This is what is left of Little Buddy's teddy bear. He has suddenly gotten very attached to both of his teddy bears. He has a bigger one and then this one. I liked this one cause it was easier for him to carry or me to carry with Little Buddy. We got home the other night and this poor bear was laying on the rug by the couch. White stuffing was everywhere, the head was ripped off and flat from being "de-stuffed," and both eyes were chewed out of the head leaving some very eery holes in poor teddy's face where his eyes once were. This bear was a gift from Beth, my nurse/LC friend that helped me for two whole months with lactation to get breastfeeding going when Little Buddy was just born January 24th 2007. It was a very dark time in my life. He also had high bilirubin and had to have a light blanket at home. It was very scary and even the whites of his eyes were yellow. It was so sad. Then I got bad pumping advice from the LC at the pediatrician's office. My milk went way down. What a mess. Three of my goals in life (if I ever had kids) were to wait (which ended up being a stupid plan because I ended up having issues getting pregnant and carrying, another one of my brilliant ideas: planning children around my career, ugh!) then I wanted to stay home if/when I had kids and breastfeed. After taking awhile to conceive and then just barely being able to stay home because hubby got his dream job just as I conceived, phew, the breastfeeding ended up being the biggest and hardest thing. Oh, aside from having a baby as my husband graduated from the police academy and started at the pd. Ugh, what an awful, awful time. Yuck! Such stress. Then all hubby wanted to do was talk about himself. He was very detached and into his job. It was like, "Hellooooooo, we just started a family here, don't forget that we just had a baby!" After all, a job is just a job whether you are a cop, a garbage man, a doctor, etc. You will never get the days back when your children are babies. Life is much better now, but it has been a very bumpy few years here. To say that there was a LOT of adjusting to do is the understatement of our lives together. Think I now understand why many old ladies end up senile, with loads of gray hair, sags, bags, dimples, wrinkles, and talking to themselves. What a ride!
Oh, almost forgot, Grandma has agreed to try to fix Mr. Bear. I requested soft fabric eyes. Hopefully the kind of eyes that Tango does not feel inclined to chew out.
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Poor Teddy Bear, so sad. Bad Doggie! I hope Teddy is all fixed up at the Doll/Toy Hospital.
I'm glad life is much better for you all, sounds really stressful. It also reminds me of what Kevin and I went through w/adjusting kids, careers, roles, and oh, yeah, the marriage thing.
Poor Mr. Bear. And naughty dog! Oh my gosh, the first few months are the worst after having a baby. Maybe not for everyone, but it's awful for me. Also, it seems like men for the most part totally dive head first into their jobs and make that the #1 priority. I think most men have that problem. They have a natural desire to provide for and protect their families and they often put work before anything else. We talk about that ALL the time. We have a hierarchy. God first, then family, then work, etc. Obviously with this line of employment that can't always be the case. It's so much work. Marriage, children, priorities, time management. Anyway, this was a great post! It had me laughing even though you were talking about serious stuff. i think because I feel like I can relate in my own way, and I loved what you said about understanding why ladies go senile with their gray hair, sags, bags, etc. I talk about that all the time because I feel like it's going to be me!!
Ah, poor bear! We have that problem too in our house. Our Simba had teddy bears as toys and is allowed to rip them up but sometimes has trouble telling between what is his to rip and what is my teddy bear, or my slippers, or my wooden spoon off the kitchen counter. He's actually done pretty good with, this is mine, this is yours, repeat many times. Good luck.
Oh, Val! I just want to hug you! Poor bear! Stupid dog! Stupid husband and his career! Stupid people who gave you bad advice! Everything that poor bear represents. I hope he's fixable (the bear, not the husband...grin).
I'm so glad you guys have figured out things, priorities and all. Yeah, it's just a job in some respects but not one that shuts off when he walks in the door. There *has* to be a balance. And it *is* good to know that there are other LEO couples out there who aren't perfect!
Sad bear!
Yikes! LOL about senile...
Poor teddy!
Sounds like you've been on a roller coaster ride these last few years.
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