Thursday, February 7, 2013

Thursday Thoughts

Yesterday, I got out a brand new journal and actually wrote a brief entry during one of Ellie's naps.  I used to journal almost daily before Israel and I got married, and then for whatever reason I stopped.  I truly miss journaling and blogging too, because it's such a great outlet for me to express my thoughts through writing.

I'm not even sure where January went-- my days look pretty much the same but time sure is flying by!  I can hardly believe Ellie will be a year old in May.  My little family and I were all sick during the whole month of January, so I'm very grateful to be feeling back to normal again.

I came down with that awful stomach flu going around a couple of weeks ago and it was the most sick I've ever been in my life.  I threw up so much and lost so much fluid that I had to go to the E.R. after a couple days to get an IV.  I'm sure I lost almost 10 pounds (which thankfully I've gained back most of), and for those two horrible days I was sick, my face and lips have never looked more pale.  I passed the bug onto Israel and my poor mom (who had come by to help take care of Ellie).  Because I had then gotten my mom sick, I spent the next day just laying on the living room floor as Ellie crawled around me.  Those days were by far the hardest yet in my mommy career.  Thankfully, Ellie was only sick with the bug for about twenty minutes before it was out of her system (yay for breast milk!).


My days are filled with chasing after these little legs, which seem to have a penchant for getting into trouble.  We have yet to baby proof our house, so it doesn't take long for Ellie to scan the living room and find a cord or book that is too tempting to resist.  The little Miss is into everything!  She especially loves taking books off the shelf one by one and inspecting them.  

Ellie is teething again-- it looks like she's working on her top two teeth now, so her naps have been shorter and the nights longer, and Ellie wants to nurse a lot more.  I'm pretty exhausted, but it always melts my heart and I forget (okay, not forget-- perhaps, don't mind as much) about how tired I am when I hear that one word-- Mama.  Sometimes Ellie says it when I put her in the pack-n-play next to the kitchen so I can wash a few dishes.  She pulls up to stand, presses her tiny face against the mesh fabric, and will stare at me and say, "Mmma mmma Mama" until I look at her.  It's too precious for my heart to handle.