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C spent three days home sick last week with a cold and fever, which he then passed to Baby Jo over the weekend. Nights have involved making trips to bedrooms to administer ibuprofen and little feet landing in my face from the sick child next to me. The two of them have been at each other for days, yelling and fighting and whining and pushing. Goodness, do they know how to push each other’s buttons (and mine). But there have been little things in the midst of it all. Happy little things that make me do a double-take and think about how far we have come from the relationship that the two of them once had.
Historically speaking, Baby Jo hasn’t been much for cuddles. She would push me away as a baby and later ran away from me as a toddler. In those rare moments she actually wanted a little cuddle time, she preferred her daddy. Baby Jo was just 3 months old when C had his first hospitalization. I felt like my attention was unevenly divided for most of her life as a result of her brother’s medical needs. The weight of that guilt dragged me down for years. It still bothers me a bit, even though I know I tried my very best.
Look at this photo from two years ago! I can’t believe my baby boy has had two years with the g-tube button. He had the surgery more than two years ago, then they inserted the button three months after the surgery. He has come so far since that day.
I have been at this special needs parenting gig for a while now and most things don’t phase me anymore; but, there are certain things that hit me a little harder than usual. Sometimes the stressful things happen consecutively and I find myself wanting to crawl in bed, have a good cry and enjoy a pity party for one.
Disclosure: I received an Oven Ready Turkey from Jennie-O. The thoughts and opinions below are entirely my own.
I’m not sure how Friendsgiving originated. Whenever I hear the word, I am reminded of every Thanksgiving episode of, “Friends.” We planned a weekend at a cabin with six of our friends this year and decided it was the perfect time to celebrate Friendsgiving. No one managed to get their head stuck inside a turkey, but we still had a good time! One thing that made this a little easier was the Oven Ready Turkey from Jennie-O.