This is my first break since 7 30 this morning. Great jumping hoptoads! Or Holy Shit, whatever. We got some stuff done this weekend, but sadly nothing in the house. As is evident by the state of the house. We went to the mall yesterday to try and find something ( ANYTHING) for me to wear to Andrea's wedding. When we got there, Mister said " Should we walk around the mall first?" and started to wander off and browse. I gave him a look that said " Are you CRAZY" while actually saying "Are you CRAZY?" we have a limited amount of time before Peter is hungry/thirsty/poopie we need to GO."
We went to Torrid, since I am actually a fan of Torrid and while I did fall in love with a totally unsuitable dress http://twi-star.blogspot.com/2010/04/torrid-bellas-new-moon-b-day-dress-for.html ( maybe that worked?) there was no way I could breastfeed in it without stripping nekkid.
So off we went to Macy's and Peter decided he was AWAKE AND UNHAPPY. Mister changed him and I fed him. Sorry Macy's shoppers, but that is what the couch in the restroom is for. Anyhow, I was fervently hoping Peter was going to eat and be done and was not settling in for one of his hour long marathons. When we were finished I asked Mister if he understood why I had been rushing through the mall. He said yes.
We found an awesome, cute and flattering dress that I could breastfeed in. Believe me, I was shocked too. I bought a bra, and it makes me look absolutely pornographic. Like I could name one boob Pammy and one boob Jenna. Helllllllo tatas.
Then we found some shoes, they are black and while to match the dress. http://www.shoebuy.com/etienne-aigner-tamara/365778/780589 that's the shoes
http://www.motherhood.com/Product.asp?Product_Id=952330022&MasterCategory_Id=MC3
Peter slept pretty well, although he refused his bottle and I was sad. So I had no break from cow duty.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Could we be turning a corner?
He has been crying much less since Thursday. The last day he was really inconsolable was Wednesday. And even that was better than it had been. He still has periods of wailing but not hours and hours. He also seems to be better able to burp on his own.
Yesterday was miraculous in that my sister and Mom came to visit and I got a TWO HOUR NAP. I felt kinda bad to leave them, but after all they came to see Peter more than anything. We bought the CRV in the morning and it was weird. We are One Of Those People. The people with big cars and baby equipment. Weird. Hard to digest. We are small car kind of people. But baby gear takes up an assload of room.
It is pretty comfy and I am in love with it already since I was able to get into the back seat and nurse Peter without much trouble. Try climbing into the backseat of a Mazda 3. Not happening.
We tried really hard to keep Peter awake yesterday. We even went to Target at 9 p.m. He was FURIOUS because even though he ate and was changed right before we left, he wet himself and was demanding food as soon as we got there. So we cut our trip short, and I fed him again in the backseat while Mister played with the car and listened to the end of the baseball game.
We were richly rewarded for dragging him all over creation, Peter ate and then SLEPT for four and a half hours. Then, incredibly woke up for a diaper change and went back to sleep, and THEN woke up for food, and WENT BACK TO SLEEP! Holy God we slept seven hours. It was amazing. And he has been happy all morning and is taking a nap. I don't even have a headache right now.
We are going to try again today and take him grocery shopping, clothes shopping and potentially shoe shopping. The idea that we might get that much sleep again is intoxicating.
I am also packing up all his Carter's newborn clothes, he has outgrown them. Well, he is so thin that there is plenty of room in the sides but they are all short on him and tight at the crotch. Soo onto three month and up. He has a different brand of newborn that still fits, AYM told me Carter's run small. We also have to find an outfit for him to wear to Andrea's wedding. His fancy Christian Dior outfit will be too small for him I think. Poo. But we want something supercute for the wedding, because why not dammit. He is cute and I want to dress him up. But I REFUSE to buy one of those horrid white tuxedos people dress little boys in, I HATE THOSE. Ugh.
Yesterday was miraculous in that my sister and Mom came to visit and I got a TWO HOUR NAP. I felt kinda bad to leave them, but after all they came to see Peter more than anything. We bought the CRV in the morning and it was weird. We are One Of Those People. The people with big cars and baby equipment. Weird. Hard to digest. We are small car kind of people. But baby gear takes up an assload of room.
It is pretty comfy and I am in love with it already since I was able to get into the back seat and nurse Peter without much trouble. Try climbing into the backseat of a Mazda 3. Not happening.
We tried really hard to keep Peter awake yesterday. We even went to Target at 9 p.m. He was FURIOUS because even though he ate and was changed right before we left, he wet himself and was demanding food as soon as we got there. So we cut our trip short, and I fed him again in the backseat while Mister played with the car and listened to the end of the baseball game.
We were richly rewarded for dragging him all over creation, Peter ate and then SLEPT for four and a half hours. Then, incredibly woke up for a diaper change and went back to sleep, and THEN woke up for food, and WENT BACK TO SLEEP! Holy God we slept seven hours. It was amazing. And he has been happy all morning and is taking a nap. I don't even have a headache right now.
We are going to try again today and take him grocery shopping, clothes shopping and potentially shoe shopping. The idea that we might get that much sleep again is intoxicating.
I am also packing up all his Carter's newborn clothes, he has outgrown them. Well, he is so thin that there is plenty of room in the sides but they are all short on him and tight at the crotch. Soo onto three month and up. He has a different brand of newborn that still fits, AYM told me Carter's run small. We also have to find an outfit for him to wear to Andrea's wedding. His fancy Christian Dior outfit will be too small for him I think. Poo. But we want something supercute for the wedding, because why not dammit. He is cute and I want to dress him up. But I REFUSE to buy one of those horrid white tuxedos people dress little boys in, I HATE THOSE. Ugh.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Another allnighter
Oddly, no screaming or fussing. He was just READY TO PARTY. Like a tiny Hank Williams Jr. I think he tried to do a keg stand on my boob. We slept about two hours. Today is a busy day, we are looking at the Honda and might buy it today if the deal is good enough.
Our teevee died last night. Mister might be able to fix it. At last his computer and electrical engineering degrees will be good for something. He says it might be these two doohickeys on the circuit board. He didn't say doohickeys, but whatever. So he is going to take the teevee apart tomorrow. I know I usually am begging him NOT to take stuff apart, but I know he has built computers and all so I am fine with it. Especially if it will save us a five hundred dollar repair bill.
I actually did not have cable for years during and after college. I could not afford it, and it would have been a total waste because I worked so much that when I was home the only thing on was informercials. I just watched videos and dvds. So I will be fine without the teevee for however long it takes. If Mister fixes it, then we'll have it back tomorrow, if it has to be repaired that will take about two weeks and if we have to buy a new one we decided to wait for a good sale.
Seriously, how many appliances are we going to buy this year? I have a pretty bad headache from our all night rave. At least there wasn't much hollering.
Our teevee died last night. Mister might be able to fix it. At last his computer and electrical engineering degrees will be good for something. He says it might be these two doohickeys on the circuit board. He didn't say doohickeys, but whatever. So he is going to take the teevee apart tomorrow. I know I usually am begging him NOT to take stuff apart, but I know he has built computers and all so I am fine with it. Especially if it will save us a five hundred dollar repair bill.
I actually did not have cable for years during and after college. I could not afford it, and it would have been a total waste because I worked so much that when I was home the only thing on was informercials. I just watched videos and dvds. So I will be fine without the teevee for however long it takes. If Mister fixes it, then we'll have it back tomorrow, if it has to be repaired that will take about two weeks and if we have to buy a new one we decided to wait for a good sale.
Seriously, how many appliances are we going to buy this year? I have a pretty bad headache from our all night rave. At least there wasn't much hollering.
Friday, April 16, 2010
No drugs
I saw a different doctor and they still said no drugs. She said he might have slight reflux but that it would be better to keep him upright in a swing or his bouncy.
sigh. damn hippies.
I was honest with her and told her the mylicon/gripe water/upright/on a slant combination had taken it from unbearable to merely painful. Maybe I should have lied. As far as I know, I don't get a medal for this and neither does he.
He is 9lb 3 oz which is the 25th percentile for his height which is 23 inches and the 90th percentile.
They said he looked great. They did ask me all this stuff like... how long does he feed for and how often? How many dirty/wet diapers does he have a day? I told them I had no idea because I was too tired to keep track and that I let him eat whenever he wanted for as long as he wanted because ME NO LIKEE CRYING.
Which he is doing right now. Gotta pick up Sir Crank A Lot.
sigh. damn hippies.
I was honest with her and told her the mylicon/gripe water/upright/on a slant combination had taken it from unbearable to merely painful. Maybe I should have lied. As far as I know, I don't get a medal for this and neither does he.
He is 9lb 3 oz which is the 25th percentile for his height which is 23 inches and the 90th percentile.
They said he looked great. They did ask me all this stuff like... how long does he feed for and how often? How many dirty/wet diapers does he have a day? I told them I had no idea because I was too tired to keep track and that I let him eat whenever he wanted for as long as he wanted because ME NO LIKEE CRYING.
Which he is doing right now. Gotta pick up Sir Crank A Lot.
Hargily blargh
or somesuch. Coffee SOON. Last night I crawled into bed and slept for four hours. I had pumped five ounces for Peter. I am going to do more today if I get the chance. Then since we know it is working, we are going to get an electric pump. Either a Lactina or a Symphony. He takes the bottle very nicely and then sleeps. We give it to him after dinner. It's a good thing I slept then,because I only had one hour during the rest of the night.
Mister went and looked at a new car yesterday, his Mazda 3 is not cutting it. So we are looking at a Honda something. We are going on Saturday morning to check it out. We need more space.The stroller takes up the Mazda's entire trunk.
I have gained back five pounds, I think because of all the junk food I am eating trying to stay awake. But I am still 10 pounds lighter than before I got pregnant so I'm not too bothered. Hopefully it won't be quite so crazy soon. Possibly there are people that can listen to their baby wail while they make a big old lunch but I am not one of them.
The pediatrician appointment is at 2, and if they don't make with the drugs I am getting a second opinion. Because keeping him upright helps, but I need more than one damn hour of sleep in my own bed. He only settles if I am holding him, and in the daytime only sleeps in the bouncy chair. While I do love holding him, I think it's excessive and I really would like some non-baby wearing time.
Mister went and looked at a new car yesterday, his Mazda 3 is not cutting it. So we are looking at a Honda something. We are going on Saturday morning to check it out. We need more space.The stroller takes up the Mazda's entire trunk.
I have gained back five pounds, I think because of all the junk food I am eating trying to stay awake. But I am still 10 pounds lighter than before I got pregnant so I'm not too bothered. Hopefully it won't be quite so crazy soon. Possibly there are people that can listen to their baby wail while they make a big old lunch but I am not one of them.
The pediatrician appointment is at 2, and if they don't make with the drugs I am getting a second opinion. Because keeping him upright helps, but I need more than one damn hour of sleep in my own bed. He only settles if I am holding him, and in the daytime only sleeps in the bouncy chair. While I do love holding him, I think it's excessive and I really would like some non-baby wearing time.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Today
is not my favorite. Yesterday Peter cried and cried so piteously. While he has improved, I am still going to ask for the damn antacid. Poor wee man. I don't even remember much of last night at all. Mister had baseball tickets and he and my Dad went to the Phillies game. So he had work, then shot home and got changed, was gone till after 11 and basically my stepmom and I were on Mission Impossible, Keep Peter Happy. I was soooooo tired. And Mister had an anxiety attack. Fun. On the other hand, at least we knew what it was this time since the last time we went to the hospital. So we will not be getting ass raped with more hospital bills.
I think it was because we owe over two grand on our taxes. And a BIG EFF YOU to Pennsylvania since we can't write off our medical costs. You would think owing that much money that I would have better clothes or a new couch or something. We also figured out I drove 1600 miles to the RE over the last year. So we cracked open our piggy bank and sent out the check. SIGH. Anyhow I think the tax bill is why Mister had the anxiety attack, since the last attack was a few days before our IUI. We had some kind of Perfect Storm with our taxes. We are not qualified for the new home owners rebate since it was exactly three years since we sold the condo, if we had waited one more month to buy we would have gotten the eight grand.
Then we could not write off our medical bills. And we went up a bracket. Which is nice but we made it into the next bracket by like 400 dollars. So that sucks. Then ( this is my fault) I screwed up my withholding when we moved. Ugh. What a mess. Anyhow we filed for an extension so we could have an accountant check everything in the slim hope that we don't owe that much. Maybe we will get some of the money back. Riiight.
And ( I feel like I am in Queen For A Day) I pushed myself too hard yesterday and cleaned too much. Hello pain. Standing up is not enjoyable. Standing up while holding PETER is even less enjoyable.
I told Mister he has to rest all weekend. Which was, I admit something I did not want to do. I really wanted to climb into bed myself. Peter is napping now, so I suppose I should get dressed or some such.
I think it was because we owe over two grand on our taxes. And a BIG EFF YOU to Pennsylvania since we can't write off our medical costs. You would think owing that much money that I would have better clothes or a new couch or something. We also figured out I drove 1600 miles to the RE over the last year. So we cracked open our piggy bank and sent out the check. SIGH. Anyhow I think the tax bill is why Mister had the anxiety attack, since the last attack was a few days before our IUI. We had some kind of Perfect Storm with our taxes. We are not qualified for the new home owners rebate since it was exactly three years since we sold the condo, if we had waited one more month to buy we would have gotten the eight grand.
Then we could not write off our medical bills. And we went up a bracket. Which is nice but we made it into the next bracket by like 400 dollars. So that sucks. Then ( this is my fault) I screwed up my withholding when we moved. Ugh. What a mess. Anyhow we filed for an extension so we could have an accountant check everything in the slim hope that we don't owe that much. Maybe we will get some of the money back. Riiight.
And ( I feel like I am in Queen For A Day) I pushed myself too hard yesterday and cleaned too much. Hello pain. Standing up is not enjoyable. Standing up while holding PETER is even less enjoyable.
I told Mister he has to rest all weekend. Which was, I admit something I did not want to do. I really wanted to climb into bed myself. Peter is napping now, so I suppose I should get dressed or some such.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
good morning
it sure is. Somehow, magically Peter slept for five hours and it was IN THE NIGHTTIME. Peter was ravenous all day but I sneaked out two ounces into a bottle. I am trying to keep two bottles in the fridge. Anyhow, after our dinner I fed our little piggie and then he wanted more. So I left the room and faceplanted into the mattress while Mister gave Peter his first bottle. I heard fussing and soothing and blessed silence. Then I heard "wow you sucked the whole thing down."
Mister brought him back to me because incredibly he wanted MORE. I fed him and we both fell asleep on the chair until I think three a.m. I woke up and tried to get him to feed again but he was NOT HAVING ANY. So I put him in the bassinet and climbed/threw myself/ staggered and creaked back to bed. Half and hour later he was ringing the dinner bell. Then it was after four so I figured we might as well get up. I fed him some more, and put him in his chair and cleaned the kitchen.
He is just waking up now, and I am having a nice, quiet minute with my coffee. It's pretty nice, even if I do smell like puke.
Dearest Jesus,
Thank you. Can we go for round two tonight?
hugs and kisses,
Celia
Mister brought him back to me because incredibly he wanted MORE. I fed him and we both fell asleep on the chair until I think three a.m. I woke up and tried to get him to feed again but he was NOT HAVING ANY. So I put him in the bassinet and climbed/threw myself/ staggered and creaked back to bed. Half and hour later he was ringing the dinner bell. Then it was after four so I figured we might as well get up. I fed him some more, and put him in his chair and cleaned the kitchen.
He is just waking up now, and I am having a nice, quiet minute with my coffee. It's pretty nice, even if I do smell like puke.
Dearest Jesus,
Thank you. Can we go for round two tonight?
hugs and kisses,
Celia
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