Hey, Honey, How Was Your Day?

Hey!  Oh, so glad you’re home!  It’s been a crazy long day!  I need an adult to talk to! 

Oh yea?

Yea!  E got up right after you left, around 6:30.  Massive poopy!  HUGE!  So gross!  Had to put her jammies in the wash because her diaper leaked from the amount of pee!  That girl really can pee!

She sure can!

So then we just played for a little bit upstairs.  Read her ladybug book about 20 times.  She knows all the animals in the book.  Ten of them!  Pretty smart cookie we have on our hands!

*Buzzzz — Husband picks up phone to play game*

Okay, so then we went downstairs to eat…

mmm

She had yogurt, grits, and cheerios.  I always like the days when she will eat what I give her in the morning!  At least I know we have one meal of the day she won’t fight!  She drank an entire cup of milk before she was done too.

….*still playing game*

Then I set her in the living room with her toys and watched her play while I did the dishes.

*Buzz.*

Anyway, she knows how to put all of the animal pieces into her toy to make the music go off!  Knows which goes in front and which goes in back!  She used to get so frustrated just a couple days ago, but now she’s mastered it.  She enjoys the pig the most.

After I was done with the dishes we played and watched Daniel Tiger and Sesame Street.  She absolutely LOVES Daniel Tiger more and more everyday.  Says “tiger!” as soon as she sees him!  It is so cute!  And of course she goes absolutely mad when Elmo comes on.  She holds him and watches and dances with him.  Adorable.

She’s a cutie!

She sure is!  Then we did lunch, which was a fight for sure!  Tried chicken nuggets, of course she wanted nothing to do with them.  Tried bananas, wasn’t having those either.  I ended up going with cheese, yogurt melts, and puff ems.  Not great, but at least I got something in her.  It’s tough to have a picky eater!  I mean, what are we going to feed her tonight?

Dunno.  What do you think?

No clue.  Probably a tub of Gerber something.  At least she’s letting me spoon feed her stuff again.  Those at least have some other fruits in them!  She’s going to turn into a banana if she keeps eating them like she normally does.  Except for today, of course.

Banana baby! *buzz*

*sigh – growl*  SO then she slept for about an hour and 15 minutes.  Not too long, but at least I got a shower and was able to fold a little laundry.

….

Then we played, had a snack, and blew bubbles on the porch.  Thought about going for a walk but it was really hot outside.  We could barely stay out on the porch to blow bubbles.  She crawled right to the door to let me know she was ready to go in.  Such a big girl.  Knows what she wants!

She sure does!

So, how was your day?

Fine. *buzz*

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Like/Dislike

This might be the first of many posts with a like/dislike listing system.  I have a lot of time to think about things I like as a mommy/wife/human, while I am reading the same book to E for the 105th time in an hour.  So, here I go…

 

I like this thing…

Aquatopia (your knees are messed up already from crawling around on the floor all day) bath mat kneeler
Aquatopia your knees are messed up already from crawling around on the floor all day bath mat kneeler

This bath mat has seriously saved my life.  Okay, so, I recently realized how important knees are.  I know, you assume they are important because of the walking and kicking and stuff, but you don’t really and truly understand how important they are until one of them isn’t working properly.  Since I have had a knee injury for the past three weeks, there is no way I would have been able to do bath time without this thing.  I guess I could have folded up a towel and put it under my knee, but this is better.  Get one.

 

I dislike diapers.

Yes, that’s right, I’m mad at diapers.  All diapers.  Disposable, cloth, overnight, I don’t care, you all suck lately.  Well, okay, the Target diapers aren’t so bad, but the cloth and the overnight diapers are not my friends right now.  Why do you keep leaking??  We were doing so well, cloth.  I’d put you on her while she took a nap and it would save me 1-2 diapers a day.  That could be up to 14 diapers a week!  If you multiply that by 52 weeks, you get a number.  Now, every time I put one of you on her, you leak.  And I’m not sure if you’ve teamed up with the overnight diapers to ruin my entire world, but those are leaking every night too!  What the hell, guys.  I thought we had a deal?  I pay money for you, and you do your damn job!  No more leaks, this is your final warning.  Don’t make me buy more of you and suffer through it because there is no other alternative!  I’ll do it!!

 

I like splitting mac and cheese.

Emmy loves mac and cheese.  The old fashioned Kraft kind, which happens to be mommy’s favorite.  We eat it at least once a week, and I get to blame eating it on her.  “I didn’t have time to make anything else after I made hers!”  Ah, it’s brilliant!  I get to eat like I’m five again (or a college student).  I wonder what I’ll do when she’s too old or too cool for mac and cheese?  I guess I’ll have to own up to loving it like an adult.  Until then….

 

I love this thing…

Mommy's Special Helper
Mommy’s Special Helper

Some mommies out there may know this as an “idiot box,” as it has come to the attention of the world that TV’s make children stupid.  I know quite a few of you types of mommies, and I just want to say that I don’t judge you one bit.  The world is a strange place with the ability to Google and hear every single persons opinion on every single thing on the planet.  It’s exhausting, and if the world says no TV until three, well then by God that is what you will do.  After all, you’d hate for your child to turn out as horribly stupid as you.  You watched way too much TV as a child, and now look at you, barely able to function in life without driving your car off a cliff, or set the house on fire, or forgetting to feed the dog for two weeks.  Wait…

This magic box lets me do a few things (every now and then, since E is only interested if someone is singing or dancing).  It let’s me do dishes, go pee, let the dogs out, and, on occasion, eat food.  If I could give this thing a hug, or a back rub, or a glass of wine, I’d do it.  Gladly.  Sesame street, and for some reason Ellen, help mommy get things done.  Bonus points for E because mommy also loves Ellen.  More bonus points because Ellen does not feature Elmo.

 

I Live In A Fog of Exhaustion…

This is what I told my husband last night, after he said he wasn’t surprised with how many injuries I’ve had lately since, as he said, “you are always exhausted”.  He’s right, although I hate to admit complete defeat when I only have one small child, and some of your out there have three, four, five…. (I honestly don’t know how you do it.  Do you have back-up batteries implanted somewhere?)  I have to just come out and own up to the fact that I am run down.  Constantly tired, constantly aching, and constantly longing to spend more than three minutes at a time sitting on the couch.  I mean, I really want to sit on the couch and have no responsibilities.  A lot.  I find myself staring at the couch, longing to sit on it and rest my aching butt.  My butt, which is constantly grinding it’s protruding bones into the hardwood floors for ten hours a day.  My back aches from picking up a 20 something pound toddler all day, or leaning over to hold her hands as she walks.  My knee, which I pulled something in two weeks ago is still swollen, and on occasion will give out and cause a searing amount of pain.  It also hurts at night while I try to sleep, unless I dose myself with Aleve before bed.  My foot, which I injured over two months ago, still hurts, especially in the morning after it’s been resting all night.  I’ve never had injuries for this long.  I usually heal quite quickly, but my body just doesn’t have it in it anymore, and I know it’s only going to get worse as she is more on the move.

So what’s the solution?  Is there a solution?  Do I continue to suffer through it, pop pills, and ice my aching parts as often as possible, or do I call in backup, even though it makes me feel like a total waste of a mommy.  My in-laws live nearby now, and they love watching E, but it always makes me feel guilty when I need their help because they never had help when they were raising their boys.  If they had had help would they have used it?  I guarantee it!  But they didn’t have that helped, and they survived.  So why can’t I?

I need to heal.  I need to feel confident walking up and down stairs while holding my daughter.  I need to not have to take Aleve every night.  (I hate taking drugs if I can possibly help it).  I need to eat better, and start taking a vitamin again (maybe that will help combat a bit of the exhaustion).  I need to keep working on things for my Etsy shop (and upcoming craft festival).  I need to vacuum, and wash dishes, and do laundry, and dust, and get E out of the house to socialize with kids her age.

I wonder if I ever thought that being a stay at home mom was easy.  I can’t remember ever thinking that, but it probably happened.  I mean, all they do all day is watch tv and eat goldfish, right??

 

 

Not Sure About This…

So, my blogging is getting worse and worse.  Not just writing, but reading too.  I seem to be tired of the blog world.  I have been going hard core with the blogging since June 2011, so I’m guessing I’m just burnt out.  It makes me sad, but I think it has a lot to do with the theme of my blog always being about babies.  Trying to make a baby, being pregnant with a baby, and having a baby.  There are so many other mommy bloggers out there who do a better job of describing what being a mommy is like.  They are funny, witty, loving, caring, stressed, tired, and overall amazing.  I feel like I just come on here, describe the last three weeks and that’s it.  No one wants to read that kind of blog when they have others that are interesting and hilarious.  Heck, I don’t even like to proof read my blog.  Yikes.  I bore myself!

So, I am thinking about using this blog to write about other things.  Things not related to be a mommy, but that may mention being a mommy (after all, it is what I do).  My next five or six entries are going completely rogue.  Totally off topic.  I want to spice it up.  I hope to start soon, but my time is limited with the little lady.  Hoping to get one out on the weekend.  We will see how it goes!  For now I’ve got a moody baby to soothe!

I hope you all like the change up…. when I get around to it!

What Do You Think? Back vs Tummy: The Sleep Conundrum

Just to make things clear, I have no plans on letting little miss sleep on her belly.  If she chooses to sleep on her belly sometime in the future, when she is able to easily roll from belly to back with no issues, then that is great for her, but for now I will always make sure that she is on her back or side.

…but I was thinking, why do all the grandparents keep telling me that we (me, my sister, my husband, my husbands brother) slept through the night at six weeks, or two months, or “definitely by three months!”  Why am I constantly feeling like I have a baby that just loves to be awake every three hours and will never ever ever sleep longer?  Well, then I started thinking about how my generation was put on their tummies to sleep.  This really sparked something in the dark, tired part of my brain that doesn’t get much action anymore.  When babies are put onto their tummies, they are better able to get gas out.  I know just from the past week of “super catch-up tummy time” that as soon as she is on her belly, she burps and poots like a mad woman.  Even if I’ve just spent the past ten minutes burping her, she will still let loose as soon as she’s on her belly.  So this is my theory, babies sleep better on their bellies because they are getting that gas out.  They aren’t uncomfortable, their bellies don’t hurt, they don’t want to get up and nurse to ease their belly pain.

Again, I would never let Emmy sleep on her belly until she is old enough to roll herself over, but what if this is the reason our parents keep telling us that we slept so much better?  Maybe they aren’t just being annoying.  Maybe they aren’t just trying to make us feel like we are doing something wrong.  Maybe, just maybe, the way we were put to sleep helped us sleep better and longer sooner JUST because of the gas issues.  Maybe this is why reflux and spitting up issues are rampant now.  I’d much rather be up a few times a night with her than to ever increase the risk of SIDS…. no question about it, but what if?

Just a thought…

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This is how I feel when I think about blogging lately, which is sad and weird.  I used to love getting a few minutes to jump on here and tell you all about my life and the fun things going on in it.  Now I just feel like everything is too much the same to really write anything interesting.  I’m not here to bore you, I’m here to entertain and educate.  So until I can really do that and feel good about it, I will probably be missing for chunks of time.  For now, I will update you on the small things going on around here.

We moved little miss into a pack and play in our room.  I got the comfy quilted sheet to go in it, and she apparently really likes it.  She is now able to sleep on her side, which I had no clue she even wanted to do, and she sleeps for longer chunks of time.  Of course, writing this makes sure that the luck we’ve been having will surely end, but I wanted to let you all know that pack and plays can be made comfortable and doable for a transition between bassinet and crib!

After our doctor appointment last week, I was a bit frazzled.  I took the rest of the day to relax with little miss and the following day we started with some mandatory tummy time.  She has been doing pretty well.  She can get her head off the floor for a few seconds at a time, but she is lifting her arms and legs at the same time.  Only her belly is on the ground.  It’s pretty cute, but it frustrates her and wears her out.  I’m sure she will eventually understand that arms are for pushing up, but so far she is just trying to get her head up.  She is also trying to roll over onto her back.  ANYTHING to get off her belly!  I’m not sure how she is going to roll over without hurting her shoulder….  I mean, all babies learn to do it, but it looks like she is going to break her arm off!  So far we are doing short spurts of tummy time, and I am helping her roll over when she gets close.  She is such a little trooper, and is trying so hard.  I am very proud of her!

If she continues to strengthen her core, and can sit up okay by five months, then she can start cereal.  Not sure if I will do that, I may wait until six months, but it is tempting!  I am so ready to get her started on some pureed foods!  So exciting!

That’s all for now!  Going to go snuggle my girl!  It was 39 degrees when we woke up this morning.  Miserably cold, but great for snuggling!

Four Month Wellness Check & Mastitis

Today we had our four month wellness check.  It was exciting to see how much she’s grown.  I’m not sure if everyone else gets as excited about finding out what percentile their littles ones are in, but I think it’s just about the coolest thing ever.  So little Miss Emmy is currently 10th percentile weight (12lbs 2oz), 50% percentile length (24.5″), and 90th percentile head! That is a huge noggin we’ve got here!  She is growing along the curve quite nicely though.

Now, the bad.  Since she is not yet lifting herself up during tummy time, and cannot sit up on her own yet, we are getting really low motor skill levels.  So low, in fact, that the doctor wants us to be referred to a specialist that will come to our house and work with her.  She gave us the chance to work with her for the next two months to improve.  If she’s not doing better by next time, it’s on to the specialist.  If you could measure my level of mommy fail, it would be the highest possible score.  I feel like a complete failure, like I’m letting her down.  Why haven’t I been pushing her more on tummy time?  She hates it, yes, but I guess I should have just been letting her cry through it.  Although, the last doctor we had said that as long as she is working on lifting herself off our chests, she was doing fine.  I guess that only counted for up to two months?  Ugh, so sad.  Sad mommy.

She got two shots and one oral vaccine today.  So far I haven’t had to give her Tylenol.  It’s been almost six hours since the shots, which is longer than she went last time, so maybe she won’t need it this time?  Right now she is peacefully sleeping in my lap.

The doctor thinks we should try a couple things with her sleeping.  1.  Putting her down drowsy.  Pssh.  If this girl gets set down even a little awake, she flails around and cries.  It’s a nice thought, and I’d love to be able to do that so she can learn to self soothe, but so far… pssh.  2.  Let her cry it out.  Waaah.  Mommy isn’t ready for such things.  Daddy thinks it might be a good idea, but he doesn’t get as sad as mommy does.  I know something has to give.  I don’t want her dependent on the boob to fall asleep her whole life.  Especially since my “wean by date” is sometime in July or August of next year, but I’m just not sure what to do about it yet.  The thought of bad sleep nights makes me want to cry… especially since…

I have mastitis!!  Sumbitch!  There wasn’t even a warning blocked duct to signal the oncoming storm.  *sigh* Saturday night I stood up to go upstairs and my breast felt like someone had been punching it continuously for hours and hours.  I immediately knew what was happening.  There was no knot like there is with a blocked duct.  After a restless night of trying to sleep with a painful boob, I checked it out in the mirror as soon as I woke up.  Yep, red.  Not to mention feeling like I’d been hit by a bus.  It all added up.  At 3:00 I went to Urgent Care and got my antibiotics.  Four times a day for ten days.  Wowzah!  Here’s hoping it goes away quickly!  Ain’t nobody got time for Mastitis!  Especially when they have a baby that needs super extra double time help to get to a more normalized level of motor skills.  I think it’s super unfair to judge her on her skill level just because she doesn’t lift her head up yet.  How do they expect a 10th percentile body weight baby to hold up a 90th percentile head!?  Rude!

*Sad Mama* *Pout*

I’ve Been Doing A LOT Of Not Sleeping

We have been busy… not sleeping.  We’ve been not sleeping a lot lately!  It’s really exhausting to be doing all of this not sleeping everyday!  Whew…

Due to our not sleeping, my baby girl has been very moody, and totally not interested in anything besides eating and taking lots of quicky naps.  I set her on the carpet in her play room today, and instead of immediately rolling onto her side to grab her giraffe toy, she laid on her back, didn’t move a muscle, and stared at me for 20 minutes.  No amount of prodding would convince her to play.  So I brought her into the living room, sat in my chair, and tried nursing her.  She kept drifting off, but not taking a great nap.  She won’t sleep in my lap anymore…. she wants to sleep laying down in the bed with me.  I understand, I like being upstairs better too.  I don’t mind being up there all day, but I do get quite hungry!  I need to invest in a mini fridge or some granola bars or something….

…or maybe my baby girl needs to sleep at night?  Hmm…

Tomorrow I have a play date starting at 11:30.  I’m nervous.  This is the first time in a week we’ve had plans that last a few hours.  We’ve been going up for a nap around 12:30 or 1:00 and she has been nursing for 20 minutes and napping for 2-3 hours.  What will happen tomorrow without her nap??  I mean, our nighttime sleep is pretty terrible already.  Waking up every hour and all.  I guess I will just continue to co-sleep with her in the guest bedroom until she starts sleeping longer again.  I think I’m ready for her to sleep in her crib, but there is no chance I’m getting up and running in there every hour!  Not to mention she won’t nurse in her glider, so I have to bring her into another room to nurse her….. because she won’t fall asleep without nursing!  Oh my gosh… there are so many problems with our sleeping!   Oh well… I will just say that I am SO glad that I am not having to go to work on top of this insane sleep “schedule.”  To all you mothers out there who do have to do that…. I wish I could give you all a hug and a Starbucks gift card, but since I cannot, just remember that it’s the thought that counts….