Yes, that is my very high-pitched voice. Lol. It isn’t normally that bad, but you know.. Mommy thing, right???
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Ariana will meet her grandma for the first time in about four days.
Visiting from West Virginia, Justin’s mom flies in on Thursday, February 4th, 2010. She will stay with us until her flight leaves on Sunday.
The day she flies in Ariana will be 8 months old. Where has the time gone?!?! We are three quarters of the way to her first birthday. Wowzers.
So this week I have to clean. I don’t just mean pick up the living room and kitchen and dining room. We are talking a full, top to bottom, deep clean of my house. The thought makes me sick to my stomach. Having a little 2 bedroom apartment doesn’t always mean just a little bit to clean.
Also on the agenda, while we are at it, is baby-proofing. Don’t get me wrong, I have been baby-proofing the house, but this will be an all out baby-proofing.
That leads me to a question (or four)…. How do you prep for visits from the in-laws? What should I expect? Oh my gosh, I have never done this before! YIKES!
Also, so I don’t miss anything, give me a rundown of how you baby-proofed the house when your little ones decided to become mobile. As much as I wish she wouldn’t do this just yet, here we are. Ariana is crawling and apparently climbing too!! HELP!!!!!!
Do you ever have those moments when you feel you just aren’t cut out for parent hood?
I mean, I have two kids now. I have been down the infant road. This is the second journey, and all of a sudden, doubting myself is kicking in.
All these crazy outlandish things that my daughter has done to hurt herself only happens when I am alone. With both kids. After Ariana choked and we had to call 911, I was freaking out thinking that the children’s hospital would call Child Protective Services on me for having objects small enough for her to swallow within her reach. Thankfully, they didn’t.
Today, everyone is having a nice little nap. Sleeping peacefully. Konnor in his bed, Ariana in her crib with me sleeping in my bed next to her. Two hours worth of golden silence and pleasant dreams only to be ripped apart by a gigantic crash and an infant screaming at the top of her lungs.
I jumped out of bed and picked her up so fast I swear I didn’t know what I was doing until we were both back in my bed. Examining her for bumps, protruding bones, and blood, I came to the conclusion that there was no need to call 911 just yet.
How she fell out of her crib is almost a mystery, but maybe more so to my “i-can’t-believe-she’s-growing-so-fast” side as opposed to an outsider’s view. She gets on her hands and knees, she sits up, she crawls, and I suppose this was her showing me that she can, indeed, pull her self up on objects. From what I can figure, she just pulled herself right up and over she went, which is surely a red flag.
Time for mommy to lower the crib mattress to the next level.
Back to my original thought, however; this all makes me wonder if I am cut out for this baby thing. I am seriously questioning my parental skills and instincts in which are used and needed to raise a child. And, for that matter, there should be absolutely no need to question such skills, since they started maturing at the age of………… Oh when was my sister born? Tenish.
Does anyone else have these days where they feel nothing has been or can go right? I am at a loss with myself, and while I’m sure I’m just having a bad day, this is sort of bothering me.
Had I been awake, this couldn’t have happened. If I had lowered the crib when she started crawling, she wouldn’t have fallen out. What if she broke her neck?? What would I have told Justin and my family?!?!
Time to go lower the crib. Like, yes, RIGHT NOW!!!
Alexandra
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