Where I’m Complainy

Jack is being a total pill lately. I’m not sure if he has been saving it all up for when things with his treatment weren’t so intense or what but it sucks! Sometimes it’s a matter of snapping at us or demanding that we not say certain things (tonight it was “googly eyes”). Other times he won’t pick up after himself and defaults to “my legs hurt.” It makes it difficult to tell when he is really not feeling well and when he is just trying to get out of something!

This is weird territory for us. I know many of the medical professionals we’ve seen have mentioned to me that discipline should still be in Jack’s life but, oy. Who has energy for discipline on top of all the cancer stuff? And how do I even tell if he’s just being a little jerk or really not feeling well? One minute he’ll dash into his room and the next he is crawling on his knees to the bathroom.

Lord knows I’m not at my best, either. Fatigue has more than caught up with me, it seems. I’ve taken more than my fair share of naps lately. Hopefully I will ‘catch up’ soon.

I have one more complaint before closing out this sorry post. :P It’s become much harder to share the CaringBridge site with Jack’s dad. Aside from it seeming that he has more and more been using the site as his personal blog instead of Jack’s, having that much insight into what goes on when Jack’s at his house is driving me bonkers. I worry constantly that Jack does too much over there and Jack’s recent attitude problems haven’t helped relieve that fear…especially since Jack has been spending more time there since he’s not in school and David is back at work. I have to keep reminding myself that I can’t entirely protect Jack from his dad’s shenanigans – I can only teach him how to speak up for himself – and becoming a stay-at-home mom is not the answer (although it sounds more appealing on the days when Jack isn’t being a jerk to me…).

Alright, there is my bitch session. Time to put the kiddo to bed!

Trying To Look On The Bright Side

After all, we now get to enjoy:

  • Handicapped parking spots
  • Eaaasssy bedtime
  • More grown up time thanks to an early bedtime
  • An abundance of love and support from all of our friends & family
  • Seeing just what a sweet, kind, and strong person Jack is
  • Less worry about whether Jack’s getting enough to eat
  • Teeth brushing 3x a day without argument (just to avoid mint mouthwash)
  • Jack learning confidence early – if he can beat cancer, he can do anything!
  • Candy and sweets – Jack prefers pickles and turkey, so more sugar for us!
  • Awesome wish granting from Make a Wish program (if we can get Jack to think bigger than a toy)
  • The knowledge that we’re getting the full benefits of the health insurance coverage we’re paying for
  • Easy access to specialist doctors
  • A justifiable excuse to get delivery food and Starbucks
  • Legitimate reasons for sleeping in
  • Fewer disappointments with mail – most of it is fun mail!
  • Newly acquired nursing skills
  • Free books (even if they are about Cancer)

This list is a little tongue-and-cheek but, really, we do recognize all that we have to be grateful for and feel very lucky to be in the position we are in (under the circumstances). Cancer or not, we still have it pretty good in life.

Truthiness Day 6: Nightmare

Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.

I hope I never have to lose my son.  I could not get over that, could not deal with that kind of loss.  That would leave a gaping hole inside of me that would never be filled.  I suspect I would become Annabella Sciorra‘s character in What Dreams May Come, trapping myself inside my own personal hell.

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I had a miscarriage before I had Jack.  It was horrible and I fell into the worst depression I’ve ever felt.  I remember a lot from those days – imagining my future, a future that was supposed to include a child and all that comes with it.  I remember aching with loss, knowing I would never know that person and that I would miss out on every single thing that I was supposed to experience.  I am thankful to have Jack now; to know him, watch him grow, teach him, and experience life with him.  I don’t ache like I did before he came along because I have everything I wanted and more.  I don’t ever want that taken away.

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Half-asleep mumblings

Poor Jack has a cold for the first time in a while.  He doesn’t have a fever but he is visibly exhausted, snotty, and quite hacky.  Last night he woke up twice bawling.  I *think* he hit his head when tossing and turning but it’s hard to say because he was pretty out of it (now I know what David deals with when I try to talk to him while half asleep).  After getting him to bed the second time, I had trouble falling back to sleep and kept thinking I heard him crying.  I’m tired today.

It astounds me that I dealt with regular night waking for almost two years straight when Jack was a baby while holding down a crazy-busy full time job and getting absolutely no down time.  How did I do that?  How does anyone do that?  After being so unused to it now, I feel like a complete zombie today.  It’s a miracle that I can type!

Thank goodness we’re in an easier phase overall!  It’s days like today that remind me why I haven’t had a second child yet.  The easier things get with Jack, the harder it gets to go in the second child direction…

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Parenting Bliss

Jack has been so easy lately.  I can’t express how awesome it is to engage in lazy parenting.  In the mornings he gets up out of bed by himself, drags a step stool over to turn on the bathroom light, uses the toilet and washes his hands without prompting.  This all happens whilei David and I are still trying to catch sleep in our warm beds.  After Jack is done he gives us our morning wake up call so that he can acquire breakfast and watch Super Why! I toss out some clothes for him and he dresses himself, socks and all.  This saves me so much time in the mornings!

Jack has also been buckling himself into his carseat (with just a little help from me) and routines are pretty smooth these days.  He uses the potty, brushes his teeth, and picks out books – all without help – in preparation for bed.  He never asks for a fourth book and last night when I offered one to him, he refused!  I snuggle for a couple of minutes and shower him with kisses until he dissolves into giggles before saying goodnight.  He did get up to use the bathroom again last night, but went back to bed without a word after he was done.  I was impressed!

I know this won’t last, but I will enjoy it while it does.  This is exactly why I don’t have a second child yet!!!

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Sweet dreams

As much as I feel impatience when Jack and I go through the bedtime routine every night, I also cherish those special moments.

I love that, no matter what, we have time set aside each night to read books and talk about the stories.

I love that we will always say goodnight with a multitude of hugs and kisses. I love hearing him whisper, “I love you, mom” with a sigh.

I love discussing what he wants to dream about.

I love that when I tell him to close his eyes he replies, “I just want to close one eye.”

I love snuggling up to him, smelling his neck and nuzzling his skin while I hold his hand or caress his hair. It soothes me as well as him. It’s so soothing, in fact, that I have fallen asleep right next to him more often than not.

Even though I don’t love listening to him call for me over and over again when he should be drifting off to sleep, I love that he knows I will answer if he doesn’t give up calling.

I love that face. Photo (c) 2009 Sarah ReedeI love that face. Photo by @Sarahndipitea

Visitation and missing pieces

One of the hardest parts about divorce with a child involved comes from custody and visitation arrangements. Joe and I manage pretty well with figuring this stuff out, but there are always issues somewhere!

For some reason the judge is requiring that I fill out forms (an ORDER, as verbiage in the settlement agreement just won’t do!) about which holidays belong to each parent, how many days a week each parent has, and how much support is owed. The bizarre demand for these forms is the main reason why the divorce is not yet finalized. It is frustrating because filling out the extra forms is repetitive. Also, apparently they are not required of everyone so the company I paid to draw up the papers was surprised to have to generate these forms on top of the settlement agreement! Arg! Leave it to the government to make a fairly straight-forward divorce waaaaay more complicated.

I’m not entirely sure how others arrange visitation with their exes. When I was a kid, we went to see my dad every other weekend. That seems like a ridiculously small amount of time to me now. I don’t know how my parents chose that arrangement or why anyone would really. Perhaps it was just a different time, or maybe it’s just that my dad’s lifestyle was less kid-friendly. As a child I disliked this arrangement for a couple of reasons. The first was that I wanted to see my dad more than once every two weeks. In addition, it was difficult to get into a routine when we went so long between visits. By the time the visitation weekend came around, I just wanted to stay home because I felt unused to my dad’s house again. Of course, after the weekend was over I didn’t want to leave.

In any case, the visitation arrangement between Joe and me is mostly based on our work schedules. Unfortunately equal custody was not possible at that point in time as Joe moved an hour away and we wanted to keep Jack’s daycare stable. Joe is a park ranger and his job changes seasonally, as does his schedule. He usually gets one weekday and one weekend day off. I work a typical Monday through Friday 9-5 week with Saturdays and Sundays off. Last summer when we split up, it just seemed to make sense that Joe would take Jack on his days off since they were different than mine and I’d have Jack with me more. This precedent has continued and Jack generally goes to see his dad for 2 days each week – Joe picks Jack up from daycare on Thursday and brings him to my place on his way to work Sunday morning.

We’ve tossed around other arrangement ideas, such as switching every other week, but so far we’ve stuck with what we have. It seems to work well for Jack, so I’m afraid of changing things up. Even so, I always wonder if there is a better way, especially with how things have been going lately. I have Jack five days a week, and four of those days he goes to daycare. I effectively have one day each week where I get to focus on my kid and four days where I’m carting him to and fro and splitting my attention a million different ways. I fully admit that I envy Joe’s two workless days with Jack each week. Not only does Joe get more quality time with Jack, but he also doesn’t have the daily daycare drop-off to deal with or the struggle between needing to rest after work and wanting to enjoy time with his child.

I am not writing this to say “woe is me” with regard to how things have worked out. I know that it is incredibly lucky to have things running so smoothly in a divorce situation. This is just an area that was difficult to imagine prior to the separation and I feel the need to put it into words. At any given time one of us is losing out on time with an individual we love and need desperately. We are happier and healthier than we were a year ago, but one of us is always missing something.

The Future

I look at these pictures and I can see Jack at 16. I see that he has already been watching me and figuring out what happens when mom drives.
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I know that this extends to other areas of our life and it takes my breath away. He is growing up so very quickly. In these moments I feel as if a film of the future is rolled out in front of me and I catch only a few frames. It makes me want to wrap my arms around Jack and hold on in the hopes that time will slow down and that he will stay my wonderful little guy for just a little longer.
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What's your favorite baby stage?

Yesterday Jack woke up and the only word he would say for hours was “no.”  He said no to things he didn’t want, and said no to things he did want.  He threw a fit when we put him in the stroller for a walk in the beautiful summer-like weather outdoors (he came around).  My dear husband looked at me at that point and said, “See, this is why this stage sucks!”

Even if there are more outbursts than ever, I still love toddlerhood.  I love the fact that Jack has feelings and desires and communicates them (even if the communication is not always clear or positive).  I love that a hug now means embracing rather than the kid just standing there passively while I clutch at him (oh, the feeling of chubby toddler arms squeezing me!), and it’s wonderful to see him running toward me when I get home from work.  I love that he has an imagination and shows it by wrestling with his giant stuffed crab while making funny noises or throwing it up in the air over and over – stuff that he came up purely on his own.  I love feeling his little hand tugging at my sleeve when he wants me to color with him.  I love feeling like I’m my kid’s best friend.

Sure, there are down sides to this stage.  Tantrums aren’t fun.  I can do without the acrobatics during breastfeeding, and the daycare separation anxiety is worse than ever.  Overall, though, the difficulties are just demonstrative of all of the things he can do now and the depth of his emotions.  He is flexing his toddler brain and he is a force in our lives, his own individual.  This is the stuff I’ve been looking forward to – the unabashed demonstration of his thoughts and feelings.  It is just now that I feel like I’m getting to know my kid and seeing a little of what he will grow up to be.  It’s like reading a book that is so intensely interesting that I don’t want to put it down.  And as much as I want to know how the story turns out, I also don’t want it to end!