@danny2011 I suspect she has reflux and plan to talk to the pedi about it on Friday. I hadn't thought about that being part of the problem, but you could be right. I hope she does better in the convertible seat.
@CruiseGirl28 Nope, moving doesn't help. Nothing does, and she also refuses her paci once she decides she wants out (usually about 2 minutes unto a trip).
Bubba, born Jan. 2007 * Sissy, born Apr. 2009 * Baby Sister, born Feb. 2014
Well, that was certainly an adventure. 1:15am, I checked my phone, and then promptly dropped it behind my headboard. Cue Mia's hunger cues, so I grab the bottle I pumped for her so that my nips could have an overnight break. The cap had popped off somehow, so I spilled half the bottle all over her, her face, the bed, and myself. Cue tears. DH wakes up and asks if I'm okay, I say no, he takes her to be changed, and then tells me that it's way too hot in the house because Mia is supposedly soaked in sweat. That wasn't sweat, it was breastmilk. Cue more tears, mainly because of exhaustion. Fast forward to 4:45, Mia wants to snuggle and suck on her paci (we tried latching, and I got her baby glare of death. Which is adorable, but clearly she does not like what I'm doing when I get that look. Holy shit, stop growing up so damn fast, kid!!!) so we do that until about 7:45, and now she's hungry.
Fuck I'm tired. My mom's going to be here in 45 minutes to babysit while MH and I go out for the breakfast date we've had planned for a couple days. And LO just fell asleep while still eating, and then randomly grinned really big so that she unlatched. ::sigh:: I'm tired, but that was effing adorable.
I haven't posted here in a while. But wanted to say I am so not excited for Easter tomorrow and everyone being all over LO. I'm going to go into full blown mommy mode if people don't leave her alone.
Just say "she hasn't had her shots". That shuts them up for me!
Well, that was certainly an adventure. 1:15am, I checked my phone, and then promptly dropped it behind my headboard. Cue Mia's hunger cues, so I grab the bottle I pumped for her so that my nips could have an overnight break. The cap had popped off somehow, so I spilled half the bottle all over her, her face, the bed, and myself. Cue tears. DH wakes up and asks if I'm okay, I say no, he takes her to be changed, and then tells me that it's way too hot in the house because Mia is supposedly soaked in sweat. That wasn't sweat, it was breastmilk. Cue more tears, mainly because of exhaustion. Fast forward to 4:45, Mia wants to snuggle and suck on her paci (we tried latching, and I got her baby glare of death. Which is adorable, but clearly she does not like what I'm doing when I get that look. Holy shit, stop growing up so damn fast, kid!!!) so we do that until about 7:45, and now she's hungry.
Fuck I'm tired. My mom's going to be here in 45 minutes to babysit while MH and I go out for the breakfast date we've had planned for a couple days. And LO just fell asleep while still eating, and then randomly grinned really big so that she unlatched. ::sigh:: I'm tired, but that was effing adorable.
I'm sorry you had a rough night, but I love the "baby glare of death." I get that every time I stop feeding to burp her. Have fun on your date!
@pepperedmoth
I know it might feel a little creepy, but maybe you should text her. I onow she was struggling a bit.
Did you talk to her when you went into labor with Artie at all?
No, as I hadn't seen her at all and didn't want to be overbearing....
ETA: WWM14D? To text or not to text?
FIL is moving back in with us for a month.... I'm told. Who knows if it'll be more or less than that. He's really gone down hill (health wise) since living with DH's brother. Now his back is killing him, but DH's brother pushes him just as much, so he's coming here basically for a break until he can get his back figured out. We really don't have room for him now, and we have our own routine and ways of doing things so it's gonna be difficult transitioning back. At the same time, we could never turn him away so we'll just make it work somehow.
My kid is weird. We just started transitioning him to the crib in the nursery. Over the last two days I've found he sleeps leaps and bounds better without white noise, flat on his back, unswaddled (as opposed to bundled in the RnP with the fan going).
I also realized that when he's fussing while I'm holding him, he immediately quiets down if I put him down. I thought babies were supposed to want to be held?
My kid is weird too. He makes animal noises - we're thinking of recording him and making an animal noise book for him to use later on. he meows like a cat while sleeping, snorts like a horse when content, grunts like a pig when gassy, and cries like an eagle when pissed.
FIL is moving back in with us for a month.... I'm told. Who knows if it'll be more or less than that. He's really gone down hill (health wise) since living with DH's brother. Now his back is killing him, but DH's brother pushes him just as much, so he's coming here basically for a break until he can get his back figured out. We really don't have room for him now, and we have our own routine and ways of doing things so it's gonna be difficult transitioning back. At the same time, we could never turn him away so we'll just make it work somehow.
Hopefully it's as seamless of a transition as possible! I always worry about how in our day and age there is an increased need for children to have to take care of our parents/inlaws.
DH's parents have lived incredibly irresponsible lives and we both worry about how it'll fall onto us to care for them in the future. His 2 sisters are incredibly irresponsible as well and it would be financially impossible for them to help out. So because we are responsible we might end up with that burden. I know just the thought equally stresses out and pisses off DH. (Not saying my situation is similar to yours btw, it just reminded me of it).
We have an SUV and a sedan. I have learned that we'll be driving the SUV wayyyy more as a family than the sedan. I'm currently in the passenger seat, LO in his car seat behind me, and my knees are touching the dash. Awesome.
@Blonderedhead781 your FIL sounds similar to mine. He's awful with money, has diabetes, is severely overweight, smoked for about 60 years (he just recently switched to e-cigs), and hasn't been to the doctor in over a year and a half. He has lived with us (or rather we've all lived together) since I started living with DH. It was just always the way it was. He moved in with DH's brother on their hometown because he was helping the brother with his construction/home improvement business. He's been there a year or less, only maybe 6 months that he would actually admit that was his home. So we moved things around to make room for baby without having to worry about room for FIL, and now we need room for him again.
A lot of your FILs sound like mine. He's a great guy, just not very responsible. I have wondered what his plan is when he's too old to work and had no income. Luckily he just got engaged, so hopefully she can straighten him out lol
We have an SUV and a sedan. I have learned that we'll be driving the SUV wayyyy more as a family than the sedan. I'm currently in the passenger seat, LO in his car seat behind me, and my knees are touching the dash. Awesome.
This is how my car is. Luckily we take DHs car everywhere. But I'm looking to get an SUV. I'm excited.
Also, am I the only one that still sits in the back seat with LO? We haven't been out too much (only weekends) since she was born. At first I did it cause I was worried, but now she's just so damn cute in the car. I've taken her out alone a couple of times, and I hate that I can't see her. We have those mirrors, but we need to install them. I need to move back to the passenger seat.
When I was 10cm, the doctor had me wait an hour before pushing. I didn't take any selfies, but I could have. Don't know how cute I looked, but I had done my hair and makeup that morning, and I like the pictures DH and I took earlier in the day.
When I was 10cm I was desperate to push. I was actually at 9.5 and the nurse manually dilated me to 10 so I could start pushing. I certainly wasn't in any shape to be taking selfies! I also had no epi though...maybe I would have then?
This sounds like me. I started pushing before my mw said go. I couldn't NOT. I think my epi worked, but it was not 100%. My friend must have gotten the extra good kind. ;-)
Yea. The doctor had me wait the hour so the epi would wear off a little. At first, I couldn't even feel to push. Until it wore off a little, then I was good to go.
@CHPhotoMama I was like that with my first delivery. I had the best epidural ever and felt zilch. No pain, no pressure, no urge to push. I had DS crowning in 2 pushes and then had to wait 45 minutes for the doc to show. Second delivery there was no time for one (that sucked). This delivery I had a shitty epidural. I felt less than with my natural delivery, but holy hell, I felt a LOT. It totally freaked my DH out because he'd only witnessed my prior epi birth (he didn't make it in time for #2) and he wasn't expecting to see me in pain like that.
Interesting fact: my BFF and I delivered our youngest babies at the same hospital exactly two months apart. We had the same anesthesiologist administer our epidurals. She had the same experience where her last one was great and she felt nothing, but this time it sucked. We've decided the anesthesiologist sucks!
Bubba, born Jan. 2007 * Sissy, born Apr. 2009 * Baby Sister, born Feb. 2014
I cannot believe it had been a month since I had a baby. A MONTH. How does time go so much faster now?
My parents leave tomorrow. As much as I was anxious about her trip, and as much as she irritated the shit out of me over the last two weeks, I'm really sad about this. Especially my dad (he's only been here for 3 days, she's been here for two weeks).
An hour and a half into the trip and had to stop for babies. DH had to be reminded that baby needs trump arrival time. Then of course we had to stop one more time a half-hour before we reached the IL's. Otherwise the babies traveled like champs.
Now I've been left with MIL and her mom listening to them talk about birth defects, death anniversaries, and cancer treatments. They're so optimistic about life/sarcasm.
We got t-boned in the parking lot on our way home from picking up dinner (everyone is fine!). We were going through a sort of four way intersection at the side of the building. I didn't even see the car coming until DH yelled for me to watch out a split second before she hit us.
He said she was on her phone and going too fast, but I honestly have no idea what happened. I'm pretty sure I looked and slowed down before I went, but I just can't remember.
I feel terrible. I'm pretty sure it was at least partially my fault, and I'm so upset that J could have been hurt. He seems fine, he calmed right down as soon as I held him, but I'm putting in a call into the pedi in the morning. I wish he could tell me he was okay.
My neck is sore but it has been bugging me all week so I didn't say anything to the cop. I keep randomy crying because I feel so awful about what could have happened and I keep seeing it when I close my eyes... I've never seen my husband move as fast as he did to get to the back seat to make sure J was okay.
We got t-boned in the parking lot on our way home from picking up dinner (everyone is fine!). We were going through a sort of four way intersection at the side of the building. I didn't even see the car coming until DH yelled for me to watch out a split second before she hit us.
He said she was on her phone and going too fast, but I honestly have no idea what happened. I'm pretty sure I looked and slowed down before I went, but I just can't remember.
I feel terrible. I'm pretty sure it was at least partially my fault, and I'm so upset that J could have been hurt. He seems fine, he calmed right down as soon as I held him, but I'm putting in a call into the pedi in the morning. I wish he could tell me he was okay.
My neck is sore but it has been bugging me all week so I didn't say anything to the cop. I keep randomy crying because I feel so awful about what could have happened and I keep seeing it when I close my eyes... I've never seen my husband move as fast as he did to get to the back seat to make sure J was okay.
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@CruiseGirl28 Nope, moving doesn't help. Nothing does, and she also refuses her paci once she decides she wants out (usually about 2 minutes unto a trip).
Fuck I'm tired. My mom's going to be here in 45 minutes to babysit while MH and I go out for the breakfast date we've had planned for a couple days. And LO just fell asleep while still eating, and then randomly grinned really big so that she unlatched. ::sigh:: I'm tired, but that was effing adorable.
I could text her but I don't want to be creepy/internet stalkery/intrusive. I just have the number cuz we were labor buddies......
That shuts them up for me!
ETA: WWM14D? To text or not to text?
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FIL is moving back in with us for a month.... I'm told. Who knows if it'll be more or less than that. He's really gone down hill (health wise) since living with DH's brother. Now his back is killing him, but DH's brother pushes him just as much, so he's coming here basically for a break until he can get his back figured out. We really don't have room for him now, and we have our own routine and ways of doing things so it's gonna be difficult transitioning back. At the same time, we could never turn him away so we'll just make it work somehow.
DH's parents have lived incredibly irresponsible lives and we both worry about how it'll fall onto us to care for them in the future. His 2 sisters are incredibly irresponsible as well and it would be financially impossible for them to help out. So because we are responsible we might end up with that burden. I know just the thought equally stresses out and pisses off DH. (Not saying my situation is similar to yours btw, it just reminded me of it).
Also, am I the only one that still sits in the back seat with LO? We haven't been out too much (only weekends) since she was born. At first I did it cause I was worried, but now she's just so damn cute in the car. I've taken her out alone a couple of times, and I hate that I can't see her. We have those mirrors, but we need to install them. I need to move back to the passenger seat.
Emma Rose
Born 3.11.14
8lbs 14oz, 21.5 in
Interesting fact: my BFF and I delivered our youngest babies at the same hospital exactly two months apart. We had the same anesthesiologist administer our epidurals. She had the same experience where her last one was great and she felt nothing, but this time it sucked. We've decided the anesthesiologist sucks!
My parents leave tomorrow. As much as I was anxious about her trip, and as much as she irritated the shit out of me over the last two weeks, I'm really sad about this. Especially my dad (he's only been here for 3 days, she's been here for two weeks).
The only thing I remember is I vote text.
Now I've been left with MIL and her mom listening to them talk about birth defects, death anniversaries, and cancer treatments. They're so optimistic about life/sarcasm.
We got t-boned in the parking lot on our way home from picking up dinner (everyone is fine!). We were going through a sort of four way intersection at the side of the building. I didn't even see the car coming until DH yelled for me to watch out a split second before she hit us.
He said she was on her phone and going too fast, but I honestly have no idea what happened. I'm pretty sure I looked and slowed down before I went, but I just can't remember.
I feel terrible. I'm pretty sure it was at least partially my fault, and I'm so upset that J could have been hurt. He seems fine, he calmed right down as soon as I held him, but I'm putting in a call into the pedi in the morning. I wish he could tell me he was okay.
My neck is sore but it has been bugging me all week so I didn't say anything to the cop. I keep randomy crying because I feel so awful about what could have happened and I keep seeing it when I close my eyes... I've never seen my husband move as fast as he did to get to the back seat to make sure J was okay.
In sum... today sucks.