Sunday, September 9, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Snowshoes
Yesterday, I treated myself to a new pair of sneakers and discovered that my feet have also been mangled from being pregnant. I bought the same brand name and the same style and my feet are now exactly one size bigger than they have always been (and no, my feet are not swelled up either).
All I can say is that I can't wait for Kristi to have a baby-she better start stocking up on any size 12's the stores have in stock-hahaha!
All I can say is that I can't wait for Kristi to have a baby-she better start stocking up on any size 12's the stores have in stock-hahaha!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Yesterday Sucked
I fed Nathaniel a bottle of Similac yesterday with the hopes of gradually weaning him for when I go back to work in November. He gobbled it down, then slept for 4 hours-I was pleased. He woke up, I breast fed him then he proceeded to empty the entire contents of his stomach all over himself and somehow, down my sleeve. Yes, I let the dogs eat it. Not because I was lazy but I thought it would be better to clean my baby rather than the floor first and those pups are quick for anything slightly edible.
This cycle continued into the night (with the exception of the dogs). He puked on a number of sleepers and a few thousand receiving blankets. He looked so pathetic as he was puking that it was heartbreaking, with his little tear filled eyes and red face. Of course, as soon as he puked, about 5 minutes later, he was hungry and would scream hysterically for more food which would in turn make him sick again. Finally, he became so tired that he only needed to feed for 5 minutes then he would fall asleep and not puke.
Due to me substituting a feed with Similac and Nathaniel not eating as much as usual, my boobs became confused. They protested by becoming hard as a rock and very sore. Since the baby wasn't really eating and I needed to get that milk out of my body, I went and got the dogs. Joking. This is not going to turn into a jar of peanut butter urban legend. I went and got my breast pump to relieve the pain. I had to sterilize it first so I popped it in the microwave sterilizer along with a soother and a couple of bottles. About 20 seconds later, I smelled this horrible scent and looked up to see flames in the microwave. I yanked out the sterilizer and everything was black inside and the soother was a melted blob with a small metal wire sticking out that I was unaware of. I managed to salvage the sterilizer but the pump was toast and my pain was increasing and it was 10:30PM. Iain earned some major points by driving all of the way to Nashwaaksis to Shopper's to buy a new pump for me ( it was the only place that had one and was open).
Then I was paranoid all night that Nathaniel was going to puke and choke in his sleep so needless to say I was a bit exhausted today after a rather restless sleep. He is feeling great now and I am looking forward to a good sleep-please let that monkey sleep for at least 4 hours in a row sometime tonight.
This cycle continued into the night (with the exception of the dogs). He puked on a number of sleepers and a few thousand receiving blankets. He looked so pathetic as he was puking that it was heartbreaking, with his little tear filled eyes and red face. Of course, as soon as he puked, about 5 minutes later, he was hungry and would scream hysterically for more food which would in turn make him sick again. Finally, he became so tired that he only needed to feed for 5 minutes then he would fall asleep and not puke.
Due to me substituting a feed with Similac and Nathaniel not eating as much as usual, my boobs became confused. They protested by becoming hard as a rock and very sore. Since the baby wasn't really eating and I needed to get that milk out of my body, I went and got the dogs. Joking. This is not going to turn into a jar of peanut butter urban legend. I went and got my breast pump to relieve the pain. I had to sterilize it first so I popped it in the microwave sterilizer along with a soother and a couple of bottles. About 20 seconds later, I smelled this horrible scent and looked up to see flames in the microwave. I yanked out the sterilizer and everything was black inside and the soother was a melted blob with a small metal wire sticking out that I was unaware of. I managed to salvage the sterilizer but the pump was toast and my pain was increasing and it was 10:30PM. Iain earned some major points by driving all of the way to Nashwaaksis to Shopper's to buy a new pump for me ( it was the only place that had one and was open).
Then I was paranoid all night that Nathaniel was going to puke and choke in his sleep so needless to say I was a bit exhausted today after a rather restless sleep. He is feeling great now and I am looking forward to a good sleep-please let that monkey sleep for at least 4 hours in a row sometime tonight.
Anger Management
Anybody else ever get insanely angry at this stupid blogsite when it won't publish your posts properly? Or am I just psycho?
Monday, September 3, 2007
Times Are Changing
Things I didn't plan on when having a baby:
- my wonderful jelly filled excuse for a stomach/ gut flap decorated beautifully with an intricate design of custom made stretch marks.
- breast feeding in exotic locales such as the parking lot of Dollarama, the parking lot of my school, restaurants, while I eat supper and the coolest of the cool, almost in Wal-Mart.
- having a mock period for over three weeks.
- wearing mesh panties for the first 5 days after giving birth and enjoying it. The first day we came home, I was sore and I was boiling hot so I walked around the house wearing nothing but my lovely mesh undies that reached up to under my boobs-Iain was really impressed by my new motherhood sense of style.
- waking up in the hospital to someone spraying some sort of liquid on my butt to clean it and not being embarrassed.
- waking up in the hospital to a nurse asking you to roll over and then sticking her finger up your ass to place a painkiller there (any reason why I couldn't have swallowed this?) and not caring slightly.
- needing to wear 2 gigantic Sasquatch sized maxi pads plus a folded pad the size of a piece of bristol board.
- how tiring it can be when your baby fake falls asleep 14 times in a row.
- how insanely exhausting it is NEVER being away from your baby due to breastfeeding.
- how weird pumping is.
- thinking you are sweating profusely then realizing you are dripping profusely.
Life In The Fast Lane
Time is flying by-I can't believe we have had a baby rat for 3 weeks now! He has had a big growth spurt (really enjoyed breast feeding him every 45 minutes for 2 days) and outgrew all of his clothes that he wore for the first two weeks. He now wears 3 month old clothes, more for length than girth. He is a mini-giant (if that makes any sense).
He has discovered that he has legs which means he enjoys kicking my jelly belly while I feed him and blankets last on him for about 30 seconds. He has discovered that he can hold his soother in his mouth with his hand and also that he can fling it across the room when he wants the real thing. He loves going for a walk and slept for about 3 hours in his stroller in the backyard-being outside is where he is happiest or staring at a light (the mall was very exciting the other day). We are having a good time taking him places-he has been to Fundy National Park, The Blue Door, Casey's Diner, the mall, the grocery store and a number of other places. Other than the fact it takes us a bit longer to get out the door, he is fitting into our life quite nicely!
Iain's mother and father came down on Tuesday and stayed until Sunday. We enjoyed their visit and they got to meet their first grandchild. Iain and his Dad donned their carpenter belts and built a wonderful fence on the side of our house-I can now let the dogs out the side kitchen door and not worry about them. This is great for my sanity and their lifespan.
He has discovered that he has legs which means he enjoys kicking my jelly belly while I feed him and blankets last on him for about 30 seconds. He has discovered that he can hold his soother in his mouth with his hand and also that he can fling it across the room when he wants the real thing. He loves going for a walk and slept for about 3 hours in his stroller in the backyard-being outside is where he is happiest or staring at a light (the mall was very exciting the other day). We are having a good time taking him places-he has been to Fundy National Park, The Blue Door, Casey's Diner, the mall, the grocery store and a number of other places. Other than the fact it takes us a bit longer to get out the door, he is fitting into our life quite nicely!
Iain's mother and father came down on Tuesday and stayed until Sunday. We enjoyed their visit and they got to meet their first grandchild. Iain and his Dad donned their carpenter belts and built a wonderful fence on the side of our house-I can now let the dogs out the side kitchen door and not worry about them. This is great for my sanity and their lifespan.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Funniest Stuffed Animal Ever
Some of you may remember a number of years ago when I lived with my cousin Lee and his girlfriend (now wife) Erinn while we slaved the summer away at Pizza Slut. They tied the knot a number of years ago and had a beautiful son, Henry, in March.
I was on their blog ysterday and saw "Colin" for the first time and almost killed myself laughing. Check it out.
I think Nathaniel needs one. I spent about 15 minutes this morning on their website giggling. Here is the link if you are interested: monster factory
I was on their blog ysterday and saw "Colin" for the first time and almost killed myself laughing. Check it out.
I think Nathaniel needs one. I spent about 15 minutes this morning on their website giggling. Here is the link if you are interested: monster factory
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Life With Baby After Two Weeks
Things That Are Going Well:
Overall, we know we are very lucky to have such an easy going baby and we certainly are appreciative. Yesterday, we headed down to Alma (Fundy National Park) for an absolutely beautiful wedding and he survived the long car trip and the wedding without any meltdowns. As long as he is well fed, he is easy to take anywhere.
I think we will keep him.
- He slept from 11PM to 5:30AM last night without waking up!! It is the most uninterrupted sleep I have had in months. I felt wonderful this morning.
- He only cries when he actually needs something.
- He is adorable.
- He is fun to dress up (I can't believe I didn't like dolls when I was little).
- He is still breastfeeding relatively pain free (for me).
- He is very interesting.
- Baths in the sink.
- He is taking a bottle of breast milk easily (4 times so far)
- Trying to get that elusive burp at 3:24AM, knowing that if you don't he will barf up all of your precious milk that you so generously gave him.
- Sore nips.
- Bum blasts that blow out of the top of his diaper, all the way up to his neck.
- When he puts his feet in his shitty diapers as I am trying to change him.
- When he pees on me. He does this all of the time.
- Pumping.
- How boring breast feeding can be at times.
Overall, we know we are very lucky to have such an easy going baby and we certainly are appreciative. Yesterday, we headed down to Alma (Fundy National Park) for an absolutely beautiful wedding and he survived the long car trip and the wedding without any meltdowns. As long as he is well fed, he is easy to take anywhere.
I think we will keep him.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
GB and BB
You know how in movies they use a little devil and angel, sitting picturesquely on the character's shoulders where they act as the person's conscience? Well, I am having a similar experience, only I call them "Good Boob" and "Bad Boob".
Good Boob loves to breast feed, her nipple never gets sore, and she knows she is doing a wonderful thing for her baby. Her little heart melts at 3AM when Nathaniel looks adoringly at me and she smiles when he reaches for my finger to hold. Good Boob always produces milk that results in a big quick burp just by putting Nathaniel in a sitting position and he never throws up the milk and honey that flows from this side. Good Boob molds herself into a pleasing shape so the baby latches on quickly and loves to produce so much milk that she generously fills a bottle when pumped. I like Good Boob.
Bab Boob on the other hand is always cranky and very sore. When it is her turn to nourish, she thinks Similac was the greatest invention ever and the only thing she wants touching her is nipple balm. She is mean and nasty and sometimes wants to pretend that is the cat screaming in the bassinet, not her baby. She makes me be mean to Iain and thinks that the flap on nursing bras should always be left open so she can get a breath of fresh air. Bad Boob on purpose gets hard and refuses to fit easily into Nathaniel's mouth therefore causing him to attack like a piranha, making Bad Boob even more cantankerous. Bad Boob hates to give up more than one drop of milk unnecessarily, and can sense the second I put the breast pump together and refuses to let her milk down. Sometimes Bad Boob tricks the baby into thinking he is full after 10 minutes of drinking so that in half an hour Good Boob has to finish up the job properly.
I think I may have more in common with Bad Boob than I want to admit. And to be honest, I am never quite sure who I honestly want to win the argument, but Good Boob has been winning out.
Ahhh, breastfeeding...a very emotional event.
Good Boob loves to breast feed, her nipple never gets sore, and she knows she is doing a wonderful thing for her baby. Her little heart melts at 3AM when Nathaniel looks adoringly at me and she smiles when he reaches for my finger to hold. Good Boob always produces milk that results in a big quick burp just by putting Nathaniel in a sitting position and he never throws up the milk and honey that flows from this side. Good Boob molds herself into a pleasing shape so the baby latches on quickly and loves to produce so much milk that she generously fills a bottle when pumped. I like Good Boob.
Bab Boob on the other hand is always cranky and very sore. When it is her turn to nourish, she thinks Similac was the greatest invention ever and the only thing she wants touching her is nipple balm. She is mean and nasty and sometimes wants to pretend that is the cat screaming in the bassinet, not her baby. She makes me be mean to Iain and thinks that the flap on nursing bras should always be left open so she can get a breath of fresh air. Bad Boob on purpose gets hard and refuses to fit easily into Nathaniel's mouth therefore causing him to attack like a piranha, making Bad Boob even more cantankerous. Bad Boob hates to give up more than one drop of milk unnecessarily, and can sense the second I put the breast pump together and refuses to let her milk down. Sometimes Bad Boob tricks the baby into thinking he is full after 10 minutes of drinking so that in half an hour Good Boob has to finish up the job properly.
I think I may have more in common with Bad Boob than I want to admit. And to be honest, I am never quite sure who I honestly want to win the argument, but Good Boob has been winning out.
Ahhh, breastfeeding...a very emotional event.
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