By Cheryl Bac
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About this blog: I'm a wife, stay-at-home mom, home cook, marathon runner, and PhD. I recently moved to the Silicon Valley after completing my PhD in Social Psychology and becoming a mother one month apart. Before that, I ran seven marathons incl...
(More)About this blog: I'm a wife, stay-at-home mom, home cook, marathon runner, and PhD. I recently moved to the Silicon Valley after completing my PhD in Social Psychology and becoming a mother one month apart. Before that, I ran seven marathons including Chicago and Boston. Exercise is an integral part of my life. I hope to one day go back to long distance running and tackle the New York City Marathon. Right now I run after my one year old son. Although I am a stay-at-home mom, we are rarely "at home." My mom also stayed at home with my brother and me. She warned me that, although rewarding, it can be isolating. So, with her help, I learned the importance of getting out into the community and meeting other mothers. On the rare occasion when I am at home and have a hand or two free, I squeeze in time to scrapbook. As a new mom, many challenges are thrown my way. I hope my opinions, triumphs, and struggles help experienced parents reminisce, new parents cope, and parents-to-be get an honest glimpse of what the first years of motherhood can entail.
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Last week our daughter had her first ear infection. She was inconsolable. I knew something was wrong but wasn't sure exactly what the problem was until we went to the doctor.
Her ear infection was bad enough that we had to pick up medicine for her at our local pharmacy. I knew this errand would be a disaster. Our daughter was in pain and our son hadn't slept well due to his sister's cries. Not only had he just been to the doctor himself earlier that day, but I also woke him up from a much needed nap to take his sister to her doctor appointment.
When we went into the pharmacy both of my kids were unhappy. And, of course, there was a line to pick up prescriptions.
I am so grateful for the other shoppers in the store. One let me skip her in line. And I overheard another talking about how hard it must have been for my daughter to be in pain. No one gave me a mean look or said a snarky comment. Everyone seemed to be sympathetic or had walked in my shoes recently enough to know what was going on. Their kindness and sympathy was exactly what I needed to power through the rest of the day.
