That there is the title of one of my favorite movies starring Steve Martin and John Candy. If you have seen it you know why it is awesome and if you haven't seen it then you should. I don't want to ruin the movie for you but it is hilarious to say the least.
Anyhow today is the day I have been waiting for. Jeremiah and I are leaving by train for Chicago. We will spend two fabulous weeks there with my side of the family. We do not get to see them very often...so this is sort of a big deal to me. Jeremiah is thrilled to be taking the train. I wish it were plane, because it is faster, but I am thankful we are not going by bus or automobile, because that would take even longer.
We are all packed up. Our train departs at 3 o'clock. Wake up Chicago...because here we come!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Stressed to kill
Tomorrow Jeremiah and I leave for our 2 week stay in Chicago. I am excited beyond belief to see all my loved ones. Jeremiah is excited too....well at least he is excited about the train ride there.
Of course I will miss all my family and friends and my hubby that will be staying behind here in Saint Louis, but there is nothing quite like getting away. Sometimes it is nice to be surrounded by different faces, laughter of another kind, and enthralled in a whole new atmosphere.
Yet right now I am feeling stressed. Packing brings a new kind of stress to me. I do not get out of town often enough and therefore I have yet to obtain a decent luggage system. I have a few duffel bags I am using and I feel like it isn't working too well.
You know how there are professional movers? There needs to be some company who allows you to hire professional vacation packers. Someone who can come in and do all the work for me. And for a little extra dough you can rent luggage. The nice and fancy kind like all the superstars and rich people use when they travel.
I think I am going to take a break and watch a movie. Something relaxing and something that will hopefully grant me a few good laughs. Because all this packing has me ready to pull my hair out.
But it really is a small price to pay when come tomorrow I will be headed towards more hugs and kisses than I can handle. I will be on my way to enjoying myself, having a good time, laughing until my sides hurt, and taking tons of pictures to document this moment.
I can't wait.
Of course I will miss all my family and friends and my hubby that will be staying behind here in Saint Louis, but there is nothing quite like getting away. Sometimes it is nice to be surrounded by different faces, laughter of another kind, and enthralled in a whole new atmosphere.
Yet right now I am feeling stressed. Packing brings a new kind of stress to me. I do not get out of town often enough and therefore I have yet to obtain a decent luggage system. I have a few duffel bags I am using and I feel like it isn't working too well.
You know how there are professional movers? There needs to be some company who allows you to hire professional vacation packers. Someone who can come in and do all the work for me. And for a little extra dough you can rent luggage. The nice and fancy kind like all the superstars and rich people use when they travel.
I think I am going to take a break and watch a movie. Something relaxing and something that will hopefully grant me a few good laughs. Because all this packing has me ready to pull my hair out.
But it really is a small price to pay when come tomorrow I will be headed towards more hugs and kisses than I can handle. I will be on my way to enjoying myself, having a good time, laughing until my sides hurt, and taking tons of pictures to document this moment.
I can't wait.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Jeremiah's Birth Story
A good birth story is always interesting right? Well I think so. Due to a serious lack of having anything to write about (honestly today was boring) I thought I would share with you the story of my son's birth. It is a story I would have wanted to share at some point or another and I figure right now is as good a time as any. I enjoy sharing this story with others and I hope you enjoy reading it.
Once upon a time I was pregnant with a bouncing baby boy. At my 36 week check up my doctor had measured me and said I was measuring a little big (around 38 weeks). She wanted me to have an ultrasound to be sure the baby wasn't too big and if he was she would probably induce me. My doctor had warned me she didn't believe I would make it to my due date. Anyhow, she scheduled an ultrasound for that next Tuesday, June 27th. In the mean time I was to just sit tight and try to relax as much as I could because pretty soon I would have a demanding baby living with me.
The rest of that week went by basically as normal as normal could be. On Monday, June 26th my parents had stopped by to check up on me. They joked around asking me when the baby would come. I laughed and reminded them I still had 3 more weeks until my due date. When they left I went back to my cleaning. I guess I was still nesting a bit and had decided to hang up all of mine and Dan's clean clothes (that had been waiting to be hung up for like 2 weeks). I was nearly done, putting shirts on hangers, when I felt a slight bit damp down south. I thought no big deal, I probably just tinkled a tiny bit. I was almost done with this final project and wanted to finish it. I kept right on going until about 10 minutes laters I felt a trickle. I looked down at my leg to find, to my amazement, a clear fluid slowly trickling down my leg.
"My water just broke!" I screamed to Dan. We called my parents, whom thought we were joking, and then made a bag. Do not even begin to ask me why I waited until the last possible minute to make a bag to take to the hospital. When my parents got there they drove us to the hospital and I made my way to the pregnancy assesment center. There they checked the fluid, which turned out to be amniotic fluid, determined my water had broken indeed, and set me up with an IV. Afterward I was given my room (room # 1420)...yes I remember that.
Fortunately for me both of my nurses were totally awesome. They were so kind and did everything they could to make me feel comfortable. Because my water had broken and my contractions were not really up to par they decided to give me pitocin to jump start my labor. Unfortunately for me that made my contractions practically unbearable and it didn't help that I was having tremendous back labor. I had planned for an all natural childbirth, but when I was 6 cm dialated I couldn't take it anymore and asked for an epidural. It was a lifesaver, but next time around I still plan on having a drug free childbirth.
My labor continued to progress throughout the night and into the next day. At 3 o'clock I remember my nurse telling me it was time to push. I pushed and pushed and finally at 3:28 p.m. on Tuesday, June 27th Jeremiah was born. Funny that was the day I should have been going to get an ultrasound, but I guess he had other plans. He weighed 7 lbs. 2 oz and he was 19 1/2 inches long...a little runt. Due to having group b strep and running a high fever during labor they had Jeremiah stay in the special care nursery. That was disappointing since I wanted him to room in with me during our hospital stay.
While my birth wasn't exactly what I had pictured it to be, it certainly wasn't the worst neither. However since giving birth to Jeremiah I have become much more informed. I have educated myself beyond belief on childbirth. Next time I plan on hiring a midwife and giving birth at home or at a birthing center with nothing more than me, Dan, my family, friends, and midwife. No doctors. I still want the experience of having an all natural childbirth.
On June 30th, 2006 we brought home our little man and as they say the rest is history. It is hard and tiring when you first become a parent. You try to prepare but in all actuality nobody is ready for an infant until there really is one there. There are times when you want to scream or cry and pull out all your hair, but I promise you this...being a parent is by far one of the most exciting and wonderful experiences of my life. It has its ups and downs, but it also has its perks...and through all the trials and tribulations it is most certainly rewarding.
Life will never be the same again once you become a parent...but take it from me, that is a very good thing indeed.
Once upon a time I was pregnant with a bouncing baby boy. At my 36 week check up my doctor had measured me and said I was measuring a little big (around 38 weeks). She wanted me to have an ultrasound to be sure the baby wasn't too big and if he was she would probably induce me. My doctor had warned me she didn't believe I would make it to my due date. Anyhow, she scheduled an ultrasound for that next Tuesday, June 27th. In the mean time I was to just sit tight and try to relax as much as I could because pretty soon I would have a demanding baby living with me.
The rest of that week went by basically as normal as normal could be. On Monday, June 26th my parents had stopped by to check up on me. They joked around asking me when the baby would come. I laughed and reminded them I still had 3 more weeks until my due date. When they left I went back to my cleaning. I guess I was still nesting a bit and had decided to hang up all of mine and Dan's clean clothes (that had been waiting to be hung up for like 2 weeks). I was nearly done, putting shirts on hangers, when I felt a slight bit damp down south. I thought no big deal, I probably just tinkled a tiny bit. I was almost done with this final project and wanted to finish it. I kept right on going until about 10 minutes laters I felt a trickle. I looked down at my leg to find, to my amazement, a clear fluid slowly trickling down my leg.
"My water just broke!" I screamed to Dan. We called my parents, whom thought we were joking, and then made a bag. Do not even begin to ask me why I waited until the last possible minute to make a bag to take to the hospital. When my parents got there they drove us to the hospital and I made my way to the pregnancy assesment center. There they checked the fluid, which turned out to be amniotic fluid, determined my water had broken indeed, and set me up with an IV. Afterward I was given my room (room # 1420)...yes I remember that.
Fortunately for me both of my nurses were totally awesome. They were so kind and did everything they could to make me feel comfortable. Because my water had broken and my contractions were not really up to par they decided to give me pitocin to jump start my labor. Unfortunately for me that made my contractions practically unbearable and it didn't help that I was having tremendous back labor. I had planned for an all natural childbirth, but when I was 6 cm dialated I couldn't take it anymore and asked for an epidural. It was a lifesaver, but next time around I still plan on having a drug free childbirth.
My labor continued to progress throughout the night and into the next day. At 3 o'clock I remember my nurse telling me it was time to push. I pushed and pushed and finally at 3:28 p.m. on Tuesday, June 27th Jeremiah was born. Funny that was the day I should have been going to get an ultrasound, but I guess he had other plans. He weighed 7 lbs. 2 oz and he was 19 1/2 inches long...a little runt. Due to having group b strep and running a high fever during labor they had Jeremiah stay in the special care nursery. That was disappointing since I wanted him to room in with me during our hospital stay.
While my birth wasn't exactly what I had pictured it to be, it certainly wasn't the worst neither. However since giving birth to Jeremiah I have become much more informed. I have educated myself beyond belief on childbirth. Next time I plan on hiring a midwife and giving birth at home or at a birthing center with nothing more than me, Dan, my family, friends, and midwife. No doctors. I still want the experience of having an all natural childbirth.
On June 30th, 2006 we brought home our little man and as they say the rest is history. It is hard and tiring when you first become a parent. You try to prepare but in all actuality nobody is ready for an infant until there really is one there. There are times when you want to scream or cry and pull out all your hair, but I promise you this...being a parent is by far one of the most exciting and wonderful experiences of my life. It has its ups and downs, but it also has its perks...and through all the trials and tribulations it is most certainly rewarding.
Life will never be the same again once you become a parent...but take it from me, that is a very good thing indeed.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
The 7th Stage
In psychology and then again in Stress Management I was taught that there are seven stages of grief that one goes through. We usually experience these stages when a loved one dies, but it isn't quite as simple as that. Research suggests that we go through the stages of grief not only when someone dies, but even when we end a relationship, and parents of special needs children experience it as well.
When a parent learns that their child has a special need, something dies right then and there. Their child is alive, but their dream....that dream child dies. I have experienced these stages firsthand when I found out Jeremiah had a high functioning form of autism...
Stage One: Shock
When Jeremiah was diagnosed I was sort of shocked. I had known for awhile that Jeremiah was not your typically developing child. I had my suspisions, but I honestly believed he was just a late bloomer or had a mild speech delay. I never thought he would have a condition that would plague him for the rest of his life.
Stage Two: Denial
I even went through this stage. For a short time I thought maybe they were wrong. Surely, this couldn't be possible. Afterall, autism is more likely to occur when a family member has it...but noone in Dan or my family had it. So, there must have been kind of mistake. This stage didn't last long though...because I also knew you couldn't argue facts and science.
Stage Three: Bargaining
I thought I could talk my way out of this. Maybe if I promised to help others less fortunate, volunteer my time to the needy...then God would make Jeremiah better. I just had to be a better person and once all was forgiven Jeremiah could be normal.
Stage Four: Guilt
This is a stage that comes and goes. It never seems to go away completely. Sometimes I feel guilty because I think I must have done something wrong. Maybe I didn't hold him enough as a baby? Maybe I didn't do something right during my pregnancy...did I not eat the right foods? Then I feel guilty thinking about future children I hope to have...if they're normal...will he always be behind them? I feel guilty that he is like this...will he have friends? Will he finish school and go to college? Will he be able to have a career? Marriage? Kids of his own someday?
Stage Five: Anger
Sometimes I am just angry. I am angry at the world because the world is a tough place to hang. I get angry with God...isn't life hard enough being normal? Why did he choose my child to live life this way? I am angry when I see parents with their normal children...it's not fair. I am angry this is happening to us, to him.
Stage Six: Depression
Then there are the times you feel depressed. Sometimes I am embarassed when we're out in public and Jeremiah is stemming. And then I feel instantly sad, angry, upset with myself for feeling that way. I get depressed when I think about all the things that Jeremiah may never get to experience...when I think about the times when he may not fit in or he may be picked on for being different.
Stage Seven: Acceptance/Hope
I have reached this stage, depite the fact that once in awhile I jump back to the previous stages. I have accepted Jeremiah for who he is. I have informed myself as much as I can about autism and continue to do so. I know in my heart it is nothing I did wrong and no amount of bribing is going to make it go away. I still have hope that they will find a cure...if not for Jeremiah then for future children. I remain hopeful that Jeremiah will make friends, he will be a good student, he will become successful in whatever career path he takes, and he will get married and have children (if he wants to).
The message of this post is simply if you are going through these stages, if you are the parent of a special need child don't be ashamed. You are not alone and it is normal to grieve...and more than all else never give up hope. Always try to wake up with a smile, laugh as much as you can, love like there is no tomorrow, and always look at the glass half full.
When a parent learns that their child has a special need, something dies right then and there. Their child is alive, but their dream....that dream child dies. I have experienced these stages firsthand when I found out Jeremiah had a high functioning form of autism...
Stage One: Shock
When Jeremiah was diagnosed I was sort of shocked. I had known for awhile that Jeremiah was not your typically developing child. I had my suspisions, but I honestly believed he was just a late bloomer or had a mild speech delay. I never thought he would have a condition that would plague him for the rest of his life.
Stage Two: Denial
I even went through this stage. For a short time I thought maybe they were wrong. Surely, this couldn't be possible. Afterall, autism is more likely to occur when a family member has it...but noone in Dan or my family had it. So, there must have been kind of mistake. This stage didn't last long though...because I also knew you couldn't argue facts and science.
Stage Three: Bargaining
I thought I could talk my way out of this. Maybe if I promised to help others less fortunate, volunteer my time to the needy...then God would make Jeremiah better. I just had to be a better person and once all was forgiven Jeremiah could be normal.
Stage Four: Guilt
This is a stage that comes and goes. It never seems to go away completely. Sometimes I feel guilty because I think I must have done something wrong. Maybe I didn't hold him enough as a baby? Maybe I didn't do something right during my pregnancy...did I not eat the right foods? Then I feel guilty thinking about future children I hope to have...if they're normal...will he always be behind them? I feel guilty that he is like this...will he have friends? Will he finish school and go to college? Will he be able to have a career? Marriage? Kids of his own someday?
Stage Five: Anger
Sometimes I am just angry. I am angry at the world because the world is a tough place to hang. I get angry with God...isn't life hard enough being normal? Why did he choose my child to live life this way? I am angry when I see parents with their normal children...it's not fair. I am angry this is happening to us, to him.
Stage Six: Depression
Then there are the times you feel depressed. Sometimes I am embarassed when we're out in public and Jeremiah is stemming. And then I feel instantly sad, angry, upset with myself for feeling that way. I get depressed when I think about all the things that Jeremiah may never get to experience...when I think about the times when he may not fit in or he may be picked on for being different.
Stage Seven: Acceptance/Hope
I have reached this stage, depite the fact that once in awhile I jump back to the previous stages. I have accepted Jeremiah for who he is. I have informed myself as much as I can about autism and continue to do so. I know in my heart it is nothing I did wrong and no amount of bribing is going to make it go away. I still have hope that they will find a cure...if not for Jeremiah then for future children. I remain hopeful that Jeremiah will make friends, he will be a good student, he will become successful in whatever career path he takes, and he will get married and have children (if he wants to).
The message of this post is simply if you are going through these stages, if you are the parent of a special need child don't be ashamed. You are not alone and it is normal to grieve...and more than all else never give up hope. Always try to wake up with a smile, laugh as much as you can, love like there is no tomorrow, and always look at the glass half full.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Changes....
Hey there readers! I just wanted to tell you all about a little something.
My dad is an inspiration to me. He has always been someone I can trust and someone I can turn to. He makes me laugh, he gives wonderful advice, and I seriously feel like I was blessed with such a great man to call my dad.
My dad has been battling his weight for some time now. When he was younger he was husky, but over the years his weight has reached a very unhealthy level. Eight years ago he was diagnosed with diabetes.
You would think that after being diagnosed with diabetes he would gain control, but he struggled to maintain a healthy lifestyle. And as anyone knows who has ever struggled with their weight before, there are many contributing factors to this problem.
Just a month ago my father seen his doctor, only to discover that his blood sugar was so off the charts that he was nearly in a diabetic coma. His doctor told him if he didn't get a handle on things he may very well only have about 5 years left.
I guess something struck a cord with him and it stuck. One morning he woke up and just decided it was time for him to get serious. He realized he wanted to live life to its fullest, he wanted to see his grandson grow into a man, and he wanted to die a very old man.
It has now been only two months, but he has already lost 37 lbs! And this time he is sticking to his diet. He is learning new ways to eat healthy, how to exercise the right way, and become an overall healthier individual. And he isn't just losing weight. He is discovering a great deal about himself, both emotionally, spiritually, and mentally.
And now instead of constantly updating his facebook status several times a day to share his weight loss journey with friends and family, he has taken my advice and created a blog...not only to share with friends and family, but to share with the world.
He has inspired me and I hope he is able to inspire others as well. Because it's never too late to make changes and it is never too late to live life. Check out his blog at the link listed below...
Wayne's Weight Loss Journey
My dad is an inspiration to me. He has always been someone I can trust and someone I can turn to. He makes me laugh, he gives wonderful advice, and I seriously feel like I was blessed with such a great man to call my dad.
My dad has been battling his weight for some time now. When he was younger he was husky, but over the years his weight has reached a very unhealthy level. Eight years ago he was diagnosed with diabetes.
You would think that after being diagnosed with diabetes he would gain control, but he struggled to maintain a healthy lifestyle. And as anyone knows who has ever struggled with their weight before, there are many contributing factors to this problem.
Just a month ago my father seen his doctor, only to discover that his blood sugar was so off the charts that he was nearly in a diabetic coma. His doctor told him if he didn't get a handle on things he may very well only have about 5 years left.
I guess something struck a cord with him and it stuck. One morning he woke up and just decided it was time for him to get serious. He realized he wanted to live life to its fullest, he wanted to see his grandson grow into a man, and he wanted to die a very old man.
It has now been only two months, but he has already lost 37 lbs! And this time he is sticking to his diet. He is learning new ways to eat healthy, how to exercise the right way, and become an overall healthier individual. And he isn't just losing weight. He is discovering a great deal about himself, both emotionally, spiritually, and mentally.
And now instead of constantly updating his facebook status several times a day to share his weight loss journey with friends and family, he has taken my advice and created a blog...not only to share with friends and family, but to share with the world.
He has inspired me and I hope he is able to inspire others as well. Because it's never too late to make changes and it is never too late to live life. Check out his blog at the link listed below...
Wayne's Weight Loss Journey
The last time you....prt 2
Okay so I did this a few weeks back and it is time to do it again. It's fun so you should join in too. And like last time I did not come up with this on my own...this is the idea of one of my favorite bloggers @ http://www.confessionsfromaworkingmom.com/. She is funny and great, so you should go check her out!
When was the last time you....
Went to a concert: Oh shoot, it has been ages! The last time I went to a concert I was like 15 years old. I went with my dad, mom, my uncle, aunt, and cousin to go see the Scorpions! I know right? But honestly I really do like the Scorpions even though they were before my time. And Tesla rocked it as the opening act! It was fun, but seriously I need to go to another concert, because that's just sad. It's been almost 10 years...damn I feel old.
Vacuumed your floors: Well, lately I have been lagging to be honest. It has been about 3 days since I vacuumed...and I can tell that it needs to be done, but sometimes it is just a pain in the ass.
Went somewhere by yourself: This past Friday Jeremiah was with his grandma and grandpa which gave me a nice break for the night. I went to the library and to the grocery store all by myself and it was so pleasant. Not that Jeremiah is horrible, but it is nice to have these little moments to yourself every now and again.
Had a mani or pedi: It has been a couple months since I have had my nails done. I do not get them done very often, because honestly I can take good care of my nails and feet at home for less than half the price at a nail salon. However every couple months I like to treat myself to something nice that makes me feel fancy and ultra feminine. For some women that is a bikini wax, a new pair of shoes....for me that is a manicure and maybe a new purse. Come to think of it I think it is time to go get my nails done soon.
Got eight hours of uninterrupted sleep: Well, before I answer I just want to say to all those other mommies out there...please do not hate me. I just happened to luck out...there is a good chance that this won't happen with my next child. Jeremiah started sleeping through the night at 2 months old...all on his own. When he was 3 months old I moved him to his crib in his own room and I did have to train him with that (it took about 2 weeks), but I knew he could do it, because he was already doing it on his own. So, fortunately I have been getting sleep for basically all my life...but like I said Jeremiah is and has always been a good sleeper, but that may not happen next time around. Don't worry I will keep you posted when I have next my child and if he/she are not sleeping I am sure you all will be like "HA!" It is okay...no hard feelings.
When was the last time you....
Went to a concert: Oh shoot, it has been ages! The last time I went to a concert I was like 15 years old. I went with my dad, mom, my uncle, aunt, and cousin to go see the Scorpions! I know right? But honestly I really do like the Scorpions even though they were before my time. And Tesla rocked it as the opening act! It was fun, but seriously I need to go to another concert, because that's just sad. It's been almost 10 years...damn I feel old.
Vacuumed your floors: Well, lately I have been lagging to be honest. It has been about 3 days since I vacuumed...and I can tell that it needs to be done, but sometimes it is just a pain in the ass.
Went somewhere by yourself: This past Friday Jeremiah was with his grandma and grandpa which gave me a nice break for the night. I went to the library and to the grocery store all by myself and it was so pleasant. Not that Jeremiah is horrible, but it is nice to have these little moments to yourself every now and again.
Had a mani or pedi: It has been a couple months since I have had my nails done. I do not get them done very often, because honestly I can take good care of my nails and feet at home for less than half the price at a nail salon. However every couple months I like to treat myself to something nice that makes me feel fancy and ultra feminine. For some women that is a bikini wax, a new pair of shoes....for me that is a manicure and maybe a new purse. Come to think of it I think it is time to go get my nails done soon.
Got eight hours of uninterrupted sleep: Well, before I answer I just want to say to all those other mommies out there...please do not hate me. I just happened to luck out...there is a good chance that this won't happen with my next child. Jeremiah started sleeping through the night at 2 months old...all on his own. When he was 3 months old I moved him to his crib in his own room and I did have to train him with that (it took about 2 weeks), but I knew he could do it, because he was already doing it on his own. So, fortunately I have been getting sleep for basically all my life...but like I said Jeremiah is and has always been a good sleeper, but that may not happen next time around. Don't worry I will keep you posted when I have next my child and if he/she are not sleeping I am sure you all will be like "HA!" It is okay...no hard feelings.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Instant Knockdown...
I feel like I should be on that show Infested! Literally because sometime around the beginning of July I began to notice them. At first it was only a couple here and there...no biggie. But as the days have gotten hotter they are seriously coming out of the woodwork. I didn't know where they were coming from, but I know now and every time I go outside to smoke a cigarette I can't look up at it....and if I do my heart skips a beat and I start feeling nervous. I am looking over my shoulder, wearing light colored clothing, moving very slowly if I even move at all...the whole chabang. And why am I terrified to go out in the daylight? What is it that has me keeping myself locked away inside the house like a caged animal....WASPS!
I have never been stung by a wasp (knock on wood)...and no I am usually not a superstitious person, but this time I am not taking any chances. Back to the wasps. I have never been stung by one, but from what I have been told it is not pretty. When wasps sting they don't just sting you once, but instead they may sting you multiple times and then have a few of their buddies join in. That doesn't sound like my cup of tea.
We live in an apartment and I am telling you they do not have a clue what they're doing. I did my research (that's where I got the idea to move slowly around them and wear light colored clothing) and it said if you want to kill the wasps you need to saturate the nest thoroughly (not from far away, but not too close neither), let it sit for 24 hours and then attempt to remove the nest (by then the wasps should be dead including those that came back to it). It also clearly stated you should do this at night or early morning, because that is when the wasps are at rest so you are much less likely to be attacked.
Our maintanence crew is doing this ass backwards though. They do it in the middle of the afternoon in the sweltering heat, they are standing too far below it to even reach it and there is no way they are saturating it. And even if they are saturating it, they are not removing it....so what good are we doing here? Other than probably pissing off the wasps and thereby causing them to become more aggressive.
And Jeremiah loves going outside. He goes out on the balcony jumping around, flapping his arms all over the place...in my opinion doing everything he can to attract these damn monsters. Every time he goes outside I am watching him like a hawk and can hardly breathe. Jeremiah has never been stung by anything in his life (knock on wood) and I have no idea if he is allergic or not and of course the stings hurt and I don't want to see my poor baby in pain of any kind so long as I can help it.
But he doesn't listen...he wants to go outside and while I am praying that he isn't stung I let him out. Let's be honest I cannot keep my son locked away all summer. But I do hate these wasps....I know wasps and bees and such insects help the enviornment, but they're a little too close for comfort and that is what scares me. I want the wasps to be gone, but I am sure as hell not about to climb on the roof, find the nest, and go in for the kill myself. With my luck I would find the nest and the next thing you know I am scrambling off the roof, screaming bloody murder, and fighting my way into the apartment through the screen door, only to find out Dan locked it, and while he is taking a nap I am stung to death by wasps.
So, I have been invaded by wasps. Is it scary? Hell yeah! Am I afraid we will get stung? Uh yeah...I am scared shitless. But will I make it through the summer? Yeah I will, even though I unfortunately have to share my summer and my patio with annoying wasps. I guess I have no other choice but to tread carefully and slowly, wear light colored clothing (preferbly white), and continue praying we make it out alive.
*Good thing wasps can't read. Otherwise I would be in a world of trouble or at least I might find myself under attack...
I have never been stung by a wasp (knock on wood)...and no I am usually not a superstitious person, but this time I am not taking any chances. Back to the wasps. I have never been stung by one, but from what I have been told it is not pretty. When wasps sting they don't just sting you once, but instead they may sting you multiple times and then have a few of their buddies join in. That doesn't sound like my cup of tea.
We live in an apartment and I am telling you they do not have a clue what they're doing. I did my research (that's where I got the idea to move slowly around them and wear light colored clothing) and it said if you want to kill the wasps you need to saturate the nest thoroughly (not from far away, but not too close neither), let it sit for 24 hours and then attempt to remove the nest (by then the wasps should be dead including those that came back to it). It also clearly stated you should do this at night or early morning, because that is when the wasps are at rest so you are much less likely to be attacked.
Our maintanence crew is doing this ass backwards though. They do it in the middle of the afternoon in the sweltering heat, they are standing too far below it to even reach it and there is no way they are saturating it. And even if they are saturating it, they are not removing it....so what good are we doing here? Other than probably pissing off the wasps and thereby causing them to become more aggressive.
And Jeremiah loves going outside. He goes out on the balcony jumping around, flapping his arms all over the place...in my opinion doing everything he can to attract these damn monsters. Every time he goes outside I am watching him like a hawk and can hardly breathe. Jeremiah has never been stung by anything in his life (knock on wood) and I have no idea if he is allergic or not and of course the stings hurt and I don't want to see my poor baby in pain of any kind so long as I can help it.
But he doesn't listen...he wants to go outside and while I am praying that he isn't stung I let him out. Let's be honest I cannot keep my son locked away all summer. But I do hate these wasps....I know wasps and bees and such insects help the enviornment, but they're a little too close for comfort and that is what scares me. I want the wasps to be gone, but I am sure as hell not about to climb on the roof, find the nest, and go in for the kill myself. With my luck I would find the nest and the next thing you know I am scrambling off the roof, screaming bloody murder, and fighting my way into the apartment through the screen door, only to find out Dan locked it, and while he is taking a nap I am stung to death by wasps.
So, I have been invaded by wasps. Is it scary? Hell yeah! Am I afraid we will get stung? Uh yeah...I am scared shitless. But will I make it through the summer? Yeah I will, even though I unfortunately have to share my summer and my patio with annoying wasps. I guess I have no other choice but to tread carefully and slowly, wear light colored clothing (preferbly white), and continue praying we make it out alive.
*Good thing wasps can't read. Otherwise I would be in a world of trouble or at least I might find myself under attack...
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