Monday, July 18, 2011

8 Weeks

Another almost month. Really, why can a month not just be for weeks? Anyway, X you have been here for 8 weeks and in that time you have completely changed me and dad's lives. Dad has gone back to work more than full time so that I can stay home with you which is awful, but it makes it possible for me to stay home with you, and we both believe that is the most important. You stayed alone with dad for quite a few hours so that I could go to the doctor, and you cried the whole time. Thanks for showing dad how difficult you can be sometimes. Overall though, even with that day, you are a happy baby. You don't really like tummy time anymore, but prefer to sit up and check out the world. You are also opposed to being carried facing inwards as you would rather check out the world. Recently you have discovered toys and love a little cloth monkey and a peacock with different textures and colors. More than anything you love a monkey mobile that is a complete piece of junk. You have a very nice, expensive mobile that you sometimes like, but the monkeys, they are SO funny. You just laugh and laugh at them. You spend most of your day smiling at me, laughing, making faces and practicing sticking out your tongue. You grow a lot and fast, but in the last week have slowed down. You currently weigh 13 pounds and 7 ounces, 4 pounds more than when you were born. You are 23 inches long. This puts you in the very large, over 90th percentile reading. Today you got two shots, a DTaP and a HIB. You cried for a minute and then stopped when daddy held you. I think it was harder for me than you. As I write this you are in your rocking chair, playing with your peacock and laughing at me. You still dislike socks, but you hate being cold, so we make you wear them. Everyone who meets you loves you and you get lots of compliments from strangers. You are such a happy baby and just want attention. I could sit all day and just play with you. Well, that is what I do most days. I still have not figured out how to put you down and take a shower, but I am sure I will get there. I just love you so much little man.





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Bathroom Remodel




My very good fried Millie just went through a bathroom remodel, of the only full bathroom in her house. I can commiserate with this since we did it last summer. Thank god X did not exist yet. Although this was last year, and not baby related at all, I am still posting it here so that Millie can see it :)

One day last July Mike was playing video games and heard an odd dripping noise. After some investigation he realized it was coming from the ceiling, directly below the shower that I was currently in. This was way (the picture is taken upwards from our living room of a broken pipe in the subfloor).








This is how ugly it was before. I wish I had a picture of it before we ripped it out, it was hideous anyway.














During the rip out--Mike did almost all of this part, I am a wuss. 

 This hole in the floor from where the pipe broke. We had to fix it from the bathroom so we had to take out the floor, the subfloor and then put it back in. Thank god Mike is handy, and that Home Depot offers credit cards.
 Instead of doing water resistant drywall, we went with cement board. Why? It doesn't rot. Ever. It is heavy and expensive, but it is cement. Totally worth it. The previous water resistant drywall was so rotted it was disgusting, and neither of us ever wanted to deal with it again.
Then I started to tile. PITA. I did all of the tile. I am pretty impressed with myself. Mike makes things stable and safe, I make them pretty :)




 I even tiled the floor, which was a huge pain in the ass because we chose large tiles and had to cut a lot of them. Cutting tile sucks. Mike did that part. We also picked white tile, we have a black dog. In retrospect it was a poor decision.
 All done!


Friday, July 8, 2011

Adventures in Baby Wearing

I will post later, I just want to get some photos up!











Thursday, July 7, 2011

6 weeks





It is sort of a blur. We did something I'm sure. X fell asleep on his own for the first time. That's all I got. Oh, and he is interested in mobiles now. Let's just do pics.
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Appreciation

Since having X there are quite a few things that I am grateful for, that either didn't impact me before him, or I took for granted.

I am really grateful for ADA (American's with Disabilities Act). It ensures that there are elevators, ramps, huge bathroom stalls and automatic door openers in most public places. I am not sure about the specifics, but it makes my life so much easier.
Speaking of bathroom stalls, I am so grateful for them because it is honestly easier to go to bathroom in public than at home since I can just take him with me and not worry about him or Ella.
I LOVE Flatiron's Mall--it has new parent parking and a nursing lounge, I go there once a week just to get out of the house.
My cousin Amy. She has been a life saver. I call her with anything about X or me. She has come over to the house to help me breastfeed, taught me how to use baby carriers and generally just let me hang out with her. I idolized her when I was a kid, so having it now is pretty amazing.
Crockpots--I am not a big crockpot cooking person. In fact, I generally think it is gross. But I can make my family dinner because I have one. So once a week I use it and am getting better at figuring out recipes that are not so high in sodium and processed materials.
Kindle on my phone--I have a Kindle, it has some issues, but even if it worked properly having the app on my phone is amazing. I can read all the time now. I still need two (well three really) hands to breastfeed X, but after he eats he needs held upright so he doesn't spit up his entire meal and then after I change him he needs rocked back to sleep. It takes about 45 minutes each time he is up--15 minutes to eat, 15 minutes upright, diaper change and then 15-30 minutes until he is back asleep, so I lose anywhere from 1-1.5 hours of sleep every time he gets up (which last night was every two hours). However, I can read for at least 30 minutes of that (if I am not falling asleep).
Super stores--If I didn't hate Wal-Mart I would be all about it. Getting groceries, fabric, baby supplies, clothes and who knows what else would be amazing, since getting baby in and out of the car is the hardest thing.
Drive-through anything, but particularly Starbucks, I just wish there were healthier drive through restaurants, or place you could call and order, then drive through.
Text messaging--talking on the phone is almost impossible, texting is so much easier because you can do it at your pace. If the baby is screaming I just wait. Plus I can text, shush or sing and bounce all at the same time.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Venting

Warning, this post will have lots of expletives and general complaining as well as a pity party for me. If you aren't game, peace the fuck out.

So, breastfeeding....it was going better. Great, no. Enjoyable, far from. But just another thing I did that I didn't really like, yes. Sort of like waxing my eyebrows, but 12 times a day (speaking of which, I REALLY need to do something about my unibrow). I had gotten to the point where I was like, hey, I can do this for a year.

Then BAM. What happened? I don't fucking know, but something happened. All of the sudden my normal super boob started hurting like hell. No idea why. It happened the same time I switched from Lansinoh to Nuk breast pads, but I have no idea if there is a connection. Needless to say, I don't use the Nuk ones anymore. It felt like there was a splinter in my nipple, it ached sort of all the time, but if ANYTHING touched it it became much more painful. Well, nipples are sort of touching something all the time. Since then (about a week, maybe two) it has gotten worse. When I first looked it at I couldn't see anything wrong, but over the week the tissue on the very front of my nipple has been deteriorating, getting sucked off, fuck I don't know, but there is a gulley that runs down the front of my nipple. Painful as fuck. Well, I decided to pump instead last week.

Pumping was awesome, it felt so good to get all of the milk out. But whoa, my boob freaked the fuck out and went on hyper drive and made so much milk I got engorged. My nipple wasn't even pliable. It hurt so bad. So I went back to breastfeeding, the break didn't help at all. In fact, it hurt more to feed X after my 24 hour hiatus than it did before. But we went on. Then yesterday I couldn't take it anymore and I made an appointment with another lactation consultant. This will be my official 4th appointment. It is on Friday. FUCK. I have to feed my kid until then.

And that is the fucking  nonsense with breastfeeding. You can't just take a break. You have to feed or pump, if you don't, your milk will go away or you will get engorged, or both. I can't just give him frozen milk for a day, I still have to pump.

And pumping hurts more than feeding him. I have no idea why. It hurts my nipple which makes no sense since nothing is touching it, I feel like I have a bruise where my skin meets my areola and I get shooting pains up into my breast. After I am done it aches for hours, literally. As an added benefit, starting last night, when I pump I get close to nothing. Last night I barely got 3.5 ounces, that is after getting over 6 the week before. Then this morning, less than 1 ounce. Fuck, I can't even feed him that. And now he is resisting eating on that side.

So I think I have a clogged milk duct which is why I can't feed him or pump. I found some very small bumps, so I have been massaging them. What is the cure of clogged milk ducts? Pumping and feeding and warm showers. FUCK.

Okay, I am done now. I am tempted to call WIC and get formula and say FUCK ALL THIS SHIT. But it is the last thing I have, I don't want to give it up. It is the only thing I can give X right now and I feel like a horrible, incapable parent that I can't do it.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Things I wanted...

Having a baby changes everything. Yes I knew that before I had one, and yes it is completely worth it, but holy shit. Just saying.

It seems that x's purpose in life is to prove me wrong, repeatedly. I wanted a natural birth, nope. I wanted to love breastfeeding, nope. And now its cloth diapers. I LOVE cloth diapers. Love them. They're cute and healthy and better for the environment. Kids potty train sooner and have less rashes. Plus the money-we're talking thousands in savings. Yet my wonderful little boy has had three rashes in his five weeks of life. We re-washed everything, started using different detergent in our machine to prevent build up, tried each type of diaper individually to see what caused it and yet he has another rash. Wtf? I put him in 7th generation disposable so that I can use rash cream but they're so expensive.

I've been writing this post for over a week so I'm giving up and just postings it.
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