This Piggy Went to the Doctor?

This little piggy went to the market. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy went to the... doctor?

(picture taken a couple hours after removing the hair)

Recently I have felt like I need to get the {insert sarcasm here} Mother Of The Year Award. {cue sob music} While trying to find balance between family and blogging, I became sick with the flu, and we all know that when a mom gets sick the whole house goes down hill fast. With dishes and laundry piling up, I just laid in bed not wanting to do anything. Jaxon would watch cartoons a lot more than usual, and I felt the guilt settling in. Guilt that I wasn't being the best mom I could be. Next, my poor baby fell out of his crib and bit through his lip. Now fast forward two days later when I go to get my son ready for the day. When I took off his socks he was sleeping in, I find the tip of his toe bright purple. I was confused at first, but quickly found a bunch of my blonde hair and a string from his sock wrapped so tightly around his toe that it sliced it and was cutting off all circulation. As I drove him to the Doctor, tears weld up in my eyes because I began to think, "how could I of not noticed earlier? When was the last time I bathed him? How long has he had these socks on?"

When I got to the Doctor's, they took me right back so they could surgically remove what was left of the hair/string. The Doctor said if I had waited another 24 - 48 hrs, the tissue in his toe could have died and left things permanently damaged. Jaxon was of course screaming as I held him down, and in between breathes he would grab my arm and kiss it as if to say, "I am sorry. Please stop hurting me now." At that moment, I felt he was asking me why? Why was I hurting him? Why don't I take better care of him? Now of course I know this is dramatic and isn't true, but as a woman I automatically start to think I am the worst. After it was all said and done I called my mom and just cried. I now was crying for more reasons then just the dumb toe. I was crying because I felt guilty. I cried because lately I have been struggling to find the balance between being a mom and wife. I cried because I was mad that I was crying, and I cried because a girl sometimes just needs a good cry. You know what I mean?


I realize there will be many more times where I feel this way and I may never find that perfect balance, but all that matters is that I try. I am going to try to be a better mom and wife and put my family first no matter what. I am going to learn to say "no" so I can say "yes" to what really matters and that is my family.