Let it be noted that I was once an English teacher but am now the mother of four very young and very vivacious children. I blame all grammatical and spelling errors on this fact and ask for your compassion and forgiveness (and maybe some brownies too). =)

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

My Soundtrack

Maybe I've watched too many Disney movies in my life, but sometimes I wonder, what song would be playing right now if my life were a movie? And I have been known, despite the fact that I can't carry a tune in a bucket, to spontaneously burst into song. So, here's an assignment I used to give my students that I would like to throw out to all of you blog buddies: If your life had a soundtrack, what songs would be on it and why? Think of at least ten songs. If you want, you can post a picture and quote that would be on the CD cover!
Here's my soundtrack:
  • *I Am a Child of God-LDS Hymn: My faith and my knowledge of who I am are very important to me and have got me through a lot of tough times.
  • *Star Spangled Banner: First, my dad is a veteran and always taught us the value of freedom and patriotism. Second, my best friend/horse was named Banner and this was her song!
  • *Famous in a Small Town-Miranda Lambert: I grew up in a small town and this song is a little too true!
  • *Happy Ending-Sugarland: I'm a big believer in happy endings! My life is a fairytale!
  • *Small Town Girl-Kelly Pickler: Another small town song!
  • *Rodeo-Garth Brooks: I used to rodeo and still love being on the back of a horse.
  • *Dream Big-Ryun Shupe: I am a big dreamer. My head is always up in the clouds.
  • *Girls Just Wanna Have Fun-Cyndi Lauper: I'm an 80's girl (I once had the hot pink clothes, big, dangly earrings, and claw bangs) and I'm a girl who likes to have fun.
  • *Small Things-Blink 182: I'm only 5'o tall but dynamite comes in small packages!
  • *Fire and Ice-Garth Brooks: I'm a mix of good and bad--"she's kind of crazy but it's nice..."
  • *When You Wish Upon a Star-Pinocchio (Disney): First, I love Disney and fairytales, and second, I'm a wisher and a dreamer.
  • *Jolene-Dolly Parton: This song inspired my parents and saved me from being named Arlus.
  • *Redneck Girl-Bellamy Brothers: I'm totally a redneck in so many ways and proud of it!
  • *I Saw God Today-George Strait: With Baby S, I feel like I see evidence of God's love for me every day.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Immunizations

Baby S had his four month check-up yesterday. He's doing really well. Doctor says that he looks healthy, happy, and smart. He's 25 inches tall and weighs 12.1 lbs. He's in the 10th percentile for weight (he's a skinny baby, but the doctor says he's looking good), the 45th percentile for height, and the 80th percentile for head circumference. He has a big head like his daddy! It's a hard head like daddy too because he's (baby not Hubs) head butted me a couple of times and it really hurts! The doctor probably thinks I'm one of those crazy moms because I ask all kinds of questions and I write everything down. Last time, he said, "We have a print-out of all of this for you." And I replied, "That's nice," and continued writing everything down. It's just how I am!
Anyway, Baby S also got more immunizations yesterday. I think shots are the hardest on the mom. Hubs always comes to the appointments and he gets to be the one to hold the baby for the shots. I seriously almost tear up every time! Baby is a trooper though. He'll holler when they do the shot but calms down pretty quickly. I'm a sucker for the quivering lip though. If he holds onto that ability, I'll be buying him a brand new car when he turns sixteen! So it all went well. This time, I gave him a little baby tylenol before the shot and that seemed to help keep him calm and happy for the rest of the day. Last night he was a little fussy but not too bad. But this morning he woke up with a fever. He was hot to touch from his head to his little toes. I took his temperature and he was at 102.2. Again, he was being such a trooper. Even though he wasn't feeling good, he would stop crying and give me one of his million dollar smiles and then start crying again. I fed him, gave him some more tylenol, put a cool washrag on his head, and let him sleep. I was wishing I hadn't used all my potatoes on Sunday though. Whenever we used to get fevers, my grandma would put sliced potatoes on our heads, and, I kid you not, it would draw out the heat. She also used to rub vinegar on our chests when we had a cold or congestion. That also worked but I don't know if it was the treatment or the fear of getting the treatment that made us get better. It stunk so bad!! Anyway, Baby is doing much better. He still has a bit of a fever but he's napping right now and not fussing. I wonder a little about the immunizations though. The books say that this is fairly normal, so I'm not worried. However, last time he got immunizations, we didn't have any problems or side effects. He was a little fussy for a few hours but that was it. Later, we found out that our insurance didn't cover two of the immunizations and we had to pay out of pocket. (Don't get me started on insurance!) This time, the doctor's office said, "Oh, in that case, we'll just give you the state shots this time." These shots are covered by the insurance. So, I'm left wondering what the difference is between the two? Obviously, there is a huge price difference. But is there a quality difference (you get what you pay for)? It makes me a little suspicious. I know that any state approved immunization has been tested and deemed safe, but is what's good enough according to the state, good enough according to me? I know I'm one of those bull dog moms. I'm just a little defensive about my little one! Looks like another research project is coming on!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Don't want to miss a thing!


I am amazed at how much Baby S learns and grows each day. As an adult, there isn't a lot of change from day to day, typically. You look back over a year, maybe, and think, "Wow! Look at how much I've learned this year. I've made a lot of changes!" But as a baby, everything is in hyper drive--learning and growth comes minute to minute. For example, just today suddenly Baby S is holding his head up like a pro. And when I put him down for his nap today, he suddenly learned how to scootch from one end of the crib to the other. Just today! Smiling, laughing, turning to look at you...these milestones just keep coming everyday.
Today I spent a little time doing the clothes exchange--changing out the clothes that don't fit him anymore for the bigger outfits. Again I am amazed. His favorite dinosaur jammies fit him just fine two weeks ago. When he wore them the other night, he couldn't unbend his legs and stretch out. I enjoyed going through the clothes and remembering when Baby S fit in them (it's not hard to remember something that was only weeks ago!), but it was also kind of sad to realize that my baby isn't a newborn anymore, that he is an infant and well on his way to becoming a toddler. Will the time always go this fast? I feel like crooning along with Steven Tyler: "Don't want to close my eyes. I don't want to fall asleep. 'Cause I'd miss you babe. And I don't want to miss a thing..."
My baby's growing up right before my eyes! If I even blink, I might miss something! It is truly amazing!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Happy Birthday to me!

So it's my birthday. Happy day, hooray! Hooray! I remember how big birthdays were when I was a kid. I expected, perhaps demanded, celebrations and adorations from family and friends. You got to take cupcakes for your class on your birthday, everyone sang to you, you were the star of the show, there were presents galore (remember I was an only child for nine years, life was good!)...what wasn't there to love about birthdays. Now that I'm a 30-something, more and more I like to keep it low key...just slide those birthday cards with money or gift cards under the door. Okay, that's a lie. I still love the big celebration--the look-at-me-I-was-born-today-and-the-world-is-a-better-place- because-of-it hoot-a-nanny parties. Maybe I just want to keep my age low-key. I have decided to celebrate anniversaries of my 25th birthday. I am 25 and holding. I remember my mom used to always say that she was 25 on every birthday, and I believed her. It never occurred to me that she was always the same age until I turned 25, then I began to have my suspicions. I never thought it would bother me to be a 30-something, but, admittedly, sometimes it does. When did it become a little weird for me to wear bright colored bows in my hair or trendy clothes? When did I move from the you're-like-a-cool-older-sister category to the you're-like-my-mom category? When did I start saying, "When I was a kid..." instead of "when I grow-up..."? When did i become incapable of staying up late (I can't even make the 10 o'clock news some nights!)?
Here's a post from one of the fun blogs that I follow, Clever Girl Goes Blog. Tia describes the moment of change, the SHIFT as I like to call it, really well.

Have I mentioned that my TWENTY-NINTH birthday is quickly approaching?

(Because it is. In like, three and a half weeks. Blergh.)
Usually I try not to focus on how I feel occasionally as old as dirt like I'm slowly getting older.
(Who am I kidding? I talk about it all the time.)
However, sometimes things happen to me and I'm forced to acknowledge it.
You know, like when you go out to dinner and order a drink and they don't bother to card you, or the bag boy at the grocery store calls you ma'am, or you finally come to terms with the fact that it's really not socially acceptable to shop in the juniors' department anymore.
(That last one is the hardest. And it really depends on the store. But honestly? Twenty-nine is not nineteen. And you best recognize.)

Anyhoodle.

I had one of these moments the other day while I was working in the salon.
Now, my salon is located in a nice neighborhood that is mainly residential, but has a street or two of small businesses and also a couple schools nearby. And where there are schools, there are kids. Pre-teen skateboarding kids, even.
I'd like to take this time to state that I have nothing against skateboarders in general. In fact, 10-15 years ago, I had a DEEP affection for skateboarders. DEEP. AFFECTION.
(Seriously. Why are high school skater boys always so hot?)
(I mean, when you are a teenager they are hot. That's what I meant. Not NOW.)
(NOW that would just be wrong. Obvi.)
I am aware that unfortunately, there aren't a lot of places for boys to skateboard these days. Schools have gates, skate parks are rare, and finding that perfect wall to grind on is an elusive mission.

HOWEVER.

That does not mean that I enjoy a pack of skateboarding boys wreaking havoc in front of my place of business, stubbornly refusing to yield for cars or pedestrians and consistently coming within INCHES of crashing into my new car.
(Within. Inches.)
So every time I hear the roll of wheels and the laughter of a gaggle of pre-pubescent males outside of the salon, I shake my fist in the air and keep a wary eye on the window.
And then I smack myself because I'm officially the old lady neighbor peering between the blinds and muttering to herself about "kids these days". And I wonder how I suddenly became the "misunderstandER" instead of the "misunderstandEE."

And that makes me sort of sad. Like I should cut them some slack. Like I should remember what it's like to be that age. Like I should not be SO DAMN OLD AND CROTCHETY. Like I should really not worry about my car or crossing the street and just let kids be kids.
It's not a nice feeling. I worry that I'm not cool anymore, that I've become "the man."
But you know what makes me feel better?

Remotely setting off my car alarm and watching those startled kids jump and scatter.


Thanks, Tia, for capturing that feeling!
Let it be noted, however, that I still have my dreams in my old age.
Dream #1: I want to be 90 and pull up for church on my black Harley Davidson with orange flames on the side. Possibly I will have a matching helmet, and when I pull off my helmet, I'll swish my white or pastel (see Dream #2) hair in the wind.
Dream #2: I want to dye my hair random, lovely pastel colors like blue, pink, purple, and orange and get away with it. I want to buy my hair dye from the Easter egg section.
Dream #3: I want to just say what is really on my mind at any given time, and people won't get offended because I'm just an old lady and don't mean any harm. Along with this, I also want to be able to talk non-stop...wait, I already do that...I want to talk non-stop and people will feel obligated to listen. Now, that would be nice.
Dream #4: Someday I want to live near a middle or jr. high school. After school, as kids are passing my house on their walk home from school, I want to hide in the bushes and chuck rotten apples at them. Not every day, just occasionally. It may sound mean, but if you've ever taught that age-level, then you would understand that it is actually good for them.

I guess getting older isn't that bad, as long as I have my dreams to hold onto! =)

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Random Thoughts

Random Thought #1: I hate when you are in a fight with your husband and then you have to go talk at a Relief Society thing. Then you're not feeling spiritual or in the mood for spiritual things. And I hate that Hubs and I are both so hard-headed. When our stubbornness is directed at the same thing, watch out world, there's no stopping us. When our stubbornness is directed at each other, it's like the Ghostbusters crossing streams..."bad things happen"! Hubs has the Welsh hard-headedness, and I've got that Spanish fiestiness boiling in my veins...how are the walls still standing? By the way, the Relief Society birthday celebration went really well. Five sisters, including me, were the guest speakers, and we each gave some of our experiences with RS. I read my letter that I posted awhile ago. We laughed, and we cried...and then I came home and growled at my husband! I guess I'm a work in progress. I'll have to try to swallow my pride today and be nice to the guy. Repeat after me: I will not get mad at my husband. No matter what he does today, I will not get mad at my husband. I will be the first to call a truce...

Random Thought #2: It's really too funny/sad of a thing not to fully explain the toilet brush thing. So I mentioned the incident in my last post I think, but I really need to give it the detail that it deserves! So, I needed to buy a bottle brush. I went to the grocery story and went to the cleaning aisle. I chose the brush that I thought looked the closest to a bottle brush. I remember wondering about it at the time though. I never thought to look on the baby aisle for a bottle brush, because, of course, this is where they are located. I used the brush that I bought for a little over a month and stored it in a mug next to the sink. Every time I used the brush, I would have to cram it into the bottles and when I would yank it out, water would spray everywhere. And I would think, "Man! You would think they would have come up with an easier-to-use bottle brush by now!" At the back of my mind was also the thought that this brush didn't look like any of the bottle brushes I had used at other homes when I used to babysit. So then comes the day when I'm taking random pictures of the baby, and I decide to have him hold the brush so it looks like he is cleaning. This is the moment when it occurs to me that the brush he is holding looks an awful lot like our toilet brush. Weird. But I decide to use this to my advantage and tell grandma that baby has to scrub toilets as part of his daily chores. I send off the picture, but the thought keeps coming into my mind, "This brush looks just like a toilet brush..." Finally, I figure out why...it is a toilet brush!!! For over a month, I had been using a toilet brush to clean my baby's bottles, and I've been storing said toilet brush next to my kitchen sink! This week I went and bought an actual bottle brush, and I am amazed at how effective and efficient the bottle brush really is! =)

Random Thought #3: Another crazy thing I've done recently: The other day I was downtown SLC to run an errand. I hate driving downtown, by the way. I can't ever find anything, and I just get so nervous. You've got to remember I was trained to drive on the streets of G-ville where they didn't even have one stop light at the time! Anyway, I decided to park my car and take Baby in his stroller and go look for the place I needed on foot. So I unloaded the stroller from the back of my Cherokee, got it set up, and as I was pulling the door shut, I got distracted by some sound. I looked toward the sound but was still pulling the door down. Crack! I shut the door right on my head. You know how when you hit your head, it sometimes tingles like it's bleeding? I hate that feeling. Well, I put my hand up to my head, and it was bleeding! Are you also aware that head wounds, no matter how small, tend to bleed like no other? I had blood running into my right eye and down my face into my mouth and down my hand. So I ended up bending over to keep any more blood from getting on my clothes while searching through the diaper bag for some diaper wipes. I finally got the bleeding to stop and then proceeded to try to scrub the blood out of my hair, off of my face, and out of clothes. I was looking hot when all was said and done! I remember there were a couple of homeless people around, and I hoping that they wouldn't come and try to help. I know it's discrimination...maybe they were once heart surgeons, who knows?! The ironic thing was that the whole reason that I was downtown was to cancel my insurance so that I could switch over to Hub's insurance. I called him and asked him if I was still covered right then, just in case. He asked, "Just in case what?" And I told him, "Just in case I get a concussion and end up going to the hospital..." Needless to say, he was a little worried about me. I will admit, at first, I was a little disoriented, but that doesn't really explain me getting lost downtown. Sadly, I was lost before hitting my head. I called Hubs and asked, "What east is State Street?" He said, "100 East...aren't you supposed to be on 500 East?!" I said, "right!" and turned around to head in the right direction. Finally, Hubs decided that he didn't like me wandering around downtown, lost and with a possible head concussion, with his son in tow, so he told me to stay where I was and he came downtown to help me out. I was a little embarrassed but glad for the help. Only I can turn a simple errand into a grand adventure! Possible Ulysses (a.k.a. Odysseus) was supposed to be just running to the grocery store to buy a bottle brush for his son, Telemachus, when he got lost and hit his head and had a ten year adventure...hopefully Penelope was as understanding and patient as Hubs is for me! (Remembering this moment is helping me with my earlier dilemma!)

Random Thought #4: When I was first pregnant, I ended up losing a lot of weight. I wasn't really sick or anything, my body just gave everything to the baby. During my pregnancy, I only gained about 15 lbs. Lucky, right? I thought it was ironic that for the first time in my life that I was trying to gain weight, I was losing weight. Suddenly I had a metabolism? But I wasn't complaining. The doctor said the baby was fine, and I was feeling good. Right after I had the baby I dropped a lot of weight. Within a couple of days after I got home from the hospital, I was at the weight that I had been in 9th grade. I was feeling good! I was tucking in my shirt, wearing belts...my regular, non-maternity clothes were baggy on me. People would comment on how skinny I was looking. My name and skinny had never been used in the same sentence before. Life was good! Admittedly, I was getting cocky. I could eat what I wanted and wasn't exercising, and still I was looking good. Then I got my appendix out. I swear this is what happened: the doctor is operating away when he notices this layer of fat tucked away behind some things, slightly fallen down on the floor of my pelvis. "Hmmmmm...what is this?" He asks himself, "I think we'll just put this right back up where it belongs!" I woke up from my surgery sore and, to my dismay, with my belly pooch. My mom and others tried to console me and told me that my tummy was probably just swollen from the operation. But it has been over A MONTH and still the belly pooch remains. My old, indestructible friend has returned. Eating only salad for a month cannot touch her. Doing the exercise video Ab Assault! religiously doesn't even turn her head. The belly pooch is here to stay! Well, it was nice while it lasted! =)

How was that for a random thought day?!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Baby routines, etc.

Thank you to all those who commented yesterday...it really helped me out. I guess I had been running on low anyway, because the old milkers are pretty much dried up already. I think if they could talk, they would be saying, "Thank you! We were exhausted! It's so hard to keep up with a hungry boy!"
So today I just thought I would write a little about things that are working well for baby and me and things we could use some suggestions for. I'm a study-it-out kind of gal. I like books. So I've been doing a lot of reading. Mostly I've been using these resources:

The Baby Book (Sears): This is a humongous book that has a lot of great information. Dr. Sears also endorses attachment-parenting (things like demand-feeding, baby carrying, co-sleeping, and anything else that helps mimic the baby's time in the womb). There are some things that I like, but some of it feels a little too 'new age' for me. I do like to put the baby in his little backpack and carry him around with me for a little bit while I do basic housework (vacuuming, wiping counters, etc.), especially now that he is more curious about the world around him. The backpack is also awesome for grocery shopping because I have room in the cart for groceries and my arms are free. I was thinking about getting a baby sling initially, but just last night I saw on the news that they have issued a warning about slings and babies suffocating. I think I'll just stick to my backpack. I used to co-sleep with baby a little as far as, I would take him out of his cradle which was next to my bed in order to nurse in the middle of the night and usually I would fall asleep while he was nursing. I tried to sit up more to stay awake but it never worked. I would wake up an hour later and baby would be snoring away. Now that we've moved baby into his crib in the nursery at night (which, by the way, was very traumatic for me but not so much for the baby! I cried and cried the first night that he wasn't right there in the cradle. And maybe, I'll admit it, I went and slept on the nursery floor for a couple of nights...), I will often bring him to bed with me when he wakes up to eat around 5:00 a.m. Hubs has been leaving some subtle hints that he doesn't like the baby in bed with us in the morning. He was the one really pushing that baby be moved out of the room to his crib from almost the first month. I think he's jealous, but most of the time, he's out of bed by then and off to work anyway. But in an attempt to show Hubs that I love him, I've tried to put baby back in his crib on weekends or when Hubs is going to be in bed later. My general rule is: once Hubs leaves his spot, it's all baby's.

Babywise (Ezzo):This book is very controversial. Either people love it or hate it. Its big push is routine and training your baby into a schedule instead of going by the baby's schedule. However, I don't think it is as rigid as some people think or maybe because I'm not a rigid person, I didn't take it that way. I didn't like that the author would really put down other parenting methods in order to make his method the 'best' one. Most of the other books I've been reading just say to take their suggestions and do what works best for me as an individual. I was not able to stick to the routines as suggested, but what I did take from this book that has really worked out well for us is the pattern of eating-wake time-sleep. It was opposite of what I was doing before (eating-sleeping-wake time), but has really made a difference in how well Baby sleeps and he seems more alert during wake time. We do have a pretty good routine going during the day (I think). We mostly work on a 3-hour schedule.
5:00 a.m. First feeding of the morning then sleep
8:00 a.m. Feeding, bath for baby, I either try to do scripture study or work out, then I take a shower.
Between 9:30 and 1o:00-Put baby down for his morning nap.
11:00-Feeding, baby play time, mommy computer time
Between 12:30 and 1:00-Nap time, I try to get some cleaning done.
We pretty much try to keep this 3-hour pattern going through out the day. I've been trying to set up a bed-time routine where starting at 7:30 I feed baby, change him, put on his jammies and give him a little baby massage, read a story, and put him to bed by 8:00. Then I think I need to wake him up around 11:00 or 11:30 for a late-night feeding. I think if I decide the time of the late night feeding then he won't choose random times in the middle of the night. Right now he really only wakes up onces in the middle of the night to eat. Sometimes he does sleep through the night, but more often then not, he'll wake up some time between 1:00 a.m. and 3:00 a.m. I really need to get more consistent with my bedtime pattern. I would love any suggestions that ya'll have on how to get him to sleep all the way through the night. I know that he is only four months old, but I feel like we're so close to achieving all-night sleeping, that I'm just missing some step or something. I've had a really hard time with the let-the-baby-cry-it-out concept. I've tried letting Baby cry and 'self-soothe' and even after 30 minutes of screaming, he's still escalating and not coming anywhere near calming down. I don't like it. I have found, however, that if he is really cranky and fussy, if I let him cry for about five minutes and then go in and comfort him (rock him, hold him), usually I can do this for five minutes and then put him down in his crib, and he will go right to sleep. I've also found that he likes something over his eyes to go to sleep, so I've been experimenting with different ways to make a bed-teepee. I get nervous because sometimes he likes to pull blankets over his head and I worry that he's going to smother himself. Maybe I need to invest in a little baby sleep mask--I bet I could figure out how to make a safe one...or maybe I should try putting a blindfold on him...or maybe I'll just stick to the bed-teepee.

What To Expect the First Year and whattoexpect.com (Murkoff):I love the information from the book and the website. I think that these have been the most useful to me. Everyday I get an email with information. What to Expect When You're Expecting was my pregnancy bible! I've put a few links on my blog from the website. I like that the information is very straightforward and doesn't necessarily endorse just one method. Everything from health issues to daily care to playtime to helping include Hubs in things, the information is great! Usually when I have a question, this is where I turn.
Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child (Weissbluth): This is what I'm currently reading. I like a lot of the stuff in this about the importance of healthy sleep, but the book also makes me feel a little nervous some times that if I don't ensure that my baby gets enough sleep, he's going to end up a socio-path! I totally agree that babies need to get plenty of sleep for their physical, emotional, and cognitive development though. I like the idea of having a sleep routine and teaching babies how to sleep well and develop healthy sleep habits. Sometimes, the books suggestions are a little too extreme for me though. Like the idea of completely establishing your family's schedule around the baby's sleep schedule so that the baby is sleeping in his crib at the right time for the right amount of time every day. So far, it has worked out pretty well to arrange that if I need to run some errands to do it while the baby is sleeping in his car seat. Maybe as he gets older this won't work as well, I don't know. But I do think there has to be a little give or take. I think it does take a lot of scheduling and figuring out things to make the schedule work best for the baby, but I also don't think you should have to totally push pause on your family's life to do what is best for the baby. For example, the book recommends a really early bedtime (sometimes as early as 5:30 p.m.) If this doesn't work with your schedule, too bad. The book suggests letting family and friends know that you just can't go out after bedtime until the baby is much older. If this were the case at our house, Hubs would never get to interact with the baby during the week day. How sad! I started a earlier bed time of 8:00 p.m and would like to move it earlier to 7:30 or 7:00, but haven't got there yet. The big points that I do like so far are the importance of naps in getting baby to sleep better at night, the need for around 12-15 hours of sleep each day (naps and night time), soothing methods to prepare baby for sleep, and the idea of developing good sleep habits from the beginning.

Sorry this post is sounding like a report for a school. I'm a mommy nerd, I admit it. In addition to reading lots of books, I also take any advice I can get (hint, hint)! To end this post, I'll list the top seven things that really worked for me, and I'll include some pictures of my super-cute baby!
My Favorite Things or Things that have WORKED:
1. My Boppy Pillow: great for nursing, feeding with a bottle, playing on the floor...I love it!


2. For getting rid of cradle cap, I read on another blog to use baby oil and Dove liquid soap. For a few days, I put baby oil gel on baby's head, let it soak in, and then washed his hair with Dove extra-moisturizing body soap and a toothbrush. It worked perfectly! The yellow, flaky skin was gone after about 3 times of doing this, and I really like the smell of Dove soap.


3. and 4. We've recently discovered the joy of the playpen. Baby loves to lie in his playpen and swing at toys. Thanks to my cousin and his awesome wife for the playpen, baby can play to his heart's content and not worry about the dogs slobbering all over him, and mom can do her cleaning while he plays. Number 4 is the little plastic rings that you can use to make your very own mobile of toys over the playpen, the swing, the car seat or whatever.
5. My Baby on the Go backpack. You can wear it upfront (when baby is smaller) and on the back and baby can face forward or toward you. I love it. It makes it so much easier to shop and get things done around the house! And I can walk the dogs and the baby at the same time. Two mastiffs and a stroller...we're not even close to that yet!

6. Jeep All-Terrain stroller. Great stroller! I like how easy it is to fold up and unfold. I also like the three tire set-up--it feels easier to handle to me. Next time, though, I think I will invest in a stroller that you can just put the car seat directly into the stroller. But other than that, I love my stroller and baby does too!

7. For baby acne and random baby rashes, I found California Baby Calendula Cream. It was kind of expensive, if I remember it was $12.00 for this small bottle, but you really don't use that much, a little goes a long way, and it really works. When Baby was about a month old, he started breaking out big time and his cute face was covered in acne and a red rash. I started putting this cream on his face, and his face was clear by the end of the week! It was the only thing I found that has worked! Now I don't put it on everyday, just when he needs it. It has a random smell (kind of like a spa-lotion) that I think smells fine but not necessarily like a baby. Hubs asked one night, "What is that funky smell?" =) Little did he know that that would be the least of his funky smell worries!

Now for some cute pictures! My mom seems to think that I pick on 'her' baby all day, so these are the kind of pictures I like to send her on a daily basis.

Cleaning baby--by the way, I have to admit something. I am a complete ditz! I took this picture and thought, "That brush looks just like a toilet brush! That's perfect, I'll tell my mom that I make the baby clean toilets!" But don't worry, germaphobes, I haven't been using this particular brush to clean toilets and then giving it to the baby! No, I thought it was a bottle brush and purchased it as such. I didn't realize what it was until I took this picture the other day. Now I need to go buy a bottle brush...

Chef-Boy-R-Double D slaving away to make us dinner. Baby loves to watch as he lies on the counter while I cook. And sometimes, I just can't resist the picture moment!

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Coming to an End

So after much thought, I'm stopping nursing today. I didn't think it would be a big deal, but now that I'm actually at this junction of the road of motherhood, I realize that it is. Even though I tell myself that there are other babies out there who haven't been breastfed at all, and they all do just fine, I still worry and feel so guilty. Mother's milk is the best...babies that are breastfed tend to do better socially, cognitively, etc. I've read all of the stuff on nursing v. bottle-feeding. And so here I am feeling really, really guilty. Here's kind of why I've made this decision.

First, I have to admit that baby and I have never been the best nursing pair. We had a rocky start to nursing, but eventually got the hang of it. I remember being so determined to be able to nurse and so I pushed myself through the hard parts of it. But I don't know that we ever perfectly polished our method. Well, a few weeks ago when I got my appendix out, I couldn't nurse for a week while I was taking pain medication. I tried to pump during that time, but I don't feel like we've ever got back fully to nursing well. I haven't felt like I've been producing enough milk for the baby, and he's not been the most patient in trying to get things going. I've tried to nurse and pump and botttlefeed the baby, but I just struggled with it. And I like how he has been putting on weight better now that he is eating more formula.

Second, it turns out that the baby has a milk allergy for now. We found that out the hard way. When I first starting giving him formula, his face would immediately break out in a rash starting around his mouth and then spreading across his face. Then he would be fussy and have a rough day. I tried a different brand to see if that was the problem and felt like I almost killed the poor baby. He drank the whole bottle no problem. And then a couple minutes after he finished the bottle, his face completely broke out, he got really warm, and he threw up the entire bottle. The poor thing was retching and choking, and it really freaked me out. I think he really freaked out too. But we got everyone all calmed down, had a bit of a rough night, and everything was better in the morning. Since then I've used a soy-based formula and haven't had any problems. (Well, except for the fact that I think the soy-based formula smells funny, and I think that it makes his diapers smell worse than regular formula). So when I've nursed and have eaten a lot of milk products, the baby usually ends up with a tummy ache and really fussy. Then I feel guilty because I gave him a tummy ache and wonder why, if I'm a good mother, I haven't given up dairy yet. I'm not a milk drinker (I can't stand milk, actually) but I do like yogurt, ice cream, cheese, and stuff like that. I've tried to eat less of these things, but they are such a common part of my diet that I often forget. Then I wonder at my mother-instincts: Wouldn't a true mother instinctively sacrifice anything that caused harm for her baby?

I know that I have a good bond with my baby. I love him so much, and I know that he loves me. I know that we'll still have bonding moments every day. I know that he is healthy and will still be healthy eating formula. I know, but it doesn't make this any easier...