Collin wakes up every morning at 6:00 like clockwork. Don’t worry; I didn’t just jinx myself because Monday morning, he DIDN’T wake up at 6:00. It was 6:45!! Geez. Starting off the morning 45 minutes later than intended should have told me how our day was going to go. I fed Collin, and laid him back down while I got ready. During the day Collin eats every three hours, without fail. So, since he ate at 6:45 that meant 9:45. Right in the middle of my doctors appointment. I pumped a bottle the night before just for this reason! Yay, for being prepared! Collin doesn’t like bottles though- yes, he’s spoiled rotten. I can’t help it. Okay, maybe I can, but I’m still not back at work yet, so I’m taking every opportunity I can to bond with my little guy. I’m fine with it! I decided I would try and feed him right before we left just to ‘tide him over’ until we got back home. Well, apparently he didn’t get enough to eat before we left because he was not a happy camper in the waiting room. When I was pregnant my sister told me one time that out in public other babies will bother you if they are crying a lot, but that if it’s your baby, it doesn’t bother you. Well, I’m not sure I agree with that statement. I was trying everything to get him to calm down while every single person in that waiting room was looking at me like I was trying to make him cry. I got looks of disgust, anger, and annoyance. Not a fun way to continue the morning that already was off to a rocky start. Finally, after what felt like 2 hours they called my name. I start gathering up all of our stuff. I had taken Collin out of his car seat during his meltdown to try to get him calm, so I had him in one arm, had his diaper bag on my shoulder, and his car seat on my other arm. My hands were FULL. I did think to grab my wallet out of my purse, and shove it into his diaper bag, so at least I didn’t have a purse to also carry!
We get back to the room and start waiting again. At this point, Collin still isn’t happy, and I don’t really blame him. I was seriously interrupting his morning nap and he was not going to let me, or anyone that could hear him, forget that. I sat in the chair in the room, wrapped him up in a blanket and rocked from side to side. As soon as he closes his eyes the door opens and the doctor walks in. Just my luck. I didn’t get good news at the appointment. My blood pressure is still higher than he wants it to be. He’s changing my medication up AGAIN. I asked him why he thought it was still high and I got the same answer I always get…”because your preeclampsia was so severe it is going to take your body longer to bounce back.” I just don’t understand how long “longer” is. I’m tired of feeling sick all the time because my blood pressure is high. Dr. C did tell me that getting some exercise into my routine would help me to feel better. Just when would he like for me to get some exercise?! It’s still way too cold for me to be okay with taking Collin out in the stroller. Maybe one day soon. I go back in another month to have it checked again. I’m hoping it is better by then. We finally got back home after that appointment. I was not in a good mood, at all. I fed Collin and then we both had naptime. It’s okay for mommy to have naptime too, right?!
That afternoon when Eric got home I left Collin with him while I went to Kroger to get a few groceries and my new medicine. I was starting to check out when I get a text from Eric. Apparently Collin was not happy. Actually, he was freaking out. Eric wanted to know when I would be back. As soon as I got the message I tried to get home as fast as possible. I’ve been having some SERIOUS issues lately with anxiety and being away from Collin. Just the simple text sent me into a panic. (That’s really another post, for another time.) I get home and pick Collin up, and he immediately stops crying. Poor guy. This makes me happy and sad all at the same time. I love being that comfort and feeling so loved, but it hurts Eric’s feelings so bad and I won’t always be able to rush home to make him stop crying. I do have to go back to work eventually!
The next day wasn’t any better. I started out my day with some pretty awful news. My sister is pretty sick. Not, sick with a cold or anything, but really sick. Hopefully I will be able to share more about that soon. Please be in prayer for her.
I decided to try to get out of my funk. One thing that always puts me into a good mood is baking. I love it! I love how it makes my house smell! I have been known to buy bananas and not eat the last three so that I could make banana bread when they started going bad. Banana bread is one of my favorite things! Since I had had a stressful day I decided I would make some banana bread. It just so happened I had three bananas that needed to be either thrown away or something done with them. So here is what I did…
Ingredients:
3 or 4 ripe bananas, smashed
1/3 cup of melted butter
¾ cup of sugar
1 egg, beaten
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking sodaPinch of salt
1 ½ cups of flour
With a wooden spoon, mix butter into the mashed bananas in a large mixing bowl.
Mix in the sugar, egg, and vanilla.
Sprinkle baking soda and salt over the mixture and mix it in.
Add the flour last, mix.
Pour mixture into a buttered 4x8 inch loaf pan
Bake for 1 hour
Cool on a rack. Enjoy!
If you follow these directions your banana bread will be amazing. However, if you forget one little important step, it will be awful. It will look like THIS.
I forgot to put in the teaspoon of baking soda. I had it out and everything. Just forgot. Maybe if I wasn’t taking pictures for my blog? Oh well. The bread is now in our trash can. So, here is your warning: Do not attempt to make this if you are exhausted, had a horrible day, have a screaming baby begging for your attention, just receive horrible news about a family member, or anything else that claims your attention.
