Here's another little video I made. This one is of Regan's first Christmas. Hope you enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gw2reGCzhFk&context=C3651380ADOEgsToPDskLOJoWm3Zg7j8RfoRd3JYsv
Saturday, December 31, 2011
New Year
Happy New Year! This has definitely been a roller coaster year. There were some tough times with my job, my pregnancy and adjusting to mommy-hood that just seem like little blips now because adding Regan to my life has tipped the scale so far to the positive side that nothing else really matters. I had a feeling that would happen. Right now, life is great. Fantastic family, hope that my new job is going to rock, possibility of finally buying a house this year... Feeling good.
I go back to work in a few days, and I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I'm starting a new job that I think I'm going to really enjoy, but I'm leaving my baby in the arms of someone else. I'd feel a lot better if we could get her to take a bottle, but she's still pretty much refusing them. I know she won't starve, but it's going to be a rough start while she gets adjusted to all the changes. I plan to go nurse her during my lunch time, but she'll still have to go 4 or 5 hours twice a day without nursing. I imagine it's scary for a baby being weaned. Nursing is very comforting to her.
Anyway, I have some goals for this year. One is to try to keep in touch with my family better, either through email or regular letters or cards. I think I'm going to get some blank cards and try to send one to someone in my family that I don't talk to much every week. I'm also going to eat more vegetables and try to find time to exercise that doesn't take away from time with my daughter and husband.
A very happy New Year to my family and friends!!! May 2012 be the best one yet!
I go back to work in a few days, and I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I'm starting a new job that I think I'm going to really enjoy, but I'm leaving my baby in the arms of someone else. I'd feel a lot better if we could get her to take a bottle, but she's still pretty much refusing them. I know she won't starve, but it's going to be a rough start while she gets adjusted to all the changes. I plan to go nurse her during my lunch time, but she'll still have to go 4 or 5 hours twice a day without nursing. I imagine it's scary for a baby being weaned. Nursing is very comforting to her.
Anyway, I have some goals for this year. One is to try to keep in touch with my family better, either through email or regular letters or cards. I think I'm going to get some blank cards and try to send one to someone in my family that I don't talk to much every week. I'm also going to eat more vegetables and try to find time to exercise that doesn't take away from time with my daughter and husband.
A very happy New Year to my family and friends!!! May 2012 be the best one yet!
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Christmas success!
We're back from our Christmas trip to Spokane, and it went very well, I think. Regan did better than I expected. I learned a lot about her in the last week, and I gained some confidence. Sorry for the long post, but the details are mostly so I'll be reminded when I look back.
I had gone back and forth several times on whether I should bring the stroller or not. Even the night before our flight, I was still weighing the options. Big, heavy stroller vs. the possibility that she'd be fussy in the Moby Wrap and sleep in the stroller instead. In the end, I was soooo glad we did not bring the stroller! I wrapped Regan up nice and snug in the wrap, and she slept all the way through security, the trek to the gate and through boarding. We didn't have to maneuver the stroller, a baby and all our bags through the Christmas crowds on the parking shuttle, the security line, the train or at the gate. My back didn't hurt a bit from carrying her, thanks to the Moby. They even let me wear her through the metal detectors. They just checked my hands with some kind of wipe, and we went right through. I was thrilled.
The plane rides were so much better than I feared. She fussed a bit on the first one, but the plane was full of babies so she blended right in to the chorus! Regan's Papa (Paul's dad) is great at getting her to relax and stop fussing, especially on an airplane. If anyone dirty-looked me, I didn't notice. And honestly, I'm not sure I would have cared much. It was Christmas, after all. For some reason, it seems people expect airplanes to be silent, more so than they expect on a bus or in most other public places. I wonder why that is. Anyway, I've decided that the things adults do on airplanes annoy me a lot more than the things babies do.
I tried to nurse Regan on the first plane ride, but she wasn't all that interested. On the way home, she barely made a peep, and she nursed quite well. We were in the very last row of the plane and I sat by the window, so there wasn't much for her to look at and I didn't have to use a cover (she hates those). It was a very early morning flight. It left at 6:30 a.m. and we got up at 3:30 a.m. I was worried she'd fuss because her sleep was interrupted, but she did great. She just slept in the Moby from the time we got to the airport through about half way through the flight. She did have a nice, big blow-out diaper though. Awesome. But I got her cleaned up and changed her clothes in the bathroom. No big deal, really.
The first evening at Grandma's house was a little rough. Regan was tired and hungry, but there was just so much new stuff to look at that she couldn't focus on eating. Even in the downstairs bedroom with the lights off, she had trouble. But when she did finally fall asleep, she slept for about 7 hours. (We just folded up some blankets on the floor and put pillows around them for her to sleep on.) She was pretty fussy during the days, probably because of all the people, activity, lights, noise, etc. She's used to a quiet, boring house where she has plenty of time to just chill out. Her naps were frequent and short throughout the trip. But she slept about 10 hours at night, nursing once after about 7 or 8 hours. I was impressed. Even at Aunt Donna's house on Christmas day, she napped fairly well.
Everyone was excited to hold her and play with her. She is so lucky to have so many people who love her. I tried not to stress about everyone wanting baby time, even if it might have made her a little fussy. They don't get to see her often, and it's good for Regan to be handled by different people. Hopefully everyone felt like they got their turn. And hopefully I didn't come across as too over-protective. I just tried to protect her sleep and some semblance of a pattern as much as I could. Anyway, it was more important to me that the family got to see her than to make sure she got all of her regular naps and things. And I think the trip was good for her. She had lots of new experiences, and I learned that she is more adaptable than I gave her credit for. Really, the only tough thing for me was having to retreat to a dark, quiet room every time she was hungry and sleepy (about every 2 hours). I'd hear all the fun going on upstairs, and I'd try to hurry Regan along so I could go play, which usually backfired.
Probably the biggest test of Regan's adaptability (and mommy and daddy's!) was yesterday, the day we came home. Like I said, we woke up at 3:30 a.m. That's 2:30 a.m. Colorado/Wyoming time. We made it to Denver by mid-morning only to get to our car and have it not start. Terrific. We were having some trouble with the accelerator on the way to the airport when we left, so we'd planned to have it towed to the nearest Midas when we got back anyway. But we didn't really expect it to be a major issue. Turned out, it needed a new starter (which didn't fix the accelerator problem, by the way.) Thank goodness that Paul's dad was there with his car. He was awesome. So we spent most of the day hanging around Midas and still had a two-hour drive home, where we needed to pick up our dog from the boarder. Paul drove home, God bless him. We just barely made it to be boarder by 5:30 p.m. before she closed. Then home, finally. Paul unpacked the car and the suitcases while I tried to nurse Regan to sleep. It took a little while because she was kind of wound up from everything. She finally went down for about 9 hours, nursed early in the morning and went back to sleep. So we all enjoyed a little sleeping in this morning.
All-in-all, it was a great trip. Tiring, but great. I learned a lot about myself, my husband and my daughter that gives me confidence that we make a good team. It pushed me beyond my comfort level, which is stressful, but it's how we grow. I'm starting to feel like we can do anything!
I had gone back and forth several times on whether I should bring the stroller or not. Even the night before our flight, I was still weighing the options. Big, heavy stroller vs. the possibility that she'd be fussy in the Moby Wrap and sleep in the stroller instead. In the end, I was soooo glad we did not bring the stroller! I wrapped Regan up nice and snug in the wrap, and she slept all the way through security, the trek to the gate and through boarding. We didn't have to maneuver the stroller, a baby and all our bags through the Christmas crowds on the parking shuttle, the security line, the train or at the gate. My back didn't hurt a bit from carrying her, thanks to the Moby. They even let me wear her through the metal detectors. They just checked my hands with some kind of wipe, and we went right through. I was thrilled.
The plane rides were so much better than I feared. She fussed a bit on the first one, but the plane was full of babies so she blended right in to the chorus! Regan's Papa (Paul's dad) is great at getting her to relax and stop fussing, especially on an airplane. If anyone dirty-looked me, I didn't notice. And honestly, I'm not sure I would have cared much. It was Christmas, after all. For some reason, it seems people expect airplanes to be silent, more so than they expect on a bus or in most other public places. I wonder why that is. Anyway, I've decided that the things adults do on airplanes annoy me a lot more than the things babies do.
I tried to nurse Regan on the first plane ride, but she wasn't all that interested. On the way home, she barely made a peep, and she nursed quite well. We were in the very last row of the plane and I sat by the window, so there wasn't much for her to look at and I didn't have to use a cover (she hates those). It was a very early morning flight. It left at 6:30 a.m. and we got up at 3:30 a.m. I was worried she'd fuss because her sleep was interrupted, but she did great. She just slept in the Moby from the time we got to the airport through about half way through the flight. She did have a nice, big blow-out diaper though. Awesome. But I got her cleaned up and changed her clothes in the bathroom. No big deal, really.
The first evening at Grandma's house was a little rough. Regan was tired and hungry, but there was just so much new stuff to look at that she couldn't focus on eating. Even in the downstairs bedroom with the lights off, she had trouble. But when she did finally fall asleep, she slept for about 7 hours. (We just folded up some blankets on the floor and put pillows around them for her to sleep on.) She was pretty fussy during the days, probably because of all the people, activity, lights, noise, etc. She's used to a quiet, boring house where she has plenty of time to just chill out. Her naps were frequent and short throughout the trip. But she slept about 10 hours at night, nursing once after about 7 or 8 hours. I was impressed. Even at Aunt Donna's house on Christmas day, she napped fairly well.
Everyone was excited to hold her and play with her. She is so lucky to have so many people who love her. I tried not to stress about everyone wanting baby time, even if it might have made her a little fussy. They don't get to see her often, and it's good for Regan to be handled by different people. Hopefully everyone felt like they got their turn. And hopefully I didn't come across as too over-protective. I just tried to protect her sleep and some semblance of a pattern as much as I could. Anyway, it was more important to me that the family got to see her than to make sure she got all of her regular naps and things. And I think the trip was good for her. She had lots of new experiences, and I learned that she is more adaptable than I gave her credit for. Really, the only tough thing for me was having to retreat to a dark, quiet room every time she was hungry and sleepy (about every 2 hours). I'd hear all the fun going on upstairs, and I'd try to hurry Regan along so I could go play, which usually backfired.
Probably the biggest test of Regan's adaptability (and mommy and daddy's!) was yesterday, the day we came home. Like I said, we woke up at 3:30 a.m. That's 2:30 a.m. Colorado/Wyoming time. We made it to Denver by mid-morning only to get to our car and have it not start. Terrific. We were having some trouble with the accelerator on the way to the airport when we left, so we'd planned to have it towed to the nearest Midas when we got back anyway. But we didn't really expect it to be a major issue. Turned out, it needed a new starter (which didn't fix the accelerator problem, by the way.) Thank goodness that Paul's dad was there with his car. He was awesome. So we spent most of the day hanging around Midas and still had a two-hour drive home, where we needed to pick up our dog from the boarder. Paul drove home, God bless him. We just barely made it to be boarder by 5:30 p.m. before she closed. Then home, finally. Paul unpacked the car and the suitcases while I tried to nurse Regan to sleep. It took a little while because she was kind of wound up from everything. She finally went down for about 9 hours, nursed early in the morning and went back to sleep. So we all enjoyed a little sleeping in this morning.
All-in-all, it was a great trip. Tiring, but great. I learned a lot about myself, my husband and my daughter that gives me confidence that we make a good team. It pushed me beyond my comfort level, which is stressful, but it's how we grow. I'm starting to feel like we can do anything!
A little Christmas elf
Four generations
In line to see Santa. Regan could barely contain her excitement!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Fun times, tough times and travel anxieties
It's been a bit of a roller coaster lately. I guess the holidays are often that way, but more so this year. There have been some great highs, like my new job and the fact that Regan is really starting to fuss less and less and be happy and content a lot more, which is so great to watch! Last evening, she just sat in her swing, rocking and looking in the mirror, for probably an hour and a half! No crying for 90 minutes while she's awake!?! Awesome! And last night she only woke up once to eat between about 8 p.m. and 7 a.m. I was back in bed within 20 minutes. Of course, there's always something that we'll struggle with, and right now it's getting her to focus on nursing. During the day (she doesn't do this at night, thank goodness!) she is much more interested in looking around than eating. She'll spot something that is just out of view while nursing, and pull herself off to look at it. Over and over and overandoverandoverand over..... It's quite frustrating.
Unfortunately though, my family suffered a loss this week. My Uncle Bill died on Sunday (Dec. 18) of cancer. It had been a very long fight for him, and the cancer finally won the war. We had gone down to my parents' house for an early Christmas weekend, and my dad got the phone call on Sunday just before we were about to head home. Uncle Bill loved Christmas. We were hoping he'd make it to see one more. But he's not sick any more, and I think that's a bit of a relief for the family. I think I'm going to make it my New Year's resolution to get to know my extended family better. Every time we lose someone, I wish I'd gotten to know the person better.
We'll be headed for Spokane this week, and I'm pretty nervous about it. I'm really trying to relax because I know that if I'm worked up, it'll be harder for Regan to relax. But it's just so much to think about. How will she do at the airport? It's going to be a busy place. Will she scream in the security line? At the gate? While boarding? The whole plane ride? The whole week!?! One thing I'll probably never do again is judge or get impatient with a crying baby in a public place. Okay, it's hard not to get impatient, but I won't judge the parents any more, at least not if the baby is still very young. I had no idea how stressful that was. I just pray that people will be patient with me and with her. Also, that I will be patient with myself and with her. It's going to be a fun trip, over all. I'm sure of it.
Here's a little video I made, just for fun. http://youtu.be/c1sl9sRZEaw
Unfortunately though, my family suffered a loss this week. My Uncle Bill died on Sunday (Dec. 18) of cancer. It had been a very long fight for him, and the cancer finally won the war. We had gone down to my parents' house for an early Christmas weekend, and my dad got the phone call on Sunday just before we were about to head home. Uncle Bill loved Christmas. We were hoping he'd make it to see one more. But he's not sick any more, and I think that's a bit of a relief for the family. I think I'm going to make it my New Year's resolution to get to know my extended family better. Every time we lose someone, I wish I'd gotten to know the person better.
We'll be headed for Spokane this week, and I'm pretty nervous about it. I'm really trying to relax because I know that if I'm worked up, it'll be harder for Regan to relax. But it's just so much to think about. How will she do at the airport? It's going to be a busy place. Will she scream in the security line? At the gate? While boarding? The whole plane ride? The whole week!?! One thing I'll probably never do again is judge or get impatient with a crying baby in a public place. Okay, it's hard not to get impatient, but I won't judge the parents any more, at least not if the baby is still very young. I had no idea how stressful that was. I just pray that people will be patient with me and with her. Also, that I will be patient with myself and with her. It's going to be a fun trip, over all. I'm sure of it.
Here's a little video I made, just for fun. http://youtu.be/c1sl9sRZEaw
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Shots
Regan got her first shots this week. Poor little baby. That was awful. It didn't help that mommy and daddy were really unprepared for how she'd react. I feel like her doctor should have warned us a little better about that. I thought the injections would be the worst part, and then it would be pretty much over. I thought she might have a little soreness and not feel great, but nothing like at was.
She had her appointment on Monday, and the doc said she was going great. She's exactly average for weight, length and head size - 50% percentile for all of them. She weighs 11 lbs. 6 oz now. He asked several questions - is she starting to make "talking" noises, is she smiling, etc. Most of the answers were yes, but he asked if she was reaching for and grabbing things yet, and she hasn't done that. She'll swipe at her toys, but she hasn't grasped them yet. She's also not really holding her head up to 45 degrees when she's on her stomach. That's probably because she hates being on her stomach, so I don't force tummy time too much. I guess we need to do more of that. She can hold her head up when she's sitting up though.
After she saw the doc, the nurse came in to do her shots. She did an oral one first and then three shots. The shots were done in less than 10 seconds. The nurse was super fast. But man, Regan screamed. Her face turned red and she couldn't even get a breath. It broke my heart. She recovered from that fairly quickly though. We brought her home and she fell asleep right away. Not knowing how she'd feel, I'd made an appointment for a haircut right after her appointment. She was sleeping, so I went to that. When I got home about 45 minutes later, Paul said she had just started fussing. So I nursed her and hoped she'd fall back asleep for the night. No such luck. I nursed her for about the next four hours. I got up to stretch once or twice, but every time I moved, Regan would wake up hurting and feeling bad. I had picked up some infant Tylenol on my way home because the doc said we could give her that. So we did, and she seemed to feel a little better. She actually slept pretty well once she got to sleep. Four or five hours, anyway. She was much better after that. Just fussy and grumpy for the next couple of days, but nothing like that first evening.
While the whole experience was not pleasant for anyone, it did make my love for my daughter even stronger. I don't know how that's possible, but it did. I'd never seen her hurt and sick like that, and I wished more than anything that I could take that away. For the millionth time, I feel so blessed to have a healthy baby.
She had her appointment on Monday, and the doc said she was going great. She's exactly average for weight, length and head size - 50% percentile for all of them. She weighs 11 lbs. 6 oz now. He asked several questions - is she starting to make "talking" noises, is she smiling, etc. Most of the answers were yes, but he asked if she was reaching for and grabbing things yet, and she hasn't done that. She'll swipe at her toys, but she hasn't grasped them yet. She's also not really holding her head up to 45 degrees when she's on her stomach. That's probably because she hates being on her stomach, so I don't force tummy time too much. I guess we need to do more of that. She can hold her head up when she's sitting up though.
After she saw the doc, the nurse came in to do her shots. She did an oral one first and then three shots. The shots were done in less than 10 seconds. The nurse was super fast. But man, Regan screamed. Her face turned red and she couldn't even get a breath. It broke my heart. She recovered from that fairly quickly though. We brought her home and she fell asleep right away. Not knowing how she'd feel, I'd made an appointment for a haircut right after her appointment. She was sleeping, so I went to that. When I got home about 45 minutes later, Paul said she had just started fussing. So I nursed her and hoped she'd fall back asleep for the night. No such luck. I nursed her for about the next four hours. I got up to stretch once or twice, but every time I moved, Regan would wake up hurting and feeling bad. I had picked up some infant Tylenol on my way home because the doc said we could give her that. So we did, and she seemed to feel a little better. She actually slept pretty well once she got to sleep. Four or five hours, anyway. She was much better after that. Just fussy and grumpy for the next couple of days, but nothing like that first evening.
While the whole experience was not pleasant for anyone, it did make my love for my daughter even stronger. I don't know how that's possible, but it did. I'd never seen her hurt and sick like that, and I wished more than anything that I could take that away. For the millionth time, I feel so blessed to have a healthy baby.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Tips for grocery shopping
Beware: Rant incoming
1. That area right in front of the doors is not, in fact, a parking spot especially made for you. Circle the lot like everyone else.
2. The self-checkout lines are not meant for full carts.
3. Managers: You know those little displays you put in the middle of the aisles? They're annoying and I won't buy things on them in hopes you'll stop further crowding the already crowded store.
4. If you're going to use the shopping carts with the little kid seats that are the size of semi-trucks, please ensure that your children are in the seats. No fair driving the empty semi and having your children running around it in circles. Better yet, try to avoid making grocery shopping a family outing.
5. Also for managers: the little tags that make something look like it's on sale when it really isn't are just annoying. Please don't insult my intelligence.
6. When the whole aisle is clogged up with people, take a look around and try to figure out if you're the roadblock. If so, kindly move your @$$.
7. Figure out how to distinguish a one-way lane in a parking lot by how the cars are positioned diagonally before leaving the house.
8. To the checkers: We may both wish we were doing something else, but a little friendliness (fake it, if you have to) goes a long way. It's how everyone with a job gets through the day sometimes. If I can manage to greet you with a smile after navigating through your store crowded with annoying displays, bored children and oblivious people, you can at least be polite. Walmart checkers, you are most guilty of this one.
1. That area right in front of the doors is not, in fact, a parking spot especially made for you. Circle the lot like everyone else.
2. The self-checkout lines are not meant for full carts.
3. Managers: You know those little displays you put in the middle of the aisles? They're annoying and I won't buy things on them in hopes you'll stop further crowding the already crowded store.
4. If you're going to use the shopping carts with the little kid seats that are the size of semi-trucks, please ensure that your children are in the seats. No fair driving the empty semi and having your children running around it in circles. Better yet, try to avoid making grocery shopping a family outing.
5. Also for managers: the little tags that make something look like it's on sale when it really isn't are just annoying. Please don't insult my intelligence.
6. When the whole aisle is clogged up with people, take a look around and try to figure out if you're the roadblock. If so, kindly move your @$$.
7. Figure out how to distinguish a one-way lane in a parking lot by how the cars are positioned diagonally before leaving the house.
8. To the checkers: We may both wish we were doing something else, but a little friendliness (fake it, if you have to) goes a long way. It's how everyone with a job gets through the day sometimes. If I can manage to greet you with a smile after navigating through your store crowded with annoying displays, bored children and oblivious people, you can at least be polite. Walmart checkers, you are most guilty of this one.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Exciting and scary changes
Well, with possibly the worst timing ever, I'm changing jobs! I'm really excited about change, I just feel bad that I had to give my notice at the end of my maternity leave. I didn't plan it that way, but that's how it worked out. Anyway, I'll be starting as the Resource Development person at the Boys and Girls Club of Cheyenne in the first week of January. I'm stoked! It's essentially the same job that I've been doing for the last year, only with a good chance that I'll be happier doing it. The director (my boss) is soooo nice and everyone really seems to love her. My pay won't change much at first, but it could go up by quite a bit by the end of next year because it'll be based on whether the fundraising goals are met. That's good incentive and motivation. And the best part is that they are currently working on a capital campaign to raise money for their beautiful new building. I think it's so exciting that I will play such a big role in getting that building built for the kids. Plus, I'll get to work with kids. I think it's going to be great.
I'm excited, but I'm still terrified of leaving Regan in daycare. I keep hearing people say that the anticipation of going back to work is worse than actually doing it, and I'm hoping that's true for me. We went to what will be her daycare for an enrollment meeting today, and I got to meet the teachers and see where she'll be and all that. It's a great place, and I feel a little better. But I'm still nervous.
Oh, and we think we've figured out what might be making Regan so fussy. Chocolate. I didn't eat any chocolate for several days, and she seemed to feel better. To try it out, I ate quite a bit for a couple of days, and she just seems miserable tonight. So I guess it's no chocolate for me for a while. :( It's better than having a fussy and crying baby though.
I'm excited, but I'm still terrified of leaving Regan in daycare. I keep hearing people say that the anticipation of going back to work is worse than actually doing it, and I'm hoping that's true for me. We went to what will be her daycare for an enrollment meeting today, and I got to meet the teachers and see where she'll be and all that. It's a great place, and I feel a little better. But I'm still nervous.
Oh, and we think we've figured out what might be making Regan so fussy. Chocolate. I didn't eat any chocolate for several days, and she seemed to feel better. To try it out, I ate quite a bit for a couple of days, and she just seems miserable tonight. So I guess it's no chocolate for me for a while. :( It's better than having a fussy and crying baby though.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Forgetting the "norm"
I think we've been lucky with how much Regan sleeps, but not so lucky with how much she cries. I was just reading over my last several posts, and they all talk about how much she's been fussing and crying. After a while, sometimes days seem like weeks and weeks seem like days. I think her "crying curve" started at around 6 weeks instead of peaking there. Hopefully we've reached something of a peak now because we're kind of worn down. She had a better day today though, actually. We even made a girls' trip to the mall for a little window shopping and to say hi to Santa. (Okay, and for a new pair of shoes for mommy.)
I was on the phone with her doctor's office twice this week (new mommy syndrome reared its head), trying to see if they could give me some idea of what is up with this little mystery baby. She doesn't act sick or like she's in a lot of pain. She's doesn't have the "colic" symptoms I've read about. She's just so rarely content. But the nurse said as long as she's eating well, wetting diapers, sleeping well and doesn't have a fever, she's probably just exercising her baby right to cry as if Jack Bauer has hold of her fingers (my words.) She is eating well and boy can she sleep. We're up to around 8 hours at a time at night now! So I guess she's just a diva for now. I'm just hoping it has mostly passed by the time we head out of town for Christmas. I also haven't eaten chocolate for a couple days (gasp!) and I'm hoping that's not the reason for her better day today! No chocolate? At Christmas time??? Talk about torture!
Today's moral is that I need to try to forget about the "norm" and just try to take things as they come. There's no use trying to fit a square peg in a circle hole. I'm also trying to not let her fussiness stop me from taking her out of the house. I'm afraid of letting her cry in public because I feel like people will think I'm a bad mom. But I know I'm going to have to get over that eventually, because before I know it she'll be throwing tantrums in the peanut butter aisle. Hence our trip to the mall today. Babies cry. It doesn't make me a bad mom, and who cares what people think? The people who matter don't mind, and the people who mind don't matter. ;)
I was on the phone with her doctor's office twice this week (new mommy syndrome reared its head), trying to see if they could give me some idea of what is up with this little mystery baby. She doesn't act sick or like she's in a lot of pain. She's doesn't have the "colic" symptoms I've read about. She's just so rarely content. But the nurse said as long as she's eating well, wetting diapers, sleeping well and doesn't have a fever, she's probably just exercising her baby right to cry as if Jack Bauer has hold of her fingers (my words.) She is eating well and boy can she sleep. We're up to around 8 hours at a time at night now! So I guess she's just a diva for now. I'm just hoping it has mostly passed by the time we head out of town for Christmas. I also haven't eaten chocolate for a couple days (gasp!) and I'm hoping that's not the reason for her better day today! No chocolate? At Christmas time??? Talk about torture!
Today's moral is that I need to try to forget about the "norm" and just try to take things as they come. There's no use trying to fit a square peg in a circle hole. I'm also trying to not let her fussiness stop me from taking her out of the house. I'm afraid of letting her cry in public because I feel like people will think I'm a bad mom. But I know I'm going to have to get over that eventually, because before I know it she'll be throwing tantrums in the peanut butter aisle. Hence our trip to the mall today. Babies cry. It doesn't make me a bad mom, and who cares what people think? The people who matter don't mind, and the people who mind don't matter. ;)
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| This isn't a new picture, but I though it was cute enough to share. Pax is making sure the baby is okay. |
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