and a few pictures...
Monday, February 23, 2009
Milestones!
Today, I am taking the day off since it is Story's official four month baby appointment. She got weighted, measured and vaccinated today. Our little gal is in the 50th percentile for weight, 25th percentile for head size (sorry Josh, we can no longer pretend you're her real daddy... she would of had to be in the 98th percentile for that!) and 95th percentile for height. Yes, you heard me. My daughter is a GIANT. The best part is that we could her our pediatrician talking to her assistant, not really believing Story was so tall. But then she saw her and was convinced.
Besides being an AMAZING trooper for her vaccines, Story also got the green light for starting cereal! Our miss S will now be getting baby cereal in the morning and before bed. Once she's mastered eating cereal, we can move her on to stage 1 solid foods.
But first things first, I've prepared to do battle against barley cereal. Since coming home at 9 a.m., I have assembled the high chair my awesome coworkers got me and have mixed up some cereal. In a few minutes, miss S will be seated, strapped in and tasting cereal for the first time! I've got the camera poised and ready, so expect a picture and video update later on.
MAN, I AM EXCITED! eep!
Other milestones include getting the greenlight to baby proof our living room and having Story spend most of her time on the floor. The pediatrician said we should try encouraging her to sit up and play, do even more tummy time and start learning to crawl. She was also really impressed with how Story loves to stand. However, the only scary thing is tackling our MESSY living room. That's today's chore for me, I guess.
OK, off to go feed that girl!
Besides being an AMAZING trooper for her vaccines, Story also got the green light for starting cereal! Our miss S will now be getting baby cereal in the morning and before bed. Once she's mastered eating cereal, we can move her on to stage 1 solid foods.
But first things first, I've prepared to do battle against barley cereal. Since coming home at 9 a.m., I have assembled the high chair my awesome coworkers got me and have mixed up some cereal. In a few minutes, miss S will be seated, strapped in and tasting cereal for the first time! I've got the camera poised and ready, so expect a picture and video update later on.
MAN, I AM EXCITED! eep!
Other milestones include getting the greenlight to baby proof our living room and having Story spend most of her time on the floor. The pediatrician said we should try encouraging her to sit up and play, do even more tummy time and start learning to crawl. She was also really impressed with how Story loves to stand. However, the only scary thing is tackling our MESSY living room. That's today's chore for me, I guess.
OK, off to go feed that girl!
Friday, February 20, 2009
A little cheese
I was just emailing a coworker on what it's like to be a mom and I felt like I had to cut and paste it into my blog for reference...
Cheesy, but true. Story is the best.thing.ever.
It sounds odd, but I feel like having a child is the closest I’ve come to being obsessed with anyone. I adore her so much, no questions. I can’t get enough of her- her cute little feet, her smile, her hoots, grunts and coos. I could seriously watch her in her swing with her lovey for hours, just marveling at how awesome she is. And yea, sometimes she drives me insane and makes me so stressed out, but I still adore her. I can remember seeing my 20 week ultrasound and just being so proud of her, knowing that I already loved her more than I thought was humanly imaginable. I know it sounds cracked out, but I can remember seeing The Grinch That Stole Christmas with her this year and feeling a total association with the Grinch when he turned good- “And the Grinch’s heart grew three times that day.” That is exactly how I felt when I first saw her.
Cheesy, but true. Story is the best.thing.ever.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Actually crying over spilled milk...
or forgotten milk, more like.
Every day, I wake up early and stap on my pump, so I can start the process of getting Story's milk for the next daycare day. I then sit for 20 minutes, feeling very bovine, until the timer runs out. Then, I look at my yield, calculate how many more times I'll have to pump, then try to schedule it into my work day. Repeat.
Well, work lately has been meeting central, so it's been hard for me to find time to get away to pump. Thusly, my supply and yield has dropped. So, I'm now trying even harder, taking more supplements and feeling bad about it. Add to this that I'm trying to get stuff together for a fancy dinner I have to go to for work and everything is all weird.
The idea being, you don't stray from the schedule. As a parent, the schedule is what keeps me sane.
Well, the schedule was thrown out the window last night. Firstly, because I found out that the place we make our ready-to-eat dinners at is closing. Then, I decided to try and find shoes for the event on Saturday, which was also a wash. At that point, I decided to cut my losses and just go home. Tim had flipflopped with me and picked up Story, so I had a nice, warm house, hubby and baby to get to.
And all my milk from that day? Well, usually I come home, juggling Story and go straight to the refrigerator with it. But last night was odd. I came home to the buzz of activity and my dress for the event having arrived, so I got distracted. Then, later on that night, I thought, "Don't forget to put the milk away!" But, of course, I forgot.
This morning, when getting up to pump, I found all of my milk still in the living room in my cooler pack. Ruined. There's no way in hell I can give it to Story. I opened the bag and literally started sobbing. Why? Well, because it is so hard right now for me to keep her partially breast milk fed at work. I try so hard to adhere to a schedule, drink tons of water, take supplements, anything I can do to try and get a measly 12-16oz a day. And when I do, I hate to admit it, but it IS like liquid gold. So, to leave it out all night and realize today that I've failed Story just totally sucks.
Every day, I wake up early and stap on my pump, so I can start the process of getting Story's milk for the next daycare day. I then sit for 20 minutes, feeling very bovine, until the timer runs out. Then, I look at my yield, calculate how many more times I'll have to pump, then try to schedule it into my work day. Repeat.
Well, work lately has been meeting central, so it's been hard for me to find time to get away to pump. Thusly, my supply and yield has dropped. So, I'm now trying even harder, taking more supplements and feeling bad about it. Add to this that I'm trying to get stuff together for a fancy dinner I have to go to for work and everything is all weird.
The idea being, you don't stray from the schedule. As a parent, the schedule is what keeps me sane.
Well, the schedule was thrown out the window last night. Firstly, because I found out that the place we make our ready-to-eat dinners at is closing. Then, I decided to try and find shoes for the event on Saturday, which was also a wash. At that point, I decided to cut my losses and just go home. Tim had flipflopped with me and picked up Story, so I had a nice, warm house, hubby and baby to get to.
And all my milk from that day? Well, usually I come home, juggling Story and go straight to the refrigerator with it. But last night was odd. I came home to the buzz of activity and my dress for the event having arrived, so I got distracted. Then, later on that night, I thought, "Don't forget to put the milk away!" But, of course, I forgot.
This morning, when getting up to pump, I found all of my milk still in the living room in my cooler pack. Ruined. There's no way in hell I can give it to Story. I opened the bag and literally started sobbing. Why? Well, because it is so hard right now for me to keep her partially breast milk fed at work. I try so hard to adhere to a schedule, drink tons of water, take supplements, anything I can do to try and get a measly 12-16oz a day. And when I do, I hate to admit it, but it IS like liquid gold. So, to leave it out all night and realize today that I've failed Story just totally sucks.
Monday, February 2, 2009
uh oh...
Story has been more and more in control of her arms, hands, legs and feet as of late. This is causing her to be extremely tactile. She likes to touch my arm or hold my hand whenever possible, feel the texture of her blankets and grasp at our clothes. It's so amazing.
But it can also be trouble. Tim warned me this morning that he thinks she's discovered her privates. This was just confirmed when I went to change her. I opened up her dirty diaper and BOOM her hand went straight for her crotch. I was shocked by her speed and accuracy. GREAAAT one more thing to watch out for when changing her.
But it can also be trouble. Tim warned me this morning that he thinks she's discovered her privates. This was just confirmed when I went to change her. I opened up her dirty diaper and BOOM her hand went straight for her crotch. I was shocked by her speed and accuracy. GREAAAT one more thing to watch out for when changing her.
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