Okay, at this point, I should be able to get out a calendar and count how many freakin' weeks there are left, subtract from 40, and voila! I'd know how many weeks pregnant I am.
Okay...I'm back. Definitely 33 weeks, 5 days. Phew. I feel better.
I had a doctor's appointment this morning. I had to bring BOTH children with me. One of the lovely perks of this doctor/midwife practice is they have evening hours. So I've been able to go to my appointments after Jeff gets home from work. Unfortunately, once you start scheduling appointments closer together, there is less availability. So the only thing they had for this week was at 9am. Ugh. How I dreaded bringing both kids.
It wasn't bad. Not bad at all. They got us in pretty quickly, so there was hardly any wait time. Out in the waiting area where there are kiddie toys, that is. Once we got back into the 6ft x 6ft examining room (full of tantalizing tubes, wires, and cabinets), we had a little longer wait. I don't know if there was any point to the appointment, though, because the nurses and midwife were so enamoured by my 2 kids, they didn't pay any attention to me. Lily was fretting while they took my blood pressure...and I'm pretty sure the nurse didn't even look at the gage or listen, because she was so busy reassuring the baby. After she listened to the baby's heartbeat (all the while talking to Andrew...who said it wasn't the heart, it was the wind), I asked what the heart rate was today. She paused and then said, "Oh, 144, 140, right around there." Hmmmm, doesn't sound like she listened. Weight gain? Who knows. I know I gained some, but it wasn't mentioned. By the time the midwife got in there, Lily was DONE with being restrained in the umbrella stroller (which barely left room for the poor midwife). So I didn't ask any questions or talk with the midwife at all (I'd never met this particular one before...I still feel like I haven't met her).
All in all, I wish we could just skip these middle of the road appointments. Especially with the kids. Because although both Lily and Andrew did fabulous, there really was no point to today.
Until next appointment in two weeks...at 6:30 pm, thank heavens!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Natural Big Brother
Today I witnessed one of the sweetest things in life. My boy defending my girl.
Andrew has always loved Lily. A lot more since she started smiling at him...oh, a year ago or so. She has him so wrapped around her little finger. He has his bothersome, aka, "normal" big brother moments like sticking his foot out to trip her as she walks by. Or pulling on her ponytail. But darned if he isn't mostly patient and kind to her. So stinkin' sweet.
We went to Burger King today. We haven't been in about a month...since Lily started trying to walk. I knew she'd want to get down and try and play, but since her early walking was mostly falling...ew. So we went back today, and she had a BLAST. We went early, so there were just 2 other boys there...and they both happened to be 4 years old. SCORE! So Andrew tramps off with the boys while Lily explores this play area. NOTE: Lily doesn't climb yet...otherwise this achey/huge preggo lady would still be avoiding BK. ;) Lily is of course trying to follow the boys whenever they are at ground level. Andrew talks to her and plays with her a bit. The other boys started calling her a stinky baby, and Andrew says loudly, "She's not stinky. She's cute and fun. If you say that again, I'm not going to play with you." Later she climbed into a car thingy and the other boys said, "Let's get that stinky baby out of our car." Andrew blocked them from her and told them he wouldn't let them through to her. Later still she was trying to climb up the slide and Andrew called up the slide, "Don't come down right now, my baby sister is at the bottom."
Now, if that display of love and defensiveness combined with the sibling pictures below doesn't make you a) want a sibling for your child or b) make you wish you had a big brother then you are a cold-hearted fish.
And all I can think is, are we going to destroy this beautiful relationship between Andrew and Lily by introducing a third wheel? I can't help but think that Andrew is such a great big brother, he'll just envelope baby boy under his other wing.
Andrew lets Lily practice her walking. Thank God we don't have to lead her around. Andrew steers. Thank you Andrew!
Seriously...isn't this the sweetest picture ever???
Andrew has always loved Lily. A lot more since she started smiling at him...oh, a year ago or so. She has him so wrapped around her little finger. He has his bothersome, aka, "normal" big brother moments like sticking his foot out to trip her as she walks by. Or pulling on her ponytail. But darned if he isn't mostly patient and kind to her. So stinkin' sweet.
We went to Burger King today. We haven't been in about a month...since Lily started trying to walk. I knew she'd want to get down and try and play, but since her early walking was mostly falling...ew. So we went back today, and she had a BLAST. We went early, so there were just 2 other boys there...and they both happened to be 4 years old. SCORE! So Andrew tramps off with the boys while Lily explores this play area. NOTE: Lily doesn't climb yet...otherwise this achey/huge preggo lady would still be avoiding BK. ;) Lily is of course trying to follow the boys whenever they are at ground level. Andrew talks to her and plays with her a bit. The other boys started calling her a stinky baby, and Andrew says loudly, "She's not stinky. She's cute and fun. If you say that again, I'm not going to play with you." Later she climbed into a car thingy and the other boys said, "Let's get that stinky baby out of our car." Andrew blocked them from her and told them he wouldn't let them through to her. Later still she was trying to climb up the slide and Andrew called up the slide, "Don't come down right now, my baby sister is at the bottom."
Now, if that display of love and defensiveness combined with the sibling pictures below doesn't make you a) want a sibling for your child or b) make you wish you had a big brother then you are a cold-hearted fish.
And all I can think is, are we going to destroy this beautiful relationship between Andrew and Lily by introducing a third wheel? I can't help but think that Andrew is such a great big brother, he'll just envelope baby boy under his other wing.
Andrew lets Lily practice her walking. Thank God we don't have to lead her around. Andrew steers. Thank you Andrew!
Andrew lets Lily tackle him. Which is why one of her many words is "tackle". He only occasionally forgets himself and tackles her back. So gentle with his little sis.
More tackling. Lil' the Linebacker.
Seriously...isn't this the sweetest picture ever???
Apathy
I was reading another blog last night and it made me feel better. See, this woman is just entering her 3rd trimester and was talking about how she doesn't feel like doing ANYTHING. Doesn't feel like getting Easter stuff ready for her 2 sons, hasn't gotten anything ready yet for the new baby, etc etc. And I felt better. Because I am the same way right now. So perhaps I can blame all this apathy on pregnancy and not feel too bad about being kind of checked out right now.
This apathy has affected my blogging as well. I feel like I have nothing to write about. Which is totally NOT true. My kids are still being irresistibly cute and incredibly irritating...sometimes at the same time. They give me plenty of fodder for posts. It's just making myself sit down and DO it. So I'm going to make myself. Or try to. This will all be over in 7 weeks, right? Oh, wait. Then I'll be saddled with mind-numbing tiredness. 7 months? Okay...it'll be better then. ;)
I think my unborn child understands English. Seriously. It is uncanny how many times he reacts to something I say. Like I was getting out of the shower this morning and I mentioned to Jeff how I think he's running out of room. For the last two days, I still feel him moving (and hiccupping A LOT), but he's stopped doing those huge roll-overs. And literally 1 minute after I uttered those words, he flipped...and it was quite uncomfortable. Perhaps this comprehension of English will come in handy during labor. "Okay, buddy, move toward the light...it's time! Don't hurt Mommy!"
Andrew is seriously going to drive me to drink. Which would normally be okay, but I don't think it would be good for baby boy. He moves like a glacier. I swear. And also like a glacier he leaves destruction in his wake. Ugh.
Lily is totally addicted to tv. I am not fighting this addiction. How sad. She knows the names of different shows and she has favorites. She isn't even 18 months. -sigh- Our activities are just so limited...I did also read her 15 books twice each yesterday (I was so bored I actually counted our stack). Does reading 30 stories counteract the tv addiction?
Um, maybe boring posts like this will convince everyone that perhaps I SHOULD take a blogging break. Good Lord.
This apathy has affected my blogging as well. I feel like I have nothing to write about. Which is totally NOT true. My kids are still being irresistibly cute and incredibly irritating...sometimes at the same time. They give me plenty of fodder for posts. It's just making myself sit down and DO it. So I'm going to make myself. Or try to. This will all be over in 7 weeks, right? Oh, wait. Then I'll be saddled with mind-numbing tiredness. 7 months? Okay...it'll be better then. ;)
I think my unborn child understands English. Seriously. It is uncanny how many times he reacts to something I say. Like I was getting out of the shower this morning and I mentioned to Jeff how I think he's running out of room. For the last two days, I still feel him moving (and hiccupping A LOT), but he's stopped doing those huge roll-overs. And literally 1 minute after I uttered those words, he flipped...and it was quite uncomfortable. Perhaps this comprehension of English will come in handy during labor. "Okay, buddy, move toward the light...it's time! Don't hurt Mommy!"
Andrew is seriously going to drive me to drink. Which would normally be okay, but I don't think it would be good for baby boy. He moves like a glacier. I swear. And also like a glacier he leaves destruction in his wake. Ugh.
Lily is totally addicted to tv. I am not fighting this addiction. How sad. She knows the names of different shows and she has favorites. She isn't even 18 months. -sigh- Our activities are just so limited...I did also read her 15 books twice each yesterday (I was so bored I actually counted our stack). Does reading 30 stories counteract the tv addiction?
Um, maybe boring posts like this will convince everyone that perhaps I SHOULD take a blogging break. Good Lord.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Seven things
I've been tagged...write 7 things about yourself on your blog. Meme's, tagging, whatever...it's basically a chain letter for bloggers. I hate chain letters, and only participate if it is entertaining...and even then I never pass it along. Call me a party pooper.
I'm going to make an exception this one time, though. Because I haven't written in so long, I thought I'd just use it as an excuse to update this stinkin' blog. So here are 7 things that have been happening at our house since I last posted:
1) Valentine's Day was AWESOME. Andrew had a blast at school and enjoyed the small gift and candies that he received. As our holiday tradition goes, he is allowed to eat as much candy/junk as he wants for the day. February 15, at 8:00am, Andrew asked if he could have another Valentine's Day sucker. I told him after lunch, and Andrew sighed dramatically and said, "I miss Valentine's Day." Jeff and I didn't get each other any piddly gifts...we went all the way and ordered ribs and ice cream from Cincinnati. I had a doctor's appointment that night, so he fed the kids and put them to bed and we gorged ourselves in peace and quiet. We ate our ice cream in front of the tv, watching a DVD of a funny comedian. Lovely. We liked it so much, it may become OUR V-day tradition.
2) We got a new car!!! My nesting troubles are quickly being swept away. We took advantage of Jeff's parents visiting and took an afternoon to buy a mini-van and sell our Escape. I would post a picture of the van, but you've seen it. Every third family in America has it. Mine is a 2008. It is "Mocha"...which is a lovely word for brown. A milky coffee colored brown. A cool color...but hard to find in a parking lot. And as much as I loved my Escape...this car is luxury. Love it.
3) This 3rd trimester has been HARD. I've always said that I suck at the first half of pregnancy and I ROCK at the second half. Apparently that only applies when you DON'T also have a toddler. My back is in such agony from picking her up and carrying her around and playing on the floor...I can't even tell you. We are watching so much tv, nothing is really getting done around the house, and I dread even the most dull outing. And I still have 7 weeks to go!!! Yet I have constant reminders that it is a blessing to be this far along in pregnancy. So I'll try to keep my mouth shut (sorry Jeff...that doesn't go for you).
4) Andrew has been handling the slow down in our lifestyle quite well. Perhaps too well. He is becoming quite the slug. He doesn't want to play games anymore and he fights me on leaving the house. Today he didn't even want to go to school!!! But I'm beginning to think he's just fighting a cold, since he got home from school and requested a nap.
5) Lily is growing up so fast...I should know this from experience, but I find myself amazed and delighted just as if she were my first child. Truly, there are no bounds for love. She is walking everywhere...and now trying to go faster and faster (usually when there is a rambunctious 4 year old chasing her). She learns new words every day, and amazes me with her comprehension. She cannot read enough books to satisfy her, but if you read them "wrong" she gets very frustrated. She literally read me one of her books yesterday. It is about 6 pages long and has a face shot of a baby making a different emotion on their face on each page. Then there is one word to describe it. I don't always read the words...because I get bored. So she got frustrated with me, grabbed the book away, opened it by herself and pointed at each of the pages, "Yu-cky", "Tink-y" (stinky), "Uh-oh", and proceeded to tell me the correct word for each page. Smarty pants.
6) We have had lots of visitors the last two weeks. Weekend before last, my in-laws came and finished the basement! So now we have walls up, paint up, and flooring down. Now it is Jeff and my responsibility to put up shelves or something so we can have a complete play room. Amazing. My folks came 2 days after Jeff's left and helped me clean out closets and get other odds and ends finished. My mother even swept my bathroom floor...where we were breeding a 4th child out of dust, fuzz, and hair. Now THAT'S love.
7) My husband is amazing. I don't write much about how incredible he is because it is cheesy and no one really wants to hear it but me. But he is amazing. I am not performing well (see #3) at my normal duties, so he comes home to a messier than usual house, rarely cooked meals, bored kids, and there is little recreation to look forward to after the kids go to bed (sorry parents...TMI, I know). But he never says a word, never complains, never shies away from taking the burden from me. Marriage is rarely 50/50, but Jeff is carrying more than his fair load...and has been for a while now. And probably will be for a while longer. He slips in a sarcastic comment here and there and more than his fair share of groping, so I know he remembers what it used to be like. I just hope I am expressing how grateful I am to have a partner like him. Makes it a little less scary to have a 3rd...because I know he'll be right there with me.
Okay, so that was my lame-o update. I hope to get back into the swing of things and post a little more.
I'm going to make an exception this one time, though. Because I haven't written in so long, I thought I'd just use it as an excuse to update this stinkin' blog. So here are 7 things that have been happening at our house since I last posted:
1) Valentine's Day was AWESOME. Andrew had a blast at school and enjoyed the small gift and candies that he received. As our holiday tradition goes, he is allowed to eat as much candy/junk as he wants for the day. February 15, at 8:00am, Andrew asked if he could have another Valentine's Day sucker. I told him after lunch, and Andrew sighed dramatically and said, "I miss Valentine's Day." Jeff and I didn't get each other any piddly gifts...we went all the way and ordered ribs and ice cream from Cincinnati. I had a doctor's appointment that night, so he fed the kids and put them to bed and we gorged ourselves in peace and quiet. We ate our ice cream in front of the tv, watching a DVD of a funny comedian. Lovely. We liked it so much, it may become OUR V-day tradition.
2) We got a new car!!! My nesting troubles are quickly being swept away. We took advantage of Jeff's parents visiting and took an afternoon to buy a mini-van and sell our Escape. I would post a picture of the van, but you've seen it. Every third family in America has it. Mine is a 2008. It is "Mocha"...which is a lovely word for brown. A milky coffee colored brown. A cool color...but hard to find in a parking lot. And as much as I loved my Escape...this car is luxury. Love it.
3) This 3rd trimester has been HARD. I've always said that I suck at the first half of pregnancy and I ROCK at the second half. Apparently that only applies when you DON'T also have a toddler. My back is in such agony from picking her up and carrying her around and playing on the floor...I can't even tell you. We are watching so much tv, nothing is really getting done around the house, and I dread even the most dull outing. And I still have 7 weeks to go!!! Yet I have constant reminders that it is a blessing to be this far along in pregnancy. So I'll try to keep my mouth shut (sorry Jeff...that doesn't go for you).
4) Andrew has been handling the slow down in our lifestyle quite well. Perhaps too well. He is becoming quite the slug. He doesn't want to play games anymore and he fights me on leaving the house. Today he didn't even want to go to school!!! But I'm beginning to think he's just fighting a cold, since he got home from school and requested a nap.
5) Lily is growing up so fast...I should know this from experience, but I find myself amazed and delighted just as if she were my first child. Truly, there are no bounds for love. She is walking everywhere...and now trying to go faster and faster (usually when there is a rambunctious 4 year old chasing her). She learns new words every day, and amazes me with her comprehension. She cannot read enough books to satisfy her, but if you read them "wrong" she gets very frustrated. She literally read me one of her books yesterday. It is about 6 pages long and has a face shot of a baby making a different emotion on their face on each page. Then there is one word to describe it. I don't always read the words...because I get bored. So she got frustrated with me, grabbed the book away, opened it by herself and pointed at each of the pages, "Yu-cky", "Tink-y" (stinky), "Uh-oh", and proceeded to tell me the correct word for each page. Smarty pants.
6) We have had lots of visitors the last two weeks. Weekend before last, my in-laws came and finished the basement! So now we have walls up, paint up, and flooring down. Now it is Jeff and my responsibility to put up shelves or something so we can have a complete play room. Amazing. My folks came 2 days after Jeff's left and helped me clean out closets and get other odds and ends finished. My mother even swept my bathroom floor...where we were breeding a 4th child out of dust, fuzz, and hair. Now THAT'S love.
7) My husband is amazing. I don't write much about how incredible he is because it is cheesy and no one really wants to hear it but me. But he is amazing. I am not performing well (see #3) at my normal duties, so he comes home to a messier than usual house, rarely cooked meals, bored kids, and there is little recreation to look forward to after the kids go to bed (sorry parents...TMI, I know). But he never says a word, never complains, never shies away from taking the burden from me. Marriage is rarely 50/50, but Jeff is carrying more than his fair load...and has been for a while now. And probably will be for a while longer. He slips in a sarcastic comment here and there and more than his fair share of groping, so I know he remembers what it used to be like. I just hope I am expressing how grateful I am to have a partner like him. Makes it a little less scary to have a 3rd...because I know he'll be right there with me.
Okay, so that was my lame-o update. I hope to get back into the swing of things and post a little more.
Friday, February 22, 2008
Okay, Okay, Okay
I'm here. I promise. I've just had Jeff's parents last weekend, and then my parents arrived Wednesday. Which gives me a lot to blog about. But not much time to. Because, see, I work a lot harder to look like a good parent when they are around. It doesn't feel right to plop my kids in front of Zooboomafoo and come into the computer room to blog. I feel like I have to "pretend" to be a good mom...at least while they are here. ;)
So I'll be doing some catching up. A post for each member of the family. Maybe one for Valentine's Day. And one about my new car. But I may have to wait until Sunday when my parents leave. They're at the grocery right now. Seriously. They leave together, and 2 seconds after I hear the car doors slam, the tv is on, the kids are planted in front of it, and I'm on the computer.
What's that? I'm out of the running for Mom of the Year 2008? I lasted this long?
So I'll be doing some catching up. A post for each member of the family. Maybe one for Valentine's Day. And one about my new car. But I may have to wait until Sunday when my parents leave. They're at the grocery right now. Seriously. They leave together, and 2 seconds after I hear the car doors slam, the tv is on, the kids are planted in front of it, and I'm on the computer.
What's that? I'm out of the running for Mom of the Year 2008? I lasted this long?
Friday, February 15, 2008
Let's play pretend
Let's face it...my son's overabundant imagination can really get on my nerves. All he wants to do is play pretend games...as long as I'm involved. We have safari, neighbor, secret agent, doctor, vet, and war. Sounds like a lot of variety, eh? Not so much. They all involve a lot of introducing ourselves to each other with a lot of fast battles/action so I have to think of another scenario immediately (Mommy says, Let's build a tunnel into the castle to save the princess...Andrew says, "Okay, its done. Princess is saved. What's next Secret Agent?).
So if I now know that this is how great imaginations end up for me, why is it so endearing that Lily is starting to play pretend? She just seems too tiny to be doing this...it is hard to have a "normal" sized child after the Jolly Green Giant. I just remember Andrew being so much bigger at this age...and he was.
Lily ADORES playing doctor. She even says the word "Doctor" now. When Andrew asks to play it, I have no problem shooting him down. But when Lily says "Doctor?" and points into the toy room, I cannot resist. And she picks up the little body chart and points to different body parts while babbling away, she checks my ears with the little ear-checking thingy, she takes my temperature a zillion times (always removing it from my mouth and saying, "Ohhhhh."), and I get lots of shots on my face (I need Botox already?). And it is so endearing and cute. Poor Andrew. When he gives me shots in my ears I just get annoyed.
Today started another phase of imaginary play...the kind initiated and invented by Lily. See, she's watched Andrew and I play doctor a bunch...so she's really just imitating us when she is the doctor. But today we were at a friends house and she was sitting on my lap eating Goldfish crackers and holding a little plastic horse. All of a sudden I look down from my chatting to see Lily "feeding" the horse a cracker and saying, "Num-num-num". How sweet is that? And later she got down and picked up a baby doll, patted it on the back, then walked over to a stroller and put the baby in. She looked over at me and said, "Baby!" She's just becoming such a little girl!!! Where is the baby going?
-sigh- It's too bad that this will end up with endless games of "Mommy and Baby" or "Horse stables". I think I'll just sit back and enjoy her imagination while it's still cute.
So if I now know that this is how great imaginations end up for me, why is it so endearing that Lily is starting to play pretend? She just seems too tiny to be doing this...it is hard to have a "normal" sized child after the Jolly Green Giant. I just remember Andrew being so much bigger at this age...and he was.
Lily ADORES playing doctor. She even says the word "Doctor" now. When Andrew asks to play it, I have no problem shooting him down. But when Lily says "Doctor?" and points into the toy room, I cannot resist. And she picks up the little body chart and points to different body parts while babbling away, she checks my ears with the little ear-checking thingy, she takes my temperature a zillion times (always removing it from my mouth and saying, "Ohhhhh."), and I get lots of shots on my face (I need Botox already?). And it is so endearing and cute. Poor Andrew. When he gives me shots in my ears I just get annoyed.
Today started another phase of imaginary play...the kind initiated and invented by Lily. See, she's watched Andrew and I play doctor a bunch...so she's really just imitating us when she is the doctor. But today we were at a friends house and she was sitting on my lap eating Goldfish crackers and holding a little plastic horse. All of a sudden I look down from my chatting to see Lily "feeding" the horse a cracker and saying, "Num-num-num". How sweet is that? And later she got down and picked up a baby doll, patted it on the back, then walked over to a stroller and put the baby in. She looked over at me and said, "Baby!" She's just becoming such a little girl!!! Where is the baby going?
-sigh- It's too bad that this will end up with endless games of "Mommy and Baby" or "Horse stables". I think I'll just sit back and enjoy her imagination while it's still cute.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Exposure
I sometimes worry that by living in Whitey-town USA, the closest thing to a minority group that Andrew will be exposed to are Jewish-Americans. And they are hardly a minority group here. I worry about him gawking at Asian- and African-Americans. But I never thought about needing to expose him to short people.
We went to the Aquarium this morning. A VERY short woman was scanning the tickets as you walk in. Probably under 5 foot. Not a little person (AKA. dwarf). Just a very short person.
Just inside the door, Andrew turns to me and says, "I didn't know they let kids work at the aquarium."
I giggle despite myself. And say, "That wasn't a kid, Andrew. That was a grown-up."
He thinks hard for a moment and responds, "Oh. Well, maybe she just drank a lot of coffee when she was a little girl."
Hmmm, when should I dispell this myth that I've been perpetuating? It was such a convenient way to deter Andrew from drinking coffee. But I think we're entering the danger zone where he accuses every short adult of drinking it as a child. Or proclaiming that they ARE a child.
Aunt Andrea? We need you to make another visit so Andrew gets used to short people. ;)
We went to the Aquarium this morning. A VERY short woman was scanning the tickets as you walk in. Probably under 5 foot. Not a little person (AKA. dwarf). Just a very short person.
Just inside the door, Andrew turns to me and says, "I didn't know they let kids work at the aquarium."
I giggle despite myself. And say, "That wasn't a kid, Andrew. That was a grown-up."
He thinks hard for a moment and responds, "Oh. Well, maybe she just drank a lot of coffee when she was a little girl."
Hmmm, when should I dispell this myth that I've been perpetuating? It was such a convenient way to deter Andrew from drinking coffee. But I think we're entering the danger zone where he accuses every short adult of drinking it as a child. Or proclaiming that they ARE a child.
Aunt Andrea? We need you to make another visit so Andrew gets used to short people. ;)
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Oops...
So, um, I kind of fell down half a flight of steps today. Oops.
Okay, so it wasn't a full half a flight...maybe just 6 steps. Hardwood. I was carrying Lily down and we were at a friend's house so I wasn't quite familiar with the lay of the land. My feet slipped right out from under me and I kind of bounced down the steps on my back and butt. Oops.
Lily was terrified, but unharmed. Baby boy was pissed (judging by the violent kicking right after the fall), but unharmed. I went into the doctor to check him out just in case...and he's fine. Full of attitude, as usual. He was quiet while they were monitoring his heartrate, and just when the nurse asked if I'd felt him move, he kicked the doppler thingy so hard it bounced out of place. Little comedian already.
Momma is sore. Like I've been run over by a truck. I'm sure the soreness I have now is NOTHING compared to what I'll have tomorrow morning.
Lovely. It's great to be a klutz. I believe the last time I fell down a flight of steps was 2 days before my wedding. Yup. I have great timing.
Okay, so it wasn't a full half a flight...maybe just 6 steps. Hardwood. I was carrying Lily down and we were at a friend's house so I wasn't quite familiar with the lay of the land. My feet slipped right out from under me and I kind of bounced down the steps on my back and butt. Oops.
Lily was terrified, but unharmed. Baby boy was pissed (judging by the violent kicking right after the fall), but unharmed. I went into the doctor to check him out just in case...and he's fine. Full of attitude, as usual. He was quiet while they were monitoring his heartrate, and just when the nurse asked if I'd felt him move, he kicked the doppler thingy so hard it bounced out of place. Little comedian already.
Momma is sore. Like I've been run over by a truck. I'm sure the soreness I have now is NOTHING compared to what I'll have tomorrow morning.
Lovely. It's great to be a klutz. I believe the last time I fell down a flight of steps was 2 days before my wedding. Yup. I have great timing.
Milk! Milk!
Poor Lily. I introduced her to juice last week because we had an entire jug of it leftover from playgroup. Apparently, Lily's digestive track doesn't LIKE juice much. It resulted in day after day of diarrhia...until I finally made the connection in my head. Yea, Mom of the Year-4th year running. Anyway, we stopped the juice, but milk seemed to be aggravating her bowels...everytime she had milk she'd explode up to her armpits in poop. (Lovely topic today, eh?). So I decided that we needed to have 12-24 hours of no milk to just help those intestines get back up to speed.
Lily did not agree with this plan.
I put her to bed Monday night with a cup of water. We cuddled like we usually do with her cup of milk...she was suspicious, but she accepted it. Went to sleep like a champ. 11 hours later, she woke up screaming. Jeff went in to change her diaper and give her another cup of water. She sees Jeff and yells, "No!" Poor Jeff...she's a Momma's girl. I hear him start changing her diaper and then her screams reach a new height. She begins shrieking, "Mih! Mih!" (which is milk in her baby voice). Then she apparently started yelling the word and doing the sign. She was probably thinking, "I've spent all this effort learning to communicate, and you are IGNORING me!" I went in to try and calm things down...but she would have nothing to do with the water. She did cuddle on my shoulder and let me sing to her...but when I laid her back down (it was only 5:30), she was FURIOUS.
I finally gave her milk before her afternoon nap. Okay, it's her only nap now. Have I mentioned we are also transitioning to one nap a day? Ugh. She certainly doesn't need a morning nap anymore, but she hasn't lengthened her afternoon nap yet. So she's gone from a 90 minute morning and a 90 minute afternoon nap to a single 90 minute nap a day. And we miss that hour and a half... ;) I remember this stage well with Andrew...it's only a matter of time until her body adjusts. Anyway, back to the milk...she's had no explosions since getting milk back, so I think we're okay now. But I'll always remember her yelling in desperation, "Mih! Mih!" with her little hands pumping in the motion of sign language at the same time.
PS. Why is spell-checker not working in blogger? This is the 4th post in a row that it fails. Now all my faithful readers will realize that I can't spell things like "apparently" and "diahhria". I guess I need to dust off my old hard copy of Websters. Nah. You guys new my brain has turned into Mommy-mush, right?
Lily did not agree with this plan.
I put her to bed Monday night with a cup of water. We cuddled like we usually do with her cup of milk...she was suspicious, but she accepted it. Went to sleep like a champ. 11 hours later, she woke up screaming. Jeff went in to change her diaper and give her another cup of water. She sees Jeff and yells, "No!" Poor Jeff...she's a Momma's girl. I hear him start changing her diaper and then her screams reach a new height. She begins shrieking, "Mih! Mih!" (which is milk in her baby voice). Then she apparently started yelling the word and doing the sign. She was probably thinking, "I've spent all this effort learning to communicate, and you are IGNORING me!" I went in to try and calm things down...but she would have nothing to do with the water. She did cuddle on my shoulder and let me sing to her...but when I laid her back down (it was only 5:30), she was FURIOUS.
I finally gave her milk before her afternoon nap. Okay, it's her only nap now. Have I mentioned we are also transitioning to one nap a day? Ugh. She certainly doesn't need a morning nap anymore, but she hasn't lengthened her afternoon nap yet. So she's gone from a 90 minute morning and a 90 minute afternoon nap to a single 90 minute nap a day. And we miss that hour and a half... ;) I remember this stage well with Andrew...it's only a matter of time until her body adjusts. Anyway, back to the milk...she's had no explosions since getting milk back, so I think we're okay now. But I'll always remember her yelling in desperation, "Mih! Mih!" with her little hands pumping in the motion of sign language at the same time.
PS. Why is spell-checker not working in blogger? This is the 4th post in a row that it fails. Now all my faithful readers will realize that I can't spell things like "apparently" and "diahhria". I guess I need to dust off my old hard copy of Websters. Nah. You guys new my brain has turned into Mommy-mush, right?
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I'll be a good mother when...
...I'm not moving.
...I don't have a newborn.
...I'm not throwing up with "morning" sickness.
...I'm not hurting my back with every bend and squat.
...I'm not so tired.
...After lunch.
...After I get some alone time.
And on and on and on. There always seems to be something holding me back from being a good mother. I always have some excuse. And when that excuse expires, there always seems to be something else waiting in the wings. I think I was a good mother from June 2005-January 2006. I planned crafts and activities to do with Andrew everyday so we could enjoy each other rather than just look at each other. I had a cleaning schedule that I actually stuck to, so I knew my floors would get mopped and the rooms picked up. I took Andrew to fun places so neither of us would get burned out. I exercised somewhat regularly.
I don't know when, if ever, I'll get back to that "good mother" place. And you could substitute the word "wife" in all those places just as easily. I'm falling behind. I'm falling into a sad place. I'm not being sufficient for my children or my husband...I'm not enjoying them as much as I could. We're all watching too much tv. Not getting the most out of life. And I can blame it on pregnancy. I really can. I just feel tired, blah blah...many of you have been pregnant, so you know. But I understand that once this passes, then I'll have a newborn. And I know what that means. And then after that... see how it goes?
-sigh- I have a feeling that I won't be a good mother again until my kids leave for college. Then I'll look back at these days and only remember the fun days...and not the weeks of drudgery in between those days.
...I don't have a newborn.
...I'm not throwing up with "morning" sickness.
...I'm not hurting my back with every bend and squat.
...I'm not so tired.
...After lunch.
...After I get some alone time.
And on and on and on. There always seems to be something holding me back from being a good mother. I always have some excuse. And when that excuse expires, there always seems to be something else waiting in the wings. I think I was a good mother from June 2005-January 2006. I planned crafts and activities to do with Andrew everyday so we could enjoy each other rather than just look at each other. I had a cleaning schedule that I actually stuck to, so I knew my floors would get mopped and the rooms picked up. I took Andrew to fun places so neither of us would get burned out. I exercised somewhat regularly.
I don't know when, if ever, I'll get back to that "good mother" place. And you could substitute the word "wife" in all those places just as easily. I'm falling behind. I'm falling into a sad place. I'm not being sufficient for my children or my husband...I'm not enjoying them as much as I could. We're all watching too much tv. Not getting the most out of life. And I can blame it on pregnancy. I really can. I just feel tired, blah blah...many of you have been pregnant, so you know. But I understand that once this passes, then I'll have a newborn. And I know what that means. And then after that... see how it goes?
-sigh- I have a feeling that I won't be a good mother again until my kids leave for college. Then I'll look back at these days and only remember the fun days...and not the weeks of drudgery in between those days.
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