tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4634463862401106712024-03-14T08:27:45.462-05:00Purely. Simply. Love.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-79488981095293375432013-10-11T14:31:00.000-05:002013-10-11T14:31:03.012-05:00Adam Jonathan: 6 Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm slacking again! I know I will look back and regret not writing these posts like I should. I regret it with Evelyn. So, again, better late than never, right?<br />
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SIX months! Never mind that you are actually almost 7 months. Six months was a month of huge milestones and difficulty. You keep me on my toes, Adam. This was a difficult month for me, as I had in my mind that you would be a little happier by six months. I took you to a chiropractor in hopes that an adjustment would improve your mood, only to discover that you have a posterior tongue tie. Then we started our adventure of getting that clipped in hopes that it would improve your mood as well. The chiropractor said she thought it might be affecting your ability to relax, and, honestly, I agree. I've never seen a baby quite so <i>tense</i>.<br />
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While we waited for your appointment for your tongue tie, you hit a couple of milestones! On your six month birthday, in the span of about 10 minutes, you became mobile! I sat you on the floor to run downstairs and do some laundry. You had gotten onto your tummy - which you have been doing for a couple of weeks - when I left you and when I came back, you were sitting up again! Then, you got on your tummy again, and moved forward. You had been rocking on all fours for a little while, but you finally figured it out. So, in that short period of time, you started to crawl and then go from your tummy to sitting. So exciting!<br />
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You also started on some solid food and have taken to it well. We do baby led weaning around here, so you're not ingesting a ton, but you've managed avocado, banana, and butternut squash quite well!<br />
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You still don't really sleep. No, seriously, you don't. Our nights usually look like this: bed at 7-7:30, up at 10:30, 12:30 and 2; at which point you refuse to go back to sleep in your crib so we sleep in the chair or on the couch until you are up again at 6:30 (not to mention a few times in between) to play. It's been rough, but at this point, it's become normal.<br />
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Then you had your tongue tie clipped. You cried when they did it. You cried during stretching. And then it healed. And, let me say something, you're happier. I don't have nearly as many moments of not knowing how to make you happy. You may not sleep better, but just seeing you smiling more than crying is so worth it.<br />
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I've seen the light at the end of the tunnel and we're heading that direction.<br />
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So, six months: sitting, crawling, sitting back up, crib dropped, food introduced, sleep still sucks, but more smiles than tears. I love you through it all, Adam, forever and always.<br />
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Just like I felt like it happened with Evelyn, I feel like someone has put time on fast forward. Something about 4/5 months and everything just seems to happen so fast. My itty bitty (relatively) baby is gone and before I know it you'll be crawling, walking, running, talking, graduating high school and I'll be left here wondering what happened.<br />
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I'm clinging desperately to these fleeting moments particularly now that our days seem to be more sunshine than storms! I'll say it again, Adam, you've been a tough kid! There are usually at least a couple of times during the day when I just don't know what you want or how to soothe you. But it truly does make your smiles and laughs all the more special.<br />
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Yes, we get some good laughs out of you occasionally and you are so ticklish!<br />
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I think I can officially say that you don't completely despise your carseat anymore (hallelujah!) and I can usually count on you taking a little nap while you are in the car.<br />
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You are so close to sitting without help and are scooting/rolling everywhere. You almost always roll yourself onto your tummy if I lay you on your back and while you are able to roll onto your back again, it's not as easy and you don't do it as often. I can't count on laying you down and knowing you'll stay put anymore.<br />
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You easily can grab at toys and get them to your mouth and we've even put you in the bathtub with Evelyn where you love to splash and play.<br />
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Your sleep still leaves something to be desired. I can't count on you getting up twice overnight and you usually seem to want to wake for the day at 5 or 6 am. Let me tell you something mister, this family doesn't do 5 or 6 am. I'm giving you the memo officially. We need to work on that. Fortunately, while you'll seem to be ready to get up and play at this time, I can often coax you back to sleep for another hour or two if I sleep in the chair with you. It's not ideal, but it works for now. I've said it before, I really don't mind getting up in the middle of the night, but you often don't want to go back to sleep in your bed and that's tough. This too shall pass, right?<br />
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You had your first real illness - Hand, Foot, and Mouth (aka the disease straight from hell) - and you were a little trooper. You didn't really spike a fever like Evelyn did, but you got the sores and your eating and sleeping were terrible for about a week. It was rough on both of us, buddy. I don't think either of us slept longer than a 2 hour stretch for the whole week. Thankfully, you're healthy again!<br />
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You are SO NOSY! You love to watch Evelyn and the dogs and nursing you can be challenging because you seem to be so worried you'll miss something. I can usually count on a good nursing session if I go into your room and close the door with your noise fan on, but Evelyn doesn't care for that idea. So, it ends up being a daily battle. However, you do still nurse frequently (every 2-3 hours).<br />
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FOUR months buddy! If I remember correctly, this is when everything started moving super fast with Evelyn. It was like she was a baby that didn't do much but hang around and smile, to sitting up, rolling over, eating food, laughing, walking, running, going to college in a span of 2 minutes.<br />
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Don't go too fast though, okay? This past month has been fun and stressful. Let's get the stats out of the way first though. At your four month appointment you were 27 inches long (100%) and 16 lbs 12 oz (73%). Still a big boy! You currently fit nicely into 9 month clothes and don't show any signs of stopping.<br />
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You are still a bit on the fussy side, but your demeanor seems to be improving every week. You still love to be held and to look around. You also love to be outside, which is good because so does Evelyn!<br />
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Your sleep is definitely improving (although my day in the life post shows otherwise!) and you seem to be falling into a bit of a routine. You go to be sometime around 8 and usually wake sometime between midnight and 2 am. Then you'll be up again around 5 or 6 and if I'm lucky I'll get you back to bed for a little longer. Last week you had a day you slept until 8:30! You'll then take a morning nap about 1-2 hours after waking up and a nice afternoon nap. You usually seem to need a little catnap in the evening but it's harder to come by. We had to stop swaddling you last week because you started to consistently roll over. The first night or two were a little rough, but once you figured out that you can roll over onto your tummy and sleep you did great! Putting you to be has been much easier since doing that!<br />
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You've started to tripod a bit. I'm thinking you might sit up early like Evelyn did. You also found your feet! Evelyn never played with her feet, so this is a silly, exciting thing for me!<br />
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11:30 pm - Adam is up. He's been asleep since before 8, which is typical, but we didn't swaddle him tonight since he's started rolling over. We'll see how the rest of the night goes. I nurse him and say a quick prayer before putting him back to bed.</div>
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1:40 am - Fell asleep in chair (it's funny, I almost NEVER did this when Evelyn was a baby. Now, I have the hardest time staying awake during night wakings. Talk about sleep deprived), Adam leaked out of his diaper (finding a solution for diapering him overnight is a whole other story), change Adam, get him back to sleep, crawl in my bed. Feels so good!</div>
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2:40 am - Adam is up. Again. Sigh... I guess it's going to be one of those nights. Have a fleeting thought of just sleeping in the chair or on the couch. Let's see if I can't get him back in bed.</div>
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6:54 am - Rob heads out the door for work so I finally decide to get up and change Adam's diaper. So. Freaking. Tired. I dream of dropping Adam's adorable, smiling little tush in Rob's arms on Saturday morning and sleeping until noon. It probably won't happen but a girl can dream, right? Nurse big boy and set him down to play for a bit. He found his toes the other day and is loving it.</div>
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7:09 am - head downstairs to continue doing diaper laundry I started last night (I've got some exciting news on this front to announce soon!). Cloth diapering 2 kids has definitely meant an increase in laundry, but I still love it!<br />
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7:16 am - assess the damage from last night's lack of sleep... me in all my morning glory. Just keeping it real! Splash some water on my face, put my hair up, and go sit for a bit to browse Facebook, Instagram, StlWed, etc. on my phone until Evelyn gets up. This will likely be the only quiet time I get all day. Hoping she sleeps until at least 8. But with construction going on to build more houses you just never know.<br />
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7:45 am - I get Adam down for a nap in his swing just in time to hear Evelyn awake in her room. I get Evelyn up and change her, then walk in the kitchen and realize that the trash smells terrible so I take it out.</div>
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8:20 am - I put Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood on so I can sit down and pump. Then I text my mom to firm up plans for swimming this morning. It's supposed to be in the 90's today and I'd like to beat the heat.<br />
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8:30 am - Done pumping. Get some breakfast for Evelyn and I (Cheerios and apples and peanut butter). Adam is waking up in the swing, but he's content so I let him be. Side note: I'm off dairy in an attempt to help Adam's tummy. It sucks. I'm attempting to like almond milk and chocolate almond milk, but it's just not the same. I miss my big glass of chocolate milk in the morning. I really, really miss it. And on mornings after a night like last night, I sometimes consider forcing myself to like coffee. Or drinking. I guess it would be too early for that though...<br />
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8:53 am - I finish breakfast and empty/load the dishwasher and put my pumped milk away while Evelyn finishes. Another side note: this is actually two days worth of milk. I pump every morning to manage my oversupply. Some days I get 20 oz (when everyone sleeps well) some days I get 5 oz. Depends on the day. I'll be attempting to wean myself off the pump when Adam is around 6 months old.<br />
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9:15 am - Get Evelyn cleaned up from breakfast and (attempt to) get her swimsuit on. Adam is fussing again, so another change of scenery. I'd like to wait to feed him until right before we leave for the pool but I don't think he's going to last that long.<br />
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9:28 am - Adam is done. So I sit down and feed him while Evelyn dumps a bag of diaper samples on the floor. Whatever keeps her occupied.<br />
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9:32 am - Way too distracted by sissy to actually have a good nursing session but he's a little more content.<br />
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9:37 am - Sit down to put Adam's swimsuit on and find he pooped! Woo hoo! We've been having some poop trouble lately, so I get excited when he goes.<br />
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12:30 pm - We head out the door to Arby's for lunch. Evelyn eats a ham and cheese sandwich and I have a French Dip. Nothing too exciting, but since we haven't left the house except to go to the pool for three days it was kind of nice.<br />
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1:30 pm - We get home from Arby's and Adam is way beyond ready for a nap. He screamed the whole way home in the car, through Evelyn's diaper change so I could get her in her room for a "nap" (lol), and through his own diaper change until I sat down and nursed him for bed. He konked out pretty much immediately.</div>
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2:37 pm - Call Lowe's to try and figure out what's going on with the fridge issue. They are supposed to be picking up our broken fridge today and moving a loaner into the house until our new one arrives in a couple of weeks. Except they haven't called or come yet. Come to find out one of the delivery men cancelled our visit because he didn't have anything to deliver. They said they would call me back and let me know what's going on.<br />
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2:45 pm - I check on Evelyn to find her standing on her art desk turning the light on and off (oye) and with a poopy diaper. I guess quiet time is over. I get her up, change her, and give her a snack.<br />
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2:55 pm - Lowe's calls back and says they are on their way. Crap. I haven't emptied the fridge yet. So I go find a couple of coolers for the frozen stuff and empty it all onto the counters. My kitchen is officially a disaster area. I finish just as they are arriving. Evelyn is pretty fascinated.<br />
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3:40 pm - The old fridge is gone and the loaner is in place. Now I have to figure out how to get everything from our 22 cu. ft. fridge into this 18 cu. ft. one. I guess I needed to purge anyway. Nothing like being forced to clean the fridge out!<br />
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4:00 pm - I figured since it's all out, I might as well bag and label my milk to go into the deep freeze. Then Rob calls and reminds me that his mom is bringing his grandma and great aunt by to visit. Crap. Again. The house is a disaster and they will be here any second. Oh well. Not much I can do at this point since Adam is now awake (woo-hoo for a 2 hour nap!) and hungry.<br />
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4:30 pm - I finish nursing and changing Adam just in time for my mother in law to arrive with Rob's Grandma, great Aunt, and our niece. Evelyn is super excited to see Isabella and they immediately run off to play while everyone else dotes on Adam. Thank goodness he is rested/full/clean!<br />
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5:54 pm -I get dinner started, while Rob entertains. We're having leftovers: Mini Meatball soup, grilled cheese sandwiches, and homemade calzones.<br />
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6:45 pm - Evelyn needs a bath since we swam today, so I decide to take her in the shower with me. This is what we typically do, but as Adam's gotten older we've been doing more tub baths with them together. And since I've pretty much decided to give up on getting her to nap, we're moving bed time back from 8:30 to whenever she seems tired. She was pretty glazed over at dinner, so we get the process going. I love taking showers with her because it's one of the few times when we just quietly play together. She has her tub crayons and we talk to one another and sing songs. Love it.<br />
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7:30 pm - Evelyn is in bed so I start working on Adam while Rob starts on cutting the grass. He's not always so easy and tonight is the second night we didn't swaddle him. He's rolling over now and seems to prefer his tummy, so that's what it ends up being.<br />
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8:11 pm - Adam is in bed so I sit down and work on this post a little more and start researching ideas for a little secret project I'm working on. :) What a busy day!<br />
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9:00 pm - Adam is awake. Coax him back to sleep.<br />
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10:00 pm - Join rob on the couch to watch a little Netflix while he draws on the tablet.<br />
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10:30 pm - Crawl in bed, praying for a good night's sleep but worried about Adam sleeping on his tummy.<br />
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Another long night was had as Adam was up at 10:45, 11, 3, and 6. And just for good measure, Evelyn was up at 4:15. Blah. This too shall pass and I comfort myself knowing that I get to start fresh everyday. Tired or not, I love being home with my kids and wouldn't trade it for anything.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-29620173124223078972013-07-17T14:58:00.001-05:002013-07-17T14:58:18.440-05:00Sleep Drama<p dir=ltr>I've come to the realization that I need to accept the fact that nap times for Evelyn are gone. Woe. Is. Me.</p>
<p dir=ltr>This all started about 6 months ago. Evelyn was skipping naps occasionally in her crib. I didn't think much of it, chalked it up to being a phase, and ignored it. Then we moved her to a big bed since Adam would be needing the crib and that only exacerbated the problem. We tried timing her to sleep, laying next to her in bed, ignoring her, etc. She still wouldn't sleep. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Then, about 3 weeks ago I decided I needed to make one last-ditch effort to save nap time (in the midst of my sleep-deprived survival-mode) and we called a sleep specialist. I firmly believed my two year old should still be napping and the bags under her eyes proved it. </p>
<p dir=ltr>The "Sleep Lady," as she's known around here, put us on a strict schedule. We essentially shortened her night time sleep by putting her to bed later and walking her up at a specific time everyday in hopes that she would then feel tired enough to nap in the afternoon. You guys, I needed my sanity. At least an hour of quiet everyday. </p>
<p dir=ltr>She showed slight improvement in the first couple of weeks. Then she plateaued. Then she regressed. She has mapped once in the past 10 days. Once. </p>
<p dir=ltr>So I called the sleep lady again and asked what I should do. She was shocked that she still wasn't sleeping. She thought the fact that she wasn't in a crib was the problem, but when I told her that she goes to sleep in her bed at night without a problem everyday, she discounted that idea. She said she would give me one last suggestion and then she wouldn't really know what we could do from there. </p>
<p dir=ltr>That's where I am now. I'm trying to decide if I want to limit her already minimal nighttime sleep even more and try to manage dual car naps for a week or if I want to just let it go. I think if I can get Adam to keep taking consistent afternoon naps it won't be so bad, but feel like I'm done fighting this battle. The Sleep Lady said she has only seen 4 or 5 kids in 24 years do what Evelyn has done.</p>
<p dir=ltr>It's been hard. I've had very little patience and my sleep-deprived brain needs the respite from toddler babble and being a human jungle gym. But I think if I change my mindset, it will be okay. If we can get her rested with nighttime sleep, we'll survive. </p>
<p dir=ltr>Hopefully.</p>
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Here we go again. Another month gone. Another month that my baby is less of a baby. :(<br />
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3 Months! It seems like such a milestone. That magical number where your baby doesn't seem to be quite so "newborn-ish." How true it is!<br />
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This month I have really started to see improvements in our daily routines. You aren't so unpredictable anymore and you are starting to sleep much better!<br />
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Speaking of sleep, let's just get the big question out of the way right now. Do you sleep through the night? No. But pretty close! You usually go to bed around 8 and are up at 12 or 2 (never 1 for some reason?) and then again around 5-6. The last wake-up I can never seem to get you back in bed so we either try and get a little more sleep in the chair or on the couch or, if it's really early, I'll bring you back to bed with me. My goal these days is to get you to sleep until 7. I never thought I'd think of 7 as sleeping in! I really can't complain though. You nap fairly well when we are home and will definitely let us know when you are tired! You also love to sleep with your face covered. Unfortunately, I can't really do that. But, when you are being held and rocked to sleep you will wiggle yourself and turn you face and bury it in my arm or chest. If you are napping in your swing, I'll often put your blanky right by your head and you almost always will manage to get it over your face. I then have to watch you closely and move it away. At night, you seem to be content to be swaddled for the most part though!<br />
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You HATE the car seat still. This is unfortunate because Dada and I love to go, go, go! Hopefully you will learn soon that it's not so bad. This definitely seems to be improving weekly.<br />
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You don't nurse quite as often as Evelyn did. Every 3 hours seems to satisfy you. Though you nurse a little longer than she did and that's okay. It's funny how my nursing relationship with you is so different from Evelyn's. You don't seem to be as interested in snuggling while nursing. You want to eat and be done and then snuggle otherwise. Evelyn only seemed to want to snuggle while nursing. I rarely nurse you to sleep, unlike Evelyn. Though I do rock you to sleep. I love rocking you to sleep.<br />
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You've started playing with your toys! You seem to like Sophie and your little play mat. You bat at things and are getting better at aiming!<br />
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You are smiling up a storm and babbling away! You love it when I talk to you and you will smile and talk right back!<br />
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You still love to be held and worn and hate to be set down and left alone at all.<br />
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You've found your hands and I swear you are teething. You have been sucking/gnawing on your hands non-stop for a few weeks now as well as drooling and lots of waves of crankiness. I hope if it is teeth, they make their appearance soon! I don't like seeing you uncomfortable!<br />
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You are definitely a spitter like your sister and you find the most inopportune times to do it. Usually right after we change your clothes or when we are in someone else's house and you want to christen their floor.<br />
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You also got dedicated this month. What a sweet moment as a parent to know that I have been blessed with caring for you and loving you. It is so amazing. You did your duty and cried on cue, but it was perfect all the same.<br />
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You get happier everyday (which is a nice change from your crankiness!) and I love to watch you grow and change. <br />
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Your puppy buddies are warming up to you as well.<br />
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My perfect little family.<br />
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I'm so lucky to get to watch you grow up.<br />
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Okay, let's just get one thing out of the way, Adam, you are a BIG boy! I've waited to write this post until I got your real stats from your 2 month appointment and you are officially 25.5 inches long (100%) and 14 pounds (84%)! We joke about how we forget that you are only two months old because of your size and that we often feel like you should be capable of more just because you look like a 4 month old! You are wearing 6 month clothing and are just as adorable as can be!<br />
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This last month has been a whirlwind. I've been trying so hard to soak up every single little baby snuggle I can get because I know they will be gone before I know it. It's amazing having you here and while you've definitely been a little more temperamental than your sister, I'm so, so, in love! Your smile just lights up your face and you have the chubbiest little cheeks.<br />
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Unfortunately, it seems you are already suffering from second child syndrome, because I haven't gotten my real camera out once to take pictures of you. It's all been on my phone. But, they are pictures nonetheless! I'm determined to get some two month pictures so I at least have something to hang in the house.<br />
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You are definitely a Mama's boy. You love to be held and close to me at all times. If you could be wrapped up next to me all day long, you would be content. Unfortunately, that isn't always possible, but I definitely wear you more often than not. You still nurse about every 2 hours and you have fallen into a nice little routine. You are typically in bed by 8 every night and you love to be swaddled. You'll then sleep till midnight at least, sometimes till 2(!) and then usually are up at 4 or 5 when I bring you back to bed with me to catch a couple more hours before Evelyn wakes up. You definitely enjoy this time in the morning, as do I. It's something I never did with Evelyn because she slept so well from the get-go, but I love this little me and you time before Evelyn wakes up.<br />
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Since you like to be held so much, you don't get a ton of floor time. That's okay though, you are tolerating it more and more every day. Just this week, you started batting at your toys on your little play mat!<br />
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You love to smile and interact with Mama and Dada! Your little (big!) smile just lights up your whole face! It's the sweetest thing. You've also been doing a lot of cooing and even a few little early "laughs." I LOVE it.<br />
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You LOVE bath time! You smile the whole time and just seem so content. We're still doing sink baths, but you are outgrowing it quickly! I may have to get the big tub ready soon! Part of the reason you love bath time I think is because you love to be naked! Almost every time you are fussing and I change your diaper, the minute it's off, you calm down and start smiling! Typical boy, right?<br />
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Can I also mention that you have amazing hair! I love it! It's so cute. Dark and kind of sticking up in a stylish sort of way. You are already a handsome little man!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-55605424765774386802013-04-24T15:17:00.000-05:002013-04-24T15:17:02.178-05:00Adam Jonathan: 1 MonthYou are one month old, big guy! You've lived up to your big birth size and at your one month appointment you were 11 pounds 13 oz (90%) and 23.75 inches (100%). You are starting to outgrow your 3 month clothes and are moving into 6 month. It's just crazy! Comparing you to big sissy, she was still 10 lbs at one month!<br />
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Having a newborn with a toddler in the house is definitely interesting. I feel like I don't get to focus on you as much so I try to soak up the little quiet moments as much as possible. I swear I'm not exaggerating, but you have been purposely smiling since you were about 3 weeks old. That seems so early to me and I made no mention of it in Evelyn's one month post so I'm thinking I'm right. You give the biggest grins and coo and gurgle at us. It's the best.<br />
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You definitely aren't as content of a baby as your sister. There have been a couple of times where I've wondered if you had reflux and would even call you colicky. It just seemed like you couldn't get comfortable and if you weren't eating, sleeping, or being held you were crying! Add on to that your first cold this week and Mama is feeling so bad for you! I wish you were happy and healthy!<br />
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Your sleep is getting better. You've yet to sleep longer than 4 hours at a time but since we started swaddling you (I hope I don't regret that when we have to stop!) you've done much better. You will go to sleep in your crib, wake to nurse, and go right back to sleep again. That makes the night time wakings so much better! I've never minded waking with my kids in the middle of the night - as long as they go back to sleep!<br />
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You have moments of hating your car seat and moments of not minding. Mostly though, you have to be moving to be happy. You also enjoy your pacifier.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-3662074497958688732013-03-30T16:50:00.000-05:002013-03-30T16:50:46.257-05:00The Birth of Adam JonathanAdam was "due to arrive" on March 11, 2013. I was about 99% sure of this due date, but as we all know, babies have minds of their own and he decided he was comfortable. Looking back, I think the length and difficulty of his labor were tied directly to his late arrival as I don't think he was quite in the right position for the big event.<br />
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All during this time I was battling with myself. I kept thinking, "I can't do this" and then telling myself that if I was thinking those thoughts, then I was in transition and it would be over soon. I played this mental battle for what seemed like an eternity. And, looking back it was. This is when things went south. I labored for another hour in the tub before getting out wanting to be checked again. The pain and pressure were there, I knew I must be ready soon. Still, I was at an 8. I tried laboring on my hands and knees during which my water broke (though not fully) at about 10:45. I got back in the tub. I was starting to get vocal. This MUST be the end. He MUST be ready. Many times I looked at Rob and Alicia and my mom and said, "This is taking too long. I'm not supposed to be in transition for this long." I started questioning if I was really in transition and maybe I just was being a wimp. So, I steeled my resolve and pressed on. I got out of the tub again to be checked. By this time I was pretty over it. I was questioning my body. But, I had to be progressing. They checked me, still 8 cm. I was devastated. How long had it been? Dr. Lindsey said we needed to try and make the contractions a little stronger to encourage me to dilate. She tried to push the cervix out of the way a bit. I tried squatting through contractions. I tried hands and knees. I tried to have Evelyn nurse to encourage my contractions so I didn't have to do pitocin. I couldn't imagine making them stronger with pitocin. I didn't think I could handle it. Finally, I cracked. I looked at Rob and he looked at me, knowingly, and I said, "I'm done. It's not supposed to be like this. Something isn't right." After discussing it with Dr. Lindsey (haha, discussing things between screaming through contractions is pretty interesting), Rob, and Alicia, we all decided that we needed to take a new approach. My goal went from waterbirth to healthy baby, healthy mom, vaginal delivery. No one mentioned a c-section ever (thank goodness!) but obviously something wasn't right. The consensus was that Adam was malpositioned (I knew he was posterior) and something was preventing him from descending into the birth canal. He had been at a -1 station almost the entire time I was there. I was then informed that I had been in transition laboring at 8 cm for 6 hours. I told them I just needed a little break and decided to get the epidural to see if the relaxation would work toward dilating me the rest of the way.<br />
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At about 3, I finally got the epidural. I asked for him to make it a "light dose" if possible as I still wanted some feeling and idea of what was going on. I could always feel my legs, though they were tingly, but I couldn't feel ANYTHING else and to be honest, I hated it. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for the break, but I disliked the lack of control and awareness I had over my body. I had them come turn it down twice in hopes that I'd at least be able to feel enough to push without coaching. Even at half a dose, I couldn't feel anything (not even the pressure of delivering him). Unfortunately, the epidural didn't work toward pushing me to complete as I had hoped. After another two hours and some breast pump action to try and strengthen the contractions, I was still at an 8. So, they started the pitocin. At 6:35, I was close enough to complete that Dr. Lindsey told me to try bearing down to push the little lip of cervix out of the way. Apparently, my issue isn't with pushing 10 lb babies out, because 10 minutes and 4 pushes later, he was here!<br />
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Immediately he was laid on my chest and everything was perfect. He was perfect and everyone commented on his size. He had a bit of trauma to the left side of his face where I assume he got stuck as his left eye was so swollen he didn't open it for 2 days and he has a broken blood vessel in it. The crease that was across his forehead was pretty amazing as well.<br />
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I am so grateful to Dr. Lindsey, Rob, Alicia, and my Mom for sticking with me through everything. The nurses were amazing as well. One of them came in on her night off because she loves to work with natural, waterbirth mamas and the others that were there pretty much didn't leave. It was like having an extra doula! While I mourn my waterbirth and I (selfish as it sounds) feel like I was robbed of my "natural birth" badge (lol), I feel like I made the right decision. My goal was to ultimately have a healthy baby, a healthy mama, and a vaginal delivery and that's what I got. I have a healthy, beautiful boy and I couldn't ask for more. Rob was pretty traumatized by the experience and he immediately said we were done having kids. I, on the other hand, want at least one more and maybe next time I'll get my waterbirth.<br />
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After spending some time nursing Adam and enjoying some wonderful skin to skin, we got his official stats (9 lbs 15.8 oz - isn't that technically 10? - 21.5 inches long). We are so thrilled to have welcomed a little boy into our family! He already fits right in.<br />
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{Doesn't Rob look amazing for 24 hours of labor totaling almost two days of no sleep? Also, my belly band was absolutely <i>perfect</i> to use as a tube top for my "waterbirth". I <i>highly</i> recommend it!}</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-33830950137692665592013-03-25T16:21:00.000-05:002013-03-25T16:21:05.493-05:00Introducing...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-26049179101313658662013-03-12T13:36:00.003-05:002013-03-12T13:36:38.367-05:00Baby #2: 40 Weeks<br />
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<b>How far along:</b> 40 Weeks (+1 Day) - My guess date has come and gone!</div>
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<b>How big is baby: </b>A jackfruit! As long as she's in your belly, baby's hair and nails will continue to grow, and her lungs will keep developing. She's anywhere from 5 to 11 lbs and is getting ready for a slightly gooey introduction any day now.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Sleep:</b> Not too bad. Not awesome, but not too bad. Evelyn's sleep on the other hand has left something to be desired. She's napping today though!</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Diet/Cravings/Aversions:</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Nothing sounds good. I'm pretty sure my body is trying to stay in an optimal state for labor and delivery. I'm not very hungry most of the time and when I do want something it's usually light.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Movement:</b> Still dancing away. Last night I had another solid hour of huge movements and kicks. I'm going to miss it...</span></span><br />
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<b style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">What I'm worrying about:</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> Trying to keep the "what-if's" at bay again. Being that I'm now technically "overdue," I'm getting anxious about how long this baby is going to want to stay put and thus being put under more scrutiny as far as getting him/her to make his/her exit. My OB is really good about this though.</span></div>
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<b>How big is baby: </b>A watermelon! Baby's brain is still developing rapidly and his skin has taken a paler shade thanks to a thicker layer of fat around the blood vessels. He's now able to flex his limbs, and his nails might extend past his fingertips.</div>
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<b>How big is baby: </b>A pumpkin. The last bits of vernix caseosa and lanugo are slowly shedding into your amniotic fluid. Baby's head is about the same circumference as her abdomen, and her head could be covered in an inch or so of hair.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Diet/Cravings/Aversions:</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I've lost my appetite a bit. Not much sounds good. Though I'm still enjoying sweets more than salty.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Movement:</b> Slow and steady. I'm getting a lot of the "lightning crotch" feelings and pressure as the baby is dropping but he/she is still wiggling away in what limited space is left.</span></span><br />
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<b style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">What I'm worrying about:</b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"> Going into labor while I have a cold! That sounds miserable. It's pretty minor, but still.... Just things in general. Praying for a safe delivery and a healthy baby. And, if I can have the perfect labor and delivery I'm envisioning to go on top of it would be great!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Symptoms:</b> Indigestion, SPD, gall bladder pain. I had this weird pain in my leg this week but it has subsided. Actually, overall things have lessened in the past few days. My gall bladder isn't burning all the time. The indigestion is waning. My ribs aren't aching horribly. I think that can all be contributed to the baby settling down low. Of course, that means a lot of pressure down low, but what can I say? </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Diet/Cravings/Aversions:</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> Again, I feel like I'm wanting a lot of what I was craving with Evelyn's pregnancy. Fruit, sub sandwiches. Though I'm still loving some chocolate.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-74316335846446508182013-02-08T21:18:00.000-06:002013-02-08T21:18:00.973-06:00Moving to the Big Girl BedThis post has been brewing for some time and will probably be long! Don't say I didn't warn you!<br />
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In June of last year, right after Evelyn turned 1, we found out we were pregnant with baby #2. We were super excited. It definitely happened a little faster than we expected, especially after our fertility issues the first time around, but we truly were thrilled. Upon getting that positive pregnancy test, I did two things: I calculated my estimated due date - March 11 - and I calculated how old Evelyn would be - 20 months.<br />
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This created a bit of a conundrum, seeing as how I hadn't really planned on moving Evelyn out of the crib until she crawled out or significantly outgrew it. But the cheap side of me really questioned buying another crib when I had a perfectly good bedframe I could use. So, after discussing it with Rob, we decided that 20 months - while young - was an okay age to move her up.<br />
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I had lots of fun decorating and I'm very anxious to reveal it to you but... sorry. Evelyn's kind of been sleeping in there and has successfully pulled things off the wall and dresser which means that it doesn't look anything like it should and I didn't take pictures before she got to it. I'm going to try and get it back together this weekend and take some pictures.<br />
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I had a goal date in mind of February 1. Baby #2 is due on March 11 and I wanted to give time to adjust. February 1 would give me at least a month and also some wiggle room in case the baby comes earlier than expected. We hit crunch time when I finally had to start threatening Rob to get him to move furniture out of the room so I could do decorating. We finished it including bed, wall decor, storage, closet, clothes moved, etc. on February 1st and just went ahead and moved her that night.<br />
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I didn't really know how to approach it. We decided not to do a bed rail for two reasons. One, I wasn't sure if we could get one tall enough as her mattress is pretty thick. Two, I just didn't want to deal with it. It's a full size bed (only because the frame is full size) so we put one side against the wall and I put a body pillow under the sheet on the other side with her crib mattress on the floor for some padding.<br />
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Then we just jumped in with both feet. I had everything prepared to do her nighttime routine. We put her pjs on, brushed her teeth, she came in and turned her music on, we nursed and rocked on her new bed, I laid her down and left. The first night was okay. She got up several times and I tried consistently going in and putting her back in bed. That didn't work at all. I tried going in and nursing/rocking again, no luck. Finally, we had friends over and my girlfriend went and laid down with her and she finally went to sleep. Thankfully, after getting her to sleep, she didn't get up until morning.<br />
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The third night was worse. A repeat of the first. She again, didn't take a nap again and was over tired. Finally, she went to bed around 11 and slept till morning. I was beginning to question our decision. Neither her nor I could function on her sleeping this little. It was turning bad quickly.<br />
<br />The fourth night was when we hit rock bottom. Over and over again, we put her down. She cried. She'd get up and bang on the door. I'd try again. Then she completely lost it and had a utter melt down that lasted 45 minutes and involved LOTS of crying from her and me. I was exhausted. She was exhausted. She was crying herself to the point where I thought she would throw up and nothing I did would calm her down. Finally, I guess she wore herself out, climbed in the bed with me, nursed again, and went to sleep at around 11.<br />
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Then, I had an epiphany. The next morning, I looked in her mouth. BINGO! She was working on not one, not two, but THREE teeth! The only symptom we ever have of teething is sleep and every time I figure it out way late.<br />
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She's been napping terribly for a couple of weeks and throw everything else on top of it was a recipe for disaster.<br />
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So, the fifth night (after a nap at my moms in the pack and play, THANK GOODNESS), we did our routine on time and this time I gave her some teething tablets. She nursed/rocked, I laid her down awake, and left. I heard her in there a little bit. She got out of bed and was wandering, but was quiet. Within an hour I stopped hearing anything and went to check. She'd climbed back in bed and went to sleep! She's done this for the past three nights and slept all night long!! Her taking an hour and fidgeting/playing is totally normal so I think we may have found some success and it was all thanks to her ridiculous teeth!<br />
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Top that off with her taking a <i>three hour</i> nap today and I am one happy mama! Granted, I've had to hold and sway her to sleep for her nap, but I'll take it if we can just get her back on her good sleeping schedule.<br />
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I'm not calling the move a success just yet, but we've definitely made progress and I'm feeling much better. I have not worries anymore about her falling out of the bed and she has proved she can easily climb in an out of it (we have a little box for her to climb onto and I showed her how to step on the box spring to climb the rest of the way up) so I know that even if she gets down she can get back up. Also, it seems that she knows she is supposed to sleep in her bed and not on the floor. Hopefully this trend continues and we will have the worst behind us!<br />
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<b>How far along:</b> 35 weeks; 35 days to go (actually, since this post is a day late... 34!)<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Diet/Cravings/Aversions:</b><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I'm starting to lean toward fruit a little more these days. Sounds like Evelyn's pregnancy!</span></span></div>
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<li>Oh dear. I am <i>way</i> behind. I was talking to Rob today to reminded me that it is currently February 2. <i>WHAT!?</i> So, not only have I neglected to take pictures of Evelyn's big girl room after completion (more on that in a minute), I also have a weekly bump post due in two days and I'm late on Evelyn's 19 month post. </li>
<li>I can't believe my baby is 19 months old. And I completely forgot about it. I feel like the last 2 weeks haven't even existed as I've literally been pouring every spare ounce of time and energy into completing her room for the big move this weekend.</li>
<li>Speaking of her room, we officially made the move meaning that it is done. Not necessarily to my vision, but some of it I realized just isn't really possible with the age she is right now. I'm going to write a whole post about her room before and after and all the logistics of everything, but I'm pretty happy with it overall!</li>
<li>Evelyn's first official night in her new bed was last night. It started pretty rough as she just didn't want to stay in bed (not surprising), but finally my good friend asked if she could lay with her and lo and behold, she fell asleep! Dallas managed to sneak out and Evelyn slept the rest of the night. She didn't even get up before she normally does! Look closely and you can see Sweet Pea sleeping in her big bed!</li>
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<li>I finally got my official Christmas present today! Rob got me a second band for my wedding set, but he got the wrong one. So, today, we went and made the exchange. I'm pretty much in love. Hopefully I get to wear it a little before my hands swell too much!</li>
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<li>My next OB appointment starts my weekly visits. Oh dear. It's coming. FAST.</li>
<li>Evelyn has not been napping well. It's frustrating me and her. She gets super cranky, but I'm not sure what to do. It's even worse now that she can climb out of her bed. At least I can say that moving her to her new bed didn't ruin her naps. They were bad already. But I'm sure it won't be helping the situation.</li>
<li>I'm done with winter. It hasn't even been that bad this year either. But, I'm ready for leaves on the trees and adventures to the zoo and the swimming pool! And walks! I can't wait for spring!</li>
<li>I really hope this summer is a mild one. The last two have been brutally hot and I'd love to spend a lot more time outside this year. Evelyn will be at a great age for the park and the new little on will still be nice and wearable, I think.</li>
<li>We've been attending a new church. I'm still getting used to it, but I really like it. I <i>love</i> the messages and the worship. Seriously, the guy can teach. And I like it when I'm learning and being taught, not always preached at. If that makes sense. My biggest struggle is the size of our new church. I've always attended small churches (200 or less) and this church is very large. It has multiple campuses and multiple services per campus. But, I think with some effort on our part to get involved, we can call it home. That's what I'm looking for, home.</li>
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<b>How far along:</b> 34 weeks<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-45321181527310695792013-01-14T16:37:00.001-06:002013-01-14T16:37:37.718-06:00#2: 32 Weeks<br />
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<b>How big is baby: </b>A squash. Ready or not, baby's getting ready to emerge. She's probably in the head down position with her bottom facing up. This is the comfiest way for her body to fit in your increasingly cramped womb and will make her eventual exit (only a few months away now!) much easier. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Movement: </b>I'm starting to feel very much like I did when I was pregnant with Evelyn. The kicks and rolls seem to be much in the same place with (what is hopefully) a little bum in my right ribs. Not much on the right side anymore. Hopefully this one doesn't stick posterior, but I'll take that over breech!</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-81015701426717740342013-01-12T22:09:00.000-06:002013-01-12T22:09:06.972-06:00My Breastfeeding Journey: A Year and BeyondWhen I got pregnant (well, before really), there was no question that I would be breastfeeding my baby. As with everything else I've done when it came to pregnancy and parenting, I researched and educated myself on everything breastfeeding related. I read blogs and articles. I watched YouTube videos. I took a class. I knew of all the benefits of breastfeeding and prepared myself to take every step needed in order to make our breastfeeding relationship successful. In fact, it was probably the one thing that worried me more than anything when it came to having a baby. I had no doubts about my abilities to birth a baby, but the anecdotes you read and hear about moms who didn't produce enough or the baby didn't latch, etc. were terrifying. I wanted this so badly. So, I prepared myself for the "<a href="http://www.bestforbabes.org/what-are-the-booby-traps" target="_blank">booby traps</a>" and hoped for the best. <a href="http://purelysimplylove.blogspot.com/2011/08/breastfeeding.html" target="_blank">Here's</a> a post outlining my adventures with breastfeeding in the beginning.<br />
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I thought, however, it might be helpful to someone to get an idea of breastfeeding beyond the typical beginning troubles. It seems that once you overcome those initial hurdles, it's just business as usual. But I know I still had questions along the way and I never imagined I'd be where I am now. Staring in the face of tandem nursing (dum, dum, duuuummmm....).<br />
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There, I said it. I never claimed there wouldn't be controversy in this post! I'm just sharing my experiences and what is working for us. That doesn't make it right for everyone, but it's right for my family and I stand by that.<br />
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Let me back up. Start from the beginning - and by that I mean after the real beginning. Things were pretty uneventful for the first 6 months. I was working part time and Evelyn took a bottle just fine while I was gone. I was pumping about 20 oz a day over what Evelyn needed and storing it "just in case." The end result when I finally weaned myself from the pump at about 7 months was a freezer stash consisting of about 3000 oz of breastmilk.<br />
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I was so lucky to have it. I was even luckier I didn't need it and was able to gift some of it to a friend. Evelyn was drinking it from sippy cups until about a month ago. Let's just say the the pump and I have a love-hate relationship. I was not sad to put that thing away.<br />
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No issues. I just kept nursing on demand and my supply remained perfect. I never experienced mastitis though I did verge on plugged ducts a few times that I had to work out in the shower and with nursing. Weaning from the pump was a rough few days. I went cold turkey and eventually my body adjusted though I did encourage Evelyn to eat just a little more at that time to relieve the pressure a bit.<br />
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Then, came the day everyone warned me of. Evelyn started teething. And she bit me. It wouldn't be the last time, but I think my utter shock and scream scared her enough to not try it again right away. Thankfully, it never became a huge issue like I know some moms experience, but my best trick in dealing with it was to just pop her off and put her down. She would be mad at me and I would wait a few minutes, then let her latch back on and if she did it again I would repeat it. She seemed to get the hint pretty quickly. I was a little on edge for a little while during that time (I mean, who likes to get bitten?) and just as everything difficult with babies, that stage passed. She now has 10 teeth - two on top, four on bottom, and four molars - and doesn't cause me any issues. It is very true that when a baby is properly latched, the teeth won't be an issue. So, don't let anyone scare you when they say, "Just wait until that baby gets teeth!" Totally not worth the fear.<br />
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My goal was to make it to a year. At that point, I would play it by ear. Before getting pregnant, I used to hope that I'd have a huge oversupply and be able to wean her at 6 or 7 months and be done. Wow. Little did I know how naive I was being. How much I would just adore this relationship. How much it would mean to me to hold on to those precious baby moments as long as humanly possible. To continue to give her a little boost in immune protection and a way to comfort her when nothing else works. Not to mention the benefits to my body!<br />
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My first thoughts of weaning came when Rob and I started talking about when we would want to try for another. My cycle returned at 9 months postpartum and low an behold, I was ovulating. We weren't trying really and my cycles were getting progressively longer. So, I went ahead and made an appointment with my OB to see, more than anything, if there was something I could do to at least keep things regular without any other interventions that might affect my nursing relationship with Evelyn. Little did I know that at that appointment I was probably implanting. Five days later, I got a positive pregnancy test.<br />
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Well, I wasn't going to wean her just for that. I started researching nursing while pregnant and talked to my OB about it. There was no medical reason for me to stop and Evelyn certainly didn't magically stop benefiting from my milk when she turned one, so we kept going. She has slowly dropped herself to twice a day (and not always that) - morning and night. She sleeps through the night and if, on the rare occasion, she wakes up I do still nurse her.<br />
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I prepared myself for her to wean because of my milk changing with pregnancy, but she hasn't. I'm so amazed at my body. My milk is now almost completely back to colostrum and ready for the new one. It will continue to be tailored to the new baby's needs so there are no concerns there. I'm actually pretty happy because that means that Evelyn is getting some pretty awesome antibodies and such during the flu season.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-31037271226112497792013-01-11T20:45:00.000-06:002013-01-11T20:45:24.031-06:00Evelyn's Big Girl Room: BeforeYou've been hearing me mention Evelyn's big girl room a lot lately. We're on a deadline to the tune of March 11ish and I still have barely started on it. I have plans and decorations and a pinterest board and everything, but not much progress. Thankfully, we've started to work on it this week.<br />
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This room has been through a bit of an evolution in the five years (really!? <i>five</i> years!?) we've lived here. When we moved in, it was a nice, organized office. Then an office + a sewing room. Then an office + sewing + piano room. All the while housing ridiculous amounts of junk. Seriously. Please tell me everyone has a room in their house where they just stick the stuff they don't know what to do with? That was this room.<br />
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This set is <i>old</i>. As in over 100 years old. Handed down through the generations and in really great condition. I considered painting it white until my mom nearly had a heart attack and I saw the sheer amount of laquer I'd have to sand off of it. So it will remain in this state though I might change the knobs. I wish I could replace the mirror since it really looks kind of worn and yucky, but I think that would be difficult.</div>
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So, wall color - check. Furniture - check. Now comes the fun part. Decor! I seriously suck at interior decorating. I'm a math teacher for crying out loud. My creative gene doesn't exist. That, and all I see when I'm shopping for decorations is dollar signs. Then I came across this on clearance at Bed Bath and Beyond:</div>
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I know. It's pink! But, it has the perfect accent of blue in it to match the walls with a nice vintage feel to go with the furniture. At least I hope that's how it all works out. </div>
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I've also got some other ideas brewing such these cute wall hangings made of simple fabric in embroidery hoops:</div>
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{Courtesy of <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/inspiration-embroidery-hoop-wa-92484" target="_blank">Apartment Therapy</a>}</div>
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Some cute little paintings that I thought Rob could do. Only I was thinking a countryside scene instead of Paris:</div>
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{Courtesy of <a href="http://lemontreecreations.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lemontree Creations</a>}</div>
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We'll see how it all turns out, but I'm excited to finally get started on the more fun stuff!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17876284267776322508noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-463446386240110671.post-56737333859759591962013-01-08T20:44:00.004-06:002013-01-08T20:44:55.808-06:00Miscellany<br />
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<li>I love Christmas, but I'm glad it's over. It's like going on vacation but being glad to sleep in your bed when you get home. It's chaos, glorious chaos, but makes you appreciate the routine days throughout the rest of the year.</li>
<li>I <i>finally</i> got all of my decorations put away. </li>
<li>I'm nesting. Bad.</li>
<li>This is a good thing as Evelyn's room is finally getting some attention and our basement is getting more organized by the day.</li>
<li>I'm a little freaked out by the fact that I'm having a baby in two months. That is not enough time to get everything done. I'm trying really hard, but not being very successful.</li>
<li>Rob has been hearing yet another round of layoff threats. This one sounds legit, but when you hear them at least once every four months you begin to ignore them. God will take care of us.</li>
<li>I don't think Rob would be disappointed to have to find a new job considering how much he dislikes his. Maybe this is God telling him to move on?</li>
<li>I am finding my job harder and harder. My body is protesting sitting all day staring at a computer. I feel tired and frustrated. I miss teaching. I miss my baby. </li>
<li>Evelyn has begun with the tantrums. She's attempting to scream/cry and fall on the floor when she doesn't get her way. Fun, no? At this point, we are both just completely ignoring the behavior or telling her that when she is ready to be kind we can do an alternative activity.</li>
<li>I'm struggling with the idea of Evelyn weaning (yes, she's still nursing). She is beginning to drop morning sessions and I've noticed changes in her habits as my milk changes back to colostrum (aren't our bodies amazing?). Outside pressures make me question how I'm handling it, but I know deep down that it's a positive part of our relationship and that someday she will wean and I won't have these moments anymore. This may be a whole other post in and of itself though.</li>
<li>Parenting is hard stuff.</li>
<li>How the heck am I going to handle two?</li>
<li>I often feel like I don't devote enough attention to certain activities. I stink at remembering people's birthdays and sending cards. I want to take more pictures of life and keep my photos organized. I want to be crafty or keep my house cleaner but I feel like I can never keep up. I think this is common with moms. But, it's hard when others seem to make it look so easy. </li>
<li>Example: I'm 3 years behind on putting our family photos into our annual ornaments. Also, I desperately want to make a photo book for Evelyn's first year, but I feel like I have to be doing so many other things that I can't focus on it. I think the part of me that can't stand to start a project and not finish it in one sitting is my greatest detriment in this department.</li>
<li>If people call me a procrastinator, I'm not sure what I'd label Rob. His incessant habits of procrastinating are grating on my every last nerve right now. I can't get going on Evelyn's room because his desk covered in his crap is still in there and I, obviously, can't move it. Also, him and trash is probably topping my list right now. Is it really that hard to take two steps to throw the wrapper of a piece of candy away? Also, when I ask you to take the trash out (because you yell at me when I do it - being pregnant an all) that means actually taking it outside and putting it in the can, not setting it in the garage for morning. And then not doing it in the morning either. I might as well have just done it myself.</li>
<li>Thankfully though, when he does get motivated, there's no stopping him. He's been working hard on the basement and it's finally getting there!</li>
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