Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Moody baby was born yesterday! I'm so excited I can hardly stand it. I'm sick, though, so I can't go see him, and that really sucks. Here is the birth announcement from Josh:
I would like to announce that Malachi Ellington Moody, Kai to his parents, was born yesterday, November 17th, at 12:59 PM. He weighed in at a healthy 9 pounds 6 ounces, and was 20.5" long. He has a pretty good head of strawberry blonde hair as well. Mother, Father and baby are all doing well. A few pictures are attached in a link below.
Thank you all for your prayers and support,
Josh, Rian and Kai.
Monday, November 10, 2008
So Michael and I are on this diet called the No S Diet. It really works for us, mostly. It's no snacking, no sweets, and no seconds on days that don't start with S. So I'm pretty used to it by now, and it's been really good for me to learn self-control.
Also, as I have blogged about before, I haven't been able to have dairy (any at all) for quite some time due to Levi's sensitivity to it. Lately, however, I've been adding a little dairy back into my diet here and there to test the waters and see if he's getting over it, and it's been pretty successful. Because of my newfound freedom in the dairy department, though, I have been known to go a bit overboard - case in point: 3 pieces of pizza and a piece of chocolate cake at Madi's party yesterday.
Many of you know that I have little self-control, and so my first line of defense is not to bring bad stuff into my home (as noted at Madi's party - not at home=no self-control). So I try not to buy sweets unless I will immediately consume it on an S day. So a few months ago Angie's List sent us a thank you gift for a referral to them. The thank you gift was [cue the scary music] a big bag of peanut M&Ms! Crap! That was my favorite candy as a kid.
I was in the clear, though, because I knew that I couldn't have chocolate because of Levi. So the temptation was gone completely because I wasn't going to hurt my baby. So I put the bag of M&Ms way up in the cabinet so that I couldn't see them everyday, but in the back of my mind I always remembered that they were there.
Flash forward to today. Levi's better with dairy. Michael tells me some annoying news that I didn't feel like dealing with. I went to therapy and dealt with some other annoying issues. Michael wasn't going to be home until 8:30. And I get a mad sweet tooth. Immediately I remember the tempting yellow bag in the top of the cabinet. I jump up on the countertop, as if I'm 10, and stand up to get the bag from the very back where I had thrown it months before. (As an aside, if a "food" lasts months and months without going bad, you probably shouldn't be eating it in the first place.)
So I opened the bag and poured myself a bowl. A few hours later I had some more. A few hours later I had some more; this time I didn't bother with a bowl. 8pm - bag was gone. 8:15pm - I felt really guilty and had an upset stomach. 10:14pm - still have an upset stomach and wish I could just throw it up so that I'd feel better.
I knew I should have thrown them away when I got them because I have no self-control, but I guess I'm an M&M idiot. Was it worth it? I'd love to say yes, but it totally wasn't. I would have felt so much better if I just ate a few and then threw the rest away.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
There is one house in particular that we would always joke about as we passed it saying, "Oh hey guys. We'll catcha later, we're busy right now," like they were our friends because we secretly wished they were. We liked their house, their cars, their decorating and landscaping. We were disappointed when they put an Obama sign out on their lawn, but I digress.
Last Sunday Michael was walking Levi around outside, and he met this guy that lives down the street. He has a family with 3 small kids, and his wife is a stay at home mom. The guy said that that street that we like was having a big Halloween party and we were welcome to come. Evidently the whole street and our street knows each other, and they all hang out all the time. They have parties for every holiday and showers whenever any of them are pregnant, and they just hang out. All of the stay at home moms hang out all the time, too.
So he told us to meet them at the stop sign that intersect our two streets at 7:00 and that everyone would trick or treat down the block and end up at the house where the party would be on the end of the block. We were so excited to finally meet these people with the cute houses. Would we like them? Would they be cool? Would they like us? Would we have anything in common? Could we be a part of their neighborhood click? Would we want to be?
So we took the kids first to this church that was having their fall festival and left in time to meet this elite group at the stop sign. We got home at about 6:55, dropped some stuff off inside the house real quick, then rushed outside to meet them. No one was there yet, so we went down our street trick or treating as we waited on them. 7:00 still no sign of said crowd. We felt a little stupid and forgotten, but we decided to trick or treat down the street anyway. We got about halfway down the block and ran into someone we knew from a while back. She, too, invited us to this party, although we were having second thoughts about going at this point.
We finally made it down to the end of the block to the house where the party was being held. The house was all abuzz. Kids and adults alike were dressed up as fun characters. We awkwardly stood near the door with our kids trying to decide if we were going to just trick or treat or ask to come into the party. We felt stupid and dorky. So we defaulted to just letting Samuel trick or treat it when the wife of the guy that Michael met on the street a week ago recognized our family and invited us in. Shew! That was my first hint that this might be a very welcoming crowd.
We walked in and everyone couldn't have been more friendly and welcoming. It was bizarrely pleasant. It was so pleasant that I wondered a couple times if they were all multi-level marketers or swingers or something. We made it through the whole night, though, without being solicited anything. It turned out to be just a really friendly, warm, modern Norman Rockwell type of neighborhood gathering.
We were so glad we decided to go. We couldn't believe that we have lived here 3 1/2 years and hadn't met these people yet. They were a little surprised, too. People kept asking if we were new to the neighborhood, and I was embarrassed to keep telling them how long we've lived here and before that Michael had lived across the street since he was 6 months old. But as one of the girls there said, now we're "in", so whenever we smell a grill going we are to invite ourselves over. Maybe we won't be neighborhood nerds anymore!
Monday, October 6, 2008
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (though not at my current job!)
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (I wish I still did)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
Friday, October 3, 2008
A successful Mother's Day Out program should probably include teachers who can speak better English than my two year old - is that wrong of me.
No one should have to live a butter-less existence.
Whoever made the chocolate chip vegan cookies at Whole Foods today rocked my world with double the chocolate chips than they usually use.
I LOVE my husband and miss him so much.
My house has stayed pretty clean with Michael out of the country...I'm just sayin'.
Don't keep Vaseline lying around a kid's room. It's fun just waiting to happen. And when it does, have a camera ready.
Why oh why would I ever allow myself to miss a yoga class when I feel so freaking good afterward?
I miss my husband.
Friday, September 26, 2008
I guess I don't really open up much, so that's why I censor. I've started working with my therapist about it. [Oooh, did she say "therapist"? She's totally going to admit to that?] Michael and I were doing some marriage counseling [that's right], and all these issues kept coming up with me. (I hate when things are my fault.) I started feeling a bit defeated, but it's mainly because I have a lot more "Dad" issues than Michael does. So we decided that I would do some therapy by myself to discover how my relationship with my dad affects the way that I live, think, feel, relate now.
I didn't want to do it, so I kept putting off calling to make the appointment. I finally did my first session on Thursday, quite reluctantly, and it went great. I didn't want to do it because it's just all so cliche. Yeah, my dad was a jerk, and now I have issues. Who doesn't? Nobody likes to be a whiner about it...well, I don't. Even when the counselor called our meeting "therapy", I kind of cringed. 'Oh brother! I'm in therapy for dad issues. How original.'
Dads can really screw kids up. You really don't hear about moms screwing their kids up as much as you do dads. But I guess that's just a reality of living in a fallen world; it sucks sometimes. But Heaven awaits!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
So I found Things I Want. I love it! I started a wish-list on there, so now I can store all the things I want, and I can go back and look and buy or re-sort. Or others can peek at my list, too. Tacky, I know, especially if you broadcast on your blog that you have a list, but helpful nonetheless. You can also see if other people have a list on there. Also, if you're having a shower you can use that as your registry if you don't want to have to just register at one store. Do your spouse or your mom a favor and definitely start your own list before Christmas!
Disclaimer: There may be a better list thing out there, but this was the first I came across that did exactly what I wanted it to do. Feel free to let me know of a better one out there that you might know of.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
For some people breastfeeding comes very easily and effortless but NOT for me. I got off to a rough start with Samuel. I tried to start reading The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding before I had Samuel, but it didn't hold my interest because it was all completely foreign to me. No one in my family breastfed, so I had no experience even being around it. You'd think that that would make me want to read it even more, but I was more wrapped up in reading about the actual birth. (By the way, I liked this book better for breastfeeding.)
Long-story-short, I ended up having an unplanned C-section with Samuel. I did everything incorrectly, got bad advice, didn't seek help from non-hospital sources (i.e. friends, La Leche), and ended up giving up after a week and a half because I had a low milk supply and couldn't get him to latch. I did, however, pump for a year and bottlefed him my pumped milk. He ended up getting about half breastmilk and half formula.
When Samuel was about 4 months old I found an online forum of women who had similar problems as I did with breastfeeding, and I spent the next year and a half learning as much as I possibly could from them as well as reading a TON. I was determined to have a successful breastfeeding relationship with my next baby.
So when Levi came along, I was so overly prepared - in a good way. I made certain that the hospital staff knew my desires, and they accommodated me greatly. I was able to nurse within the first hour after birth (very important) even though I had another C-section. I then nursed as often as I could - about every 2 hours. I struggled because he was very sleepy, and I was also dealing with a lot of pain due to his tongue-tie (and a couple of other reasons that I won't share).
The pain was bearable at the hospital, but once I got home it was immense. At times it was unbearable. I would latch the baby and literally scream because it hurt so bad. There were several times that I would finish nursing and just sob for about five minutes, partly because the pain was so great and partly because I was so frustrated. It wasn't supposed to be this hard! I thought I was prepared, and I was. I had my low-milk supply issues all dealt with, but I was in no way prepared to handle the nipple pain.
I thought about giving up several times that first week. I was planning which bottles I would buy as I was on my way to my lactation consultant's office at five days. Thankfully this time around I got some really good advice from two different lactation consultants, friends, and a La Leche league leader. I did get some poor advice a few times, but this time I knew how to tell the difference.
So we got Levi's frenulum (the flap underneath his tongue) clipped at one week old. Two days later the pain was almost completely gone. I was amazed. I couldn't believe that I almost threw it all away when it was so easily fixed. When I was in the moment, though, things were so crazy. I was working on practically no sleep; I was in pain all the time; I was recovering from major surgery. I vowed not to make any decisions between the hours of 8pm and 8am, and that helped tremendously.
So things were going great for a while. Then when Levi was 2 1/2 months old, I discovered that he is allergic to dairy. I already knew that he's got reflux, so this was just the icing on the cake. Welcome food restrictions! Keeping dairy out of my diet has been extremely difficult. I have to tell the waiter that I'm allergic to dairy so that they'll take me seriously when I go out to eat. It's no fun, but it makes me really glad that I didn't formula feed him.
Hopefully things will be smooth sailing until he weans. I'm sure I'll hit other bumps in the road, but I wouldn't keep doing it if it wasn't totally worth it. I know that I'm doing the best thing for little Levi, and the longterm health benefits that I get from breastfeeding are nice, too. Also, I always heard that the bond between a breastfeeding mother and her baby is so strong, but I never understood it until I experienced it myself. It's really amazing, and I would do it all over again knowing that it would be that hard.
So to all of you breastfeeding moms, Happy World Breastfeeding Week!
Friday, July 11, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
23 1/2 inches
Baby and Mama are doing fine.
The next morning after Ty was born, Larry, Julie's husband, and his brother Nate were in an accident with a drunk driver. You can read about it here. Larry and Nate were the ones in the red truck. Thank GOD they weren't hurt and that none of the kids were with them.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Have you ever met those people that don’t believe in birth control, and when you ask them their reasoning behind their belief they say, “Well, we just believe that children are a blessing,” to which I always sarcastically reply in my mind, ‘Oh, I don’t.’
Of course I believe children are a blessing, I just don’t want to be bearing them most of my adult life, thus I use birth control. I’m not even sure if I want more than two (it’s still a topic of debate in the ol’ Hedgpeth house). But that doesn’t take away from the fact that my boys are two of the biggest blessings in my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.
Now…that said…we had a bit of a scare the other night. I was feeling nauseated (you can see where this is going), and my lower back was aching like when I’m on my period or when I’m….pregnant. It was pouring down rain outside, but I sent Michael to the store to get me a pregnancy test. I told him to get the cheapo generic one, and he did. I quickly took the test…negative…shwew!
About fifteen or twenty minutes later, I dug the test out of the trash just to make sure. There was a hint of a line where there was not supposed to be a line. OMG!!! “Um…Michael…[nervous laugh] I think I might be pregnant.” With both Samuel and Levi the line was so faint you could barely see it. A minute or so later the tears came. I started BALLING. I could not believe it. I didn’t want to be pregnant, not now, not when I have a baby already.
So I sent Michael to the store again, this time to get the digital tests. He dutifully went. He was a bit freaked out himself, but he held it together well. While he was gone, I read every single word of the package insert of the first cheap test. It said that the test is inaccurate after ten minutes and not to read it, as it could give you a false positive. A glimmer of hope, but still the tears came.
Michael got home, and I immediately took the digital test. (Those are so cool, by the way.) It gives you a little flashing hourglass to let you know it’s working, and when it stops flashing it will give you the result. Michael was in there with me looking at the test at just the second that it flashed on the result: NOT PREGNANT. He said it aloud, and I jumped to look at it myself. RELIEF! I melted and kept staring at the result. I was so happy to not be pregnant right now. I took the other test in the box the next morning, and it was negative, too.
I still think kids are a blessing, and I would have loved that baby just as much as I love my boys. I’m sure glad, though, that that’s not something I have to do right now. 13 months apart is a bit too close for comfort.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Michael and I saved our pennies and nickels and got ourselves a shiny new (to us) '06 Toyota Sienna. It's not the color we prefer, but we got a good deal on it. You should have seen Michael haggling with the salesman. It was SWEEET.
They're going to tint the windows in case you were wondering...
Little League soccer fields - HERE I COME!!!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
- a good middle of the line, use-your-common sense approach to parenting
The Not Quite Crunchy Parent
-maybe you recycle and have a Hybrid, but you aren't quite considering growing all your own food in your backyard
Thursday, June 19, 2008
As I was running in there, frantically praying to Jesus that everything was okay, a million thoughts rushed through my head at once. Is it Samuel or Levi? Samuel can take a fall much more than Levi can. How bad is it? Could I be overreacting? Who cares if I am? Is this going to be a life-changing disaster? Will there be blood?
What had happened was that Samuel got the comforter in his hands and held it up in the air and was going toward Levi, who was innocently laying there, to try to smokescreen him. Michael quickly removed Levi from harm's way. Then Samuel for some reason took a left turn and walked right off the bed, getting tangled in the blanket, and falling head-first onto the floor.
I ran in to the room, and the first thing I saw was Levi on the bed, so I panicked that he fell. Then a second later I saw Samuel, and Michael was telling me to take him and that he would get Levi. Samuel was screaming, and he had a huge goose-egg bruise already on his forehead. I picked him up and held him close, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay and got a cold-pack to put on his head. Of course he wanted nothing to do with the cold-pack, so I had to use force to hold him down long enough to take away just a little of the swelling.
I did that for a little while, then gave up. It was better for him to just be calm than to freak out every time I put it on his head. So, we watched him for about 45 minutes, checked his pupils, then went to bed. Thank God it wasn't serious.
As I read the Dr. Sears page, I imagined what it would look like if Samuel did have any of those signs of head trauma. It reminds me that a life-shattering moment can happen at any time, even at home on a Wednesday evening.
I know that's a downer, but really it simply tells me to soak up every moment that I have with my precious boys. Life is so fleeting.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
So on Sunday at church they had this little video to honor the high school graduates for their big accomplishment (which Michael says is debatable, but I digress). When the pastor announced that they were about to show the video, I though, ‘Oh boy, here we go,’ not expecting to be totally enraptured in the video, especially since I don’t really know any of the kids.
It was basically a slideshow with slow pans and zooms over pictures of all of the seniors with some sentimental music playing over it. For each one of them they had a picture from when they were a baby, a kid, a preteen, and then their senior pictures with their names typed in a pretty font and “Seniors ‘08” or something to that effect.
So I’m sitting there watching it, and I suddenly have tears pouring out of my eyes. Whuuut! I wipe them away, making sure not to mess up my makeup. Seconds later, the tears come again! I lean over to Michael and whisper, “I can’t stop crying.” We quietly laughed about it, then I sent him to get me some tissue before the lights came back on and people saw that I was crying.
It’s so cliché to even say that it’s cliché, but time really does go by fast, especially when you have kids. Seeing the baby pictures of those seniors really made that cliché so real for me. Those baby pictures were taken in 1990! That wasn’t that long ago; I was in middle school in 1990.
I then imagined little Samuel and Levi’s baby pictures up there and tried to see them as 18-year-old boys about to leave home for college. Gosh! The tears are about to come again! You get the point.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Samuel started getting ants in his pants toward the end of the flight so I let him play with the sacred sunglasses
We went to Destin, FL this past week. It was beautiful, and we had a great time. We went with Michael’s family – Ann, John, Sharon, Madi, Grace, Adam and Courtney. We rented a big house near the beach. I flew out there with the boys and with Sharon while everyone else, including Michael, drove.
Vacations certainly aren’t the same with kids, but they’re still good for different reasons. Seeing the ocean through Samuel’s eyes is just priceless. He loved the beach. I kind of missed out on a lot because I had to nurse Levi constantly. Of course, he got diarrhea right before we left, so I had to make sure he didn’t become dehydrated. But I just had to accept the vacation for what it was and enjoy it. Levi’s only going to be this age once, so I wouldn’t trade experiencing his life for any vacation.
I did get to go to the beach with just Samuel once (along with Adam and Courtney). That was probably the highlight of the vacation. I don’t get a lot of one on one time with Samuel anymore, so that was pretty wonderful. He didn’t want to go into the water by himself, so he would say, “Hands! Hands!” He wanted me to take his hands so that he could climb up me so that I would hold him. It was cute. Then when the waves would hit him from behind, he would say, “Head! Head!” because they hit his head. I just love that boy!
I can’t wait for next year’s vacation so that Levi will be into it. Having a family is just great.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
So I hadn’t really been watching what I ate as far as breastfeeding goes with Levi because he had been so mellow. And maybe subconsciously I was just a little tired of all the restrictions. With Samuel I couldn’t eat so many of my favorite foods because they would give him gas or upset his reflux. When he turned one and I was no longer giving him my milk, I was so ready to load my Mexican food with hot sauce once again and my breakfast tacos with Tabasco. I was also ready to not have to order the non-chocolate desserts at restaurants again. And don’t get me started on alcohol. Much to my surprise, I lost my tolerance for spicy foods and became a very cheap drunk (calm down, I’m exaggerating).
Well, Levi’s reflux issues are getting worse, so it’s time to start enforcing restrictions on my diet once again [defeated sigh]. I would do anything for that sweet little boy, though, so it’s not going to be all too difficult [I say trying to convince myself that the chocolate brownie I had at On The Border tonight was really overrated]. At this point, though, his colic has gotten so bad I feel like it would be child abuse to not make a few dietary changes. He’s on medication, too, but that doesn’t clear it up completely.
So I looked up the list from The Baby Book of foods that aggravate reflux. I used to keep this list on the refrigerator with Samuel, and I just printed it up so that I could repost it to the frig door. Here it is:
- Acidic foods, citrus fruits and juices (orange, grapefruit, lemon), tomatoes, peppers, onions
- Caffeine – coffee, tea, soda
- Carbonated beverages
- Chocolate :(
- Fatty foods
- Fried foods
- High sorbitol fruit juices (prune, pear, and apple)
- Meats with a lot of gristle
- Peppermint and spearmint
- Stringy foods: seeds, skins, stringy fruits and vegetables
So I’m going to leave them out of my diet. It’s not too bad; I already leave most of them out of my regular diet anyway. Although, if that doesn’t work then I have to work off of the gassy baby fuss food list, which is much more restrictive:
- Dairy products
- Caffeine – coffee, tea, soda
- Soy products
- Citrus fruits
- Prenatal vitamins (The iron may be irritating to baby. Ask your OB for an alternative if this is the culprit.)
- Gassy vegetables:
- Green peppers
If I have to resort to this list I think I’ll cry.
Ah, the sacrifices of motherhood. I’ll be sure to remember to tell him of this to use as ammo as needed when he gets older.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Well, I’m back at the gym again, and it feels SOOO good. I quit working out at probably 34 weeks pregnant as I got increasingly fatigued from the enormity of my growing belly. I hate not working out; it makes me feel so gross. To those of you who have had a C-section, you can attest to the fact that things will never again be the same in the abs department (even some of you who had natural deliveries), but I’m still going to give it my all in hopes of at least shrinking the incriminating overhang. That has got to be the worst part of having a C-section. Yeah, the recovery sucks and the fact that you don’t get to experience childbirth is a bummer, but the flap that doesn’t go away is really the worst of it.
We’re going on a family vacation to Florida in May, and I hope to at least fit into my bathing suit by then. At the recommendation of a new friend of mine, I got The New Rules forLifting for Women, and it’s really a good book. The workouts are only about 30 minutes long, but they’re so good. I saw Salma Hayek on Oprah yesterday, and she just had a baby and was talking about losing the weight. I was so thrilled that she finally said what I’ve been thinking all along. Yeah, when you’re breastfeeding it burns a lot of calories so in theory you could lose the weight more quickly, but it’s NOT good for the baby! So slow and steady is the way to go.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
They called us into the red room (each room has a color). ‘Oh no,’ I recall, ‘this is the hot room.’ The red room is the room of the office that is always hot for some reason. Not a big deal, I’m sure you’re thinking, that is, of course, unless you’re slinging a baby, chasing a twenty-one month old, hormonal, and taking an herbal supplement that makes you hot all the time and makes your sweat smell like maple syrup.
So we waited in the red room for what seemed like forever for the doctor to see us. During that time, Samuel tried to find as much trouble as he could get into. He discovered that he could climb onto the chairs to turn the lights on and off and try to pull the signs off the wall. While I was nursing Levi, he tried to sneak up to the sink to play in the water. Later, I smell an all-familiar odor: Samuel’s man-poop. It smelled up the whole room. On top of that, they ask that you bag up your diapers and take them with you (understandable since they don’t want their office to smell like poop all day). So I put the man-poop diaper in a bag in my purse to dispose of when I got home.
At some point during the wait, Levi spit up for the 3rd or 4th time. As I was wiping him off, I turned around the see Samuel playing with the soap dispenser at the sink. He was getting soap all over his hands and wiping it all over the counter. Soap was everywhere. Thankfully I caught him right as he was about to squirt it into his mouth.
The doctor (who I really love) FINALLY came in to do the exam. She was almost finished when the secretary came in and said that she has a call. NOOOO! She left for a while to take the call. Meanwhile, Samuel continued to find more trouble. She finally came back and finished the exam, and we were on our way. Samuel made sure to find one more bit of trouble before we left by knocking over the stand for the stickers (that they give kids) on the way out.
Now both boys are sleeping, and I’m able to have a moment to blog about it all. Ahhh…life really is good. I’m sure I’ll look back on all those things and wish I could relive them. My sweet boys…they wear me out.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Oh my gosh, I can’t believe we’re almost out of the first two weeks of Levi’s infancy! The first two are the hardest, in my opinion, so I’m just about out of the woods. Levi has been such a champ these two weeks. He’s really a low-maintenance baby. I refrain from saying “good” baby, because the fact that other babies, like Samuel, cried a lot doesn’t make them “bad” babies; it just makes them “high-need” babies. Yes, Samuel was definitely high-need. He had GERD from the beginning and cried just about all day and well into the night. Poor thing. I felt so bad for him because there was very little that I could do for him (the medication helped, though). Levi rarely cries, although, he really likes to be held, which I’m totally fine with. He spends a lot of time in my sling carrier.
Breastfeeding was a great challenge, especially the first week. I was oh so close to quitting. I was planning my trip to Babies-R-Us to buy bottles as I was on my way to the lactation consultant’s office. I was talking myself into it and listing off all the positive aspects of bottle-feeding to Michael as he drove. The pain of breastfeeding was completely unbearable at times. After one feeding in which I cried out in pain for most of it, I sat on my glider and sobbed for about 5 minutes because I was so tired of hurting. Now, if I was reading this a month ago as if someone else wrote it I’d be saying, “Well, you probably just had latch problems, because it’s not supposed to hurt.” Yes, thank you, Judgmental Annie. I did have latch problems, but it was mainly the fault of Levi’s tongue-tie (when the frenulum is too tight underneath the tongue). I had a few other issues, but I think that was the big one. We got it clipped last Monday, and things have improved little by little each day. Today it hardly hurts at all.
I can’t believe that I almost quit! This was something that I wanted to work out so badly, and I just had to make small goals for myself– just make it until the lactation consultant visit tomorrow; just make it until Monday when we get the tongue-clip. Now we’re smooth-sailing! This time last week, though, I was so hopeless. Something valuable that I learned, though, was to reach out to people that have experience and wisdom in the area that I’m lacking. I sought a lot of help from the lactation consultants; I emailed my nursing mom friends; I put several messages on a breastfeeding support forum that I’m a part of; and I went to a La Leche League meeting to ask for help. All of those things were necessary in the success of our breastfeeding relationship. If I had not done just one of those things, then I might still be having issues now. Why am I so afraid to ask for help sometimes? It makes life so much easier! Also, it allows others to share in your victories, and it makes them feel good about themselves, too.
Another big question that people keep asking me is how Samuel is handling the transition. I think he’s doing pretty well. Every now and then he’ll get jealous, but for the most part he loves the baby. He constantly wants to point out and declare where Levi’s nose is, as well as his head, hands, ears, mouth, cheeks, and eyes (although we discourage this one as he tends to poke his fingers into his eyes). He also tells me when Levi’s crying, which is the sweetest thing in the world.
I love having two boys. It feels like a family now.Oh, and if you want to see some really ugly pictures of me and cute ones of Levi and Samuel, you can read about his birth on Samuel's blog.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Well, I’m up again. It’s 6:49 on a Saturday morning, and I can’t sleep. Samuel woke up wanting milk, and I told Michael to get it, but at first he didn’t want to. So I said I'd get it. Then he said that he would, but I got up anyway. I should have let him, because I knew that if I got up that I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, and here I am. Oh well. I kind of like being able to get on the computer and fiddle around the house while everyone’s asleep and Samuel’s not trying to bang on my keyboard. I’m also getting ready to be up all night pretty soon.
The common question that people keep asking me now is if I’m ready. My answer is always yes and no – to which they say, “Well, you look ready! You’re about to burst!” But I digress…I am ready to see my sweet little boy and start life with him. I’m so excited to hold him (and to get him out of my ever-expanding abdomen.) I’m also more than ready when it comes to practical preparations. I can’t think of anything else I need or have to do before Monday (except a few everyday household chores). But, nonetheless, I lay in bed with my mind racing trying to come up with stuff. I’m also a bit nervous about the hard work of it all, not that I can’t do it, just that I know that it’s going to be hard.
Also, what in the world! My body is not cooperating with things! On top of a sinus infection, my doctor’s office called me yesterday and told me that I have a bladder infection! Are you serious! So I’m on two different antibiotics that I can’t take at the same time of day. The one for the sinus infection ends on Sunday, which is good. But I’m not going to be able to finish the one for the bladder infection before Monday, and I can’t take it while I’m breastfeeding. Here’s to hoping it goes away without a full run of antibiotics! Pass the cranberry juice! Seriously, if anyone has any good home remedies for bladder infections/UTIs, I’m all ears.
Well, my next post will probably be a sweet little birth announcement. My surgery is on Monday the 25th at 12:30. I’m so excited! Please be praying that everything goes well.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
So they wanted to do another sonogram since my belly is rather large. I keep telling them I'm not surprised, but they just want to be careful, which I'm fine with. They said that they thought I had a large amount of amniotic fluid, and they want to monitor that.
Well, they were right. The amount that they usually say is "a lot" is 24cm of fluid (don't understand how it's in cm, but whatever), and I had 36cm. They also estimated Levi at weighing 9lbs. 2oz. at 37 weeks.
When they measured my belly I was 46cm, and if you don't know, you're "supposed" to be about 1cm per week pregnant. So normal would have been 37cm. He said that I'm measuring like I have twins. So I guess I shouldn't be getting too mad at people when they ask if I'm having twins.
Oh, also, Levi's head and belly are large, but his arms and legs are normal. Sounds like his big brother!
My doctor's office now does the 3-D sonograms for free, which is cool. She couldn't get a really clear picture because of his position, but it's still not bad. Here's his precious picture. I think he looks like Samuel!
Friday, February 8, 2008
"Woh's" and "Mote" have become a part of my son's vocabulary, and I'm not sure that that's a very good thing. At first it was cute. Everything starts out that way. Then I started to wonder if I was headed down a slippery slope!
"Woh's" means "Wiggles", and "Mote" means "Remote", as in, "Turn on The Wiggles with the remote, Mom!" (It's funny, too, that he doesn't care that The Wiggles are like so 5 years ago.)
At first we kind of forced him to watch The Wiggles. (We're really cheap, so we don't buy DVDs on our own. We borrowed this one from Mimi's house.) It was the first thing on TV that Samuel would actually sit still to watch. At first he would watch it for about 10 minutes straight, and that was valuable time that I could load or unload the dishwasher or cook dinner or whatever. So, like any desperate (and resourceful) mother, I kept it in the DVD player ready for such an occasion that I would need it. Now, I bet I could play it over and over all day long, and he would sit there for the whole day and watch it, literally.
Am I creating a couch potato! I hope not. What's so ironic about The Wiggles is that their goal is to get the kids up and dancing and singing. All of their songs have movements and dances, and they make it easy enough for the kids to follow along, but do you think any kids actually do that? I mean, really? Michael and I have both tried to get up and do the silly dances with Samuel, and he just laughs at us from his cozy position on the couch.
I really do try to get him moving as much as possible, though. [Assuring you that I really am a good mom.] We go to the park, play outside, clean up the house, etc. But if I need 38 minutes of uninterrupted, no-kid-hanging-off-my-leg time, I always know where to turn.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
There are few things that I loathe to do more than cleaning out poop from a tub-full of water with a toddler in it. It's got to be done, but, my gosh, is it gross! One can only hope for a hard-poop, but every now and then you're cursed with one that colors the whole tub of water.
I'm pretty calm and collected as I clean it up. (It's a defense mechanism, I'm sure.) I have my yellow rubber gloves on. I start the water draining. I take the poop out. I take all the toys out. I hose my son down again and bathe him over again. I sanitize all the toys and clean the tub out really well.
It's fine. I'm a mom. That's what we do. We clean up a lot of poop. A LOT of poop. Sometimes it's in a diaper. Sometimes it's not. Whatever.The thing that gets me, though, is thinking about it later. That's when the gag reflex usually kicks in. I'll walk into the bathroom and remember the scene from earlier. I'll remember feeling the poop through my rubber glove…the smell after the water has drained…the frustration at my son when he tries to pick up the undigested raisins from his poop…the anger I feel when he splashes the water....
Yep, that's when the gag reflex kicks in.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
So I'm blogging a lot lately because late in pregnancy one tends to get insomnia, at least I do. Samuel's getting his molars, so he wakes up screaming, and it takes him a long time to calm back down. That, in turn, wakes me up completely, as if I've had a double-shot of espresso. So I retreat to the laptop in hopes that it will make me sleepy, but it usually just wakes me up more. It does get my mind off the frustration of being completely awake, though.
Sleeping is also not the most comfortable thing I can do nowadays. I'm a back-sleeper, and, being pregnant, I have to sleep on my side which is so not so comfortable for me, even with my big Snoogle pillow. As I lay in bed I keep fantasizing about the day that I give birth and I can lay on my back in that comfortable hospital bed that reclines just as much as I want it to. [Aahhh…] Until then…
So I'm growing out my bangs, and I think every girl can relate to the drudgery that entails. At first you just look like you're in need of a haircut. Then you get to the phase that you're trying to pin them to the side forever. (I can't seem to make this cute.) Then it eventually looks like a layer of hair, but it's not shaped as well as a layer. Then there's the glorious day that it becomes part of your regular hair, and your hairdresser even trims it because it's long enough! You thought that day would never come, but, alas, you're free!
I saw a greeting card once that said, "Congratulations!" On the inside: "You grew out your bangs!" I could so relate to the joy of that moment being commemorated by receiving a greeting card. [Hint. Hint.]
I hate growing out my bangs, but I guess it needs to be done. I thought it was cute having them, especially when I wore a ponytail, but Michael didn't much care for them. I could say, "Who cares if he doesn't like them; I'm keeping them," but, really, no one wants to feel unattractive to their spouse. There are plenty of restrictions I put on him (i.e. no facial hair, his hair can't be too short, etc.), so I guess I'll give in to this one.
Anyway….it's 5AM, and my baby shower is today. I should try to sleep.
I love a song that makes you raise one eyebrow as you sing it, a song that makes you feel like you're the [you know what]. I've had one of these songs in my head for the past hour or so: "Play with Fire" by the Rolling Stones. The one-eyebrow raise part goes, "But don't play with me or you're playin' with fire." Oooh…that's right…you imagine telling people as you drive down the road singing it.
Never in real life would I feel that a situation would warrant me saying that to anyone [laughing just thinking about it], but as the song plays I feel it ring true. :P
"Irreplaceable" by Beyonce is another good one-eyebrow raising song. Leave a comment if you can think of any other songs that make you have attitude, shift your head from side to side, and raise that eyebrow as you sing driving down the road? You know what I'm talking about; you've all done it when no one is watching…especially you girls.
Friday, February 1, 2008
My baby is so dang big. I'm not complaining, just remarking. I'd rather have a big baby than a super small baby because they tend to be healthier, at least it seems that way. But he's pretty big. It just runs in the family. My sister's kids were all around 10 pounds, and I was 10lbs. 4oz. No big deal, just hereditary.
At 34 weeks the sonogram estimated that little Levi weighed 6lbs. 8oz. That's big since he's supposed to keep growing for 6 more weeks. And I'm not surprised since Samuel was 10lbs. 13oz. when he was born.
I wouldn't mind so much as long as people weren't idiots. Seriously, who doesn't know that you're NEVER under ANY circumstances supposed to ask a pregnant woman if she's having twins! At least two people have asked me this, and they're WOMEN! You also aren't supposed to use the expression, "You look like you're going to pop." That's just rude, folks, especially when I still had 2 months to go. And, yes, my belly enters the room long before I do, but don't tell me that you noticed that.
Offer me your seat. Hold the door for me. Let me cut in line. Tell me I'm glowing. But do not ask me how I'm not tipping over. Come on…seriously. Don't you know that I'm hormonal and can blow at any moment. Just ask the cashier at Tom Thumb or the sales clerk at Fry's. I'm sure they'll think twice next time they encounter a mom-to-be.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
So I'm 35 weeks pregnant, and I'm switching OBs. Ugh! I hate to do it, but I really don't like the office that I'm at right now. So I'm going back to my old office. It's familiar, comfortable, and the nurses and office personnel are kind.
My theory is that if the office personnel and nurses are rude, the wait averages an hour, you're made to feel dumb when you have questions on the phone, and the answering service makes you cry, then you probably don't want to have a baby under their care, even if the doctor is said to be good. I started getting a sinking feeling every time I thought of the office, so I thought it was time to move.
This means that I may not have Levi on the 26th like we had planned with the crappy office. I'll let you know when the new date is.
So I'll have Levi at the same hospital that I had Samuel. Oooh! Maybe the new doctors office will give me the gift card to the swanky photography place like last time after Samuel was born. I hope so because it was nice, although I did end up spending $300 anyway even after the $100 gift card. But I heard that they've upped the cards to $200. Woohoo!
I don't need the stress of switching doctors right now while I'm big and pregnant, but I also don't need the stress of an incompetent office. Oh well.