It's just one of those weeks...

Don't you hate those weeks, when it seems like EVERYTHING is coinciding at the same time? Like when something you do every other week, a monthly meeting you have, and something you're asked to do like every six weeks, etc, etc, etc,  ALL hit on the exact same week?  Well that's been our week.  I feel like we've been running around like complete crazies.  And then to top it off, tonight has been one of those nights when I wonder if we're helping our child or just harming him...  :( 

We had youth group tonight and it was our turn to lead the lesson.  We were scrambling to get out the door, and Eric was trying to print something off the computer.  Meanwhile, Asher lunged for the laptop and cord and in Eric's attempt to keep him safe, Asher fell face first into Eric's upright pencil.   Came awfully close to poking him in the eye, and left a stripe of graphite up his cheek.  :(

Then at the church, I was hurrying to get out some supplies and Asher decides it's the perfect moment to crawl under a table and spit up all over the place.  In an effort to pick him up before he army- crawled through it, I swung him up out from under the table, and at the worst moment he flung his head back and I wacked his forehead really hard into the metal edge of the table, and he split open the bridge of his nose.  Hurt mommy's heart pretty bad.  I'm glad he bounced back quickly from both, though, and hardly would have cried at all, if I hadn't been fighting him so hard to hold ice on his nose.   Poor little guy! 



Doesn't look so bad in these pics, but it's open and bloody, and I wouldn't be surprised if there were some serious bruising in the morning. :(






I'm glad Asher and I have NOTHING going on tomorrow.  :)   Hopefully it's a better day for him.   Though, then again, I've got a baby boy who's into everything and learning to walk.  Hmmm... can't protect him from everything... just most things, I hope. 

#Meagan

P.S. On a lighter note, did you notice the unintentional Brady Bunch imaging going on?  Only he's gazing at himself... :)  Sorry, no siblings in the works yet, folks!

Sleep talking/walking

I'm not sure how many of you have experience with sleep talkers and walkers, but Eric is both. Usually it is a somewhat rare occurance for him, and occurs primarily after major life changes (getting married, Asher's birth), stress (buying our house, work challenges), or sleeping in a new place (my parents house at holidays, hotels).  Pretty much times when he's not sleeping very soundly. I've now discovered it also comes from sleep deprivation.  (Asher was up 5 times in 7 hours last night, and I wasn't exactly quiet about it.)

Regardless,  let me tell you, his sleep walking/talking can stir up a whole host of emotions.  Sometimes, when I'm super tired and know I'm not going to get enough sleep, I can get pretty irritated that his talking is waking me up.  Sometimes it can be spooky, like when I wake up in the middle of the night to him sitting straight up in bed, or even walking around in the bedroom.  But most times, like last night, it is absolute hilarity!  :) 

I came back to bed at one-o-clock, after feeding Asher, to find Eric sitting up sideways in the middle of the bed.  And here is the dialogue that followed (to the best of my recollection):

Me: What are you doing?
Eric: Rubbing my eyes.
Me: Why?
Eric: I'm trying to get up.
Me: What are you going to do? (Still unsure if he's awake or asleep.)
Eric: I'm going to change the tire.  (Ummm... definitely asleep.)
Me:You're dreaming, go back to sleep.
Eric: No, I'm not.  You asked me to change the tire.
Me: No, I didn't. Why would I ask you to do that in the middle of the night?  It's one-o-clock.
Eric: Because, you asked me to change the tire on Asher's swing.
Me: Asher doesn't have a tire on his swing.
Eric: The tire that acts as the counterbalance on his swing.
Me: There's no tire on Asher's swing.
Eric: Oh good.  I really didn't want to get up.  (Mostly awake now.)
Me: You're funny.  Go to sleep.
Eric: I really didn't want to get up.

A few minutes later, when he thinks he's fully awake. You can almost see his half awake brain trying to rationalize his nonsensical dream talk.
 
Eric: You know if you think about it all, it does make sense. 
Me: No, no, it doesn't. Go to sleep. 

He continued to argue his point... but I had already fallen into a fit of giggles that kept me from falling back asleep for some time...

To his credit, we did have a flat tire on the car on Saturday and it did cause some stress for Eric.  BUT... this is Asher's swing.  Sorry, honey. No tire. :)

Anyway, just couldn't help not sharing some of the hilarity that ensues from our sleep deprived state of having an infant.  Let's see how much he remembers....

#Meagan

God's still in the little things

I had a pretty big scare the other night over the loss of my wedding ring.  I realized I didn't have it on when I was running from my car into the hospital on Wednesday night.  It was dark and rainy and I was fumbling for my phone and hurrying to get back to Asher after running home for a quick shower.

I've been wearing it on my pinky since Asher was born, as it just doesn't quite fit yet on my ring finger.  I took a quick glance around but assumed I must have just left it on the bathroom counter at home.  Eric forgot to check for me when he went home that night and I spent all of the next day unable to shake the horrible feeling that it might have fallen off on the sidewalk outside of the hospital. 

When Eric stopped by, I went and looked outside with no success and was even more devastated when it wasn't to be found in its usual spot at home.  I told Eric that if I found a ring outside I would turn it in to the police, he said he would have turned it in to the hospital.  So even though I hoped it was still at home somewhere, we thought it wouldn't hurt to check... and lo and behold, one of the nurses had seen it on the sidewalk coming in for her shift and turned it in to the hospital!  What a gut wrenching, sickening feeling to realize it really had spent the night out on the sidewalk for anyone to find, but what a huge relief that it had been found by someone honest! 

Praise God for answering prayers for the little things. (While a wedding ring has great value, everything is put in perspective when your baby's hooked up to oxygen in the hospital!) It brings me comfort to think how much God must be watching over Asher when he was watching over a little piece of metal and shiny rock that was of value to me.  Anyway, my ring is now securely back around my neck where it hung throughout the duration of my pregnancy.   New motivation to lose those last 10- 15 pounds... I can't wait to get it back on my finger! :)


P.S. Asher continues to improve, is needing less oxygen. less IV fluids, and fewer nebulizer treatments all the time!  We'll be here at least till Saturday or Sunday, though, still.  He has to make it through a whole night without needing oxygen.  Thanks again for all your prayers!

#Meagan

Greetings

I walked by some guys on the street today.  While waiting to get close enough for the cursory 'hi', I instead got a "HEY MAN, HOW YOU DOING?".  I said "Good, you?" and he said GOOD.  It got me thinking. When walking by someone, either at work or on the street, I am constantly faced with the dilemma of how to greet them. I tend to have a tough time deciding at a moment's notice, because I find that I have various options to choose from:

1. Stare at the ground, glance over your shoulder, or at something really interesting on the wall, waiting until you are a specific distance from the person, then look to catch their eye.  You then have two options:
• You catch their eye, greet them, and move on (perfect)
• They don't look up, in which case you move on (muttering to yourself something about the lack of social graces in society these days...)
2. Greet them the moment you see them at the far end of the hall/sidewalk.  Again, in this situation you are left with choices after the initial greeting:
• Glance around awkwardly until you have passed one another
• Start up some meaningless conversation that will only last the 5-10 seconds you have left before passing one another (be careful on this one.  If you miscalculate on time, you'll end up doing that awkward over-the-shoulder conversation finish, where you're talking to their back, unsure if they're even still listening...)
• Continue to greet them every ten feet or so until you have passed (extra points for different greetings and/or languages)
3. Busy yourself with something (i.e. phone, papers, intently biting your fingernails) until you have passed one another with no greeting. (boo)
4. Stare them down.  First one to cry loses.

I think the probability of awkwardness is directly proportional to the distance at which you first see the other person.  The farther away you see them, the more likely you'll walk away from the exchange going "what was that?!".  I tend to mix it up a bit, but always try to greet them in some way, shape, or form. 

So how do you approach it?  Have I missed options?
However you do it, I say to you: Go forth, and GREET!

#Eric