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Sunday, February 13th, 2011
Caroline’s second birthday party was last weekend! It was butterfly-themed. Here are a few pics for your enjoyment… I didn’t go all-out decorating like I did last year, but I did have boards the next day so that’s my excuse. We all had a great time!
I’m two and I’m ready to party! And my mom’s living room is a mess!
Cupcake #1: 10:00am. Just wasn’t worth the tantrum. Few things are, to me, honestly.
Caroline and Papa (my dad).
She got a whoooole lot of presents… and a whooooole lot of Play Doh.
We had a butterfly pinata full of candy, which was especially popular with the dental students/dentists who were present… ironic?
Mom, why are you trying to BURN ME?!
There you have it… the butterfly party. Some year she will have a party that isn’t some kind of bug theme. I guess I figure I’d better get in a bunch of non-pink-princess parties while I still can!
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Saturday, February 5th, 2011
I can’t believe it, but my baby girl is two years old today.
I have her for her birthday weekend, which makes me very happy. I’m having her party here at our place tomorrow (I’ll be sure to post pics!). Unfortunately this weekend is pretty stressful since I have two more days of board exams on Monday and Tuesday and Caroline has been very sick for the past week with hand foot & mouth disease. But my mom has helped me a lot with the party planning so I think it should go pretty well.
Okay. Honestly? I’m in a really weird place these days and would like to post about it but I don’t want to drag down her birthday post… so I’ll just save it for another day.
Here’s the birthday girl from a couple days ago, in my bed with all her stuffed animal friends gathered around her to make her feel better.
I had to miss a lot of school (and boards studying time) staying home because of her illness, but I have to admit that it’s always nice to spend some lazy days at home with my girl.
Happy second birthday, Caroline!!
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Tuesday, August 10th, 2010
I’ve been struggling a little bit lately, hence the long absences between posts. Tyler’s been away. Pretty much constantly since June. He’s been home a few days here and there. Juggling school and Caroline all by myself has been… tiring. Tiring isn’t the word, really. I’m drained. I’m falling behind on my paperwork, losing too much weight, and running on fumes. I know I can do it, and I don’t have much longer to go until I get a little help. I’m just, you know. Struggling a little.
So, I’m trying to get things together for residency applications, because that’s coming up quickly. I have to write a personal statement. I despise writing about myself for personal gain. It feels so fake. I sat here staring at the cursor blinking for the better part of the evening before writing this all in one go, without stopping. I can’t put it in my applications. But I kind of wish I could. It sums up how I feel. If I can do this, if I can have enough of myself left over to still love what I’m doing, I deserve to get in wherever I want. And those bitches better take me.
I had a baby during dental school.
People don’t do that. Well, women don’t do that. I didn’t mean to. She just happened. I found out right before part 1 of the national boards, and I cried every day for weeks. I thought I was losing my career. And my career meant everything to me.
I didn’t know how I was going to do it. I didn’t really think I could.
But I did. I am. I took a break for a year, after encountering some pregnancy complications and reevaluating some priorities. Leaving her and going back to school was the hardest thing I ever did. But I did it and I’m glad I did. I wanted to finish. I want to do this. I still want this more than anything.
More than almost anything.
In order to do this, in order to have a baby and raise her with very little help (due to my husband’s long absences due to his job) during a demanding program, I had to reprioritize. Rearrange. Find a balance. Make things work. I couldn’t be single-minded about my career anymore. And you know what? I think I’m better off for it. I love my daughter. I think she has made my conviction that I want to work in this field even stronger. If I could leave her at home to go back and finish what I started, and still love every single day of what I’m doing, well. It must be the right choice, right? It must be what I’m meant to do. If I can add this little person who requires so much love and attention to my life and still have enough left over to devote to my career and be happy with it every day, I must have chosen well for myself.
This is what I want to do. I still believe that, more than ever.
Even on days like today, when I’m totally exhausted and overwhelmed, I’m glad things happened the way they did. Sure, I still think about how the timing could have been better. But my motivation doesn’t drag at times like my classmates’. I’m doing this for her. She needs me. And I’m so lucky to still be doing what I love.
She’s pretty cute, too. That doesn’t hurt.
And guess what? She took her first steps alone last weekend. I cried so many happy tears. I can’t believe she’s 18 months old. I know it’s cliche, but really. Where does the time go?
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Friday, July 9th, 2010
Oh hai there. I haven’t posted in forever, so I have a lot of random things to say!
Caroline and I have been visiting Tyler and the in-laws in North Dakota for the past week and a half because I am on break from school. It’s always a nice vacation to head out to the middle of nowhere and just relax. We even went to the rodeo this year. I didn’t even know that rodeos still existed before I married this man, by the way. Caroline was obsessed with all the horses. At one point during the day she was throwing a tantrum and I said “Caroline, use your words. Tell me what you want.” and she sniffled and said in a tiny voice “hoss”. I guess all those times I promised her a pony to get her to go to sleep are catching up to me. Crap.
We are struggling with sleep these days… both of us. Her crib was in the same room as us in North Dakota, so she kept waking up and seeing us and wanting to play. Now that she and I are home, she still thinks it should be party time around 2am. I was so tired last night that at 8pm I thought “well, it’s 10pm in North Dakota, so I should probably go to bed early” and then I laid there and laid there and couldn’t sleep, and finally realized that actually I can’t do simple math and it was only 6pm in North Dakota. But by then it was 10pm here so I just stayed in bed anyway. What a boring night. The scary thing is, I’ll be able to write prescriptions for people that involve numbers in just 10 short months. Shhh, it’s fine. Don’t be afraid.
Caroline still isn’t walking, although she loves to hold onto our hands and walk. (She holds her hands up and says “awk! Awk!”) So things are improving in that department. I am for real going to suckerpunch the next person who asks if she’s walking, though. Getting pretty sick of answering that question and hearing the inevitable “wait, how old is she again?” I think I will respond next time with “how old are YOU again?” and see how awkward I can make things.
What else? She is doing a long list of hilarious things. She has so many words now that I have stopped keeping track. She brings me a tissue and says “boogies” when her nose is running. She begs to go “ah-side” and “up, up, up!” She brings us her toothbrush and sternly tells us to “open”. She pokes us in the eye (hard) and explains “eye”. She can name most of her body parts and lots of animals and animal noises. She loves to snuggle and give kisses.
So, I go back to school on Monday. It was a perfect amount of time to be free. I am ready to get back in there and keep being productive, even if it does start my long summer of single-mom’ing it. I’ve got to get going on my summer checklist, though… so far, the only things I’ve done are the girls’ night (Chicaghoes FO LYFE) and the spa treatments, which were glorious, thank you for asking. Maybe Caroline and I will go to the farmer’s market tomorrow, if it isn’t so ungodly hot outside!
Hope you’re all having fantastic summers!
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Sunday, May 9th, 2010
Caroline’s early intervention appointment was on Friday. We had different people than last time. Nicer people. They always send a physical therapist and a speech therapist. The physical therapist was this girl who couldn’t have been older than 23 or so, and she was super nice and cute and Caroline seemed to like her a lot. So I hope we get her from now on. Because Caroline qualifies for physical therapy, which means she is under the 3rd percentile, a.k.a. “severely delayed”.
(I used to use the actual f-word all over the place here and everywhere, but I am trying to watch my potty mouth since I am now a mom of a toddler and all, even if she doesn’t actually “toddle”. A toddler who gleefully repeats any kind of dirty word as if she senses that she is not supposed to be saying it and neither am I.)
Anyway, she qualifies. Technically that is good news. There is no denying that we need some help, because there is no way she will be walking by 18 months without it. It’s also good news that gross motor is the only area of concern. Once you get into two or more areas, you start having to worry that there are bigger developmental problems lurking around.
I try not to read about what she should be doing because it makes me get all uptight and worried and batshitcrazy (oops, sorry, I had to), so I am not sure exactly what level she is really functioning at. But I will just say that she can pull up to her knees but not her feet, is not at all interested in standing with help (her knees buckle), and it’s only been within the past two weeks that we would go into her room to find her sitting in her crib, or in any position other than lying flat on her back.
It sucked to hear that she is so delayed. I try not to feel like it means that I’ve done something wrong, or not done enough for her somehow, but I can’t help but let those thoughts sneak in. I’m also a little irritated with her pediatricians, because every time I ask about it at visits, they push on her legs and bend her knees and stuff and say that her muscle tone is fine. But the physical therapist said she is low tone, and I know another physical therapist who agrees, and she certainly doesn’t bear weight on her legs very well, so you tell me.
I’m all about the run on sentences, tonight. It keeps me from swearing like a trucker. Sorry if this is unreadable. I’m still a little upset.
I just have to keep repeating to myself, this is good, she needs the help, and we are getting it. That’s what really matters. She’s going to be fine. It’s just the one area. We are doing everything right.
So we’ll be seeing a physical therapist once a week for 45 minutes. It sounds like a good program. Connecticut’s program charges fees on a sliding scale, which means we won’t go broke, and they will even come to daycare to work with her, which means I won’t get kicked out of school for missing a day every week.
This is good, she needs the help, this is going to be fine.
Oh… and I can’t close the post without saying happy Mother’s day to all you mamas out there!
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