Monthly Archives: May 2009

Newsletter June 2009

I would like to start off by saying sorry Peanut, I meant to do this earlier, but you’ve really kept my hands full!

You are 10 weeks old now and sitting on my lap whilst pooping. Thanks for that one kid. Your favorite things are teh bewbies (obviously), staring at your green elephant stuffed animal, your hands (nom nom nom), and Daddy making faces at you. You smile all the time and make some of the silliest noises.

You’re really good at tummy time. Your doctor was impressed that you’re already rolling over. Yet for some reason you still get angry and cry every time. We think it’s because you’re being set down more than actually hating tummy time. Oh, you hate being set down. You’re one of those babies that always wants to be in arms. Grandma Wilde didn’t believe me at first, but then she watched you while Mommy and Daddy went to see Star Trek and she believes now.

We’re still working on sleeping situations. You’d prefer you always slept right next to me, but since our bed isn’t safe for that, we need you to sleep in your crib. Mommy is reading a book called “The No Cry Sleep Solution” to help us with that. You also need to take naps, but you don’t want to. You get really frustrated when you are tired, but want to stay awake. I can understand your dilemma. You want to explore everything, but you’re tired.

Well, you’re upset because I tried to put you in the swing and you need your bum changed. Also Mommy needs to do laundry. So until next month… hopefully.

Oh You Dreadful Muffin Top

Think you’ve gotten past your postpartum weepies? Try clothes shopping!

I set out in my day with two simple goals: shirts that allow easy bewbie access and do not in any way resemble The Dreaded Pregnancy Shirts and to find a pair of jeans that I don’t have to use a safety pin to close (yes, I was doing that). I walked into Targéa optimistic and walked out with the 1 out of 20+ items I tried on that I didn’t absolutely, entirely hate. Don’t get me wrong, I loves me some Targéa, but large stores that also carry food are probably not the best place to do my first post-pregnancy shopping–thanks MOM.

I ventured out again a few days later, this time to the mall with my husband. Oh, the joys of making a boy go to the mall. I felt oh so lucky that after the day of horrid OH MY HECK I DON’T EVEN FIT INTO SIZE 12?!?!? that the first store we tried was doing this new boy-sized girl-jeans thing. I found pants that I was entirely happy with–though I’m now thinking my fear of The Muffin Top causes me to buy one size too large. I also found 6 glorious shirt and 2 inappropriate-for-the-season-but-oh-so-cheap sweaters.

In other news, Peanut had her 4 month appointment. She weighs 11 lbs 7 oz, is 22 inches long, and her head is 15.5 inches around. What a fat-head. She got HIB, Rotavirus, and DTaP. She’ll get Hep B, Polio, and PC next month during a “nurse-only visit.” Doctor-man was impressed that she’s already rolling over. Also okay-ed the pool. I’m es-tight-ed.

School

I started school Monday. It’s amazing how difficult it is to leave her for a few hours twice a week. I have to pump, we have to worry about bottles, she cries the whole time I’m gone. And I’m going to be gone even longer once my second class starts.

I do think this has given Curtis a new insight though. I don’t think he ever thought it was easy to take care of her, but I don’t think he realized how time consuming it really is. He told me yesterday that he understands why I never get on WoW anymore.

I’ve always been an excellent student, but with taking a semester off and my mind being focused elsewhere, it’s difficult to get back into the swing of things. Even more so, we’re not supposed to use cell phones in class so my mind is worrying the whole hour and a half I’m there. Stupid college professors that act like High School teachers.

And the kid that was “introducing me to the class” said “she’s JUST a stay at home mom.” Why did he look so confused when I didn’t sit by him again?

Mothers Day Pictures

As part of everyone’s Mother’s Day gift, they got a picture of a smiling Peanut. Each recipient got their “own smile” meaning that this particular picture of her smiling will forever be attached to their name. I don’t think a single one of them understood this, but I thought it was neat. Here are the pictures.

Great Grandma Jo’s smile.

Grandma Fay’s smile.

Grandma Debbie’s smile.

Mommy’s smile.

Happy Mother’s Day

I get intimate with poop multiple times a day.

I place a mechanical object on my boob and get no pleasure from it.

My response to stains on my shirt is “she was sucking on it.”

My breasts are not my own–they’re not my husband’s either.

I want to cry every time I poo.

I’m always late for everything (wait, was I ever on time?).

I have stretch marks… on my CALVES?!?!?!

I haven’t blow dried my hair in weeks.

I have a vast collection of stuffed animals in my bedroom.

I can be quoted on saying “oh my GAWD, did you seriously just poop again?!?!”… daily.

I get way too excited when someone sticks her tongue out at me.

I carry around a huge bag of nonsensical things and I use it ALL.

I never sleep for more than three hours straight.

Sometimes I want to pull my hair out.

Sometimes I’m so happy that I cry.

I am mom. Hear me roar.

Doctors Appointments And Other Such Things

On Friday, I thought we had thrush again. I called and talked to a nurse on the phone figuring she’d say “oh yeah, that’s thrush, go ahead and treat her” or “no, not thrush,” but I definitely didn’t think she’d say “I don’t know we should probably see her asap.” So she made her an appointment for 7:30 that evening in the Layton office. I don’t know if I was being overly paranoid, but I started freaking out about taking her in to the big office with all the kids when all of these diseases are going around right now. I was able to come back from the almost-panic-attack and decide to re-schedule the appointment for Monday.

So we went in to see our pediatrician on Monday in the nice, little Syracuse office. At 6 weeks and 3 days, she weighed 9 lbs 15 oz (which is great) and had no thrush. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t treat her. He didn’t really give an explanation for why she’s pulling off my breast and I didn’t press him for one because I think it might be more of a La Leche League thing. Beyond that, her balding is normal, we could try eliminating things from my diet to see if it helps with the spit up though it’s really only an aesthetic problem so I probably won’t, the coughing is probably just choking on spit up, and we talked about vaccines for the next visit.

Oh, the dreaded vaccines. Quite honestly, I thought he got on the defensive a little even though Curtis doesn’t agree. I asked him if he’s okay with a modified schedule of still doing all the vaccines, just spreading them out a bit (coming in on off months for “shot only” visits) and he started off saying that the vaccines are tested in the normal schedule… kind of implying that they might not be as effective if we didn’t do them “correctly.” After a bit of prodding, he said that there is really no health risk for doing them spread out, just the risk that we’ll miss one. Then I asked if we can request specific vaccines–that one was a big N-O. He explained it as they have contracts with the companies and yadda-yadda-yadda. They don’t have anything at all from GlaxoSmithKline (I think that’s correct), which doesn’t bother me at all since none of my preferred list is from them. He said that I can call and see which vaccines they have available. I’m going to do that probably tomorrow.

I’m feeling really conflicted about the vaccines. I mean, I realize most kids go through the regular schedule and do just fine, but I’m kind of just trying to be on the safe side. I mean, I’m not going to miss a vaccine. I’m just too anal retentive to do that. And I guess it’s not the end of the world if we don’t get the specific best shots, I mean, we can work around it. I would just hate it if something happened that seemed linked to the vaccine and I felt like only if I’d done it differently.

Also, medicaid hasn’t sent us the May card yet. I really need to call them about it tomorrow.

Lastly, pants. I was so happy to fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans so soon, but apparently they weren’t happy about it. They ripped today. I’m not sure if it’s an already worn about thing or if my thighs got huge. I don’t think my thighs got huge…

Night.