Even though I'm all "grown-up" (there are days when I wonder if this is true), I still need my mom. Today was a perfect example. Last week, my doctor advised me to try taking an antacid medication to see if it would help my morning sickness. For a few days, I felt great. I even started to think that maybe we had found the answer, maybe this was the cure. Again (as I stated in a previous blog), feeling good can be the most discouraging thing of all. This morning my oatmeal refused to stay down, so what could I do but oblige it? I was at the church helping to decorate for our ward Halloween party, and as I have learned to do, I tidied myself up and finished decorating the church. I tried to suck it up by telling myself that this was nothing new and that there is a cure-- having a baby. But deep-down, I was a little discouraged. After a long day of the usual, compounded by Chris not being home for the entire day and evening (again), I came home ready to wrestle Davin to bed by myself and then start working. Davin and I checked the mail and to our surprise, there was a package in our box. It was a package from my mom. Davin has learned the immense value of packages from "grandma"; my mom even gave him a miniature mail truck and told him that she would send him packages in the mail truck. The package this time was for me, however, and very much needed. She gave me a mom's potty treat bag with fun things to help me survive potty training (foot lotion, soft slippers, a massage toy, a face mask to cover my face when I'm dealing with accidents, and a Scotch Brite scrubber for cleaning up messes, etc.). Her timing was perfect; I needed someone to say that she was thinking of me and that it would all be okay. It's not that life is unbearable, but occasionally we all need a little pick-me-up, and who better to know that then Mom.
Even though I'm all "grown-up" (there are days when I wonder if this is true), I still need my mom. Today was a perfect example. Last week, my doctor advised me to try taking an antacid medication to see if it would help my morning sickness. For a few days, I felt great. I even started to think that maybe we had found the answer, maybe this was the cure. Again (as I stated in a previous blog), feeling good can be the most discouraging thing of all. This morning my oatmeal refused to stay down, so what could I do but oblige it? I was at the church helping to decorate for our ward Halloween party, and as I have learned to do, I tidied myself up and finished decorating the church. I tried to suck it up by telling myself that this was nothing new and that there is a cure-- having a baby. But deep-down, I was a little discouraged. After a long day of the usual, compounded by Chris not being home for the entire day and evening (again), I came home ready to wrestle Davin to bed by myself and then start working. Davin and I checked the mail and to our surprise, there was a package in our box. It was a package from my mom. Davin has learned the immense value of packages from "grandma"; my mom even gave him a miniature mail truck and told him that she would send him packages in the mail truck. The package this time was for me, however, and very much needed. She gave me a mom's potty treat bag with fun things to help me survive potty training (foot lotion, soft slippers, a massage toy, a face mask to cover my face when I'm dealing with accidents, and a Scotch Brite scrubber for cleaning up messes, etc.). Her timing was perfect; I needed someone to say that she was thinking of me and that it would all be okay. It's not that life is unbearable, but occasionally we all need a little pick-me-up, and who better to know that then Mom.
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