Thursday, August 31, 2017

Kicsi Lego talking up a storm

My dearest Kicsi Lego,
One day to the next you are talking up a storm. In every possible language you have heard, you are connecting the dots and your tongue rolls on speed dial. It's amazing. You are now saying phrases and simple sentences that make sense to us. I say it this way because I'm convinced you have been babbling things that made complete sense to you, just not to us. Until now!

Needless to say my all time favorite is the way you finally say "I love you"! You say: "I youuu" and if I say I love you too, you say "I youuuu toooo". Adorable!! My heart melts into a mush every time I hear you say it.
I also LOVE the way you say Mama. Although you are an all star daddy's boy (that is still a bittersweet trigger point for me), the way you say mama is the BEST in the world. First of all, you say it nonstop!!! All day long! I swear sometimes hundreds of times a day. And yet I can never get tired of it. You say it with such conviction, such emphasis, like you can see into my soul and know how quickly you can turn my entire being focused only on you every time you say "mama" "maMA" "maMMAA!" Lol

You still adore Ollie! Why am I not surprised. You might be a daddy's boy, a tough little cookie but you are sensitive. You have the biggest heart in this world. I hope and pray that you won't be afraid to show it.

I'm very tired and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow! But I'll keep writing. Always...your maMA :) I you too!


Thursday, August 10, 2017

A little turn of events for Noah - we are eating again!

My dearest Noah,

Wonderful day today! You were super cute all day, and finally after weeks of struggling, you are so well! You ate your entire plate at dinner and even asked more. It made us so happy. You have been very picky and there has been days at a time when I could have counted on one finger what you ate. It made me very sad and worries and most of all, helpless. But today changed. And even more, you brushed yourself with no fuzz. Now that is huge!! Until now you cried bloody myrder every time even though you and I both know that it doesn't hurt one bit. And when I thought things could not get better, you asked me Togo toned with you and you actually cuddled. You still wanted daddy at the end but that's okay. I feel like you showered me with love today. So...thank you. I love you so very much., it's hard to put it in words.

Olor, you are growing too rapidly. I'm. It ready to be done with the baby age...
And every day you are more and more handsome and cute. You are also super curious. Especially about everything your brother does. You follow him with your eyes everywhere and every time he goes towards you, you give him the biggest smiles. You are also very attached to me, which I love I can't lie. You are adorable!!!! Love you thru and thru!

So Kicsi Lego and Csili csalamade, you make my day everyday.

Daddy has been awesome lately too. We are so so tired (one day you guys will know when you have your own kids) that sometime later we are even too tired to want what we want. I know this makes no sense but you will know what I'm talking about one day:) being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever had to do but I'd never change any of it. Okay maybe one thing. I wish it didn't come with so much worry all the time. I think that part is the most exhausting. I can never tune out and get true mindless rest, because no matter what I worry about you guys all the time. Do you eat enough, do you eat healthy enough, do you sleep enough, do you sleep too much, do you like daycare, do you earn enough, will you get into good schools, and will you resist bad peer pressure , will we be able to give you everything you need, will you be happy, safe and healthy. And on it goes, it never ends. Most days these things are trivial or at least manageable but some days the worries can over take my mind and I just want to cry for relief. You guys (and daddy of course) are everything to me!

Mommy/Anya

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

One week of hell

One week of hell
Well...it all started 9 days ago. It's Wednesday, may 17, 2017 today. Last Sunday night, my baby Noah got the groups really bad. You had trouble breathing, so we gave the emergency steroid, put you in a steamy bathroom, then cold air to help. It was scary. On Monday I stayed home with you to make sure you are okay and promised work that I'll be in Wednesday or Friday to make up for it (I work from home on those days). Tuesday we all went to work and daycare but in the afternoon they called us to say you can open your right eye and it might be pink eye, which means no daycare for at least 24 hours. So we took you back to the doctor, where the confirmed its pink eye and you got an antibiotic ointment. My poor thing, how on earth you got pink eye on top of croup?:( I stayed home with you on Wednesday again. This was unbearable I'm not going to lie to you. We scheduled the siding people at our house for last week, thinking we won't be home much anyway - it's a lot of banging all day long 7am-7pm. But this was the third day home, and of course since daddy was outside, you wanted nothing to do with me. Just daddy daddy daddy. Eventually I took you out but then daddy said it's not a good idea because of all the nails...so what was I supposed to do. And in he meantime I was supposed to work. Anyway, i gave up by noon and decided to just play with Gu:) we had fun but I could tell something was not right with you. Sure enough by the evening you had high fever. We called the doctor and they said it probably just the croup and pink eye virus running their course, so we can just give Tylenol. By the morning your fever was 102 so we called the doctor again. I took you in but they didn't say anything wrong, so we were sent home thinking it's just a nasty virus and we need to alternate Tylenol and Motrin every 2-3 hours to keep the fever down. But it kept rising and by Friday night you were delirious from the fever. We took you to the doctor again and asked them to run every possible test. I said I don't care what they think if it, I want you to get tested. Thank god i was adement. As unlikely as it is under age 2, you got strep!!! My goodness. Strep is brutal even for an adult let alone Gu my sweet baby. It was unbearable to watch you in that much pain and fever and not know why or how we can help more. You didn't eat for three days, and mostly you just slept or tried to drink water or was loaded with meds. I hated it. I love you so much, like you are a part of me that when you hurt I hurt. I know you are daddy's boy and you only want him, but just know (one day you will with your own child) that doesn't make my love any less for you. The worry for your child is truly excruciating. 

Needless to say I didn't go to work all week. I felt horrible about as I just got back after three months of maternity leave. But there was no way I'm leaving you Nehemiah you are that sick. You might want to be with daddy only but mommy is mommy and I swear no one knows you as much as I do. That is why I knew to ask for tests. I knew it's not a virus. I just knew.

Of course Mother's Day weekend was still filled with the illness. By Saturday night Ollie developed a bad cough so we had to take him too. He has no fever so not much they can do. Monday you both went to school but we got the inevitable call in the pm that Ollie has the pink eye. So there I was rushing out of work, telling my boss I can't go in next day either. So I spent yesterday with Ollie at home. Thank goodness that you Noah feeling better although strangely you are still not yourself. You wake in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder and you have a very bad, unusually bad temper. I don't know how to jelly up. I want to but I'm lost.

Some say it's because of the week long fever and pain and illness. Some says it's because you realized Ollie is here to stay. Some say it's just the age. I don't know. I want to be there for you and help you but you do t really let me and it breaks my heart. Naturally as a mom, your mom, I am not giving up. I'll never give up. I'll always be there for you.

So here we are on day 10 of this crazy rollercoaster ride and I'm hoping we are out of the worst of it. 


Wednesday, May 3, 2017

First days back at work after Ollie

First days back at work after Ollie
I'm trying to write to you guys more on the computer or on my phone. I've been writing by hand in journals but for some strange reason I find it harder. I keep thinking what would be the best platform to write, but as I keep thinking about it, time goes by and nothing gets written. So I figured I just start writing here NOW.

I went back to work yesterday. I thought it might be easier to leave my babies behind the second time, but it's not. It's excruciating. Like someone cut my arms off. I know it will be okay, and I know you guys are okay but still. I think you Noah are used to it and even though you cry a bit when we drop you off, I think you actually like being with other kids. You Oliver are so little still. It breaks my heart separating from you, as you seem so fragile. You have been spending 24/7 with me since birth so it's been very difficult to part. I count the minutes till I can pick you up and hold you.

Tomorrow you will be 3 months old:) and you are cuter than ever. You are always smiling...and smiling in a way that lights up an entire room. I hope you never lose this contagious smile.

I just need to say how much I love both of you! Sometimes it's so much love I side, that it's hard to even breathe. I just want to scream to the entire world how much I love you guys.

Noah you had a rough half an hour before going to bed. You had fun bathing but you hate brushing your teeth. I'm sorry you don't like it or if it's uncomfortable buddy, but we do it so you don't have any problems with your teeth later. Trust me it's worth to deal with problems later than simply brushing your teeth now. And it doesn't hurt. We could actually have fun with it. I hope you realize that soon. You started to cry because I didn't let you play with medication and Daddy's phone and when you get into these anxiety cries, you have a hard time stopping. I know how you just feel because I've always been the same. As I get older I learn more and more how to manage and control my overwhelming emotions but you are too little for that and you can't speak much yet so I'm sure it's super frustrating. But listen, you need to take deep breaths when this happens. Try to snuggle with something and breathe slowly and deeply. Look at mommy or daddy and I promise the wave will pass. You are an amazing little boy and I know you can do this. And never forget that no matter what happens, no matter what life brings, we are always here for you. Right now daddy means the world to you but I'm here. I always have been and I always will be no matter what.

I have to try to sleep now, I have to get up at 5 to get ready for work and feed and dress Ollie.
I love you guys.

- Mommy/Anya



Wednesday, December 10, 2014

To My Baby...My First Thoughts

To My Baby...My First Thoughts

It's only been two weeks since I learned about you. You are barely more than the size of a lentil, earning you the name your father is so proudly using: "Kicsi Lencse". It has not been an easy couple of weeks as I'm struggling through constant morning sickness and exhaustion - a lousy, achy, nauseous feeling - I've never experienced before. Your father has been wonderful taking care of me, or I should say taking care of "Us" which just tells me that he will be a wonderful Daddy to you. Of course, like every other child that has ever met him, you are going to think he is the coolest. And he probably is:)

I have a hard time feeling so sick nonstop. No one ever told me that morning sickness isn't just in the morning. They really need to find a different name for it, unless it's an intentional mislead of anxious "wanna be moms". I am well aware that every pregnancy is different, but I still would have preferred a heads up. Everything I've read tells me that none of what I feel is uncommon or unusual as my body is making your little nest for the next 8 months. But it's not easy.

I have been going to work every day pretending that everything is normal, while I can barely drag myself through my three and a half hour commute each day, let alone trying to focus on work while feeling like I'm going to pass out. My entire body and head feels like a truck run over me and I could fall asleep any minute even while I'm standing.

Nobody knows about you yet except your Daddy and now my parents (your grandparents), which I have to say have been incredibly difficult. We have been waiting for you for a long time and we want to make sure that you don't change your mind before we tell the world. You won't change your mind, right? 

Waiting for your arrival is incredible and scary at the same time. You will change every aspect of our lives, and we have no idea what to expect. At the same time, you are already part of us and our lives in a way that is hard to describe. You determine what I eat and drink, when I sleep, how I feel, everything. I wish I could see your tiny face already. I wish I could feel your little fingers wrap around mine, so that I knew you were real. Don't get me wrong, the constant sickness is definitely confirming that you are real, but it's different.

I've decided to write about you and I as we go through this journey together. I hope you don't mind. Most likely I will also post tons of pictures of you when you arrive; while I know that there will be a day when you will demand your privacy and will want to post your own stuff online - as your Daddy says it "on the line". And that's okay, as long as you let me be your online "friend".

We will go to the doctor tomorrow morning for check up. I will write more after...  

12/10/2014

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

My Experience As An Eagle



My Eagle Experience

I have no intention to give advice, preach or tell anyone how to go about their own experience. I think that would be presumptuous. I simply felt like writing about my own experience. I might share it if I feel like it may help, motivate or guide others, but truthfully, that is not up to me anyway. It is up to them.

Being a college athlete in America is a unique experience - very different than in any other country. Being an athlete at an institution like Boston College is a privilege…an opportunity of a lifetime. Unfortunately, what I see is that not everyone appreciates it the way they should; therefore undermining not only their own experience but possibly that of others sharing it with them or following their footsteps.

I played 4 years on the women’s tennis team, graduating in 2006. During this time, I got a world-class education – for free, met amazing friends – for a lifetime, played the sport I loved - or at the very least, respected, and felt like a “star”. Not the kind that gives autographs; but rather, a “lucky star”.

See, feeling confident while being grateful is very different than feeling entitled while being arrogant. I see too many high school athletes getting into colleges, making it on the team in whatever sport they play, and acting like celebrities. They walk around like they have already put something down on the table, like they own the place, like they are better than others. And that is one of the biggest mistake they can make.

I am all for being proud to be a student athlete, and using past achievements as a source of motivation and stepping stone for future success. But I don’t care how good you are or were in high school. I don’t care how many games, tournaments or matches you won in your career. I don’t care how many colleges fought for you. I don’t care if your plan is to go on tour and I don’t care if you make it there one day. If you cannot remain true to yourself, if you cannot feel gratitude towards the sport, the fans, the institution that has given you such an opportunity and most of all if you cannot respect your teammates and your coach, you failed. It is that simple.

An athlete isn’t an athlete just because she pushes her limits, challenges herself, trains and sweats, wins or loses. An athlete is an athlete when she knows how to win respectfully, how to lose and get back up gracefully, how to support her team, how to be part of a team, how to respect herself and others, and how to be grateful.

And this is what our team knew how to do. We didn’t achieve what we achieved because of our tennis skills. We succeeded because we were a team - including Coach. It didn’t matter who was the best, and it didn’t matter who wasn’t. Just like it didn’t matter whether we thought Coach was a good coach or not. What mattered was that we were all in the same boat - together.

We shared the same experience, showed up for the same practices, lived in the same dorms, traveled to the same trips, competed against the same teams and we all took responsibility for our part. Some of us were motivators, some of us took the role of the “mother hen”, some of us were fighters, some of us were supporters or cheerleaders, some of us were leaders, and some of us were followers. It didn’t matter. We all took or fell into a role, and gave it our 100%. And this is what made us winners in the sense that I want to be a winner. To me, winning isn’t just about winning a match or being no. 1, or no. 3 or number whatever on a team that I belong to no matter what. It is about a way of life that is so much bigger and so much more sustainable than any single win on the court.

So if I can take the liberty to give any advice to any student athlete is start thinking as “We” instead of “I and always, I mean ALWAYS, give your best effort. No one can ask you to give more than that, but no one, especially not you, should ever think to expect less of you than giving your best. Only you know how to do that, and only you know when you are really giving it. It is your basic obligation to stay true to yourself.

If you can master these things – both on and off the court, you are golden. You will not only be a great athlete, but also a great person, a great friend, a great role model or inspiration, and a great protagonist of your life. Who wouldn’t want that?

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

The Meaning of Networking



Networking or working the net?

“Networking is a powerful tool.” I bet you heard this statement hundreds of times before. But have you ever given it a second thought? Have you ever taken the time to think about it and ask yourself:

A tool for what? Where can we get it? Can we buy it, order it or download it? How do we use it? Does it have an App? Does it have an instruction manual?

Well, here are my two cents:

I would like to call networking a skill rather than a tool. You can’t buy it, download it, or order it. But you can learn it, improve it and leverage it. And you know what you can do? You are going to love this one: You can customize it.

You can build your very own networking skills and ultimately your very own network. You can customize it to your needs, lifestyle and personality. How cool is that? Now, of course it doesn’t come instantly, nor it is packed in a box like when you build your very own Nike shoes online.

But oh boy, are the results worth it! The gratification is endless. Can you imagine? Something of your own that is personalized just to accommodate your desires, satisfy your needs and help achieve your very own goals! And on top of it, it’s timeless!

But the truth is it’s not an easy thing to practice effectively; at least, not for all of us. Yes, some people have natural networking skills, but many if not most of us have to learn. This jib-jab is for those in the latter category.
 
Let me give you a hint. It is not just about “working the net”. Yep, you heard it. If you want to get the real thing, the one that is customized and one of a kind, and hold endless opportunities, you must learn to put your computer, iPhone, iPad, smartphone, Facebook, Twitter, Snap-Chat, and other trendy electronic and online “tools” on hold once in a while and join the real world.   

Don’t get me wrong, those “tools” mentioned above can also serve your cause, and nowadays it is indeed a valuable part of networking. I am simply saying that solely working the net alone isn’t what will get you true friends, a helping hand when you really need it, the honest feedback that makes you reach for your goals and beyond, the job offer you really want, or the wonder of human connections we all strive for in life.     

The networking I’m talking about, the one I recommend to everyone, is about building meaningful relationships, mutually sharing your thoughts and ideas, opening up and letting people in, letting them see who you are and being open to see who they are.

This is about much more than following, linking, tagging, tweeting, liking, googling, cyber-chatting, or photo-sharing. After all, how many times did someone invite you to their house only because you “liked” their postings, or re-tweeted their tweet? Or when was the last time someone helped you out or offered you a job because you are of their 1,387 followers or because you are following one of their followers?

I bet your answer doesn’t  include “all the time” or “many” or “last week”. If you are only willing to reach out to someone through your apps, and if you can’t hold a conversation without glancing at your phone every five minutes, why would anyone bother giving you more attention? And let’s be honest. Some of you probably tweet while you are posting something on Facebook, while you are eating dinner alone or with some remaining friends who are also snap-chatting with someone who isn’t even their friends.  And on and on it goes.

I regret to inform you that these relationships of yours that take 89% of your time if not more will mean about 0.089% long term. If you are content with that, please, be my guest and keep tweeting and linking and liking. Oh, and be sure never to give undivided attention to anyone including yourself.  

But if you would like to join those of us who still give a dang, allow me to tell you how the real deal works, at least on my experience:

It is about shaking hands, looking into other people’s eyes, listening to what they really have to say, and remembering most of it. It is about following up and saying thank you, taking and giving feedback face to face, learning about one another and building a solid foundation for ongoing relationships…ones both parties can count on. But what does this all mean?

It means putting yourself out there and risking being vulnerable rather than hiding behind various apps and devices. It means opening up your mind and heart and trusting that people will “handle it with care”.

But most of all, it means responsibility. You must own up to your part of these relationships, and you must nurture them. When it’s real, when it’s standing in front of you and staring you in the face, you can’t just unlink, delete or ignore without consequences. You must practice patience, empathy, care and most of all, respect.

Again, I’m not saying ignore the online aspect of social networking. In fact, just the opposite. Social media platforms can help reconnect, reunite, reignite old connections, initiate new ones, and keeping in touch with people all over the world. Being active on these channels can certainly play for your advantage, if you do it with purpose and if it complements the face-to-face interactions. Be aware of the benefits, as well as the challenges and limitations and use them wisely. Know that they cannot replace the power of real-life interactions, connections, and relationships. And lastly, don’t ever confuse “working the net” with the power of real networking. 

More to come...

8/27/2013