Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sam's a month old on Thursday, so we'll get some new pictures up this week.
Monday, June 16, 2008
1. Sleeping: Sam is a good sleeper for a newborn, but still I long for that four hour stretch of sweet, sweet sleep every night. I pump diligently every day, knowing that those few ounces of breastmilk are my ticket to sleep happiness. My night becomes filled with choices that revolve around sleep. For instance, when I wake up to feed Sam, do I really want to waste those extra precious minutes I could be sleeping to pee? To quench that never-ending thirst of a breastfeeding mom? To eat a snack? Typically, the answer is no. Sam's lucky he even gets his diaper changed at night, frankly.
2. Sweating: I love my new mom body much more than my pregnant body. (Whoo hoo! I can touch my toes!). However, it is certainly much different that my pre-pregnant body and I am lacking clothes to wear because of it. In an effort to "trim" up, I bought some flex-eez underwear (think: girdle). Amazing results! Like I just lost 10lbs. However, not really breathable sort of stuff. I wore it yesterday in 84 degree weather and just about sweated to death for the sake of beauty.
3. So-not-into-wearing-a-bra: I thought nursing bras were kind of cool until I was actually nursing. Same goes for nursing tops. The clips on the bra, the rolling it under your boob, the finding the right slit in the shirt...it's all pretty cumbersome when you have a child screaming because he's STARVING, MOM!! Plus, breastmilk drips every where when he's screaming. So, now I'm into wearing nursing tanks and a regular shirt over the top. The regular shirt hides the breastmilk and the tank hides my mom-flab. The chest, though, might have to suffer some consequences. Maybe I'll start saving for a boob job in the future.
4. Stretch marks: Yep, they keep happening, even after pregnancy. I think they really started to pop up last week. Since they are going to be with me forever, I've started naming the more prominent ones. One of them looks like the scar on Harry Potter's forehead; I call it Voldemort.
Next week, Sam and I are off to Spokane/Seattle/Lewiston for family time/wedding/and his baptism, so our weekly installment of wisdom will be on a temporary hiatus.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Between all of this, we had quite a load of laundry:
3 outfits of Jen's
and 1 set of queen size bed sheets (it was a mess...in bed...in the wee hours of morning).
We literally ran out of clothes for the kid to wear. Guess I should do laundry more often.
There's no offense like a good defense, so today, I'm ready: more burping, more strategically placed burp cloths around the house, tightening up those diapers, and the omnipresent bib.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I love Sam, but I don't really know why anyone wants a video of him. I mean, honestly, he doesn't do that much...a picture should suffice. But, he does make some cute faces. I tried to get some more of them, but he decided he was hungry. He's been smiling in his sleep, so we're hoping his awake smile will make an appearance soon.
Also, we had an eventful day. We made it to Macy's one day sale and bought a dress and shoes for me to wear to Sam's baptism. Then, we met Joe for lunch and nursed in public (still not super comfortable, but making progress). We dropped off Joe at his office and changed Sam's diaper and then finished the afternoon with some grocery shopping. Sam was done being a happy camper by then, so we headed home. Later, a fellow NP, Leanne, and her daughter, Elizabeth, came by to meet Sam. Here's Elizabeth (who's 4) holding Sam. She said, "I think I can do it myself, Mom", but you can see Leanne's cautionary arm in the frame.
Jen: Joe, can you get the thing off the thing?
Joe: You aren't making any sense. I don't understand what you're saying.
Jen: What? Oh, nevermind. I can't remember what I was talking about.
This was us earlier this week. Fortunately, Sam's eating has slowed down a little and my AWESOME husband took his 10pm feeding last night so I could sleep for FOUR and a HALF hours in a row. Today, I feel like running a marathon...I feel so good. So, I will try to get a video up of Sam in the next few days.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
2. Babies are social magnets. After attending the same church for the past 2 years, we only started meeting people since Sam was born. People will see this new little baby and come over and introduce themselves...after, of course, cooing over Sam. It's a little embarrassing, though, when people ask if we've just moved to the area and we have to say, "Uh, no...we've been here for 2 years."
3. I'm not really a sympathetic person. Whenever Joe gets a cold or whatever, I try to be a good wife, but really...not that sympathetic. A small (okay, maybe bigger than that) part of me wants to say, "So, should I call hospice?" when he complains. Seriously, as a nurse, I've seen serious illness that is worth complaining about. (I know this sounds awful, but just being honest. I don't deserve my wonderful husband, but I digress). But, motherhood changes you. Sam got his first round of diaper rash last week and my heart broke for his little sore butt.
Friday, June 06, 2008
He loved that warm water so much, he pooped in it!
For the past 3 weeks, we have been blessed with good motherly help. Joe's mom, Dori, cooked, cleaned, and cuddled Sam for the first 2 weeks. We had 48 hours on our own...and then my Mom and Lola (grandma) came into town. Lola cooked Filipino food for us to eat and extra for us to freeze. She also snuggled Sam endlessly and sang him songs.
Mom was put to work sewing window shades, cleaning out closets, and changing diapers. In return, we got her a jamocha ice cream birthday cake to celebrate her 52nd birthday...I think it was a fair trade, don't you? She also took home a ton of my skinny clothes since she has such a cute little body. Lately, she has been looking for a halter dress "just like the ones I wore in high school", but wasn't convinced she could wear one at her age. While cleaning out my closet, I came across this green halter dress that my friend, Georgina, gave me in college just before she became a nun. So, Mom tried it on and it looks great on her.
Mom and Lola left today. And now, we're back on our own...at least for the next 2 weeks until we head up to Lewiston for Sam's baptism. Here's hoping we don't starve in the meantime. :)
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
This week's wisdom:
You know it's a bad start to the day when...you send your husband to change the baby's diaper. Both husband and baby return buck naked a few minutes later, with husband muttering something about a "high velocity poop" and wondering where the carpet cleaner is.
Sam is 2 weeks and 1 day old and we're off to the pediatrician's for his 2 week check.