Ms. Mommy Anonymous

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Mommy-ing It

Struggling with a Talkative Child in School

I have a child who is passionate about sharing his thoughts with others—a 9-year-old boy who loves to lead, imagine, play, and create. He speaks to both adults and peers the same.

And sometimes the way he communicates is intense, loud, and can even come off as rude or argumentative.

He is stubborn, wants to do things his way, and can be selfish. He internalizes his emotions when away from home, which can lead others to think he doesn’t care.

But he loves with his whole self and is extremely loyal. And all he wants is to be accepted and to be shown that he is cared for.

He is very smart—often an A student. But his mouth frequently gets him in trouble. His greatest challenge is keeping his mouth shut. So he finds himself in trouble with authority frequently. And his peers dislike his inability to keep quiet.aid3965619-728px-avoid-being-talkative-step-2

School is a challenge.

Discipline results in a loss of privileges to talk with his peers—no recess, exclusion from celebrations, sitting alone at lunch.

I do not sugar coat my child’s behavior. I know that he is not perfect, or the type of student that every teacher dreams of having in his or her classroom. In fact, most teachers would probably dread having him in their class because his talking is disruptive and off task.

Yet I, as a parent and former educator, struggle with accepting the choices that are made for my son because of his faults.

He talks too much and is constantly told to stop talking and is yelled at by his classmates to shut up. He gets sent to the office to do his work so the rest in his class can focus and he can as well.

He misses recess and is therefore prevented from talking when it is a time where he is permitted to talk.

He comes home defeated because no one likes when he talks—because he is constantly told this throughout his day.

At school, talking is his addiction. Yet no one helps him to control it. He is offered punishments when he doesn’t comply and rewards when he does. But there is no system to help manage his addiction.

As a parent, I am asked to punish him at home for his behavior in school—talking.

I try my best to show my understanding with his educators. In no way do I want to be confrontational or act in a way that alludes educators to think I am defending my son’s behavior.

He is not perfect. He has faults.

He could probably be categorized at ADD in school, but medication is not a solution I am willing to accept.

But is it wrong of me to want to scream at the top of my lungs that the people he is with for 35 hours a week need to raise him up, not bring him down?

If he doesn’t respond to material rewards, explore other options.

He is not a hopeless cause.

But if he is treated like one, he may one day shut up and no longer share anymore. And if that does happen, then the situation will take a drastic turn.

Praying for clarity, peace, love, and understanding. And most of all, help.


My Third Pregnancy: Overcoming the Challenges & Road Blocks

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My baby bump @ 31 weeks

Long before finding out I had my third baby boy on the way, I had a premonition that a third pregnancy would not be easy. I was correct. 🙂

Right off the rip I suffered from nausea—nearly all food made me want to vomit. Ham and bacon were completely off limits. Anything plain, bland, or filled with carbs was doable . . . of course.

Because I wanted to pack on the pounds, ha! 😉 

Everything else made me want plug my nose, close my eyes, and curl up in a ball on my bed. Especially the smell of urine.

Then, at about 11 weeks, I was hit with a cold virus and I could not stop coughing, for weeks. At the start, I developed a fever that lasted 7 days, and I was told to take Tylenol to keep it down. (And this was a complete mind crunch for me because of all the negatives plastered about on the Internet regarding Tylenol and pregnancy. With each pill popped I felt like the world’s worst mother.)

Finally, after a week of Tylenol and endless fits of coughing, my Dr. put me on a 10-day antibiotic. Again, not recommended unless absolutely necessary when pregnant. It was a lose-lose situation. So I caved and took the meds.

Next, my 20 week sono showed a discrepancy in my baby boy’s heart. Of course, memories of my decision to take Tylenol for seven days, and then 10 days of antibiotics, came back to slap me in the face. I questioned whether or not this discrepancy was my doing. 

I learned that one of my baby’s heart valves was measuring shorter than the others. Because of this I was subjected to a 45 min. fetal echo cardiogram.

Not fun.

Thankfully, all turned out normal. However the worrying simply sucked.

A few weeks later I had a dermatology appointment and had two questionable moles removed. Instead of receiving the paper in the mail, I received the dreaded phone call. Thankfully, one of the moles was completely fine. The other, however, was atypical and will need to be looked at again in 3 months. But other than that, all was good.

And then finally, at 28 weeks, I took the Glucose Intolerance Test. Of course I failed. 🙂 So I was subjected to the 3-hour test—a test where fasting is required.

Again, I passed. However, the test itself was pure torture. I have low blood pressure, so not being able to eat for 12 hours made it all the worse. About an hour and a half into the test I started to get lightheaded, my heart started to race, and my hearing went wonky. I had to lie down—on the floor in the waiting room—in order for the dizzy spell to pass. Had I not, my body would have met the ground anyways.

The best part: not one person came over to me to ask if I was OK. Either people just don’t care enough about others or no one saw the pregnant lady on the ground. 🙂 Part of me is glad no one came over. I probably would have shooed them away anyways!

After that, my blood was taken for the second time (your blood is taken 4 times during the 3-hour test) and I then decided camp out on the floor of the bathroom for next 45 minutes because my body was still shaky.

That was a low point. When I got home, I changed my clothes and tossed the bathroom-floor germ infested ones into the washer. 

I did make it through the test, but felt like crap for the rest of the day. It seriously drains your body of all energy.

The next day I felt great, however.

Presently I am 32 1/2 weeks. I’m measuring at 34 weeks … go figure. But all is good. My little man is very mobile (as seen in video below!) and my family and I are anxiously awaiting his arrive on July 25th (unless he decides to join us sooner 😉 )

If you’re pregnant, how has your pregnancy gone? I would love to hear about your experiences! Feel free to share in the comments!



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