I’m So Proud Of You

As a mother of two, I try to make sure both my boys get some one on one time with me.

I usually treat them to something they’ve been asking to do, and I let them talk about whatever it is that is on their minds.

Two weeks ago, I surprised my oldest with crawfish and a slush after school. The night before, he displayed behavior that made me so proud of him.

My baby boy had an ingrown toenail, and he was super whiny about it (I would’ve been too).

As I’m doctoring on his toe, he began to cry a little. Big brother came right in and grabbed his face, one hand on each cheek and said “It’s okay brother. I know it hurts, but mama is tryna make it better”. Baby brother then whimpers out “Okay”. It was the sweetest thing I had ever witnessed.

While still holding his cheeks, he coached his brother through a series of deep breaths.

Before he knew it, I was done, and his toe felt better.

“See big brother told you it was gonna be okay”.

I couldn’t help but smile when I heard that.

As the eldest sibling, you naturally swoop in and save your siblings. I was so proud of that display of love and care.

During our date I let him talk as usual. When it was all said and done, he gave me a hug and said ” I love you mommy”.

Sometimes I feel like I’m surely messing up as a mother, there’s no official guide to motherhood. However these precious moments confirm that I’m doing something right.

I am so proud of my son and how much he’s grown over the years.

Being the oldest is a sucky job at times, but someone has to do it.

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Testing, Testing

A couple days ago, I woke up feeling some kind of way. As many of you know, Amir had 3 major head surgeries before he was a year old. The aftermath required him to have to go to different therapies to reach all his developmental milestones again (though thing for a parent to deal with). I remember at one of his neurology appointments, the neurologist told me “ You can have him tested to be put in special ed”. I told her that wouldn’t be necessary, but he was like two, so I was like what the fuck. That shit was always in the back of my mind. She was ready to label him without even really knowing him or assessing him.

Fast forward to now

He’s gearing up to attend Pre-K in the fall, and because he stutters occasionally, I went ahead and had him assessed. Ya know because I don’t want anything in the way of him learning.

The woman who assessed him took my concerns just as seriously as I did, and I appreciate that. I explained his medical history to her, and she was shocked. She stated how she never would’ve guessed he had gone through so much.

So boom, she begins assessing him. He’s ripping through these tests like it’s nothing. Answering everything with ease, and a bit of smartassness, (pretty sure I made that up). He even knew things I thought he didn’t know, things he’d tell me ” I don’t know” as an answer when we are reviewing material. Every so often she’d stop and say “Mom, I don’t know what you’re worried about, he’s really smart”.

I could see for myself she was thoroughly impressed, her body language said it all. She tested him for about 30 minutes, right. When she was done, she stated how he’s performing how they expect 6 year olds to perform. I was like what you talking about Willis. To me he was simply being smart ass Amir. (Insert gif)

She stated how she only heard him *insert technical name for stuttering here* once, and that it certainly does not affect his learning abilities.

Having him tested eased a lot of things for me. Knowing my 3-year and 9 month old perform how they expect 6-year olds to perform was quite comforting. My efforts of educating him have paid off.

After the assessment was done, I began to think about how the neurologist was ready to throw him into special education. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with special education, but I do have a problem with people labeling children, particularly black boys, before giving them a chance to display what they are capable of.

Parents should certainly get their children the help they need, but don’t let anyone label your children. You have to fight with and for your children. Don’t ever let anyone just throw labels on them.

I wonder where my baby would be now had I settled for what the neurologist suggested.

Nonetheless, I am super excited about my baby going to big boy school. He’s so elated to finally be going to school with his big brother. Hmm 🤔, I wonder what the results would show if I had my oldest tested, that kid is highly intelligent.

Each one of my children have taught me very different things, and that’s what motherhood is about. Not only are we to teach our children, but they teach us.

This journey with Prince Amir has been an extremely turbulent one at times, but oh so beautiful.

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Fresh Out the Bed

For the last six years, I have dreaded getting up in the morning.  Why do I have to get up, can I wait until mid morning?

It wasn’t until March of this year that I decided to get my sleeping habits/pattern under control. This was a result of me acquiring an IPhone 6 Plus and utilizing the bedtime and sleep analysis feature.

My sleep habits were HORRIBLE! I was averaging about 3 hours of sleep a night. I kept wondering how was I able to function throughout the day. I had to get this together and quickly. That also meant that I had to get my boys sleep habits under control as well.

According to the National Sleep Foundation, someone in my age range (26-64) needs anywhere between 7-9 hours each night.

Clearly I was nowhere close to that.

I took the time out to create an evening schedule so that I could be in the bed by 9:45.

I noticed a drastic change in how I felt every morning, except one thing…

I WAS STILL UPSET ABOUT GETTING UP.

I figured I’d set alarms at intervals to slowly pull me out of my sleep. At the time it did not cross my mind, but we sleep in stages, so wouldn’t it make sense that we wake up in stages.

I did no research to see if it would help, I just went straight for experimentation.

With the sleep analysis feature, an alarm is already set for the time you desire, so there is no need to set another for the same rime. Mine is set to go off at 5am, with the subsequent alarms going off at 5:30, 5:45, and 6am.

The alarm set via the sleep analysis feature plays a soft music when it goes off, that does not abruptly wakens me. I am cognizant enough to turn it off, but not completely awakened either.

My 5:30 alarm is the standard alarm sound that comes on the iPhone. That alarm is also tolerable, as I had previously heard an alarm and am now aware that it is almost time to rise

5:45 alarm goes off to the sounds of I Can by HoodRich Pablo Juan & Migos. It helps to get me pumped about getting out of bed and doubles as a bit of motivation.

Lastly, my 6am alarm goes off to the tune of Deadz by Migos. This song totally gets me hyped and encourages one to get those dead presidents (money for those who don’t know).

This may seem like a long process, but it’s completely worth it. I don’t feel like I was cheated out of any rest when I do get out of the bed.  I genuinely feel like a productive member of society when I get up.

I have even tried this with my boys who are most definitely not morning people. I noticed a change in attitude once they are up versus when I would just wake them up and make them immediately get day started. I hear “Good morning mommy” versus them growling and whining.

Get On Up by Jodeci is the song I use to wake my boys.

I am obviously no professional, but I am a busy mama who was tired of feeling, and I am here to share the things I have tried.  This method worked the first try around for me, and we have been using it for months.

Additionally, I had to learn that staying up late to do things while the kids are sleeping was unhealthy.

In conclusion, how you wake up is just as important as falling asleep.

If you try it let me know what you did differently and if you also try it with your children.

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Mama, Where’s Chris?

April 13th, 2017, I took my son to his first concert. Not just any concert, but a Chris Brown  concert.

His attendance to this concert was heavily dependent upon his behavior at school.  He’s not a “bad” child, but his emotions can get the best of him and he will act out. I am fiercely working on teaching my boys that you should react with logic not with emotion.  He may only be five, but he’s learning better than I expected him to.
As soon as I saw that Chris was going on tour, I knew I wanted to go. Since my son was three, he’s said he wants to sing and dance like Chris. He’ll sit and watch Chris on YouTube and sing and dance. I too love Chris, so I’ll join him.

So with our deal of him working on his behavior at school to attend the concert, made things interesting. I can say that we did notice how he reacted to things, his teacher also noted it. I can think of maybe two situations where I had to remind him what he was working for and he quickly changed his tone. Nonetheless, he earned his privilege to attend the concert!

Concert day arrives,  I ask if he’s excited. He responds with a big ol’ grin that parents love to see on their children’s faces. He went to school like he does every Thursday, and at about 12:15pm, I went to check him out. He got in the car asking, “Is Chris in town?”, I told him yes he is. He then proceeded with a checklist of other questions.

We go home to nap and eat before we are set to embark on the hour drive to New Orleans.

We arrived at the Smoothie King Arena around 6:30pm. When we’re walking to the security gates, the questions resume. “Is he here right now?” “Am I gonna see him?” I assure him he’ll get to see Chris soon enough.

Once inside, we get our snacks and head to our seats. We passed vendors, and surprisingly he didn’t want a souvenir. I kept asking was he sure, and when he responded with aggravation, I left him alone. In 5-year old fashion, he wasted no time eating his food.

Our first mother son concert selfie

Usually I prefer to be on the floor at concerts, but this go round I chose club level to accommodate my baby. If I must say so, our seats were perfect.

Our view of the stage

We had an amazing view. The show began around 8PM with an artist named Casanova. I didn’t know any of his music, but his stage presence was nice. He did a little dance and my son goes, ” ooooooo mama, he’s gonna trip”. I still don’t know why that was so hilarious to me. After Cas, Kap G performed. I was only familiar with him because of my baby sister. He did good as well, stage presence was great. When he was about 3 songs in, that’s when the complaints started from my son. “Ugh, where is Chris? How long these people gonna be up here? Can Chris please come on?” I was sooooooo tickled because he was too serious, he meant he wanted to see Chris and Chris only.  After Kap G, there was OT Genasis. I didn’t get any questions during his performance, only because my son knew the music.

 

 

Next up was Fabolous. Let me just say, I love Fab, his style, his being very laid back, he’s just a cool guy. He went back, like early 2000’s back. I was up on my feet singing. Idk if it was because I was having fun, but the questions resumed. “Mama where is Chris? I explained how he was coming on stage after fab was done. He tells me, ” I’m ready to go home”. I told him just take a nap until Chris comes out, I couldn’t think of any other alternatives.

The moment of truth. After a brief intermission, the arena goes dark, “It must be Chris turn mama”.

 

 

Now he’s on his feet and grinning! It melted my little heart to my baby uber excited. When he saw Chris drop to the stage, he was no longer interested in bothering me.

Here I am at a Chris Brown concert with my first born totally enjoying himself. I was so proud to see him enjoying himself, I felt like a super parent.

 

 

Chris pulled out some classics and took me back to high school and undergrad. A time before my son was even thought of.

 

This entire experience, from my son learning to control his emotions and reactions, to him attending the concert was an awesome experience. Here he is 5, and has been to his first concert, I was about 12 when I experienced my first concert. To see my baby sing and dance along with someone he admires was pretty freakin awesome. I want to be the mom who supports her children in all their endeavors no matter how illogical or silly they may appear to me. I don’t ever want to crush any of my children’s dreams.

Once the concert was over, my son wasn’t ready to leave. He told me how he was going to sing and dance in stage one day.  I told him that if that’s what he wants, don’t let anyone, not even his parents to discourage him.

Chris Brown is an amazingly talented man, and I like that my beyond amazing son admires him as a performer.

The Party Tour 

I’m grateful I got to experience this with my son. I look forward to attending numerous other things he’s interested in.

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And They’re Off!

31 days into the new year, and my oldest son gives us a scare. 
I was asleep, and I was a awakened by several phone calls from his father. I return them. Still half sleep, I’m listening to him tell me how he’s about to take my baby to the emergency room. I was like “Whaaat? Wait why?!?” 

Trying to wake up and process what he was telling me is funny to me now, but it wasn’t when it was happening. 

I jumped up, threw some clothes on, and drove briskly to the ER. 

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When I arrive, dad was answering questions, and the kid was lying in the bed watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. In my mind I’m like “ok he’s nice and comfy while I’m panicked”. I mean he was just chilling. 

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So the doc basically tells us that the kid has something lodged in his ear, it’s not a toy though. Hmm ok. Son what’s in your ear. The doctor leaves to get his colleague to come take a look. 

While he was gone, dad and I are asking questions, attempting to figure out how he got something in his ear. As most may know, 5-year olds are elaborate storytellers. We got several different stories, some were funny, and some we were like ok son, that’s an extreme exaggeration.

The doctors come back, one had his campers light in tow. He managed to get a good look into my sons ear. Low and behold, the mystery item is a red bead. It’s Mardi Gras season here in Louisiana, so maybe he was feeling festive.

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Now I’m thinking what would possess my child to put a bead in his ear. Even before we questioned him, I knew he did it. Even with his ever changing story, I knew he did it. You just know your children. 

So the docs go on to tell us how they’re gonna attempt to get it out, if not, he has to go to an ENT specialist. Great! Let’s hope they can get it out. 

No luck! The kid was too fidgety. Oh! I forgot to mention they gave him some medication to relax him, and it still didn’t work. Great! I hate, hate, hate giving my kids medication, so I was feeling a way about that. 

I will say we got some great laughs from this ordeal. He goes to the ENT soon, so I wonder what memories will come from that. 

Dad and I joked about how we’ll be in the ER a lot as we both have two sons. My two are certainly a force to be reckoned with. As a mother of boys, I’ve accepted that I’ll be in the hospital a many of days as my boys are curious and extremely rough. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

So 2017 has already been filled with adventure from the boys, I’m curious to see what else they can potentially get into this year. 

My boys

What are some things your child(ren) have done to give you a great scare?  
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That’s the Wild West!

My now 5 year old overlooking Horseshoe Bend on his birthday

The title of this blog was given by my 5-year old. We spent our Thanksgiving vacation in Arizona/Utah, and he was adamant on calling it the Wild West. 

Road trip ready 🚗 💨
My baby sister lives in El Paso, and we did Thanksgiving there again. Read about our last trip there here, Road to El Paso. I don’t know why my family allows me to convince them to make additional trips along with the trip we’re already taking. I somehow persuaded them into going to Antelope Canyon and Horseshoe Bend, my mom also requested that we swing by Four Corners as well. 

And so we journeyed to El Paso, it took roughly a day from Baton Rouge. We’ve made this trip enough that we have breaks mapped out, stopping in various towns along the way. 

So let’s talk about the drive from El Paso to Arizona, AMAZING. Where I’m from it’s rather flat and water everywhere, so to see the topography change was just mind blowing. Hmm, I hope I used topography in context. 

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Somewhere in New Mexico

Anywho, the drive up to Page was roughly 9 hours. I will say that it is totally dark on those highways at night! I had never felt closer to the stars, you can see EVERYTHING. 

It was about 11pm when we arrived to our hotel, so we were in for the night. For some reason, I was the first person awake the next morning. When I opened the curtains, I was so excited. I can’t describe my love of nature and geography, but just know I was ready to get the day going. ​

Good morning from Page, Arizona

Our first stop on this adventure was Antelope Canyon. Here is where my son excitedly said ” Oooooh mama that’s the Wild West”.  It was so freakin cute and hilarious 

Our tour through the canyon was with Ken’s Tours, and Sitting Buffalo was our guide. 

The tours were delayed due to the previous day being rained out. They had to ensure that everyone got to experience the canyon. 

Here’s where our trek began

While we were waiting to actually go down, Sitting Buffalo told us how the  Navajo were able to keep their land. My immediate reaction was to blurt out “Well isn’t that some bullshit. The US government has some shit with them”. I didn’t mean to cuss, but hey. 

Going down into the canyon was scary because it was so steep. I had to hold my 45lbs 2-year old, as I didn’t trust his coordination. Honestly I was freaking out over my oldest climbing by himself , but I couldn’t carry the both of them without all of us falling.

Once we were inside, it was amazing! I cannot find the words to describe the canyon, so I’ll simply post photos for your viewing pleasure. There was some minor climbing to do while down in the canyon, my baby boy was able to handle it alone. 

Captured my mom capturing the beauty
Amir doing some climbing

The crew
After we were done at Upper Antelope Canyon, we took a short drive over to Horseshoe Bend. It’s a walk from the parking area. Like prepare for you daily cardio type of walk, it’s on an incline. *You were warned* The walk is well worth the view!

There were a lot of people at the top, so I had to get in where I could to capture photos. I very badly wanted a pic sitting on the edge, but the shoes I had worn didn’t have the proper grip, and I was not ready to risk my life for a photo op. 

Again, I could list several adjectives to describe Horseshoe Bend, but I’ll just leave you with photos. The photos hardly do any justice to the beauty of this place.

My family enjoying the sunset

How can you not love this view?

The final piece of this vacation, was a stop over at the Four Corners monument. Here is where Colorado, Utah, Arizona, and New Mexico meet. 

It’s really not much to see there, but it’s cool that you can be in four states at once. Thanks to the History Channel docu-series  How the States Got Their Shapes, I just had to visit. We made the best out of it.

We had a blast in this trip.

The Wild West was quite relaxing. I’m already planning another trip, specifically to Monument Valley. 

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Toddler TMNT Themed Party 

My now two year old, did not have a 1st birthday party, and I thought it was only right he got a party this year. He absolutely loves Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for whatever reason, so I chose that as his theme.

I decided to have his party at his favorite park. The park comes equipped with a splash pad, playground, and various other things. I went to Pinterest for some ideas. I found some great ideas, and chose what I thought would be best for a toddler party.

Before I post and describe what ideas, I’ll tell y’all that my phone went haywire the day of the party, so I captured what I could with others phones.

I thought the ninja turtle sewer lids was the cutest thing ever!

I found the tray at my neighborhood dollar tree.  I created the sign with Microsoft Word and glued it onto craft sticks, so it wouldn’t fly away.

I came across recipes to create “sewer slime”, but I chose to keep it simple by just purchasing green Hawaiian Punch.

The bottles made it easy for everyone to keep up with their drink.

The cupcakes were made at the bakery at our neighborhood Albertsons. Believe it or not, they make some of the best cakes!


To feed the kiddos, we got pizza from Little Caesars. I purchased five of the Hot n Ready pizzas. I actually thought it would have been too much pizza, but it was just enough.

I found the pizza boxes used for the gift boxes on WebstaurantStore. The boxes were shipped flat. My first job was at Domino’s, so assembly was sort of second nature. I found a TMNT image on Google. I used Microsoft Publisher to add writing to the photo.

I simply printed the box covers and glued them on with my handy hot glue gun.

It actually rained the day of the party, but everything turned out alright!


Birthday boy enjoyed himself, as did his guests.


Overall, the party turned out nicely inspite of the weather. Thank you Pinterest for helping me plan a fairly simple party! 

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What a Difference a Year Makes

December 22, 2014, a day I won’t forget. I was at work, and received a call from my sons pediatrician. He told me I needed to pick my son up NOW and get him to the emergency room. I stood up at my desk, and said “Ok. What’s going on?” He proceeded to tell me that my son had a skull fracture with bleeding on his brain. That he had called the emergency room and told them I’d be in with him. I remember telling my boss “I’m leaving and don’t know when I’d be back”. I called my mom while I was en route, and she was able to keep me a calm while I drive. I made it to daycare in 10 minutes tops. I sat in the car composing myself because I knew this could get ugly extremely fast. I walked in as another parent walked out. I went to where my son was sleeping and I stood there. His caregiver was changing another child or something, I really do not remember. When she turned around and saw me standing there, she tried to make conversation. I wasn’t having it. I asked had my son fallen or been dropped since he had been going there. She said no. Ok, I figured that would be your response. I walked out rudely, and sped to the hospital.

Sure enough, they were awaiting our arrival at the hospital. I was questioned by doctors, detectives, and Child Protective Services. I was highly upset because I knew I had not harmed my child, yet I was being interrogated to the point of aggravation. When I was told an investigation had to be done to see where my son would end up, it hurt my soul! My baby was still exclusively breastfeed, so I’m thinking he can only be with me, and I’ll be highly upset if someone gave him formula.

When the doctors showed me the scan of my sons head and told me he should have been in a coma because of all of the blood on his brain, I could have lost it. I was livid!! The up side of it was they also told me he showed no signs of shaken baby syndrome, so he had either fallen or been dropped, *sucks teeth*. They told me how some of the blood was old and some new. Whaaaaat?!? Are you serious? All types of thoughts are running through my mind. Who would harm a child? A very small child at that. It was concluded that he was injured between the ages of 4 and 6 months.

These people turned my life upside down! Interviewing anyone who had ever interacted with my son, questioning my abilities as a mother, the whole nine. Meanwhile doctors came up with a plan as to how they plan to remove the blood from his head. He was scheduled to have two drains inserted, one on each side of his head, to remove the excess blood. First my baby needed a blood transfusion because his was low.  W T F! Dad may not have known it then, but I’ll tell him now, he kept me sane while my son was in the hospital.

December 26th, surgery day. Needless to say I’m nervous as all get out. The hardest thing ever was watching my 6 month old be wheeled away and I couldn’t be right there next to him. Surgery went well. Of course I couldn’t pick him up because of the drains, which meant I couldn’t nurse him. I absolutely hate pumping, but I did it for my son. He was a busy baby, trying to pull the drains from his head out of curiosity. The drains were connected to these measuring tubes on each side of his bed, and I could see all of this blood being removed from his head. CRAZY! As the days went on, the doctor informed me that the nurse could close the tubing so I could nurse him. That was a great relief. I was more than cautious with him. Our bonding time was limited due to these drains. My son would not nurse for long, as he would just fall asleep. He was comforted just being in my arms.

 One of the drains my son was connected to.

Being in PICU was hard. I was away from my oldest son, and he could only visit 20 minutes a day because he is younger than 14. About a week goes by, and no improvement in his condition. The neurosurgeon told me how his next step was to install a ventriculoperitoneal (VP) shunt.

A ventriculoperitoneal (VP) shunt is a medical device that relieves pressure on the brain caused by fluid accumulation. VP shunting is a surgical procedure that primarily treats a condition called hydrocephalus. This condition occurs when excess cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) collects in the brain’s ventricles.

I’m not a person who panicks or overly stresses, but this disturbed me. The fact that my son had been injured, and all of this could have been avoided by  whomever the culprit was, simply telling me. Anywho, I agreed to the procedure. I was not at all happy about my baby being sedated and cut again, but his overall well being was the at risk.  The neurosurgeon informed me of how my son may need the shunt for the rest of his life, and may not be able to participate in sports because of it. I was saddened to know that there was a possibility he wouldn’t be able to participate in things because of his condition.

  Throughout it all, my son was always happy.   

Again surgery went well. We stayed in PICU, a couple weeks longer. My son began physical, occupational, and speech therapy, as a result of the surgery he lost most of his developmental milestones. That’s what took the greatest toll on me. As parents, we can’t wait for our children to meet milestones, as it is a sign of their growth. I was pissed and hurt that we pretty much had to start over.

Once discharged, we of course had to see the neurosurgeon for outpatient check ups. A few days before his first checkup my son began to have a twitch, which I soon learned were actually partial seizures. At his appointment, he had an episode. The ticking was so minor that the neurosurgeon didn’t think it was much to be up in arms about. It wasn’t until my little man had a checkup with his neurologist, that they concluded they were partial seizures. This was fixed with medication and another surgery for drainage purposes.

Everything was looking better, he was getting his therapies and making improvements. Then one day at a physical therapy appointment, he vomitted on the therapist, and had to be rushed to the hospital. Because of the shunt, anytime he vomitted, he had to go to the ER. This go round I was told he had a fresh bleed on his brain. Now I’m panicking! It seemed as if we couldn’t catch a break. They monitor him of course, and his neurosurgeon comes up with a new plan to drain the excess fluid. They get the excess off his brain without having to resort to surgery, which was my greatest fear, another surgery. Once discharged this time, things began to look better quickly. EXCEPT for the fact that I was terminated from my job because of my attendance. That did not bother me in the slightest. If I had to choose work or my children, my children easily come first.

To eliminate having to schedule 3 therapies weekly, I placed my son in a daycare for medically fragile children. I looked for a job, went on interviews, and never seemed to be hired. This pushed me to find ways to generate income using my talents. I did pretty well for me and my children. There were good days and there were bad days, but that’s life. My son continued to make great strides in his development. The staff at his daycare were so very helpful, and I am forever grateful to them. Everything in our world had improved, and then…

On an October morning while working out, I receive a phone call from his daycare. They were concerned about his shunt, although he showed no signs of anything being wrong. I rushed him over to the ER. They examined him, took images of his head to see was the shunt functioning properly. GUESS WHAT?!?! His neurosurgeon found that there was no longer any need for the shunt and scheduled him for surgery to have it removed. This was a moment I thought wouldn’t come until some years down the line. I was so happy! My son thought my excitement was funny. Everything went well. He continued on at the daycare, and receiving his therapies. It seemed as if after the shunt was removed, his speech improved drastically. Shortly after that,  he began walking. That was a moment that brought tears to my eyes.

Everything he had acheived in these few short months did not come easily. There were nights when we were going over activities the therapists gave us to do, and I could see how sometimes he wanted to give up. I could’ve easily gotten frustrated, but I pushed him and myself to get through it. Yes, I wanted to swoop in and hug him, kiss him, and not continue with the activities, but I knew that would not have been beneficial to him, at all. There were times I tried to shelter him from certain activities because I kept thinking “what if he hurts himself”. I had to let him be a child, test boundaries, become self aware.  Those are things we have to let every child do, in order for them to become productive citizens of the world.

In the beginning I used to wonder why this happened to my child, but then I changed that to why not my child. This proved to me that no matter how much you vet a person or facility, things happen. Now I know things do in fact happen, but do NOT neglect to inform parents/guardians about what happened. As a parent I can respect a situation far better if you are upfront about it. Yes, I would have been mad at the incident, but I would’ve gotten over it. I don’t exactly hold a grudge now, but I occasionally become flustered when I think about it all. I am thankful for my sons, and glad that we can put all of this behind us. It took a toll on every member of my family.   With all of this said, I am not sure why it happened to us, but it did. I used to feel like it would not help anyone if I spoke about it, but now I’ll use any platform given to me. Parents please take your children to their respective checkups. Taking my son to his checkups on time was the only way we caught the injury, because he showed no signs.

This entire incident pushed me to think outside of the box when it came to generating income. I’ve come into contact with many mothers, and I have learned that we all struggle with figuring motherhood out. If we would stop trying to hide our struggles and openly discuss them, we can get the help needed. No matter how much help you do or do not have, being a mom is a journey. You discover so much about yourself. Be a fearless mama!  None of us have it totally figured out. Anything that you’ve been through, let it be a message to others. These are the things that make us who we are, none of us are the same. This is only a piece of our story, and I am open to answering any questions anyone may have. I just want to inspire people. I’ll leave you with a video that makes my heart smile every time I watch it.

To my oldest son, mommy loves you for being the brave, outspoken, wonderful big brother that you are. To my baby boy, mommy loves you for being the resilient, fearless, warrior that you are.

****UPDATE****

Here it is July 2017. My kiddo is now 3 years old and oh so amazing. I had actually forgotten about this blog post until I came across photos of him, as an infant, before he was injured.

My little man has become the epitome of what most of us think little boys are. He runs, jumps, fights, and eats EVERYTHING in sight.

Whenever people hear him speak, they’re surprised to learn that he’s only 3. We always get “he speaks so well for a 3-year old”. People truly don’t understand how happy that makes me. It affirms that all the work that was put into getting him back on track was not in vain.

I’ve spent this summer preparing my threenager for daycare/preschool, YIKES, as he has to go, now that I’ll be substitute teaching this upcoming school year, until I finish my Masters program. He’ll be in school with big brother next year, and big bro is excited about that.

My journey with my son has taught me that consistency is key. Stay consistent and you can achieve anything.

THANKS FOR READING!! 


Road to El Paso

This year, I decided to do Thanksgiving in El Paso with my baby sister. Earlier this year we road tripped for the birth of my nephew. I had planned how and what I’d pack ahead of time, but my sister went into labor earlier than anyone expected. She also birthed my nephew before we even left our hometown. Disappointing, as she had been there when I had my boys, but babies come when they are ready.

Nonetheless, I wanted this trip to be properly planned, so that it’d go as smoothly as possible. Pinterest had a plethora of ways to pack and activities to bring, and they all seemed like great ideas. Nothing really seemed practical for me, so I did what I thought was best for us.

Everyone was given their own duffle bag. I packed fairly basically, standard jean/pants colors with a variety of shirts. I’ve previously tried the packing specific outfits for each day, didn’t work, as I generally dress according to my mood when I wake up. I didn’t pack essentials (toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, etc), I chose to buy them when we reached our destination. The most challenging part of packing this time, was making sure my boys wouldn’t bore easily and quickly. 

My boys are 4 and 1 and they’ll pick fights with each other when they get bored. We were facing an 18 hour drive and I definitely didn’t want them to fuss and fight. I kept the items packed for them very simple. My 4 year old had to have his handy dandy Leap Frog Leap Pad 2. Dad had just purchased him the Jake and the Neverland Pirates Mathematics game cartridge, this was a great time for him to start using it. He was also equipped with crayons, and handwriting pad, his Spanish language toy, and a composition notebook. 

  

For my baby boy I solely packed his Leap Frog My Own LeapTop. Both boys had their own book sacks, so no confusion would come over who had what, so I thought. 

  Waiting for Gigi to pull up.



We had a big breakfast, that consisted of oatmeal (actual oats cooked on the stovetop), scrambled eggs, and toast. As far as packing snacks, I kept it very simple. We had a few bags of chips and water, we stopped for lunch in Beaumont, TX. We drove until we reached Schulenburg Texas, where we stopped for a 2 hour nap. I don’t sleep much on road trips, so while everyone was sleeping I explored the store we stopped at. I hit the mother load! I hadn’t had Blue Bell ice cream in ages, and it’s still not available in Louisiana. 
  It was sooo good!



Nap time was over, time to get back on the road. Not before my oldest vomited in the backseat. Luckily to my being prepared, the backseat had been covered with towels, so any mess could quickly be cleaned. Also an extra set of clothing was in each of their book sacks. 
Back on the road. The rest of the trip went smoothly. I’m pretty sure that my preparedness for this trip helped it go smoothly. I was so hell bent on having everything  perfectly packed and being prepared, but ended up going with what works for us. I found that the key for road tripping with children is knowing what your children like and how long it’ll be before they get agitated. Lol, I forgot to mention we made it pass Whiskey Bay and had to go back to Baton Rouge because my mom forgot her bag with her shoes. 

So travel with children is possible, just be prepared for anything.
You can check out pics from my trip on my Instagram!!