As stated in the previous blog, Elsa is 4 months old. I have learned so much in four months. The first most important thing is that I don't love being a mom. I love being ELSA'S mom. I love seeing her grow, seeing her smile, try to talk, and discover new things. Being with her in the emergency room when she was 6 weeks old really made me realize how much I love this little human and how I would do anything in my power to keep her safe and happy.
So I've decided to share some things I've learned in these short four months.
Wipes Warmers: I read up on these and always read that they are a waste of money. I disagree. Try having a winter baby and touching her tender bits with a cold wet wipe. Get a baby wipes warmer. They are only like $20-40.
Cloth Diapers: I was given several sets of these to use as burp cloths. They are WONDERFUL. We have them all over the house.
Baby Apps: Baby apps are so helpful those first few months because your pediatrician will ask you how often and how much she eats, how many diapers she fills, how often she poops, etc. If you are like me and you can't remember what you did a day ago, let alone what someone else is doing, these are so helpful. I got the Baby Log on my Ipad and recorded all this info and more for about two months. Now I don't use it very often but for $5, the app was worth it.
Diaper Champ: We got this for about $20 at a garage sale and I'm so glad we did. This thing keeps the smells in check and it uses plain, everyday garbage bags. No expensive refills. Here is one on Amazon.
WD40: Spray all the hinges within ear shot of your baby's room. I can't believe how loud a squeaky door sounded once we got a sleeping baby in the house.
Baby Monitors: I wasn't going to get one of these, and then decided to just get a monitor with sound from Craigslist. My mother in law generously purchased a video monitor for us instead. I'm so glad we have it!! I think this is the model we have. It's expensive but worth it because you can see your kid at night through infrared, although your baby looks like a demon when her eyes are open. If you have health issues like me, running up and down the stairs and trying to sneak into her room when you hear a sound would just suck. This saves me some energy. The only problem is that the battery on the hand held monitor runs out after a couple hours. So you need the charger handy. Also, because our camera is wall mounted, it goes off from external sounds like high winds and storms, loud car engines, etc.
Cleaning Supplies: We keep some diluted bleach and paper towels in her room because this kid can projectile poop. And you really need to disinfect that biohazard! Plus when a dirty diaper smears on the diaper pail, it's easy to clean up with all this right there in her room.
Rectal Thermometers: Sounds horrible for you and your baby but it really is the best way to get an accurate temp when they are infants. I'm so glad we had one otherwise we wouldn't have known she was as sick as she was in January.
Swaddlers: The swaddlers with velcro are awesome when they are little. It really calms Elsa down and helps her sleep. Of course, now she's too strong to stay swaddled!
Mobiles: This mobile has saved us numerous times. It's got a projector on it and you can project onto a little canopy that rotates with some animal figures. Elsa LOVES it. When she's kind of tired but fighting her nap, I turn it on and leave her in the room. She talks to it and watches it until she falls asleep. We got this one at Walmart. Plus it comes with a remote control so you can restart it from the doorway. It has music, a heart beat sound and nature sounds.
Mesh Crib Bumper: The AAP now says not to use any bumpers in cribs but I still use the mesh bumper. It wasn't in place properly one day and Elsa managed to wiggle with her swaddle and get her legs stuck in the crib slats.
That is all I can think of so far. Speaking of the little zombie baby, I can see her wiggling and fussing on the baby monitor. Time to eat! Tschus.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Time flies
It's 28 years today since my mom passed away. I'm doing better than I thought I would. I talked to some family and friends and played with Elsa. It helped that the sun was shining and birds are singing everywhere. I also did a lot of moving things around the house to make room for some family pictures. Now my mom's photograph is in Elsa's room, so Elsa can see her every day. That made me feel really good.
I thought I'd share some photos of her room now that things are moved around a bit. It's such a cozy room now. I just love it.
Here is a photo taken last week by a professional photographer who came to our home. I love this picture so much. She's so cute!!
Here's part of her changing table, complete with two-headed doll and skulls burp cloth.
Old microwave stand which now has the wipes warmer, toys, books, and supplies tucked away.
My mom watching over us.
The bassinet now holds stuffed puppies and kitties.
We do a lot of rocking here.
Some old doilies my mom either made or inherited.
The baby book I'm working on.
We tried to get her hand and foot print. The foot was much easier but she was not so cooperative with the hand.
I like this humidifier because it looks like smoke coming out its ears.
Relaxing in her room on her cute, lil' blanket!
And we took a quick video to share with family and friends. That's about it! It's nice to say that I got through today and that things are good. :)
Tschus!
I thought I'd share some photos of her room now that things are moved around a bit. It's such a cozy room now. I just love it.
Here is a photo taken last week by a professional photographer who came to our home. I love this picture so much. She's so cute!!
Here's part of her changing table, complete with two-headed doll and skulls burp cloth.
Old microwave stand which now has the wipes warmer, toys, books, and supplies tucked away.
My mom watching over us.
The bassinet now holds stuffed puppies and kitties.
We do a lot of rocking here.
Some old doilies my mom either made or inherited.
The baby book I'm working on.
We tried to get her hand and foot print. The foot was much easier but she was not so cooperative with the hand.
I like this humidifier because it looks like smoke coming out its ears.
Relaxing in her room on her cute, lil' blanket!
And we took a quick video to share with family and friends. That's about it! It's nice to say that I got through today and that things are good. :)
Tschus!
Monday, February 20, 2012
Coming to terms
Warning: Heavy content below.
Every year about this time, I am reminded of my mother's passing. It's not just dates on the calendar; it's the grey skies, the dead grass and bare trees. For some reason, instead of getting easier, it seems to get harder each year. But in a different way than in the past. I've blogged about her before but I've decided to finally go a step further with my grieving process.
I've made no secret that I see a therapist. I started because chronic illness takes a lot out of me physically and mentally. I needed some coping mechanisms as my old habit of bottling things up and drinking really wasn't working for me. Therapy has progressed to include other things: my first marriage, my mother's death, etc. This year my counselor wants me to write my mother a letter, to let her know how I've felt all these years with her gone and what I wish we could have done had she lived. This is extremely hard for me to do.
For many years I've contemplated sharing some letters that she dictated to us kids while she was in the hospital dying. I've always felt that some things were too personal to share, even for me. However, given the extremely difficult task laid out before me, I think it's time. She didn't write these herself, they were dictated to a friend of the family.
First, a letter for all four of us kids:
"To all my kids:
I want you to know that I never spent much time talking about the spiritual side of life. I never thought about it much, but I know now that there is much more to life than we have been aware of. I want you so much to learn about the spiritual part of your lives. I know that we will all get there in our own way and I know now that this is the most important part of our lives."
I guess this sentiment that she expressed in her final days is what has propelled me to find my own relationship with God.
She also dictated a letter to each of us individually:
"Dear Becky,
I love you with everything that is in me probably especially because I am dying. I want to strengthen that bond with extra love. I think you will hurt a lot, but in the end it will make you strong and my love for you will help you to overcome your grief. I've known this for a few years now that I would have to leave you early so giving you more love has been important. My life was made richer by your ability to openly express love and affection.
Love, Mom"
My mother's friend also wrote her eulogy, of which I have a copy. I haven't scanned this but will transcribe it here:
"Dear Lois,
As I told you on Saturday, when we rode down together in the ambulance, I have grown to be very close to you. I have been very impressed by your regard for other people. It wasn't a blind regard - it was carefully balanced by a sense of justice. I am very much aware that the fullest expression of your regard held a warmth, love and kindliness that touched ones very spirit. This, despite the pain of your illness and the burden of your medication, poured forth to others until the final moments of your existence on this earth and has been felt since your passing into the next world.
Your touch was not restrained; it conveyed a warmth and radiated an energy that also touched ones very being. There is no finer expression of ones spiritual connection with others than this.
Lois, your touch and your regard really drew people together. They were non-possessive and were nurturing. Best of all, on Saturday in the hospital, I saw that they were reflected back to you in the eyes, tears and touch of others.
The finest expression of your qualities, Lois, was shown in your relationship with your children. You allowed them enough space to grow to their fullest as individuals and provided enough limits and guidance so that they could be sure of the direction to grow.
Perhaps Lois, you would want others besides just your children to know what we talked about last - that you have come to believe that there is more to our lives than we know and that it is the spiritual part of our lives that is most important.
Lois, your life especially in your regard for others serves as a fine example to all of us as we strive to find the spiritual realities of our own existences.
You will be warmly held in our memories.
We love you and wish you well in your journey back to God!"
I guess there was standing room only in the church at the funeral. I don't remember this. I just remember wanting to hide in a closet afterwards when so many people were parading through the house with casseroles and desserts. I remember being angry that my mother had just died and people were thinking about food. And when everyone went away and my family was left to deal with it all, we all went our separate ways. Everyone withdrew into themselves, in a haze of grief and anger, and I was on my own to process the events through a seven year old's emotional maturity.
Going through this with Elsa here gives me mixed emotions. I look at her and see so much joy. She really does keep me going in times like these. And I also see in her face the features of my mother that I inherited: her chin, her lips. And I just wish so badly that she was here. I wish I could call her up and say, "Help me get this child to sleep! What should I do?" Or, "You'll never believe what Elsa did today, it was so amazing." But I can't do that and it hurts so much. For now I can only talk to her in my prayers and in my dreams.
So if you've read this far, I thank you once again. I have been on this road for going on twenty eight years. I hope that, finally, I am able to move to a point where I can think of her without such a profound sense of sadness.
Until next time....tschus.
Every year about this time, I am reminded of my mother's passing. It's not just dates on the calendar; it's the grey skies, the dead grass and bare trees. For some reason, instead of getting easier, it seems to get harder each year. But in a different way than in the past. I've blogged about her before but I've decided to finally go a step further with my grieving process.
I've made no secret that I see a therapist. I started because chronic illness takes a lot out of me physically and mentally. I needed some coping mechanisms as my old habit of bottling things up and drinking really wasn't working for me. Therapy has progressed to include other things: my first marriage, my mother's death, etc. This year my counselor wants me to write my mother a letter, to let her know how I've felt all these years with her gone and what I wish we could have done had she lived. This is extremely hard for me to do.
For many years I've contemplated sharing some letters that she dictated to us kids while she was in the hospital dying. I've always felt that some things were too personal to share, even for me. However, given the extremely difficult task laid out before me, I think it's time. She didn't write these herself, they were dictated to a friend of the family.
First, a letter for all four of us kids:
"To all my kids:
I want you to know that I never spent much time talking about the spiritual side of life. I never thought about it much, but I know now that there is much more to life than we have been aware of. I want you so much to learn about the spiritual part of your lives. I know that we will all get there in our own way and I know now that this is the most important part of our lives."
I guess this sentiment that she expressed in her final days is what has propelled me to find my own relationship with God.
She also dictated a letter to each of us individually:
"Dear Becky,
I love you with everything that is in me probably especially because I am dying. I want to strengthen that bond with extra love. I think you will hurt a lot, but in the end it will make you strong and my love for you will help you to overcome your grief. I've known this for a few years now that I would have to leave you early so giving you more love has been important. My life was made richer by your ability to openly express love and affection.
Love, Mom"
My mother's friend also wrote her eulogy, of which I have a copy. I haven't scanned this but will transcribe it here:
"Dear Lois,
As I told you on Saturday, when we rode down together in the ambulance, I have grown to be very close to you. I have been very impressed by your regard for other people. It wasn't a blind regard - it was carefully balanced by a sense of justice. I am very much aware that the fullest expression of your regard held a warmth, love and kindliness that touched ones very spirit. This, despite the pain of your illness and the burden of your medication, poured forth to others until the final moments of your existence on this earth and has been felt since your passing into the next world.
Your touch was not restrained; it conveyed a warmth and radiated an energy that also touched ones very being. There is no finer expression of ones spiritual connection with others than this.
Lois, your touch and your regard really drew people together. They were non-possessive and were nurturing. Best of all, on Saturday in the hospital, I saw that they were reflected back to you in the eyes, tears and touch of others.
The finest expression of your qualities, Lois, was shown in your relationship with your children. You allowed them enough space to grow to their fullest as individuals and provided enough limits and guidance so that they could be sure of the direction to grow.
Perhaps Lois, you would want others besides just your children to know what we talked about last - that you have come to believe that there is more to our lives than we know and that it is the spiritual part of our lives that is most important.
Lois, your life especially in your regard for others serves as a fine example to all of us as we strive to find the spiritual realities of our own existences.
You will be warmly held in our memories.
We love you and wish you well in your journey back to God!"
I guess there was standing room only in the church at the funeral. I don't remember this. I just remember wanting to hide in a closet afterwards when so many people were parading through the house with casseroles and desserts. I remember being angry that my mother had just died and people were thinking about food. And when everyone went away and my family was left to deal with it all, we all went our separate ways. Everyone withdrew into themselves, in a haze of grief and anger, and I was on my own to process the events through a seven year old's emotional maturity.
Going through this with Elsa here gives me mixed emotions. I look at her and see so much joy. She really does keep me going in times like these. And I also see in her face the features of my mother that I inherited: her chin, her lips. And I just wish so badly that she was here. I wish I could call her up and say, "Help me get this child to sleep! What should I do?" Or, "You'll never believe what Elsa did today, it was so amazing." But I can't do that and it hurts so much. For now I can only talk to her in my prayers and in my dreams.
So if you've read this far, I thank you once again. I have been on this road for going on twenty eight years. I hope that, finally, I am able to move to a point where I can think of her without such a profound sense of sadness.
Until next time....tschus.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Updates and Goals!
Sorry to have lapsed on the blog for so long. The baby is keeping me so busy! Each day is a blur of bottles, diapers, tears and naps. Poor EK had to be hospitalized already but she is ok now. There have been many trials by fire and I'm scrambling every day to keep on top of things.
But it's finally getting better. I can read her cries now and I know when she's pissed, tired, hungry, happy, etc. I am so thankful that I can stay home with her because I have more opportunities to watch her grow and get to know her. She sleeps through the night most of the time so we do get good sleep now. I get up with her around 4AM or so, she eats, we "party" and then she goes back to sleep. And so do I. (Parties consist of the baby waving and kicking her arms while she coos and tries to talk. I let her go until she starts to seem cranky and then it's back to the swaddle!)
I highly recommend investing in a video baby monitor if you are planning on kids some day. It has been a life saver. I can hear her when she makes noise, it alerts me to cries and at any time I can look at the screen and see her. It has night vision too. Some times she fusses but doesn't fully wake up and will go back to sleep. If I had the regular monitor, I'd be running in there with every noise. But this way I can see that she's ok and give her time to fall back asleep on her own.
So other than taking care of the little monster, I have been trying to work out and keep the house up. I will soon start a new work out system that lasts for 90 days. I know some people dislike Jillian Michaels but her workouts are the only ones that I enjoy doing and they motivate me. I also see great results for toning my muscles. I have nicer arms now after just a couple weeks. So this new workout is her Body Revolution. It seems very similar to P90X. It's going to be BRUTAL. I'll do the modified versions of the exercises to spare my joints but I intend to do the workouts as listed. And I will try her diet too. I want to lose inches and get back into my nice clothes!
Wish me luck! This blog may include some of trials and tribulations of the workout. I'll take before and after pics too. My husband wants to restart P90X so we are going to start at the same time and see who loses more. It's kind of a competition between us and will motivate both of us to get fit again. We're both really excited to go! So as soon as it comes in the mail, IT'S ON.
So here is EK, modeling some new bibs. Wish me luck on getting through this 90 day workout hell!
Tschus.
But it's finally getting better. I can read her cries now and I know when she's pissed, tired, hungry, happy, etc. I am so thankful that I can stay home with her because I have more opportunities to watch her grow and get to know her. She sleeps through the night most of the time so we do get good sleep now. I get up with her around 4AM or so, she eats, we "party" and then she goes back to sleep. And so do I. (Parties consist of the baby waving and kicking her arms while she coos and tries to talk. I let her go until she starts to seem cranky and then it's back to the swaddle!)
I highly recommend investing in a video baby monitor if you are planning on kids some day. It has been a life saver. I can hear her when she makes noise, it alerts me to cries and at any time I can look at the screen and see her. It has night vision too. Some times she fusses but doesn't fully wake up and will go back to sleep. If I had the regular monitor, I'd be running in there with every noise. But this way I can see that she's ok and give her time to fall back asleep on her own.
So other than taking care of the little monster, I have been trying to work out and keep the house up. I will soon start a new work out system that lasts for 90 days. I know some people dislike Jillian Michaels but her workouts are the only ones that I enjoy doing and they motivate me. I also see great results for toning my muscles. I have nicer arms now after just a couple weeks. So this new workout is her Body Revolution. It seems very similar to P90X. It's going to be BRUTAL. I'll do the modified versions of the exercises to spare my joints but I intend to do the workouts as listed. And I will try her diet too. I want to lose inches and get back into my nice clothes!
Wish me luck! This blog may include some of trials and tribulations of the workout. I'll take before and after pics too. My husband wants to restart P90X so we are going to start at the same time and see who loses more. It's kind of a competition between us and will motivate both of us to get fit again. We're both really excited to go! So as soon as it comes in the mail, IT'S ON.
So here is EK, modeling some new bibs. Wish me luck on getting through this 90 day workout hell!
Tschus.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Poopstipation
Hi my name is Bex and my baby won't shit.
It's been two days since she last went. Oh sure, I know some babies don't go everyday. But when your baby is grunting, fussing, straining, and crying AND has a rock hard tummy, you know what the deal is. She needs a mega dump like no one has every imagined.
I blame myself. I have suffered from IBS since....well, if you ask my sister, I've been like this since I was a wee one myself. Apparently my mother would spend over an hour in the bathroom with me. Just me, mom and a big 'ol jar of suppositories. Such memories we all have.
I'm about to get some suppositories as well. We just tried another remedy though, and if this doesn't work, then I'll try the above. I feel terrible that she has to go through this. This poor little baby doesn't understand it and can't control it. I hate to see her going through discomfort like this.
So after the colic, the constipation and the painful pregnancy, I'm 99.9% sure I don't want more kids. This isn't Elsa's fault. I think with all that is going on, it isn't fair to this kid to spread ourselves thinner with more kids. This way we can give her more: more money, more time and more attention, if we only have one child. My body isn't cut out for this.
I am so blessed and amazed that we were able to do this with one kid at all. Elsa continues to amaze and thrill me every day. She's so strong. I love when she coos and makes silly faces. The way she sighs as she sleeps. And those big smiles she gives me! So adorable! But the poor creature just can't take a shit to save her life.
So after going back on my drugs, my RA is slowing down a bit. But putting two immunosuppressants in my body and sitting in a couple doctors' waiting rooms, I contracted a nasty virus. Thankfully I saw someone who prescribed some antibiotics for me today. I went five weeks back on my old drugs and already am sick. I'm trying not to be too discouraged by this. Goddammit I want to be healthy and strong. Instead I'm doped up on pain killers, muscle relaxers and now cold meds. Fuck my body.
But we had a nice Christmas despite the phlegm and colic. It was low-key, just how we like it! I hope everyone else had a good holiday season and are ready to tackle the new year. My new year goals are to get my ass to the gym and work out so I can achieve better health and sociability, find a mom's group (the local one hasn't returned my emails-what fuckers), and maintain a balanced schedule in the home. What are your new year's hopes/dreams/resolutions?
Here we are, some photos from the past week. Happy f'in Thursday! Tschus.
Nerd girl in the making
Zombie baby will eat your face
I love Santa!
Tobin enjoys his Christmas treat
Patton's Christmas collar
Horry loves being spoiled with holiday snacks
It's been two days since she last went. Oh sure, I know some babies don't go everyday. But when your baby is grunting, fussing, straining, and crying AND has a rock hard tummy, you know what the deal is. She needs a mega dump like no one has every imagined.
I blame myself. I have suffered from IBS since....well, if you ask my sister, I've been like this since I was a wee one myself. Apparently my mother would spend over an hour in the bathroom with me. Just me, mom and a big 'ol jar of suppositories. Such memories we all have.
I'm about to get some suppositories as well. We just tried another remedy though, and if this doesn't work, then I'll try the above. I feel terrible that she has to go through this. This poor little baby doesn't understand it and can't control it. I hate to see her going through discomfort like this.
So after the colic, the constipation and the painful pregnancy, I'm 99.9% sure I don't want more kids. This isn't Elsa's fault. I think with all that is going on, it isn't fair to this kid to spread ourselves thinner with more kids. This way we can give her more: more money, more time and more attention, if we only have one child. My body isn't cut out for this.
I am so blessed and amazed that we were able to do this with one kid at all. Elsa continues to amaze and thrill me every day. She's so strong. I love when she coos and makes silly faces. The way she sighs as she sleeps. And those big smiles she gives me! So adorable! But the poor creature just can't take a shit to save her life.
So after going back on my drugs, my RA is slowing down a bit. But putting two immunosuppressants in my body and sitting in a couple doctors' waiting rooms, I contracted a nasty virus. Thankfully I saw someone who prescribed some antibiotics for me today. I went five weeks back on my old drugs and already am sick. I'm trying not to be too discouraged by this. Goddammit I want to be healthy and strong. Instead I'm doped up on pain killers, muscle relaxers and now cold meds. Fuck my body.
But we had a nice Christmas despite the phlegm and colic. It was low-key, just how we like it! I hope everyone else had a good holiday season and are ready to tackle the new year. My new year goals are to get my ass to the gym and work out so I can achieve better health and sociability, find a mom's group (the local one hasn't returned my emails-what fuckers), and maintain a balanced schedule in the home. What are your new year's hopes/dreams/resolutions?
Here we are, some photos from the past week. Happy f'in Thursday! Tschus.
Nerd girl in the making
Zombie baby will eat your face
I love Santa!
Tobin enjoys his Christmas treat
Patton's Christmas collar
Horry loves being spoiled with holiday snacks
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
One month in
Hooray! EK is one month old today! So far we've witnessed yucky poops, little smiles, contented and sleepy sighs, and silly expressions. She's grown a bit and is now 8 1/2 pounds. Our little pumpkin butt is healthy and doing well.
We've also learned what the hell colic is. That part is not as fun though. Her shrieking and contorting at night is probably due to this and we were given a sample of some expensive formula. Hopefully in a couple of days we'll see improvement. Poor little baby. It sounds like it hurts! And poor us!
At her one month check up today, they gave me some handouts that were supposed to be given to us at the first week visit. Holy crap, really? This handout was packed full of information on bathing, when to use lotions, how often to bathe, what kinds of crying behavior to expect from a newborn, how to prevent some kinds of fussiness, etc. DAMMIT! Haha, I can only laugh at it now but we looked at that, over the haze of sleeplessness and frustration and thought, "wow this sure would have come in handy before today!" Oh well. I just haven't read all the books because a) who has time to read this stuff, and b) so much of it conflicts with each other. And when you Google some of these things, you don't always get the best, most basic information. Mostly you get all these hyper judgmental moms on message boards whose opinions are pretty strong. For instance, the info from our pediatrician said that when the baby is crying and you've gone through everything to comfort her, it's ok to put her down in her crib with some soothing music and give her 15-20 minutes to calm down. If she doesn't, you can pick her back up and try again. I've read full blown arguments on the boards about how bad this is for your baby and how traumatizing it is for her. Sorry to ramble on, but I think you get the idea. From now on I'll just call the nurse and get their take on things.
But as tired as we are, we are having our wonderful, amazing neighbor watch EK tomorrow while we go grab some sushi for my birthday. I've warned her that the baby is colicky but she wants to watch her so badly, she doesn't care! We're so damn lucky.
Here is EK and I today after she had some chow. Wish us luck tonight so maybe we get a couple Zzzzzz's.
Happy first day of winter! Tschus.
We've also learned what the hell colic is. That part is not as fun though. Her shrieking and contorting at night is probably due to this and we were given a sample of some expensive formula. Hopefully in a couple of days we'll see improvement. Poor little baby. It sounds like it hurts! And poor us!
At her one month check up today, they gave me some handouts that were supposed to be given to us at the first week visit. Holy crap, really? This handout was packed full of information on bathing, when to use lotions, how often to bathe, what kinds of crying behavior to expect from a newborn, how to prevent some kinds of fussiness, etc. DAMMIT! Haha, I can only laugh at it now but we looked at that, over the haze of sleeplessness and frustration and thought, "wow this sure would have come in handy before today!" Oh well. I just haven't read all the books because a) who has time to read this stuff, and b) so much of it conflicts with each other. And when you Google some of these things, you don't always get the best, most basic information. Mostly you get all these hyper judgmental moms on message boards whose opinions are pretty strong. For instance, the info from our pediatrician said that when the baby is crying and you've gone through everything to comfort her, it's ok to put her down in her crib with some soothing music and give her 15-20 minutes to calm down. If she doesn't, you can pick her back up and try again. I've read full blown arguments on the boards about how bad this is for your baby and how traumatizing it is for her. Sorry to ramble on, but I think you get the idea. From now on I'll just call the nurse and get their take on things.
But as tired as we are, we are having our wonderful, amazing neighbor watch EK tomorrow while we go grab some sushi for my birthday. I've warned her that the baby is colicky but she wants to watch her so badly, she doesn't care! We're so damn lucky.
Here is EK and I today after she had some chow. Wish us luck tonight so maybe we get a couple Zzzzzz's.
Happy first day of winter! Tschus.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Oh Horry.
We had two fabulous nights of sleeping and only waking to eat and be changed. Then last night it was back to feral, zombie baby all over again. I slept from 9-11 and then another two hours sometime after 4AM. I can't remember when. Ron stayed home to work and took the baby in the morning while I napped. We are thinking that the gas in her body is making this worse but we could be completely wrong. It's happened before.
So today's twist was an early morning thunderstorm followed by torrential, non-stop rain. Horace finds this very unpleasant. In fact, he was in his usual thunderstorm panic mode this morning, trying to crawl on top of the couch, panting, shaking, and drooling. I gave him some of his medicine which helped but all day he's been a bit freaked out. In fact, none of the dogs have peed since about 7AM today, and it's almost 8PM. Yikes.
Due to the popularity (?) of the previous video blog, here is one today. Sorry, no baby included today. We had a brief moment of productivity while she was napping and this is what happened. Have a lovely, dreary day everyone. Tschus.
So today's twist was an early morning thunderstorm followed by torrential, non-stop rain. Horace finds this very unpleasant. In fact, he was in his usual thunderstorm panic mode this morning, trying to crawl on top of the couch, panting, shaking, and drooling. I gave him some of his medicine which helped but all day he's been a bit freaked out. In fact, none of the dogs have peed since about 7AM today, and it's almost 8PM. Yikes.
Due to the popularity (?) of the previous video blog, here is one today. Sorry, no baby included today. We had a brief moment of productivity while she was napping and this is what happened. Have a lovely, dreary day everyone. Tschus.
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