<br />
So I am teaching my child love, and the days continue to race on.<br />
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<br />Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-19012092717736969012013-02-17T02:58:00.005-07:002013-02-17T02:58:57.757-07:00Ode to BabiesLately I've been living and breathing and thinking about babies constantly for the first time ever.<br />
I am the seventh of seven and so my experience with newborn babies has been limited to snippets of eyes peeking over mothers' shoulders or chubby little hands waving spasmodically from car seats. I have always liked babies, appreciated their diminutive toes and chubby cheeks in a timid way. I have never loved them- truly adored how amazing they are- until I had my own.<br />
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I love babies. All babies. Light, dark, bald, (Asian!), short and squishy, long and lean-- I love them all. The first baby I felt a real connection to was my nephew, Silas. He was a familiar soul to me-- a long lost friend who re-introduced himself as a seven pound ball of bouncing joy wearing colorful hats. After he was born I would stare at newborn pictures of him on Facebook and find myself wishing I could kiss his face and, incredibly and inexplicably, his feet and tongue, the two most disgusting parts of the human body. For the first time, I understood the terrifying words of a crazy aunt, "<b>You're so cute I could just eat you up!! Nom nom nom</b>!" I began to realize that babies, like kittens and small woodland creatures, are adorable. They are innocents; unashamed, completely helpless, totally trusting. I was looking into the astounding depths of a perfectly pure soul. I become breathless at the impossible beauty of it.<br />
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While watching<i> Beasts of the Southern Wild</i> there is a four-second scene that shows the most astoundingly gorgeous baby. I watched that scene several times. It transported me to the moment when I met Flynn for the first time, half asleep and under a heavy dose of pain killers and anesthesia. I saw his chin quiver as he cried, feeling cold for the first time. His hands were still blue. He had so much hair. He was so impossibly chubby and he smelled, ah, so familiar, so sweet and so human, like the smell of breathing. He was a part of me, he had come from my body and my brain and every physical part of me knew it. Perhaps it was the drugs but I felt I was floating away, forgetting to breathe and feeling the delicacy of mortality. As I struggled to maintain thought and consciousness I heard Flynn cry, and I felt my soul cry back and I was grounded once again. He was so delicate, so soft and so new. I remembered a dream I had had during pregnancy in which I could remove and replace the baby in my womb at will, and I felt that desire, that wish to protect him from the pricks and sting of life here. At the time it was a frightening and foggy moment, but today it is precious. Because even in that vulnerable state I felt a tenderness toward him that I have never felt toward another human being. A mother knows her child. To be needed so desperately is a beautiful thing. To love so purely is illuminating.<br />
As an adult I have long ago forgotten the magical world of my babyhood. Until now I have been engrossed with trivial things and my mind has pruned away shortcuts for joy and wonder. Besides the adorable squishiness, this is what I love most about babies. They allow us to experience these things again. And the world looks wonderful through a fresh pair of eyes.<br />
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<br />Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-3602023772389873362012-12-15T10:28:00.001-07:002012-12-15T10:47:58.969-07:00Two month updateFlynny is two months old! His hobbies include jumping, kicking, staring at the curtains and screaming like a girl- in that order. <br />
He is smiling! He holds his head up like a professional. He is my little teddy bear. We nap daily (and sometimes nightly) together. He likes his hand to be held while he nurses. He loves bath time and having his head rubbed. He is serene and peaceful but he does not appreciate being alone. Every day he gets more handsome. I love him so much it is impossible to contain. <br />
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The best way to explain is just to say he is behaving exactly as you would expect him to. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksisVSUBKBVm06XJUQu3seeEdwFVtki06Ocfa3xpXZEkEkbqf1ZqW36-oQa6rg9RYYQwFUrAHrokgj671sxTS4E_wIggtbYSyPOf6T2W9NAem1oKLW_gtxtolCrqIVCtBQRT6/s640/blogger-image-1817406853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiksisVSUBKBVm06XJUQu3seeEdwFVtki06Ocfa3xpXZEkEkbqf1ZqW36-oQa6rg9RYYQwFUrAHrokgj671sxTS4E_wIggtbYSyPOf6T2W9NAem1oKLW_gtxtolCrqIVCtBQRT6/s640/blogger-image-1817406853.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkcnWPVFZswUhY9gACGZ8YTPwWnp37FeW05ad_J8cTahh22PhALJIu7SEUbvmg1BRLLwkK5GS66Hqv_-Ud42qZLF3aON5YDfJ-tQRzoeC5TTD6d7Vh1nmKAxCduU3KmcOxbQ_/s640/blogger-image-238739854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBkcnWPVFZswUhY9gACGZ8YTPwWnp37FeW05ad_J8cTahh22PhALJIu7SEUbvmg1BRLLwkK5GS66Hqv_-Ud42qZLF3aON5YDfJ-tQRzoeC5TTD6d7Vh1nmKAxCduU3KmcOxbQ_/s640/blogger-image-238739854.jpg" /></a></div> <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9nHs5HRG3_hIi_167fX8JrXaw0ZulJpFblfnPzH_RbbwKLryNuLgbZdHmyijgD-YhrrvHcaRxEHEVq2c_2f3euCXOsyHYQ14gVIBxEIIPmvc7yERY71xxwq2M_6CfS2sjXWy/s640/blogger-image--1104284054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9nHs5HRG3_hIi_167fX8JrXaw0ZulJpFblfnPzH_RbbwKLryNuLgbZdHmyijgD-YhrrvHcaRxEHEVq2c_2f3euCXOsyHYQ14gVIBxEIIPmvc7yERY71xxwq2M_6CfS2sjXWy/s640/blogger-image--1104284054.jpg" /></a></div>Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-28103825527480228932012-11-20T16:19:00.001-07:002012-11-20T16:19:10.021-07:00Wonder-dummiedToday is my second wedding anniversary. <br />
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My life has taken so many unexpected turns since I met Jason. Many were difficult, all of them were right, and they each have strengthened us as a couple and individuals. I didn't know how full and peaceful my life could be until I found someone I love more than myself. As a new mother I feel my capacity for love is never-ending, not only for Flynn but for Jason as well. <br />
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Because childbirth is still on my mind, I will say that a long labor and delivery bonded us together like nothing we have ever experienced. I was terrified. Jason got me through it. Not the nurses, not the doctor. My epidural had long since worn off and the only thing that gave me the strength to keep going was him. Our childbirth coach discouraged mothers from focusing on the father's face during labor. I looked at Jason's eyes the whole time and I have never wanted to punch anyone less. He was my lifeline. I needed him. Not for reassurance, but because he and I were the only important people in the world in those moments. <br />
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After the nurses had left that night, the only thing I wanted was to hold Jason's hand. Just knowing he was near gave me such comfort. <br />
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This is what love really is; trust and hope in the dark moments. I married someone who has given me every reason to look forward to our future, whatever it brings. Each passing day I am filled with wonder at how happy I am to be married to my husband. <br />
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I love you, Jase. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNawWqH70EUsFMMx_gr-rbQr0dYTJua49DkZqbfdWH8jZiohwbjrQOyRvEf-aDPcV7BJIIiPqeVY09JB1CDEFRSjs3ZMMbLS4c132hlzY0XLwTXJccvhgTzWqjyLDOIEtrtGQ/s640/blogger-image-1374785495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNawWqH70EUsFMMx_gr-rbQr0dYTJua49DkZqbfdWH8jZiohwbjrQOyRvEf-aDPcV7BJIIiPqeVY09JB1CDEFRSjs3ZMMbLS4c132hlzY0XLwTXJccvhgTzWqjyLDOIEtrtGQ/s640/blogger-image-1374785495.jpg" /></a></div>Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-85162910191630546762012-11-05T14:50:00.001-07:002012-11-05T14:56:59.972-07:00Three weeks of Flynn.Hard to believe!<br />
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I get impatient, especially with scissors, so my triangles on the bunting and squares on the quilt were not exactly even. This caused problems for me later. I had all kinds of mishaps with my machine because I am really just re-learning how to use it. I had to thread that bobbin so many times I could do it in my sleep now. What a tangled, awful mess!<br />
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I am ashamed to say I was ornery and cussed more than I should during this time. And over such small things... The needle becoming unthreaded, my stitches swaying from one side to the next... I am no perfectionist but the number of misfortunes for this project made began to turn me batty. <br />
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The crowning frustration came when I accidentally sewed the quilt inside out. After crying about it for a couple days, I unpicked the stitches and re-did everything. I kind of hate this blanket now. Too bad. The Woodland Storyboek fabric is even more adorable in person than I imagined. <br />
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If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. <br />
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It always seemed like such a mystery to me, your arrival. You could have come at any time. How many October fifteenths have I lived through, never suspecting it would be the day you would be born? It was a beautiful day. A good day. <br />
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I went to the hospital at 7:15 in the morning to be induced. The nurse was very kind to me. I was shaking and my blood pressure was high-- my heart raced. I was so scared to have you. <br />
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It was a long day, as you might imagine. I was never in terrible pain. Your papa was the biggest help with that. He stood by my side and held my hand for 15 hours, right up until the moment you came. I was so tired then. I heard you cry. I felt such profound relief and such grief. Having you was hard. You were such a big baby! I couldn't push you out on my own. The doctor used forceps and the vacuum and you still wouldn't come. Your papa said he saw your head. He said you had a lot of hair, and you did. I wanted to cry but I was too tired. The doctor had to do a c section after 13 hours of labor. I will never stop being sad that you were introduced to this beautiful world so violently. <br />
You won't remember, but you were brave and cried far less than you had a right to while we healed. <br />
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When I saw you for the first time your chin was quivering and you were crying as the nurses weighed you on the scale. You were brand new, just taking your first breaths. You weighed ten pounds. You had a black eye and a bruise on the top of your head from the vacuum. <br />
You were so beautiful. <br />
I wondered where you came from, it seemed too impossibly amazing that you could exist. You are more wonderful than I ever could have hoped. <br />
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You were worth it. <br />
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I love you, Flynn. <br />
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I listened to my baby's heartbeat for twenty straight minutes today. <br />
Because of the high risk of stillbirth in babies born to diabetic women, my doctor has ordered a bi-weekly, no-stress test. This means that I am hooked up to fetal monitors for almost half an hour while a machine records the heartbeat and movements of my baby. <br />
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The nurse placed the heart monitor on my belly in a random spot, and there it was. Almost embarrassingly loud. The whrr-whrr-whrr of a small heartbeat. It quickened with every kick. It slowed when I took deep breaths. I marveled at how attached this tiny person is to me, how my movements and emotions can guide his pulse. And yet he is also independent; I never commanded his heart to start beating. He did that all on his own. <br />
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My sister once pointed out that the most amazing point of her pregnancy came when she realized she carried not merely her own, but another heart inside her body. She had, in a sense, TWO hearts. While this realization made my brother feel queasy, I found it enlightening. I remember my first doctor's appointment well. I anxiously awaited that heartbeat, couldn't contain how dumbfounded I was to see its bright flash on the ultrasound screen and to hear its infinitesimal purr. It's a part of me that I can't control. It belongs to him but it is kept alive by me. <br />
Mine but not me. Him but not his. <br />
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I love to hear it. It is the beautiful sound of reassurance.<br />
<em>I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay. </em><br />
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in<br />
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere<br />
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done<br />
by only me is your doing,my darling)<br />
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here is the deepest secret nobody knows<br />
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud<br />
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows<br />
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)<br />
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart<br />
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i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)<br />
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--e.e. Cummings<br />
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Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-32364321165769383012012-09-04T22:54:00.001-06:002012-09-04T22:54:17.964-06:00Eight months and counting.Having a baby is no cakewalk. <br />
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All my life I wondered with vague curiosity what it would be like to be pregnant, to feel a hiccup or a swift kick to the rib from a baby. I imagined myself on the couch, huge, yelling for ice cream and pickles and complaining in loud angry tones about the pain in my back, the state of my skin, the disappearance of my ankles. <br />
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When I felt my baby move for the first time, I was surprised by how unsurprised I was. I felt the tiniest twinge in my abdomen, and I knew. It was like a miniature secret, just between Baby and me. He was there. I knew he existed and he knew, but no one else did. A tiny, magical little secret. <br />
But then my secret started to grow I began to show. I passed people on the street who would give a double-take <br />
glance at my stomach and then give me a knowing smile, like they knew something about me that I had still as yet failed to notice.<br />
In my dreams my pregnant self began to make an appearance. "but I'm pregnant...aren't I?" seemed to culminate every dream, and I would wake up in great confusion with my baby kicking me awake in the ribs and an insatiable sweet tooth. My conversation with the hospital laboratory floated back to me--"The test was positive, you're sure?" the dry voice on the other end of the line responding again and again, "Yes dear, you are definitely pregnant."<br />
You are definitely pregnant. <br />
You are definitely pregnant. <br />
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Okay. <br />
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Despite my quick acceptance of the actual pregnancy, accepting my new body has been a much more difficult change. At 8 months of pregnancy I caught myself trying to squeeze into a size 4 dress in which I could not even slip my hips. The realization that I'm bigger is not depressing to me-- I'm pregnant after all-- but I do find myself confused, unable to remember what my figure was like when I could wear button up shirts without popping something with my enormous chest. And what was my tummy like? I honestly can't remember. I catch myself thinking, "it hasn't gotten too much bigger" before I remember I have a 4.5 pound baby in there. And then I see a photo of myself and wonder if my head really is that small or if my stomach really is that big.<br />
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And nothing, nothing in the world, scares me as much as labor and delivery. When it comes down to the moment, I wonder if I will lose my strength, give up, break down. When I think about how torn up a woman's body is after giving birth, I wonder how millions have done it, are doing it, can stand the pain of it and return for more. <br />
"This is insane!" I've told myself again and again. "You are weak, weak, weak! You can never do this."<br />
And then I feel a nudge in my rib, a tiny tickling of small hands inside. And I know that it is because of him that I can accept what is happening to me, the change, the discomfort, the insecurity. I am meant to bring him into the world and will do absolutely everything I can to fulfill that purpose. <br />
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You are definitely pregnant. <br />
You are definitely pregnant. <br />
You have created life; you have the power to do anything. <br />
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A tiny, magical secret. Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-13894156271143100392012-08-31T12:46:00.000-06:002012-08-31T12:46:16.817-06:00What I've been making-- part three and quite possibly four or five.Assembly of a nursery is no small thing if you are most women-- especially so if you are me.<br />
We have virtually no money at all so I have had to be careful about what I buy. Almost everything in our house has been bought secondhand or donated by loving family members. There are many things that I wish I could buy, but even so I find myself completely content with what we have. Our little boy will be happy and comfortable and I'm proud of the way things have turned out.<br />
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First, the cloud mobile.<br />
I bought some felt from Hobby Lobby and some stuffing and went to work. I hand-sewed everything because at the time I did not have a machine on hand. <br />
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Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-85685681058109262372012-07-18T20:36:00.001-06:002012-07-18T20:44:38.854-06:00Wednesday Winston: a cattish talent.Winston can sleep anywhere, at anytime. <br />
With my growing discomfort, I only wish I could do the same. <br />
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Because we are having a boy, I am trying to accommodate my taste with the understanding that I cannot design anything too girly. <br />
My solution? Whimsical. I am going to design a forest nursery. <br />
I have a few ideas I have not yet put into action, but this toadstool was the first to take a concrete shape. I haven't purchased a rocking chair yet, but this little beauty will rest my feet while I'm rockin' my baby. <br />
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I started with a plain wooden footstool from Michael's. It would be easy to make one of these on your own, but at $12, it wouldn't be much cheaper. I got a yard of plain red calico fabric, some white fabric spray paint, and a small bag of batting. <br />
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1. My stool was 10" in diameter so I cut out a 24" circle for my mushroom pouf. <br />
2. Using a stencil (I used the inside of a roll of masking tape as my guide) paint the circles on your pouf. My circles splattered a little, so be careful!<br />
3. Allow circles to dry. I also made a mistake here, only giving it about two hours. It probably needs 6-8 to dry completely. But if you're an impatient un-perfectionist like me, you can make do. <br />
4. I don't have a staple gun, so I just used nails to attach my pouf to the chair. I started nailing, giving extra room for the stuffing. Put in a few nails and start packing that batting in there!<br />
5. Nail down the opposite side of the fabric that you have already closed. Stuff the sides of the pouf and gradually continue nailing and stuffing until your pouf is rounded.<br />
And that is it! Now you have a lovely little toadstool to rest your feet or for your toddler to perch!<br />
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I made some lace lamps. And I wanted a crystal chandelier, so I made up how to make one. <br />
(disclaimer: it turned out not to be much cheaper than buying one.)<br />
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I bought two wreath rings from hobby lobby and painted them silver. (You can find these in the flower arranging aisle. Roughly $3 each.) I also purchased 30 feet of fishing wire (maximum hold 30 pounds) from Walmart. The most difficult part of this project was finding crystals for a decent price. eBay and etsy are both bad choices for this. After several days of searching, the best-priced chandelier crystals came from this website. <br />
http://www.save-on-crafts.com/<br />
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This website was the first I purchased from before I realized I would need more crystals. A lot more. I purchased 15 feet of the clear crystal garland but that was not nearly enough. <br />
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http://www.save-on-crafts.com/cr31.html<br />
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However, I found a slightly more expensive and prettier option here. <br />
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http://www.shabbyelegantdesigns.com/servlet/the-Chandelier-Crystals/Categories<br />
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This website was a relief to find. The crystals are fairly priced, and, even better, incredibly sparkly. The site also offers special discounts for crystals that are slightly flawed. I bought large teardrop crystals (25) and another 15 feet of bow-tied crystal rope. It was enough to cover my wreath hangers, but barely. Thus the expense of making your own. <br />
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Next, I hung the crystals on the wreath hangers. There are 4 wire slots on each hanger, so I alternated the crystals, being sure to mix up the two different kinds I had. The crystals are linked with bow clasps and wire, so I was able to divide them to achieve the lengths I desired. I hung the short chains on the little wreath and the long chains on the bigger wreath. I then attached the smaller wreath to the bigger one from the inside using fishing wire. This part was tricky as the crystals would slide out of position every time the wreath went off balance, so I recommend asking someone to hold it steady for you as you secure the fishing wire to 4 sides of your wreath so it can hang easily. <br />
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Voila! Hang a detachable light inside (ikea) and you've got yourself a super sparkly chandelier for about $55. <br />
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The lace lamp tutorial is here. <br />
http://dosfamily.com/2011/01/lace-lamp/<br />
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I used an old curtain that I already had. If you want to use a bigger piece of material, be sure to cut it into the shape of small doilies to avoid bunching. My only other dilemma was being unable to find a large round balloon, as Logan does not have a party supply store. So my lamps turned out distinctly more egg-shaped. I would also recommend allowing your lamp to dry for two days before popping the balloon. These lamps were actually quite fun (and cheap!) to make, and could be a lovely party decoration replacement for paper lanterns. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidt7qndEUmDNAeJqV59bn5aW1qWqtazL59ntoF6OLRRPb4Aczj_HPLocovC_isOXvk9ZiYNVLe4x52J6wg5xrXg5ZNoVqxb7poDrcTIhP4bR_3YioGE7jZy-YHv5qtROxl_Lwt/s640/blogger-image-1123022835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidt7qndEUmDNAeJqV59bn5aW1qWqtazL59ntoF6OLRRPb4Aczj_HPLocovC_isOXvk9ZiYNVLe4x52J6wg5xrXg5ZNoVqxb7poDrcTIhP4bR_3YioGE7jZy-YHv5qtROxl_Lwt/s640/blogger-image-1123022835.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-D4BKP_K9BrY43R1dpTI61FlbGlQVpP0dhnNDwVZzuFvHuTOygLek6TsddyWMr0uy5kV4FWjIdiBiAHoOOoN35JlU8V3OOjJrn2hp6j9h03WK45Q-JLDJTzsPskySmFZizbE/s640/blogger-image--768702317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-D4BKP_K9BrY43R1dpTI61FlbGlQVpP0dhnNDwVZzuFvHuTOygLek6TsddyWMr0uy5kV4FWjIdiBiAHoOOoN35JlU8V3OOjJrn2hp6j9h03WK45Q-JLDJTzsPskySmFZizbE/s640/blogger-image--768702317.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWob1M-V9JdcWE5_fqBzyDLDNWVwhqhEr08oX76dQcM42kfHuKfBA936zDXqcL8tc30E8XR9f67IAfVpbMRpVzWUQo26kSuiYi8BkhQrxVzQK4Z1chAMqjhaYZbqBl7YTfi0VQ/s640/blogger-image-714956643.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWob1M-V9JdcWE5_fqBzyDLDNWVwhqhEr08oX76dQcM42kfHuKfBA936zDXqcL8tc30E8XR9f67IAfVpbMRpVzWUQo26kSuiYi8BkhQrxVzQK4Z1chAMqjhaYZbqBl7YTfi0VQ/s640/blogger-image-714956643.jpg" /></a></div>Joslynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12243300031633164272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29381125.post-47047287153688732512012-07-12T22:34:00.000-06:002012-07-13T08:34:57.370-06:0025 weeks and counting.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I feel different lately. <br />
At first it was imperceptible to me, but now I see the change. <br />
My pants don't fit. My skirts don't fit. I ate six raspberry filled doughnuts in two days. <br />
But I am bursting with happiness. With hope. <br />
I already love this little boy. He is close to me, not just physically, but spiritually, emotionally. He kicks when my heart races. He relaxes when I lie down. He is a part of me. <br />
It's a beautiful and terrifying thing. <br />
I have discovered my little friend to be a very polite and convenient house guest. Considering the fact that I thought I had no room to harbor a child, he has wedged himself unpretentiously into my routine. I have been profoundly blessed to experience such an easy pregnancy. <br />
I am getting very excited to meet him.<br />
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