Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Saturdays
So I began to work one day a week at a local agency. It is nice because it is on Saturdays and therefore I can work without having to pay for childcare since GT is home with TT. People keep asking my if I have a hard time leaving T with others and I always say "no", especially when it is with his Dad.
Yesterday was my first long day. I came home yesterday at 2:00 and T was awake, happy and smiling. He looked like he had a pretty good day so far and I was shocked when GT told me that T had been awake for almost 2 hours. He never lasts that long when I'm home. I left again and came back at 5:00. Usually 5:00 to 6:00 in our house is pretty difficult because T is tired from the day and ready to go to bed for the night. I walked into the house and T was sitting in his bouncy seat and smiling! He and Dad were just hanging out. GT and I started to talk about his day. He said T had taken 3 naps that were 1.5 hours each and when he was awake he was smiling and happy.
I love to see my baby happy. It is what I work for all day long but I never get three 1.5 hour naps, a baby who is happy for 2 hours, or a smiling baby after 5:00 (well almost never). It got me thinking about all the things that I am doing wrong as a mother. How can GT get T to be so happy and well rested? I actually know the answer. He lets him cry. When T starts crying during a nap and it hasn't been 1.5 hours GT leaves him alone for 5 minutes or until he finishes whatever he is doing then he goes and gives him the pacifier and baby falls asleep again. He doesn't fall for it when he gets upstairs and T looks at him and grins and tells him he is done with his nap. He doesn't let T get cranky before he puts him down for a nap and T ends up a happy baby at the end of the day.
When I am home with T, I can't handle listening to him cry. Having GT at home with T has been great because it has given me perspective on what I am doing right and what I am doing wrong. I think that in the case of baby sleep I need to take a lesson from T's Dad. Ditch the mommy guilt and let the baby cry every once a while because in the end what we all want is a smiling baby.
Yesterday was my first long day. I came home yesterday at 2:00 and T was awake, happy and smiling. He looked like he had a pretty good day so far and I was shocked when GT told me that T had been awake for almost 2 hours. He never lasts that long when I'm home. I left again and came back at 5:00. Usually 5:00 to 6:00 in our house is pretty difficult because T is tired from the day and ready to go to bed for the night. I walked into the house and T was sitting in his bouncy seat and smiling! He and Dad were just hanging out. GT and I started to talk about his day. He said T had taken 3 naps that were 1.5 hours each and when he was awake he was smiling and happy.
I love to see my baby happy. It is what I work for all day long but I never get three 1.5 hour naps, a baby who is happy for 2 hours, or a smiling baby after 5:00 (well almost never). It got me thinking about all the things that I am doing wrong as a mother. How can GT get T to be so happy and well rested? I actually know the answer. He lets him cry. When T starts crying during a nap and it hasn't been 1.5 hours GT leaves him alone for 5 minutes or until he finishes whatever he is doing then he goes and gives him the pacifier and baby falls asleep again. He doesn't fall for it when he gets upstairs and T looks at him and grins and tells him he is done with his nap. He doesn't let T get cranky before he puts him down for a nap and T ends up a happy baby at the end of the day.
When I am home with T, I can't handle listening to him cry. Having GT at home with T has been great because it has given me perspective on what I am doing right and what I am doing wrong. I think that in the case of baby sleep I need to take a lesson from T's Dad. Ditch the mommy guilt and let the baby cry every once a while because in the end what we all want is a smiling baby.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Love
Happy Valentines Day T
You are 4 months old today. It has been 4 months since you turned from fetus to human being. We got to celebrate this accomplishment on the day that everyone is reminded to say "I love you" to their closest friends and family. You didn't know the difference but I made sure to eat some chocolate for you today. Your daddy sent flowers and we went out to brunch. Your friends Claire, Ethan, and baby EClaire watched you while we gorged ourselves on smoked salmon and eggs Benedict. You only got to drink milk but when you nurse these days you pull off and grin at me and then get back to business. I love these grins because I know you are enjoying yourself. Keep the love coming. I love you more every day little man.
Love Mama
You are 4 months old today. It has been 4 months since you turned from fetus to human being. We got to celebrate this accomplishment on the day that everyone is reminded to say "I love you" to their closest friends and family. You didn't know the difference but I made sure to eat some chocolate for you today. Your daddy sent flowers and we went out to brunch. Your friends Claire, Ethan, and baby EClaire watched you while we gorged ourselves on smoked salmon and eggs Benedict. You only got to drink milk but when you nurse these days you pull off and grin at me and then get back to business. I love these grins because I know you are enjoying yourself. Keep the love coming. I love you more every day little man.
Love Mama
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Birth Story
I wanted to post this before I forgot the details.
My due date was October 5th and I was frustrated and uncomfortable when it came and went with no baby. I started all the induction methods I could think of to get baby to come, including Accupressure. I saw my midwife 2 days after my due date and she told me that my cervix was soft but not yet effaced or dilated. She recommended that I hold off on the castor oil until the next week because she didn't think it would help. She tried to strip my membranes but couldn't due to the position and the lack of dilation in my cervix. I had some spotting afterwards but still no signs of labor. I went to see Karlo Berger the next day for an induction accupressure massage. He told me that my pressure points didn't react the way he thought they should and so he thought it may not work. Indeed I was still pregnant four days later and a week past my due date. I had been set up for post dates testing due to concerns about my aging placenta. The morning of my appointment for post dates I went out with my mother for coffee and had too much and felt dehydrated. Everyone told me that didn't factor into what happened later.
At the office I went in for my NST first. Tristan's heart rate was consistent for 30-40 minutes but at one point had a major drop, of course I wasn't being monitored at that point but was still hooked up to the machine. He was plenty active and they told me everything looked good. I then went to get an ultrasound. The tech turned on the machine and told me that she had to check my fluid levels first. She began to check and got a funny look on her face and said "Oh honey your fluid is way to low. You are going to have to go to the hospital." I was shocked. I think I said something like "Right now?" She said you are going to have to speak to your midwife but you are going to have to deliver that baby today. I was shocked and upset. I called Graham and said go home and get my bags I am going to the hospital. I met with a midwife who told me that they were going to try to ripen my cervix and then induce labor and that I would be admitted to the hospital overnight. She told me to go home and pack my stuff and the hospital would call and tell me when to come in.
I got home at 5:00 and waited for the call. We ate dinner at 6:00 and the hospital called and told me to come in for admission at 7:30. We got to the hospital and checked in and went to a room to stay overnight. I met with a midwife, Lucie, and she told me they were going to try two things to ripen my cervix. First they would insert a foley catheter into my cervix and then inject water into it to expand my cervix. In addition they would insert cervidel to help ripen my cervix. The procedure actually didn't hurt that much and Lucie told me it was the easiest foley that she had ever inserted. I went back to my room ready to get comfortable and stay the night until my induction the next morning. Fifteen minutes later as I was lying in bed talking to my husband and mother my water broke. The nurse came in and took out the foley catheter. She did it while I was standing in the bathroom and I almost passed out. Immediately after that contractions started. They were close together about 2 minutes apart. I hardly got any break. They were strong and intense. I started to try my breathing but was hooked up to a fetal monitor and had trouble finding a comfortable position and had difficulty breathing through it. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and my contractions intensified. I was having contractions one on top of the other and they hurt. I began to panic and had a breakdown. I decided I really wanted an epidural. Lucie came in about 1 hr after contractions started and said I was 1 cm dilated. I was upset because I didn't think that I could get an epidural and also that it would take a long time. Lucie told me that I had made a lot of progress in the last hour and that was why labor was so intense. It was happening really fast. She got me a room on the LDR and I was sent down and about 1:30am, about 3 hrs after my water broke. I later received an epidural. They had me hooked up to the monitor and found that Tristan's heart rate was taking a big hit every time I had a contraction and he was really stressed. They said I might have to have a C-section. Lucie told me that if I continued to have problems they were going to try a amnio-infusion to replace my low amniotic fluid levels and protect the baby. This actually worked and saved me from a c-section. I was so happy. I really credit Lucie for this and her helping me avoid a procedure she knew I wanted to avoid.
At about 7:30am Lucie checked my and said I was 8-9 cm dialted. I was shocked labor was progressing so quickly, especially since I had an epidural and was lying down the entire time trying to find a position where Tristan's heart rate stayed steady. His heart rate really stabilized after the amnio-infusion but they were concerned about pushing and told me I wasn't out of the woods for a c-section. I thought delivery was close but after this my contractions really slowed down. At about 11 my contractions were still slow and I wasn't really progressing. They decided to add some pitocin to the mix. At this point I had a catheter in my bladder, a catheter in my uterus, an IV, and an epidural. I didn't think I could get any more tubes inside me. They started to pitocin off low and increased it over time. They told me they were going to have me wait to push until the contractions pushed him into the birth canal to +2 station. Another midwife, Nicole, was on call by this point and checked me around 12 and said that my contractions were indicating it was time to push and that his head was low. I began to push, which was difficult because I couldn't feel anything. His heart rate did drop and started to not recover after each contraction. They were concerned and called in the OB on call, Dr. Cavanaugh. They told me they wanted to have an "assisted delivery" which meant forceps or vaccum. I was anxious about tearing so pushed as hard as I could to try to get him out. Dr. Cavanaugh tried to use the vaccum and it broke and popped off his head. It took them a minute to find another one. In the mean time the Dr. began to use the forceps and he was born with one contraction. I had an 2nd degree episiotomy from the forceps but otherwise everything was great and he was healthy and in my arms within minutes of delivery.
My due date was October 5th and I was frustrated and uncomfortable when it came and went with no baby. I started all the induction methods I could think of to get baby to come, including Accupressure. I saw my midwife 2 days after my due date and she told me that my cervix was soft but not yet effaced or dilated. She recommended that I hold off on the castor oil until the next week because she didn't think it would help. She tried to strip my membranes but couldn't due to the position and the lack of dilation in my cervix. I had some spotting afterwards but still no signs of labor. I went to see Karlo Berger the next day for an induction accupressure massage. He told me that my pressure points didn't react the way he thought they should and so he thought it may not work. Indeed I was still pregnant four days later and a week past my due date. I had been set up for post dates testing due to concerns about my aging placenta. The morning of my appointment for post dates I went out with my mother for coffee and had too much and felt dehydrated. Everyone told me that didn't factor into what happened later.
At the office I went in for my NST first. Tristan's heart rate was consistent for 30-40 minutes but at one point had a major drop, of course I wasn't being monitored at that point but was still hooked up to the machine. He was plenty active and they told me everything looked good. I then went to get an ultrasound. The tech turned on the machine and told me that she had to check my fluid levels first. She began to check and got a funny look on her face and said "Oh honey your fluid is way to low. You are going to have to go to the hospital." I was shocked. I think I said something like "Right now?" She said you are going to have to speak to your midwife but you are going to have to deliver that baby today. I was shocked and upset. I called Graham and said go home and get my bags I am going to the hospital. I met with a midwife who told me that they were going to try to ripen my cervix and then induce labor and that I would be admitted to the hospital overnight. She told me to go home and pack my stuff and the hospital would call and tell me when to come in.
I got home at 5:00 and waited for the call. We ate dinner at 6:00 and the hospital called and told me to come in for admission at 7:30. We got to the hospital and checked in and went to a room to stay overnight. I met with a midwife, Lucie, and she told me they were going to try two things to ripen my cervix. First they would insert a foley catheter into my cervix and then inject water into it to expand my cervix. In addition they would insert cervidel to help ripen my cervix. The procedure actually didn't hurt that much and Lucie told me it was the easiest foley that she had ever inserted. I went back to my room ready to get comfortable and stay the night until my induction the next morning. Fifteen minutes later as I was lying in bed talking to my husband and mother my water broke. The nurse came in and took out the foley catheter. She did it while I was standing in the bathroom and I almost passed out. Immediately after that contractions started. They were close together about 2 minutes apart. I hardly got any break. They were strong and intense. I started to try my breathing but was hooked up to a fetal monitor and had trouble finding a comfortable position and had difficulty breathing through it. I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and my contractions intensified. I was having contractions one on top of the other and they hurt. I began to panic and had a breakdown. I decided I really wanted an epidural. Lucie came in about 1 hr after contractions started and said I was 1 cm dilated. I was upset because I didn't think that I could get an epidural and also that it would take a long time. Lucie told me that I had made a lot of progress in the last hour and that was why labor was so intense. It was happening really fast. She got me a room on the LDR and I was sent down and about 1:30am, about 3 hrs after my water broke. I later received an epidural. They had me hooked up to the monitor and found that Tristan's heart rate was taking a big hit every time I had a contraction and he was really stressed. They said I might have to have a C-section. Lucie told me that if I continued to have problems they were going to try a amnio-infusion to replace my low amniotic fluid levels and protect the baby. This actually worked and saved me from a c-section. I was so happy. I really credit Lucie for this and her helping me avoid a procedure she knew I wanted to avoid.
At about 7:30am Lucie checked my and said I was 8-9 cm dialted. I was shocked labor was progressing so quickly, especially since I had an epidural and was lying down the entire time trying to find a position where Tristan's heart rate stayed steady. His heart rate really stabilized after the amnio-infusion but they were concerned about pushing and told me I wasn't out of the woods for a c-section. I thought delivery was close but after this my contractions really slowed down. At about 11 my contractions were still slow and I wasn't really progressing. They decided to add some pitocin to the mix. At this point I had a catheter in my bladder, a catheter in my uterus, an IV, and an epidural. I didn't think I could get any more tubes inside me. They started to pitocin off low and increased it over time. They told me they were going to have me wait to push until the contractions pushed him into the birth canal to +2 station. Another midwife, Nicole, was on call by this point and checked me around 12 and said that my contractions were indicating it was time to push and that his head was low. I began to push, which was difficult because I couldn't feel anything. His heart rate did drop and started to not recover after each contraction. They were concerned and called in the OB on call, Dr. Cavanaugh. They told me they wanted to have an "assisted delivery" which meant forceps or vaccum. I was anxious about tearing so pushed as hard as I could to try to get him out. Dr. Cavanaugh tried to use the vaccum and it broke and popped off his head. It took them a minute to find another one. In the mean time the Dr. began to use the forceps and he was born with one contraction. I had an 2nd degree episiotomy from the forceps but otherwise everything was great and he was healthy and in my arms within minutes of delivery.
4 hours!
T slept in 2 four hour stretches last night. I was shocked! This is the most he has ever slept. He woke up at 9:45, 1:45, and 5:45. I think he woke up one other time but was able to put himself back to sleep. It might have been a fluke but I pray it continues. We have been pretty good about not giving him the pacifier at night. During the day he uses it for naps but is able to put himself to sleep without it at bedtime. Everyone keep their fingers crossed that T keeps it up.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Toys
In 4 months I have bought T one toy and he doesn't even really like it. I guess it is came as a surprise that T wasn't really interested in toys for a really long time. The best toy for the first 3 months was my face. He would look at it, smile, and make baby cooing noises. The best. Around 3 months I gave him a skwish and he liked it because he could accidentally grab it and then put parts of it in his mouth but he still liked to look at my face better and blow raspberries. He especially liked it when I blew some back at him.
(Skwish)
He also loves it when I make farting noises. Who knew that fart jokes were funny from such an early age? For Christmas we received a baby gym where the baby can lie down and have toys suspended above their head. From that gym we hung the Lamaze firefly and the Whoozit.
He loves grabbing these things and putting them in his mouth. I have several other toys but these seem to be the main contenders in our house. Toys are becoming more interesting to T and he is beginning to actively reach for them and try to put them in his mouth. When he is really tired and can't get them there he gets really mad. He loves his firefly because the wings crinkle and he can pull the wings in different directions with his hands which don't move in a coordinated way yet. He also does this with my fingers which is really cute. T has also recently discovered his hands and will occasionally sit and stare at them while he moves them around. I am waiting for him to discover that he has feet. Occasionally he will sit and stare at his socks but he has never reached for a foot. I have heard that this happens around 5 months.
I also know that before long T won't be able to have enough toys so I'm going to enjoy watching him explore his world and be mesmerized by the little things.
In other news my poor kitty Artemis is becoming an old man. He has arthritis in his back and has had a really hard time recently jumping up onto the couch to lie down. He thought it was great when we brought soft baby stuff and put it in on the floor for him to lie on. I was not a big fan however, when he was licking his butt on the same place where my baby's face would be. So I bought him this bed.
I know it has a dog bone on it but that's okay, Artemis eats dogs for breakfast. Pazzo on the other hand has discovered that a warm radiator in the sun (on top of T's cloth diapers.... sigh.....you never win) is a great place to be.
(Skwish)He also loves it when I make farting noises. Who knew that fart jokes were funny from such an early age? For Christmas we received a baby gym where the baby can lie down and have toys suspended above their head. From that gym we hung the Lamaze firefly and the Whoozit.
He loves grabbing these things and putting them in his mouth. I have several other toys but these seem to be the main contenders in our house. Toys are becoming more interesting to T and he is beginning to actively reach for them and try to put them in his mouth. When he is really tired and can't get them there he gets really mad. He loves his firefly because the wings crinkle and he can pull the wings in different directions with his hands which don't move in a coordinated way yet. He also does this with my fingers which is really cute. T has also recently discovered his hands and will occasionally sit and stare at them while he moves them around. I am waiting for him to discover that he has feet. Occasionally he will sit and stare at his socks but he has never reached for a foot. I have heard that this happens around 5 months.
I also know that before long T won't be able to have enough toys so I'm going to enjoy watching him explore his world and be mesmerized by the little things.
In other news my poor kitty Artemis is becoming an old man. He has arthritis in his back and has had a really hard time recently jumping up onto the couch to lie down. He thought it was great when we brought soft baby stuff and put it in on the floor for him to lie on. I was not a big fan however, when he was licking his butt on the same place where my baby's face would be. So I bought him this bed.
I know it has a dog bone on it but that's okay, Artemis eats dogs for breakfast. Pazzo on the other hand has discovered that a warm radiator in the sun (on top of T's cloth diapers.... sigh.....you never win) is a great place to be.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Success!!
T rolled over yesterday for the first time from his tummy to his back. I didn't even have to push him (I swear I didn't even give him a little nudge). T hates tummy time so I am hoping he will continue to roll over so I don't have to torture him anymore. Rolling over is the first of many physical accomplishments he will reach this year. It marks his beginning from floppy newborn to real baby. T will be 4 months old in a week which seems crazy to me. It has been both the longest 4 months and the shortest.
T has been an amazing addition to our family and life seems much more complete with him in it. It seems that over the last 4 months my heart has grown to a place that I didn't know existed. When T was first placed on my chest in the delivery room it was an overwhelming feeling. I felt fear, excitement, exhaustion, and wonder but I didn't even know T at that point. I loved T from that minute my but my love has increased ten fold from that time. For the first month or so it still felt like T was connected to me by some invisible umbilical cord. I had grown him inside of my body and now I was growing him outside. As he has become a more independent person I started to fall in love with his unique personality (and T is unique). Every day he shows me a little more of the person he will become which is great although I have a feeling he is going to be one opinionated little person. Being a mother to T is both the most rewarding and the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. When T wouldn't stop crying and I would find myself getting angry it was a scary and out of control feeling but when T stops what he is doing because he hears my voice and he looks at me and smiles my heart melts.
(need I say more!)
I can't wait to see the little person that T becomes over the next few months but he will always be my baby!
T has been an amazing addition to our family and life seems much more complete with him in it. It seems that over the last 4 months my heart has grown to a place that I didn't know existed. When T was first placed on my chest in the delivery room it was an overwhelming feeling. I felt fear, excitement, exhaustion, and wonder but I didn't even know T at that point. I loved T from that minute my but my love has increased ten fold from that time. For the first month or so it still felt like T was connected to me by some invisible umbilical cord. I had grown him inside of my body and now I was growing him outside. As he has become a more independent person I started to fall in love with his unique personality (and T is unique). Every day he shows me a little more of the person he will become which is great although I have a feeling he is going to be one opinionated little person. Being a mother to T is both the most rewarding and the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. When T wouldn't stop crying and I would find myself getting angry it was a scary and out of control feeling but when T stops what he is doing because he hears my voice and he looks at me and smiles my heart melts.
(need I say more!)I can't wait to see the little person that T becomes over the next few months but he will always be my baby!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Mouse in the house and sleep
So my ever fearless cat Pazzo sat and stared at the radiator cover all morning. I knew something was up but tried to ignore it and hoped it would go away. He continued to stare until I could no longer ignore the obvious. There was something under my radiator. I lifted the cover and as I suspected there was a tiny field mouse. I got all girly and shrieked a few times and then tried to figure out how I was going to catch the icky thing and dispose of it. The easiest thing to do in this situation is to just let Pazzo have some fun and he is good at it. That is what you get for picking up a cat from the mean streets of NYC. Poor Artemis wouldn't be able to catch a dead mouse because he had a cushy life in a nice home in Alabama. He does sometime pretend to be tough but usually this involves knocking the trashcan over to get some discarded meat. Unfortunately for me mice are quick and small and it soon became a game of run under this couch, now back to the radiator and under the loveseat, although Pazzo was enjoying the entertainment. He even took a few breaks in the action much to my dismay. I ended up turning the couches over, after taking the cushions off, removing both radiator covers, and getting a broom. I don't have pictures of the aftermath of this project but it was a mess. On the plus side I got to clean all the dust and kitty hair out from under my couches, which I have been meaning to do for months. Clever kitty, Pazzo, did eventually get the mouse and ran away to play around with it. I followed him got a bag, scooped it up and threw it away. Poor Pazzo wasn't even able to partially eat it. Mean while T is yelling at me and asking why he is being ignored and put in a corner. I told T that he would have to wait I was giving love to my other son. I am so proud of my kitty. This is the second time he has caught a mouse for us. Turns out he is cute and cunning.
Here is a dramatization of the action
(not a real mouse)In other news T's Mom has decided enough is enough with these sleep shenanigans. T was a fussy newborn and we eventually found that to get him to stop crying we could use a pacifier. It worked great and he began to cry less and less. I remember my sister saying something along the lines of him using it for sleep and I told her that "Oh T doesn't use it for sleeping he only uses it when he is cranky" Ha, that my friends is the new mother talking. Another famous new mother line is "Oh my 1 day old baby hardly ever cries and he sleeps great!" Ha ha ha. I think I may have actually said that to. Well T has become extremely dependent on his pacifier. He will cry and cry when going down for sleep and then when you stick the pacifier in his mouth his eyes roll up into his head and he is asleep within minutes. It is quite funny however I am beginning to think that this dependence on the pacifier for sleep is not helping our nighttime sleep situation. Today we tried cold turkey. T cried hysterically for 1/2 an hour then I let him nurse and he calmed down and went to sleep. His next nap he only cried for 5 minutes. and his last nap there was no crying. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of getting up all night to replace the plug. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Start blogging
I've been inspired recently to start a blog both to keep people up with little T, keep a record of his first year of life, and branch out into the RI mom community. I love reading others blogs and hope to start one that others will find entertaining and informative. I have also decided that if I write down my intentions publicly it will keep me on track to complete projects. One idea I had while I was pregnant and thinking that I would be going back to work full time was coming up with a website to help RI parents navigate the system of home daycares and nannys. There doesn't seem to be a comprehensive website where people can list their favorite home daycare and list the reasons they find that particular situation to work for them. I was against center based daycare initially because I thought that a) my little baby didn't need a classroom setting because all he does is eat and sleep and b) it seemed in-personal. I am not sure that I still believe that home based daycare is best for little T but it would probably be my first option if I were to go back to work full time. I was thinking about contacting home day care providers and finding out their childcare philosophies because ultimately I need a childcare provider who believes in the same things I do. My idea was to then post this information on a website that others could view and/or post opinions and comments about their experience with that daycare.
Now that I am a mother I find that my community of friends in RI has increased exponentially and I am excited to be a member of this community of intelligent and caring women. I am also super excited that several of my closest RI friends are joining me in mommyhood. T will have plenty of friends for future playdates.
T is currently 3 months old. He goes for his 4 month check-up with the doctor next Wednesday. It is hard to believe that he hasn't gotten so big so fast. Every day he becomes more fun and as his ability to communicate increases his crying has decreased. Although he still has his days i.e yesterday. Fun things that we do include tummy time, playing with his Lamaze bug, reading stories, blowing raspberries at each other, and communicating in baby talk. In fact I talk so much baby talk i.e goo, ga, bah, thhhh, that I no longer realize I am doing it in public until I get weird looks from check-out clerks and other shoppers. T and I don't have an exact day or night schedule yet but are working on it. A typical day looks like this.
7:00AM- T wakes up and doesn't want to go back to sleep. I do of course so Graham (lovely husband) gets up to get ready for work and takes T into the bathroom where T sits in his bouncy seat and coos at his fish. I sleep.
7:50- Graham goes to work and I get up, have baby conversations with T, make coffee, and eat breakfast, feed T.
8:30-9:00- T starts his morning nap. I either nap with him or fool around on the internet.
10:00ish- T wakes up from his nap, eats, then plays with his mama or in his baby gym
11:30- T gets tired and goes down for his next nap. I do stuff around the house.
12:30-1:00- T wakes up from his nap, eats, then some quiet playing and reading books. T currently loves to play with his Whoozit and puts everything in his mouth. He drools like a faucet and spits up often.
2:30-3:00- Time for his last nap. I work on answering e-mails and getting stuff done.
4:00-4:30- T wakes up, eats, and is usually still tired. It takes quite a bit of effort to keep him happy after this.
5:45- Graham gets home. Yay! He plays with T and we make dinner.
6:00- Bath time
6:30-Eat and Bedtime
Night time schedule is too painful to post. Someday we will sleep again just not yet. I am sure this is payback for something I did in a previous life. My baby books don't help when they announce "80% of babies are sleeping in 5-6 hour stretches at this age." We are in the 20%! Hooray! Someday I will forget this but it is currently exhausting.
So my intention is to work on the website idea and keep people informed of T's life. There now that it is in writing hopefully it will keep me motivated.
Love to you all!
Oh and one of my favorite things about blogs are the pictures so here are some of T
Now that I am a mother I find that my community of friends in RI has increased exponentially and I am excited to be a member of this community of intelligent and caring women. I am also super excited that several of my closest RI friends are joining me in mommyhood. T will have plenty of friends for future playdates.
T is currently 3 months old. He goes for his 4 month check-up with the doctor next Wednesday. It is hard to believe that he hasn't gotten so big so fast. Every day he becomes more fun and as his ability to communicate increases his crying has decreased. Although he still has his days i.e yesterday. Fun things that we do include tummy time, playing with his Lamaze bug, reading stories, blowing raspberries at each other, and communicating in baby talk. In fact I talk so much baby talk i.e goo, ga, bah, thhhh, that I no longer realize I am doing it in public until I get weird looks from check-out clerks and other shoppers. T and I don't have an exact day or night schedule yet but are working on it. A typical day looks like this.
7:00AM- T wakes up and doesn't want to go back to sleep. I do of course so Graham (lovely husband) gets up to get ready for work and takes T into the bathroom where T sits in his bouncy seat and coos at his fish. I sleep.
7:50- Graham goes to work and I get up, have baby conversations with T, make coffee, and eat breakfast, feed T.
8:30-9:00- T starts his morning nap. I either nap with him or fool around on the internet.
10:00ish- T wakes up from his nap, eats, then plays with his mama or in his baby gym
11:30- T gets tired and goes down for his next nap. I do stuff around the house.
12:30-1:00- T wakes up from his nap, eats, then some quiet playing and reading books. T currently loves to play with his Whoozit and puts everything in his mouth. He drools like a faucet and spits up often.
2:30-3:00- Time for his last nap. I work on answering e-mails and getting stuff done.
4:00-4:30- T wakes up, eats, and is usually still tired. It takes quite a bit of effort to keep him happy after this.
5:45- Graham gets home. Yay! He plays with T and we make dinner.
6:00- Bath time
6:30-Eat and Bedtime
Night time schedule is too painful to post. Someday we will sleep again just not yet. I am sure this is payback for something I did in a previous life. My baby books don't help when they announce "80% of babies are sleeping in 5-6 hour stretches at this age." We are in the 20%! Hooray! Someday I will forget this but it is currently exhausting.
So my intention is to work on the website idea and keep people informed of T's life. There now that it is in writing hopefully it will keep me motivated.
Love to you all!
Oh and one of my favorite things about blogs are the pictures so here are some of T
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