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August 2013 Moms
FFFC
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Re: FFFC
She kept yelling at him to be a good boy and stop crying. She then made some comment about how theres something mentally wrong with him under her breath.
I have to admit i did snap at her saying hes a normal tired three year old boy.
Nora Grace Due 12/26/2016
Two Angel Babies
07/03/2012
08/08/2015
"If you're still my small babe
or you're all the way grown,
my promise to you
is you're never alone.
You are my angel, my darling,
my star...and my love will find you,
wherever you are."
My confession: I played the "one for you, one for me" game with almost every trick or treater last night. And I wonder why I can't get this weight off.
I also hid the wrappers so H couldn't see.
.....but she had split ends and they were talking to me.
Mine is similar to some other posters. Sometimes I actually take lo out in a sleeper. For example, I put him in a sleeper for his two month shots because I wanted him to be comfy. Also, whenever we have a semi long car ride I leave him in a sleeper.
Nora Grace Due 12/26/2016
Two Angel Babies
07/03/2012
08/08/2015
"If you're still my small babe
or you're all the way grown,
my promise to you
is you're never alone.
You are my angel, my darling,
my star...and my love will find you,
wherever you are."
I'm a total sook when it comes to my girl.
Oh and my husband went out till midnight last night afterwards, leaving me with an upset baby, so I have made a point of waking him for every wake since he got home (which has been a few due to the shots). Normally I would leave him as he has work but he's not getting off the hook just because he was out with his mates.
I must say my sex drive sucked pp, didn't want it didnt care for it DH just don't touch me, sucked. but im convinced there's a reset button, the only catch is its by having sex. After the first successful time, I can't get enough now.
I've been consuming ridiculous amounts of Oreos, biscoff cookies, strawberry pop tarts...
No wonder I still need to drop 12 lbs!
Also...I've been wearing the same nursing tank top for 3 days.
Also, I FF and have since day 2 in the hospital. I really had no reason to stop except for that she was jaundiced and I thought it would help, and I was really stressed out about BFing from the start. I regret quitting so soon. I should have given it more of a fight obviously for the health benefits, but mostly because of the convenience of just being able to whip out the boob! Anytime we go anywhere I am packing water, formula, bottles...if she is screaming in the middle of the night, I have to go downstairs and put together a bottle.
I think (and i have no first hand experience with the BFing) that BFing is def. challeneging and harder in the beginning, and FF is easier in the beginning and just gets to be a pain. From what i see of my BFing friends who are a few months in, it is like 2nd nature for both them and LO....Wish I would have stuck with it.
Another confession: I am using "worrying about my supply dropping" as an excuse not to diet or exercise, even though I have no issues and a bit of an oversupply.
In the morning I change LO out of her sleeper right into a fresh one if we're not headed anywhere that day.
My choice to continue BFing is partially selfish...I read that a lot of mothers get the weight loss benefit around 3-6 months. I'm not going to stop now and short myself of that! Also less stinky diapers. I'm glad I can provide for her but the above mentioned things are what get me through tough days when I start thinking how formula would be easier.
S was crying in her car seat in the store one day so I very slightly loosened the straps. I put her back in the car and started down the road having completely forgotten about it. I remembered a couple miles later and promptly pulled over and made sure she was secure. I can't imagine if something had happened...and she was strapped in just not really tight. No way id ever drive without her strapped in at all!
My confession: I'm not sick or feeling bad but LO and I are camped out upstairs in bed doing skin to skin and snuggling All. Day. Long. This is my last Friday before heading back to work and I'm soaking it in damn it. I also have the above mentioned kit Kat and twix bars sitting on the nightstand along with a glass of milk.
My LO doesn't need warm bottles, but she doesn't really enjoy cold bottles...so it takes longer to warm one up than it does just to make a room temp one on the spot. I do prescoop the formula into a bottle and then water into another bottle, so when the time comes, i just dump the water into the formula bottle and mix...it does speed things up. However, she is currently drinking 5oz...so I make a 6 oz bottle (since that is the measurement on the label), and then pour 1 oz into another bottle and save in fridge...Not sure if i am making more work for myself. I thought about making 5oz of water and 2.5 scoops of powder, but I don't want to mess up and give too much/not enough.
Not like making a bottle even takes that long, but with a screaming baby, it can seem like a looong time. Hah.
My dad harbored enormous guilt for years, and I think it ultimately contributed to my parents' divorce and the break-up of our family. I'm 33 years old, and he still calls me on the anniversary of the accident every single year.
All it takes is ONE bad decision. No matter what, you think that these things aren't likely to happen to you. But they can happen. And if they do, the guilt you live with will never end.
Thank you for sharing your story. I can't imagine what you've been through.
I work in an ICU at a children's hospital, and can't begin to tell you how many law mower accidents I see each year, most are horrific. I cringe when I hear people making poor safety choices for their children (law mowers, no helmets, not strapping in car seat) you are so right in that it only takes 1 bad decision.
I hope you are healed well, even years later.