This blog is just about my life and mostly revolves around my son, Jamie. This blog is a combination of everything, whether it may be a new recipe I tried, a good freebie I found, something funny Jamie said, or feelings I'm having about life in general. There's little rhyme or reason. I'll never win any blogging awards, but I enjoy writing about our lives and I mostly do it for my son. It's so easy to forget moments over the years. I've got all these little tidbits of our life in print and I hope that someday Jamie can enjoy them.

I called this blog Mother of Life, Mother of Loss because of my issues with pregnancy loss and the joy of finally bringing this wonderful person into the world. Truly, I feel the pains of loss, but you won't see too much of that here. I am blessed and I am, above all else, a mother of life.

After all the years of infertility and loss, Matthew and I were blessed with a surprise pregnancy. We were pregnant with twins, but unfortunately, Baby A could not stay with us. Baby B grew into a healthy and happy baby girl that we named Bella Marie. We are so blessed to have two beautiful children.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Rigid Thinking

I hate Jamie being upset in the morning, but his rigid thinking often causes tears. This morning I helped him put his pants on. I pulled one foot through before he put his other into the leg hole. I usually let him put both feet in and then lift him up to pull his pants all the way up. He had a total melt down. Even after he was completely dressed he continued to cry about it. It makes me so frustrated when he continues to cry about something that has already been done.

This is not the only example of how he might cry when something is already done. He cries if you drive past something he wants you to see. Even if you saw it and tell him so he will cry if you didn't acknowledge it before passing it. He cries if you put something up in the wrong place. Even if you put it into the right place he might cry for quite awhile because you made a mistake in the first place. It happens so much that I can't even think of all the examples.

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