parenting | Lessons from my daughter

Fall 2002

Emily is just over 4 years old and is included in a kindergarten class with a full-time specialized educator. She is there for half days.

My morning routine now consists of dropping Emily at school, going to work, by lunch time, I grab my lunch, pick Emily up at school, eat in the car while driving her to the daycare across town and get back to work.

I eat lunch in my car and it’s ok! The company is amazing!

The town is a 50 km/h speed limit, that day, Emily and I were singing our heads off and I forgot to slow down….. when I saw the police car, it was too late…. he saw me first. I parked the car on the side of the road and waited!

That’s when it got interesting!

Emily loves police officers (she called them polite, couldn’t pronounce the soft c) she was beside herself….. full of excitement, she couldn’t believe how “lucky” we were that a police officer was coming to say hello! LUCKY!!!

That has to make you smile……… 🙂

I raised her to believe that police officers are our friends, they are here to help us, they are the good guys!!!

Can you see where this is going?

The officer is now at my window and he is asking me if I know why he stopped me….

That time I said yes, I knew why and that I had no idea how I managed to miss the 50km/h sign as I drove there multiple times per day. He seemed surprised that I admitted so willingly to my fault!

By now, Emily is bouncing in her car seat…. She can’t take it anymore….. She is trying really hard to get the officer’s attention!

I had to help her!

I asked the police officer if he could look in the back seat and say hello to my little girl. The look of surprise on his face was priceless, he was…. puzzled??? I had to explain to him that he is the good guy, that he is here to keep us safe and that because of that Emily wants to see him, see the uniform, the car, the lights, everything…. By now, he is smiling, he gets it! I can’t say anything or argue because that would go against what I have been teaching my daughter. He bent down, smiled and waved at Emily! She had the biggest smile you can imagine!

He went back to his car and returned with a warning for me and a goodbye for Emily telling her to keep an eye on me!

A warning! A was ready for the ticket, for the stern talk and I was going to take it like a mom who taught her child that the police officer is right…

Somehow that paid off! Somehow, my daughter got me out of a ticket because I had to own up to what I was teaching her! 🙂

If you are going to do it, be willing to suffer the consequences… that was the lesson I learned that day!

What makes a police officer powerless? When citizens know their rights (bikersofamerica.blogspot.com)

June 18 1998 20:24

Our daughter is finally here! A tiny baby 5 lbs 6 onces …. 18.5 inches long.

She is beautiful! The cutest baby in the nursery! I know every parents think that about their baby but mine was awfully cute!

She had the most perfectly round face with big almond shape eyes. She had a tiny cry while all those other big babies were so loud!!! She had a tiny spot on the back of her head that had no hair, she had a tiny purple spot on her forehead and a little skin tag by her left ear….. Other than that 10 fingers, 10 toes and a cute tiny nose….

Emily was born in the time of breastfeeding madness….. where you “had to” breastfeed. Emily didn’t want to!!! The drinking containers (my breasts) were bigger than she was….. She didn’t latch, she didn’t suck and couldn’t swallow…… My breasts became public properties to the nurses at the hospital….. They all had a different approach that was supposed to make Emily drink….. Well that didn’t work and quite frankly at some point regardless of their good intentions, I couldn’t stand nurses grabbing my breasts!!! MY Boobies!!! Not public property!

The doctors ordered tests and it was decided that her not drinking properly and turning blue while we were feeding her had to do with not knowing how to swallow! We were cleared to go home with our daughter, all we needed to do was take our time feeding her…

Did we ever!!!

You know those babies who drink 8 onces and go for a nap!?!?!? I’ve heard they exist! I believe some of my nephews were like that but in our house there was none of that. No drinking, no napping!

I pumped milk for as long as I could, I started with a manual pump, got on a path to tendinitis so I switch to electronic…. talk about feeling like a milk cow…. not sexy, not stimulating…. but I did it for my daughter! Emily drank maybe 2 onces at the time and to get those 2 onces in her took a couple of hours. Put a tiny amount in her mouth, sit her up straight, put a hand on her tummy, once you felt the sip go down (yes, you can feel that….), sit her up straight and don’t move her……. wait maybe 5 minutes and repeat…. The waiting was to help her keep the milk in. Regardless of how slowly we got the milk in her, she vomited at least half of it……

One day, I will tell you about the time her godmother decided to play with her just after she was done drinking….

Feeding Emily was a 24/7 adventure. We just kept giving her small amount of milk hoping it would stay in, hoping she would keep enough to stay alive!

My house was a mess, I had on-going piles of laundry (all the vomiting) and I was exhausted…. Emily didn’t sleep. She drank, vomited and cried…… She slept maybe 4 hours on 24 hours and they were not in a row!!!

To this day, I am not sure where the energy and tenacity to continue came from….

One thing for sure, by the time she was diagnosed and that the doctors talked about feeding her by tube….. I knew we could keep her alive without it! I knew that it was hard, I knew that the tube might be easier but at the end of the day, I wanted her to learn to eat, I wanted her to learn to use her tongue and cheeks….. I wanted her to developed those muscles so maybe one day she would talk…..! Maybe one day she would say “maman”

When faced with a never ending task, how long will you keep going?