Randomness

I have many things jumbling around in my head, and I'm going to put them in this blog today. Forgive the free flow of randomness coming from my brain.

Sunday was Mother's Day, of course, and my first time to celebrate as a Mom. As a gift, I asked my husband for one uninterrupted night of sleep. I don't really mind getting up with Olivia, but it does interrupt my sleep pattern, and I thought this would be a nice treat. He agreed to feed Olivia when she woke up on Saturday night so I could sleep through the night without getting up. Well, the little one must have heard my request and thought I was asking her to give Mommy this gift, because she slept straight through the night. 8:30 p.m. to 6:15 a.m. So Mommy and Daddy both got a treat, but I reserve the right to cash in on this idea again later.

Yesterday was Olivia's 6-month appointment, with FIVE shots. This is the third time she's had shots at the doctor, and it was by far the worst. Since she's more mobile, I had to hold her still. After the first shot went in, she just WAILED. It was the kind of surprise and shock that comes with a bee sting, only I was helping to inflict it on her...FIVE TIMES! I hate this. Her little tears were just streaming. When it was over, she was sobbing. I have never seen her sob. This was simply pain and surprise and the utter unfairness of it all thrown in together. I held her close for five minutes while she sobbed and intermittently looked me right in the eye and complained about her experience. Like a five-year-old would tell you about how she skinned her knee between sobs and tears, except without actual intelligible words. She calmed down after about five minutes and flashed a big smile to the doctor when he came in to examine her later. Thank God for short memories.

I've been thinking about Olivia's birthmom lately, with Mother's Day and Olivia's 6-month photos coming in soon. I've lost her...I think I mentioned that she moved back to the area and left a message at the agency where she first met us, saying that she had a new address and wanted to see Olivia. Well, I called that number, which turned out to be a local homeless shelter. I learned that she'd moved to another shelter. Then I tried that shelter a few times and now she's not there either. She wasn't in when I called, and now I don't know where she is. I guess I'll just have to mail photos to her mother (whose address I also have) and let her know that I am interested in contacting Sarah, but don't know where she is. I feel bad for her because obviously she's in a bad situation, and I wish there was something I could do to help her.

Well, my little one is up from her morning nap and wants to eat, so the randomness must end here.