Category Archives: Babies

Vacation Walk

I took an 8 minute vacation today.

I love spending time with my kiddos.  My husband and I work full time and I cherish the time I have with them before and after work.

On the weekends, of course exhaustion sets in at about 2pm.  Our 3 year old and 17 month old wake up at 6am ready to go and it’s basically non-stop.  But I don’t need to tell you about that do I?

So this afternoon we’re in the park with all three kids (1 is a dog).  After we all play for a while I say I’ll take the dog back to our place, across the street, and we’ll all go to the playground.  There were a slew of kids there and I didn’t feel like dealing with finding a place to put her out of reach of grabby kids.  As I was leaving the park, alone, with the dog, my husband minding the two kids, who had not napped, yells: “Enjoy your vacation walk!”

Yes, that 8 minute walk to our place and back, was a vacation of sorts.  But I missed the crazy that only comes after a weekend of crazy followed by an afternoon of no naps.  Tell me you know what I’m talking about.


It’s going well – I think

Baby girl has now had 3 physical therapy appointments for her torticollis and her PT says it’s going pretty well.  By the time she’s 1, in August, her head should no longer have that adorable tilt to the left and she should be back on her baby development track. On her way to crawling, walking and running amok.

I had no idea what to expect but it’s basically a lot of exercises to stretch and build muscles and exercises for us to do with her.  It’s been a little fun even.  Except when she cries because this strange woman is trying to massage her back and legs and neck.  Have you seen my baby’s legs?  They are huge.  They look a lot like this:

That’s right.  Her juicy, fat thighs are full of rolls and squeezability.  I’ll take an actual picture that will put that turkey leg to shame.  Hmm, evidently squeezability is not recognized as a word by WordPress.  Neither is WordPress.

Anyway, thank you for the good thoughts and vibes on her PT.  Now go outside and do something fun with your family like I plan to.

Money and poo

So, apparently my salary will cover day care and my husband’s will cover rent. Thank you Bay Area.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the closeness of my family and actual civilization, and the weather, and the culture, and the beach, and the general awesomeness, but yikes. I guess awesomeness comes with a price.

Toddler boy is 26 months old and baby girl is 6 months.  The crazies have moved in.  Toddler is certainly testing the waters, and his parents in every way he can, but he’s also loving his little sister.  What he calls “my baby”, which is pretty sweet, especially when he brings her her toys, completely unprompted.  Baby girl is rolling over and drooling all over herself.  It’s such a fun age, but I suppose they all are.  I’m just trying to enjoy the 2 year old right now while recognizing that all kids go through this stage and it will be okay. Right?  It will be okay right?  They are pretty fantastic and I love them to bits.

In other news, if I hear one more person tell me that their little boy wasn’t potty trained until he was 4 I may scream.  That’s not right.  There must be something between applying a little assertiveness and waiting until he is ready because I can tell you that we are not looking forward to 4 year old boy poop.  No thank you.  I’ll bribe him with whatever, but I’m done.

Please tell me your thoughts on this one.  He’s not interested in stickers or seeing progress on a chart leading to a reward.  He’ll tell us when he’s gone, after the fact, but not before.  He’s interested, to a point.  Really, sanity is at stake people.  What say you?

Also, I’m in the final stages of interviews for a new job, wish me luck!

Theory vs. Reality

In theory, my 7 week old daughter should be sleeping more in the morning but the reality is that she takes a few 30 minute naps until the afternoon when a big 2-3 hour nap comes roaring at us. She seems to be doing well though; she sleeps really well at night with 2, 4 hour stretches of sleep. Bonus for the parents! Hope I didn’t just jinx myself.

In theory, it’s possible to be in pre-maternity pants already. The reality is that I’m not, but I don’t want to buy clothes for this weird size I am now so in defiance I am wearing my maternity capris. They are the kind that sit low in the hips, not with that stretchy panel that goes up to your breasts. Does it make sense for me to wear them? Not really. Do they look good on me? Not particularly, but I’m really close to getting to pre-baby weight and I just can’t buy pants for right now. So, it’s yoga pants and maternity capris for another month-ish.

In theory, home schooling sounds great. It would give us the freedom to live 6 months in Australia (with husband’s family) and 6 months in the U.S. (with mine). The reality is I haven’t researched it enough to really give it a serious thought but I’m pretty sure I don’t have the patience.

In theory, with all the technological advances out there, couldn’t someone make tele-porting possible? And while they’re at it, make cheese and ice cream with no fat that tastes like the regular stuff?

My daughter farts like an old man and other Random Tuesday Thoughts

I am now the proud mom of not just a toddler, but also an adorable 4 week old little girl. Considering my son is just 20 months old, I’m surprised by how much I forgot about newborns. Or maybe I just didn’t get it the first time. Is that possible?

In no particular order:
So small!
Nursing every 2 hours?!?!
Breast pads
The turbo engine powered farts (from the baby)
C-section recovery
So small!
So ridiculously cute and snuggly
My pant options suck right now
No stranger should even THINK of getting close to my baby
Obsessive hand washing
The ridiculous faces she makes
There is nothing better than having her nap on my chest
There are way too many gizmos marketed out there to make my life easier

What do you remember that you forgot?

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She’s Here!

On Tuesday, August 3, we were blessed with a new addition to our family: An adorable little girl.

I ended up going the c-section route after all. I talked with my doctor, and other doctors, and researched, and talked with friends until I definitely over analyzed the whole thing. But really, can you over analyze the birth of your baby? A planned c-section was the best solution and I’m glad I did it. It went really well and I don’t think I’d change a thing.

Baby girl is gorgeous and is yawing in front of me as we speak. She is all swaddled up and looks like a burrito with a head. In the best possible way a baby can look like a burrito.

Just wanted to keep you up to date. I have to hold her now. I’m powerless to resist. More posts on how the toddler big brother is handling the whole thing and what a genius MY parents are, later on.

Go find yourself a burrito with a big smiley face and get some snuggle time in. It will do you good.

It’s hard out here for a pup

So, on the list of things to do pre- new baby is finding a place to board our pup for the first few days. It will be hectic enough for all at my parents house, managing the Toddler, and me at the hospital with the newborn, and not having to contend with our wonderful but slightly dysfunctional pup will be great for my parents. So I’ve been making calls looking for the perfect spot for our lab/ hound mix 3 year old pup.

No thank you place number 1. It’s sweet that you let the dogs sleep inside with you in your self described double wide, but no.

No thank you place number 2. I’m sure you are the Ritz of dog hotels but it would cost more for 3 nights than my husband and I would spend on a weekend away for ourselves.

Thank you but no place number 3. You want how much for a bath and you don’t even do glands?

Place number 4, you are the winner. Lots of supervised fun, indoor/ outdoor time, a pool and a bath! With glands!

Thank you for being there. I was getting a little worried.

And don’t worry, we’re not shielding our pup from the newborn, we just can only deal with so much for the first few days. I know they’ll all be best friends soon. Woof!

Warning: Randomness Below

When I started this blog I didn’t intend for most of the posts to be about my family.  It’s just sort of happened and expanded that way.  I guess that’s what happens when you start your blog when you are 7 months pregnant with your first child, in a city with no family and you feel like you are swimming through Jello.

Anyway, I’m wavering on this “elective” c-section I’m having on August 3.  It’s “elective” because my OB who will deliver the baby, not the scary OB I’m no longer seeing, says that if I want to try having a VBAC, it’s fine.  The hospital I’ll be at is a trauma hospital, one of the best in the state, and women do it all the time.  Also, you don’t have to have a c-section just because you had one before, but more than 2 c-sections increases the chances of something not going smoothly for future pregnancies.  So are we really done with 2 or are we considering 3?  I suppose I’m considering 3; Husband is fine stopping at 2.   It’s not like we couldn’t have more, we would just need to be sure we were delivering at a great hospital.

Also, part of me wants to know what it’s like to go into labor.  Toddler was a week late, induced, and absolutely nothing happened except him getting stressed out to the point where they had to do an emergency c-section.  Bottom line is that, that  is what I want to avoid at all costs.  I do not want to go so far over my due date that they have to induce me and then have the same result.  It was hard on the baby and hard on me.  A friend of mine had her first naturally and then had twins via c-section.  She can’t believe I’m even considering not having a c-section.  Ugh, maybe the elective c-section is the way to go after all.  Thanks for letting me talk this out.

On another note, why aren’t there more parking spots for parents with strollers closer to doors?  Library? Grocery store? Mall?

I think 19 month old Toddler is ready for potty training, but I don’t want to start that until his part time day care does it too, and they don’t do that until they are in the 2 year old room.  Ugh.

I love our local Raley’s.  They give a cookie to kids to munch while you shop and you get a balloon when you leave. Right there that makes “THE STORE” the favorite place of Toddler, followed closely by the library, which is pretty awesome.  It has a huge kids area, puzzles, bins of board books, interesting things hanging from the ceiling, activity boards, a huge area with pillows and rocking chairs and kid sized table and chairs.  Best of all: they crank up the AC in that room as if they are using it to store ice for a margarita machine.

Speaking of names, we have a ton of girl names and only 2 boy names picked out for this new baby and we don’t love the boy names.  We have got to get on it.  Random poll of strangers and friends goes 2:1 in favor of this baby being a girl.

I’m also reading up on how to make sure Toddler feels involved and loved and a part of everything when the new baby comes.  Any words of wisdom?

Doctor with worst bedside manner ever.

I am so frustrated.  Actually, I’m just annoyed now, I was angry first, then frustrated, now just annoyed.  I have to go back to the Bay Area, 2 1/2 hours from where we live now to have our baby.  I talked about the insurance issue a little in my last post, but I didn’t really vent enough about the doctor and I feel like I need to.  The ridiculously egotistical OB with the worst bedside manner ever.

I found this new OB in our new town via our insurance; there are not a lot of options here.  My husband and I went in together for my 32 week appointment and after 10 minutes of small talk, he asks, when we want to plan the c-section.  I tell him that actually, we wanted to talk about that.  Is that necessary or can I have a VBAC (first baby was an unplanned c-section).  Dr. OB says there is a 1 in 100 chance that something could go wrong with a VBAC and then goes on to explain that the local hospital does not have the necessary people on staff at all times to manage it if something were to go wrong, so in the case where the first birth is a c-section, the rest have to be too.  He THEN goes ON about the worst case scenarios. He already has me convinced and if he took a moment to look at my face he would have seen that my emotions were right there and that I was near tears.  We said we got it and it was fine but he insisted that he finish and went on to actually say that if we do have a VBAC and we are the 1 in 100 worst case scenario there could be a dead baby or dead mommy.  He actually said those words, repeatedly.  At this point, I’m openly crying and Husband says, dude, that’s enough, we get it.  Dr OB looks up finally and says, I didn’t mean to upset you, I just wanted to make sure you got the picture.  I replied that he scared the shit out of me 5 minutes ago after the first “dead baby” mention and didn’t need to go on and if he had looked at me for just a second he would have realized the impact.  We talked, he apologized profusely.

Believe it or not I actually planned to go ahead with him being my doctor for this pregnancy anyway.  I would only see him a few more times and then in the hospital the nurses do most everything anyway; plus I’m so far along it will be a pain to find another doctor in this hick town.  I also rationalized that because he was so egotistical he is probably a great surgeon.  Thank goodness fate intervened.

The hospital does not take our insurance.  The OB did, the hospital does not.  I didn’t know that was possible.

So, I’m going back to the East Bay to my old OB tomorrow who accepts our insurance, as does the rock star hospital she delivers at.

Turns out this is not a bad thing at all.  I’ll be closer to my parents who will love to pamper me, actually, pamper their toddler grandson and newborn grandchild.  I actually love this OB.  So, thank goodness that hospital didn’t take our insurance after all.

I don’t know when my new c-section date will be, I think that’s the way I’m leaning, but it will most likely be the first week of August.

There will be two under two in the house.  Words of wisdom?

Time to get off, or maybe on, the emotional roller coaster

I just finished week of three of the toddler being in his new part-time day care.  The first week we both cried.  The second week was on and off, me and him, I just didn’t let him see me get upset.  The third week there were no tears on either side.  In fact, he ran to play with the toys as he blew me a kiss and said bye-bye.  I want him to miss me, but I’m thrilled that he’s become so adjusted to it.  The staff is great, the other kids are awesome, I think it’s good.

The 5 hours a day that I have to myself to do my part-time gig is awesome.  But it is so great to pick him up in the afternoon and get that big hug and smile from him.

my emotional roller coaster

In other news, my OB in my new town is affiliated with my insurance. I checked, like anyone would, right?  I pre-registered with the hospital for my c-section in early August and just received a call that says the HOSPITAL does not contract with my insurance company.  How is that possible?  The OB does, the only hospital that he delivers at, the ONLY hospital in town does not?  Perfect.  I’m 33 weeks people. Don’t get too close to me, I’m close to the edge. (That’s a line in a song right?)

So… what we are doing is going back to the OB I saw when I first moved back to California that is near my parent’s house in the Bay Area and delivering at the hospital there.  The OB and the hospital take our insurance, I triple checked.  I called the OB’s office and plead my sad emotional case to the scheduler and we can work it out.  I plan to embrace her as soon as I see her.  All the doctor appointments and craziness that goes along with it. The HUGE upside is that I can stay with my parents for the week before the c-section and for as long as I want (probably about a week) after.  It really will be awesome having family right there to help with the toddler because Husband will have to work a little back home, 2 1/2 hours away.  Another bonus is that I really like this doctor, even though I only saw her twice, a whole lot more than the doctor back home.  I think I was just all set with the plan and then the rug got pulled out.  You can’t do that to a pregnant woman. Isn’t it a law?

Also, I have got to get my hair cut and colored one more time before the big day. And a pedicure.  I don’t need anything waxed, please.  My skin is just one big nerve right now and I think they’d have to pry me off the ceiling when they ripped it off.

My toddler has started throwing food on the floor and laughing.  I say a very firm ‘no’ and then take him out of his high chair and say “all done”.  Seems not serious enough and he is clearly not fazed.  The kid has not eaten dinner the last 2 nights, although he’s eating during the day and drinking.  Thoughts?

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