“Cuddle Me, Mommy.”

Cuddle Me, Mommy

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.

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Bubby and Sister

Bubby and Sister

If their birthdays weren’t one year and 364 days apart, you might think they were twins. Baby Jo and C are inseparable. When C gets dropped off at therapy in the morning, Baby Jo frequently asks when we will pick him up. When C gets done with therapy, the first person he runs to hug is Baby Jo. My little trouble team conspires together, encourages each other and loves one another fiercely. Bubby and Sister share a wonderful sibling bond.

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(Kinda) Wordless Wednesday: I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Hubster and I snuck away for a few days of vacation without the kids. Baby Jo stayed with my in-laws, while C spent time with my parents. They missed each other a lot and it was so sweet to see their reunion tonight. C was jumping up and down, squealing with excitement. He kept kissing and hugging his baby sister and on the ride home, this happened.

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Hubster Just Made My Day

I’ve been feeling bad about myself lately (stupid Zoloft). What we need to remember is that our loved ones will love us no matter what.

I’m up really early this morning. C climbed into bed with us at 5am and wouldn’t stop rubbing my face. So after he fell back asleep I got up and went to my laptop. Opened it up to see this video that Hubster put together for me when I went to bed early last night. He’s the greatest.

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