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.
My gosh she is SO CUTE!
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