Friday, August 28, 2009

Percocet makes me a better parent and other observations from the first two weeks.

The last two weeks have taught me quite a few things. And here I thought I already knew it all.

-When presented with the choice of showering, sleeping or eating; sleeping always wins.

-Flossing, shaving, vacuuming, dusting and cooking are optional.

-You know you need to get your 2 year old out of the house when he keeps saying "I want to have a good time, mom".

-As soon as you brag that your baby is a good sleeper, he'll make a liar out of you.

-Newborns poop more than they pee.

-Nipples need to be broken in. They bleed easily.

-Toddlers can live off of gold fish crackers and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

-There is nothing in the world better than the feeling of your newborn baby falling asleep in your arms.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Welcome to the world!!

Evan James was born on 8-11-09 at 10:23 am. He was 8 pounds 6 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long. He is the most beautiful little thing and I am madly in love. He looks just like his big brother but with red hair! He is a great baby who never cries and sleeps all the time. I have to wake him up to feed him or else he'd sleep all day.

The birth was uncomplicated. All went well except the allergic reaction I had to the tape they used on the bandage over the incision. Of all things that could go wrong, leave it up to me to have a tape allergy! We spent three long nights in the hospital and were home on Friday. My bed never felt so good.

Things are going well minus the bladder infection and nasty case of mastitis but I'm on the mend and should be back to my normal nutty self in a few days.

Lane is loving his little brother. He brings him toys and kisses his head all day long. He is such a sweet boy.

And just to complete the series, this is me at 39 weeks, right before I left for the hospital.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

38 weeks

6 more days!! I am so ready to get this baby out! My hips and pubic bone feel like they are on fire, I'm having contractions throughout the day, and I can no longer breathe. I went to the grocery store yesterday to stock up and when I got home I felt like I had just run a marathon. I was completely worn out. I have one more doctor's appointment and one more non-stress test this week then next Tuesday is the big day.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Saturday, August 01, 2009

The final countdown

10 more days! I've been going for non-stress tests at the hospital to make the baby is doing ok. Today they told me I was contracting the whole time. I didn't feel a thing. Same thing happened when I was pregnant with Lane. I couldn't feel the little contractions. It wasn't until I was 5 or 6 centimeters dilated and they were intense that I felt them. They checked me and my cervix is still closed. Thank god!

All I know is this baby doesn't get his walking papers until the 11th. He better read the fine print. My mom isn't in town until the 9th and we are going to a baseball game that day. We have those Presidential Suite tickets again and I'm not missing it. If he's lucky, I'll let him out on the 10th.

Oh, and apparently I'm so big the nurses in the labor and delivery ward thought I was having twins. They were expecting a mom with twins today and thought it was me when they saw me!

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

37 weeks

These pictures are getting embarrassing. I'm huge.

I'm officially full term!! This baby could safely come any day now. My doctor told me to be prepared to go into labor before my scheduled c-section date. That scared the shit out of me! What does he mean? Why did he say that? There's no way I'm letting this kid out before August 11th.

Oh, and I woke up to a lovely note from Ryan. It read: "You must pack a bag for the hospital today or risk the possibilities of your loving husband's selections." He's honest and he knows me well!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Conversation with a two year old

Me: Are you ready to get your pj's on and go to bed?
Lane: Five minutes.
Me: Excuse me? Do you even know what five minutes means?
Lane: Calm down, mom.

Baby news

The doctor says this is a "big" baby. He couldn't tell me how big but said if I were closer to 38 weeks he'd send me to have him now. Lane was 8 lbs, 6 oz. I'm thinking this guy is going to be around 9 lbs. I'm a southerner. We make 'em big!

He's still breech and it's looking more and more like I'm going to have a c section. My doctor is hesitant to try a version since he's so big and there's not much room to move in there. Plus, he'd want me to stay in the hospital after the version until I delivered. That would be about 2 weeks. Can't do it. I'm dreading the three days I absolutely have to be there. No way could I do two weeks. Plus, who would watch this guy?

36 weeks

I don't think it's possible to get any bigger!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Smart Ass

My son told me to "calm down" today. I was trying to get his pacifier from him. He knows he only gets it when he goes to bed but he somehow snuck one into the living room. I made kind of a big deal over it, hoping he'd realize he didn't need it and hand it over. That's when I got the "calm down" speech. What the hell is going on around here?

Friday, July 10, 2009

I'm getting worried.

So, this baby is breech and stubborn. I've been reading all I can about how to get him to flip. Basically, I need to stand on my head all day. Yeah, that's happening.

Other suggestions are to put an ice pack where the baby's head is. They will move away from the cold. Also, play music where the head should be as they will gravitate toward the sound. I've also read that stimulating the pressure point on the outside your pinkie toe flips the little suckers.

Being an over achiever, I of course attempt all techniques at once. I wish I had a picture to prove my craziness. I've been hanging myself upside down off the sofa with an ice pack on the top of my stomach, Lane's musical mobile at the bottom of my stomach and clothes pins on my pinkie toes. So far all I've achieved is a throbbing headache from the blood rushing to my head and a severe case of indigestion. Note to self: next time do this on an empty stomach.

I have an appointment next Wednesday and I plan on talking to the doc about attempting an external version. That's where they try to turn the baby from the outside by pushing on your stomach. The problem is that it can be painful and you need to have it done in the hospital as it sometimes results in an emergency c section.

I'm against having a c section. It's not the surgery itself that I'm against. I want to do what is best for the baby and I realize that in some circumstances, a c section is necessary. It's more that a c section seems disappointing. I won't be able to see what they are doing. Ryan won't be able to cut the cord. They won't put the slimey little mess of a baby right on my chest. I won't be able to breast feed right away. Plus, as crazy as it sounds, at some level, I enjoyed labor and pushing Lane out. It just felt right. I felt like I accomplished the impossible. I want a chance to do it again.

So please send me some good baby flippin' vibes. The clock is ticking.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

34 weeks

Are you sick of seeing me in the same clothes yet? Here is the official list of things I own that fit:
-one pair of jeans
-one green shirt
-one grey shirt
-one blue dress
-one black dress (this one only sort of fits)
That's it.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Ocean City

Our first official family vacation!! It was only a day but it was a good day.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Matching Game

My genius is obsessed with letters right now. Every time we see a sign, he must stop and read off the letters. I saw this on some one's blog (I don't remember who's so if this is your idea, thanks!!) and thought Lane would enjoy it. It took all of 10 minutes to make and I'm hoping it will be hours of fun.

As you can see, the markers were loads of fun too.

I just realized that there are a lot of pictures of Lane with no shirt on this blog. Hmmm. Maybe I should start dressing my kid.

Greetings from time out...

I'm getting to know this corner pretty well.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Father's Day

I had Lane paint a picture for Ryan for Father's Day. I'm really excited about how it turned out. Check out my little guy working his magic:

And the finished product:

Ryan loved it! I have to say, I outdid myself this Father's Day. He also got new hair clippers, a couple of shirts, a new hat and two giant boxes of Sweetarts (of which I already ate half). But to be honest, I'm setting the stage for my birthday which is next Sunday. I figure if I make Father's Day something special, it'll guilt him into going overboard for my birthday. Great plan, huh?

I'm a proud mommy

A lady at the playground told me you can tell Lane is a kind boy. It made my day!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

baby updates

I had an ultrasound on Thursday to check the baby's growth. Since I have a history of hypertension, my OB wanted to be sure the baby was growing on target. Babies born to moms with high blood pressure tend to be on the small size. Well, we showed them. My bean weighs 3.6 pounds, above the average of 3 pounds. I think he's going to be a big boy, possibly bigger than Lane. Lane was 8 pounds 6.6 ounces and I think this guy will be closer to 9 pounds. But here's my question: If this baby weighs 3.6 pounds, why oh why, have I gained 35?

The other news is the baby is still breech. My doctor isn't concerned since he still has 2 months to flip but I'm a little freaked since Lane was never in the breech position. I've been reading up on techniques to flip him and I'm trying them all. You should see some of the positions I get my big butt into. I've also tried putting clothes pins on my little toes and putting an ice pack on the top of my stomach while playing music at the bottom. If I get to 36 weeks without him flipping, I'm going to an acupuncturist. They have a great success rate in flipping babies. Last resort will be a chiropractor. I'm dead set against having a c section so I'm willing to try anything to get this guy to turn.

I just finished going through all of Lane's old baby clothes. I also pulled out the swing and bouncy seat. I feel ready for this baby. I'm in the agonizing waiting stage now. I'm ready to get this show on the road. The next two months are going to drag.

Bad mommy moment

I rolled the car window up on Lane's head this morning. Thank God I caught what I was doing before I rolled it all the way up. It could have been bad.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

30 weeks

I can't believe I'm already 3/4 of the way there. Actually, I'm even closer than that since my doc will probably induce me early. Besides the enormous amount of weight I've gained, this has been a pretty uncomplicated pregnancy so far. By this time with Lane, my feet were swollen, my blood pressure was starting to creep up and I had terrible hip and back pain. So far, my blood pressure has stayed in check and I feel great. Sometimes I even forget I'm pregnant.

I've been trying to do lots of fun things with Lane in these last few weeks. I'm so worried that he will think we are replacing him or ignoring him.Today we went to Chuck E Cheese. Besides getting hit in the eye with a skee ball, Lane had a blast. I have to say I did too. He had cotton candy for the first time and loved it. He took a bite, said "yum", then took off running around the entire place.

We also went to a Washington Nationals baseball game on Sunday. Ryan was able to get us seats in the presidential suite. We were in the 4th row directly behind home plate. Let me tell you, this is the ONLY way to see a baseball game. There's a full buffet to stuff yourself on before the game then once you're in your seats they bring you anything you want. Hot dogs, drinks, popcorn, ice cream, peanuts.....all for free!! I was in pregnant lady heaven!
Check out my boy with his popcorn. It was as big as him.

And pooped out at the end of the day.

Oh, and my little man pooped on the potty for the first time yesterday! He's growing up too fast.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

The cutest kid on the playground

And possibly the whitest.

My baby is a big boy now

Lane decided to potty train himself! I'm shocked. I wasn't even going to attempt potty training him until he was closer to 3. I hear it's a nightmare, especially for boys, and wanted to make sure he was really ready before I pushed it.

A couple of nights ago I took his diaper off after dinner and didn't want to put another one on him since he was about to get a bath. I just told him if he needed to pee he had to go on his potty. I never in a million years thought he would do it. We put on Max and Ruby and he sat on the potty watching it. A few minutes later I hear, "Mom, a sound!!" He was talking about the sound of the pee going into the potty.

He stood up, said "water" as he pointed at it and we all did a happy little dance. The rest is history. He's gone in the potty every single time since then! Well, except for at night.

Check him out. This is great blackmail for when he's older.

And here it is. His very first pee on the potty. Something only a mother could be so proud of that she would actually publish a photo.

29 weeks

and one day.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

26 weeks

and one day.

See that look on my face? It's because I've already gained 25 pounds. That was my goal for the whole damn pregnancy. I'm a beast.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

25 weeks

It's flying by now. I feel great, but huge. I'm already starting to waddle.

Today is quite a significant day. First of all, it's Cinco de Mayo. Second, three years ago today, Lane was conceived. Third, I paid off my credit card today, making us free of debt except for our mortgage. So have a margarita for me!!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Earth Day

With Earth Day being tomorrow, I took the opportunity today to get all the earth unfriendly tasks I need to do out of the way.

-I dyed my hair with chemical laden dye. I must say though, I do look good.

-I cleaned out my bathroom closet, throwing away numerous plastic bottles of half used face wash, shampoo, lotion and various other beauty concoctions that promised miracles and never delivered. I didn't wash out or recycle a single one of them.

-I drove the car to run errands to places less than a mile away.

-I made a purchase and didn't use my reusable cloth shopping bags. One of the purchases was a rug made of recycled materials. How ironic.

I'm feeling rather guilty over all of this so I promise to make it better tomorrow.

-I'll keep the lights and tv off all day. I can't promise I won't use the computer.

-I won't drive the car.

-I promise to remember my reusable bags when I grocery shop.

-I'll skip my long soaking bath and opt for a quick shower.

-I'm buying new containers for my recyclables. The ones I have now are too small and it often deters me from throwing a bunch of things in them.

Ahh, I'm already feeling better.


I'm getting really frustrated with the apartment search. Why is DC so expensive? We have 6 weeks until the end of our lease and it doesn't look hopeful.

I won't be devastated if we have to stay here. I love it here. I love our neighborhood, our neighbors, our building. I can walk to just about any store and numerous playgrounds. The bus is literally steps from my door. Ryan's commute to work is less than 10 minutes. And the view! Oh, Lord, the view. I stare out of the window most of the day.

Every place I look at just doesn't compare. Plus, they all cost too much. I just wish this place was a little bigger. Honestly, it doesn't even have to be bigger, it just needs an extra wall. A wall to make an extra bedroom. Even the two bedrooms we are looking at don't have as much square footage as this place does.

I'm bummed.

23 weeks

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Mr. Personality

Now that he's talking more, Lane has really become a quirky little kid. His personality is shining brightly and I love it. Here's a few nutty things he's done lately.

He hates when Ryan and I are having fun. Especially if we are singing or dancing. Although he used to be amused and would giggle when I sang to him as a baby, he now puts his hand out as if to say stop, and says, "Whoa! Whoa!". Like he's saying, "Hey lady, it's time to cool it." Break out into a little dance and he screams, "Noooooo!!" and stomps his feet angrily. Weird. I guess we're already the embarrassing parents.

I made some bunny paw prints and taped them to the floor leading up to his Easter basket on Sunday. When he woke up and saw them he stopped and stared for a minute, taking it all in then said, "A mess. A mess." and shook his head back and forth. Then pulled them up and threw them away. Apparently, he wasn't too pleased with the bunny for leaving his dirty prints on the living room floor. I was able to capture it in pictures.

He thinks his name is you. I can't blame him. We're the ones who kept telling him that. When we look at pictures we'll say "That's mommy, that's daddy, and that's you." So now every time he sees a picture of himself he screams "You, you!"

His newest "game" is pretending to cry and telling me he's sad. Then he asks for a hug. It's really sweet and I kind of like this game because it always ends up with him letting me hold him and kiss him to make him feel better. It backfired on me today though. I thought we'd reverse rolls and I pretended to cry. Then he started to really cry because he didn't know I was pretending.

What a sensitive, quirky soul.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I've kissed my baby a million times today

I've mentioned before I belong to an online community of women with babies born the same month as Lane. Although I've never met any of these women in person, I feel they are some of my closest friends. We've shared birth stories, milestones, and frustrations. We've talked each other through those rough first months with a newborn when we had no idea what we were doing. We've encouraged each other when one of us was trying to conceive and cried with each other when it was once again "not our month". We've celebrated the births of siblings. We've vented about our husbands or our rough day stuck at home. We've laughed at the funny things our toddlers say and do.

And now we are collectively crying and broken hearted. One of our friends is fighting a battle no mother should ever have to face. Her sweet baby boy was diagnosed with high risk stage 4 neuroblastoma (cancer). He has several tumors and it's also in his bone marrow.

When she wrote, "He was diagnosed with cancer", it took my breath away. I can't even imagine how she felt when she heard those horrible, terrifying words.

What do you say when there really are no correct words?

I suddenly see Lane with brand new eyes. That frustration over him throwing his toys or not wanting to eat dinner seems so wasteful now. What silly, insignificant things to get upset about.

Hang in there, Garrett! Fight hard. Your MMT mommies are rooting for you.

ETA: When I ran spell check on this post, neuroblastoma came up incorrect with no suggestions for a correct spelling. Even blogger thinks that word shouldn't exist.

22 weeks

This was taken after eating an enormous dinner so I look a little bigger than I actually am.