Tomorrow is 11.11.11! I don't know if you think that's lucky or not but I sure do. Glynis McCants a numerologist says that 11.11.11 is a BIG DEAL! Its a master number in numerology and tomorrow is a launch date. 11.11.11 looks like a doorway so you have 3 different doors to choose!
What's that one thing that you've been thinking about doing in your life but have been putting off for along time? Thinking of getting married, perfect day, thinking of quitting smoking, thinking of babies (wink wink) tomorrow is the day to accomplish ALL your dreams. Glynis McCant says light a white candle and write down what you want to accomplish before the end of the year because its still possible!
Here is how to figure out your life number:
Example: Let's take Leonardo DiCaprio whose birthday happens to be tomorrow!
Leo's birthday is 11.11.1980 so you break that down...
1+1+1+9+8+0 = 20 and 2 + 0 = 2!
So Leo's life number is a 2! There are numbers ranging from 1-9.
I am a 9, so it says that I have a strong sense of compassion and generosity. You tend to be quite sensitive, as you see the world with much feeling. The number 9's very deep understanding of life is sometimes manifested in the artistic and literary fields. If drama and acting is not your forte, it will surely be an area of great interest and potential. Likewise, you may be able to express your deep emotional feelings through painting, writing, music, or other art forms.
The purpose of life for those with a 9 life path is often of a philosophical nature. Judges, spiritual leaders, healers and educators frequently have much 9 energy. The number is less inclined to the competitive business environment and may find this a struggle.
For the most part I think this hit it pretty on mark for me.
To view your life number and the full explanation of all of the numbers go to:
http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html
Its kind of interesting to see how well your number fits you and its fun to do it for your children to see what their life number is and how many of the characteristics you can already see of it in them!
Have fun and share your numbers!!
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
A Tree of Thanks...
I think it is very important for our children to learn to be thankful for everything they have. Children often think of things they have as being toys, books, games and things that they can touch rather than the more important things that are there but they can't see.
A great way to help children visualize things they are thankful for is to make A Tree of Thanks!
A great way to help children visualize things they are thankful for is to make A Tree of Thanks!
Every night at dinner time we get out a new leaf and start to think of what are are thankful for either that day, or overall in our lives. My daughter is a bit young so her dad and I contribute most of the ideas. But when we are done writing we take her over to the tree and say "Thank You"and she looks at the tree puts the new leaf on and says "Thank You." With older children it will be a great way to start conversations are the dinner table to connect with each other.
Family dinner at the table, with all electronics turned off is so important. With all of lives activities of work, school, after school activities there are many reasons why family dinners are important part of healthy living. The two most important ones in my opinion are:
1.Children and adults each better when sitted at the table together
2. Creating an atmosphere around the dinner table where you are giving your full attention to your children allows them to feel like they are important and they will be more willing to share their ideas, thoughts, feelings and concerns with you.
If your schedule is really busy and your thinking I would love to do this but there just isn't enough time in the day, set some realistic goals for yourself. Maybe two times a week might it a priority to get together with the family, keep it simple kids don't care if its a four coarse meal or not. Most important make it enjoyable! Save the serious discussions for another time.
Even if you don't have kids this can be important time for you and your partner to connect. I know that I like doing the tree of thanks and family dinner with my husband because it gives us time to sit without distractions and tell each other about our days, about our thoughts and feelings and just to re-connect with each other!
What are you most thankful for in your life?
Thursday, November 3, 2011
All because two people fell in Love!
I wanted to take some time to back it up a little and tell you all about my journey becoming a mother... Boy was this road bumpy. My husband and I have been together for 12 years, we are high school sweet hearts, married 9 of those years. We always knew that after college and buying a house that we wanted a family, a big family. I am the eldest of 5 and he is an only child, so we decided that someplace in the middle is where we wanted to be.
We didn't actually start thinking and preparing for a family until about 5 years ago, I am currently 27 so around 22 I started seriously being like OK!!! its time! After trying on our own for along time we decided that perhaps it was time to see someone to figure out what was not happening. I was told that I have polysistic ovarian syndrome, basically it makes my mental cycle all blah so I don't ovulate or I do at weird times. At 22 I basically took this as okay well we'll see what happens I guess. Than as the years were progressing and nothing was happening I started to get kind of frustrated thinking that maybe we were going to need to go a step further and think about seeing a fertility doctor.
Than in December of 2008 I knew something was different and on January 7, 2009 I had a home pregnancy test... I took about 10 tests, because I knew my body before the test would become positive, than I took 2 home pregnancy tests because I was for sure thinking it was a false negative... than I went to the doctor and made him to a test and sure enough my little peanut was in there!
I definitely think of my daughter as a miracle, for someone who was told that I would probably not be able to have kids on my own this was such a wonderful surprise and blessing. Everything in my pregnancy was going great, I loved being pregnant, I loved feeling the flutters and the eventual kicking. I talked to her everyday (actually I was convinced she was a boy at the beginning) but none the less I talked and played music, started buying baby things, started picking out names. We started working on the baby's room pretty early on because I wanted everything to be perfect (there's that word again, if you've read any of my previous blogs you'll see I got over this ideal or perfect or I'm trying to).
At 33 weeks I started to have a really bad cough, we actually went on vacation to Niagara Falls on July 12 and I was feeling terrible by the end of the trip. Mind you camping at 33 weeks pregnant was a BAD idea! Any who, when we came home from camping, I went to see the doctor because I literally thought I was going to cough my baby up because it was soo bad. He said everything was fine.........
It wasn't.. two days later I ended up in the emergency room being told I needed to be transported to a bigger hospital because they were going to be doing an emergency c-section (oh that's right you having your baby NOW) and that I have congestive heart failure.. WHHHHHHHAAAAAATTTT <---that's what was going on in my mind. On Saturday night I spent the night in the local emergency room, Sunday morning I was transported to bigger hospital everything became a blurr from the morning until I was on the table and they were cutting me open, all I remember was that they wouldn't let my husband come in the room which made me hysterical, and there was this anesthesiologist that was so nice he kept rubbing my arm and saying its okay and talking to me the whole time. I remember some tugging and pulling and than they said "the baby is out" and I said "its still a girl right?"
My husband says they showed me the baby and I kissed her, he says I called people and sent out text messages saying that we welcomed our baby girl. But I don't have any memory of any of it. After having my daughter I was put into an induced coma because of the heart failure fluids were backing up into my lungs making it impossible to breath they needed to incubate me so that they could get all the fluid out. A normal heart beats at an EF (ejection fraction) of 60%-65%. After having my daughter mine was at a 5%.
When I woke up from the induced coma a week later, A WEEK! the first WEEK of my babies life!!! I was getting better, still had an EF of 5% but I was able to breath off of the tubes. They brought my daughter to see me once in the ICU (where I was) she was in the NICU but healthy just small and needed the first night to be on a breathing machine. The first time I really remember seeing her was when I got to go to the NICU and I remember thinking she's so small 4lbs! How am I going to take care of this little baby, I cried. Cried because I was meeting her after a week, cried because I didn't know how to take care of her, cried because my husband had the week from hell, overjoyed at becoming a father... grief stricken over watching me in a coma for a week... wondering the halls of the hospital back and forth from her to me. I cried because they said I was going to need a defibrillator. I cried because this joyous time, this most special moment in my life was ripped out of my hands before I even had a chance to touch it.
After 14 days in the hospital, we both came home. I came home 4 days before my daughter I think because they wanted to give me time to settle in. At home my EF was still 5%. I was going to need intensive cardiology care, medication, and prayers. When we brought our baby home it was the best feeling for us all to finally be home under one roof, finally able to start living as the family I had thought we were going to be.
Over the next year my heart got stronger it is now at 60%! I still am on medicine to help it heal and stay strong but it continues to get better. I was diagnosed with postpartum cardiomyopathy, such a mouth full. I can't watch people having babies on TV, I HATE heart commercials, I hate when they show someone from congestive heart failure dying. It makes me cry, I know I'm okay now... but I wasn't than. Its so much to get over, its so much to be able to put a happy face on over such a messed up situation that was suppose to be one of the happiest times of my life. I still feel like everyday I am making up for the week I lost. A lot of people don't understand that, but for me having my baby in the NICU and not being there that first week to foster, nurture and cherish her is forever going to be the most regrettable thing in my life.
The ONLY thing that gets me through is my daughter, she is 2 years old now happy, healthy, strong, and beautiful!
Now 2 years later we are thinking of having another, I've started to speak with the cardiologist and high risk OB. There is no telling with cardiomyopathy if it will come back or not, the only thing I can do is arm myself with the best doctors, stay healthy and pray.
We didn't actually start thinking and preparing for a family until about 5 years ago, I am currently 27 so around 22 I started seriously being like OK!!! its time! After trying on our own for along time we decided that perhaps it was time to see someone to figure out what was not happening. I was told that I have polysistic ovarian syndrome, basically it makes my mental cycle all blah so I don't ovulate or I do at weird times. At 22 I basically took this as okay well we'll see what happens I guess. Than as the years were progressing and nothing was happening I started to get kind of frustrated thinking that maybe we were going to need to go a step further and think about seeing a fertility doctor.
Than in December of 2008 I knew something was different and on January 7, 2009 I had a home pregnancy test... I took about 10 tests, because I knew my body before the test would become positive, than I took 2 home pregnancy tests because I was for sure thinking it was a false negative... than I went to the doctor and made him to a test and sure enough my little peanut was in there!
I definitely think of my daughter as a miracle, for someone who was told that I would probably not be able to have kids on my own this was such a wonderful surprise and blessing. Everything in my pregnancy was going great, I loved being pregnant, I loved feeling the flutters and the eventual kicking. I talked to her everyday (actually I was convinced she was a boy at the beginning) but none the less I talked and played music, started buying baby things, started picking out names. We started working on the baby's room pretty early on because I wanted everything to be perfect (there's that word again, if you've read any of my previous blogs you'll see I got over this ideal or perfect or I'm trying to).
At 33 weeks I started to have a really bad cough, we actually went on vacation to Niagara Falls on July 12 and I was feeling terrible by the end of the trip. Mind you camping at 33 weeks pregnant was a BAD idea! Any who, when we came home from camping, I went to see the doctor because I literally thought I was going to cough my baby up because it was soo bad. He said everything was fine.........
It wasn't.. two days later I ended up in the emergency room being told I needed to be transported to a bigger hospital because they were going to be doing an emergency c-section (oh that's right you having your baby NOW) and that I have congestive heart failure.. WHHHHHHHAAAAAATTTT <---that's what was going on in my mind. On Saturday night I spent the night in the local emergency room, Sunday morning I was transported to bigger hospital everything became a blurr from the morning until I was on the table and they were cutting me open, all I remember was that they wouldn't let my husband come in the room which made me hysterical, and there was this anesthesiologist that was so nice he kept rubbing my arm and saying its okay and talking to me the whole time. I remember some tugging and pulling and than they said "the baby is out" and I said "its still a girl right?"
My husband says they showed me the baby and I kissed her, he says I called people and sent out text messages saying that we welcomed our baby girl. But I don't have any memory of any of it. After having my daughter I was put into an induced coma because of the heart failure fluids were backing up into my lungs making it impossible to breath they needed to incubate me so that they could get all the fluid out. A normal heart beats at an EF (ejection fraction) of 60%-65%. After having my daughter mine was at a 5%.
When I woke up from the induced coma a week later, A WEEK! the first WEEK of my babies life!!! I was getting better, still had an EF of 5% but I was able to breath off of the tubes. They brought my daughter to see me once in the ICU (where I was) she was in the NICU but healthy just small and needed the first night to be on a breathing machine. The first time I really remember seeing her was when I got to go to the NICU and I remember thinking she's so small 4lbs! How am I going to take care of this little baby, I cried. Cried because I was meeting her after a week, cried because I didn't know how to take care of her, cried because my husband had the week from hell, overjoyed at becoming a father... grief stricken over watching me in a coma for a week... wondering the halls of the hospital back and forth from her to me. I cried because they said I was going to need a defibrillator. I cried because this joyous time, this most special moment in my life was ripped out of my hands before I even had a chance to touch it.
After 14 days in the hospital, we both came home. I came home 4 days before my daughter I think because they wanted to give me time to settle in. At home my EF was still 5%. I was going to need intensive cardiology care, medication, and prayers. When we brought our baby home it was the best feeling for us all to finally be home under one roof, finally able to start living as the family I had thought we were going to be.
Over the next year my heart got stronger it is now at 60%! I still am on medicine to help it heal and stay strong but it continues to get better. I was diagnosed with postpartum cardiomyopathy, such a mouth full. I can't watch people having babies on TV, I HATE heart commercials, I hate when they show someone from congestive heart failure dying. It makes me cry, I know I'm okay now... but I wasn't than. Its so much to get over, its so much to be able to put a happy face on over such a messed up situation that was suppose to be one of the happiest times of my life. I still feel like everyday I am making up for the week I lost. A lot of people don't understand that, but for me having my baby in the NICU and not being there that first week to foster, nurture and cherish her is forever going to be the most regrettable thing in my life.
The ONLY thing that gets me through is my daughter, she is 2 years old now happy, healthy, strong, and beautiful!
Now 2 years later we are thinking of having another, I've started to speak with the cardiologist and high risk OB. There is no telling with cardiomyopathy if it will come back or not, the only thing I can do is arm myself with the best doctors, stay healthy and pray.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Up, Up, and Away...
When I first came home with my little baby I was let's just say a little over protective! I was definitely the mother that was like wash your hands, don't talk to loud, are we DOING this right!!!! One of my biggest fears was leaving my baby. I didn't want anyone else to watch her when she was a baby, alright, alright if anyone who knows me reads this they are going to be thinking and probably saying to themselves you STILL DON'T.
But let me tell you that in the last two years I've realized that while it is important for me to spend the most time with my daughter, I am after all the person who she learns from, is nurtured by and receives comfort from. No one else is going to kiss booboo's like momma or know by a certain cry what it is exactly that she wants. But a burnt out momma isn't good for mother or child.
I've learned to not feel guilty for the time that I need to spend away from her, it doesn't mean I don't love her it just means that I am still a person, a women besides MOMMY! When children spend time away from their primary care giver it gives them the chance to
1. Bond with other adults and form relations with them
2. Learn that not only mommy can lay down the law they need to listen to other adults as well
3. Gives them a different perspective on learning how people interact with each other, how things are done.
4. Creates an atmosphere where your child can adapt better to people and changes.
I know that one of my biggest fears of leaving my daughter is that no one is going to take care of her like I do, but I need to realize (yes I said need I'm still working on it) is that just because its different doesn't mean its BAD. A lot of families have support systems that allow them to be free with whom they can leave their child with, they have active grandparents, sisters, cousins or such. But what about when that isn't available.
I know that from my own experience, my parents are not active grandparents because of health condistions that wouldn't allow them to be as active as my two year old is. My sisters, while they are great with my daughter have lives of their own and often are not there to be that consistent babysitter that I need. That's where a nanny or a babysitter whatever you want to call them come in, from personal experience as a babysitter/nanny that the bond I have with the children that I care for is special. I am apart of their lives, they generally are excitied to see me and spend time with me and I cherrish that.
That is why my husband and I have decided to find a babysitter who can be there to help out once in awhile, someone my daughter can have a special relationship with so that I can have a special relationship with myself and my husband.
I should mention that the first time I left my daughter was to go to a friends home for their birthday party and have a couple of drinks afterwards, I cried immidiatly after leaving the house, my sister was the babysitter in this case and I think that I texted her every 10 to 15 minuets to ask that everything was okay! Now when I go out I perhaps maybe text only every half hour....
Lesson learned to challenge myself and allow my daughter to foster relationships that are not with me and my husband... How do other parents do with this?
But let me tell you that in the last two years I've realized that while it is important for me to spend the most time with my daughter, I am after all the person who she learns from, is nurtured by and receives comfort from. No one else is going to kiss booboo's like momma or know by a certain cry what it is exactly that she wants. But a burnt out momma isn't good for mother or child.
I've learned to not feel guilty for the time that I need to spend away from her, it doesn't mean I don't love her it just means that I am still a person, a women besides MOMMY! When children spend time away from their primary care giver it gives them the chance to
1. Bond with other adults and form relations with them
2. Learn that not only mommy can lay down the law they need to listen to other adults as well
3. Gives them a different perspective on learning how people interact with each other, how things are done.
4. Creates an atmosphere where your child can adapt better to people and changes.
I know that one of my biggest fears of leaving my daughter is that no one is going to take care of her like I do, but I need to realize (yes I said need I'm still working on it) is that just because its different doesn't mean its BAD. A lot of families have support systems that allow them to be free with whom they can leave their child with, they have active grandparents, sisters, cousins or such. But what about when that isn't available.
I know that from my own experience, my parents are not active grandparents because of health condistions that wouldn't allow them to be as active as my two year old is. My sisters, while they are great with my daughter have lives of their own and often are not there to be that consistent babysitter that I need. That's where a nanny or a babysitter whatever you want to call them come in, from personal experience as a babysitter/nanny that the bond I have with the children that I care for is special. I am apart of their lives, they generally are excitied to see me and spend time with me and I cherrish that.
That is why my husband and I have decided to find a babysitter who can be there to help out once in awhile, someone my daughter can have a special relationship with so that I can have a special relationship with myself and my husband.
I should mention that the first time I left my daughter was to go to a friends home for their birthday party and have a couple of drinks afterwards, I cried immidiatly after leaving the house, my sister was the babysitter in this case and I think that I texted her every 10 to 15 minuets to ask that everything was okay! Now when I go out I perhaps maybe text only every half hour....
Lesson learned to challenge myself and allow my daughter to foster relationships that are not with me and my husband... How do other parents do with this?
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