Slovakian Combs(s) Over

Slovakian Combs(s) Over
Adventures of the Combs

Sunday, September 27, 2015

11 months

What an amazing journey it has been so far. I've been able to provide not only for my son but also for my nephew. Before my kiddo was born, I had no idea if I was even going to be able to produce. My mom couldn't and my sister-in-laws had to supplement with formula. I was determined to breastfeed. It was not the easiest since I got many plugged ducts due to my milk being so fatty. But thankful for medicine to help thin my milk out so that I could be in less pain. When I had to return to work in January, I learned how to pump on a regular basis. Now that machine is one annoying thing but it helped us get through the rest of the school year. My little man definitely wanted to stop the whole bottle thing come May and we had to be creative on how he got milk when he was not with me. It's amazing how much money you can spend just trying to find the right bottle or sippy cup just so that the little man can eat. Then I started another school year where I was back to the machine on a regular basis. But, to this day little man has only had one bad cold and that is right now. I'm again so thankful that I've been able to provide for him and produce so much extra to build a freezer stash that eventually goes to my nephew. 
Now it's a process to figure out how to get this guy to eat solids. He has no problem downing a squeeze packet of puréed food. I mean it just takes seconds for him to inhale a 3.5-4 oz packet. But give him something we are eating and that is a hit or miss. It will come in due time, I realize this. In the meantime, I'll enjoy his silly self. 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

When too much is too much

Every morning, I get up, feed Theo, eat breakfast, and get going with my day. I rush rush rush all day long. Then, go to bed to get rest only to start the next day with the same routine. 
Obviously I'm really struggling right now with this whole balancing who I am. 
Let's see, my roles are: wife, mom, and teacher. But each role I feel like has a million responsibilities and there is just not enough time to get it all done. So I make decisions to drop a few things but they eventually catch up with me and then I become this emotional mess. 
That is me currently. It's Thursday morning, hubby just left and Little man is just waking up. I don't who I am at the moment. Wait, I do! Someone who just told her husband she hates who she is. Why? Because I can only be positive for so long. One negative thing, no matter how small or big it is, just messes me up. 
What did I just do? Logout of all social media for the day so that I can regroup myself. I mean, I was suppose to hang out with a wonderful lady that helped deliver little man and instead I'm sitting here at the dinner table crying and hearing little man say "da" over and over again. 
Mission today: allow my Heavenly Father to heal me from this negativity so that when my hubby comes home I can be a better supportive wife and be a leader to our life group this evening.