The following is a tale of a beloved pacifier...the only pacifier to reach that status, in fact. You see, when you register for baby stuff at babies-r-us they give you this nice little box of "stuff" --mostly junk and coupons, of course--but in the case of the below pacifier this box held a treasure indeed. I'm not sure exactly why Kate doesn't seem to like the less free pacifiers. I do have a couple of theories, but am yet to prove anything. I hear you questioning, "now why would a free pacifier merit a blog post?" Ah, an excellent question. Let's just say I only managed to get this one precious picture of the beloved item before it fell into the hands, or should I say paws, of the jealous older brother of this fairytale.
Now another question surfaces, "was this jealous older brother, punished? Or exiled?" Unfortunately, punishment was not the order of the day. You see, right as I approached the sliding glass door Zeus had the binkie in his mouth as though it was rightfully his all along, and all I could do amidst my laughter was run and grab the camera. I am sorry to report I never saw him sucking on a pacifier again, and the above image was the best I could do.So what does the above story have to do with panic attacks, anyway? Absolutely nothing. But I did have my first panic attack the other night, when I went in to check on our sleeping beauty who had not made a single grunt, squeak, or squawk for almost 3 hours. As I approached her crib, she had one arm free from her burrito, so naturally, I lifted it slightly. I wish I could fully explain the feeling that came over me at that moment, but suffice it to say the limp, cold arm was straight out of a nightmare and I scooped her up to my chest as quickly as my stopped heart dropped to the floor. This sudden flurry of action was followed by a quiet breathy sigh from Kate, and a gaping, gasping sigh from a relieved mom.
3 comments:
Hooray - a blog by Lydia!! This is wonderful! I have enjoyed reading your posts so much. I loved your pacifier story, I'm glad Zeus got to try one out:) It sounds like he is being such a sweet older brother to Kate. Oh, and a few of Eli's favorite books are "Sometimes I like to Roll Up In a Ball", "Baby Faces", & "Rainbow Rob".
Gasp! My heart dropped to the floor just reading the details of your panic attack, and I already knew the outcome was a happy one. But the scare of a lifetime for sure! I'm glad she's still just as perfect as ever. And hey - I miss you. We'll be home this weekend so I'll call you! Love ya Lyd.
Poor Zeus....it's hard to share when you've been top dog for so long and a little pink thing takes over your turf. I don't know if cats and dogs are the same in this respect, but when we brought Brennan home, our mild mannered, sweet cat kinda wigged out. She didn't get why I wasn't gushing all over her anymore. Solution? Another cat. A buddy, playmate, mischief cohort. I don't know if another dog would help Zeus or send him over the edge.(Or send you over the edge!) I am not a dog expert.
Lydia, I know the cold blue hand fear. Or the monitor sensor beeping madly at 3 o'clock in the morning. And my favorite...the baby actually sleeping through the whole night and me waking in a panic and looking at the clock (with swollen melons) then racing to the crib only to find a blissfully peaceful sleeping baby. We Moms worry a lot, don't we? You're doing a phenomenal job. :)
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