Our song...

It wasn't long after Ashton was born that I realized lullabies really do help babies fall asleep. I experimented with different songs until I found just the right one for the two of us.

When I found it, we both knew it was the song. When he was tired and grouchy "our song" would always relax him enough to fall asleep...

So, when Aiden was born, I wanted to pick a special lullaby just for him. For weeks I tried new songs, but nothing seemed quite right. A song from the West Side Story, almost did the job, but, I didn't know all of the right words and that was very distracting to us both. :) One day, in desperation, I ended up borrowing Ashton's song...

...and that was the song Aiden chose.

Fast asleep he fell

(and it kind of made sense, Aiden loves everything his brother loves).

Yesterday, I was marveling at the magic of this song.

When Aiden is fussy in the car, I sing the song from the drivers seat and he falls asleep... When it's 3 in the morning and feeding him didn't do the trick, I put him back in his crib and sing it from my bed... he falls asleep. Of course, my favorite is when he's in my arms, looking up into my eyes, all quiet and sleepy. awww. I watch as his little eyes droop heavier and heavier until they're peaceful and closed.

I've been feeling a little sad that they have to share the same lullaby (I know, is that weird?),

but last night I realized it's not such a horrible thing.

I had Ashton in one arm and Aiden in the other, it was 10pm and my arms were getting numb, both boys were crying and obviously needed to fall asleep... I started to sing our song and within seconds they were both asleep in my arms.

If that's not magic, I don't know what is.

Hugs and loves when your insides are coming out

Someday I will stop blogging about my falling apart body and horrible sickness, but for now it's the only thing really going on in my life...so just bear with me a few more months, yes? Thank you. :)

Basically, I throw up. Alot. And as disgusting as it is to talk about, I wanted to share the only good part about it with you all...

So, I just lay in bed all day and when I feel it's time, I rush to the toilet where I sit Indian style and lean in. (Sorry, if it's already too detailed...it'll get better...)
In the beginning, Ashton would run in with me and pat my neck and give me hugs from behind until I was done.
A little awkward when your insides are coming out, but so sweet and adorable.

Then he got more involved and after the long hug, he would "demand" several pieces of toilet paper to throw in before the flush.

After a week or two he took it to the next level and started mimicking me. He would spit and gag right along with me into the porcelain bowl. Then pat my neck and grab the little t.p. pieces to throw in before the flush.

As disturbing as it may sound, I really felt comforted knowing I wasn't alone in those horrible moments, and that my little boy loved me and was taking care of me the best he knew how.

This past weekend, while I was throwing up, Ashton was in bed with Andrew and started making his gagging sounds. We both thought he was playing "throw up time" 'cuz I was, but we quickly caught on that it was the real deal and daddy rushed him to me at the toilet where he threw up all of the food he ate that day. It was so sad, but he leaned in and knew what to do. :(

I hugged him from behind and patted his neck and when he was done I gave him little pieces of toilet paper to throw in before I flushed.

We had taught eachother just what to do.