That's right party people, up and at em by five. It is now nine and Peter is on his second nap. Which is great and all but how in the heck to I get him to sleep in THE NIGHTTIME? Bribes? Hot Babes? Voodoo? Anyway I am taking advantage of the temporary quiet by doing some house stuff.
I am choosing to look at the positive side. I have my darlingpreciousbaby. So what if I am thisclose to buttering and toasting my hand and then scratching my butt with a slice of bread cause I am so out of it? Today our wee man is four weeks old. They have flown by. It's crazy. We are both very happy with most of parenthood. If only there were more sleep. I am aware that I am as obsessed with sleep now as I was with food while I was pregnant. Well there is a REASON twenty year olds have kids and not thirty five year olds. When I was in my twenties I would go work all day then go out all night THEN take a shower and go back to work feeling no pain.
But exhaustion is a small thing compared to what we have. I feel like I am getting used to the whole NO SLEEP EVA thing. I have two cups of coffee( what? I NEED it) and a shower and can function till around eight at night. Then I hit a slump and fantasize about James Marsden rubbing my back and feeding me chocolate mousse. Sometimes I mix it up and he rubs my feet instead. I like variety in my fantasy life. I'd SAY I fantasize about sex but even my imagination is no match for what pregnancy has done to my body, it's UGLY lemme tell you UGLY.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Holy Moly
Yep. It was another 5 a.m. kind of day. Since it is one of the few things he has done consistently, I am calling it a pattern. I fed him and got him to fall back to sleep. Then I folded and put away the laundry that I had no time to touch yesterday, washed the dishes, cleaned the pump, cut up some granola bars Mister made and am now drinking coffee and having one of the granola bars while Peter dozes. Oh yes, and I cleaned up cat puke. Good times.
Something I have come to realize is that there is no later. There is only right now. So if he is quiet instead of sitting and resting I run around and do something. ANYTHING. Yesterday while Mister was out grocery shopping Peter FINALLY fell asleep. I was hungry, I was tired, there was laundry and dusting and the bed was never made... so I listened to everyone and fell asleep. Mmmhhmm, the next thing I knew it was an hour later and Mister was home from the store and saying "noooo come in!" Which would have been fine, but I was braless and in pajamas and had not even combed my hair. It took me till 7 30 pm to even brush my teeth. Which is crazy. Who doesn't have time to brush their teeth? Anyhow, luckily I was too pooped to be mortified at the state the house and I were in. It was messy, I am telling you. And I don't want to hear that people understand if your house is a mess, maybe they do but it doesn't make me less embarrassed.
Anyhow the reason I had no time yesterday is that he was either eating ( thank heavens for Amanda or I would think I was raising some tiny Adam Richman- at least it is normal for him to spend HOURS at the Boobie Bar) or sleeping on me. If I put him down it was an EPIC FAIL.
Ok, enough whining. Peter is improving somewhat. There is slightly less atomic bomb level screaming and more general angst. I will take disgruntled angst over NEW YORK CAB DRIVER ANGRY any day. Pumping is not going well, I can't get Peter to stop eating long enough to fill a bottle. But I am determined to get it done today dammit. THERE WILL BE BOTTLES.
We did have some nice story time yesterday, and while he hardly slept did spend a few hours happy and cuddly.
Something I have come to realize is that there is no later. There is only right now. So if he is quiet instead of sitting and resting I run around and do something. ANYTHING. Yesterday while Mister was out grocery shopping Peter FINALLY fell asleep. I was hungry, I was tired, there was laundry and dusting and the bed was never made... so I listened to everyone and fell asleep. Mmmhhmm, the next thing I knew it was an hour later and Mister was home from the store and saying "noooo come in!" Which would have been fine, but I was braless and in pajamas and had not even combed my hair. It took me till 7 30 pm to even brush my teeth. Which is crazy. Who doesn't have time to brush their teeth? Anyhow, luckily I was too pooped to be mortified at the state the house and I were in. It was messy, I am telling you. And I don't want to hear that people understand if your house is a mess, maybe they do but it doesn't make me less embarrassed.
Anyhow the reason I had no time yesterday is that he was either eating ( thank heavens for Amanda or I would think I was raising some tiny Adam Richman- at least it is normal for him to spend HOURS at the Boobie Bar) or sleeping on me. If I put him down it was an EPIC FAIL.
Ok, enough whining. Peter is improving somewhat. There is slightly less atomic bomb level screaming and more general angst. I will take disgruntled angst over NEW YORK CAB DRIVER ANGRY any day. Pumping is not going well, I can't get Peter to stop eating long enough to fill a bottle. But I am determined to get it done today dammit. THERE WILL BE BOTTLES.
We did have some nice story time yesterday, and while he hardly slept did spend a few hours happy and cuddly.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
wah
Still chock full o'screaming here. We actually canceled a much anticipated visit to see AYM and family at her son's birthday party. I am sad we can't go but both Mister and I agree that if there is any possibility of us being trapped in a car with Lungs McGee screaming for hours we would maybe have an accident. Hopefully we can go up and see them next month when Peter is not quite so... loud.
I broke down and called the doctor yesterday asking if we could pretty please start the zantac this weekend instead of waiting till next Friday. I just can't see letting him ( and us) suffer needlessly when there is something that might help. His doctor said no, she wants us to keep burping him and elevating him. Which made me contemplate finding her house and camping outside her bedroom window so she can suffer with us.
We are going to scope out some swings. My sister's friend said that fennel tea would relax his stomach and help the screaming so we may try that. Peter slept maybe four or five hours last night. He is sleeping now in his chair. So I got a little more sleep. We have to clean today, the house looks like angry bikers rode through it throwing handfulls of cat hair and burp cloths in their wake.
Borders has yet again screwed up my check. I have had TWO checks with no problems since January, every other check has necessitated calling corporate in Michigan multiple times. I think they are screwing up on purpose so they can keep the interest as long as possible. I would be very interested to know how many other people are having problems getting paid by Borders. They also stopped direct depositing my check and are mailing it. They have also underpaid me THREE times and had to send another check. Now, this is crazy because it should be the same amount each time since it is based off a percentage of what I made over a period of months. grr. Anyhow, I think it is straightened out at least for this week. I'm sure I'll be calling again.
Mister goes back to work Monday. I'm not scared. Much.
I broke down and called the doctor yesterday asking if we could pretty please start the zantac this weekend instead of waiting till next Friday. I just can't see letting him ( and us) suffer needlessly when there is something that might help. His doctor said no, she wants us to keep burping him and elevating him. Which made me contemplate finding her house and camping outside her bedroom window so she can suffer with us.
We are going to scope out some swings. My sister's friend said that fennel tea would relax his stomach and help the screaming so we may try that. Peter slept maybe four or five hours last night. He is sleeping now in his chair. So I got a little more sleep. We have to clean today, the house looks like angry bikers rode through it throwing handfulls of cat hair and burp cloths in their wake.
Borders has yet again screwed up my check. I have had TWO checks with no problems since January, every other check has necessitated calling corporate in Michigan multiple times. I think they are screwing up on purpose so they can keep the interest as long as possible. I would be very interested to know how many other people are having problems getting paid by Borders. They also stopped direct depositing my check and are mailing it. They have also underpaid me THREE times and had to send another check. Now, this is crazy because it should be the same amount each time since it is based off a percentage of what I made over a period of months. grr. Anyhow, I think it is straightened out at least for this week. I'm sure I'll be calling again.
Mister goes back to work Monday. I'm not scared. Much.
Friday, April 9, 2010
yawn
Here it is, good old 5 a.m. and I am up staring blearily at my coffee while Peter finally sleeps. Two nights ago he slept really well and we were cautiously thrilled or tentatively happy. But last night he was back to Screamfest 2010. Mister thinks it was because Peter and I fell asleep twice while nursing and he did not get Mylicon.
It is just insane. And I could not get a nap because he hardly slept during the day yesterday and when he did it was an hour at a time. It takes me an hour just to fall asleep, so no nap. I am telling you, as happy and thrilled and delighted and in love with my baby as I am there is still no getting around the fact that I am O-L-D and averaging four hours of sleep in a twenty four hour period for three weeks is brutal.
At the pediatricians yesterday, Peter was weighed and is at eight pounds 12 ounces so at least we know breastfeeding is a success. The doctor said she was very happy about that. She said he either has colic or reflux or both. We are elevating him this week and if that does not work than we will try some prilosec or whatever for two weeks. If that does not work she said the default is colic since he appears healthy in every way.
She said crying would not kill him, and there is nothing wrong with walking away from him for five minutes when we need a break. I can't. I just can't leave him to cry alone. It's not like he is two and throwing a tantrum. She did also say that if I am eating a fairly normal diet then it's nothing I'm eating that is bothering him.
We told her than he has been wailing like this since he was two days old and that we had read colic did not start till three weeks. She said that is true but that he is exhibiting textbook colic. I don't know. When we took him for a walk today ( his first walk outside!) we hoped it would put him to sleep. Nope. He screamed and screamed and Mister pointed out that if he did have reflux the angle Peter was laying at was just right to back everything up his throat.
The vibrating bouncy seat is helping for about twenty minutes at a clip. We did ask the doctor if a swing would help and she said not to bother. I am back and forth on the damn swing ( haha back and forth on the swing). I also REALLY don't want another enormous piece of baby stuff in the house.
This is really making me wonder if we could even handle another baby. God help us, what if we had twins? There is no WAY we could have handled twins with colic. The very idea gives me a cold chill. I know it is bizarre to think about another baby so soon but as we all know , if we want one Mister and I will have to decide soon so I can get on a plan at the RE's and they can start getting me in shape for another pregnancy.
I believe Elizabeth ( my favorite nurse and the one that knocked me up) told me that the ob would release me to the RE. And my six week check up is in just over two weeks. So even though we could not have an IUI for another year there would still be dieting and stuff to get ready and I could be back at the RE's as early as June. I wish I was not 35. Then it wouldn't be an issue. But I am 35, and it is an issue.
So we have to think about it. The way I see it there are a couple hurdles. Oddly enough, I don't think money will be one since we already know what is wrong with us and have had our assload of testing already. And unless something crazy happens, by next year we will be really comfortable so we would have quite a bit of money to throw at my uterus. I suppose they might do another semen analysis on Mister and I will have Wand of Doom time and blood work, but a lot of the stuff should not have to be repeated and if so would not be for months and months. And even if what worked last time did not work this time, at the extreme we still have two IVF's we could use. But what would another pregnancy do to me? And what if we DID have multiples next? How would we handle a toddler if I am on bed rest? What if we had a toddler and ANOTHER COLICKY BABY? Is there enough ginchocolatepotatochipscoffee in the world?
I don't think I am jumping the gun considering this stuff now. It's not like I am getting older and more fertile. We will have to start getting ready almost immediately if we decide to go forward with another baby. I would love for Peter to have a sibling, as crazy as my sister can make me I would not trade her for anything. I have put my dream of three children to bed. While I could maybe handle a second go round we have both agreed I will be too old for a third for us to be comfortable with it. I know it is the hormones but when I think about it, I see the specter of the third child that will never be. I always wanted that element of insanity that you get when you add a third child to the mix.
On the plus side, I am now 14 pounds BELOW my pre-pregnancy weight. And that is with us making really terrible menu choices because we are both too tired to cook or go shopping. Hello, we had brownies and Easter candy for breakfast yesterday. Mister did get to the store last night, so we have some better choices in the house.
Well, my tiny dictator is awake. And .03 seconds from screaming.
It is just insane. And I could not get a nap because he hardly slept during the day yesterday and when he did it was an hour at a time. It takes me an hour just to fall asleep, so no nap. I am telling you, as happy and thrilled and delighted and in love with my baby as I am there is still no getting around the fact that I am O-L-D and averaging four hours of sleep in a twenty four hour period for three weeks is brutal.
At the pediatricians yesterday, Peter was weighed and is at eight pounds 12 ounces so at least we know breastfeeding is a success. The doctor said she was very happy about that. She said he either has colic or reflux or both. We are elevating him this week and if that does not work than we will try some prilosec or whatever for two weeks. If that does not work she said the default is colic since he appears healthy in every way.
She said crying would not kill him, and there is nothing wrong with walking away from him for five minutes when we need a break. I can't. I just can't leave him to cry alone. It's not like he is two and throwing a tantrum. She did also say that if I am eating a fairly normal diet then it's nothing I'm eating that is bothering him.
We told her than he has been wailing like this since he was two days old and that we had read colic did not start till three weeks. She said that is true but that he is exhibiting textbook colic. I don't know. When we took him for a walk today ( his first walk outside!) we hoped it would put him to sleep. Nope. He screamed and screamed and Mister pointed out that if he did have reflux the angle Peter was laying at was just right to back everything up his throat.
The vibrating bouncy seat is helping for about twenty minutes at a clip. We did ask the doctor if a swing would help and she said not to bother. I am back and forth on the damn swing ( haha back and forth on the swing). I also REALLY don't want another enormous piece of baby stuff in the house.
This is really making me wonder if we could even handle another baby. God help us, what if we had twins? There is no WAY we could have handled twins with colic. The very idea gives me a cold chill. I know it is bizarre to think about another baby so soon but as we all know , if we want one Mister and I will have to decide soon so I can get on a plan at the RE's and they can start getting me in shape for another pregnancy.
I believe Elizabeth ( my favorite nurse and the one that knocked me up) told me that the ob would release me to the RE. And my six week check up is in just over two weeks. So even though we could not have an IUI for another year there would still be dieting and stuff to get ready and I could be back at the RE's as early as June. I wish I was not 35. Then it wouldn't be an issue. But I am 35, and it is an issue.
So we have to think about it. The way I see it there are a couple hurdles. Oddly enough, I don't think money will be one since we already know what is wrong with us and have had our assload of testing already. And unless something crazy happens, by next year we will be really comfortable so we would have quite a bit of money to throw at my uterus. I suppose they might do another semen analysis on Mister and I will have Wand of Doom time and blood work, but a lot of the stuff should not have to be repeated and if so would not be for months and months. And even if what worked last time did not work this time, at the extreme we still have two IVF's we could use. But what would another pregnancy do to me? And what if we DID have multiples next? How would we handle a toddler if I am on bed rest? What if we had a toddler and ANOTHER COLICKY BABY? Is there enough ginchocolatepotatochipscoffee in the world?
I don't think I am jumping the gun considering this stuff now. It's not like I am getting older and more fertile. We will have to start getting ready almost immediately if we decide to go forward with another baby. I would love for Peter to have a sibling, as crazy as my sister can make me I would not trade her for anything. I have put my dream of three children to bed. While I could maybe handle a second go round we have both agreed I will be too old for a third for us to be comfortable with it. I know it is the hormones but when I think about it, I see the specter of the third child that will never be. I always wanted that element of insanity that you get when you add a third child to the mix.
On the plus side, I am now 14 pounds BELOW my pre-pregnancy weight. And that is with us making really terrible menu choices because we are both too tired to cook or go shopping. Hello, we had brownies and Easter candy for breakfast yesterday. Mister did get to the store last night, so we have some better choices in the house.
Well, my tiny dictator is awake. And .03 seconds from screaming.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
We are headed to the pediatrician today
I called them at 2 30 this morning. Poor Peter, it CAN'T be right for a baby to shriek like that. It has to be something they can fix. He slept two hours last night. Now he is sleeping propped up on an angle on Daddy. He nursed for hours and hours and hours yesterday and last night and wailed if I took him off after he fell asleep. I am praying he has GERD because then at least he can get medicine. He has a hungry cry, tired cry and a dirty diaper/angry cry. The other is different it is just a shriek of pain. If they try and tell me he is perfectly healthy again I am gonna get a second opinion. Because there is NO WAY this is normal.
Poor wee man.
Poor wee man.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
slogging through
We may be finding better ways to deal with poor Peter's gas. If I believed in magical thinking I would stop saying things like that because every time we have a good night the next night is atrocious. I feed him on one side, we burp him( mixed results- he is NOT easy to burp) and then give him Mylicon. Then we try to get him to eat on the other side. Some success.
The last two days he has been wailing in the daytime and not the nighttime. Which, while still piteous, fantastically loud, and exhausting is at least in the daytime and not at two a.m.
I am feeling happy but very one dimensional in that all I do is take care of Peter. So I am kind of boring. I am looking forward to reclaiming my life. I miss sex. Remember sex? Me neither. I have lost all my baby weight plus some and can wear some of my pre- baby clothes. I am feeling pretty good c-section wise. If I laugh too hard or too long it hurts a lot. If I get up too much in the night it hurts. Also, Peter really likes to lay on my chest and kick my scar. Thanks, I'll be putting that in my THINGS TO MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY ABOUT LATER FILE.
I cannot believe how little time I have to call my own. Holy Moly. He smiles if you tickle his chin just right.
The last two days he has been wailing in the daytime and not the nighttime. Which, while still piteous, fantastically loud, and exhausting is at least in the daytime and not at two a.m.
I am feeling happy but very one dimensional in that all I do is take care of Peter. So I am kind of boring. I am looking forward to reclaiming my life. I miss sex. Remember sex? Me neither. I have lost all my baby weight plus some and can wear some of my pre- baby clothes. I am feeling pretty good c-section wise. If I laugh too hard or too long it hurts a lot. If I get up too much in the night it hurts. Also, Peter really likes to lay on my chest and kick my scar. Thanks, I'll be putting that in my THINGS TO MAKE YOU FEEL GUILTY ABOUT LATER FILE.
I cannot believe how little time I have to call my own. Holy Moly. He smiles if you tickle his chin just right.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Easter is tomorrow and unless there is a Tragic Barf Incident, Peter has a very cute blue and white Easter outfit to wear to his Auntie's. We went to my sister's yesterday, and had a very nice dinner. Peter slept great last night! Can I repeat PETER SLEPT GREAT LAST NIGHT. Thank yew Baby Jesus. I even brought him downstairs and had time to unload the dishwasher, wash dishes, make coffee and DRINK it while he has his first morning nap. He is making a little noise so I think I am coming to the end of my peace but whatever, it is nice while it lasts.
He went to bed at a miraculous 10, and slept an hour and a half then would eat for twenty minutes. He had a spell where he ate for an hour and a half ( hello I thought I would fall asleep and roll off the bed) and then slept over three hours. He was cuddly and happy and not screamy. It was great.
Our dryer died. The new dryer comes today. Goodbye five hundred dollars. This has been Major Appliance Week at our house since we also bought a hepa air filter ( 115 dollars) and a giant carpet cleaner ( on sale 150 dollars). Yikes. But you can't have a two week old and no dryer. Helllll no.
The cats are still very depressed and I would have cracked and let them in our bedroom by now but Mister says no. And he is right. We are sure they won't jump in the bassinet but Mister pointed out that breastfeeding in bed with the cats would be awful. And he is right. It is hard enough to breastfeed in bed with just Mister. We have an assload of cleaning to do today, because we have V.I.P. company coming on Monday. I just cannot have company in our house when it is sloppy.
He went to bed at a miraculous 10, and slept an hour and a half then would eat for twenty minutes. He had a spell where he ate for an hour and a half ( hello I thought I would fall asleep and roll off the bed) and then slept over three hours. He was cuddly and happy and not screamy. It was great.
Our dryer died. The new dryer comes today. Goodbye five hundred dollars. This has been Major Appliance Week at our house since we also bought a hepa air filter ( 115 dollars) and a giant carpet cleaner ( on sale 150 dollars). Yikes. But you can't have a two week old and no dryer. Helllll no.
The cats are still very depressed and I would have cracked and let them in our bedroom by now but Mister says no. And he is right. We are sure they won't jump in the bassinet but Mister pointed out that breastfeeding in bed with the cats would be awful. And he is right. It is hard enough to breastfeed in bed with just Mister. We have an assload of cleaning to do today, because we have V.I.P. company coming on Monday. I just cannot have company in our house when it is sloppy.
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