Friday, August 19, 2011

The things I do for love

There are few things in the world I love more than ice cream. Half and half being one of them, followed by hot, fresh, white bread with Irish butter, followed by X. I love him more than my morning coffee and more than butter. Which is crazy because when I was a baby my mom caught me eating a stick of butter dipped in sugar. That is how much I love this little boy. Which is good, because I have to give up ALL OF THAT.

 Hopefully not for forever. At least for two weeks. See, X has been having some health issues. Nothing serious, but he has eczema (on his butt of all places, which is really, really rare and causes diaper rash issues) and another skin rash on his torso. He also seems to have some sort of allergy that causes his eyes to be swollen and look tired all the time, plus he is congested a lot. I thought it was just him getting used to being in the world and not in my belly, but apparently not. I guess a lot of that sounds like a food allergy. And since all of his food comes from me, that means I am giving him the allergy. Now, they can test for milk protein allergies in a baby, but that is all. I don't want him having allergy tests this young so we are going the other route--I will stop eating the five most allergy inducing foods, then add them back one by one and see if any of them cause a reaction. I guess it can take up to a week for some foods to leave my system, and another week for him, so for two full weeks I am not eating anything with wheat, dairy, eggs, peanuts or fish. Did I mention that is EVERYTHING I EAT. I don't eat a lot of meat or grains, and I do eat a lot of fresh produce--but I eat it with yogurt, or cheese, or a cookie. Hell, I can't have granola bars or goldfish crackers or even gluten free health food because it has freaken dairy or eggs in it. It is seriously ridiculous. No beer :( No eating out :( No ice cream. Then I get to reintroduce it, wait at least 48 hours and see what happens. If nothing happens I can keep eating it, if not it is off my plate for the next 21 months. Damn that is a long time. So today I had an almond butter and jam sandwich on gluten free bread, some fruit, some cinnamon graham cookie things that have a distinct aftertaste similar to carob (puke) and quinoa and amaranth mixed with sauteed zucchini and cabbage. And a shit ton of almonds. And two Larabars. And I am still starving because all I want is the damn little debbie oatmeal cookie sandwich that I bought before I knew I couldn't eat it.
12 more days to go. I can do this, but fuck X, if you could stop depriving me of things that would be great, you already took over my sleep, my body and my bed. Leave the damn icecream alone.

Monday, August 15, 2011

A little bit of positive thinking

Seeing as it is breastfeeding awareness month, I figured I would take a break from bitching and actually write something positive. Don't worry, my "feel sorry for me blog" will be back soon. I still don't love breastfeeding, but I do have a new appreciation for it, so here are the 10 things I do actually like about it, in no particular order, because really, how do you rank superiority and the health of your child?
  1. X is super healthy. He is huge and no one can say I feed him too much, because you can't over feed a breastfed baby, whereas if he was formula fed everyone would be concerned.
  2. I don't ever have to make, transport or wash bottles. Seriously, a crying baby while you wait for the water to heat up, asking a waiter for a mug of hot water or cleaning a bottle you found in the couch a week later. No thank you. Plus, it is always with me. No running out here.
  3. We cloth diaper. Breastfed poop is WAY better than formula poop.
  4. My boobs are huge. Useless for sex, but at least enticing.
  5. I can calm X down immediately.
  6. When anyone, for any reason, suggests that I start solids early, or give juice, or water, or whatever, I can pull up a million sources saying breastmilk is the super food--no supplementation needed.
  7. I don't need to research the quality of his food, or getting the right nutrients, or vitamins or anything. I have WAY more time to shop online for yoga clothes, as I did this morning.
  8. I have lost all but 7 pounds of my baby weight, and there was a shit ton of that.
  9. I can smuggly say to anyone that I breastfed and it was hard and I did it anyway, so suck it up and do it too :) Plus, I can tell anyone that I sacrificed for my baby and what did they do? Huh? Yeah, that is what I thought.
  10. I get to go to meetings about breastfeeding. Seriously, I love it.
  11. ooooh, I actually have 11-- I can buy clothes with the excuse that I really need them.

Okay, X wants in on this action, time to nurse for the gazillionth time.
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Friday, August 12, 2011

You raise your kid, I'll raise mine

I'm really sick of unsolicited advice, or flat out criticism. I'm not sure if its lack of sleep, hormones, motherly instincts or just plain bitchiness, but fuck people, SHUT UP! The thing is, I am not an idiot, in fact I am chronically well informed--I have a compulsive need to know, well, everything. So, unless you are a doctor, no scratch that, unless you are MY doctor, leave your opinions out, because that is what they are, opinions, because you are not an expert either. Honestly, I don't give a damn how many kids you've raised, how you fed your children, what worked for you and I damn well don't give a shit what your opinions are of how I raise mine. That is why he is MINE. Go raise your own! If you ask me how my son sleeps and I say he still wakes 2-3 times a night to eat that doesn't mean I want your "fix" because it isn't broken. Breastfed babies don't sleep through the night until 6 months to 1 year usually. Oh, and sleeping through the night is defined as 5-6 hours. Me saying I'm tired is just a fact, parenting, especially single parenting, is exhausting. It just is, that is why I took a year off, so I could raise my baby.

I'm just over it. I very consciously raise my son, it isn't an accident. Do I think people who make other choices are going to do severe damage to their kids? No. I really don't, but I'm still not doing it. Parenting choices are for parents. I choose to co-sleep, exclusively breastfeed, let X self-wean, cloth diaper, carry and play with my son all day and never hit him, EVER. I don't choose to let him cry, put him down if I don't need to or clean my house daily. I don't know any 16 who still sleeps with his or her parents, breastfeeds or is completely codependent. The research says attachment parenting leads to dependent, confident, inquisitive children. But more than that, it doesn't even matter, because it is my choice. I have to live with it, and letting my son cry or giving him rice cereal so he'll sleep better is not what I believe is best for him, and I can't live with not doing what I think is best for him. I also can't live with regretting not holding him more, or playing with him, or soothing him as soon as possible, but I can live with dog hair, dust and dishes. If you can't, then don't. But fucking stop telling me what I should do. And if anyone, ever, for any reason hits my kid (spanking, flicking, tapping--however you justify it) they won't see him. I don't care why, or how much you believe it is right or what your relationship is to him.
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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Tit for Tat

X boycotted all substantial naps yesterday. To be fair, we helped because we kept taking him places. But honestly, the longest nap he took was 30 minutes at about 11:00, so I was hoping he'd sleep well. At 9:30 he finally went to sleep and slept on my chest until 12:30 when I went to bed. I just took him with me because I really just wanted to get to sleep since on a good night he'd wake up at 2:30 to eat (5 hours being the longest he's ever slept, and doing that like 5 times total) and I figured it would be more like 1:00. To my surprise he woke, extremely pissed and convinced I was starving him, at 4:30!! So I fed him, and we went back to bed. At 6:30 I awoke and looked down at my little snuggle bug who was curled up next to me with his little mouth open licking my bra. It was actually really cute, and I wish I had mastered side-lying nursing. Figuring he was hungry, I mean what more do you want in a cue, I got up. OH MY GOD. My boob hurt so fucking much, it was like shooting pain every time I moved and it literally was the size of a melon. My bed had this huge milk leak circle under where I was laying and X wasn't even hungry, he was just licking my bra because it was drenched in milk. He was probably snacking like that all night. Now I really feel like a cow. So I got up and fed him anyway, although he really didn't eat, just laid there while milk flowed freely into his mouth and then fell asleep and I still had a melon sized boob that ached. So now I am blogging and pumping away. So my delightful son got some solid sleep, I however, am up before him anyway. Damn it, I should have just gone to bed at 9:00 too, then I would have gotten some kick ass sleep so that I could deal with my engorgement.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Best Idea Ever

Putting the pack and play in the living room. X is not a huge fan of sleeping in his swing, I think it is too confining. He will do it for about 30 minutes, but then he wakes up cranky. I think he likes to stretch. Right now little man is asleep in the bassinet part of the pack n play though, all stretched out and happy, and I am blogging and drinking coffee, success!

Lately I have been only blogging about X, well, he is sort of all I do. Someone said the other day that they don't feel like a stay at home mom, they feel like an unemployed bum who happens to have a baby. I sort of feel that way. I also feel super bored and overwhelmed simultaneously. I don't think I am cut out for this staying home business. I just need more mental stimulation, and going to the zoo or park or mall, while better than staying home, just doesn't replace the insane amount of mental processing that teaching requires. Teaching is the hardest thing I have ever done, and I miss it. Even though it is still summer break, I miss planning for next year, I miss my kids, I miss my colleagues. I love my son more than anything in the world, and I wouldn't want it any other way (there is no way I could take him to a daycare now), but sometimes it is just too much. Too much nothing. What did I do today? I worried about runny poop, I breastfed, I looked at facebook every ten minutes because I can do it one handed on my phone. I just don't love staying home, or going to the zoo, or really being a dairy cow. I love his smile and seeing him learn and do more everyday, and when (if) we have another one I want to take a year off, but really, how do people do this ALL THE TIME!

On the bright side, breastfeeding is WAY better. Like, I can totally do it. As soon as I stopped using the lanolin and switched to the other stuff I got so much better. Now I only use the other stuff when I pump or when X cluster feeds. It still hurts some, and I get crazy pinching/shooting pains inside, like where my rib cage is under my boobs, but not too bad. I don't have to take ibuprofen anymore. Seriously, it is better. For anyone reading this and struggling, it took more than two months, but it really is okay. Just think of it as the 4th trimester of pregnancy (yes, I know that is stupid) and the worst one. No sleep, painful breast, ridiculous mood swings--but a really awesome baby. I still miss feeling like my boobs are sexy. I am not sure I ever will again, or that Mike will, since the other day they were leaking all over the place as I was getting dressed and he was sitting right there. Oh bother. I guess they are made for feeding my son, not for sex, but boy would it be nice to use them for sex.

Speaking of which, I got my IUD the other day. I was so prepared for it to hurt. And it didn't. At all. I didn't even know it happened. Granted, X was screaming so I was distracted, but honestly the part that hurt the most was the damn jacking open of my vagina. Yeah, once again, MY BLOG.  I had cramping afterwards for a few days, but nothing worse than my period other than that X likes to kick me right where I was cramping and that sucked. Some bleeding for a few days and now 99% effective birth control for 10 years!! Whoo hoo. No pills, no condoms, no hormones. Just toxic copper to kill Mike's sperm. Awesome. Now we can commence intimate activities. That is if I can get X out of our bed. 

However, Mike is leaving for two weeks. Gulp. I manage now pretty well, but he comes home from work and holds the baby. We talk. We go for walks. He is usually my only adult interaction. And now he will be gone for two solid weeks. I realize people single parent, and spouses get deployed, and people have worse, much worse, than I do. But, I didn't sign up for any of that. I met someone who would never abandon his son, who makes enough money for me to stay home, and unfortunetly still has a year left on his military contract. I just didn't realize how hard two weeks alone would be. A few years ago I went to Cali for vacation and Mike kept Ella. He had to get up every day and walk her. After the first week he called to tell me how much it sucked to get up every day and walk her without a break. I had been doing that for about 6 months, but never said anything because she was my dog. He realized how bad it was and from then on always walked her when he worked nights and when he was off at least one day so that I could sleep. Now I have X and he can't get up with him and feed him, but I assure you it sucks just as much. Mike is awesome with Ella now, he walks her pretty much every day that he works. When he is off I try to leave X in bed with him and walk her if X is willing. That way my boys can sleep in since I usually can't because of X anyway. Or I will take both of them. The thing is, I can't have a break, ever. Being a mom is just different than being a dad, at least if you breastfeed. Anyway, now I have to walk the dog and take care of X. I can't just leave him in bed. Or take the dog out in the evening when Mike gets home. Nope, it will be get up, feed X, put him in a carrier (our stroller is broken) take the dog out, come home, make coffee, bathe X, put him down for a nap (hopefully), get a quick shower (hopefully), feed X, try to eat something, try to run errands or do chores, feed X, carrier, walk dog, try to eat something, feed X, try to do some chores or laundry, feed X, walk dog, feed X, bed. For two weeks. And then Mike gets back and goes to work. Oh well, at least I won't be walking the dog all the time.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

First Pro Sport

On Thursday we went to the Rockies game to celebrate John and Kara's upcoming nuptials. I thought it was a fun way to spend the day and Otto was going to be there too. I was wrong. There are many reasons why taking an 8 week old to a Rockies game is a bad idea. Foremost, Coors Field is in LoDo. There is NO parking in LoDo, ever. So we parked about 10 blocks away for the price of $20. I loaded X into the Ergo and traipsed across Denver in 95 degree weather. That is reason number too, Denver is HOT in the summer. Like really hot. Strapping a 14 pound baby in a black carrier to my chest was brilliant. Then there is the issue of X and noise. He doesn't care for it. The game had HORRIBLE umping, so there was a lot of yelling and he got upset. He also didn't nap. Mostly because he was probably hungry. Why? Because breastfeeding is hard for me. Breastfeeding in sunlight in 95 degree weather in the upper stands of Coors Field was almost impossible and X was not having it. He just wouldn't, or maybe couldn't, do it. So we spent the rest of the evening nursing and sleeping in the cool of the house. He went to sleep finally around 6:00 and didn't get up until 8 the next morning, just waking to nurse every 2 hours. It just wasn't fun. Maybe if Mike was there too it would have helped, because by the time we left, only 2 hours after finally getting into the stadium (will call gave my ticket to someone else, no idea how that happened but it took an extra 30 minutes to just get the fuck inside) we walked back to the car. But X would not go into the Ergo, so I had to carry him, facing out, all the way back to the car, which was parked outside the Rescue Mission which I think serves dinner at 6:00, it was almost 5:00 so the line was already forming. Awesome. Maybe next year....

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Just some photos from week seven
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