Well. Jaden had his 4 month baby well check today. He is 17 pounds on the dot! *it kept bouncing from 16lbs 15oz and 17lbs.* NOOOO formula! He is still growing, 26 and 1/4 inches. He is in the 90th percentile for height and weight. 75 percentile for head size. Everything looked and sounded good except for one thing. He has eczema. Poor little bugger. Jaden's teeth are coming in. And we need to try to get him to poop more than once every 5 days.
'Cause even though he's passing gas and when he does go it's a lot. He's constipated. He doesn't have to strain to go or anything...but he's constipated. Sure, Doc. You've seen my son poop SO MANY TIMES that you can tell me he's having a hard time going. 'Kay. I'll remember that.
Onto the snow!
Snow blows. I've always hated the wet, cold white stuff. I rather see a thunderstorm. Just take the snow. And take the crazy drivers who think they can pass a snow plow. The things I see from my window.
I really need to live in a warmer climate, like...Texas. Oh... wait.
Now. Pet peeve of the day!
I love Greg. And I love my little Jaden. However. I would also like some time alone. Away from my men. Away from the crying and the begging (from the big one). Away from the diaper changes. Away from me telling Greg what Jaden wants or me stepping in to save one or the other one. Since Jaden has been born, I have spent 4 hours away from him. And that was in the hospital. Since then, he's been my shadow.
Yes, I know. I breastfeed. And he doesn't take bottles so I have to be *relatively* close to him at times. But Lord. I want to be able to go to my OB GYN without an audience. But noooooo. Jaden has to come with me. And Greg too. Why? Because if they don't go...I might leave! Are you shitting me? What am I going to do...run off with the doctor? Ummmm HELLO. I think I can go to an appointment alone. Someone needs a lesson in trust.
I'm not wearing this ring around my finger because it's pretty. (Although..it is GORGEOUS.) I'm wearing it because I want to spend the rest of my life with that dumb dumb.
:D
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
My time is flying by.
Well, yesterday Jaden turned 4 months old. I still cannot believe how fast time is going. Seems like just yesterday I was waiting for my due date, only to have him be late for his own birthday. He's feisty. And right now, he's testing my patience. He wants to do too much for his little body. I can tell, I got one independent kid on my hands. Which is good...as long as he still wants to cuddle with his momma.
Tomorrow he goes for his 4 month baby well check. The doctor's want him to be at least 17 pounds because of all the digestive issues he's been having. If not, they said I might need to supplement with formula. *rolls eyes* He's still in the 90th percentile for his age...why would he need artificial, less caloric yucky stuff?
Exactly. Momma did her research.
And we're not going to start on baby food just yet. APA says 6 months. Two more months to go, unless if he's showing some SERIOUS signs to start solids.
I still can't believe how big he is. Today he pushed his belly off the bed. (^.^). Next stop...crawling. Ohhhhh nooooooo can he be little for just a bit longer?
PICTURESSSSSS :D
He's getting so big!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tomorrow he goes for his 4 month baby well check. The doctor's want him to be at least 17 pounds because of all the digestive issues he's been having. If not, they said I might need to supplement with formula. *rolls eyes* He's still in the 90th percentile for his age...why would he need artificial, less caloric yucky stuff?
Exactly. Momma did her research.
And we're not going to start on baby food just yet. APA says 6 months. Two more months to go, unless if he's showing some SERIOUS signs to start solids.
I still can't believe how big he is. Today he pushed his belly off the bed. (^.^). Next stop...crawling. Ohhhhh nooooooo can he be little for just a bit longer?
PICTURESSSSSS :D
He's getting so big!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Friday, January 7, 2011
Heaven recieved another angel today.
Greg's Grandma passed away this morning after being taken off of life support last night. Yes, it took a while and she fought right up to the end, but there was just no way of saving her. She was bed ridden for years and now she can finally dance and walk again in heaven. Strange thing: I think she came and "visited" us last night before her body slipped away. For those who don't believe in spirits, that's fine. But I do. And I'm pretty sure I saw her kiss her Grandson and Great grandson goodbye last night. Although I was a little freaked out...I'm very calm over her passing.
I just find it strange, that with every death, sickness, joy that I have encountered has made me a little more of a believer in "God" again. I might not have a whole lot of traditional faith, but I'm starting to believe once again.
Grammy: I know you're watching over us. We love you. Just remember, when our time comes to have the lima beans ready and tell Grandpa that Greg wants some cake and homemade wine. ;)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
I just find it strange, that with every death, sickness, joy that I have encountered has made me a little more of a believer in "God" again. I might not have a whole lot of traditional faith, but I'm starting to believe once again.
Grammy: I know you're watching over us. We love you. Just remember, when our time comes to have the lima beans ready and tell Grandpa that Greg wants some cake and homemade wine. ;)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Death and Weddings...the race is on!
First, I want to say my proud Momma moments that I have not told you all. Jaden is officially rolling! While he has been able to "flop" from belly to back for a while now (The first time he did it solo he was 5 weeks old) he is now rolling from his back to belly! OhMyGoodness! My little JadenMonster is growing up too fast. Now that he has figured out how to actually roll, he's doing it from belly to back. Not only that, but he tries to sit up...without help. He gets mad because he gets his head about 4 inches off the ground and then he just rolls. Then he screams...because what can you do with half your body turned one way and the other half turned the other?
Too. Damn. Grown.
Not only that...he now likes to "yell" at you, or his toys, or his hands, or his cuddle...He just likes to yell. And he has this look of utter concentration on his face. Sort of: "I'm going to get you. I can't tell you what I'm going to do, or how I'm going to do it. But it will happen and you will suffer."
Only my child, let me tell ya.
Now that's out of the way:
Greg's Grandma is still on life support. Which breaks a lot of hearts. Most of her grandchildren said their goodbyes before the feeding tube was inserted because no one wanted to see her like that. On the day before Christmas Eve she involuntarily opened her eyes. Well...some family members took that there was still a shred of life still within her. The brain scan confirmed that there is no change. She is 90% brain dead. The only thing is "living" is her heart...and they don't know if that's just from the medicine they are pumping through her veins or if it's really her.
Supposedly though, later on this week the children are going to pull the plug. The reasons for keeping her "alive" this long are for selfish, disgusting, horrible reasons. I won't mention them, but it's pretty messed up. But what do I know...I'm just the soon to be added family member.
That's right: Greg and I are planning on finally getting married. I still haven't told my family. I'm waiting to tell them for two things: Income tax and our venue availability. I don't want hear anyone say "Ohhhh it should be up here" or "Why are you getting married in York?". I'm looking into a few different places but I'm probably going to have my wedding in York. Why? (I'll admit, it's pretty selfish) No one (besides my lovely Jenn and Ben) come down here to visit. Sure, my dad stopped down when Jaden was a week old to drop off some money. And yes, my Mom came to visit when I had my miscarriage. However...all the holidays and visits have been at "home". It's not fair to Greg and I to drive an hour or so to our own wedding. Nope, not going to happen. No one is paying for this "wedding" but him and I. And what we say goes.
And that's for all aspects of the wedding. While I will accept opinions and "this is how you do it" from educated people (read: Jenn), I won't be walked all over from uneducated people (read: my mother). She tried to take control over Boo's delivery. She's not going to control my wedding. Hell, she's one of the reasons why we didn't just go to the JP and elope. ("I've waited 24 years to see you get married, I'll be hurt if I don't get to see your wedding." *blows raspberry*)
My wedding. My rules. My ideas.
Yes, I am a bridezilla. I've made peace with it. But the reasons for my controlling persona is for noble reasons. I'm tired of being told what to do and how to do it. I'm a grown woman and mother. I take care of at least 3 people on a daily baisis. And I look good while doing it. *smug face*
Jaden is stirring. My eyelids are falling. So that means...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Too. Damn. Grown.
Not only that...he now likes to "yell" at you, or his toys, or his hands, or his cuddle...He just likes to yell. And he has this look of utter concentration on his face. Sort of: "I'm going to get you. I can't tell you what I'm going to do, or how I'm going to do it. But it will happen and you will suffer."
Only my child, let me tell ya.
Now that's out of the way:
Greg's Grandma is still on life support. Which breaks a lot of hearts. Most of her grandchildren said their goodbyes before the feeding tube was inserted because no one wanted to see her like that. On the day before Christmas Eve she involuntarily opened her eyes. Well...some family members took that there was still a shred of life still within her. The brain scan confirmed that there is no change. She is 90% brain dead. The only thing is "living" is her heart...and they don't know if that's just from the medicine they are pumping through her veins or if it's really her.
Supposedly though, later on this week the children are going to pull the plug. The reasons for keeping her "alive" this long are for selfish, disgusting, horrible reasons. I won't mention them, but it's pretty messed up. But what do I know...I'm just the soon to be added family member.
That's right: Greg and I are planning on finally getting married. I still haven't told my family. I'm waiting to tell them for two things: Income tax and our venue availability. I don't want hear anyone say "Ohhhh it should be up here" or "Why are you getting married in York?". I'm looking into a few different places but I'm probably going to have my wedding in York. Why? (I'll admit, it's pretty selfish) No one (besides my lovely Jenn and Ben) come down here to visit. Sure, my dad stopped down when Jaden was a week old to drop off some money. And yes, my Mom came to visit when I had my miscarriage. However...all the holidays and visits have been at "home". It's not fair to Greg and I to drive an hour or so to our own wedding. Nope, not going to happen. No one is paying for this "wedding" but him and I. And what we say goes.
And that's for all aspects of the wedding. While I will accept opinions and "this is how you do it" from educated people (read: Jenn), I won't be walked all over from uneducated people (read: my mother). She tried to take control over Boo's delivery. She's not going to control my wedding. Hell, she's one of the reasons why we didn't just go to the JP and elope. ("I've waited 24 years to see you get married, I'll be hurt if I don't get to see your wedding." *blows raspberry*)
My wedding. My rules. My ideas.
Yes, I am a bridezilla. I've made peace with it. But the reasons for my controlling persona is for noble reasons. I'm tired of being told what to do and how to do it. I'm a grown woman and mother. I take care of at least 3 people on a daily baisis. And I look good while doing it. *smug face*
Jaden is stirring. My eyelids are falling. So that means...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
A brief update before a long post.
These past few weeks have been very hard. Let's see...in the process of trying to make the decision to let Greg's Granny go, one of her daughter's passed away due to a blood clot to the lungs. While Greg's Granny is still on life support (which, if you ask me is very inhumane) I'm glad that she isn't "here" to see another one of her daughters slip away.
Christmas was pretty good. Jaden and Greg made out like bandits, just like I predicted. I'll have to post pictures, but not right now.
Greg and I are going to start our wedding plans! *shhhh...my mom doesn't know yet. Nor anyone except Jenn.*
But, I might kill him first. That's always a possibility.
Jaden has been sick...along with Greg and I. While I've been the slowest to get over the bug, Jaden needed an x-ray and Greg acted as if he was dying. So while I was cleaning up my (how do I say this nicely?) sick...I had to tend to my soon to be 4 month old and my 29 year old babies.
Someone I went to school with recently asked me about breastfeeding. :D I'm pretty stoked that she saw from facebook that I at least have a little idea what I'm doing.
I suppose that's the short of it for now. I'll post more later when I'm not so tired and such. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Christmas was pretty good. Jaden and Greg made out like bandits, just like I predicted. I'll have to post pictures, but not right now.
Greg and I are going to start our wedding plans! *shhhh...my mom doesn't know yet. Nor anyone except Jenn.*
But, I might kill him first. That's always a possibility.
Jaden has been sick...along with Greg and I. While I've been the slowest to get over the bug, Jaden needed an x-ray and Greg acted as if he was dying. So while I was cleaning up my (how do I say this nicely?) sick...I had to tend to my soon to be 4 month old and my 29 year old babies.
Someone I went to school with recently asked me about breastfeeding. :D I'm pretty stoked that she saw from facebook that I at least have a little idea what I'm doing.
I suppose that's the short of it for now. I'll post more later when I'm not so tired and such. :)
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Aw Man!
Ugh, the past 48 hours will be the death of me. This morning we got information that Greg's Grandmother's heart stopped and it took them about 10 minutes to start it back up. *Which I think is a lie...because how can your heart not beat for 10 minutes without you DYING?...but I'm picking my battles.* With Greg's mom still recovering from her stroke(s) we are trying to keep her calm, but it's not working. They are waiting three days, doing a brain scan to see if there's any activity and if there's not...they're pulling the plug. Apparently this woman refuses to give up. She's a fighter. But she might not survive this battle.
It's really sad. And although I don't know her...I cried. She seems like such a sweet woman.
Last night Greg told me that he thinks it's time Jaden goes into his crib. :( As much as I was on the fence about co-sleeping..ok...bed sharing...I'm going to miss it! The only time my little man snuggles is at night. (Although he is starting to give "ai-ie's"...so cute.)
It's going to be even harder since...Jaden is teething. Yup. The resident confirmed it yesterday. She said she felt all 4...count 'em...FOUR bottom teeth coming in. She said they were wayyyy down there but they're coming. Great. If that wasn't enough...I got more issues too.
When Jaden had his cold he refused to nurse off my right breast. Okay...I'll pump and then whenever I can get him on that side, he'll eat. Well...he only eats when we're laying down. A little uncomfortable, but manageable. Now since he's not eating "well enough" off that breast, I'm not responding to my pump. Grrrr. I can only get a few drops out! Painful but okay...gotta make him eat off that side.
Well now he's doing the same thing to the left breast. He'll fuss...latch...fuss while sucking...unlatch...fuss...latch...and so on and so on for 10 minutes if I let him. He'll finally get so frustrated he goes to sleep then I can feed him. *Sleep nursing is awesome and it's the only time I can get a good feeding in.*
Miserable baby = miserable mommy.
Annddddd to top it off...I have not been able to go to sleep before midnight for the past three nights. This. Is. Getting. Old.
It's really sad. And although I don't know her...I cried. She seems like such a sweet woman.
Last night Greg told me that he thinks it's time Jaden goes into his crib. :( As much as I was on the fence about co-sleeping..ok...bed sharing...I'm going to miss it! The only time my little man snuggles is at night. (Although he is starting to give "ai-ie's"...so cute.)
It's going to be even harder since...Jaden is teething. Yup. The resident confirmed it yesterday. She said she felt all 4...count 'em...FOUR bottom teeth coming in. She said they were wayyyy down there but they're coming. Great. If that wasn't enough...I got more issues too.
When Jaden had his cold he refused to nurse off my right breast. Okay...I'll pump and then whenever I can get him on that side, he'll eat. Well...he only eats when we're laying down. A little uncomfortable, but manageable. Now since he's not eating "well enough" off that breast, I'm not responding to my pump. Grrrr. I can only get a few drops out! Painful but okay...gotta make him eat off that side.
Well now he's doing the same thing to the left breast. He'll fuss...latch...fuss while sucking...unlatch...fuss...latch...and so on and so on for 10 minutes if I let him. He'll finally get so frustrated he goes to sleep then I can feed him. *Sleep nursing is awesome and it's the only time I can get a good feeding in.*
Miserable baby = miserable mommy.
Annddddd to top it off...I have not been able to go to sleep before midnight for the past three nights. This. Is. Getting. Old.
But I must say I found a new toy I want to get Jaden. Yes..it's 17 dollars for a chew toy. But I think it's cute!
It's called a "Sophie the Giraffe". I think it's adorable. I want my son to have it. It's a teether. And I think it'll make my life a little better.
And now I think it's bedtime.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
~MommyToBee
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Don't Underestimate Me.
When I got pregnant I heard a lot of things from a lot of naysayers. "You'll breastfeed for 6 weeks then throw in the towel." "With your history of depression, you'll have post partum depression." "You won't be able to handle being a mother and a wife." "You'll never get yourself out of debt." And the one that hurt the most: "You'll never be a good mother."
Yea. With friends/ family like that...who needs enemies?
I will admit that one of those lines are correct. I have to deal with post partum depression. About 3 weeks after Jaden was born, I decided that I needed some help and I went on Zoloft. I wasn't proud, but I knew it was for my son. That made it a little easier to accept. Now, almost 3 months later, I feel that I don't need those pills anymore. Who knows, I may lapse...but I know I can do it.
Now...onto proving myself.
A big SCREW YOU goes out to anyone who thinks I'm not doing all I can for my child. I realize that I'm not married to his father. And why yes, we do live with my in laws. Does that make me a terrible mother? No...didn't think so. We pay rent. Buy our own food. Jaden has his own crib and room. He's always clean. Has clean clothes. And a clean diaper. He's happy, healthy and thrieving. He weighs an impressive 16 pounds 3 ounces. He's exceeding his milestones. So I think I'm doing my job pretty well.
I might not have all the newest toys for him. And I might cuddle him a little too much. However, no baby has EVER been a failure to thrieve because they didn't have the newest toys or enjoyed cuddle time.
Jaden is independent. He loves to stand and babble and discover. He brightens the whole room. And anyone who graced his presence knows how special of a little boy he is.
That's because of Greg and myself. Do not dismiss me because I'm not "educated" enough. I know what I need to know...and if I don't...I learn. Greg may have a low paying job. He may never win the lottery...but I won the jackpot of love with him.
I may be young but I am more mature than some people older than me.
Go ahead...underestimate me. That just makes me prove you wrong.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
Yea. With friends/ family like that...who needs enemies?
I will admit that one of those lines are correct. I have to deal with post partum depression. About 3 weeks after Jaden was born, I decided that I needed some help and I went on Zoloft. I wasn't proud, but I knew it was for my son. That made it a little easier to accept. Now, almost 3 months later, I feel that I don't need those pills anymore. Who knows, I may lapse...but I know I can do it.
Now...onto proving myself.
- It's been three months...and I still love breastfeeding. Is it hard? Sure! But it's something I feel very strongly about. When we stop that's up to Jaden. Come hell or high water, I will provide nutrion for my son.
- Yea...I'll admit, for the first few weeks I didn't do much. But then again, I had a very difficult recovery from my c-section. Greg and I might have our issues but we're making it work.
- Debt is a terrible thing. I'm trying my hardest to get out of it. It's not easy, espcially since we barely scrape by. I don't ask for handouts. Yes, Jaden and I are on state insurance, big deal. I'm not on food stamps. Or cash assistance. And I'm not on WIC. I could be...we qualify...but we can make it so far without.
A big SCREW YOU goes out to anyone who thinks I'm not doing all I can for my child. I realize that I'm not married to his father. And why yes, we do live with my in laws. Does that make me a terrible mother? No...didn't think so. We pay rent. Buy our own food. Jaden has his own crib and room. He's always clean. Has clean clothes. And a clean diaper. He's happy, healthy and thrieving. He weighs an impressive 16 pounds 3 ounces. He's exceeding his milestones. So I think I'm doing my job pretty well.
I might not have all the newest toys for him. And I might cuddle him a little too much. However, no baby has EVER been a failure to thrieve because they didn't have the newest toys or enjoyed cuddle time.
Jaden is independent. He loves to stand and babble and discover. He brightens the whole room. And anyone who graced his presence knows how special of a little boy he is.
That's because of Greg and myself. Do not dismiss me because I'm not "educated" enough. I know what I need to know...and if I don't...I learn. Greg may have a low paying job. He may never win the lottery...but I won the jackpot of love with him.
I may be young but I am more mature than some people older than me.
Go ahead...underestimate me. That just makes me prove you wrong.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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