Thursday, November 19, 2009

Lonely

As much as i love being a mommy to my two beautiful children, its a lonely job. Oh Carrie, how i wish you were closer! We have always walked through most things together in our adult lives and with our kiddos being the same age, it would be soooooo great to be closer so they could grow up together too!
Although i am constantly surrounded by little people, i still feel alone. i'm not sure how that works, but i remember once in college (the height of my socialness :) feeling the same way, i was constantly surrounded by people, yet felt so lonely. I talked to a friend about it and they asked if i was spending enough time with God, and told me that is why i was lonely, and they were right. Unfortunately, that has pretty much dropped off the map except for the prayers for my little ones and the praise for the gifts that they are in my life.
My husband is around much more now than when olivia was first born, but just because he is in the house, does not make him available. Sometimes we go all day without having a conversation. And he is still on his own schedule, which i didnt expect would change. He always seems so frustrated with us or overwhelmed, so i am having trouble seeing how he will make it with the two of them by himself when i head back to work, but we will see. I think we just have two different approaches, i am very deliberate in my actions and interactions and my prime focus is livi and jack, he tries to work and if trouble starts then he deals with it. But i have to get over it and maybe just chock it up to my need to be in control.
I have some baby blues, some days i just sit and cry and dont know why. Most days i mourn my body. I cant believe its betrayed me! With wanting to nurse so badly, why does it have to be so difficult, with the cracks and sores, with my two bouts with mastitus, and now a clogged duct, the doc suggested i pump for a few days, but whenever i go back to nursing things take a turn for the worse again. the antibiotics that i take for the mastitus infection, also gives me an infection if you know what i mean, one of those nice infections that all girls hate! I get super depressed when i think about my weight and how far i have to go, i cant fit into any of my clothes and i still have to wear maternity clothes, which makes no one feel good. It was so much quicker to come off with olivia. That depresses me the most, and i wish i had the time and energy to exercise. I really do like to exercise! I keep telling myself that when jack wakes up in the morning i will stay up when he goes back to sleep and get some exercise in, but i have been tired and his schedule has been off the past few days and mine too with having to pump all the time and feed bottles too, its double duty!
I'm also in need of a new job as of next year. I cannot keep doing what i'm doing and maintain my sanity and take care of my family. I need to make some connections, get my resume together, etc. AAHHHHHH!!!!
oh yeah, and christmas is coming up...............can we just skip it this year!
All in all i love watching my children grow and i am enjoying the baby phase much more this time, taking in every minute. i have a loving family and friends who have been super supportive and tons of friends who have cooked for us and gone to the store and offered to take livi, which i thank all of you for that, it was incredibly nice and i am not good at sending thank you cards or even remembering to show my gratitude but i promise i am completely moved by your generosity. You help restore my faith in people! Thank you to all of you!

Saturday, November 07, 2009

A baby story

IF this was a status update it would read: Katie Bird is a mother of 2!
I cant believe it, but i completely love it. Most days so far i feel less than human, only serving as a milk machine and mommy. Since having jack, my maternal instinct is on overdrive and my sole purpose has been to meet the needs of my children and family.
It's no secret that I love watching a baby story on TLC. I love seeing the different birthing experiences and comparing them to mine. I love being pregnant, with all the uncomfortableness, and weird symptoms, all in all i really do enjoy being pregnant. My husband says it agrees with me. I also like the experience of giving birth and as much as my body likes being pregnant, because it has never started labor on its own, it takes to labor fairly well.
This is my baby story:
With olivia, I was induced early because her fluid was low and they were concerned. So the labor was long and i had several drugs to help my body prepare because i refused to have a c-section. Never having any surgery in my life, i would like to keep it that way as long as possible. In my experience, as soon as they open your body, problems ensue. Anyway, during my long labor with olivia i had narcotic pain medicine and then an epidural, and got really sick, almost flulike, vomiting and everything. But what i did have before the meds was the tub. I love the whirlpool with labor, it eased the pain and helped me relax and i was excited about that experience again. With olivia i only pushed for 20 minutes, but her shoulders ripped me pretty badly ( i know you love those details!)
With Jackson, i went in to be induced 2 days after my due date, the baby healthy and fine. My body was already ready, dilated at 3 centimeters so they put me on pitocin to start more regular contractions. I sat and read until my contractions grew stronger. The dr came in and broke my water to speed up the labor not long after they started the pitocin, and i remember when my water broke with livi that my labor took to a whole different level of pain. The nurses and drs told me i could now get the epidural whenever i wanted because my labor would be much stronger. My goal was to go as long as i could without any pain medication. I wanted to see if i could do it. The dr. kept asking if i was going to go natural and i kept saying i dont know, we will labor it out and see. When i could feel the contractions getting stronger, i decided it was time to get up and move. I walked the halls countless times, walked around my room, used the birthing ball, which was my favorite way to labor this time around because they would not let me get in the tub due to being hooked up to pitocin, I was bummed and probably could have made it longer if i had been able to go in the tub. I labored for 9 hours this time as opposed to 32 with olivia. I had the epidural for the last two. I almost made it but the pitocin is the devil and makes the contractions harder and stronger to progress labor. I was completely in control until about 3:45, the pain was excruiating and the ball and walking wasnt cutting it anymore and i was beginning to lose focus through the pain. The nurses were my cheerleaders, they couldnt believe how long i made it and how well i did, i was a little surprised, because i thought most people did this, but the nurses seemed genuinely surprised at my stamina. I was proud of myself, but wished i would have gone all the way, my husband didnt know what to do, he sat by and watched mostly leaving me alone, which is what i prefer when in pain. He was amazed too at how i handled the pain. After the epidural i progressed quickly and was able to deliver within the next couple of hours. I pushed for 15 minutes before my little man was on my belly instead of in my belly and only a slight tear this time. My midwife delivered this time instead of the doctor and i felt much better after the birth. She took care of me much better and coached me well, i'm so glad she was on call that evening. We all waited impatiently to see how much he weighed. I knew he was going to be over 9 lbs though i couldnt get any of the dr's to believe me. Well, we can say that i proved it to them, my little man was born 10lbs 2.6 oz. Maybe with the next one they will believe me! :) and with the next one i want to try to make it all the way and use the tub.
So my little man is now home, he is a pretty good baby, at this point he loves to eat and sleep and he is a fidgety little man. He does like to be swaddled to sleep and helps him drift off to dreamland a little quicker. He is fickle with a pacifier but it helps soothe him when he is tired or in the car. Olivia absolutely
So i am desperately trying to nurse again, with olivia, we didnt get along in that manner and it was excrutiating. I ended pumping and giving her bottles for 3 months. I have been nursing jack, but having similar issues with pain and soreness and cracking and i contemplate every day whether to start pumping and go to bottles with him, but with that i feel like i have failed again. So i press on despite the pain, hoping it gets better. Everyone says what a wonderful experience it is which i havent experienced yet. I want to do what is best for my baby and my pride has a little something to do with it too. I think i would be more motivated if i wasnt just able to breastfeed for 2 months. IF i could do it for even 6 months i might be more motivated to succeed......After that i have to go back to work and to keep up with it then would be near impossible, i am gone for sometimes 10 hours a day with only a 15 minute working lunch. I so wish i didnt have to go back to work. I love being a mommy and being able to focus all my time and energy to my children.
Sidenote: My sub quit last week. I guess it didnt turn out to be what she thought it would be when teaching kindergarten........which is even more proof that school is hell.....................
I cant believe i am a mommy of two, i thought it would be more overwhelming than it is, i have my good and bad moments, i'm assuming that it wont get too overwhelming until i go back to work....................then i have to be showered and ready every day! :)
So this is my life these days............................dont you want to jump right in............

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Wishy Washy

Why am i so wishy washy. It's the only phrase i can think of to describe my state of mind at this point. I cant make up my mind and settle on anything. There is always another perspective to consider.
For one, I want to have this baby and keep hoping that today will be the day, but if i actually started thinking about having the baby today i freak out and think.........well, i could wait another day, because i know the stress of taking care of a newborn and recovering from labor is tough and i think that i better enjoy my time now. I'm just hoping he isnt as high matenaence as livi was when she was a newborn, but at this point in life it is better for me to expect the worst, because that is just how it seems to be going.
Whenever i think life is getting better or becoming more stable, i'm thrown a tough situation to remind me not to get comfortable.
When life started becoming complicated (when i started studying Job, do you think its a coincidence?) i was thankful for the difficulty, the opening of my eyes, i felt favored and honored that my faith was being tested to refine it and make it true and genuine. I had a good perspective and welcomed the challenges. But at this point, again, i'm wishy washy. In my head, i just want it all to go away, i'm tired and run down and i'm done with it. It could be that i havent been going to God to get me through but relying on other things to take my mind off of the situations instead. I have become addicted to distractions rather. I am almost back to the point where i look at my life through the eyes of faith and think, is it all worth it? The older i get, the more i cling to stabililty and worry about responsibilities. When i was young, it was easy to follow, i had nothing to lose.
Everything feels wishy washy. I think we are on target at school, doing great things that the children and the administration would like. We have been working our butts off to make it. And as soon as we start feeling good, the boat gets rocked again. I start thinking, well, its not so bad now, we are used to doing all of these things, maybe i should stay for my families and for my children who need me. Then again the boat is rocked and we are questioned and scrutinized and i know i cant stay where i am and be the teacher i want to be.
I always wonder if i'm doing a good job with olivia, sometimes i think i am an ok mom, when her behavior is ok, but when she is a terror, i think, what am i doing wrong, i must be a terrible mother. I am wishy washy.
Wishy washy is not a great place to be, but i cant decide if i want out! :)

Friday, September 25, 2009

My Jack........






You have no idea how many people have asked me if i am having twins and when i say no, just one, they stare in disbelief. I do admit my belly is mighty big compared to how i looked with olivia and i have gained an extra 15 pounds more than with olivia. I have to get my work out on as soon as this little one decides to show!
I love the feeling of being pregnant and carrying this little one around with me, even if it makes me miserable and tired sometimes. I cant believe it still that i am having a second baby! I'm so excited, and super scared to be completely honest. I remember when i gave birth to olivia and how wonderful it was to finally have her in my arms, but i also remember the second night in the hospital- she cried the whole entire night and i cried with her and felt so helpless. I didnt want to take her home, i wanted to put her back in my belly!
WIth the way life has been to me lately, I am expecting the worst, but none the less, the best that comes with it. Here he comes, ready or not! Cant wait to meet my little jack!

Monday, September 21, 2009

Dear God,
It's early. I'm reluctant. I am in desperate need of you this week. Please give me strength, grace, patience and love beyond myself. I wont survive without you..................Be my rescue.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

The Climb

Laugh if you want, that's ok, but i love these lyrics, even if it is miley cyrus that sings them. I heard this song today, i paused and looked to the sky and felt a gentle reminder in these words.


I can almost see it
That dream I am dreaming
But there's a voice inside my head saying
"You'll never reach it"

Every step I'm taking
Every move I make feels
Lost with no direction
My faith is shaking

But I gotta keep trying
Gotta keep my head held high

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

The struggles I'm facing
The chances I'm taking
Sometimes might knock me down
But no, I'm not breaking

I may not know it
But these are the moments that
I'm gonna remember most, yeah
Just gotta keep going

And I, I got to be strong
Just keep pushing on

'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

There's always gonna be another mountain
I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Somebody's gonna have to lose

Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb, yeah!

Keep on moving, keep climbing
Keep the faith, baby
It's all about, it's all about the climb
Keep the faith, keep your faith,

Friday, September 18, 2009

Pride and prejudice

So it would be safe to say that i am going to be looking for another job. I have been thinking about getting out of covington for the past couple of years, but i always talk myself into staying. Its stable, i have friends there, tenure, and i really do love the kids and some of the families that i have had, and it was my call, my choice to be there. But each year it gets worse. And i keep going back thinking: "it will be better this year, we went through the ringer last year and were scrutinized beyond belief, so how could it get worse." But it does and it has! I know, its unbelievable. There is no longer any fight left in me because i have no say in what i teach or HOW i teach it. I have very strong beliefs about the development of a child and most things i am made to do in my classroom goes against my feelings and beliefs about what is developmentally appropriate. It used to be a program i would want my children to be apart of, but at this point i would do anything in my power so my children would not have to go there, and that is a sad day when you wouldnt even want your own children in the school you teach in. Then you know there is something wrong. Unfortunately, administrators in my district have not a clue what is appropriate for 5 year olds. There is no reason for kindergarten children to have to write in 4 or 5 learning logs a day. That then becomes all they do and they are missing out on the hands on education they need at this stage in their life, their is no reason that 5 yr old children need to sit in a chair and look at a presentation book and repeat sounds over and over for an hour. That is not fun and there is a much better way to teach that content. Anyway, I have been resistant, but we adapt and do what we have to do, because it is what the district wants to see. Not to mention the countless other demands they have put on us. I have to adhere to a program for writing, behavior, math, and reading. But we do it, because we have to and we continue to try to make it fun and entertaining in any way we can. Unfortunately, we have been labeled "resistant" by administrators (which i just found out). This year has been especially difficult, we have over 1/3 of our kindergarten already identified with special needs and the children who have never been to school are way behind. They dont know how to count or even hold a pencil, most dont even know what their name looks like. We also gained a full 17 more staff members due to a school closing in our district. We are trying to work together, but they have their own way of doing things, which makes sense. We have been trying to plan together with our new kdg. team member( by the request of our principal, because someone complained we were not sharing ideas). Unfortunately, we plan and think we are all on the same page and then we find out the next week that she is not doing what we are, she is doing her own thing. So we get into trouble because we "are not planning together and are alienating her" which i dont get because we did plan together! Anyway...................we have a team meeting every wednesday and this week, both principals and the instructional coach were in with us talking about what our work should look like, but unfortunately it became a pick session. Our principal decided he would spotlight what our new team member is doing and basically tell the rest of us that we are crap and we suck in so many brash words. he continued to say that only two of us were stars and by name he told the rest of us we were not and our children were suffering. He continued to degrade us in front of others and continued to let our new team member go on and on about what she does and praise how wonderful she is. The crazy thing is: he hasnt been in my classroom once this year, and i can count on one hand how many times he has been in my room in the last 7 years i have been there and it has never been longer than 10 minutes at most. So my question to him was: How do you know when you havent spent any time in my classroom? How do you judge someone so irrationally? Just by looking at us? Angie and I were floored, we have been there the longest and have been working together and stressing about what we are doing for years and he has never given us anything but praise. He usually does not involve himself in any of our matters and most times just stays away from kindergarten because we are not an accountability grade. So i sit hurt and confused. I know i am good at what i do, parents always come to me amazed at the end of the year at what their child knows and what they can do. I have never had a first grade teacher come and tell me that my class isnt ready for first grade.
The horrible thing is that he so rudely tells me i am worth nothing as a teacher and it is unacceptable, when this year has been the hardest. We have a new curriculum with very high expectations. We have to create everything from scratch and make a notebook with high level thinking for every subject area. We have had to adjust our schedule to fit all of the content in, all the while we are dealing with children who arent ready to write or read yet, they cant even hold a pencil or form a letter. I have been there late nights and weekends working my ass off trying to give them what they expect and make it worthwhile for my children. It is all i think about most nights and when livi goes to bed, i am back on the computer looking up curriculum or thinking about my to do list that never seems to get accomplished because i have meetings every planning time i get (because for some reason they think that we will not be responsible enough to use our planning time to plan, so they take it all and sit us in meetings about who knows what!)
So hearing my principal degrade me for no reason, and then talk to us about being unprofessional because others just happened to find out what happened in our meeting, just blows my mind! and dont worry we had words! It doesnt really help, i expressed myself, but it doesnt take back what he did and he did not apologize for being out of line and unprofessional. It completely astounds me, i sacrafice alot to work at night and on weekends, my life is wrapped around this stupid school and he just told me that i suck and i dont work hard like other people. Do you think he is there at night or on weekends? Nope! He sits in his office all day.
And who does that to an 8 month pregnant woman! I wanted to ask him what his intentions were, because they were obviously not to build us up as a team or encourage us to do better. He beheaded us in front of a crowd.
Unfortunately, within the last few weeks, four different teachers have said to me that they will not be back next year and they are miserable and find all of this ridiculous. And it is comforting to know that i was not the only one reduced to tears this week. But the teachers who are saying this are good teachers, who are there for the kids, and have been working there for years.
Needless to say i would rather not return after my maternity leave. I am going to be looking for another job this year, I cant keep living and working this way. I hate it, and i used to love my job! So if i am still there next year, someone smack me! I dont know what to do, i dont think i will be able to devote as much time and energy when jackson comes, i will have an infant and a 2 yr old to go home to, and that is overwhelming enough to think about in itself! I may have a nervous breakdown! I wonder if disability covers that........................hhhmmmmm........................ :)
I dont know what God is doing here, and i havent really asked, i have been a little caught up and busy. What i do know is that this has been the toughest school year start ever (and the no sleep, big and fat thing doesnt help much) and i was praying like crazy this summer that it would be an easy year considering my new challenges at home! Why does God think i can handle all this!
I do know one thing, God put peace in my heart and a song on my lips all week. All the stress, and emotion and anger, when i thought of him i knew i was ok and my confidence may have been shattered, but he reminds me of my call. His call to me: that i am his masterpiece and what i do is not in vain, but for my kindergarten children and they love me and they ARE learning. These trials and this fight will just make me stronger (or kill me!) and i will learn and be better for it, for whatever reason, i have to keep going, i cannot give up on my children. I'm not a quitter, so much so that it is annoying, i'm sooooo stubborn! :) love it or leave it, here i am.
And i find myself looking again at my issue with men. But i dont know if it is actually an issue with men, i dont think it is men that i despise, I think it is authority figures. I cant stand men in positions of authority that take advantage of the authority. So men, if you are in authority, think of your sister, mother, daughter or wife when you speak to a woman and how she would want to be treated or spoke to or how you would want someone to treat her. Let that be your guide. UGH!
Why have i known so many men who have taken advantage of their authority and hurt others? Why, since i was a little girl, have i been so insistent that i am equal and just as strong or smart as any man? I know several men which i have scared or intimidated because i have not been scared or intimidated by them. Do i have a complex? :)
Well, i have written many words, and like i said, i have been beaten and bruised, but i refuse to stay there, but i may need your help getting up off the ground! :)

"I want to go to there......."