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Wednesday by Leah: Sick Day(s)

BabyRoX has been incredibly healthy since birth. He ran his first-ever fever at 12 months. It was roseola, which didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. High fever for a couple days, then a non-itchy red rash broke out. He didn’t act like he felt bad. Then a week later he got a stomach bug. Two pukey days, a low-grade fever, more napping and less eating, and he was good to go. He didn’t seem to feel too awful then, either. We didn’t need to go to the doctor, although I did call the nurse hotline just to reassure my worried mind.

But this past weekend, my sweet boy felt absolutely miserable. In pain from an ear infection and teething. High fever, runny nose, coughing. He couldn’t get comfortable. He wanted to sleep but couldn’t. He just wanted me to hold him. So much for night weaning- he wouldn’t eat any food, so I nursed him as often as he wanted. Anything to make him feel a little bit better.


Luckily, our pediatrician has Saturday hours, so off to the doctor we went. Thankful it wasn’t the flu or anything truly serious, I left with instructions to give him Motrin as needed and… amoxicillin. Now, if you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you know I lean toward the holistic/organic/crunchy side. I’m NOT anti-allopathic medicine, but I’m also not a huge fan of medical interventions unless they are truly needed, because the risk of unpleasant side effects or complications from the intervention is higher than I’d like. I know antibiotics are over-prescribed. I know they strip the body of good bacteria, not just bad. I know they are ineffective if the infection is viral. I know that there are gentle, holistic remedies that can be very effective at treating both bactetial and viral infections. I know all of this.


I also know that I took a sh*t-ton of antibiotics growing up. Big, pink, gooey spoonfuls of amoxicillin. I liked the stuff! I was on hormonal birth control pills for years. I ate Dunkin Donuts every Saturday for 6 years straight. Ok, maybe not quite… But a lot went into my body that isn’t organic. And I’m fine. So why am I so guilt-ridden over giving my toddler one round of antibiotics? His body has been far less “contaminated” than mine was growing up. And, as my awesome and hilarious friend mentioned in this post, he’s going to eat all kinds of nasty stuff anyways! He’s already helped himself to generous portions of cat food, lint, and dirt. (And the chips that my parents like to feed him! Don’t think I don’t know about that!) And he didn’t have a truly sick day until nearly 15 months of age.

So thank you to all my awesome mom friends for assuaging the guilt and giving me a healthy dose of perspective. You know who you are. Y’all rock.

I’m doing ok. You are doing ok. BabyRoX is doing ok. We’re all ok!

And for the record, amoxicillin is no longer pink NOR as tasty as it used to be. The times, how they’ve changed!


Wednesday by Leah: Swarmed

On Saturday night, Mark and I were supposed to go to a super awesome Halloween party. But first, he had an engagement shoot outdoors in the beautiful fall weather. I was looking forward to a fun night out. My parents were looking forward to a fun night with their grandson. And then my phone rang. It was Mark, but he sounded funny. Really funny.

Why? He had been swarmed by a hive (nest? gang?) of angry yellow jackets. He had been stung. A lot. And while he had been stung in the past and never had an allergic reaction, it really sounded like his throat was swelling up and I got scared. He was 37 miles across town with our car. We only have one car. He asked me to call a friend who lived close to where he was to take him to the hospital. I urged him to get in the ambulance that was called instead. He protested. I used my stern voice. I called my friend. Mark called back and said he would go with the ambulance. I called my friend back and told her nevermind. I called my mom and asked her to pick me up and drive me to the hospital. Meanwhile, Mark collapsed, came to, couldn’t see for 20 minutes, and threw up a whole bunch. I’m glad I missed that part.

The EMTs were amazing and basically saved his life. I’m so glad they were stubborn and didn’t drive off like Mark suggested. Because by the time my friend could have gotten to him, my husband would likely have been dead. Or close to it.

When I got to the hospital, I rushed into the ER and found Mark hooked up to oxygen and fluids, shivering on a bed. Cue the Grey’s Anatomy theme song. It felt so surreal… just an hour earlier I was about to put on a costume and go to a party, and all of a sudden I’m in the Emergency Room holding my husband’s hand and kissing his puffy eyelids and feeling exceptionally grateful that he was able to open his eyes and squeeze my hand back.

The nurses pumped him full of fluids and antihistamines and steroids and something to make the shaking stop. He was covered in red welts. But he was alive! And reasonably well. He slept a bunch that night and woke up early the next morning to go shoot  a wedding. Yup, he’s crazy like that. We’re both just insanely thankful that he genuinely felt ok enough to shoot a wedding. That he was alive and breathing and not dead in a parking lot by a mountain.

Paying bills, running a business, parenting, prepping for a move – all the stressors that have been on my mind are suddenly so much less stressful. I’m not glad that Mark almost died, but it IS nice to have my priorities more in order! Also, EMTs rock.

And Happy Halloween!

Wednesday by Leah: Being my own best friend

So last week, our awesome new website was inundated with boudoir photos. My mom wasn’t too pleased with this. My best gal pal was also concerned. (Love y’all both!) While some may view boudoir as risqué, I think our team did a great job taking beautiful, tasteful photos and also writing about the courage and sense of self-worth/love/appreciation a boudoir session both requires and help creates.

And it also got me thinking… how am I treating myself these days? I wrote a bit about making time for myself, and that’s important – and something I’m getting better at! But as I made time for myself, I also made time for being extra-critical of myself. My never-ending to-do list. My stress about paying bills. My feeling two steps behind. Always pulling my hair in a pony tail. Etc. Etc. Etc.


So I decided to give myself a mental boudoir session of sorts. Strip myself down, emotionally. What do I need? How do I feel? And what I need is to be my own best friend. To treat myself the way my friends treat me, and the way I (hopefully) treat them. Instead of letting that critical voice berate me, I need to talk myself the way I would talk to an anxious, stressed-out friend.

Breathe. You’re doing awesome. It’s gonna be ok. Let’s do some yoga and have a glass of wine.

Not only is it of the utmost importance for my own self-care and life balance to treat myself with kindness and respect, but it is also exactly what I want to model for my son. I don’t want him witnessing a frazzled woman being down on herself. I want him to see me for who I really am: a confident, joyful, present, enthusiastically peaceful woman.

I’m a good friend to others. And I’m starting to be a very good friend to myself. Which makes for a super awesome mama. And that makes everyone a little bit happier!