The other day I ate moldy bread. I didn't even know until I was about to eat my second (yes second) piece days later, that the light white spots on the wheat bread I ate a few days earlier might have been mold. I actually recall the first time around thinking, hmmm that's a spotty weird thing on my bread, before taking big bites of it to quickly engulf it before I got onto other things. Oh well, at least I didn't eat a second piece of super moldy bread. Maybe I'm just not focusing enough because of other things.
Our son has torticollis which means we have to work at getting him to turn to his left (he prefers the right) and until then, he has an asymmetrical head and very possibly a flat head. I'm not sure what the ramifications are for having a flat head but it doesn't sound great. We are doing exercises with him everyday and if that doesn't work, we'll have to go to physical therapy which is costly and if that doesn't work, he might have to wear one of those soft helmets you see kids wearing who aren't playing contact sports. It's for their head to shape normally. Currently, Jordan's ears are crooked but he still looks absolutely adorable to me.
Our son also won't take the bottle yet. I even tried using a nipple shield so he'd be used to the plasticy taste but the shield was too big and he just gagged on it and cried until I gave him his regular food of choice. We got the Tommy Tippee bottle that everyone raves about - that was the tip that didn't work. Oh well. Not sure if we should try more bottles or just let him starve.
Our house is a mess. There is laundry to be put away, dishes I let sit in the sink until the morning and stuff to be ironed. It feels like there's never enough time in the day to get stuff done when in reality, I just need to manage my time better.
My desire to get back into pre-pregnancy weight has stopped 10 pounds short and absent making time to work out (besides a gym visit in a blue moon and walking around the neighborhood and burning 150 calories after an hour), it is not going to get there. Everytime I get dressed to work out, he gets hungry or wants to play and I have resorted to 25 minute work outs with a DVD and the pause button frequently.
Defeated. Dejected. Depressed. Demotivated.
And then I realized... I just need to take a hiatus from blogging, facebook (except I will be uploading photos and going back to find messages I sent, just no new messages or commenting or liking other peoples' statuses from here on out) and linked in... but blogging is the biggest sacrifice because it's something I love and find therapeutic. I guess it sounds ludicrous to some but for me, it's a huge sacrifice that ends up being quite small and only until I get things in order. Truth be told, taking myself away from it will give me a lot more time that I unintentionally waste every time I find myself at the computer.
I'm hoping this will give me the ability to truly focus on getting Jordan to look left and take the bottle and that the next time I blog it will be to tell you about our successes with Jordan, our fabulous neat and tidy home and my skinny and healthy body. I'm on a hiatus until then...