Friday, February 7, 2014


I was recently diagnosed with a kidney stone.  Not my first one, but apparently this one was a big 'ole fatty that wouldn't pass on its own.  I would have to wait a week before I could get in for surgery.  In the meantime, there.  was.  pain. 

Having a jammed up stone feels shockingly like back labor. If you've had it, you know what I'm talking about.  If you haven't, I hate you just a little.  The contractions hit you behind the love handles, making you want to bend and twist in impossible ways.  Exorcist style.   Not my favorite thing.

 I thought I was prepared for contractions when I had Harrison.  After all, I read 'What to Expect When You're Expecting'.  In actuality, I was not prepared.  Nope.  Twasn't.  After they started me on turbo pit to move my labor along, I only had a couple of really good back labor contractions before I demanded an epidural.  It was sanity saving.

Where precisely was my anesthesiologist when I was stuck at home with a rock in my urethra?!?  I was disgusted to learn that they won't make house calls.  Half-asses.  I guess dilaudid would have to do.

The upside to the week's agony was my little boy.  He was so sweet to me while I was feeling  badly.  He brought me blankets and pillows.  He gave me kisses on the cheek and the forehead.  He gently stroked my hair while whispering "my sweet mommy".

On the morning of my surgery,Harrison said to Derek "Daddy, will you do me a big favor?  Take mommy to the doctor.  She has three boo-boos that need fixed."  I'm not sure why I had three boo-boos, but that's not the point. 

The little guy that I give my heart and soul to, has started taking care of me in return.  I'm seeing the evidence of his developing empathy and concern.  He's learning that you show others love by caring for them. 

So today, I count myself victorious.  I am a good mom.  I am teaching my son well.  Tomorrow I can go back to second guessing my every parenting decision.  Tomorrow I can go back to berating myself for my mistakes. Tomorrow I can go back to worrying that I'm sentencing Harrison to a lifetime of therapy, with every word I say.

Tomorrow.  Just not today.

What's the sweetest thing your child has ever said to you?  Share your comments below.  I would love to hear from you!

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