22. She threw me the most awesome baby shower EVER.
Monday, September 27, 2010
22. She threw me the most awesome baby shower EVER.
Friday, September 24, 2010
*I had pictures but my blog is being finicky...boo!
During the first few weeks after P was born, I dreaded nighttime. Big time. During the day, I seemed to keep it together but once night time came, I was a mess.
P was a good sleeper from the get-go. He just liked his sleep, takes after mom and dad, I suppose. The problem was, is that he would spend most of the DAY sleeping and then at night, he was wide awake. I know having your days and nights mixed up is pretty common for babies but it really is tough. I never listened to anyone and go in the habit of "napping while he was napping" so unfortunately, come night time...I was tired and ready for bed. P on the other hand had been sleeping all
day and was ready to party! (party = stare at nothing while his parents acted a fool)
The swing was our saving grace throughout the first few weeks. Heck we still use it now for naptime but that is another post for another day. P LOVES the swing. We would get him fed, changed, burped, and calmed down and then we would "swing it out". Good times. Anyways, during all this, for some reason, the nights would make me very lonely and depressed. Waking up in the middle of the night. Sitting in a dark house with a crying baby, trying to figure out how to console him was tough. Very tough. As he got older, things did get easier and as I figured out how to comfort him, that depression slowly faded away. A week or so before I started back to work, Hubby and I decided to try and get P into a bedtime routine. Nothing concrete, just paving the way for a consistent schedule. Feeding times were still up in the air, but we knew if nothing else, we could give him a bath at somewhat the same time every evening and just go from there.
This started our nightly routine and is now my absolute favorite time of the day. We call it our BBB.
We start with a bath..
Then "supper". Interrupt that 'B' how you will...
I rock P until he is falling asleep and then into the crib he goes. When he is full and happy and just lays on my shoulder, I can't imagine being anywhere else. I often use this time to pray and count my blessings and just relish in the time that I can spend with him when he is willing and able to just lay and snuggle-bug on me because I know, especially with a little boy, those times won't be around for forever.
Monday, September 20, 2010
BUT...CHECK ME OUT!!
I am parent of the week on Avant Garde Parenting!
Ummm...what?! I know...I'm excited too! My bestie Jamie runs that blog. If you arent reading it...you should, she is way smart and gives a lot of good tips and advice about being an awesome parent!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
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Friday, September 10, 2010
Today is my good friend Jenilee's birthday! YAY! Jenilee and I met 7 years ago...geeze...I can't believe it has been that long. Her and her boyfriend at the time, Scuba Steve, had just moved to Texas for Steve's job as a DJ for The Liz Wilde Show. My Hubby (well of course he wasn't my Hubby at the time...we actually didn't even know each other) was getting his demo together, had given away his cat, had started packing his things, and was ready to hit the road to find a radio job outside the DFW area. He happened to bump into to Steve and Mick (another guy from The Liz Wilde Show) and I'm sure it was more involved but ultimately they offered him a job! (little did I know I would meet him a few months later)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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Thursday, September 2, 2010
So I make Hubby 2 sandwiches every morning, peanut butter & jelly for breakfast and turkey for lunch....we are exciting, I know. Well the past few mornings, after I'm done I have looked around and realized that the silverware drawer is still open, dishwasher is partially cracked, cabinets where the baggies live is still open, pantry is open...the list goes on and on! What is my deal?! I need to work on this before it becomes a habit and frankly I need P to be on my side when it comes to making the bed.
There is one thing I know I will never compromise on though, and that is the toilet seat lid. I apologize for all of you who leave yours up but that is f-ing disgusting. So this might be just as weird as my being grossed out by getting my feet wet thing (for another post entirely)...but it TOTALLY, ABSOLUTELY, 100% grosses me out when I go into a bathroom and the lid is up. I don't know why, I mean I have to lift it anyways to actually use it...but something about walking in and immediately staring into the abyss that is your personal poop palace just makes me queasy. Oh also...black toilets...I mean ew, just ew.
So I have talked about the bathroom two days in a row...it is just a coincidence, I promise it wont become a habit.
I will leave you with this because I know it will make your day, just like it did mine!
*So I almost just published this post without spell checking...EEK...y'all would have be embarrassed for me...I am pretty much at a 3rd grade spelling level.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
If you weren't someone who talked about or even thought about poop before...once you have kids...you will be. P had some poop issues the past few weeks. He would be embarassed for me to be telling everyone but it went from "normal" breastfeed poop (or at least what all the books tell you it looks like) which is pretty much like seedy mustard to green. Shit you not (pun very much intended). Green. And all shades of green. Forest green. Lime green. Yellowish green. I even saw what I believe to be mint green the other day. I pretty much had to bust out my 64 pack of Crayolas to compare colors.
While it was entertaining to say the least...it still, as a new mom, caused me some concern. We brought it up at our 2 month visit and the doc didnt seem to be alarmed so I just rolled with it but of course still googled it, checked in all my baby books, and still sent three emails to friends and texted two people to ask their thoughts and opinions. The explanations were all over the map. Everything from eating to much vegetables to a bacterial infection. Awesome.
I decided to just roll with it and we would see how things progressed until my first day back to work, Grammy texted me that there was blood and mucus in his diaper. WHAT?! Seriously?! My first day back to work and there is blood. Are you freaking kidding me?! So what does any normal person do...I made her take a picture and email it to me. It wasnt a lot but still, blood is blood and every baby book you read says blood is a red flag. I immediately called the doc and spoke with a nurse who said that one diaper with blood isnt too much concern but if the frequency of diapers and amount of blood increases, then I need to call back. Oooookay.
Well I was still worried so I called again and made an appointment for P. Hubby took him to get checked out, with dirty diaper in tow (they told us to bring a poopy one...delicious!). The doc checked for any tears or reasons for the bleeding but couldnt find anything therefore, the reason for the blood and mucus could be a possible dairy allergy therefore...I have to cut out all dairy from my diet. WHAT?! Seriously?! No cheese. No milk. No ice cream. No nothing. Boo! I have been avoiding milk anyways because I have heard that it can cause issues but no cheese...is that even possible?! When Hubby told me I immediately crawled under my desk and wept. But then I pulled myself together, splashed some water on my face and told myself to quit being so selfish. I did ask Hubby (just for curiosity sake) what if I didnt cut it out and he said matter of factly..."formula". And not that there is anything wrong with that but we are cheap people and therefore we are going to try and stay on the boob juice for as long as possible.
So why is our son's poop green you may be asking yourself (or maybe not if you are normal and/or dont have kids) and the doc said that I am not drinking enough water. Awesome. So its pretty much all my fault. No guilt there or anything.
What is the moral of this story? No more dairy for me and lots and lots of water and therefore potty breaks if we want to continue to breast feed. I guess I can handle that...I mean it is for the health and well being of our child so I should probably get on board!