Oh, The Insanity!

As some of you know, if you read my blog-haha, I have started with Stella & Dot a few weeks ago. I am so excited about it and had to share a couple pictures of my display I set up. I was pretty proud of it. So, since starting that, I have neglected my blog a little lately. I feel like a crazy person running around, trying to get everything in order. Davis is cutting four teeth right now, and his separation anxiety has not gotten better, only worse! I am so overwhelmed, I feel like I can't breath! If I stand up in the same room he is in, all chaos breaks loose! It's awful! Just yesterday, I stood up while in the same room as him, and he went ballistic. He threw himself into a screaming fit to where he couldn't breath. I know most of you are thinking it's just a phase. Or it will pass soon, to not worry about it too much. How can I not? My everyday life is consumed with deafening screams to the earlobe! This doesn't feel like a phase, more like a very bad punishment. I think Michael is starting to believe me when I've told him lately I want no more kids! Yes, of course I will change my mind, but NO time soon. And I mean no time soon!

So needless to say, I feel like a nut lately! I signed up to do the 31 day blog challenge, and don't even know what day I left off on! Deep breath in. In with the good, out with the bad! I love when I get comments like, don't worry, this is just a phase until the next one starts. You'll never be alone. Kick me while I'm down, people!

My Stella & Dot parties are going full force, and so I am extremely excited about that! It's giving me a much needed break right now. Red bulls may be included next time for some much needed, more energy!! I am having so much fun, and it feels so good to be a part of this company. I am excited about the months to come, and my upcoming opportunities!!

Look at my too cute cookies I had made!! They were such a hit!

My sponsor, Dana. She is such a tremendous help and great leader! I have already learned so much from her!

ONE of my favorite necklaces!

My goody table. Cookies, snacks, mimosas, and vino. Of course, vino!

My display!! I LOVE this job! What girl doesn't want to wear fabulous jewelry everyday!?

Change Isn't Always Good

It's that time again. Growth spurt time. I swear, a few days last week I was just ready to throw in the white towel and crawl in a hole. When Davis goes through a growth spurt, he goes through a growth spurt. To top it off, he was also experiencing separation anxiety with allergies to boot. It was fun times in our household. But wouldn't you know, but the time daddy gets home, he is a sweet angel. Michael with the look on his face like, 'whatever do you mean, Jessica? Not this precious baby!' Blah!

Davis is no fun to be around when it's growth spurt time. I am just glad that these don't happen often, because we would really try and find a way to have his room soundproof. (Can we still do that anyway?!?) He screams, and cries, and whines, and moans. And SCREAMS!!! Lord have mercy. Did I mention that he screams? I fed him an ounce more than normal and I probably would have fed him more than that, but that is all the bottle would squeeze in there. What in the world will we do when this child is a teenager? I think he'll be eating for family of five on his own, I'm sure. Feeding him a little more seemed to help some...for a few minutes, at least. I just feel so helpless and hate that there is nothing I can do to help him. I know he is in pain and I hate it for him. It breaks my heart when he gets like that. Along with me wanting to rip my hair out and scream right with him.

Along with his growth spurt, he was going through separation anxiety. I know not every child experiences this, but apparently I am just so blessed to have Davis go through it. Gee, is it just fun stuff, or what? I seriously couldn't leave the room for five seconds without him freaking out. It even disrupted his sleep, something I always brag to my family about. He woke up a few times screaming in terror and sounded so scared. I went in to his room and held him for a bit, trying to let him know that everything was okay. I'm here...I haven't left. Although the thought crossed my mind. He actually was okay. I spoke too soon. He's not okay. After I couldn't do anymore, I actually had to go sit in the garage in the car. This is as sound proof as it's going to get. I sat in there on the phone with my best friend, crying in tears that I wish there was something I could do. Now she doesn't even have children yet, and she managed to calm me down. She had to remind me that growth spurts can be so painful as she remembers having some when she was little. Her mom having to rub her legs while she would be crying at night. This actually made me feel better and I calmed down. I know there is nothing I can do, except give him more love and attention. I think it may be just as painful for me as it is for him.

Today is a new day and I think he is doing a lot better. We were away from him for one night this past weekend, and I swear the boy grew! He looks so much bigger to us now. He seems like he is much better spirits and to be feeling much better. Has anyone experienced the exciting separation anxiety? I felt like we went back in time and he had colic all over again. Fun stuff!