A Night Out in Emerald

shirt, Ann Taylor (similar here)  |  pants, JBrand  |  pashmina, old (similar here)  |  shoes, Nine West  |  clutch, Tahari via Marshalls (similar here)  |  sunnies, Prada  |  necklace, Yuni Kelley designs c/o  |  watch, Michael Kors

snaps  |  Losphoto

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We had a busy weekend!  Recently we had some heirloom furniture delivered from our Mimi's house.  It made our house... a little chaotic.  Now the house is put together and back to normal with a lot of hard work.  Saturday night we went to dinner with family for a birthday celebration.  I'm diggin' my floral pumps lately (last seen here).  I hope you had a wonderful weekend!  

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Mama Said Monday

Be your child or children's advocate!  When the nuggets were born, they were perfect little angels for the first 4 weeks.  They slept, ate, pooped, slept, ate... you get the drift.  At five weeks?  They turned into screaming, crying, parents going crazy babies.  I mean, I can't even tell you the craziness in our house.  My mother, who was with us us the first three weeks, had left to vote and I BEGGED her every day to come back.  We were in over our heads and barely treading water.  The night she came back, she found me at 3 am in our bathroom, with the vent running full blast, rocking Jack.  She came in and exclaimed, "what happened to them?"

Well, she actually knew, because she had experienced it too with my sister and I... reflux.  I felt awful that my babies had inherited my stomach (as a baby, I'm fine now).  Everyone gets confused, colic, the bewitching hour, etc, blah, blah, blah.  But I'm telling you, you would know the difference.  It's really hard to explain to people unless you've experienced how awful it is.  Awful for you AND the baby.  Our babies, were not soft cuddly little nuggets.  They were screaming (not crying), stiff as boards, never relaxed babies.  One night, when Ella had been screaming for four hours I had HAD it.  I called the pediatrician to get some help and he said to me (I remember clear as day), "Oh that's what babies do, they cry..."  I wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him.  This is NOT what babies do.  It took 3 months and countless doctor visits for anyone to listen to us.  

Finally when my MIL hired a Douala for us, we found our angel.  She listened, treated us and our children with respect, and found us a pediatrician who helped us.  To this day, I love our pediatrician.  He will come in, sit on the floor and really talk to us.  He asks us about our children in all aspects; health, eating habits, personality, how they are raised (daycare vs home).  Hevcares and he tells us we're doing a good job (which you don't hear often as a parent). 

This is a long Mama Said Monday, but I wanted to share it.  It was an extremely difficult time for my husband and I.  A time I feel a little sad about because we didn't really get to enjoy our babies.  Having two at a time, both incredibly sick, was a whirlwind.  We don't plan on having any more, so we sort of "missed out".  I'm writing this for anyone who might be going through this, now or in the future.  BE your child's advocate.  You are their parent, you know them better than anyone, love them more than anyone, so do anything for them.

Happy Monday!