Sunday, December 7, 2008
Work, work all day long.
My parents have Molly this weekend because there was a family Thanksgiving/Christmas party at my Aunt and Uncle's and I didn't feel like going, didn't want to drive and I have finals coming up so I wanted to study. But, instead of studying, we're cleaning and getting things done. We found our storage unit provided by the apartment complex and moved EVERYTHING in out closet out, put it in boxes, and put it in the storage. It's basically a lot of baby stuff we don't need anymore but don't want to get rid of because of any future children we may have. A TON of 0-3 and 3-6 month clothes as well as a TON of summer clothing. Her baby swing, the bouncer, parts to the travel crib we don't use...all that good stuff. I'm so happy too because that way we can move some of the clutter from that actual living spaces of the apartment into the closet and it'll be nicer inside the apartment as well. We're also putting the tree up and *hopefully* getting a few decorations and whatnot for the apartment. I'm so excited, I love Christmas. I love wrapping presents and decorating for the holidays. I LOVE it! Oh, and it snowed like 2 inches yesterday. I'm just sad that Molly's not here so I can let her play in the snow for a few minutes and get some cute pictures. But she'll be back soon enough I guess. I misses her. Ah. Well I'll post a picture when we get the tree up, so until then.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Ugh.
I promise I will keep up on this blog more often now. So, update.
School. Sucks. It's so hard! Finals are this week and the only one I'm worried about is Spanish. I got E's (college's version of an F) on 2 out of 3 tests this quarter. Are you kidding me? I freaking STUDIED for the last test, and I still failed? Stupid stupid stupid. Right now I'm avoiding work that should have been done yesterday. I hate being behind. But Molly's been sick so it's been hard to keep up. All my professors are very flexible with me and the fact that I'm raising a child. I tell them I can't come in because my daughter is sick, or I need another day to get something done because she hasn't been feeling well, or I have to bring my daughter to class because she has a fever and can't go to daycare. They are very understanding, I have never had a problem with a teacher being rude to me because I have a child. That is one of the things I love about this university. So, wish me luck on finals, I have Stats Monday morning, Spanish Tuesday night, and SHS Thursday morning. Then I'm done. Until January. Yay.
Molly. Since I'm breastfeeding still, though not exclusively, I still am at night and on the weekends, I bring Molly into bed with me when she wakes up at night for her feeding. On Tuesday at 7:30am the poor girl rolled herself off Jon and I's bed and smashed her head on the linoleum floor. All I heard was THUD then SCREAM. I jumped out of bed because I knew what had happened. We cried together while I tried to comfort her. She has a bruise now right in the middle of her forehead. I felt so bad. What kind of a mother does that? A normal one I tried to tell myself, a normal one. It doesn't make me a bad mother because she fell off the bed, it makes me a bad mother if I don't care that she fell off the bed. Anyway, she was fine after that, her normal self. She was crawling like normal, playing like normal, babbling, pulling up, everything was fine. I wasn't really worried. Thank goodness my baby was fine. Then, while I was in class Thursday night and Mols was at daycare she threw up. All over everything. Her clothes were absolutely soaked. I got there and she was naked, but feeling just fine. Rebecca, one of the workers at the center, was carrying her around. She said that baby felt just fine, right after she got sick she went back to normal. Who knows. I freaked out through. I knew that vomiting and a head injury was not good. So Jonathan and I took Molly to the ER at the local Children's Hospital. We got there at 9:30 pm and it was PACKED. We got signed in quickly, waited a little bit, then got checked in fairly quickly. This was when the waiting began. It was AWFUL. We waited until 12:30 to be seen by the doctor who just told us that Molly looked fine and she was probably just coming down with something. Like that's a whole lot better lady. However, no internal injuries from the fall so my conscience felt better. We got home close to one, I nursed Molly to sleep and then I crashed. We didn't get up until 8am yesterday and it was great.
Jon. Not too long ago his service manager at work wrote him a recommendation for a raise. It went to the higher ups, who promptly denied it. Shit. It's winter so they don't have a lot of work therefore can't "afford" to give him a raise. Gimme a break, the cheap asses just don't want to. It's frustrating, raising 3 people off $800 a month isn't easy. It used to be more, but their hours got cut because of, surprise surprise, winter as well. It's hard having a seasonal job. Also, the ecomony sucking hasn't helped at all. Eh. We're getting by, barely, but we are. But the company is trying to screw us over even more. They told us that Jon would be getting the head boat mechanic job come spring. They were going to send him to get the necessary training done and his pay would increase to about $20 and hour plus flat rate. That's not going to happen. They're aren't sending him for the schooling/training now because they don't want to pay for it. And they're cutting his raise in half. He's only going to be getting a $5 or $6 raise instead of a $12 one. I'm so frustrated with them right now. They treat their employess like crap. They're fireing EVERYONE. Everyone in sales got the boot, now they're making their other employees pick up the slack because they realized, oh shit, we shouldn't have done that, we need them. Idiots.
Okay, rant over. And the update is over. Molly's great, she's crawling now more than ever, she's pulling up and cruising along the furinature. She's 8 months now, 9 on the 16th. It won't be long until she's walking. She just has to learn to stand on her own and I'm sure she's gone. It's a scary thought. Hopefully she takes her time learning to support her own weight, I'm not ready for it. Here are some recent pictures of my beautiful little gift from God. Pic 1: Molly playing with pearls. Tried to make a "photo shoot" out of it. Eh. 7months old. Pictures 2 and 3: Halloween Day! Baby's first Halloween. The 2nd one is what she wore to daycare, the third one is her trick or treating butterfly costume. Pictures 4 and 5: Part of her 7month almost 8month professional pictures we got done. Jon freaked out I didn't have a shirt for her. She's 7months old (at the time), no one's thinking of her like that. I promise. lol.
School. Sucks. It's so hard! Finals are this week and the only one I'm worried about is Spanish. I got E's (college's version of an F) on 2 out of 3 tests this quarter. Are you kidding me? I freaking STUDIED for the last test, and I still failed? Stupid stupid stupid. Right now I'm avoiding work that should have been done yesterday. I hate being behind. But Molly's been sick so it's been hard to keep up. All my professors are very flexible with me and the fact that I'm raising a child. I tell them I can't come in because my daughter is sick, or I need another day to get something done because she hasn't been feeling well, or I have to bring my daughter to class because she has a fever and can't go to daycare. They are very understanding, I have never had a problem with a teacher being rude to me because I have a child. That is one of the things I love about this university. So, wish me luck on finals, I have Stats Monday morning, Spanish Tuesday night, and SHS Thursday morning. Then I'm done. Until January. Yay.
Molly. Since I'm breastfeeding still, though not exclusively, I still am at night and on the weekends, I bring Molly into bed with me when she wakes up at night for her feeding. On Tuesday at 7:30am the poor girl rolled herself off Jon and I's bed and smashed her head on the linoleum floor. All I heard was THUD then SCREAM. I jumped out of bed because I knew what had happened. We cried together while I tried to comfort her. She has a bruise now right in the middle of her forehead. I felt so bad. What kind of a mother does that? A normal one I tried to tell myself, a normal one. It doesn't make me a bad mother because she fell off the bed, it makes me a bad mother if I don't care that she fell off the bed. Anyway, she was fine after that, her normal self. She was crawling like normal, playing like normal, babbling, pulling up, everything was fine. I wasn't really worried. Thank goodness my baby was fine. Then, while I was in class Thursday night and Mols was at daycare she threw up. All over everything. Her clothes were absolutely soaked. I got there and she was naked, but feeling just fine. Rebecca, one of the workers at the center, was carrying her around. She said that baby felt just fine, right after she got sick she went back to normal. Who knows. I freaked out through. I knew that vomiting and a head injury was not good. So Jonathan and I took Molly to the ER at the local Children's Hospital. We got there at 9:30 pm and it was PACKED. We got signed in quickly, waited a little bit, then got checked in fairly quickly. This was when the waiting began. It was AWFUL. We waited until 12:30 to be seen by the doctor who just told us that Molly looked fine and she was probably just coming down with something. Like that's a whole lot better lady. However, no internal injuries from the fall so my conscience felt better. We got home close to one, I nursed Molly to sleep and then I crashed. We didn't get up until 8am yesterday and it was great.
Jon. Not too long ago his service manager at work wrote him a recommendation for a raise. It went to the higher ups, who promptly denied it. Shit. It's winter so they don't have a lot of work therefore can't "afford" to give him a raise. Gimme a break, the cheap asses just don't want to. It's frustrating, raising 3 people off $800 a month isn't easy. It used to be more, but their hours got cut because of, surprise surprise, winter as well. It's hard having a seasonal job. Also, the ecomony sucking hasn't helped at all. Eh. We're getting by, barely, but we are. But the company is trying to screw us over even more. They told us that Jon would be getting the head boat mechanic job come spring. They were going to send him to get the necessary training done and his pay would increase to about $20 and hour plus flat rate. That's not going to happen. They're aren't sending him for the schooling/training now because they don't want to pay for it. And they're cutting his raise in half. He's only going to be getting a $5 or $6 raise instead of a $12 one. I'm so frustrated with them right now. They treat their employess like crap. They're fireing EVERYONE. Everyone in sales got the boot, now they're making their other employees pick up the slack because they realized, oh shit, we shouldn't have done that, we need them. Idiots.
Okay, rant over. And the update is over. Molly's great, she's crawling now more than ever, she's pulling up and cruising along the furinature. She's 8 months now, 9 on the 16th. It won't be long until she's walking. She just has to learn to stand on her own and I'm sure she's gone. It's a scary thought. Hopefully she takes her time learning to support her own weight, I'm not ready for it. Here are some recent pictures of my beautiful little gift from God. Pic 1: Molly playing with pearls. Tried to make a "photo shoot" out of it. Eh. 7months old. Pictures 2 and 3: Halloween Day! Baby's first Halloween. The 2nd one is what she wore to daycare, the third one is her trick or treating butterfly costume. Pictures 4 and 5: Part of her 7month almost 8month professional pictures we got done. Jon freaked out I didn't have a shirt for her. She's 7months old (at the time), no one's thinking of her like that. I promise. lol.
Friday, October 10, 2008
My poor baby!
Things have been super hectic lately, although isn't it always? Ugh. School's actually going well, had a Spanish test yesterday though, I'm almost certain I bombed it. Spanish is NOT my forte, to say the least. I should become an English major, much better subject for me. Jonathan FINALLY paid the speeding ticket from Cleveland off and got the warrant lifted so he could show proof of insurance and we didn't have to pay an ADDITIONAL $150. Sure hope he's learned his lesson and follows the lay of the lands, or roads I guess. Now the last ticket we have to pay off is the $330 for the suspended license, woot woot! But, of course, it doesn't end there. A lot of little things we have to do and pay in order for his license to be officially reinstated. They make you jump through hoops, it's ridiculous.
Anyway, on to the main subject of the post. My poor baby starts daycare on Monday!! :( It's a little bittersweet for me, to say the least. I have loved our summer together and was so so glad I could be there with her when she was so little and I got to be the parent I really and truly wanted to be. I'm sad that time is coming to a close, but at the same time I cannot wait for some time to myself! I feel awful for being glad I'm sending her off, that I should want to be spending time with her, but sometimes Mommy just needs a break (or a much deserved nap!) It's going to be rough for her I know, but it's never more than 5 hours at a time. 25 hours a week I think will work well for us, not entirely full time, and that's that way I want it. She's got a serious touch of separation anxiety though, and for the most part when I take her out to OSU's childcare center for the evening care while I go to class but sometimes I come back to her screaming. Poor girl. Maybe this way she can get more used to it and become her own little girl? I think I'm trying to convince myself more than anything... :(:( I also *accidentally* weaned her off the bottle. When Mol was born she wouldn't latch, I would place her at the breast in the hospital and she would promptly fall asleep. Over the summer though I was determined to get her to breastfeed because pumping was driving my nuts and breaking my budget because I was renting from the hospital. Well it was all good for a while, I got my girl to latch and we could go between a bottle and the breast, like if family would watch her she'd get the bottle but if she were with me it was breast. Now though she wants nothing to do with the bottle. At OSU one of the teachers told me Mol seemed utterly offended when the teacher offered her the bottle. Oh my poor girl. She would much rather go hungry than take a bottle. She'll eat baby food no problem though, so at least she has something in her little tummy. I hope this transition from home to daycare goes a lot smoother than I am anticipating. So this is long enough and I'm needing to get to sleep before my little one wakes back up for a night time feeding!
Anyway, on to the main subject of the post. My poor baby starts daycare on Monday!! :( It's a little bittersweet for me, to say the least. I have loved our summer together and was so so glad I could be there with her when she was so little and I got to be the parent I really and truly wanted to be. I'm sad that time is coming to a close, but at the same time I cannot wait for some time to myself! I feel awful for being glad I'm sending her off, that I should want to be spending time with her, but sometimes Mommy just needs a break (or a much deserved nap!) It's going to be rough for her I know, but it's never more than 5 hours at a time. 25 hours a week I think will work well for us, not entirely full time, and that's that way I want it. She's got a serious touch of separation anxiety though, and for the most part when I take her out to OSU's childcare center for the evening care while I go to class but sometimes I come back to her screaming. Poor girl. Maybe this way she can get more used to it and become her own little girl? I think I'm trying to convince myself more than anything... :(:( I also *accidentally* weaned her off the bottle. When Mol was born she wouldn't latch, I would place her at the breast in the hospital and she would promptly fall asleep. Over the summer though I was determined to get her to breastfeed because pumping was driving my nuts and breaking my budget because I was renting from the hospital. Well it was all good for a while, I got my girl to latch and we could go between a bottle and the breast, like if family would watch her she'd get the bottle but if she were with me it was breast. Now though she wants nothing to do with the bottle. At OSU one of the teachers told me Mol seemed utterly offended when the teacher offered her the bottle. Oh my poor girl. She would much rather go hungry than take a bottle. She'll eat baby food no problem though, so at least she has something in her little tummy. I hope this transition from home to daycare goes a lot smoother than I am anticipating. So this is long enough and I'm needing to get to sleep before my little one wakes back up for a night time feeding!
Monday, September 29, 2008
This is ME.
For the people who wonder who I am and what this blog is about, here is ME.
About Me and My Family
My name Meg I am 19 years old, fiancee of Jon, also 19, and together we are the proud young parents of one Miss Molly Elizabeth. Molly was born March 16, 2008 at 11:44 am. She weighed 7lbs 10ozs and was 20 inches long. She is the center of our worlds and everything we do revolves around her in one way or another, and we wouldn't change our lives for anything.
Our Situation
Jon and I are originally from NW Ohio and that is where we met nearly 3 years ago, November 5, 2005 is when we "officially" started dating. We got engaged December of '06 and found out we were pregnant July 22, 2o08 shortly after graduating high school. It was a shock to us, and it's made our lives harder, but it's also made our lives better. We now live in an 2 bedroom apartment in central Ohio because I am a full time 2nd year student at The Ohio State University. My major is Speech and Hearing Sciences and I plan to continue on to graduate school to become an SLP (speech language pathologist.) Jon is a July '08 graduate of Ohio Technical College in Cleveland, OH. He specializes in Powersports, or small engines such as: ATV's, motorcycles, PWC's, and others of the like. He is currently employed full time at ASK Powersports in Columbus.
My Blog
My reason for starting this blog is, well number one, there are a lot of things I cannot vent with my fiancee about, like HIM! My blog is a way to get all the things I am so angry with him about out while still stroking his ego and leaving his feelings intact. Also, people have a generalized idea about how the single parent/young parent world behaves. It is a negativesterotype that I am here to help crack wide open. YES my daughter's insurance is Medicaid, YES we use food stamps, and YES I am unwed, but in no way does this make me or my fiancee a bad parent. Good parents come in all shapes, sizes, ages, races, or socio economic stratospheres. My daughter is happy, healthy, and most importantly extremely loved. That is all that truly matters to me, and I hope some of you can agree.
About Me and My Family
My name Meg I am 19 years old, fiancee of Jon, also 19, and together we are the proud young parents of one Miss Molly Elizabeth. Molly was born March 16, 2008 at 11:44 am. She weighed 7lbs 10ozs and was 20 inches long. She is the center of our worlds and everything we do revolves around her in one way or another, and we wouldn't change our lives for anything.
Our Situation
Jon and I are originally from NW Ohio and that is where we met nearly 3 years ago, November 5, 2005 is when we "officially" started dating. We got engaged December of '06 and found out we were pregnant July 22, 2o08 shortly after graduating high school. It was a shock to us, and it's made our lives harder, but it's also made our lives better. We now live in an 2 bedroom apartment in central Ohio because I am a full time 2nd year student at The Ohio State University. My major is Speech and Hearing Sciences and I plan to continue on to graduate school to become an SLP (speech language pathologist.) Jon is a July '08 graduate of Ohio Technical College in Cleveland, OH. He specializes in Powersports, or small engines such as: ATV's, motorcycles, PWC's, and others of the like. He is currently employed full time at ASK Powersports in Columbus.
My Blog
My reason for starting this blog is, well number one, there are a lot of things I cannot vent with my fiancee about, like HIM! My blog is a way to get all the things I am so angry with him about out while still stroking his ego and leaving his feelings intact. Also, people have a generalized idea about how the single parent/young parent world behaves. It is a negativesterotype that I am here to help crack wide open. YES my daughter's insurance is Medicaid, YES we use food stamps, and YES I am unwed, but in no way does this make me or my fiancee a bad parent. Good parents come in all shapes, sizes, ages, races, or socio economic stratospheres. My daughter is happy, healthy, and most importantly extremely loved. That is all that truly matters to me, and I hope some of you can agree.
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