Saturday, September 29, 2012

Birthday Blues/Birthday Revelations

Today is my birthday. It's kind of a big one. I'm a little depressed. My poor baby has been super sick all week with a nightmare virus he contracted at Mommy and Me class. All thirteen babies in class got it from one sick baby. Poor guy had blisters all over his body and face, even in his throat and mouth. He wouldn't eat anything for three days. Our week has consisted of nursing and cuddling dosed with baby Advil. Poor mama Marika has had no sleep all week. People have been posting on my FB wall that they hope I'm getting spoiled today. I got three hours of sleep last night and Xander was up for the day at 5am. I've never been one to thrive with a severe lack of sleep.

Kyri is at his twenty year college reunion at the Air Force Academy in Colorado and my parents are on safari in Africa (both went with my blessing to miss my birthday). My brother is scared to drive to my side of town since it's Carmageddon part II. I can't have play dates with mama friends or go to the park in fear Xander may still be contagious. He was up all night again last night so we spent my birthday morning at the pediatrician having him checked out. So, it's my poor sick baby and me today. Happy birthday to me. Thankfully tonight I'll be celebrating with a fabulous girls night out at the 80's concert at the Hollywood Bowl. Cant' wait!!

I always knew being a mother meant putting everyone else's needs before your own as I have witnessed my inspirational mother do so for my entire life. I have happily put Xander's needs before mine for the past thirteen months but today somehow truly solidifies this for me. And the fact of the matter is that nursing Xander and being his Mommy is the best birthday present I could ever ask for. He makes me happier than I've ever been before. Even severe lack of sleep can't change that.

I hate to admit the age that today brings, since no one including myself can actually believe it by looking at me. I still have a youthful glow. I've taken care of myself. I have great genes. We can call it whatever we want, the fact of the matter is I look (and seem!) younger I am. :) But that doesn't change the fact that I'm now forty. Strange number. Is it mid-life? Hopefully not. My grandmother is ninety three after all. It seems as though I should somehow feel old, yet I don't. My father died when he was forty-five. I was twelve. I know this has a lot to do with the fact that turning forty is difficult for me. In my father's world I'd be gone in five years. Impossible to imagine. I've spent my life with that number burned in my head. Forty-Five. He died when he was only forty-five. Far too young, obviously. Especially with two young children. We were all too young and not ready for his departure. Hardest time of my life.

Turning forty is therefore embedded in a multitude of layers of emotion for me. It makes me thrilled to be a mama to Xander, whom I consider to be the most amazing gift of my life. But it also makes yearn to be thirty five instead of forty with my one year old baby. To have a few years back would be so nice. My biggest regret is not having had babies earlier. It wasn't because I didn't want to. I lost four prime baby-making years to two neck surgeries, one spinal fusion and twenty seven procedures under anesthesia after a horseback-riding fall. It was a dark and difficult time in my life and it attests to my inner strength that I got through all the intense pain and depression and then got pregnant.

At the end of the day, we are where we are. I could wish I was thirty-five again. I could also wish I was a size zero again. We could all wish a lot of things. But here is where I'm supposed to be and I will therefore embrace it. I will embrace that though I'm forty everyone says I don't look a day over thirty. I will embrace that I have a beautiful baby and an amazing husband who loves me. I will embrace that though I lost my father at such a tender young age I am extraordinarily close with my amazing mother. I will embrace that I have a beautiful, blessed life. I know that God is up there watching down upon me smiling, saying that five years in the grand scheme of things is really nothing and that when I'm ninety five years old and have two or three grown children and four of five grandchildren I'll laugh about feeling melancholy at turning forty! I also know that my Daddy is up there watching down on me wishing me a very happy birthday, telling me I have the most perfect son in the world and how it's not a coincidence that Xander got his mesmerizingly gorgeous and very unique green/blue eyes. Looking lovingly into Xander's eyes is a gift I cherish every day.

Yes, happy birthday mama. It's not all about me any more and that's exactly how it should be. It's about my child, my family and making others happy. It's about my baby who makes me the happiest I've ever been just by smiling, laughing, nursing and playing. It's about looking forward to the glorious spa getaway weekend where Kyri, Xander and I are going to celebrate my birthday in a few weeks. It's about being able to occasionally sneak in a little time for myself to write and paint and to know that I'm not old but rather that the best part of my life has just begun.

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  1. Marika! This is so beautiful. So honest. You are so beautiful and honest. You have embraced motherhood with ferocity, and you make it look so easy, as you tend to do with most everything you do. You have been through a lot and you have perservered gracefully with nary a wrinkle to show. This is true. You are so light and so strong at the same time. I love that about you. I can only imagine how proud your father is of you. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. I realize now you'd said Saturday, but I was thinking your birthday was tomorrow for some reason until I logged onto FB and saw this. How cool that you are turning 40 on the harvest moon tonight! This is a beautiful snapshot of you in your life right now, and you are right to see it that way, though I know birthdays are never easy for some reason, and this one sounds particularly challenging. But look at you, taking it all in stride, as you do. Because you are right, you are blessed. You really are. - with Kyri and Xander and your mom and your brother and all your friends and extended family and Nancy and Reagan. You are truly blessed. Bask in this you-time tonight. Well, you and Xander and full-moon time. Seriously: your 40th birthday writing at home nursing your baby to health on the full harvest moon. And you still have a spa day to look forward to? It has a certain ring to it. If only X weren't sick..... I'm calling you tomorrow. Praying that Xander konks out and lets you sleep. Love you~

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    1. Courtney, you are SO amazing and sweet to write this. I appreciate your comments, support and love more than you know. You are such a great friend and AMAZING MAMA!!! Love you too and love our friendship. You are an inspiration! xoxoxo

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  2. This is Courtney, by the way. Once I experimented with doing a blog as Lyonmom (Emilio's middle name) before I had Lyla. I changed the blog server but now whenever I comment on someone's blogspot site, I have to be this lyonmom. Rawrr.

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  3. This is such a beautifully honest and true blog post! I agree with you on the aspects of being a mom! I'm such a wreck at the thought of something happening to one of my children. Btw, happy birthday! I would never have guessed you turned 40! You look amazing! Don't worry about the past just live everyday to the fullest that God gives you. I'm sorry that you didn't have more time with your father but I'm sure you are being watched over! Take care of sweet Xander and I hope he is better soon! Enjoy your spa trip! I'm looking forward to my first post pregnancy spa day!

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    1. Thank you so much!! You are so thoughtful and sweet and I truly appreciate your comments. You will LOVE your first post pregnancy spa day. We had an amazing time!!! xoxo

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  4. I love reading your blogs. I wish you'd blog more!!!!!

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    1. Thank you for inspiring me. I really need to blog more!! I NEED to make the time. It's so hard, there's always so much to do it's crazy! I promise I'll try. :) xoxo

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  5. When you have a child, it is inevitable to feel that the world revolves around him or her. The love for your child is greater than the love for oneself. As a parent, it is natural that you make sacrifices for your child just to see him happy and comfortable. That is why being at the pediatrician on the morning of your birthday is a sign of how much you love your baby =)

    Chalice Lindgren

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