All three kids are sick this week and it seems to have hit Franky the worst. He's had a congested cough and woke up with a fever this morning. We kept him home from school three days in a row, which unfortunately meant he also had to skip his school's Fun Fair, a Chuck E Cheese birthday party and a play date. But I'd rather let him rest up and get better than anything else right now.
It amazes me how different each of my kids are. Marija LOVES soup and will basically try any kind of food, whereas Franky is SUPER picky and tends to stick to the same kinds of foods no matter what. And Harrison is kind of in between. He'll try anything but definitely lets me know if he doesn't like something.
He loves sounding words out and writing us letters. "Ov you git my the egg I will be happy. From: Franky, To: Momo" (If you get me the egg, I will be happy. From: Franky, To: Mama )
For the last year, I've dealt with multiple phone calls to determine how to pick up my placenta. Yesterday, I finally got a hold of someone who explained to me that they'd never had a request to keep a placenta before and that their legal team called a meeting where it was decided that releasing my placenta to me was strictly prohibited for legal issues and thus, my placenta with my daughter's remains were discarded as medical waste. I played strong on the phone, but inside, deep inside I was devastated. I have no physical evidence of my second daughter, Harrison's twin's existence. I have many, many ultrasound images and a permanent memory of her moving her arms and legs and the sound of her beautiful heartbeat. But no physical reminders of the time I carried her inside of my body. I understand the legal reasons behind it, but it makes me sad nonetheless. "A human placenta processed in formalin is a biohazard, blah blah blah. Even releasing it in alcohol, it will decompose and be full of bacteria, blahdiblahdiblah." I wish I'd still have been able to pick it up, see where she was at in my placenta, and been able to give her remains a proper burial. Instead, she was sent out as medical waste. Bullshit, if you ask me.
Three kiddos with colds equals very little sleep for their mama, which means lots and lots of caffeine to function like a normal human being.
I'm obsessed with this stuff. It smells amazing and I love that it makes my babies squeaky clean without all kinds of chemicals. It was on sale this week so I made sure to stock up.