Life Family and the Pursuit of Sanity

or… adventures in infertility and babies and family drama!

Time She Does Fly July 16, 2011

Filed under: Baby G — arminta @ 12:48 am

Dear Graham,

Mommy can hardly believe you are already ten months old! In just a few short weeks we’ll be having your wicked awesome Cat in the Hat birthday party. You still love Cat in the Hat. You pat the pages when I read it to you and try to turn forward to the part when all the things fall. You also love lift the flap books, but you can’t control your own strength yet, so a few of those books are missing some flaps.

 

You have another ear ache right now and so I had to take you to the doctor this week. That means he was able to tell me how big you are right now. You weigh 21 pounds and 11 ounces and are 30 inches tall. That means you are taller than 95% of babies your age! Even though you don’t feel super great right now, you are still being happy most of the time. You are waking up more than usual at night, but are able to go back to sleep, which is good. By the way, you do normally still get up once or twice a night to nurse (which is OK because you sleep in bed with Mommy and can pretty much get your own milk if I’m laying on my side) and I think you’d be much happier if you slept straight through the night. Just sayin’ you could try it and see how it goes…

 

Mommy is amazed at how much you can do right now. You walk all over the place with your push toys. You took one step on your own, but haven’t tried it again since. You can stand for a long time without any help at all, though. You love to crawl through things legs. Like through Leroy’s (your rocking horse) legs or the legs of your activity table or my legs. You also can cruise all around your activity table. You pull up on everything.

 

But, your mad skills are not just mobility centric! You also have a rapidly expanding vocabulary. You say Mom, Dad, Nana and Colin as if you know those are our names. Today you were mad because I was changing your diaper and you started yelling “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na.” When we were on vacation you got just a little too used to Nana spoiling you, I think 🙂 You say Down every time you fall on your butt (which is kind of a lot, because you’re 10 months old). You say Hi and Bye and wave at people, but usually not until they’re not looking. When Mommy says Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha you say Ha-ha-ha, which is adorable. Mommy has been trying to teach you some basic signs, but she’s pretty inconsistent with it, so you’re not signing anything other than Milk right now.

 

Speaking of milk, you love to eat. You enjoy all kinds of food. Right now I’m pretty sure you’d trade me for my weight in Cheerios. You also love watermelon, carrots, sweet potatoes, summer squash (which recently beat out sweet potato as the “Shiz of All Food as Decided By Graham”), peas, bacon and fish. You truly love fish. That comes from your Dad. Of course, while you do love your num-nums nothing tops the boobie when you’re tired. Unfortunately, you’ve been using the boobie for bite practice lately. Even though you only have two teeth, that hurts!

 

OK, it’s almost 1am, so I’m going to go get in bed with you and Daddy-Roo. There was so much more I wanted to tell you, though… You’re ticklish and you have so many expressions and your face completely changes with some expressions.You hate getting a diaper on and you love to poop on the potty. You and Ladybug have games and your own language and you re more like twins than cousins. You are reserved around new people, but are raucous and fun around people with whom you are familiar (just like Mama-roo). You think baby flips are awesome. You give the best sugars. You sugar up me and Daddy and Ladybug and Big C and your toys (esp the horse). You have ninja skills that allow you to get Daddy’s glasses before he knows it. Daddy spoils you something awful, way more than Mommy.

 

I’m sure I’m forgetting something really important that I wanted to say…

 

Love you so much, forever and always,

 

Mama-roo

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Because I am a Douche Like That July 14, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — arminta @ 1:24 pm

Please vote for my baby, Facebookers. I know he won’t win, but, I’m giving it the old college try anyway.

http://apps.facebook.com/gerberphotosearch/entry/24493/graham.aspx

 

Looking Back July 12, 2011

Filed under: Baby G,Pregnant,The Evacuation Plan,The Fear — arminta @ 6:45 pm

I accidentally clicked something earlier and all of my old pregnancy posts popped up, so I read though them. Even though I remember writing the words, it felt like I was reading someone else. I couldn’t identify with those feelings anymore. I don’t remember feeling so miserable or scared. I do remember being really pissed at my boss, and not wanting baby G to be premature, but not the terror over giving birth or fear of being a bad mother.

 

I wonder if this is a normal part of motherhood? If the hormones your body releases in response to the baby fuzzy up all of those memories and feelings to make you want to do it again? Maybe happiness just settles the heart? I don’t know. But, if anyone reading this is about-to-pop-pregnant and feeling petrified please read those old posts so you won’t feel alone. Then read this: IT WAS ALL CRAZY SILLY.

 

  • I was scared of not being a good mother or of not being able to feel connected to the baby… Ridiculous. Baby G and I have a bond that grows stronger by the day, but the first second I saw him I knew he was my son and felt a completeness.
  • I was scared of the birth… Bonkers. He had to come out. I labored for 24 hours to end up having a c-section. I made it through transition and within minutes of pushing, only to have a c-section. 23 hours of that labor were without any pain meds. I think I can speak for the worst of the pain other than pushing and for the c-section experience. I would do it again. I wouldn’t change a thing. If it meant having him here, healthy and alive I’d do it twice. Yes, it hurt. And being strapped down with no food? Sucked Ass. But, honestly, I don’t remember much of it. I remember a few contractions out of the hundreds. I remember a handful of moments of the whole experience. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself to have the perfect birth and don’t fear it too much. Be prepared to know what you want and how you want to handle a variety of situations, be ready to roll with the punches and make decisions on the fly and enjoy the process (however it presents to you). Most of what I remember are pleasant things, a nurse letting me take a shower, walking the halls with my mom (who I didn’t want to come and am SO GLAD she did), G sneaking me a Pepsi, G bringing me cup after cup of chicken broth (trust me, when you’re starving that shit is DELICIOUS) and Popsicles 2 at a time, and watching Alton Brown through contractions. Remember this: you will get through it. It will not hurt as bad as you think. You won’t remember much of it anyway.
  • I was scared that everything would change and life would never be the same… Duh! Everything has changed and life is SOO different. And I LOVE IT! I made a lot of money when I worked. We could afford pretty much anything we wanted. We spent a lot of money. I thought I would totally miss being able to blow $700 on clothes without thinking about it or having a $100 romantic dinner just because. I don’t. I’m not saying there aren’t times when I don’t wish we’d have saved more and spent less so that we could take care of unexpected expenses, but I don’t miss that life. This life is so much better. Maybe your biggest change won’t be financial… maybe yours will be sleep or free time or hobby time. You might miss it now and again, but you wouldn’t trade it back. Trust me, this life is better. I love playing with him more than reading while getting drunk in the hot tub, more than having six closets full of clothes (OK, three), more than sleeping until noon on a Saturday, more than daily showers, more than not having to keep an ear open while having sex, more than knitting and crocheting combined and more than midnight Harry Potter premiers. (Keeping honest, I’m totally making this one, because, duh, it’s the last one, but I did miss Deathly Hallows pt 1. I didn’t see it for like 3 weeks because I didn’t want to leave the baby. Me! Miss a Harry Potter! That’s freakin’ love!)

OK, I hope that’s been helpful to anyone out there that’s way pregnant and scared to death. For the mums-to-born-children: I hope you enjoyed reliving that time and can appreciate the difference in who you are. For the good-fucking-God-why-can’t-I-get-pregnant-and-be-worried-about-this-shit-too crowd: I so hope you get pregnant so you can worry about this shit too really, really soon. For everyone else: why are you reading this blog? No, but seriously, leave me a comment and let me know who you are and what about this blog appeals to you. Everyone else can leave comments too (and please do, I’m a total attention whore like that, one comment saying I’m missed and you get three posts, AM WHORE).

 

Teeth – Not My Favorite July 11, 2011

Filed under: Baby G,Breastfeeding — arminta @ 2:28 pm

Yeah, I don’t like teeth. I mean, sure mine are useful and all. I enjoy masticating things. Especially italian subs. And mac & cheese. And other things needing chewing. Which is a lot. But see, my son, the Baby Formerly Known As G, he doesn’t eat Italian subs, or mac & cheese, or steak, or really much of anything other than Cheerios. He’s eating his college education in Cheerios, but see, those don’t require teeth. Even though the boy has no need of teeth, he has them. Two of them. That’s four sharp points. Two more are coming in. That will be eight sharp points.

 

So what, right? Aren’t babies supposed to get teeth? Isn’t that part of what they do? Well… yes.

 

But, why?

 

Why does a being with little to no self control and my tit in their mouth 4-6 times a day need teeth and a strong desire to BITE, BITE, BITE? Please, someone, anyone? I’ll wait…

 

You got nothin’?

 

Me either. But, it sucks. It really f’ing sucks. I suppose this is my comeuppance for all of that “He is so great and he’s never even chaffed my nips” talk of yore. Well, for all of you who wished my fun-bags would spontaneously combust back in those days, enjoy your laugh. Bitches. I have to go refill my booby ice packs and day dream about filling bottles with formula.

 

MiM: Missing in Michigan July 8, 2011

Filed under: Baby G,Family — arminta @ 3:00 pm

Guess where I am? Duh… it’s kind of in the post title.

 

We have taken the Baby G on his first vacation. It has been A-W-E-S-O-M-E! It was a 10 hour drive up here and he did so well. He’s been napping like a champ in his pack-n-play. He has played in the lake and seen big dunes and even bigger lakes and beach front playgrounds and climbed stairs for the first time (and fireplace hearths) and spent every single day with Daddy. It has been so great.

 

Here’s some highlights of the first couple of days:

Snugglin' with Nana

Of course we brought Ladybug, too!

First Fireworks as seen over Lake Ann

 

The boys climbed the dunes.

 

Excited to see the sleeping bear... We won't let the bears eat the baby! (He has thought that phrase was funny since he was wee little.)

 

Lovin' the dunes

 

Brother trouble

 

My fam-a-lam

 

There was a storm moving in off of the lake, it was electric!