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I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Sick Hamlet

Yesterday morning I knew that my little Hamlet was sick before I even went into his room. The fact that it was 7 AM and he hadn't woken up was the tell-tale sign that we were going to have a sick day. True to my prediction, he was burning up with a fever when I picked him up out of his crib. Typically full of energy and happy, he was lethargic and flat.  My heart breaks when my kids aren't feeling well.

His fever fluctuated throughout the day, reaching 103 when the Tylenol was wearing off and lowering to 101 when the medication was working. He sporadically crawled off the couch and played with his trains, but it never lasted for long. He just didn't have the energy to play, so we spent the majority of the day curled up on the couch watching Team Umizoomi.

Just like his brother, Timmy wants his Daddy when he is sick. He was asking for him throughout the day, and the only time he really perked up and smiled was when I told him that his Daddy was home. Almost as soon as Scott sat down Timmy curled up on his lap. If Timmy hadn't been sick it would have been an adorable scene. Although it was wonderful witnessing the bond between father and son, I was saddened because I knew that my Hamlet wasn't feeling well.

Timmy hasn't yet woken up, which is an indication that today will be a repeat of yesterday. I feel so helpless when he is sick. I wish that Momom and Daddy cuddles could heal viruses, but sometimes all we can do is love him and wait.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Continuing to Push #DontExcludeAmputees

Well, after a fantastic three day weekend, today we return to reality.  Robby and Scott will return to school/ work, and Timmy and I will resume our routines. I'm sad that our hibernation hideaway is being dissolved, but I suppose it's time to face the world again. (I had ambitions of returning to civilization yesterday but we quickly decided to spend another day chilling out in front of the fireplace.)

While we never really ventured out of the house, I was productive. With Robby on his computer and Timmy happily playing with his trains, I was able to tackle a lot of work. I always feel better when I am caught up and, dare I jinx myself by admitting that I'm even ahead on some projects. 

I also spent a lot of time trying to promote our #DontExcludeAmputees initiative. With the ACA repeal in process, it is imperative that we reach out to our elected officials in Congress to demand that prosthetics remain classified as Essential Health Benefits. I'm terrified of returning to the days when amputees were disabled by lifetime caps and yearly coverage limits.

On Sunday we recorded a new podcast and updated our new Amp'd website. This project has been a true labor of love and I am so proud of the results. The tools that have been created are both intuitive to use and functional to true life issues. If you haven't yet checked it out, I invite you to do so now. (And don't forget to subscribe so that you never miss an update.)  Please, if you have been putting it off, now is the time to send your emails and make calls demanding that prosthetics maintain Essential Health Benefits status. I am imploring all of my readers to take action because inaction may result in our insurance policies dictating our abilities.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Hibernation Healing

I didn't do anything consequential over the weekend, and it was exactly what I needed. I spent the days playing with Timmy and Robby, relaxing and tooling around on the computer. I didn't tackle any of my home improvement ambitions, and I didn't fret about the yard work and clutter. Instead, I gave myself a pass from work and stress.

I don't find relaxing natural and I am envious of those who can completely unwind regardless of everything piling up around them.  I often feel both anxious and guilty when I take a break from "mom chores" for awhile. It isn't easy for me to leave the dishes in the sink for the night, or not to immediately put the laundry away. The past week had beaten me down to the point where I needed to take a break or I was going to become ill. In the past I would have tried to muddle through everything on our "to do" list with no regard to the impact on my emotional well-being. The fact that I recognized that I needed to completely disengage and relax is progress!

Today everybody is home again for the holiday. Timmy is going to be delighted when he realizes that his Daddy and Robby aren't going to school. He certainly loves the commotion and energy that comes from the full house.

I'm not sure what we are going to do today, but I want to have an impromptu family adventure. We have spent the past few days hibernating from the world. I'm  now feeling strong, more centered and less stressed than I did a few days ago. I am ready to venture out into society again and have some fun!

Friday, January 13, 2017

Feeling OLD

I am so relieved that today is Friday. I don't have exciting plans for the long weekend; perhaps the fact that I am lacking any plans at all is the reason I am excited. We have been in constant motion for so long that the prospect of just staying still and being quiet at home sounds like a vacation. There is a slew of housework that I can finish this weekend, but I am leaning towards letting the dust bunnies breed for awhile so I can veg out on the couch and watch movies with the kids.

I don't know why this week has felt like an eternity. Timmy has been a handful, testing my patience and requiring constant attention. I know that much of his behavior is a combination of both his age and to a reaction to his medication, but he has left me completely drained at the end of each day. He is lucky that he is cute and endearing, because that is probably the only saving grace keeping me from the brink of insanity.

The past few days have reminded me that I'm not a young mom. I'm middle aged, and I feel every bit of my 42 years. I can't help but wonder if I was younger, and if I had my biological foot, that maybe I wouldn't be so tired at the end of each day. Of course, both ideas are silly to entertain because neither situation can be rectified. Trying to look on the positive, at least I am able to bring experience and perspective to motherhood. Hopefully that will make up for the exhaustion!

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Thursday, January 12, 2017

Hiding Mode

This week seems to be moving at a snail's pace. I'm not sure why I'm so anxious for Friday to arrive, but for some reason I'm really looking forward to the weekend. I find myself hoping for cold weather so that I can curl up in front of the fireplace while Timmy is playing with his trains. I think I just want to retreat and hibernate for awhile, and it is more socially acceptable to hide over a long weekend than it is during the work week. 

Today the weather is supposed to be unseasonably warm, which should make my little Timmy happy. He loves little more than running around outside, getting covered with dirt and exploring everything around him. I just love his little spirit, and this developmental age is so much fun. Tantrums aside, I adore watching him grow and learn as he is making new discoveries daily. Everything excites him, and through his eyes the mundane is magical.

If the afternoon is as beautiful as promised, I'm going to surprise the boys by taking them to the park after we pick up Robby from school. Today should be the perfect day for Robby to get some drone flying practice under his belt, and I'm sure that Timmy will love watching and cheering. If I can't hibernate and hide away, going to the park with my kids is probably the next best thing. When I am with them, I'm able to disconnect from all of the stresses and anxiety that normally taunt me throughout the day. I'm able to just be in the moment, and be happy. Right now, that's exactly what I need.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Inexhausible Energy

Yesterday Timmy was full of mischief.  I didn't need to worry about exercising because keeping up with him was absolutely exhausting. The day started off normal, but an allergic reaction quickly sent everything into a tailspin. Usually his allergy medication makes him drowsy, but occasionally it has the opposite effect. Yesterday was definitely one of those days.

Timmy was literally jumping off anything that provided altitude. He happily tried to scale up our brick wall in the entry way. (Although I was by no means happy with his attempt, I must admit to being moderately impressed with his ability. He managed to climb up at least 5 feet before I found him and pulled him down.) 
I spent the majority of my day trying to distract him into a less destructive activity. Most of the time my attempts were rebuffed with great prejudice as he took of sprinting in a tornado of chaos. His attention span was fleeting and he an inexhaustible supply of energy.

Hamlet is still small for his age, but my goodness he is strong. It turns out that he can push our sleeper sofa across the living room, a feat he happily demonstrated throughout the day. I spent a good hour carrying him, planking and screaming, up the stairs in an attempt to keep him from superman leaping down to the landing. He would appease me by playing with his trains for a few minutes before taking off to try to base jump from the stairs again. The polar opposite of Robby, my little Timmy has no fear.

He pushed all of my buttons, and his limits, throughout the day. The afternoon hours felt like an eternity as I waited anxiously for Scott to come home. Almost as soon as he walked in the door I took leave to go to the bathroom. It wasn't physically necessary, but nobody was the wiser. In reality I enjoyed the solitude and spent 30 minutes just eating chocolate and reading a magazine.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Pink Dragons

After much conjoling from both Robby and his Taekwondo instructors, yesterday I finally acquiesced and took the "Pink Dragons" class. Robby was excited for me to participate, but I know he was looking forward to watching the tables turned on me. He rather enjoyed sitting in the chairs watching me sweat and stumble through physical challenges. 

I did my best, but I definitely wasn't graceful. I felt like an unwieldy cow trying to perform Swan Lake. Trying to hit a punching bag, I felt out of place and out of my comfort zone. But I wanted Robby to see that I'm not a quitter and that it is important to try new things even when they are difficult, so I stuck it out until the end.  I would have rewarded myself with a cupcake for surviving my first class, but two things stopped my celebration. First, I couldn't move my arms to bring the treat to my mouth. Secondly, staring at myself in full length mirrors while trying to work out was not a flattering view. I was sadly reminded that I would benefit from fewer cupcakes and more workouts in my life.

The class is once a week and I'm hoping that I'm able to move my arms by the next time we meet. I do have to say, even though I'm incredibly sore from the workout and depressed by the image in the mirror, I did enjoy myself. Once I put my anxiety and self-criticism to the side, I found out that I like punching things. I can see how this class could help me channel some of my frustrations in a healthier way!