Facebook hurt my feelings

So let me start by saying that I’m a big over-sensitive baby, I know that. But boy, FB can really get me going! Do other people feel a twinge when you read your friend’s status about a great party to which you weren’t invited? Or hear about a group activity in which you were not included and you thought not only were you a part of the group – you were a core member? Maybe I should just stop reading Facebook. But part of me wonders if I just have a skewed view of how others see me. I may need to plan more fun activities so I can be guaranteed an invite. So look out folks, when I have time to plan a fun activity, maybe in 2014, fun things will happen!

Suck it up! But…

That is my new motto! I saw a mom this week with a small child who is gluten & dairy intolerant. I only knew because I saw her discreetly give her son his own cupcake. They’ve been to my house, she never breathed a word! I brought her a meal, she never said anything. Watching her child’s diet is clearly a full-time job, she does it with grace and she doesn’t make it anyone else’s problem. (Don’t worry though, when they come over later this month I will have available foodstuffs even though she doesn’t ask).

I also read a FB post for someone who asked for help for the next few weeks.Part of me was amazed that she could so easily ask for large favors, but from both these moms I’ve learned important lessons.

M is an amazing little boy! He is so full of joy and watching him as he discovers the world is a privilege. So I’m going to focus on how blessed I am to have him, and when I do need help, I’ll  ask!

Mikveh!

We had a wonderful morning! M went to the mikveh today for his ritual immersion so that he was officially converted since his birth mother isn’t Jewish (at least we assume she isn’t Jewish!). For those non-MOT readers, the mikveh is like a baptism. I got to wear a bathing suit, but M was nekkid (he didn’t mind) and I had to immerse him (dunk him) 3 times. He liked playing with Mommy in the pool, but was not wild about the dunking. But he returned to his normally smiley self. But I have to be honest, the event was somewhat anti-climatic to me, sort of like the final adoption hearing. M was my son as soon as I knew he was born. He moved right into my heart next to B. So it was a good to get the paperwork in order at the final hearing, but he was already mine. The same as today, M is my child, so of course he’s Jewish.  This was also a “piece of paperwork” so that he would be seen by all as Jewish.  Which is nothing against the mikveh, immersion is an amazing spiritual experience, I hope he will appreciate it when he can go through the preparation and immersion himself when he is ready. I hadn’t thought of it before, but I assume the he & B will go before their respective b’nai mitzvahs and at other key events in their lives. But in my heart of hearts, I didn’t need a ‘conversion’ because M is my son, and like a typical Jewish mother, I must say he is the most perfect little boy!!

Ow

That sums up my day. I thought my back was feeling better but that was when hubby was here to pick up the kids. He went out town this afternoon & soon enough both kids woke up & before you know it, my back was screaming in agony. Wow am I not brave! I kept hoping my fairy godmother would show up but alas she did not. Babysitter arrives at 6pm tomorrow night, I have a parenting workshop. I can’t wait! I can justify being out of the house for educational purposes!

Good news, fire alarm, anxious mommy

 

I heard back at the end of the day that M’s medical team was happy with his weight gain – phew! And then we had a little adventure Friday night. During services, I’m usually with the kids in the social hall with the service piped in. During the service,the fire alarm went off, the good news was that I could hear the rabbi saying it was a false alarm, the bad news was a toddler & a baby huddled on my lap!

M was crying, B said how scared she was and then flung her arms around M and kept saying we’ll protect you. It was very sweet, though a little nerve- wracking. The alarm finally stopped and then even more chaos ensued! M bumped his head, threw up & his eyes rolled back. Obviously he’d suffered a traumatic brain injury. Before I piled the kids in the car and went to the ER, stranding hubby at the temple, I peeked into the sanctuary. Fortunately a pediatrician was there.  So aware that I was being melodramatic, I asked her to come look at M. She assured me he was fine and she checked him periodically over the next couple of hours. I of course kept poking my sleeping baby to make sure he was breathing! And when everything finally settled down I realized how much my back hurt. Sometime in all the excitement, I had wrenched my lower back. Ah the joys of motherhood

 

I don’t know..

Micah was weighed today & he’s gained 6 ounces since his last weigh-in two weeks ago. I think they wanted him to gain at least 7, so I don’t know what 6 means. It’s close to 7, but is it good enough? So now I wait to hear back.

 

But I did get two wonderful messages today -

One friend sent me a text that made me laugh out loud!

And another friend brought tears to my eyes, she said a prayer for Micah at the Kotel (Western Wall) when she was in Jerusalem.

I’m so grateful for the care my friends have shown me!

 

So hubby is out of town Sunday night, anyone want to come over for a glass (or bottle!) of wine?

Weigh-in

Friday Micah has a weigh-in, his first in 2 weeks. I’m so nervous. His team has been giving me grief for stressing too much over his weight but I don’t think that’s fair. They also told me there is nothing to worry about IF his weight gain continues. So how am I not supposed to stress about his weight?!

So tomorrow is weigh-in day. Feel free to think heavy thoughts!