4 weeks 6 days - Hiku Baby:
Have I told you that's what we call her? Hiku - (hee-coo). Our little hiku hiku baby. She gets the hiccups pretty regularly (totally normal, per Dr. Google), and she makes the most adorable sounds when she hiccups, a little "hee-coo" sound. Oh, she's so precious.
The week feels like a settling-in; I'm starting to notice a pattern in her sleeping and waking and eating. She's slept through the night - 7 hour stretches! - for the last 4 nights, allowing mommy and daddy a good night's sleep, so we all wake rested and ready to face our day. She's been a little fussy during the days, but then, she didn't poop for over a week, so probably I would've been fussy too. She seems more content today - she finally pooped yesterday, after getting half a glycerin suppository. She pooped in her diaper, and twice on the changing table. Lots and lots of poop.
5 weeks 2 days:
I started this entry on Sunday. It's now Wednesday. I suck at blogging these days. At least I have an excuse now - babies take a lot of time. And when she's not taking up my time, there are dishes and laundry and showers and meals to pick up her slack. There's just not time for the internet, or rather, I've not yet managed to make it a priority. Talk about a lifestyle change!
I've had an urge to tie one on and smoke cigarettes. I'd like to drink about 6 beers in a row, while sitting on my front porch with a friend and a pack of cigarettes and a warm Spring evening. It's been 10 months since my last cigarette, and I thought I was over the cravings. I guess that monkey is still hanging out on my back every now and then - I'll just keep knocking it off. Not giving in. And I'm not willing to pump and dump, so looks like I'll be staying sober for now, too. Babies change everything.
My pregnancy-induced carpal tunnel syndrome has not gone away with the end of the pregnancy. My wrists hurt all the time, most especially when I'm picking Evie up - something about the angle exacerbates the pain. I guess I need to see my doctor - looks like I'll end up needing cortisone shots. I'm thrilled. :|
I'm eating oatmeal every day to help with my milk production, and taking fenugreek pills 3 times a day. I'm trying to drink plenty of water. I'm trying to pump twice a day, but most days I only manage to do it once. I need to step it up; she's going to need something to eat when I go back to work. Stacy says she didn't really even start pumping until right before she went back, though, so I've got faith that we're going to make this transition just fine, at least from the feeding the baby perspective.
As for my mental state regarding going back to work, well...I'm not happy about it. I don't want to leave my baby with someone else, not even someone I know and love and trust. She's my baby; she should be with me and I should be the one taking care of her. Unfortunately, becoming a one-income household isn't an option for us. I foresee a conversation/negotiation with my boss in my near future - one that results in a pack-n-play at the end of my desk. I've mentioned it a few times as a joke - Momma ain't jokin' no more. She's so tiny and little and she needs me.
Her one-month appointment was put off a week because our doctor was on vacation, but we got in there yesterday and got her updated stats - she's weighing in at 8 pounds 9.5 ounces (15.5 ounces more than three weeks ago!) and measures 21.5 inches in length (an inch longer than her 1-week appointment). She's perfect and growing strong and that makes me so very happy.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
4 weeks - Babies are hard, but awesome.
One of these days, I really will finish her birth story. I keep waiting for it to be the weekend...and then I realize, again, that there is no weekends off from this new job. Full time means FULL TIME. All the time. Always. 24/7.
Except for Friday afternoon, when Jimi came home early from work. I'd just finished feeding Evie, and she was happy and content - we were having a good day. Jimi told me he was taking baby duty for the afternoon and that I should get out and enjoy the beautiful afternoon. It was beautiful outside - I hadn't noticed. I've not paid much attention to the weather for the last 4 weeks, and have left the house only a handful of times. I was so overwhelmed at the idea of not being in charge of a little baby, I didn't know what to do with my newfound freedom. Where would I go? I'm sure I could've found someone to meet me somewhere for a drink or something, but that seemed like a wild idea, too wild, so instead, I did laundry, vacuumed Evie's room, cleaned up the kitchen, and went grocery shopping for an hour. (I really do love grocery shopping, so that was a real treat.)
She hasn't pooped in nearly a week, and apparently that's normal. I'm obsessed with her bodily functions. She farts all the time, mostly upon waking and stretching. They stink and are loud like her Daddy's and are absolutely hilarious and adorable and the best things ever. Her doctor is on vacation this week, so we won't get her weight and length updates until next week - but I can tell how much she's growing. Her little legs and cheeks are starting to fill out and plump up, and she's got the beginnings of a double chin. Her legs are getting longer and are so strong - she kicks and kicks and tries to stand and uses her legs to launch herself off your chest. Her little neck is strong, too - she holds her head up and bobbles it around, trying to see it all. She loves bath time, cooing and watching everything going on around her...until bath time is over, at which point she gets cold and gets pissed off. Much screaming oft ensues, though she can be calmed a bit by a full-body coconut oil massage. Is there anything better in the world than a little naked baby? She's so soft and little and sweet and adorable. And she smells so good; I love smelling her little head when I hold her close, her fine little hairs tickling my nose.
She got her first bottle late last week, and my nipples rejoiced from the respite. Suddenly we've got the makings of something that could be a schedule (though I don't want to say that too loudly, lest I tempt fate) - Momma's gotten lots of good sleep in the last few days. Of course, Daddy taking the middle-of-the-night shifts over the weekend was a huge factor in that. I love that he can feed her now, and he really loves it too. He's over the moon for her - it's a beautiful thing to watch.
We went to the mall Friday night to buy her an Easter dress. Not that we were going anywhere, just to my Mom & Dad's, but we wanted to have something pretty to put her in, and something that fit - all of her clothes are too big, sized 0-3 months, and she really needs to be wearing newborn right now. We'd been through Macy's and Dillard's, found nothing, and were headed to JC Penny. I was admiring the Vera Bradley diaper bags by the exit, and it hit me - "Jimi, did you bring the diaper bag?" No, he didn't. We'd come to the mall with an infant with just a carseat and a moby wrap as accoutrement. Not a single diaper or wipe or change of clothes. We laughed a nervous laugh and shrugged our shoulders. Oh well. Cross our fingers and hope for the best. She slept the entire time, nearly 3 hours, waking only because I dared move her from the warm moby into the cold carseat - and then she screamed the entire way home because there wasn't a boob in her mouth. Sweet baby.
I really love being her mom. She's so neat.
Except for Friday afternoon, when Jimi came home early from work. I'd just finished feeding Evie, and she was happy and content - we were having a good day. Jimi told me he was taking baby duty for the afternoon and that I should get out and enjoy the beautiful afternoon. It was beautiful outside - I hadn't noticed. I've not paid much attention to the weather for the last 4 weeks, and have left the house only a handful of times. I was so overwhelmed at the idea of not being in charge of a little baby, I didn't know what to do with my newfound freedom. Where would I go? I'm sure I could've found someone to meet me somewhere for a drink or something, but that seemed like a wild idea, too wild, so instead, I did laundry, vacuumed Evie's room, cleaned up the kitchen, and went grocery shopping for an hour. (I really do love grocery shopping, so that was a real treat.)
She hasn't pooped in nearly a week, and apparently that's normal. I'm obsessed with her bodily functions. She farts all the time, mostly upon waking and stretching. They stink and are loud like her Daddy's and are absolutely hilarious and adorable and the best things ever. Her doctor is on vacation this week, so we won't get her weight and length updates until next week - but I can tell how much she's growing. Her little legs and cheeks are starting to fill out and plump up, and she's got the beginnings of a double chin. Her legs are getting longer and are so strong - she kicks and kicks and tries to stand and uses her legs to launch herself off your chest. Her little neck is strong, too - she holds her head up and bobbles it around, trying to see it all. She loves bath time, cooing and watching everything going on around her...until bath time is over, at which point she gets cold and gets pissed off. Much screaming oft ensues, though she can be calmed a bit by a full-body coconut oil massage. Is there anything better in the world than a little naked baby? She's so soft and little and sweet and adorable. And she smells so good; I love smelling her little head when I hold her close, her fine little hairs tickling my nose.
She got her first bottle late last week, and my nipples rejoiced from the respite. Suddenly we've got the makings of something that could be a schedule (though I don't want to say that too loudly, lest I tempt fate) - Momma's gotten lots of good sleep in the last few days. Of course, Daddy taking the middle-of-the-night shifts over the weekend was a huge factor in that. I love that he can feed her now, and he really loves it too. He's over the moon for her - it's a beautiful thing to watch.
We went to the mall Friday night to buy her an Easter dress. Not that we were going anywhere, just to my Mom & Dad's, but we wanted to have something pretty to put her in, and something that fit - all of her clothes are too big, sized 0-3 months, and she really needs to be wearing newborn right now. We'd been through Macy's and Dillard's, found nothing, and were headed to JC Penny. I was admiring the Vera Bradley diaper bags by the exit, and it hit me - "Jimi, did you bring the diaper bag?" No, he didn't. We'd come to the mall with an infant with just a carseat and a moby wrap as accoutrement. Not a single diaper or wipe or change of clothes. We laughed a nervous laugh and shrugged our shoulders. Oh well. Cross our fingers and hope for the best. She slept the entire time, nearly 3 hours, waking only because I dared move her from the warm moby into the cold carseat - and then she screamed the entire way home because there wasn't a boob in her mouth. Sweet baby.
I really love being her mom. She's so neat.
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