I have a preschooler. Preschooler P is loving every second of it. She only goes twice a week, but she asks every day if she can go. Over the summer she got a concussion and broke her arm and has become obsessed with Pirates and Mermaids. "The Little Mermaid" was never my favorite movie as a child, that I can recall, and it still isn't. But I frequently find myself humming songs from the movie. It's a little irritating. I don't know what's come over my independent 3.5 year old but things get tense at our house...and at the grocery store...the park...friend's houses. She has started throwing tantrums again. I realize this is typical toddler behavior but she had been doing so well for so long. It's throwing me for a loop. We but heads a lot, mostly because she's a lot like me. It's probably a good thing I never had a sister.
I also have another toddler. Toddler Man M is 18 months now. This little man is quite possibly the closest to perfect that any kid could get. He sleeps 12 hours plus at night takes a minimum of a 2 hour nap every day. Has never refused any kind of food. Says "thank you" and listens when you tell him to do something. Is this kid really mine?!? Seriously peeps, he's a dream. AND....and he's extremely cute. And snuggles. I'm telling you...perfect. I hated the new toddler stage with Preschooler P but Toddler Man M is making it so easy and fun.
Hubby said if we could be guaranteed another boy like Toddler Man M, we'd have a bunch more. Hubby would also be perfectly happy with the two little ones we have now and no more. But I know our family is not yet complete.
Part of my on going recover with my postpartum has been essential oils. doTERRA essential oils. I found them a little over a year ago. And truth be told they have saved my life. I had just had Baby boy M and moved into our brand new house and I had gone back to my midwife because I was still struggling. She wanted to up my medication. For some reason it didn't sit right with me. I prayed for another way. All I felt was darkness and the earth falling beneath as I walked outside or drove in my car. I couldn't take care of myself let alone my children. I felt like dying. I wanted to die. The thing with this disease is that no one understands it, unless they've been through it. I knew no one going through the same thing that I was and I just wanted to feel nothing. I was at the bottom. Actually beneath the bottom I was underneath about 50 feet of crap.
In that same week that my doctor wanted to up my medication my sister in law contacted me and told me a little bit about essential oils and also sent me some Wild Orange. Or as I like to call it, "my saving grace." This little bottle of citrus oil started me on a path of healing. I went to a class and by the end of it I knew this was the answer to my prayers. So I began my journey. Within six weeks of using essential oils I was off my medication and I was back to my old goofy, happy, social self.
I still have bad momma days. I still get angry and weepy. I still get anxiety and worry a lot. But I don't have to handle it without any help.
I know people are really skeptical about it and I can tell you a bunch of happy go lucky lovliness. But the truth is you gotta try it to understand it. If you want to learn more email me. I do this business to help you. I don't want another young mother to suffer alone like I did for so long and have nothing to turn too. I can help. Seriously.
the unbalanced, mother of 2, oil junkie