Aunts and Uncles

I can't believe it has been a whole month since I've last written.  Finals and the holidays have taken all my time.  It was worth it.  I got "A"s in both of my classes and the holidays have been very nice, even with illnesses popping up here and there in the family. Sarah, Jace and Lucy have come to town.  Lucy is being smothered in love by her uncles and aunts. At times we have to rescue her from the attention. I am still getting used to my kids being called aunt and uncle.  Lydia had an easier transition.  She was carrying her doll around in a carrier she got for Christmas and toting the matching diaper bag when I asked her if she was being a good mommy.  "No" she replied, "I not a mommy, I Lydia, Aunt Lydia."

A tub and spells

It doesn’t take long for a mother to learn one cry from another and to pay attention to the most urgent ones. When a child screams in pain or terror a mother comes running.  Lydia was outside my bedroom door screaming “No, No, don’t!” in such a way that I knew she needed immediate help.  There at the top of the stair she sat in a large plastic tub.  John was with her explaining how he was going to push her down the stairs.  If she hadn’t been terrified I might not have gotten there in time.  When I tried convincing him of how dangerous what he wanted to do was, he started into his ever ready explanation of his “safety measures”. Yes, he was planning on sending her down the stairs, but he was going to stay in front of her to make sure she didn’t go too fast.

Lydia was walking around the house with a pencil.  When I asked her what she was doing she pointed the eraser end at me and said “sshhhhooooooo, you’re a baby duck”.  I decided play along.  I started to walk towards her waddling and quacking.  She began to run and several laps around the house later she pointed it at me again and said “shhhooo  you’re a froggy”.  By the time I was too winded to play anymore I had been a cat, snake, lion, monkey, tiger, rabbit and water. Judging by her reactions each was as fearsome as the one before. I think the fairy godmother costume at Halloween went to her head.

Up to his belly button

Years ago I came up with some catch phrases to explain distances, size and amounts to my children.  When we are shopping they are to stay in high-five range (close enough to give me a high-five).  You need to try as many bites of a new food as you are old and so forth. When my two youngest boys asked if they could take a bubble bath I agreed, but reminded them that the water should be no higher than Peter's belly button, since he is the younger and smaller of the two. My back was turned during this conversation so I missed John measuring to see where Peter's belly button was.  I am grateful Melissa saw and quickly added "When he is sitting down!" Emma chimed in "Sitting on his bottom!"  We wanted no misunderstandings or floods in the bathroom. You can never be too careful, especially with those two.

My Ivory Tower

I have enjoyed living my life in an ivory tower, cut off from most of the negative influences of the world.  My viewing habits, and associations are arranged to avoid foul language, graphic violence  and obscenities. The entire family lives by these standards. It was unavoidable today.  We had a critique of our film editing project.  I was expecting to hear things I wouldn't appreciate.  I wasn't ready for this.  In 3 hours I heard and saw more garbage that in all my adult life before this class. What was the most disturbing thing was the reactions of the other class members.  If it was violent or crude it was funny or wonderful.  If it was clean it wasn't worth commenting on. I want my tower back!

My life is changing and then again it's not.

The phone rang and I picked it up.  The person on the other end said they were looking for people to participate is a study involving children’s immunizations, was I the parent or guardian of a child between the ages of 2 months and 24 months?  Ummm, no!  Weird, how could that be?  I’ve been able to answer yes to that question for 25 years.

 John is not the only scientist in the house.  What do they say about Thomas Edison?  He failed how many times before getting anything right?  There must be something in the name.  I popped microwave popcorn for the kids as an afterschool snack.  Willard got the idea to put the unpopped kernels back in the microwave to see if more heat would pop them. Obviously a few kernels are not enough to absorb the rays.  The microwave overheated and stopped.  We figured he had killed it. I unplugged it to let it rest in peace. With little hope in my heart I plugged it back in to make sure it was really truly dead.  Surprise, it sprang to life. It smelled funny for a few days, but it worked fine.  No one was more relieved than Willard. If he handed over every cent that came into his hands it would take him until he was at least 13 to get out of debt to us.

Roy is ownstairs trying to convince Peter that the nap he took lasted all night and now it is Monday morning.  He’s not buying it. They learn young in this house. Now he is trying it on Melissa.  It took her a little longer. I think it worked on Tyler years ago and he is just hoping he can get it to work again.

 

Peter is really starting to read.  It is fun to watch. Lydia is great at encouraging him.  She asks him to read to her.  Actually she asks everyone and she has learned that bringing a book to Dad will get bedtime delayed.  It is not unusual to see the kids from Willard on down on our bed with Roy reading to them when everyone is supposed to be in bed.

We may be done parenting babies, but we are a long way from being done.

Lucy Jean Wilkins

It took me much longer to get to this than I thought it would.  Little Lucy decided that waiting until Monday was just too long.  Sarah went into labor Thursday and Lucy was born that afternoon.  There was no time to try and turn her a C-Section was a must.  The cord was wrapped around her neck so it could have been dangerous. I was on the phone with her when they were deciding if it was time to go to the hospital (hard contractions 2-3 minutes apart "yes"!) At the hospital, right before the c-section and afterward a few times.  This is just an example of the many levels of my life woven together.  All this started just as I was arriving home from class and continued through getting kids home from school, parent teacher conferences, a wrestling tournament and a cub scout space derby. My sister suggested that I drop everything for the baby.  That would have been nice, but sitting by the phone waiting for the next call isn't my style and some of these other things were a big deal for the child involved.  It has all worked out very nicely.

 I wasn't there for the birth, but I did get there the night before their discharge.  I stayed in the hospital and Jace went home to one last  good night's sleep.  Between the two of us (Sarah and I) we did alright.  I slept while she was nursing and held the baby so she could sleep. She is a sweet baby and only cries when there is really something wrong.  She started out having a little trouble nursing, but is doing better all the time. They say C-section babies are the prettiest and they thing they are right.  She wasn't beat up during the birth, instead mommy is.  Sarah is doing really well.  She is up and moving around just about as well as if she had a normal delivery.  She is starting to wean herself off of the pain meds and that is improving her mood.  She feels more like herself. Smiles are coming more easily.

 There are some perks to being in Utah.  They came to the hospital room with the sacrament.  I don't think I have ever appreciated it more.  It was lovely and they left a message about the importance of these little ones so soon from our Father; how they bless our lives. I don't often cry during the sacrament. I sure did that day.

It dawned on me while I was making dinner last night that I have accumulated quite a bit of experience and knowledge about babies, nursing and running a house hold. I've never thought much about it.  Most women have children, many nurse, everyone has to maintain their home.  It may not seem important, but it sure is to the family who benefits from that knowledge.  I didn't have my Mom handy, she was an ocean away and phone calls were prohibitively expensive.  I read everything I could.  It doesn't matter how you learn.  More than anything,  I think it is just the desire that is important.  Do your best and the Lord will make up the rest. 

New Boots

It snowed. Not enough to cause many problems with the streets, just enough to play in.  Of course, Lydia wanted to go out. I had bought some boots for her at the end of the season last year and stored them in the garage.  I found them and cut the tags off, then put them on Lydia. She stumbled around the kitchen then complained "Mom, I can't walk in these boots!"  Silly me, I had forgotten to take the tissue paper out of the toes.