I’m sitting in the bathroom, writing while my kids splash around in the tub, trying to see just how much water the floor can tolerate. This is life right now — sitting on the closed toilet lid, making sure nobody drowns, hoping Rowan doesn’t pee in the water, and telling Lorelei to get her butt out of her brother’s face.
I’ve had several people tell me that the videos I’ve shared of Rowan’s breathing when in respiratory distress have given them useful information to help them make informed choices for their own kids. This is especially true when it comes to “retractions.” Retractions are usually talked about when people seek advice about when to call the doctor but are difficult to describe with words.
And it’s done. Rowan is officially weaned. I want to exclaim how my boobs are mine again, yay! But he seems to think my nipples are some sort of button? They’re his version of a fidget spinner. His security blanket. And omg, I’m about to crawl out of my skin.
It seems like everything has an awareness month. I bet, if you look hard enough, you can find at least one that applies to you. I always joke that May is Awareness Awareness Month since it seems to be a popular choice. Just for me personally, there’s Mental Health Awareness Month, Asthma and Allergies Awareness Month, and Preeclampsia Awareness Month.
Happy October 32nd, everyone! I’ve decided to just ignore November entirely.
I love mid-October because Halloween is my favorite holiday, though I did phone it in a bit this year. Lorelei wanted to be a witch, so our theme was just basic dark fairytale cliches.
Rowan is two and a half. That’s halfway to five. More than halfway to kindergarten.
I wonder, sometimes, if I expect less of him than I did when Lorelei was his age. Am I letting his former preemie status stand in his way? Or is he just a different kid, with different strengths?
I’ve been trying to find time to write this update for days but last week kept getting in its own way.