Finn will be turning 4 on Monday! When we got in the accident he was still in his crib. Putting him in a toddler bed is something we planned to do over the Christmas break. Colum and Finn shared a small bedroom, but it worked. I would put them both in their cribs during nap time in the afternoon (Finn never climbed out of his crib) and they would jump, laugh, and play secret games with each other for hours until usually Colum fell asleep. Finn stopped napping completely at way too young of an age. Most of Colum's clothes are still hanging up in their closet and his pants are still in his drawer. A few months ago I took the sheets and blankets off of Colum's mattress and put them in a tupperware bin to preserve his sweet, little smell that I sometimes get a whiff of when I walk into their room. His last bottle is still lying on the bare mattress in their room and has his dirty finger prints beautifully painted by his sticky hands during his last nap there.
While we were in the hospital Finn slept at his Aunt Bobbi and Uncle Kevin's house (thank you). They made Finn his very own room and he's been in a toddler bed ever since then. My friend JaNae is giving us her boys' old bunk beds and even driving down to set them up for us tomorrow (amazing friend I know, thank you JaNae). Ryan and I always talked about getting them bunk beds as soon as we found out Colum was a boy in utero. Finn would be on top since he was the oldest and Colum would be on the bottom. They would secretly stay up late and talk or play games when they were supposed to be asleep. Just as they had in their cribs. I try and talk to Finn about how they used to always do that trying to somehow engrave that favorite memory of mine into his mind. I remember that time of day so well. It was my break, although I usually worked, it was my time. Colum would get that sneaky grin on his face as I handed him his bottle and put the softest blanket I could find on top of him and another along the side of his face. He couldn't hide how he also looked forward to that time of day as well, the games they played, I never saw them but he made Finn laugh. They would both laugh and laugh, lots of jumping, but Colum would do something that I will never know that made Finn laugh harder than anything. They used to play all day long. They were Brothers and they truly were the best of friends.
For a moment, I didn't know if my heart could handle bunk beds. But it's not about my heart, it's about a little boy who is turning 4. And what 4 year old doesn't want bunk beds? We may have to take down Colum's crib, and I bought bins today to put his clothes and some of his old toys in. Hopefully this is the beginning of a new horizon for us. I really hope I can manage to get through the emotional turmoil of dejunking and all the memories that will follow. Memories are welcome and they are a strange combination of joy and pain. Most happiness comes with a sting.
I go to the Dr tomorrow. I'm excited to discuss how we are going to get my body working again. I hope that it starts soon. I'm taking a lot of suggestions into consideration. Particularly a gluten-free diet. It's the only thing I haven't tried :). I'm doing my research and I think it may be the ticket. Thank you for all your helpful comments. And for everybody with Hashimotos &/or PCOS I will keep you posted.