Forgot to mention Seth had his 1 year old well child exam. He weighted 22 lbs 4 oz and is 30 1/4" tall. 40th and 60th percentiles respectively. I can't remember his head circumference but it was in the 95th percentile. He had 6 shots which he took amazingly well - flu, hep A, hep B, PCV, Hib, and Varicella (chicken pox).
He also got his first hair cut this week. It turned out a little shorter than I had originally intended, but I think it looks pretty good (I did it myself).
Mama is feeling pretty good. Getting a bit dehydrated I think, my head is aching a little today. Still trying to shake off this cough and cold. I feel really sick if I don't eat anything but so far I don't have any problems fixing that! Trying to keep working out to keep my energy up, seems to be working pretty well so far. The progesterone kicks my butt for awhile right after I take it so I feel like I could sleep for a year, but then it wears off and I am fine. I did have my blood drawn last week for my new OB labs but they never called with the results, so I assume there weren't any issues. We are looking forward to my appointment on Wednesday.
About to leave to go down to Pullman for a basketball game. Go Cougs!!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Oh the aches
I keep whining to myself that I don't really feel pregnant. That is, except for my hip. You know that hip that I hurt when I was running. Well I have suspected all along that it originated with pregnancy and here I am and it is aching again. Just a dulllll ache, enough to be really annoying. No amount of stretching makes it better. It feels good to stretch it but when I'm done it just goes back to the ache. I guess if that's the worst I'm dealing with right now then I'll be just fine. A little heart burn when I lay down for bed at night too, but that's to be expected... especially when I eat a big handful of Tim's Jalapeno chips - doh!
Drumroll please... we are done breastfeeding! Hip hip (aha there's that hip again!) hooray! I guess it was Monday night that was the end. Tuesday morning Eric brought Seth in like usual around 4am and he started to nurse but just fussed and gnawed on me. It was clear there wasn't a whole lot of action. So I got up and gave him a bottle and he went back down. We tried giving him a bottle the next morning but he really wasn't interested. I got really frustrated because we just had no game plan or consistency and I'm sure Seth was pretty confused that sometimes he would get picked up and/or get a bottle, or daddy would sing to him or what have you. So this morning he just got my usual drill from Eric - 5 second check in, replace pacifier, shushhh, and leave the room immediately. It went a lot better than we expected and after a couple of times he ultimately went back to sleep without eating or drinking anything. Then when he got up at 7am he still threw all his Cheerios to the floor, so he must not have been starving. I'm on duty tomorrow morning so I'm crossing my fingers that he got the hint today and won't bother waking up at all. Just in case though I guess I better sign off and hit the hay.
Drumroll please... we are done breastfeeding! Hip hip (aha there's that hip again!) hooray! I guess it was Monday night that was the end. Tuesday morning Eric brought Seth in like usual around 4am and he started to nurse but just fussed and gnawed on me. It was clear there wasn't a whole lot of action. So I got up and gave him a bottle and he went back down. We tried giving him a bottle the next morning but he really wasn't interested. I got really frustrated because we just had no game plan or consistency and I'm sure Seth was pretty confused that sometimes he would get picked up and/or get a bottle, or daddy would sing to him or what have you. So this morning he just got my usual drill from Eric - 5 second check in, replace pacifier, shushhh, and leave the room immediately. It went a lot better than we expected and after a couple of times he ultimately went back to sleep without eating or drinking anything. Then when he got up at 7am he still threw all his Cheerios to the floor, so he must not have been starving. I'm on duty tomorrow morning so I'm crossing my fingers that he got the hint today and won't bother waking up at all. Just in case though I guess I better sign off and hit the hay.
Monday, January 24, 2011
The "deets"
Well I know that a measly picture of a First Response was not going to satisfy anyone for documentation, least of all me. I've been having kind of a hard time organizing my thoughts on this one, and I've had a heck of a time trying to piece together a time line. So this post might be a little chaotic (not to mention long), you'll have to forgive me, I have baby brain to the 10th power already. You might be seeing a lot of sentences starting with "Anyway..."
This pregnancy has really come as somewhat of a surprise. As my faithful readers know, I haven't even completely stopped breastfeeding for crying out loud! More on that later... but anyway, I've only had 2 periods since Seth was born. I don't know for the life of me when-abouts the first one was and I really had to dig deep to remember the last one. I finally came up with about Thanksgiving ish. I have a VAGUE recollection of starting when we were in Seattle at my mom's, but silly me I didn't write it down because frankly I didn't see the need. Now, mind you, Eric and I had always tossed around the idea of spacing the kiddos out just 18 months apart, so, it's not like we were trying NOT to get pregnant, but we also weren't "trying." I wasn't on a regular cycle so it would have just been shooting in the dark anyway.
Regardless, I've taken the odd pregnancy test here and there over the past year, just to make sure. I didn't want to end up like one of those crazy women on TLC. I think I took one a month or so ago, maybe before our Christmas party since I was planning on having more than just a drink or two. Needless to say, it was negative. Bottom line, if I am remembering things correctly I'd say I can't be more than about 8 1/2 weeks along, and I'm guessing a less just based on how I'm feeling, which is pretty much great but I will elaborate more on that later.
A few people have asked me, as I've asked myself, what possessed me to even take a test yesterday morning. It's not because I was "late" even though technically I was. After going about 22 months and having only 2 periods that wasn't even a factor. The funny thing is I have had this little voice in my head for probably the last week at least. It would say things like "maybe you should make sure you're not pregnant before you go on this kick ass diet and exercise regimen." And just the other day "hey, doesn't it seem like it's been awhile since you've had a migraine?" Note: "awhile" is really not that long, I was getting them at least once a week. Anyway, I kept ignoring the little voice because I really wanted to lose a few more pounds before packing on the weight again, AND I am participating in a Biggest Loser contest at work and I've got $20 on it! This is all really interesting because at church last night several times the pastor asked us to "pause" and LISTEN to what God has been trying to tell us. I was like, Bingo! It all makes sense now. So yeah, Sunday morning Eric left to go pick up Seth who had spent the night at the G-parents house, I went up to the bathroom totally not intending to take a test at all, but then suddenly on a whim I whipped one out. It turned positive before I even finished and I was all, "whaaaat, no way!?" The next hour was pure torture waiting for Eric and Seth to come home so I could tell them. When they pulled up to the house I ran outside to meet them, grabbed Seth and told him that he was going to have a little brother or sister. And then I basically told the rest of the universe. Since then I have taken two other tests, another First Response and a Clear Blue digital. Both positive.
So, how do I feel? Horrible! Not horrible because I'm pregnant, but because I am sick! Again! Remember this post, from when I first got pregnant with Seth? When I said I was sick when I found out? Well here I am again, coughing and hacking and nursing a sore throat. CLEARLY pregnancy does a number on my immune system. It is also another indicator to me that maybe I am not that far along, because at this point last time I was just a little over 4 weeks. Speaking of which, WHO KNOWS when we'll actually find out for sure! The only way to know is by ultrasound and when I called the doctor today they didn't seem too terribly concerned about getting one scheduled :( Boo. I am going in next Wednesday for my first appointment and if I have to beg, I will. I NEED to see that heart beat soon or else I'm going to freak!
Other than that I am feeling pretty good. Pretty calm and Zen, maybe a little tired but not nauseated or anything. Today was a good day. Seth was in a decent mood and gave me quite a few hugs in between entertaining himself. He did throw a lot of food on the floor at snack time but I think a fair amount went down the hatch as well. I think his appetite is a little suppressed at the moment since not surprisingly he caught my cold. He is recovering at a pretty rapid pace though and I think he already feels better than I do. Maybe it's the 15 hours of sleep he gets daily, I dunno... Anyway... oh yeah, breastfeeding. Natalie and I agree that it might be good to give the girls a break before baby #2 comes along. Last week I cut out the bedtime feeding so we're down to once a day in the early morning. That is a tough one to give up since Eric goes to get him and I hardly even have to wake up until he's done. I keep hoping one of these days he'll just give it up on his own. I can dream.
Well that's all for now I guess.
This pregnancy has really come as somewhat of a surprise. As my faithful readers know, I haven't even completely stopped breastfeeding for crying out loud! More on that later... but anyway, I've only had 2 periods since Seth was born. I don't know for the life of me when-abouts the first one was and I really had to dig deep to remember the last one. I finally came up with about Thanksgiving ish. I have a VAGUE recollection of starting when we were in Seattle at my mom's, but silly me I didn't write it down because frankly I didn't see the need. Now, mind you, Eric and I had always tossed around the idea of spacing the kiddos out just 18 months apart, so, it's not like we were trying NOT to get pregnant, but we also weren't "trying." I wasn't on a regular cycle so it would have just been shooting in the dark anyway.
Regardless, I've taken the odd pregnancy test here and there over the past year, just to make sure. I didn't want to end up like one of those crazy women on TLC. I think I took one a month or so ago, maybe before our Christmas party since I was planning on having more than just a drink or two. Needless to say, it was negative. Bottom line, if I am remembering things correctly I'd say I can't be more than about 8 1/2 weeks along, and I'm guessing a less just based on how I'm feeling, which is pretty much great but I will elaborate more on that later.
A few people have asked me, as I've asked myself, what possessed me to even take a test yesterday morning. It's not because I was "late" even though technically I was. After going about 22 months and having only 2 periods that wasn't even a factor. The funny thing is I have had this little voice in my head for probably the last week at least. It would say things like "maybe you should make sure you're not pregnant before you go on this kick ass diet and exercise regimen." And just the other day "hey, doesn't it seem like it's been awhile since you've had a migraine?" Note: "awhile" is really not that long, I was getting them at least once a week. Anyway, I kept ignoring the little voice because I really wanted to lose a few more pounds before packing on the weight again, AND I am participating in a Biggest Loser contest at work and I've got $20 on it! This is all really interesting because at church last night several times the pastor asked us to "pause" and LISTEN to what God has been trying to tell us. I was like, Bingo! It all makes sense now. So yeah, Sunday morning Eric left to go pick up Seth who had spent the night at the G-parents house, I went up to the bathroom totally not intending to take a test at all, but then suddenly on a whim I whipped one out. It turned positive before I even finished and I was all, "whaaaat, no way!?" The next hour was pure torture waiting for Eric and Seth to come home so I could tell them. When they pulled up to the house I ran outside to meet them, grabbed Seth and told him that he was going to have a little brother or sister. And then I basically told the rest of the universe. Since then I have taken two other tests, another First Response and a Clear Blue digital. Both positive.
So, how do I feel? Horrible! Not horrible because I'm pregnant, but because I am sick! Again! Remember this post, from when I first got pregnant with Seth? When I said I was sick when I found out? Well here I am again, coughing and hacking and nursing a sore throat. CLEARLY pregnancy does a number on my immune system. It is also another indicator to me that maybe I am not that far along, because at this point last time I was just a little over 4 weeks. Speaking of which, WHO KNOWS when we'll actually find out for sure! The only way to know is by ultrasound and when I called the doctor today they didn't seem too terribly concerned about getting one scheduled :( Boo. I am going in next Wednesday for my first appointment and if I have to beg, I will. I NEED to see that heart beat soon or else I'm going to freak!
Other than that I am feeling pretty good. Pretty calm and Zen, maybe a little tired but not nauseated or anything. Today was a good day. Seth was in a decent mood and gave me quite a few hugs in between entertaining himself. He did throw a lot of food on the floor at snack time but I think a fair amount went down the hatch as well. I think his appetite is a little suppressed at the moment since not surprisingly he caught my cold. He is recovering at a pretty rapid pace though and I think he already feels better than I do. Maybe it's the 15 hours of sleep he gets daily, I dunno... Anyway... oh yeah, breastfeeding. Natalie and I agree that it might be good to give the girls a break before baby #2 comes along. Last week I cut out the bedtime feeding so we're down to once a day in the early morning. That is a tough one to give up since Eric goes to get him and I hardly even have to wake up until he's done. I keep hoping one of these days he'll just give it up on his own. I can dream.
Well that's all for now I guess.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Seth 1 year
Dear Seth,
Today is your birthday. You are one year old today! This morning I was excited that you woke up before I left for work so I could come in and sing you happy birthday. That put a big smile on your face. You love singing and music, especially if it has a good beat. Your auntie Natalie got you this dancing monkey for Christmas and you are seriously obsessed with it. If you had your way that monkey would be a'dancing all the LIVE LONG DAY. When you see it you get so excited and start bopping your head in anticipation. Then you pick it up by one ear and carry it around and fuss until someone turns it on for you. Daddy hides it from you when your back is turned because it gets on his nerves. I don't really mind so much, what ever makes you happy makes me happy my dear.
So I guess I should give a run down of the basics, here on your 1st birthday. At 12 months you still ESP:
Eat - still nursing in the early morning and once at night. You also started drinking the evil cow's milk this week and seem to find it quite delicious. You still don't quite get the concept of drinking from even a sippy cup by yourself. You just want to wave it all around if we give it to you. But if we hold it up for you, you gulp ferociously for a minute and then push it away gasping with your mouth open and milk dribbling out. You eat lots of random stuff these days - refried beans, french toast, yogurt, garden burgers, broccoli cheese soup, and graham crackers are just a few of your favorites. You will often alternate putting a piece of food in your mouth with dropping one on the floor and then peering over to see where it went. Unless it is something you really don't like in which case a few swipes of your little hands send it flying. Today you discovered that you had a feline audience - Buttercup was intently watching each piece fall to the floor and this got you SO excited that you were laughing and giggling and throwing food like I've never seen before. I had to turn my back and hide my amusement. Then like a good mommy I took the few remaining pieces away and calmly reminded you we don't throw our food, we eat it.
Sleep - around 6:30/7pm - 4/5am at which point you are still nursing and then going back to sleep until around 6:30/7am. This hasn't changed for awhile. Your nursing days are numbered but I have not come up with the game plan yet, so we'll keep going for now as long as you're still waking up. You still take two naps - one morning and afternoon. I had observed in the past that you would wave bye bye when you were tired and I picked you up. Today you actually came over to me and waved (after fussing incessantly for a long time). Even though you had already had your afternoon nap and it was only 4:30pm I put you in your crib and Lo and Behold you took a little cat nap. I guess we need to start working on the "sleepy" sign so you know the difference. I'm sure when people wave at you it's a little confusing.
Poop - we don't really need to talk about that do we? Yes absolutely because what happened last week was both disgusting and hilarious. After your bath I was letting you run amok naked as per usual and I was sitting in the glider reading out loud to you from The Little Prince. All of a sudden I looked down and there you were, doing the inevitable - pooping on the floor. So we cleaned that up and resumed reading for a minute or two (after putting a diaper on of course), and then all of a sudden I glance down again and see that you have poop IN YOUR HAND, next stop MOUTH I am sure. So off we went back to the tub. Blech. So now you have a story to tell when someone asks you about your most embarrassing moment. For the record, even after this I still think puke is worse than poop.
Aside from that... a few of the randoms: you definitely know how to sign "more", which usually looks a lot like the sign for "ball" but you use it pretty appropriately. It's kind of the universal sign for food right now, we haven't worked much on "eat" or any other ones. I am getting a lot more confident in your comprehension of the whole signing thing so we'll be practicing some variety in the coming weeks. I started "milk" today and I could see the wheels were turning but the best you could do was hold one hand out. I predict you'll catch on by next week :)
Umm, you now have 8 teeth now visible. Four each on the top and bottom. The two top lateral incisors are JUST starting to poke through but they're there. Brushing them is a real adventure. You seem to like it at first for about 5 seconds but then insist on biting and sucking on the toothbrush. Rumor has it we're supposed to actually take you to the DENTIST soon. Not sure how that's going to work with the way you squirm constantly. I'll have to ask for a sedative or something. Kidding.
Well my little monkey, that is about all for now. I love you bunches! You have made this last year of my life the best yet and I look forward to many more to come. Happy birthday buddy!
Love,
Mama
Today is your birthday. You are one year old today! This morning I was excited that you woke up before I left for work so I could come in and sing you happy birthday. That put a big smile on your face. You love singing and music, especially if it has a good beat. Your auntie Natalie got you this dancing monkey for Christmas and you are seriously obsessed with it. If you had your way that monkey would be a'dancing all the LIVE LONG DAY. When you see it you get so excited and start bopping your head in anticipation. Then you pick it up by one ear and carry it around and fuss until someone turns it on for you. Daddy hides it from you when your back is turned because it gets on his nerves. I don't really mind so much, what ever makes you happy makes me happy my dear.
So I guess I should give a run down of the basics, here on your 1st birthday. At 12 months you still ESP:
Eat - still nursing in the early morning and once at night. You also started drinking the evil cow's milk this week and seem to find it quite delicious. You still don't quite get the concept of drinking from even a sippy cup by yourself. You just want to wave it all around if we give it to you. But if we hold it up for you, you gulp ferociously for a minute and then push it away gasping with your mouth open and milk dribbling out. You eat lots of random stuff these days - refried beans, french toast, yogurt, garden burgers, broccoli cheese soup, and graham crackers are just a few of your favorites. You will often alternate putting a piece of food in your mouth with dropping one on the floor and then peering over to see where it went. Unless it is something you really don't like in which case a few swipes of your little hands send it flying. Today you discovered that you had a feline audience - Buttercup was intently watching each piece fall to the floor and this got you SO excited that you were laughing and giggling and throwing food like I've never seen before. I had to turn my back and hide my amusement. Then like a good mommy I took the few remaining pieces away and calmly reminded you we don't throw our food, we eat it.
Sleep - around 6:30/7pm - 4/5am at which point you are still nursing and then going back to sleep until around 6:30/7am. This hasn't changed for awhile. Your nursing days are numbered but I have not come up with the game plan yet, so we'll keep going for now as long as you're still waking up. You still take two naps - one morning and afternoon. I had observed in the past that you would wave bye bye when you were tired and I picked you up. Today you actually came over to me and waved (after fussing incessantly for a long time). Even though you had already had your afternoon nap and it was only 4:30pm I put you in your crib and Lo and Behold you took a little cat nap. I guess we need to start working on the "sleepy" sign so you know the difference. I'm sure when people wave at you it's a little confusing.
Poop - we don't really need to talk about that do we? Yes absolutely because what happened last week was both disgusting and hilarious. After your bath I was letting you run amok naked as per usual and I was sitting in the glider reading out loud to you from The Little Prince. All of a sudden I looked down and there you were, doing the inevitable - pooping on the floor. So we cleaned that up and resumed reading for a minute or two (after putting a diaper on of course), and then all of a sudden I glance down again and see that you have poop IN YOUR HAND, next stop MOUTH I am sure. So off we went back to the tub. Blech. So now you have a story to tell when someone asks you about your most embarrassing moment. For the record, even after this I still think puke is worse than poop.
Aside from that... a few of the randoms: you definitely know how to sign "more", which usually looks a lot like the sign for "ball" but you use it pretty appropriately. It's kind of the universal sign for food right now, we haven't worked much on "eat" or any other ones. I am getting a lot more confident in your comprehension of the whole signing thing so we'll be practicing some variety in the coming weeks. I started "milk" today and I could see the wheels were turning but the best you could do was hold one hand out. I predict you'll catch on by next week :)
Umm, you now have 8 teeth now visible. Four each on the top and bottom. The two top lateral incisors are JUST starting to poke through but they're there. Brushing them is a real adventure. You seem to like it at first for about 5 seconds but then insist on biting and sucking on the toothbrush. Rumor has it we're supposed to actually take you to the DENTIST soon. Not sure how that's going to work with the way you squirm constantly. I'll have to ask for a sedative or something. Kidding.
Well my little monkey, that is about all for now. I love you bunches! You have made this last year of my life the best yet and I look forward to many more to come. Happy birthday buddy!
Love,
Mama
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Wake up call
Seth choked on a piece of pear tonight when I was feeding him dinner. It happened so fast, one minute he was munching away and the next he stiffened up and put his arms out with this really panicked look on his face. It's amazing how calm I was and how many thoughts went through my head in that split second. I knew I was supposed to get him face down but I thought it would take too long to unstrap him from the high chair. So I just leaned him forward a bit, whacked him hard on the back, and *pop* it flew out of his mouth just like in the movies. Poor little guy, I think it scared him more than it scared me. Anyway, it was a good reminder to keep a closer eye on the size of his finger food, I was getting a bit nonchalant.
Speaking of food, T minus 8 days until Seth's first birthday, which means I'm counting down the days until I can put away all nursing bras and breast pump paraphernalia. It is sooo bittersweet. I'm looking forward to retiring as a milk producer and dreading it at the same time. It's the one thing I can do that no one else can. But I think we're both ready to put the nursing days behind us. Every day it gets harder to get him to settle in and eat if he's awake at all. Basically the only time I can get a concentrated effort out of him is if I pick him up from a dead sleep, and why on earth would I do that? So it's time.
I feel bad that my blog has been so neglected lately. Maybe this spring after things at work calm down I'll be able to get caught up... ;)
Speaking of food, T minus 8 days until Seth's first birthday, which means I'm counting down the days until I can put away all nursing bras and breast pump paraphernalia. It is sooo bittersweet. I'm looking forward to retiring as a milk producer and dreading it at the same time. It's the one thing I can do that no one else can. But I think we're both ready to put the nursing days behind us. Every day it gets harder to get him to settle in and eat if he's awake at all. Basically the only time I can get a concentrated effort out of him is if I pick him up from a dead sleep, and why on earth would I do that? So it's time.
I feel bad that my blog has been so neglected lately. Maybe this spring after things at work calm down I'll be able to get caught up... ;)
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