Mommy’s Log: Operation Sleep

Mommy’s Log, Star Date 07282010.

6:00 P.M. Mother in law drops self and child off at home after picking me up from work. Force child to take a nap in arms. Child fights, screams, kicks. Nothing out of the ordinary.
7:30 P.M. Wake child from nap and place in activity center. Prepare for bathtime and dinner for child.
8:00 P.M. Run to the store to retrieve forgotten sustenance for feline companions.
8:30 P.M. Initiate bedtime routine. Feed child.
8:45 P.M. Bathe child.
9:00 P.M. Wrap child up in pink swaddling contraption. Rub chest with thick, minty petroleum gel in hopes of combating chest congestion. Feed child bottle.
9:15-10:00 P.M. Fight child to sleep. Hold tight while child squirms, thrashes, writhes, and screams in arms. Bounce child in arms. This method works. Stop bouncing once child is asleep.
10:05 P.M. Note: if you stop bouncing, child will wake up.
10:15 P.M. Put child in car seat, still swaddled, in hopes the elevated position will help ease congestion. Set car seat on ottoman and rock ottoman with foot, making sure car seat does not topple off ottoman.
10:25 P.M. Method seems to be working.
10:27 P.M. Child is screaming. Method does not work.
10:30 P.M. Take car seat (with child still strapped in) into lavatory. Turn on hot shower in the attempt to loosen chest congestion. Place car seat on floor. Turn off lights. Sit on toilet while rocking car seat with leg.
10:34 P.M. Develop cramp in leg from rocking. Switch to other leg.
10:37 P.M. Rescue screaming child from car seat and inspect for snakes, which are also on fire. That is the only logical thing that could cause child to scream at such an alarming decibel.
10:38 P.M. Upon inspection, there are no flaming snakes in car seat. Curious.
10:45 P.M. Make child a bottle for comfort. Not probable that child is hungry, as she consumed 8 ounces of formula approximately an hour and a half prior.
11:00 P.M. Transferred sleeping child to crib. Child drank all 4 ounces hungrily and eagerly.
11:07 P.M. All is quiet. Child was hungry the whole time. You are an idiot.

Signing out,

Mommy

Baby Wheezy

If you are a good and loyal reader, like I know that you are *COUGHevileyeCOUGH*, then you know all about me coming down with a nasty cold over the weekend. Why the HELL do the worst colds have to come on over a weekend? Or during summer vacation. I remember as a kid I used to get the worst frigging colds over summer vacation WHEN THERE WAS NO SCHOOL TO MISS.

WHAT THE HELL, VIRUSES?
What the hell.

Anyway, it seems that my nasty little bug has decided to jump into my daughter. Namely, her nasal passages and chest cavity.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen.. My daughter has her first cold.

It effing blows. As any parent with a sick child knows, it actually defies the laws of physics by both sucking AND blowing. Nellie’s cold started with a few sneezes that made me go, “hmmm”. By the next day she was snorting and sniffly. No fever, but definitely had the stuffies. So on Sunday we bought her a vaporizer (like, a Vick’s thing, not a gun from the future). It takes these little pads and plugs into an outlet; no water required. It’s kick ass, and smells really good. So we propped up one end of her crib, let her sit in the bathroom with me while I showered and it got all steamy and during bedtimes Sunday and Monday nights she did very, very well.

Well.. The cold seems to have migrated into her chest. Tonight she had one of the worst meltdowns I’ve ever seen in the 6 months that she’s been here. She was screaming so hard I thought her lungs were going to come flying out of her mouth and onto the floor and flop away in terror. She would fall asleep fine in your arms and once you put her down, she’d start coughing. It’d wake her up and she’d start to scream.. Then it would take 20 minutes of rocking bouncing and shooshing for her to calm down enough to fall back asleep. After the third time of this, I finally said screw it and am now camped out on the couch with a passed out and snoring baby in my arms. My poor little sweetie is so congested, and I hate it. I’ve done all I know to do and still my daughter is sick. This sucks, and not because I can’t sleep and am uncomfortable on the couch but because she is uncomfortable and there’s not a damn thing I can do except try and make her less uncomfortable.

I’m off, my friends, to try and catch a few zzz’s while holding my wheezy little lady.

Body After Baby Project: Week 6


Um.
Yeah.
So.

…………………………………

I think I need to re-assess my original goal because there’s no way I can make it in a safe and healthy way. My original goal was to lose 10 pounds in ten weeks. Well, I’m 6 weeks into the BAB Project and I haven’t lost anything. I am struggling to find time to exercise, and have fallen back into bad eating habits.

HOWEVER, I made better shopping choices this week when I went to the grocery store. So that’s a start. I realize that I need to shift my focus and take even smaller steps than I’d originally planned. I thought that 10 pounds in 10 weeks was an attainable goal and once upon a time, before I was a mother and my life became hectic and busy it would have been. Obviously my steps need to be even smaller. I’m going to re-assess my goals, and will be posting them in next week’s BAB Project post.

You all, on the other hand, are doing marvelously. I do read your posts (even if I’m bad about commenting), and am so proud of all of you for sticking to it where I have not. I’ve felt a lot of guilt about starting a project on my blog, having people join, and then not following through myself. But I am only human and I am in no way, shape, or form perfect. Especially when it comes to weight loss and lifestyle changes. It’s tough, and this is the toughest it’s ever been on me. I’ve lost weight in the past… The first time I slimmed down I dropped almost 40 pounds. So it’s not like I can’t do it, or I don’t realize how. I’m just having a hard time right now and I need to take it slower than I ever thought I’d have to.

So… Next week, I will have new and more attainable goals for myself. Ones that I can actually be proud of keeping, and not keep being ashamed of missing my goal.

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The Evils of Chocolate

My husband and I received our first bit of unsolicted parenting advice from strangers yesterday. Last night my husband and I were out to eat at a Chinese food buffet (I know, I know.. Diet fail. But I promise I didn’t eat a lot!!!) with our 6 month old daughter Nellie. It was toward the end of the meal and my husband had gotten himself a small cup of chocolate ice cream. There was a couple sitting in the booth behind us and they looked like they were in their late 40s/early 50s. We’ve been giving our daughter little tastes of things we eat for about two weeks and yes, we have given her tastes of ice cream. Nothing huge; just a little lick so she can get the flavor of it (I’m aware that by even posting this I’m subjecting myself to comments.. But she is formula fed so she doesn’t have the “virgin gut” issue).

Well my husband put a teensy amount on his spoon and Nellie immediately lunged at it and tasted it. She was smacking away when the man in the booth behind us turned around and said,
“Now, I don’t want to butt in or say things that aren’t my place to say..”

This is something that everyone wants to hear, eh?

“But we knew a couple who had beautiful twin boys. Weren’t they beautiful honey?”
His wife nodded.
“Well they gave one of their boys chocolate milk in a bottle, and it made him retarded.”

……………..
Wait, what? Did I hear that right? I honestly thought that this man was joking. I thought that he was trying to be tongue in cheek and poke fun at people who get all up in arms about giving babies tastes of food and was making a joke that was just in poor taste.
But neither the man nor his wife laughed.
“Oh?” I asked, still unsure if he was kidding or not.
His wife spoke next.
“Seriously, they were both perfectly fine and they were identical twins, and the one they gave the chocolate milk to was retarded after they gave him the milk. He was fine, and then he was retarded. We don’t mean to butt in but you have such a beautiful baby and it’d just be such a shame for anything to happen to her. Infants under the age of one aren’t supposed to have chocolate because it can make them retarded.”

My husband and I solemnly thanked them for their wisdom, waited until we left, and almost shit ourselves from laughing so hard.

Okay. Seriously. Nevermind the fact that.. WHO ACTUALLY SAYS THE WORD “RETARDED” TO TALK ABOUT A MENTAL DISABILITY ANYMORE? Are these people for real or were they screwing with me? I wanted to be like, “AM I ON TV RIGHT NOW?”

Even if you are shaking your head at me for letting my daughter taste ice cream before she’s a certain age you have to admit, saying that giving your baby chocolate before the age of one is going to cause a mental disability is pretty far fetched. Lecture me about “virgin gut”, or the potential for developing food allergies all you want. But mental retardation? REALLY? I was just.. I was floored.

Down With the Sickness

It started yesterday with some sneezing.

I went to work yesterday (Friday) feeling okay. No problems, a little sinus pain but that’s been going on for a while now. About an hour into work I felt a slight tickle/itch in the back of my throat. As the day wore on, the sneezing continued.
And continued. Until I couldn’t walk around without some form of tissue in my hand for fear of my nose running like a leaky faucet. It was simultaneously dripping, and clogged.

I didn’t feel poorly at first, but the later it got in the day the more I felt like I was coming down with something. By evening, I felt full-on sick. I was worried. Josh had to work the next day and I’d be on baby duty… Alone.. with a cold. I haven’t been sick since Nellie was born, so this was uncharted territory.

We got her to bed around 9 or so, and I climbed into bed once we knew she was down. I couldn’t sleep, thanks to awesome sinus drainage and general feelings of malaise. She woke around 11:30 and I re-paci’ed her and she went back to sleep with minimal fuss. I dragged my pillows and a blanket out onto the living room couch and managed to snag a couple hours of fitful sleep before she woke up yelling and carrying on around 3:30. I tried to comfort her back to sleep but I suspect she’s going through a growth spurt. Josh made her some more food and she had a bottle, and finally went back down around 4:30. I crept into the bedroom in tears at the thought of having to take care of a baby while feeling so badly and asked Josh if he could take off work. He has no paid time off right now, so he couldn’t. He told me to call the in-laws and ask for their help tomorrow. I was hesitant as they’d just kept Nellie all day the day before while I was at work.

Nellie woke for the day around 6:30. I fed her a little and she was still acting tired, so we napped together on the couch for another hour. By that time it was late enough, so I called my mother in law and asked her if she would mind taking Nellie for the day so I could rest. She agreed, and came to my rescue around 10 AM. I was so relieved because the simplest tasks that are normally no big deal while caring for Nellie seemed too big for me to handle, and draining. I had planned on taking her out and shopping for an Exersaucer, groceries, and clothes and the thought of that was laughable, now. After my mother in law and she had gone, I crawled into bed and slept for almost 5 hours. When I woke up, I was very hot and dizzy but at the same time, didn’t feel as bad. After some chicken noodle soup and a hot shower, I felt semi-human again and ready to have Nellie come back home.

She came home around 6 and the rest of the night has been pretty good. We’re having some sleep issues which is frustrating, but at least I’m not feeling as bad as I was last night.

To all you mamas out there who take care of your little ones when you’re sick: I commend you. I’m very lucky that I have my in-laws to call for help when I’m feeling under the weather, and I know there will come a day when I’ll be sick and they’ll be busy. But today, I lucked out and was able to take a sick day.

Nellie Rose – 6 Months Old

Nellie..

My sweet, darling, baby daughter.

Today is your 6 month birthday. At 4:15 PM, exactly 6 months ago today you were born into this world and my life changed forever. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that you’ve been in our lives for half a year already, because it’s gone by so quickly it seems like you were born just yesterday. You have changed and grown so much it’s mind-blowing. The past 6 months have not been easy. They have not always been pretty. They have been challenging, wonderful, amazing, frustrating… But they have all been worth it.

You have become the center of mine and your daddy’s universe. You fill our hearts with joy and love, and we cannot wait to see what each day as your parents will bring. We love to creep into your crib to wake you in the mornings because you greet us with such excitement and happiness. Nellie, right now you are doing some awesome things! You have TWO teeth. You eat rice cereal and baby food. You love sweet potatoes, green beans, and carrots the best. You don’t like peaches or pears. You’ve taken to sticking your tongue out and blowing raspberries when you get excited. You can roll from your back to your belly, and from your belly to your back. You can sit up by yourself for about a minute before you topple over. If I let you grab onto the edge of a couch, or the ottoman you can stand while holding it for maybe thirty seconds before your little legs give out from under you.

You love your stuffed animals, Fox and McCracken. You laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s getting easier and easier to send you into a fit of giggles. The easiest way to go about doing so is to tickle you under your armpits, or blow raspberries at you. You had me doubled over laughing at Target the other day!

You know your name, and you’ve begun reaching for the people you want to see a little. It’s more like an outstretched arm and a lean, but we call it reaching. You get little tastes of everything we have, and anytime you see a soda can you flip out and think that it belongs to you.

Nellie Rose, this time last year I didn’t even know if you were a little girl or a little boy. I knew that I loved you with all of my heart. Thank you for making the past 6 months of my life amazing, hectic and joyful. Thank you for being my daughter. I am so proud, so honored, and so happy to be your mommy.


Sticking your tongue out at me
You and your daddy



Such a big girl.

Beautiful you, through the months

Happy Half Birthday, Nellie Rose.

Body After Baby Project: Week 5


I’m beginning to sound like a broken record with these weekly posts, ya’ll.
“OMG! FAIL!”
“I didn’t work out.”
“Food fail!”

I’m sorry to say this week is more of the same. I just cannot carve out gym time and by the time Nellie’s in bed, I have so many house chores to do or I just want to spend time with Josh then go to bed. There’s hope on the horizon; I’m going to ask my in-laws if we can have the treadmill that’s in their basement that they never use. We’ve already kinda found a place for it.. So I am hopeful about that.

AF is in town so I’m feeling about 20 pounds heavier than I really am… I bet I have not lost a single pound since the inception of the BAB Project, though. You all are doing so amazingly well, and I am proud of all of you! I will drag my big, cellulite-pocked butt back on the bandwagon soon. I will. It’s just hard to juggle aspects of life right now!

Instead of a “progress picture”, here’s an adorable video of my girl being silly. Enjoy it!



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Body After Baby Project: Week 5


I’m beginning to sound like a broken record with these weekly posts, ya’ll.
“OMG! FAIL!”
“I didn’t work out.”
“Food fail!”

I’m sorry to say this week is more of the same. I just cannot carve out gym time and by the time Nellie’s in bed, I have so many house chores to do or I just want to spend time with Josh then go to bed. There’s hope on the horizon; I’m going to ask my in-laws if we can have the treadmill that’s in their basement that they never use. We’ve already kinda found a place for it.. So I am hopeful about that.

AF is in town so I’m feeling about 20 pounds heavier than I really am… I bet I have not lost a single pound since the inception of the BAB Project, though. You all are doing so amazingly well, and I am proud of all of you! I will drag my big, cellulite-pocked butt back on the bandwagon soon. I will. It’s just hard to juggle aspects of life right now!

Instead of a “progress picture”, here’s an adorable video of my girl being silly. Enjoy it!



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This Will Make You Feel Awkward and Not Hot

So…. A few thoughts.

1. This woman looks better about to give birth than I have ever looked.
2. If I had tried to move like that at 38 weeks pregnant, I would fallen down and died.
3. If I tried to move my body like that, ever, in my entire life, I would fall down and die.
4. If I attempted to wear shoes like that and walk, let alone prance around and bust a move.. Say it with me, now: I would fall down… And die.

This lady is fierce and works it. Be jealous, girls… Be very jealous.

This Love

My daughter woke up screaming tonight after being asleep for less than an hour. When I say screaming, I mean she was screaming so loudly it was hurting my ears. I rescued her from her crib, gave her some teething tablets just in case she’s cutting more teeth, and here I sit.. Waiting for her to be asleep enough for me to put her back down.

I am exhausted.

I’m running on about 5 hours of sleep.
I was so tired today I could barely function. I almost fell asleep on several different occasions.

And as I gaze down at my daughter, who is cuddled up in my arms and breathing deeply I realize something.

I would hold this child all through the night if she needed me to.
I would become delirious from sleep deprivation if it meant I was there for her when she was in pain, sad, or scared.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for this baby.

Nothing.