Thursday, January 31, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
3 months!
Michael, you are 3 months old today.
I'm going back to work tomorrow, gosh time flies.
Well, the last month has been an adventure. You peaked with your colic big time. We found new ways to comfort you which included; stove fan, bathroom fan and running bath water, bouncing you up and down (great for my thighs).
It seems like the last few days you have been really good. You still cry just like any baby but overall you are much better. I'm hoping the magic 3 months they were telling me about are finally here. You are smiling so much but I can never catch it on camera.
You are a much happier baby on formula now, 2 days on it and you got rolls, and are so much more active and happy. Who knows if that was it but I'm thinking so. Fingers crossed.
You are in all 3-6 months clothes and they fit perfect. It seems I go through your closet every other day and put clothes away. I stare at that 0-3 clothes bin and I'm not sure what the heck to do with it all.
You wear size 2 diapers. Your Dr. appt is February 8th so we'll update stats then.
You love bath time and stare at your crazy brother all the time.
You are starting to love to play paty cake (English and Polish).
You usually take one long nap that's 2-3 hours long and then short ones no more than an hour after that.
You found your hands and suck the life out of them, you found your thumb too so we'll see if you're a thumb sucker, although you love your paci. I buy them all the time, your favorite brand: NUK.
You are the most chatty on your changing table, not sure what it is but it gets you going all the time. You don't like tummy time but I have failed you in that department miserably. With you being a very fussy baby, picking your brother up from school and everything else I just don't do it enough. I figure if everyone in Europe doesn't do it there is no harm done.
You drink about 4oz every 3 hours but I know you're on your way to 5 very soon.
You get up once in the middle of the night and then around 6am. I've noticed you don't drink a lot at night so I'm hoping that's a sign that you'll be sleeping through the night soon. I won't hold my breath.
You move your legs and arms like crazy when we lay you down.
You are a cuddler, you love falling asleep in people's arms. You have warmed up to your grandmas this last week because let's face it, you were forced to.
You are a strong little one, you try to sit on your own. We have to watch you closely.
Mommy and daddy love you very much.
I'm going back to work tomorrow, gosh time flies.
Well, the last month has been an adventure. You peaked with your colic big time. We found new ways to comfort you which included; stove fan, bathroom fan and running bath water, bouncing you up and down (great for my thighs).
It seems like the last few days you have been really good. You still cry just like any baby but overall you are much better. I'm hoping the magic 3 months they were telling me about are finally here. You are smiling so much but I can never catch it on camera.
You are a much happier baby on formula now, 2 days on it and you got rolls, and are so much more active and happy. Who knows if that was it but I'm thinking so. Fingers crossed.
You are in all 3-6 months clothes and they fit perfect. It seems I go through your closet every other day and put clothes away. I stare at that 0-3 clothes bin and I'm not sure what the heck to do with it all.
You wear size 2 diapers. Your Dr. appt is February 8th so we'll update stats then.
You love bath time and stare at your crazy brother all the time.
You are starting to love to play paty cake (English and Polish).
You usually take one long nap that's 2-3 hours long and then short ones no more than an hour after that.
You found your hands and suck the life out of them, you found your thumb too so we'll see if you're a thumb sucker, although you love your paci. I buy them all the time, your favorite brand: NUK.
You are the most chatty on your changing table, not sure what it is but it gets you going all the time. You don't like tummy time but I have failed you in that department miserably. With you being a very fussy baby, picking your brother up from school and everything else I just don't do it enough. I figure if everyone in Europe doesn't do it there is no harm done.
You drink about 4oz every 3 hours but I know you're on your way to 5 very soon.
You get up once in the middle of the night and then around 6am. I've noticed you don't drink a lot at night so I'm hoping that's a sign that you'll be sleeping through the night soon. I won't hold my breath.
You move your legs and arms like crazy when we lay you down.
You are a cuddler, you love falling asleep in people's arms. You have warmed up to your grandmas this last week because let's face it, you were forced to.
You are a strong little one, you try to sit on your own. We have to watch you closely.
Mommy and daddy love you very much.
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| Brother sneaks in |
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| Daniel at 3 months. Striking resemblance. |
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Hello 2013
Ok so 2013 is starting out crappy. Although hubby was happy the 49ers r going to theSuperbowl he paid for the celebration with a ruptured appendix.
The kids r both fighting a cold and I'm going back to work next week. What's the saying?...if it doesn't kill u it makes u stronger. In this case it may make me into a nut. I came home yesterday and just started juggling balls in the air cuz that's how I felt.
Any hoot my hubby posed for a picture but I'm on the iPad and can't link to it. He's a cutie in a hospital gown, trust me.
Taking pictures of the kids has taken a backseat. Poor Michael.
Hopefully I'll post soon.
The kids r both fighting a cold and I'm going back to work next week. What's the saying?...if it doesn't kill u it makes u stronger. In this case it may make me into a nut. I came home yesterday and just started juggling balls in the air cuz that's how I felt.
Any hoot my hubby posed for a picture but I'm on the iPad and can't link to it. He's a cutie in a hospital gown, trust me.
Taking pictures of the kids has taken a backseat. Poor Michael.
Hopefully I'll post soon.
Friday, January 18, 2013
Atypical
Well, the GI Dr. appointment went well, except nothing new was discovered, it was only confirmed that Michael has atypical colic. You see a typical colic would be only gas, my son is atypical because he's got poop issues, feeding issues and plain old irritable issues. His dosage for acid reflux was bumped up and he has been like a new baby. (knocking on wood) I was also told I need to first take care of myself and if this was 50 years ago I would be told to "have some Chardonnay, put some on my finger and give to baby and wait to see who passes out first". I liked this Dr. right away. Maybe he set this baby straight. I asked all my questions and even asked one more through the nurse while he was in with another patient.
He slept 6 hours straight last night, smiles more, farts more, talks more and that makes this mama happy.
Mama is also happy because she got to go get her hair done and bought new makeup to prepare for return to work. Thanks to my mother in law who stayed with the kids, handled the baby like a pro and gave me the gift of being away.OH yeah some cash too. She's paying for my sanity so I won't leave this crazy house and drive over the border.
We hope this "new baby" sticks around. I'm watching him now swinging away and smiling. 2 weeks ago the thought of a third baby made me say "hell no" but now, we'll see...If Ry is reading this he is probably saying "heck no". LOL. A little girl would fit well in this house but a third boy might push me over the edge. Ha!
Someone has found a new interest in building things. He loves Legos and my dear friend's son gave him 2 full bags of them. Of course he is building everything Star Wars. He keeps them a surprise until he finishes and then walks me into the room and says "surprise". Sweetness.
This weekend a dentist appointment is on the calendar for me. I HATE THE DENTIST. I have canceled and rescheduled this appointment like 4 times.
We have friends coming over for a visit. I need to take more pics of baby for sure. He's getting shafted.
Have a great weekend!
He slept 6 hours straight last night, smiles more, farts more, talks more and that makes this mama happy.
Mama is also happy because she got to go get her hair done and bought new makeup to prepare for return to work. Thanks to my mother in law who stayed with the kids, handled the baby like a pro and gave me the gift of being away.OH yeah some cash too. She's paying for my sanity so I won't leave this crazy house and drive over the border.
We hope this "new baby" sticks around. I'm watching him now swinging away and smiling. 2 weeks ago the thought of a third baby made me say "hell no" but now, we'll see...If Ry is reading this he is probably saying "heck no". LOL. A little girl would fit well in this house but a third boy might push me over the edge. Ha!
Someone has found a new interest in building things. He loves Legos and my dear friend's son gave him 2 full bags of them. Of course he is building everything Star Wars. He keeps them a surprise until he finishes and then walks me into the room and says "surprise". Sweetness.
We have friends coming over for a visit. I need to take more pics of baby for sure. He's getting shafted.
Have a great weekend!
Monday, January 14, 2013
Learn something new
These past 2 weeks have been close to the hardest two weeks of parenting that I have experienced. Close, because my first born not talking still stays as my number one obsession that lasted 2 years.
My second son is full of mystery. Just when we think we have it figured out or we are at the end of a rough period something else happens.
Since he's been 4 weeks old this house has been loud from about 6pm till 10pm. The screams range from an hour to two to even 3. That moved on to a full day of crankiness.
It's been so long that when I take a shower or fold laundry (in the basement) I think I hear him crying, only to emerge and it's quiet (very few times).
I have called my pediatrician so many times that I know all the nurse practitioners by name. They know all his symptoms, that seem to grow weekly.
At first I got answers such as "yes, this is very typical. At around week 3-4 they start to be fussy. It's all temporary. Do the following 3 things and it will be better"
Then, "yes, this is typical. It should end by 3 months. You just have to live through it and I promise you that you will have a new baby soon, space his feedings, let him cry a little, etc.". To which I replied "When is this new baby arriving because I'm ready".
Finally, after my last call today I got the answer of "Bring him in, we need to fix him".
You see, I tend to self diagnose a lot of things. I knew Daniel was a late talker even though everyone told me I was nuts. I can sense he is getting sick because he develops a large appetite right before he gets sick or his eyes get really glossy.
I diagnose my hubby's ailments all the time; sleep apnea, various skin problems. He loves my cold remedies. He says, "your combo that you gave me really made me feel better" or "get me the combo you usually do".
My combo is really choosing meds we have on hand and laying them out for him. We swear by Alka Seltzer Cold Plus, a ridiculous amount of vitamin C, Echinecea, some nasal decongestant and air borne. They can all be substituted by whatever you have in the house, except the alka seltzer.
I come from a family of worriers, my mom and sister visit the Dr. all the time. I'm considered the one that doesn't panic over stuff and wait too long to take my kids in. If you asked Ryan he would disagree.
BUT...
I have been tearing my hair out (pretty hard since my daily hair do is always a pony tail) with figuring what could be wrong with Michael. Why does he cry so hard all the time? Why is it getting difficult during feeding? I have invested at least $100 on bottles alone, trying different nipples, different brands, expensive and cheap. I even stopped breastfeeding temporarily just to give him formula because I think there is something wrong with my milk. I stopped eating certain things, NOTHING helped. Between swaddling and white noises my days/nights were a blur, hence the lack of posting anything interesting in the last month.
We were prescribed anti reflux medicine but without looking into his throat to truly know he had it, I didn't feel comfortable giving it to him twice a day. He hates taking it.
So, I am determined to get a handle on this before I go back to work (oh yeah scheduled next week) so two great grandmas won't be home with a miserable baby but most of all my baby has suffered enough.
Tomorrow we go to the Dr. to check his weight and take it from there. I'm hoping for a quicker ENT appt then I was able to make today (yes, I called one myself). The first appt is February 1st! Come on!!! I hope the Dr. can make a call or two to get this cute blue eyed boy in ASAP.
Daniel associates the baby with crying, me walking around the house saying shhhhhhhh or pumping.
I had to calm Michael down one time so I had to put my pump "stuff" on the side. I came back and Daniel's shirt was up and the bottles were on him. He said "mommy I'm pumping, I have boobies". Sweet boy!
So, that's what has been happening around here...lots of tears, yes me included, 3 boys that are all trying to keep it together and a mama that is trying not to lose the patience she has left.
Wish us luck and say a prayer or two for us, we need it.
My second son is full of mystery. Just when we think we have it figured out or we are at the end of a rough period something else happens.
Since he's been 4 weeks old this house has been loud from about 6pm till 10pm. The screams range from an hour to two to even 3. That moved on to a full day of crankiness.
It's been so long that when I take a shower or fold laundry (in the basement) I think I hear him crying, only to emerge and it's quiet (very few times).
I have called my pediatrician so many times that I know all the nurse practitioners by name. They know all his symptoms, that seem to grow weekly.
At first I got answers such as "yes, this is very typical. At around week 3-4 they start to be fussy. It's all temporary. Do the following 3 things and it will be better"
Then, "yes, this is typical. It should end by 3 months. You just have to live through it and I promise you that you will have a new baby soon, space his feedings, let him cry a little, etc.". To which I replied "When is this new baby arriving because I'm ready".
Finally, after my last call today I got the answer of "Bring him in, we need to fix him".
You see, I tend to self diagnose a lot of things. I knew Daniel was a late talker even though everyone told me I was nuts. I can sense he is getting sick because he develops a large appetite right before he gets sick or his eyes get really glossy.
I diagnose my hubby's ailments all the time; sleep apnea, various skin problems. He loves my cold remedies. He says, "your combo that you gave me really made me feel better" or "get me the combo you usually do".
My combo is really choosing meds we have on hand and laying them out for him. We swear by Alka Seltzer Cold Plus, a ridiculous amount of vitamin C, Echinecea, some nasal decongestant and air borne. They can all be substituted by whatever you have in the house, except the alka seltzer.
I come from a family of worriers, my mom and sister visit the Dr. all the time. I'm considered the one that doesn't panic over stuff and wait too long to take my kids in. If you asked Ryan he would disagree.
BUT...
I have been tearing my hair out (pretty hard since my daily hair do is always a pony tail) with figuring what could be wrong with Michael. Why does he cry so hard all the time? Why is it getting difficult during feeding? I have invested at least $100 on bottles alone, trying different nipples, different brands, expensive and cheap. I even stopped breastfeeding temporarily just to give him formula because I think there is something wrong with my milk. I stopped eating certain things, NOTHING helped. Between swaddling and white noises my days/nights were a blur, hence the lack of posting anything interesting in the last month.
We were prescribed anti reflux medicine but without looking into his throat to truly know he had it, I didn't feel comfortable giving it to him twice a day. He hates taking it.
So, I am determined to get a handle on this before I go back to work (oh yeah scheduled next week) so two great grandmas won't be home with a miserable baby but most of all my baby has suffered enough.
Tomorrow we go to the Dr. to check his weight and take it from there. I'm hoping for a quicker ENT appt then I was able to make today (yes, I called one myself). The first appt is February 1st! Come on!!! I hope the Dr. can make a call or two to get this cute blue eyed boy in ASAP.
Daniel associates the baby with crying, me walking around the house saying shhhhhhhh or pumping.
I had to calm Michael down one time so I had to put my pump "stuff" on the side. I came back and Daniel's shirt was up and the bottles were on him. He said "mommy I'm pumping, I have boobies". Sweet boy!
So, that's what has been happening around here...lots of tears, yes me included, 3 boys that are all trying to keep it together and a mama that is trying not to lose the patience she has left.
Wish us luck and say a prayer or two for us, we need it.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
My sweets
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| Cheering on the 49ers |
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| Playing the iPad |
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| We planned to take pics of the boys with their cute little tops. This is what happened. |
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| Saturday typical scene |
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| He was building me a new kitchen |
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| Watched 4 kids on a Saturday. |
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| First snow |
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Practice
I'm going back to work in 2 weeks!
It is my goal this week to get up after the last 5:30am feeding and start practicing getting ready and out the door by 7:20am.
As I type this Daniel is waving to me from his bedroom, he heard me and is up telling me "help me close the door because I want to see my pillow pal lights" (shows shapes on the ceiling). How does he sense I'm up? Perhaps the squeaky wood floors gives it away. The little one of course is starting to stir. This is what quiet sounds like in my house at 6:15am. Perhaps a 4:00am goal is more realistic for a completely quiet home.
I have mixed feelings about going back to work. In one moment I can't imagine a different routine than rolling out of bed, sometimes brushing my hair and running around all day like a nut, taking a hot shower at night only to rinse and repeat again the next day. But I do have visions of makeup, hair done, heals and adult conversation, oh how I miss adult conversation. I love my kids, to death, I do, but as I have told my mother in law and friends recently I was meant to be born in the time that I was because the 50s might have killed me. The pearls and pumps were cute just not in the kitchen. I like my me time, I like my independence and I like working. I do admire moms that stay home all day with their kids though.
(Insert 1 hour interruption here to feed baby, dress him and turn on a show for a 4 year old, serve his breakfast and get him dressed, put baby down for morning nap).
Now it's 7:30 and I'm royally screwed in 2 weeks.
Where was I?
Oh yes, admiring other stay at home moms. I'm happy they are happy but I know I want more of a balance. Getting to work from home twice a week is that balance. I get to be home 4 days in a row. When Tuesday morning rolls around I will be eager to get the hell out just like I was before.
Everyone is different, everyone finds their balance, if that is possible. Moms shouldn't judge other moms by the choices they make to obtain their own balance. No one lives in another person's shoes so they can't possibly understand.
I have enjoyed the last 10 weeks with my little ones. It was hectic, I cried a few times, it was loud and uncontrollable most of the time. I will remember it forever. Some days were so bad all I could say was "we are done with kids, just done". Then a good day would follow and I would think, gosh a little girl would be nice. Then, reality would set it again and I would think, nope, I don't need a little girl because that would mean she would have her own kids and I would be stuck listening to her bit*& about what I do to my mom.
Life is like that, each day is different and unpredictable. Ryan has been saying he's too old for little ones. He did the math and figured out he'll be 66 when Michael is 30 and that hit him. Like 66 is ancient or something. The first 3 months of a baby's life are the most trying ON THE PARENTS. I've been told that I'll get a new baby in a few weeks, just to wait. This is after I blew up everyone's inbox talking about colic and what the hell could I do. I got great advice and after a couple of calls to the Dr. and a few chats on FB the best advice I got was "honey it's temporary, it will pass, I PROMISE". It's getting better. I'm learning his cues and we're getting on a schedule.
In the midst of the chaos there are moments when I look at Daniel being sweet to his brother or the baby cooing with us and already getting "bigger" and I think it goes by so fast.
I can't wait to watch them grow and become men and I pray that by having two sons somehow will equal one daughter. Not that it guarantees a daughter wouldn't put me in a crappy nursing home but statistically boys are clueless when it comes to what a mom needs, there are exceptions and I hope my boys are that exception.
So, this has been a rambling of thoughts that have been going through my head.
I'm organizing pictures (OK I haven't even started) and will post many of my sweet peas soon.
Off to get ready this time for real. Someone is getting his 2 month shots today. :(
It is my goal this week to get up after the last 5:30am feeding and start practicing getting ready and out the door by 7:20am.
As I type this Daniel is waving to me from his bedroom, he heard me and is up telling me "help me close the door because I want to see my pillow pal lights" (shows shapes on the ceiling). How does he sense I'm up? Perhaps the squeaky wood floors gives it away. The little one of course is starting to stir. This is what quiet sounds like in my house at 6:15am. Perhaps a 4:00am goal is more realistic for a completely quiet home.
I have mixed feelings about going back to work. In one moment I can't imagine a different routine than rolling out of bed, sometimes brushing my hair and running around all day like a nut, taking a hot shower at night only to rinse and repeat again the next day. But I do have visions of makeup, hair done, heals and adult conversation, oh how I miss adult conversation. I love my kids, to death, I do, but as I have told my mother in law and friends recently I was meant to be born in the time that I was because the 50s might have killed me. The pearls and pumps were cute just not in the kitchen. I like my me time, I like my independence and I like working. I do admire moms that stay home all day with their kids though.
(Insert 1 hour interruption here to feed baby, dress him and turn on a show for a 4 year old, serve his breakfast and get him dressed, put baby down for morning nap).
Now it's 7:30 and I'm royally screwed in 2 weeks.
Where was I?
Oh yes, admiring other stay at home moms. I'm happy they are happy but I know I want more of a balance. Getting to work from home twice a week is that balance. I get to be home 4 days in a row. When Tuesday morning rolls around I will be eager to get the hell out just like I was before.
Everyone is different, everyone finds their balance, if that is possible. Moms shouldn't judge other moms by the choices they make to obtain their own balance. No one lives in another person's shoes so they can't possibly understand.
I have enjoyed the last 10 weeks with my little ones. It was hectic, I cried a few times, it was loud and uncontrollable most of the time. I will remember it forever. Some days were so bad all I could say was "we are done with kids, just done". Then a good day would follow and I would think, gosh a little girl would be nice. Then, reality would set it again and I would think, nope, I don't need a little girl because that would mean she would have her own kids and I would be stuck listening to her bit*& about what I do to my mom.
Life is like that, each day is different and unpredictable. Ryan has been saying he's too old for little ones. He did the math and figured out he'll be 66 when Michael is 30 and that hit him. Like 66 is ancient or something. The first 3 months of a baby's life are the most trying ON THE PARENTS. I've been told that I'll get a new baby in a few weeks, just to wait. This is after I blew up everyone's inbox talking about colic and what the hell could I do. I got great advice and after a couple of calls to the Dr. and a few chats on FB the best advice I got was "honey it's temporary, it will pass, I PROMISE". It's getting better. I'm learning his cues and we're getting on a schedule.
In the midst of the chaos there are moments when I look at Daniel being sweet to his brother or the baby cooing with us and already getting "bigger" and I think it goes by so fast.
I can't wait to watch them grow and become men and I pray that by having two sons somehow will equal one daughter. Not that it guarantees a daughter wouldn't put me in a crappy nursing home but statistically boys are clueless when it comes to what a mom needs, there are exceptions and I hope my boys are that exception.
So, this has been a rambling of thoughts that have been going through my head.
I'm organizing pictures (OK I haven't even started) and will post many of my sweet peas soon.
Off to get ready this time for real. Someone is getting his 2 month shots today. :(
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Happy New Year 2013!!!
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