Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Look alike?
There are very few pictures of me from when I was a baby. Most likely my father kept them all when he and mum split up when I was 3, and now that he's gone, nobody knows where they went. Below is one of the surviving pictures of me, I was around 4 or 5 years old, I'd guess, because it's a school photo. I see so much of Brian in Trent, but I also see so much of me, too. Take a look at the pictures below and judge for yourself:
3 months of parenthood in review
Trent will be 3 months old next week. In some respects, time seems to have flown by. But it also seems like a lifetime ago that Brian and I had a "normal" life. A time when we could go out whenever we wanted and wherever, were bound by nobody's schedule but our own. When we could start a home improvement project together and finish it in one weekend. When we could drop everything and take a weekend trip. When I could eat whatever I want. That last one sounds weird, right? you'd think that having had the baby, no longer responsible for creating life, no longer affecting another human being with every bite of food, would free me of the massive responsibility of eating the right things and avoiding potentially harmful things. But that would be wrong. It's been 2 months since I've had ice cream, cheese, milk, and tomato-based foods. At first it was difficult because it seemed that everything we ate for dinner on a regular basis contained either dairy or tomato products. I've had to learn a whole new repertoire of cooking to accommodate this shift. 2 months in, and I've adjusted. I have rice milk on my cereal, and I actually prefer it to regular milk. I've discovered Tofutti, which is a tofu-based frozen dessert with a similar texture to ice cream, and Rice Dream, another frozen ice cream type dessert. Both are exellent substitutes, but obviously the variety is rather lacking. I've created new, dairy and tomato free dishes, such as lemon chicken with capers over angel hair, ginger chicken over jasmine rice, and rosemary/thyme pork chops with garlic buttered noodles. These have become regular favorites in our household now.
I think back to a time when I used to have a sleeping disorder. Where I'd spend hours at night frustrated and staring at the ceiling fan wishing for sleep. I think the sleeping disorder has actually helped me to survive these early months of parenthood because I was used to functioning on 5 hours of sleep. Since having Trent my sleeping disorder seems to have disappeared and has been replaced by a different type of "problem". Now, rather than lying awake fidgeting and enduring the random movements of my legs, I pass out at night, completely exhausted, and my mummy senses are acutely tuned in to the baby monitor on my night stand. At the slightest whimper I am yanked out of a deep REM cycle and into complete wakefulness as either I or Brian head to the nursery to retrieve our little bundle of love. This happens between 2 and 5 times a night.
Our Friday happy hours with friends have been replaced with an occasional glass of wine sipped very slowly over a 2 hour period so as to not cause Trent any adverse affects from alcohol. And instead of going out to bars, we invite our friends to come hang out at our house for dinner and a movie. It's not all bad, though. We enjoy our time spent with friends and we love how all of our friends have welcomed Trent into their lives and genuinely want to be around him.
Home improvement projects are now lone endeavors as one of us has to hang out with Trent while the other gets the job done. Over the past 2 weekends I've redecorated our master bathroom. Stripping off wallpaper, texturizing the walls, and painting it a delicious shade of blue with chocolate accessories. Meanwhile Brian has spent the past 2 weekends hanging out with The Kid, and was visibly frazzled by Sunday evening.
What used to be a fairly regular work out schedule for me has been replaced by a work out when you can schedule. If time permits, and Trent is calm, I can go for a run with the jogging stroller, or go to the gym and put him in the kids' room there for an hour. My favourite times are when Brian and I go for a run together with Trent. We run and talk about our day, our situation, our hopes for the future, our parenting philosophies, our plans for future vacations, and have fun hypothesizing about what Trent will do when he grows up.
Shopping trips where I would spend hours perusing the stores for cute outfits for me have turned into shorter trips where I spend most of my time looking at cute little outfits for Trent. I no longer get excited about shoes. The needs of my own feet have taken a back seat to the needs of my little man. I get excited when I get a Carters coupon in the mail rather than one from DSW.
Taking a shower, drying my hair, and putting on make-up, once taken for granted, are now luxuries. There used to be a time when I wouldn't dream of leaving the house without drying my hair. Now I leave the house without even looking in the mirror. I now understand why women get the "mommy hair cut". 2 reasons: it needs to be wash and wear because a morning shower isn't always possible. It might be 10 pm by the time you shower, and what's the point of doing your hair then?? ; it needs to be either short, or long enough to tie up because little fingers don't care that your hair is attached to your head, and they will grab on to it and hold on like their life depended on it.
One of the more fundamental changes that I've seen in myself recently, is that my aversion to children, while still there, isn't as strong. I noticed this yesterday when I dropped Trent off at the kids' room at my gym. A little girl came over as I was unstrapping Trent from his car seat. Ordinarily, I would have tried to ignore her, or had minimal contact. Yesterday I actually held a conversation with this 4 year old girl, showed her what to do if Trent cries, and trusted her to sit next to him. This might seem rather insignificant to anyone who doesn't know me. But those of you who do know me must realize that this is quite monumental. I actually took the time to talk to a child, and I smiled while doing so. I know this could be cause for concern from some people. I imagine Barbie is calling the FBI as we speak and reporting an alien abduction, and who could blame her, given my past history as kid-hater.
And finally, the thing I'm really enjoying, and I guess this isn't really about motherhood, but it's somewhat related. Body image. I have a whole new respect for it now. I no longer look in the mirror and see that little poochy tummy that just won't go away, or feel the fat roll lapping over the top of my jeans in the car. Sure those things might be still there, but now what I see is a body that's taken some major trauma and survived. A body that went from reasonably sized to the size of a small planet, and then back to normal again with no visible signs of wear and tear, except for a dark pink scar that is fading by the day. That not only amazes me, but makes me feel incredibly lucky because most women don't fare so well. Even my dolphin tattoo that I jokingly referred to as an anaconda because it got so stretched out during pregnancy, has gone back to normal. My belly ring looks exactly as it did before. And I've even lost a few extra pounds, mostly in the rear, which is never a bad thing.
So in all, there have been some surface changes, such as how we socialize now, and how we sleep, but most importantly, fundamental shifts in thinking. And in case you're wondering if I'd do this all over again... not on your life, mate. Ask me again in a few years when I've forgotten what a royal pain in the ass he is ;-)
I think back to a time when I used to have a sleeping disorder. Where I'd spend hours at night frustrated and staring at the ceiling fan wishing for sleep. I think the sleeping disorder has actually helped me to survive these early months of parenthood because I was used to functioning on 5 hours of sleep. Since having Trent my sleeping disorder seems to have disappeared and has been replaced by a different type of "problem". Now, rather than lying awake fidgeting and enduring the random movements of my legs, I pass out at night, completely exhausted, and my mummy senses are acutely tuned in to the baby monitor on my night stand. At the slightest whimper I am yanked out of a deep REM cycle and into complete wakefulness as either I or Brian head to the nursery to retrieve our little bundle of love. This happens between 2 and 5 times a night.
Our Friday happy hours with friends have been replaced with an occasional glass of wine sipped very slowly over a 2 hour period so as to not cause Trent any adverse affects from alcohol. And instead of going out to bars, we invite our friends to come hang out at our house for dinner and a movie. It's not all bad, though. We enjoy our time spent with friends and we love how all of our friends have welcomed Trent into their lives and genuinely want to be around him.
Home improvement projects are now lone endeavors as one of us has to hang out with Trent while the other gets the job done. Over the past 2 weekends I've redecorated our master bathroom. Stripping off wallpaper, texturizing the walls, and painting it a delicious shade of blue with chocolate accessories. Meanwhile Brian has spent the past 2 weekends hanging out with The Kid, and was visibly frazzled by Sunday evening.
What used to be a fairly regular work out schedule for me has been replaced by a work out when you can schedule. If time permits, and Trent is calm, I can go for a run with the jogging stroller, or go to the gym and put him in the kids' room there for an hour. My favourite times are when Brian and I go for a run together with Trent. We run and talk about our day, our situation, our hopes for the future, our parenting philosophies, our plans for future vacations, and have fun hypothesizing about what Trent will do when he grows up.
Shopping trips where I would spend hours perusing the stores for cute outfits for me have turned into shorter trips where I spend most of my time looking at cute little outfits for Trent. I no longer get excited about shoes. The needs of my own feet have taken a back seat to the needs of my little man. I get excited when I get a Carters coupon in the mail rather than one from DSW.
Taking a shower, drying my hair, and putting on make-up, once taken for granted, are now luxuries. There used to be a time when I wouldn't dream of leaving the house without drying my hair. Now I leave the house without even looking in the mirror. I now understand why women get the "mommy hair cut". 2 reasons: it needs to be wash and wear because a morning shower isn't always possible. It might be 10 pm by the time you shower, and what's the point of doing your hair then?? ; it needs to be either short, or long enough to tie up because little fingers don't care that your hair is attached to your head, and they will grab on to it and hold on like their life depended on it.
One of the more fundamental changes that I've seen in myself recently, is that my aversion to children, while still there, isn't as strong. I noticed this yesterday when I dropped Trent off at the kids' room at my gym. A little girl came over as I was unstrapping Trent from his car seat. Ordinarily, I would have tried to ignore her, or had minimal contact. Yesterday I actually held a conversation with this 4 year old girl, showed her what to do if Trent cries, and trusted her to sit next to him. This might seem rather insignificant to anyone who doesn't know me. But those of you who do know me must realize that this is quite monumental. I actually took the time to talk to a child, and I smiled while doing so. I know this could be cause for concern from some people. I imagine Barbie is calling the FBI as we speak and reporting an alien abduction, and who could blame her, given my past history as kid-hater.
And finally, the thing I'm really enjoying, and I guess this isn't really about motherhood, but it's somewhat related. Body image. I have a whole new respect for it now. I no longer look in the mirror and see that little poochy tummy that just won't go away, or feel the fat roll lapping over the top of my jeans in the car. Sure those things might be still there, but now what I see is a body that's taken some major trauma and survived. A body that went from reasonably sized to the size of a small planet, and then back to normal again with no visible signs of wear and tear, except for a dark pink scar that is fading by the day. That not only amazes me, but makes me feel incredibly lucky because most women don't fare so well. Even my dolphin tattoo that I jokingly referred to as an anaconda because it got so stretched out during pregnancy, has gone back to normal. My belly ring looks exactly as it did before. And I've even lost a few extra pounds, mostly in the rear, which is never a bad thing.
So in all, there have been some surface changes, such as how we socialize now, and how we sleep, but most importantly, fundamental shifts in thinking. And in case you're wondering if I'd do this all over again... not on your life, mate. Ask me again in a few years when I've forgotten what a royal pain in the ass he is ;-)
Monday, September 17, 2007
Home improvement and weekend fun
This weekend was packed full of fun, hard work, and a little drama. On the fun side, Trent got to hang out with Grandma and Grandpa. They popped up from Houston for an overnight visit. Brian and Gramps went out to Pluckers to watch the second half of the game while Gramma stayed home and watched Trent. And I set about stripping wallpaper from our ugly master bathroom. It was covered in hunter green faux marble wallpaper. Seriously, who's bright idea is it to put walpaper in the most damp room in the house? Not only is this wallpaper ugly, but it's also starting to peel on the edges. I had started to peel off the paper the previous weekend and was able to finish it off. It's a labour-intensive task but I hope the results will be worth it.
That evening Trent hung out with his grandparents while Brian and I went to dinner with friends, followed by drinks and Karaoke at The Water Tank. It's funny how much you appreciate a few hours of freedom from being parents. Though we do miss the little guy when we're away from him.
On Sunday, Barbie and Scott came over for a visit and while they were here we discovered that our ceiling in the upstairs game room was leaking water! ACK! Not only was it leaking, but it was leaking right onto an expensive piece of equipment! Fortunately it had only just happened and we were able to move everything before it got damaged. Then Brian and I spent most of Sunday trying to get the home warranty people to send someone out urgently. We played the "I have a newborn in the house" card, which, incidentally, comes in really handy and you get upgraded from regular service to urgent :-). Sadly, though, even their "urgent" status left us waiting until today for someone to come out. The problem was with our A/C unit in the attic. We have 2 units, one for upstairs and one for downstairs, both located in our attic. It turns out the one for upstairs had a clogged drain and it was causing it to leak onto our ceiling. We weren't able to run the A/C last night so it got a bit toasty. We had to close off all the vents in the house, close all the blinds to keep the sun from heating up our rooms, and Trent had to sleep in our room last night because it was the coolest room in the house.
Today a nice repairman from Shelton's Pride came over and fixed our problem for very little money (and it wasn't covered under our warranty after all). So we no longer have water dripping out of our ceiling, but we do have a damaged ceiling that we now need to figure out how to fix. Meanwhile, due to the drama of having our A/C out of commission for a day, I wasn't able to make much progress on my bathroom project.
That evening Trent hung out with his grandparents while Brian and I went to dinner with friends, followed by drinks and Karaoke at The Water Tank. It's funny how much you appreciate a few hours of freedom from being parents. Though we do miss the little guy when we're away from him.
On Sunday, Barbie and Scott came over for a visit and while they were here we discovered that our ceiling in the upstairs game room was leaking water! ACK! Not only was it leaking, but it was leaking right onto an expensive piece of equipment! Fortunately it had only just happened and we were able to move everything before it got damaged. Then Brian and I spent most of Sunday trying to get the home warranty people to send someone out urgently. We played the "I have a newborn in the house" card, which, incidentally, comes in really handy and you get upgraded from regular service to urgent :-). Sadly, though, even their "urgent" status left us waiting until today for someone to come out. The problem was with our A/C unit in the attic. We have 2 units, one for upstairs and one for downstairs, both located in our attic. It turns out the one for upstairs had a clogged drain and it was causing it to leak onto our ceiling. We weren't able to run the A/C last night so it got a bit toasty. We had to close off all the vents in the house, close all the blinds to keep the sun from heating up our rooms, and Trent had to sleep in our room last night because it was the coolest room in the house.
Today a nice repairman from Shelton's Pride came over and fixed our problem for very little money (and it wasn't covered under our warranty after all). So we no longer have water dripping out of our ceiling, but we do have a damaged ceiling that we now need to figure out how to fix. Meanwhile, due to the drama of having our A/C out of commission for a day, I wasn't able to make much progress on my bathroom project.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
My old friend, Town Lake
On Sunday morning I got up early (though every morning I get up early these days), and ran on Town Lake with Andrea. I was both dreading it and looking forward to it. Dreading it because I haven't really ran since late November last year, about the time that my boobs started to hurt too bad to actually run. (Though there was that time when I was 8 months pregnant that Barbie and I ran, but we mostly walked. I probably made it a whole mile that time.) And I figured that I'd lost my running mojo. Looking forward to it because I really miss my "girl time" with Andi. We have such great conversations during our runs and it's so therapeutic.
So we started out on the north side of the river under the Mopac bridge, and we did the 1st street bridge loop. We walked only once - across the 1st street bridge. That was our reward for kicking ass for almost 2 miles prior to reaching it.
The run was by no means easy. In fact, if Andi hadn't been there, I might have walked a whole lot more. Actually, scratch that. I probably wouldn't have made it down there in the first place. But it was enjoyable, and it felt great to push myself and know that I wasn't responsible for another life form. I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to make it all the way around. I think that's a 4 mile loop. I can't wait until Trent is old enough (and predictable enough) to go with me in his Jogger on town lake.
Now I'm thinking about training for a half marathon.
So we started out on the north side of the river under the Mopac bridge, and we did the 1st street bridge loop. We walked only once - across the 1st street bridge. That was our reward for kicking ass for almost 2 miles prior to reaching it.
The run was by no means easy. In fact, if Andi hadn't been there, I might have walked a whole lot more. Actually, scratch that. I probably wouldn't have made it down there in the first place. But it was enjoyable, and it felt great to push myself and know that I wasn't responsible for another life form. I was pleasantly surprised that I was able to make it all the way around. I think that's a 4 mile loop. I can't wait until Trent is old enough (and predictable enough) to go with me in his Jogger on town lake.
Now I'm thinking about training for a half marathon.
Friday, September 07, 2007
Flashback
Courtesy of Barbie, I was reminded of just how huge I got at the end of pregnancy. This is a picture of me about 2 weeks before Trent was born, taken at NXNW at a Cameron Road gig:
I can't quite believe it!
I can't quite believe it!
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Return to sanity?
Tuesday was my first day back to work after 2 months of maternity leave. In England you get 9 months paid maternity leave. Here in the US, you get 6 weeks (if you're lucky) and 8 weeks if you had a c-section. I remember before Trent was born and I was contemplating my 6 weeks of leave. I thought I'd go crazy in the 6 weeks of not working, and perhaps be bored. I couldn't have been more wrong. People tried to tell me. But you can't quite grasp the intensity of having a new baby until it is upon you. During my 8 weeks off I barely checked in with my team and I barely checked e-mail. I mostly deleted the ones I knew wouldn't pertain to me, and ignored the rest that did pertain to me, but I have more important things to do.
A typical day was spent feeding Trent, burping him to make sure he didn't get painful gas later in the day, changing diapers, cuddling him, rocking him, trying to figure out why he's crying. Let me tell you, 8 weeks of that day in and day out will leave you actually looking forward to going back to work so you can have a break. I've been pushed to my absolute limit on patience, I've cried, I've thrown my hands up and said "I'm out!" and walked away leaving Brian to deal with him, I've sat up at 5am feeling guilty because I can't figure out why he's upset and lost my tempter with him, and now, after 8 weeks of being with him constantly, I miss the little bugger.
Trent went to daycare for the first time on Tuesday. We arrived around 9:45 and got him settled in with his teachers: Ms. Ashely, Ms. Carrye, and Ms. Michelle. You can tell they just adore him already. When I put Trent down next to Ms. Michelle, he busted out a massive smile and the girls practically fell over themselves to get the camera out! After we got him settled in, we left the daycare, and no, I did not cry. I guess people do, but I was actually relieved. I have absolute confidence in his team of teachers and I welcome the break. Brian and I had lunch together at Par's Deli that day, then headed to daycare to check on our little man. He had just started fussing when we got there so I rocked him to sleep and put him down in his crib. Then we stood and stared at him for 5 minutes while he slept, then we headed back to the office.
Getting back into the swing of things at work is a bit of a challenge. My head isn't where it needs to be, yet. Likely due to lack of sleep and the nagging feeling that all of this is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Though what IS important is keeping the lifestyle that we have, so I must get my head back in the game. While I was gone my team got cut by 2 (contractors), leaving now only 3 people (including me) to do the work of 6. My remaining team mates did an amazing job of managing all our deliverables, though I know they didn't have an easy time of it. I chose the wrong time to leave (or the right time depending on who you ask). But now that's all behind us and we're focusing on our new deliverables.
At 5:15 Brian and I headed off to pick up our little man from daycare. When we got there he was passed out on Ms. Ashley's lap face down and looked so cute! I really missed him. They reported that he had a pretty good day, didn't cry much, napped really well, and smiled a lot. It sounds like he had a great day.
A typical day was spent feeding Trent, burping him to make sure he didn't get painful gas later in the day, changing diapers, cuddling him, rocking him, trying to figure out why he's crying. Let me tell you, 8 weeks of that day in and day out will leave you actually looking forward to going back to work so you can have a break. I've been pushed to my absolute limit on patience, I've cried, I've thrown my hands up and said "I'm out!" and walked away leaving Brian to deal with him, I've sat up at 5am feeling guilty because I can't figure out why he's upset and lost my tempter with him, and now, after 8 weeks of being with him constantly, I miss the little bugger.
Trent went to daycare for the first time on Tuesday. We arrived around 9:45 and got him settled in with his teachers: Ms. Ashely, Ms. Carrye, and Ms. Michelle. You can tell they just adore him already. When I put Trent down next to Ms. Michelle, he busted out a massive smile and the girls practically fell over themselves to get the camera out! After we got him settled in, we left the daycare, and no, I did not cry. I guess people do, but I was actually relieved. I have absolute confidence in his team of teachers and I welcome the break. Brian and I had lunch together at Par's Deli that day, then headed to daycare to check on our little man. He had just started fussing when we got there so I rocked him to sleep and put him down in his crib. Then we stood and stared at him for 5 minutes while he slept, then we headed back to the office.
Getting back into the swing of things at work is a bit of a challenge. My head isn't where it needs to be, yet. Likely due to lack of sleep and the nagging feeling that all of this is unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Though what IS important is keeping the lifestyle that we have, so I must get my head back in the game. While I was gone my team got cut by 2 (contractors), leaving now only 3 people (including me) to do the work of 6. My remaining team mates did an amazing job of managing all our deliverables, though I know they didn't have an easy time of it. I chose the wrong time to leave (or the right time depending on who you ask). But now that's all behind us and we're focusing on our new deliverables.
At 5:15 Brian and I headed off to pick up our little man from daycare. When we got there he was passed out on Ms. Ashley's lap face down and looked so cute! I really missed him. They reported that he had a pretty good day, didn't cry much, napped really well, and smiled a lot. It sounds like he had a great day.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
British Invasion
This past weekend was wonderful! My "adopted" family, Daz, Mel, and Louise came to visit us for a few days, then headed off to Disney World. What a lucky girl Louise is. This was Mel's (and Louise's) first time to come to America and after only one day, I have Mel convinced to move here. Their visit was packed full of fun and included quite a lot of retail therapy for me and Mel, and some much needed pool time. We hit some of Austin's best cuisine, which includes Papasitos for some Fajitas and awesome Margaritas, Salt Lick for some of the best BBQ you'll find anywhere, and The Oasis, but this one was primarily for the view, not the food, obviously. Now they're at Disney and I imagine Mel's realized her life long dream of swimming with the dolphins and Louise got to see Mickey Mouse.
I'm sad that their stay was so short, but the time we got to spend was wonderful. I'm exhausted, though. It's hard work having a 2 month old baby and trying to entertain guests.
I'm sad that their stay was so short, but the time we got to spend was wonderful. I'm exhausted, though. It's hard work having a 2 month old baby and trying to entertain guests.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Lost Highway
I am a huge Bon Jovi fan. Today I picked up their new album, Lost Highway. I love it! like there was ever any doubt. As I've mentioned before, I've not really gotten into country music, so I was a little apprehensive about this "Nashville inspired album" from BJ, but I'm really impressed. I really like the song with Leanne Rimes. I also picked up the remastered Bon Jovi album (from 1984!) to help round out my BJ collection. Trent seems to like Bon Jovi, also. He stopped crying when the CD started to play and just kinda kicked his legs to make his bouncy seat bounce. I also bought my very first country CD - Carrie Underwood. See?? who says a leopard can't change its spots?? What's funny is that Brian loves country, but he does not like Carrie's song "Before he cheats" which is the reason why I bought the album. Go figure! Maybe he'll like the rest of the album. And on another music related note, who would believe that Brian has never heard of Tesla?? WTF? I'm gonna slip "Bust a nut" into his car CD player while he's not looking.
I'm syncing them to my iPod so I can rock out at the gym :-)
In other news, only a few more days till Daz, Mel, and Louise get here for a quick weekend visit from England. Daz and I have been best mates for almost 25 years, and with the addition of Mel it's like having a brother and sister.
I'm syncing them to my iPod so I can rock out at the gym :-)
In other news, only a few more days till Daz, Mel, and Louise get here for a quick weekend visit from England. Daz and I have been best mates for almost 25 years, and with the addition of Mel it's like having a brother and sister.
Friday, August 24, 2007
OUCH!
I've thrown my back out! :-(
It was stupid. I was wrestling Trent's car seat into the car and I kind of felt a sharp pain in my lower back. I just ignored it, which was STUPID, and when I got home I did a work out on the trampoline, which is completely idiotic when you just hurt your back, but you know how when you get whiplash you don't feel it until the next day? well I didn't really feel bad and my work out was fine... but about 5 hours later I could barely move, and then the next day (Thursday) I could barely walk!
Imagine having to take care of a baby when you can't walk and you can't pick him up because it causes you to almost pass out with pain! Thankfully, I have some good meds left over from my surgery.
I've been putting a heat pack on it, sitting in my massaging chair, and taking it easy for the last 2 days. Brian has taken time off from work to help me out with Trent, which is fortunate because if he weren't able to, the kid would likely starve.
Today (Friday) it feels marginally better, but I still can't get around too well. Hopefully it will get better by tomorrow so I can enjoy my evening down town.
It was stupid. I was wrestling Trent's car seat into the car and I kind of felt a sharp pain in my lower back. I just ignored it, which was STUPID, and when I got home I did a work out on the trampoline, which is completely idiotic when you just hurt your back, but you know how when you get whiplash you don't feel it until the next day? well I didn't really feel bad and my work out was fine... but about 5 hours later I could barely move, and then the next day (Thursday) I could barely walk!
Imagine having to take care of a baby when you can't walk and you can't pick him up because it causes you to almost pass out with pain! Thankfully, I have some good meds left over from my surgery.
I've been putting a heat pack on it, sitting in my massaging chair, and taking it easy for the last 2 days. Brian has taken time off from work to help me out with Trent, which is fortunate because if he weren't able to, the kid would likely starve.
Today (Friday) it feels marginally better, but I still can't get around too well. Hopefully it will get better by tomorrow so I can enjoy my evening down town.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Weekend review
This weekend was pretty fun. On Thursday evening, Erin gathered a group to go listen to Andi and Brian at NXNW. Trent was the perfect little baby, he wasn't phased by the loud music at all, and was so content to be passed around the group and cuddled by all his honorary aunts and uncles.
Trent and I went to the outlet mall in Round Rock on Friday, and he was so good. He endured 2 hours of me trying on clothes, though I only bought 2 tank tops from Banana Republic because it's hard to predict what my body is going to do over the next several months. Plus, now that I'm back to normal size it's like I just went shopping and bought a whole new wardrobe! I bought Trent a couple of cute outfits too. Friday evening we went to Mama Fu's to see Brian play. About an hour in, he started to fuss so we headed home.
On Saturday evening, Brian stayed home with Trent while I went to Mike's 40th birthday party. It was a backyard bbq at his parents' house, and we had so much fun. I saw a bunch of old friends from a previous lifetime. Many of them I had not seen in almost 10 years! It was so great to catch up with everyone.
On Sunday, Trent and I went to the mall. I had intended to take advantage of tax free shopping weekend and buy myself some clothes, and I found the perfect pair of shorts for me, but sadly, I didn't buy them because, again, I'm not sure what size I'm going to end up. The shorts I bought only 2 weeks ago are already falling off me.
I spent some time working out on our trampolene yesterday. Surprisingly, trampolining is really great exercise. Brian helped me come up with some new moves to work different muscle groups, and I also incorporated some kung fu moves into my trampolene work out. I am certain these moves will help me with balance and speed so that when I do return to my Kung Fu classes, I won't be too far out of shape.
Today, Monday, I took Trent to the gym with me and put him in the kids room while I worked out. It was hard to leave him with a complete stranger, and I felt a little over protective when all the other kids in the room immediately ran over to check him out. I wanted to say "DON'T TOUCH HIM!" to all the kids, but instead I just bit my tongue, took a deep breath, and walked away. I can't shield him from germs and other kids forever, so this was a big step for me. Only 2 more weeks until he goes to daycare. I am sure I'm going to be a complete mess when I drop him off and leave him for the first time.
Trent and I went to the outlet mall in Round Rock on Friday, and he was so good. He endured 2 hours of me trying on clothes, though I only bought 2 tank tops from Banana Republic because it's hard to predict what my body is going to do over the next several months. Plus, now that I'm back to normal size it's like I just went shopping and bought a whole new wardrobe! I bought Trent a couple of cute outfits too. Friday evening we went to Mama Fu's to see Brian play. About an hour in, he started to fuss so we headed home.
On Saturday evening, Brian stayed home with Trent while I went to Mike's 40th birthday party. It was a backyard bbq at his parents' house, and we had so much fun. I saw a bunch of old friends from a previous lifetime. Many of them I had not seen in almost 10 years! It was so great to catch up with everyone.
On Sunday, Trent and I went to the mall. I had intended to take advantage of tax free shopping weekend and buy myself some clothes, and I found the perfect pair of shorts for me, but sadly, I didn't buy them because, again, I'm not sure what size I'm going to end up. The shorts I bought only 2 weeks ago are already falling off me.
I spent some time working out on our trampolene yesterday. Surprisingly, trampolining is really great exercise. Brian helped me come up with some new moves to work different muscle groups, and I also incorporated some kung fu moves into my trampolene work out. I am certain these moves will help me with balance and speed so that when I do return to my Kung Fu classes, I won't be too far out of shape.
Today, Monday, I took Trent to the gym with me and put him in the kids room while I worked out. It was hard to leave him with a complete stranger, and I felt a little over protective when all the other kids in the room immediately ran over to check him out. I wanted to say "DON'T TOUCH HIM!" to all the kids, but instead I just bit my tongue, took a deep breath, and walked away. I can't shield him from germs and other kids forever, so this was a big step for me. Only 2 more weeks until he goes to daycare. I am sure I'm going to be a complete mess when I drop him off and leave him for the first time.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Clean bill of health & the stretch mark fairy
Not that I had any doubts, but it's nice to hear from the doctor that you're medically cleared to resume all pre-pregnancy/birth activities. All of the hard work that I put into keeping my body in shape during pregnancy have really paid off. Today I weigh the same as I did before I got pregnant! Only 6 weeks after giving birth and a gain of 38lbs. Today also marks my return to my work out routine (YAY!).
I went to the gym this morning and did a 10 minute warm up on the cross trainer, followed by a chest/arms/abs weight work out, and then 20 more minutes on the cross trainer. I did notice a slight decrease in my cardiovascular ability, and also a slight loss of strength, which is expected given that it's been 8 weeks since I worked out. It's funny to think that I was in better shape when I was hugely pregnant than I am now. But I am certain that in a couple of weeks I will have regained my former fitness level. The ab work out was interesting. I have lost the most strength there. Not surprisingly since my abdomen has been stretched to the max over the past 10 months, then endured major surgery, but it wasn't as bad as I was anticipating.
I am absolutely convinced that my pregnancy workout routine is largely responsible for the fast return to "normal". I'm also happy to report that I do not have even one stretch mark! The Stretch Mark Fairy might have tried to find me, but I foiled her by moving house! HA! take that! Actually, I attribute the lack of stretch marks to drinking plenty of water during pregnancy, and genetics.
Anyway, all of this is very good for my state of mind. I feel great. One of my big fears was not returning back to normal, and also losing myself and becoming only "Trent's mum", but I feel just like I did before, only now I have one more person to love.
I went to the gym this morning and did a 10 minute warm up on the cross trainer, followed by a chest/arms/abs weight work out, and then 20 more minutes on the cross trainer. I did notice a slight decrease in my cardiovascular ability, and also a slight loss of strength, which is expected given that it's been 8 weeks since I worked out. It's funny to think that I was in better shape when I was hugely pregnant than I am now. But I am certain that in a couple of weeks I will have regained my former fitness level. The ab work out was interesting. I have lost the most strength there. Not surprisingly since my abdomen has been stretched to the max over the past 10 months, then endured major surgery, but it wasn't as bad as I was anticipating.
I am absolutely convinced that my pregnancy workout routine is largely responsible for the fast return to "normal". I'm also happy to report that I do not have even one stretch mark! The Stretch Mark Fairy might have tried to find me, but I foiled her by moving house! HA! take that! Actually, I attribute the lack of stretch marks to drinking plenty of water during pregnancy, and genetics.
Anyway, all of this is very good for my state of mind. I feel great. One of my big fears was not returning back to normal, and also losing myself and becoming only "Trent's mum", but I feel just like I did before, only now I have one more person to love.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Trent's Road Trip
This weekend we took Trent to Houston to hang out with Grandma and Grandpa. This was his first road trip. We set off around 11am, right after we fed and calmed Trent down. He was a complete angel most of the way there, only crying for about 2 minutes 15 minutes away from our destination.
Grandma and Grandpa were very happy to see us, and especially Trent. Grandpa had spent many hours cleaning up Brian's old crib so that Trent would have a place to sleep at their house and it looked awesome. He'd also been to Babies R Us and picked up a few toys for Trent, as well as a hairbrush. The hairbrush amused me to no end because Grandpa kept trying to get Trent's spikes to lay down, which seemed to be an exercise in futility - though he did give him an awesome comb-over!
While we were in Houston, Grandma and Grandpa spent time with Trent while Brian and I went out for a lovely Italian dinner, complete with wine (which I've missed so much) and my favourite Italian dessert, Tiramisu. mmmmmm!
On Sunday, Brian and I got to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which I'd been dying to see, while Grandma and Grandpa watched Trent again. He was such a good baby all weekend. Very minimal amounts of crying, it seems that his medication is really helping him to feel better.
On the way home, he fussed about half way home, so I sat in the back seat with him and fed him a bottle while Brian drove, which seemed to be very successful.
All in all, we were very proud of Trent's behaviour on the trip and couldn't have asked for a better first road trip with him.
A big thank you to the Grandparents for giving us a few hours of freedom!
Grandma and Grandpa were very happy to see us, and especially Trent. Grandpa had spent many hours cleaning up Brian's old crib so that Trent would have a place to sleep at their house and it looked awesome. He'd also been to Babies R Us and picked up a few toys for Trent, as well as a hairbrush. The hairbrush amused me to no end because Grandpa kept trying to get Trent's spikes to lay down, which seemed to be an exercise in futility - though he did give him an awesome comb-over!
While we were in Houston, Grandma and Grandpa spent time with Trent while Brian and I went out for a lovely Italian dinner, complete with wine (which I've missed so much) and my favourite Italian dessert, Tiramisu. mmmmmm!
On Sunday, Brian and I got to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which I'd been dying to see, while Grandma and Grandpa watched Trent again. He was such a good baby all weekend. Very minimal amounts of crying, it seems that his medication is really helping him to feel better.
On the way home, he fussed about half way home, so I sat in the back seat with him and fed him a bottle while Brian drove, which seemed to be very successful.
All in all, we were very proud of Trent's behaviour on the trip and couldn't have asked for a better first road trip with him.
A big thank you to the Grandparents for giving us a few hours of freedom!
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Colic and frayed nerves
Over the past couple of weeks, my patience has been tested to its outermost limits. There's an ambiguous condition referred to as Colic -- unexplained bouts of crying that seem to last forever and render the baby inconsolable -- this "condition" affects one in 5 babies. I guess I can't live a charmed life forever. Trent is the one in five, it seems. During the day he has mild bouts of crying but is usually consolable, but around 4pm and usually until around 8pm, he just can't be pacified. I've researched all over the Web for information on how to cope with a colicky baby. Many experts recommend that you eliminate any possible physical reasons for the baby to cry, then put him down in his crib and just let him cry. Sounds reasonable, right? but it's harder than you think! Your instinct is to try to fix the problem when your little one is crying. To employ this method goes against all of my motherly instincts. Oh stop gasping! yes, I have motherly instincts as evidenced by my extremely spoiled, yet extremely obedient cats.
Anyway, after discussing Trent's symptoms with the doctor, she prescribed an antispasmodic drug called Levsin. Bri and I were hesitant to fill the prescription because Trent's already on one prescription for acid reflux and we just don't want our kid full of chemicals, so we've been trying other methods -- gripe water, mylicon, swaddling, the swing, cuddling, etc. None of these things seemed to work. Eventually the crying would stop, but not until he'd tired himself out. Finally, Sunday evening, we came to the conclusion that our discomfort with so many prescriptions was not worth sacrificing Trent's comfort and our own sanity.
Yesterday I filled the prescription, administered it with his next feeding, and amazingly, he seemed to cry less. In fact, he barely cried at all yesterday. And when he did, it was for obvious reasons, such as dirty nappy, hungry, tired, wants cuddling. There seemed to be less crying after feedings, too and he didn't pull his legs up and scream like he has in the past. It's very early to tell if this is the medication working or just a nice coincidence, but the signs are encouraging.
The good news is that colic seems to resolve at around 3 months of age, so we only have 2 more months of this (ACK!!!)
Anyway, after discussing Trent's symptoms with the doctor, she prescribed an antispasmodic drug called Levsin. Bri and I were hesitant to fill the prescription because Trent's already on one prescription for acid reflux and we just don't want our kid full of chemicals, so we've been trying other methods -- gripe water, mylicon, swaddling, the swing, cuddling, etc. None of these things seemed to work. Eventually the crying would stop, but not until he'd tired himself out. Finally, Sunday evening, we came to the conclusion that our discomfort with so many prescriptions was not worth sacrificing Trent's comfort and our own sanity.
Yesterday I filled the prescription, administered it with his next feeding, and amazingly, he seemed to cry less. In fact, he barely cried at all yesterday. And when he did, it was for obvious reasons, such as dirty nappy, hungry, tired, wants cuddling. There seemed to be less crying after feedings, too and he didn't pull his legs up and scream like he has in the past. It's very early to tell if this is the medication working or just a nice coincidence, but the signs are encouraging.
The good news is that colic seems to resolve at around 3 months of age, so we only have 2 more months of this (ACK!!!)
Monday, August 06, 2007
I'm "That Lady"
You know her. The very one that I complained about not even 2 months ago while out having dinner with friends. The one who sits in a crowded restaurant with her screaming baby and doesn't take him outside or to the bathroom to figure out what's wrong so she doesn't disturb all the other diners around her.
Brian and I took The Kid down to The Grove at Southpark Meadows to see Brian Lee play. We had a great time and Trent was so well behaved. Barbie, Scott, and Michelle were there and we were all very impressed with how mellow Trent was being. After the concert we arranged to go to dinner with Mike and Tara. On the way to the restaurant Trent threw a massive wobbler in the car and nothing I could do would make him happy. He seemed to calm down by the time we got to the restaurant, though. I had lost my appetite at that point so I just ordered a water and planned to nibble off of Brian's plate. Before we could even order, Trent started wailing like someone was trying to slowly torture him. I took him to the Bathroom and tried to calm him down. Changed his nappy, sang to him, told him what a good boy he is. He seemed to calm down. So I took him back out. The minute my arse touched the booth seat, he started again. I frantically tried to pacify him, but nothing worked. I could see the looks from those around us. The same look that I gave someone else less than 2 months ago. The look that says "lady, you're disturbing everyone. Shove a sock in that screaming kid's mouth!". I was completely mortified. Completely.
I once again headed for the bathroom. This time I called Brian from the bathroom and told him to get his food to go. Thankfully, Mike and Tara are very close friends and extremely understanding. And off we went, back home with our screaming kid. I couldn't eat at all because my stomach was completely in knots.
Of course, it's not Trent's fault. He doesn't know any better. It's our fault for being over ambitious. We over stimulated him and it was foolish of us to think that he could handle it at such an early age. So lesson learned. But now I have a whole new perspective on that mom who can't stop her baby from crying in a restaurant. I'll be a little more sympathetic from now on.
Brian and I took The Kid down to The Grove at Southpark Meadows to see Brian Lee play. We had a great time and Trent was so well behaved. Barbie, Scott, and Michelle were there and we were all very impressed with how mellow Trent was being. After the concert we arranged to go to dinner with Mike and Tara. On the way to the restaurant Trent threw a massive wobbler in the car and nothing I could do would make him happy. He seemed to calm down by the time we got to the restaurant, though. I had lost my appetite at that point so I just ordered a water and planned to nibble off of Brian's plate. Before we could even order, Trent started wailing like someone was trying to slowly torture him. I took him to the Bathroom and tried to calm him down. Changed his nappy, sang to him, told him what a good boy he is. He seemed to calm down. So I took him back out. The minute my arse touched the booth seat, he started again. I frantically tried to pacify him, but nothing worked. I could see the looks from those around us. The same look that I gave someone else less than 2 months ago. The look that says "lady, you're disturbing everyone. Shove a sock in that screaming kid's mouth!". I was completely mortified. Completely.
I once again headed for the bathroom. This time I called Brian from the bathroom and told him to get his food to go. Thankfully, Mike and Tara are very close friends and extremely understanding. And off we went, back home with our screaming kid. I couldn't eat at all because my stomach was completely in knots.
Of course, it's not Trent's fault. He doesn't know any better. It's our fault for being over ambitious. We over stimulated him and it was foolish of us to think that he could handle it at such an early age. So lesson learned. But now I have a whole new perspective on that mom who can't stop her baby from crying in a restaurant. I'll be a little more sympathetic from now on.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
1st month of motherhood in review
Tomorrow Trent will be 4 weeks old. How the time flies! Before I know it, he's going to be stealing my car keys, sneaking out while I'm asleep, and boozing with his buddies.
The past 4 weeks have been interesting to say the least. I didn't think I was cut out for motherhood, but I seem to have taken to it pretty easily. There's a resounding sigh of relief among my circle of friends, who also thought I wasn't cut out for motherhood. Now don't get me wrong, this doesn't change the fact that I don't like kids and I have no intention of becoming a "Kid person". I know this kid, and that's all I need to know.
Over the past month I've been puked on, pooped on, farted on, and peed on (no, not by Brian, get your minds out of the gutter!), and yet I'm un-fazed by all of this. I can change a nappy in 20 seconds flat, having puke on my clothes doesn't send me running to change anymore, and I've become quite adept at bathing a slippery, wriggling infant.
Having 8 weeks off seemed like a death sentence when I contemplated it pre-kid, but now I'm thinking that the remaining 4 weeks I have left are not long enough. My days are anything but dull and when The Kid isn't fussing, I really enjoy being around him. Yesterday I went to visit a few daycare centers. Initially, I wanted a nice grandma type to take care of him while I work, but now I'm starting to think that a more formal daycare would be better because they have a real curriculum where he will learn skills daily. In an in-home daycare, you can never really be guaranteed that he's getting the learning and stimulation he needs to be the genius I know he can be. Unfortunately, Austin's day care centers have very long waiting lists, which means that I might have to be a stay at home mum for a little longer than I anticipated.
During the past month, I've watched my husband become a wonderful father, and even better husband. I can't say that I'm all that surprised, though. One of the biggest factors in my decision to have a kid was because I knew Brian's potential to be an amazing father and I wanted to see that potential realized. He is extremely responsive to Trent's needs and has been an amazing support for me when my nerves become frayed from dealing with a screaming baby. And boy can this baby scream! It sounds like you'd imagine some kind of pre-historic bird sounds when he gets going.
Yesterday, for the first time, Trent and I went out with the jogging stroller (thanks Nana and Grandad for the jogger!). We started off walking, but I couldn't resist breaking into a little jog. We run/walked 6K in all and I felt great. My stomach is feeling much better these days and I hardly notice the pain anymore in my lower abdomen. Only 2 more weeks and I can go to the gym and resume my usual routine! yay!
Some of the cool things about Trent:
When he's hungry, he does this really cute head shake with his mouth open
He loves to cuddle
He can fart louder than his Grandad Fred
He smiles when he takes a poop
He spends hours just staring at me
He looks like a little angel when he's sleeping
He has the most awesome hair I've ever seen on a baby
When we're out in public, people fawn all over him
All of our friends love to be around him
In the past month we've seen a marked improvement in motor skills and he becomes more alert with every passing day. He's extremely strong and can already hold his head up, he's very close to being able to roll over, and you can also see the beginnings of crawling motions when he's on his tummy. He's aware of his hands now and can consciously remove his pacifier from his mouth. Though he can't put it back yet.
It's been a rough month, sleep-wise and body-wise, but on the good side, I've lost 34lbs (only 6 more to go) and like I said, life is anything but dull :-)
The past 4 weeks have been interesting to say the least. I didn't think I was cut out for motherhood, but I seem to have taken to it pretty easily. There's a resounding sigh of relief among my circle of friends, who also thought I wasn't cut out for motherhood. Now don't get me wrong, this doesn't change the fact that I don't like kids and I have no intention of becoming a "Kid person". I know this kid, and that's all I need to know.
Over the past month I've been puked on, pooped on, farted on, and peed on (no, not by Brian, get your minds out of the gutter!), and yet I'm un-fazed by all of this. I can change a nappy in 20 seconds flat, having puke on my clothes doesn't send me running to change anymore, and I've become quite adept at bathing a slippery, wriggling infant.
Having 8 weeks off seemed like a death sentence when I contemplated it pre-kid, but now I'm thinking that the remaining 4 weeks I have left are not long enough. My days are anything but dull and when The Kid isn't fussing, I really enjoy being around him. Yesterday I went to visit a few daycare centers. Initially, I wanted a nice grandma type to take care of him while I work, but now I'm starting to think that a more formal daycare would be better because they have a real curriculum where he will learn skills daily. In an in-home daycare, you can never really be guaranteed that he's getting the learning and stimulation he needs to be the genius I know he can be. Unfortunately, Austin's day care centers have very long waiting lists, which means that I might have to be a stay at home mum for a little longer than I anticipated.
During the past month, I've watched my husband become a wonderful father, and even better husband. I can't say that I'm all that surprised, though. One of the biggest factors in my decision to have a kid was because I knew Brian's potential to be an amazing father and I wanted to see that potential realized. He is extremely responsive to Trent's needs and has been an amazing support for me when my nerves become frayed from dealing with a screaming baby. And boy can this baby scream! It sounds like you'd imagine some kind of pre-historic bird sounds when he gets going.
Yesterday, for the first time, Trent and I went out with the jogging stroller (thanks Nana and Grandad for the jogger!). We started off walking, but I couldn't resist breaking into a little jog. We run/walked 6K in all and I felt great. My stomach is feeling much better these days and I hardly notice the pain anymore in my lower abdomen. Only 2 more weeks and I can go to the gym and resume my usual routine! yay!
Some of the cool things about Trent:
When he's hungry, he does this really cute head shake with his mouth open
He loves to cuddle
He can fart louder than his Grandad Fred
He smiles when he takes a poop
He spends hours just staring at me
He looks like a little angel when he's sleeping
He has the most awesome hair I've ever seen on a baby
When we're out in public, people fawn all over him
All of our friends love to be around him
In the past month we've seen a marked improvement in motor skills and he becomes more alert with every passing day. He's extremely strong and can already hold his head up, he's very close to being able to roll over, and you can also see the beginnings of crawling motions when he's on his tummy. He's aware of his hands now and can consciously remove his pacifier from his mouth. Though he can't put it back yet.
It's been a rough month, sleep-wise and body-wise, but on the good side, I've lost 34lbs (only 6 more to go) and like I said, life is anything but dull :-)
Monday, July 23, 2007
Baby's day out
On Friday, Trent went to see the doctor for a follow up. He's gained several more ounces, which indicates that his vomiting problem isn't too serious. Though he has produced several more fountains of puke since the initial one. After we left the doctor's office we went home and chilled for a while, then we went to the pharmacy to fill his diaper rash prescription and then Trent took his first trip to the grocery store. It was rather uneventful because he was passed out the whole time. Though he did attract his share of admirers, and I found myself positioning myself between him and the admirer lest they should try to touch him. I kinda felt like a momma bear protecting her young. It wasn't even a conscious reaction, it was just instinctual. Since Trent's first outing he's been to several more, including lunch with Aunt Barbie and Uncle Scott at Waterloo yesterday, and today he went to the gym to say hi to Clint and Chris, then we went to visit Aunt Barbie for an hour before the dishwasher repairman showed up at our house.
Today is Brian's second day back at work, he went back on Friday. Trent and I seem to be doing just fine on our own. We've had a lovely day so far and now that we're getting used to each other, things are getting easier.
I've been taking care of all Trent's needs at night so that Brian can get enough sleep to feel good at work. Today he said he slept really well and felt 100%, which makes me happy. Nights are pretty awful, though. I'd give anything to have a full uninterrupted 8 hours right now.
Today is Brian's second day back at work, he went back on Friday. Trent and I seem to be doing just fine on our own. We've had a lovely day so far and now that we're getting used to each other, things are getting easier.
I've been taking care of all Trent's needs at night so that Brian can get enough sleep to feel good at work. Today he said he slept really well and felt 100%, which makes me happy. Nights are pretty awful, though. I'd give anything to have a full uninterrupted 8 hours right now.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
30 lbs in 13 days!
Ok, I'll admit it, I was skeptical. Burning 800 calories a day just by sitting on the couch seems too good to be true. However, after 13 days of feeding a very hungry infant, I was pleasantly surprised to be missing 30lbs of myself!
It's better than gastric bypass surgery!
It's not without its drawback's, though. I'm pretty much chained to the kid because he can't eat without me (you shouldn't introduce a bottle until breast feeding is well established), and of course it hurts like hell. Worse than labour. Though I must admit that it's getting less painful now thanks to Pure Lanolin. No nursing mother should be without this product. Trust me on this.
Trent's been very gassy lately, which probably comes as no surprise to anyone given who his mother is ;-), however, it's painful for him and he's been crying a lot after feedings. A friend at work suggested using Gripe Water, which you can buy at Whole Foods. After one day of using it, it seems to be making him feel better. Yesterday, though, he vomited a LOT after almost every feeding, so we took him to the doctor. We found out that he's got a little acid reflux problem and sitting him upright for 15 mins after meals will help. Today he seems to have puked less, but it's early in the day.
It's better than gastric bypass surgery!
It's not without its drawback's, though. I'm pretty much chained to the kid because he can't eat without me (you shouldn't introduce a bottle until breast feeding is well established), and of course it hurts like hell. Worse than labour. Though I must admit that it's getting less painful now thanks to Pure Lanolin. No nursing mother should be without this product. Trust me on this.
Trent's been very gassy lately, which probably comes as no surprise to anyone given who his mother is ;-), however, it's painful for him and he's been crying a lot after feedings. A friend at work suggested using Gripe Water, which you can buy at Whole Foods. After one day of using it, it seems to be making him feel better. Yesterday, though, he vomited a LOT after almost every feeding, so we took him to the doctor. We found out that he's got a little acid reflux problem and sitting him upright for 15 mins after meals will help. Today he seems to have puked less, but it's early in the day.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Fountain of Puke
After 10 days of being new parents, Brian and I are getting used to Trent's signals, and he's getting used to us. We're getting the breastfeeding down now and have transitioned from always using the special pillow, to being able to just pop him on wherever. I always said I wouldn't let my kid sleep in the bed with me. Not only is this unsafe for him, but it's also a bad habit that I don't want him getting used to. But I found myself cuddling him till he fell asleep and then putting him in a safe spot in the middle of the bed so I could easily reach him when he made any sounds. It made it easier for me to sleep. Last night, though, he slept in his bassinet all night and did really well. I'm getting about 3 hours of sleep between feeding him, which initially wasn't enough but I'm adapting. Things are getting easier.
Yesterday, Trent had some tummy problems and was laying on my lap snoozing, and all of a sudden I looked down and he was projectile vomiting milk all over me, all over himself, and all over our new couch! This was more puke than you can ever imagine coming out of an 8lb human. Fortunately, Trent is fine and it seemed to make him feel better afterwards. The couch, being made of that fabulous "enduro-suede" cleaned up just fine and there is no stain. The lesson learned here, though is to put an old blanket on the couch where you normally sit with the kid because it's gonna get messy.
Yesterday, Trent had some tummy problems and was laying on my lap snoozing, and all of a sudden I looked down and he was projectile vomiting milk all over me, all over himself, and all over our new couch! This was more puke than you can ever imagine coming out of an 8lb human. Fortunately, Trent is fine and it seemed to make him feel better afterwards. The couch, being made of that fabulous "enduro-suede" cleaned up just fine and there is no stain. The lesson learned here, though is to put an old blanket on the couch where you normally sit with the kid because it's gonna get messy.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
A baby story
As most people who read my blog know, I was a reluctant pregnant woman who hated every moment of pregnancy and was completely skeptical that it would be worth the discomfort and pain. In this entry, there might be more info about childbirth, hospital stays and major surgery recovery than you ever wanted to know. So don't say I didn't warn you.
My friend, Castor Oil
On Monday, July 2nd the doctor informed me that no progress had been made regarding dilation and effacement. I was feeling discouraged by this because I really want a July 4th baby for reasons I've gone into before. On Tuesday, July 3rd I took matters into my own hands. I had heard the old wives tales about Castor Oil inducing labour, but the evidence to support a medical theory on this is sketchy at best, when I Googled it. There was a lot of anecdotal evidence, though, and I figured that it was worth a shot. So with gritted teeth and holding my nose to dull the taste, I took 2oz of Castor Oil at 4:30pm. And I waited. It didn't take long for the Castor Oil to go to work for it's intended purpose, which is a stimulant laxative. And the rest of my evening was spent very close to the toilet.
With the pooping came waves of pain, which I attributed to intestinal issues, dismissed it, and went to bed.
Around 3am I woke up in pain, and as the pain came and went I noticed a pattern. I stared at the clock and found that every 6 minutes, I was having pains, and this time it was accompanied by some bleeding. Holy crap! is this labour??? I wasn't sure, so I laid there for another hour and endured the waves of pain, wondering if it would subside. When it didn't, I got up and called the doctor, who promptly returned my call and told me to come in to the hospital.
It's go time!
I woke Brian up at that point with "babe, it's go time!" and he sprung into action. As I gathered the remaining things to pack into my hospital bag, Brian got the car seat and the diaper bag and loaded up the car. And off we went. There's not much traffic at 4:15am so the ride to the hospital was uneventful, unless you count the contractions, now 4 minutes apart, as events. Upon arrival we checked in and I was taken to my room where they assessed me, plugged me into a bunch of monitors, and confirmed that this really was labour. 4cm dilated, contractions every 4 minutes, and not mild ones, either. We called Barbie and told her to make her way to the hospital, and then the nice lady with the epidural showed up. yay!
Who farted??
The epidural lady hooked me up with some pain relief. The epidural wasn't painful, but it was not easy to sit still while having contractions, and add to that the fact that it took 2 attempts to get the thing into my spine. After about15 minutes, though, it was in and I was starting to feel better. Labour progressed relatively pain free from here on out, and every hour or so the nurse came in to check progress, monitor the baby, and hook me up to more things. An IV, an internal monitor for the baby, an internal monitor for contractions, an oxygen mask because the baby was going into distress. I laid there oblivious to any pain and joked with Brian and Barbie as we waited for the "pushing phase" to start. Periodically, I heard someone fart in the room and I'd look at Brian and Barbie with an accusatory look, then I realized that it was me! of course it was me. I had no feeling from my waist down. I was like my auntie Minnie! just tooting away, willy nilly, even once while the nurse was checking me! We cracked up quite a bit about that. As most people know, I'm highly amused by farting.
No exit!
Around 11am the nurse consulted the doctor on call and they monitored my progress. After about 15 minutes she informed me that I had a choice to make: Labour had stalled at 6cm and the baby was in distress. They could try to induce laboour with Pitosin and see if that would start the contractions again, or I could do a C-section and get him out. A tough choice. A sobering choice. I asked the doctor what was best for the baby. Of course it was the least appealing of the options, the C-section. So with as much calm as I could muster, and with a quick look over at the concerned faces of Brian and Barbie to reassure them that I would be ok, I said "let's do it".
Let's get this party started
My room became a hive of activity as people came in and out to administer things through IVs and inform me of what would happen next. Then Brian was "Suited up" and I was wheeled off to the operating room. Whatever Dr. Dave put in my IV started working immediately, and I could feel absolutely nothing below the chest. As I laid there on the operating table they prepped me, draped me, and Dr. Dave reassured me and kept me appraised of the situation. Brian came into the room and the operation began. I held Brian's hand and tried to keep myself calm by imagining being on a warm beach. The bright lights of the operating room was the sun warming my face, the floaty feeling was not from the cocktail of drugs in my IV, but from the several shots of tequila I imagined I'd just done. The voices of the doctors and nurses were those of other people on the beach, laughing and splashing in the surf. The suction machine that was probably now vacuuming up all the blood that was gushing out was providing the surf sound. And Dr. Dave said that I was the most calm person to have a C-section he'd ever seen. After what seemed like only a moment I heard the sound of a baby crying. Perhaps someone's child on the beach? and then I crashed back down to reality and realized that the baby crying was my kid! "THE kid"!
Who's your daddy?
After my realization my first question to Brian was "does it look like Jay?" - because it's been a standing joke in our circle of friends that Jay's the baby-daddy... Brian laughed and said he didn't. Then they showed him to me. He was all pink with a ton of black hair and my first comment was "ooh he's CUUUTE! he doesn't look anything like Winston Churchill!". That got a laugh from everyone in the operating room. They took the baby and Brian away and put me back together while discussing every day things like what they saw on TV last night, and the latest celebrity gossip. I heard the doctor say "let's get those abs back in place, she's worked really hard on them", and I thanked her for noticing. And the final step... replace my belly button ring, which they had taken out for the surgery. They put it back in for me while I was in the operating room! What service.
Hello world
Trent Aston came into the world on July 4th, at 11:33am, kicking and screaming, much like how his mum had gone into pregnancy. It seems like the whole world (at least MY world) was waiting with baited breath to meet him. Aunt Barbie was the first to meet him, followed by uncle Scott. I spent some time in the recovery room and they brought him to me. Here the details start to get a little sketchy. I assume because of the drugs and I recall being wheeled to my post partum room where Brian, Trent and I would spend the next 3 days. Trent's grandparents, Keith and Joan, showed up pretty soon after his grand entrance and were so excited to see the little guy. And as my epidural and drugs wore off and my visitors disappeared, the nice nurse lady came and took Trent to the nursery so that I could get some sleep.
Happily ever after
There were many unpleasant experiences that followed the birth of Trent, many of which made the labour and major surgery experience pale in comparison. The 3 days following the birth were the most challenging of our entire lives. Sleep deprivation, pain, and being cooped up in a tiny hospital room with people poking and prodding at me and Trent every few hours made those few days feel like several weeks. And I was so ready to come home on Saturday. My doctor cleared us to stay until Sunday, but I just couldn't do it. And that night, Saturday, our first night home with the baby, Brian and I didn't sleep a wink, were totally clueless, and made it up as we went along. Thank heavens for Grandpa and Grandma! Without them, this would have been so much more difficult.
It's now a week and one day since Trent's birth. I've been in more pain than I could even imagine over the past week, with the C-section recovery and pain of breast feeding, which you can't ever fully understand until you feel it. I haven't slept more than 4 hours at a time in over a week, I haven't put on make up or fixed my hair in over a week, not because I don't have time, but because it's not important.
So the question question remains: was it worth it?
You'll be surprised by the answer. It was so worth it. I'm not saying I'd do this again. But I'm happy that I did it. Nothing can prepare you for how your own baby worms his way into your heart, no matter how much kid-proofing you have done to it. Last night I spent hours just staring into Trent's eyes, even though I was dead tired, because I just couldn't take my eyes off him. Surprised? nobody's more so than I am!
My friend, Castor Oil
On Monday, July 2nd the doctor informed me that no progress had been made regarding dilation and effacement. I was feeling discouraged by this because I really want a July 4th baby for reasons I've gone into before. On Tuesday, July 3rd I took matters into my own hands. I had heard the old wives tales about Castor Oil inducing labour, but the evidence to support a medical theory on this is sketchy at best, when I Googled it. There was a lot of anecdotal evidence, though, and I figured that it was worth a shot. So with gritted teeth and holding my nose to dull the taste, I took 2oz of Castor Oil at 4:30pm. And I waited. It didn't take long for the Castor Oil to go to work for it's intended purpose, which is a stimulant laxative. And the rest of my evening was spent very close to the toilet.
With the pooping came waves of pain, which I attributed to intestinal issues, dismissed it, and went to bed.
Around 3am I woke up in pain, and as the pain came and went I noticed a pattern. I stared at the clock and found that every 6 minutes, I was having pains, and this time it was accompanied by some bleeding. Holy crap! is this labour??? I wasn't sure, so I laid there for another hour and endured the waves of pain, wondering if it would subside. When it didn't, I got up and called the doctor, who promptly returned my call and told me to come in to the hospital.
It's go time!
I woke Brian up at that point with "babe, it's go time!" and he sprung into action. As I gathered the remaining things to pack into my hospital bag, Brian got the car seat and the diaper bag and loaded up the car. And off we went. There's not much traffic at 4:15am so the ride to the hospital was uneventful, unless you count the contractions, now 4 minutes apart, as events. Upon arrival we checked in and I was taken to my room where they assessed me, plugged me into a bunch of monitors, and confirmed that this really was labour. 4cm dilated, contractions every 4 minutes, and not mild ones, either. We called Barbie and told her to make her way to the hospital, and then the nice lady with the epidural showed up. yay!
Who farted??
The epidural lady hooked me up with some pain relief. The epidural wasn't painful, but it was not easy to sit still while having contractions, and add to that the fact that it took 2 attempts to get the thing into my spine. After about15 minutes, though, it was in and I was starting to feel better. Labour progressed relatively pain free from here on out, and every hour or so the nurse came in to check progress, monitor the baby, and hook me up to more things. An IV, an internal monitor for the baby, an internal monitor for contractions, an oxygen mask because the baby was going into distress. I laid there oblivious to any pain and joked with Brian and Barbie as we waited for the "pushing phase" to start. Periodically, I heard someone fart in the room and I'd look at Brian and Barbie with an accusatory look, then I realized that it was me! of course it was me. I had no feeling from my waist down. I was like my auntie Minnie! just tooting away, willy nilly, even once while the nurse was checking me! We cracked up quite a bit about that. As most people know, I'm highly amused by farting.
No exit!
Around 11am the nurse consulted the doctor on call and they monitored my progress. After about 15 minutes she informed me that I had a choice to make: Labour had stalled at 6cm and the baby was in distress. They could try to induce laboour with Pitosin and see if that would start the contractions again, or I could do a C-section and get him out. A tough choice. A sobering choice. I asked the doctor what was best for the baby. Of course it was the least appealing of the options, the C-section. So with as much calm as I could muster, and with a quick look over at the concerned faces of Brian and Barbie to reassure them that I would be ok, I said "let's do it".
Let's get this party started
My room became a hive of activity as people came in and out to administer things through IVs and inform me of what would happen next. Then Brian was "Suited up" and I was wheeled off to the operating room. Whatever Dr. Dave put in my IV started working immediately, and I could feel absolutely nothing below the chest. As I laid there on the operating table they prepped me, draped me, and Dr. Dave reassured me and kept me appraised of the situation. Brian came into the room and the operation began. I held Brian's hand and tried to keep myself calm by imagining being on a warm beach. The bright lights of the operating room was the sun warming my face, the floaty feeling was not from the cocktail of drugs in my IV, but from the several shots of tequila I imagined I'd just done. The voices of the doctors and nurses were those of other people on the beach, laughing and splashing in the surf. The suction machine that was probably now vacuuming up all the blood that was gushing out was providing the surf sound. And Dr. Dave said that I was the most calm person to have a C-section he'd ever seen. After what seemed like only a moment I heard the sound of a baby crying. Perhaps someone's child on the beach? and then I crashed back down to reality and realized that the baby crying was my kid! "THE kid"!
Who's your daddy?
After my realization my first question to Brian was "does it look like Jay?" - because it's been a standing joke in our circle of friends that Jay's the baby-daddy... Brian laughed and said he didn't. Then they showed him to me. He was all pink with a ton of black hair and my first comment was "ooh he's CUUUTE! he doesn't look anything like Winston Churchill!". That got a laugh from everyone in the operating room. They took the baby and Brian away and put me back together while discussing every day things like what they saw on TV last night, and the latest celebrity gossip. I heard the doctor say "let's get those abs back in place, she's worked really hard on them", and I thanked her for noticing. And the final step... replace my belly button ring, which they had taken out for the surgery. They put it back in for me while I was in the operating room! What service.
Hello world
Trent Aston came into the world on July 4th, at 11:33am, kicking and screaming, much like how his mum had gone into pregnancy. It seems like the whole world (at least MY world) was waiting with baited breath to meet him. Aunt Barbie was the first to meet him, followed by uncle Scott. I spent some time in the recovery room and they brought him to me. Here the details start to get a little sketchy. I assume because of the drugs and I recall being wheeled to my post partum room where Brian, Trent and I would spend the next 3 days. Trent's grandparents, Keith and Joan, showed up pretty soon after his grand entrance and were so excited to see the little guy. And as my epidural and drugs wore off and my visitors disappeared, the nice nurse lady came and took Trent to the nursery so that I could get some sleep.
Happily ever after
There were many unpleasant experiences that followed the birth of Trent, many of which made the labour and major surgery experience pale in comparison. The 3 days following the birth were the most challenging of our entire lives. Sleep deprivation, pain, and being cooped up in a tiny hospital room with people poking and prodding at me and Trent every few hours made those few days feel like several weeks. And I was so ready to come home on Saturday. My doctor cleared us to stay until Sunday, but I just couldn't do it. And that night, Saturday, our first night home with the baby, Brian and I didn't sleep a wink, were totally clueless, and made it up as we went along. Thank heavens for Grandpa and Grandma! Without them, this would have been so much more difficult.
It's now a week and one day since Trent's birth. I've been in more pain than I could even imagine over the past week, with the C-section recovery and pain of breast feeding, which you can't ever fully understand until you feel it. I haven't slept more than 4 hours at a time in over a week, I haven't put on make up or fixed my hair in over a week, not because I don't have time, but because it's not important.
So the question question remains: was it worth it?
You'll be surprised by the answer. It was so worth it. I'm not saying I'd do this again. But I'm happy that I did it. Nothing can prepare you for how your own baby worms his way into your heart, no matter how much kid-proofing you have done to it. Last night I spent hours just staring into Trent's eyes, even though I was dead tired, because I just couldn't take my eyes off him. Surprised? nobody's more so than I am!
Monday, July 09, 2007
Proud Aunt Barbie
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