Wednesday, November 16, 2011

7 weeks

Joe and I survived our first night out away from Mason this past weekend. And he did wonderful...it was definitely a lot harder on Mom and Dad...and hopefully this will help when the day comes when I have to return to work.

We also finally captured Mason's smile...he's been showing us a smile over the past week but this was by far the biggest one we've seen...I never thought such a small gesture would melt my heart as much as this little gummy smile did...I can't wait to hear the laugh that comes with this precious smile :)




Joe's grandparents came down to visit and we were able to get a 4 generation photo:


We also nailed down his baptism date, thankfully our pastor is doing a special ceremony during the week so my sister can be there while she is home over the holidays...we've also asked all the godparents and this lucky little boy will have 6 of them. Yeah, a little excessive but we didn't want to leave any of the aunts and uncles excluded.

And now for our week in pictures...




This is Mason's favorite napping spot on Dad...and they are both wearing pants that Grandma Wanda sewed.



My little monkey, napping on momma...



He loves to sleep with his hand on his face...so stinking cute :)


Sunday, November 13, 2011

first cold...

We survived our first trip to the ER and are surviving our first cold. I noticed on Tuesday night that Mason's breathing started to sound congested when I was nursing him before bedtime...I was hoping it was just from the ceiling fan being on the night before, so I left it off that night. All day Wednesday, he struggled a little to breath...so I started googling how to relieve congestion. A lot of the websites I found said you should call at the first sign of illness in babies under 3 months. So I called the nurses hotline and based on his symptoms and age, she recommended we take him in. It was 4pm at this point, so we would never get into see a doctor and urgent care would be at least an hour or two wait. So we headed to the ER instead to make sure all was well and was just hopefully a cold. They took a chest xray and tested him for RSV, both came back normal. We then had to follow up with our primary doctor, which we did on Friday. She said his lungs sounded good, so she confirmed it was just a cold. He's been more fussy than normal and not eating as long...but he's still eating some and having wet diapers, the doctor said we could expect shorter feeding sessions while he's getting over the cold...and no fever yet either, which is good news!

I'm so thankful it was just a cold and nothing more serious! We're just using saline drops and a snot sucker to help him breathe easier, poor little guy :(

Also, he got weighed and he was 10 POUNDS 5.5 OUNCES already, holy crap!! I'm so relieved to know he is growing but he is going to double his weight well before his 2 month appointment on the 29th...at this rate, he'll be fitting into his 6M clothes in just a few weeks :(

Mason getting some cuddles and kisses from momma in the ER:


Thursday, November 10, 2011

sleep...what is that again?

For all the moms out there and for those who will be someday...I thought this blog was worth sharing and reminding us on those horrible, horrible nights...that we aren't alone. I was relieved to know I'm not the only mother in the world that has dropped more swear words than I'm willing to admit and screamed into a pillow during a sleepless night of fussing....nothing (and I really mean nothing) will ever prepare you for this adventure...and it won't always be easy, but then again, nothing worth having ever is.

Taken from: Ain't No Mom Jeans Blog

Brief historical overview of my feelings about "sleep training" (a phrase which I have since come to hate):

Before I Had A Baby: "Oh yes, I will sleep train, my baby will cry it out, I must preserve my night time or I will go insane!"

Shortly After Having A Baby: "I could never, in a million trillion zillion years, listen to my baby cry or fuss in her crib without me because my heart will simply break of sadness! I can live on less sleep than any other human organism if I have to!"

Eight Months Later: "We might have to try and sort of maybe kind of work on her sleeping habits a teeny bit because me and my boobies need some sleep more sleep never enough sleep I'm tired."

Today: "What we're doing is working...but we're not doing anything...and sometimes it doesn't work. Awww crap she won't be a baby forever bring me a caffeinated beverage."

After I had the baby, I was really shocked at how quickly people started asking things like "how does she sleep?" "is she a good sleeper?' "is she sleeping through the night yet?" And in all those questions, both consciously and subconsciously, people were judging. Rating. Assessing. My answers to those questions, I began to realize, supposedly revealed the personality of my baby, the style of my parenting, my mettle as a mother.

There are, I think, a few babies that sleep so much and so easily and nothing ever happens to change that and their mother likes to talk about it all the time so much never stopping:  'Oh little Jo-Jo is such a good sleeper, I just made sure to do x, y and z from day one and that was all I had to do and now I am always well rested and on the ball!'

Maybe those babies are as rare as an ivory-billed woodpecker, or perhaps they are more like...unicorns (and/or the mothers are more like embellishers of the truth).

Either way, if your baby isn't like little Jo-Jo take heart in knowing you are not alone. Not by a long shot. 

From what I've discerned, most babies are kind of just somewhere in the middle of the unicorn-always-sleeps and the nightmare-never-sleeps. Grows in and out of stages, starts to sleep better, finally takes to the crib, gets a tooth, gets a cold, gets over it, sleeps better, has a bad night, has a bad week, and so on and so on until suddenly the baby is some kind of teenager and you can't get it out of bed in the morning to save your life.

My attitude towards the baby's sleep habits is actually a point of pride for me as a mother. Overall, Dave and I have been really intuitive in our approach. We kept her in our room until the sounds of her sleeping kept us up, and the sounds of us sleeping woke her up. We let her sleep in our bed for stretches of each night and some mornings for as long as we/she wanted...and then we didn't anymore. We swaddled until she was rolling, which led us to discover she was a stomach sleeper. We rocked her to sleep for naps. I nursed her to sleep for bedtime. We moved her bed time when she gave us signals, we answered her call (screams) through sleep regressions and growth spurts and new teeth and stomach pain. We did whatever was working and stopped what wasn't. Sometimes it took us a while to figure out what that meant. Not simple, but usually effective.

And gradually, steadily, the amount of sleep we got did improve. Does improve. Sleep deprived parents of new babies make bargains: If we could only sleep 2 hours straight/4 hours straight/6 hours straight during this blasted growth spurt/tooth/cold oh my god child...then we'd be better able to cope. If we could only have a few hours to ourselves in the evening. If I could sleep all the way through the night...just once.

Now, despite all this very calm, intuitive, perspective driven parenting we've done, I'd be a lying liar if I didn't tell you that in the dark, deep, depths of the night after hourly wakings or endless fussing I have said some very, very bad things. Things said out of frustration and exhaustion and fear that I'm doing this all wrong. F-bombs have been dropped, pillows have been on the receiving end of my screams, unfair accusations have been hurled between Dave and I as we blame each other for everything, anything and mostly our own sleeplessness. Those nights are the worst. And yet somehow, even after those nights, you wake up in the morning and things are fine. Caffeine exists and your baby is the cutest ever born and your spouse is your partner not your enemy.

Overall, we don't complain about the sleep habits of our child because we know there is always someone going through something worse. Most nights, at this point, she only wakes once. Most times, we lay her in bed awake and she just talks herself to sleep. But I also don't brag, because other times she is up over and over all night long, needs to be rocked into a coma and set down gently like a bomb about to go off. I don't know what this means or how we did it. So we try not to boast or bemoan...just in case jinxes are real.

I don't know the best way to help you help your baby to sleep more, other than to trust your gut. If something feels wrong, don't do it. If it feels right, do it. If something works for months but then isn't anymore, move on. If the methods/books/incantations that your friends swear by don't work for you, forget it. If you're tired, that's normal. If you're afraid you're never going to sleep again, you're not alone but you are mistaken. So I'm told.

I do know the truth about all those premature, nosey, judging questions about how much your baby sleeps. They don't mean anything.

If your baby sleeps well and easily I am honestly so happy for you, but it doesn't mean you are better mother than the rest or that your baby is 'good'. It means your baby is relaxed and you are lucky.

If you have a baby who is trying to kill you slowly by fighting sleep at every turn, it does not mean you are a bad mother or that your baby is 'difficult'. It means your baby is spirited and you are going to laugh about this someday. 

That's it. Move on. No more internal dialogue on failure, that's the exhaustion talking.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

6 weeks

Mason is 6 weeks today...which just blows my mind. It feels like Mason has always been here. It also marks the half way point of my maternity leave...which makes me incredibly sad. I always thought I'd be ready to go back and have no desire to be a SAHM...but I definitely underestimated how madly in love I would fall with my little boy and how hard it is going to be to be away from him. My heart aches just leaving him for an hour or two, just to run errands or to get out and about by myself. So my only option is to win the lottery now...come on powerball!! :)

I made the mistake of looking back at photos from the hospital and first few weeks home...it made me cry, seriously my little 5lb munchkin has turned into a 8-9 lb chunky monkey! I can't believe how fast he's gained and grown from that September night. And I used to stress if he was eating enough, HA! I think I can lay that worry to rest now :) I've also had to put some of the clothes he's outgrown into storage in the basement (including his going home outfit)...so hard to see clothes he used to drown in now not button or fit. We've also upgraded to the yellow GMD cloth diapers over the weekend...they are still quite big on him but the orange (newborn size) was getting to be tight around the waist and hard to get on a squirming baby. I teared up washing those for the last time and putting those into the bin as well :(

Breastfeeding is going so much better...and we survived our first feeding last night without the boppy (I forgot to bring it when we were out). Most of the pain I was feeling has passed and now the art of pumping and building a supply for daycare begins. Joe and I are hoping to go out for a bit on Saturday night without him, so we're experimenting with how much he's been eating and increasing my supply. It will be the first time we both leave him at the same time...and the first time for me being away for more than 1.5 hours. Wish us luck...I know I won't stop thinking and worrying about him and won't entirely enjoy myself...but it will be good for us to get out and have some "us" time.

Mason has his good nights and bad nights...some nights I've been up from 11-4 with him with no sleep...others are like last night with 5 hour and 3.5 hour stretches between feedings and diaper changes. We've found that swaddling and turning the heat down tends to help too.

I think I have his cries figured out for the most part too...I know the hunger and pain cries for sure! He also loves to smile at me when I talk to him...he sure loves to stare up at his momma, which I never get enough of. I'm trying to treasure every snuggle and take every moment in and sear it into my memory, I know the time when all he wants to do is play and his snuggles will be far and few between...will sadly be here before I know it.

Otherwise, life is pretty good here at the P residence...it really can't get any better than this, we both love being parents...I truly believe I was put on this earth to be his momma...I never really believed how your instincts just kick in...but they really do! A lot of this has just come natural for me, which relieves so much of the stress I felt before he was born.

And now for our week in pictures...

 Happy Halloween!!
 Pretty sure she hated me that day...
 My 2 little punkins!