Just
as anticipated, tooth number two shortly followed tooth number one on
the day of Wyatt’s 8 month Birthday. I had no idea teeth could be that
sharp and why does he insist on biting things like my fingers or my arm.
Wyatt definitely notices his new,
pearly white teeth; He can’t stop tonguing them and biting down on
objects with them. Hopefully this will soon pass and we will have a
child that doesn’t stick his tongue out all the time.
Wyatt’s mobility has gotten really out of hand. He can sprint from
the living room into the kitchen (and more specifically, into the dogs
food bowl) before I can even rinse out a bottle. Four times now has he
eaten dog food on my watch. He’s obsessed with
crunchy snacks and foods that he can put into his mouth and the dog food
just sits there day in and day out, taunting him. It’s hard not to
laugh when he sprints for the bowl and immediately picks up a handful of
crunchy meat flavored treats and stuffs them
in his mouth but I really don’t want to make a habit of it. Dog food
isn’t exactly something I wish to feed my son. Mostly because the meaty
dog breath that comes from my son’s mouth is disgusting.
Wyatt is obsessed with things that he can’t, or should I say,
shouldn’t have. Computer cords, remotes, wires, plastic bags and pretty
much anything else random around the house that isn’t meant for baby
hands. I could have tons of toys sprawled out across
the floor and he wants to crawl to the corner of the room and play with
the computer cord, or crawl over to the fireplace and try to crawl on
top of it. How does he know exactly what to do to drive me nuts? Oh, and
have I mentioned that if I say “NO”, he just
smiles and mocks me with a loud grunt?
This certainly hasn’t been an easy month for parenting, or for just
being an adult. This brings me to what I never thought I’d have to
face; losing my job. I found out on Tuesday April 10th
that my position was being eliminated. The company I work for isn’t
making enough money and have made poor financial decisions that now
result in my position being eliminated. I’m absolutely heartbroken that
after June 1st,
I will no longer be in HR with my current employer. This has really
taken its toll on me emotionally and physically. I never imagined being
in this position and I didn’t see it coming. At first I just cried.
Every day, all day. I then stopped eating. After
about 5 days of refusing to eat, I finally made a trip to my family
physician where he put me on anti-anxiety medications. They helped me
sleep at night and that’s about it. After losing a good bit of weight, I
realized that I needed to try to eat, for nothing
else but my family. It’s just so hard to eat, drink or think positively
when you’re presented with a big change that’s out of your control. Many
thoughts filled my head such as, how will I provide for my family? How
will I get weekend care for Wyatt (providing
I stay with my company in a different position which requires weekend
work). I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to do it and I don’t feel
happy or comfortable with anything right now but it doesn’t change that
I’m losing my job and I need to do something. So,
I’ve been applying for positions with other companies in HR, hoping that
I get a an interview. I’m a little better now but my thoughts are still
consumed with questions about my future and the unknown. Obviously this
is something that was not expected and it’s
very hard on us, but we know that with change comes opportunity.
Opportunity for a better job, for better pay, and most importantly,
stability. I’m not exactly sure where I’ll be in a few weeks but I’m
hopeful that eventually, I’ll be in a good, secure place
once again. Please continue to send us positive vibes and say a little
prayer for us.
Luckily, I’ve had a lot of support and encouragement from my
friends and family and it really does help. I have to just thank my
on-line mommies group for the kind words and thoughtful gifts. They have
really made this easier on me in more ways than one
and for that, I am thankful.
I’ve been reading a lot lately. I burned through the Hunger Games
trilogy just to realize how much I miss making time for reading. Maybe
it’s just an excuse to escape reality, but I enjoy using my imagination.
I joined a book club and hope to continue
making time for me and my books.
With my 30th
birthday around the corner, Glen asked me what I wanted this year.
Normally we don’t exchange large gifts but this year was special, so I
wanted to do something different
and special. I’ve decided to get a tattoo. A tattoo that represents
Wyatt. A tattoo is symbolic to me and although I always wanted one, I
could never decide what I wanted to get. Once Wyatt was born, I knew
that I wanted to get something that symbolized him.
After much thought, I decided to get a Simba tattoo from Disney’s The
Lion King. Wyatt being represented by a lion (he’s a Leo) mixed with my
love for Disney. I got this idea from the drawing Rifiki makes of Simba
when he’s born and named the new king. Although
it was painful, I’m very happy with it and believe it’s the perfect
representation of my son.
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