This is what happens when you take food away from my baby.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The 6 month old 2 yr. old
Here's a bit more on Gwyn as a 6 mo. old. She is very strong, she is able to pull herself from sitting to standing. When she is in the tub she reaches for the opposite side and can pull herself to a standing position. Last night she was sitting on my lap and pushed off of my knees to stand, this is crazy right?! She can't even push herself up to sit when she falls over. She does a really funny banana position when she tries to sit from a laying position. She'll have great abs! While all this is going on she gets very mad that she can't do it and screams. It is a blood curling scream that echos down the street so all the neighbors knew we are torturing her. The scream has died down a bit which is nice, I don't know where it came from. We got back from Grandma & Grandpa Bozin's and I think she picked it up from them.
She loves her bouncy saucer. It is quite entertaining for Matt and I as well. She jumps and talks and yells while chewing on all the toys. This is usually when she will poop her pants so terribly that it gushes out the top of the diaper and onto whatever she is wearing. Even Diesel won't come near when that occurs which is daily.
We have recently been able to put her in the pack-n-play to play with her toys. We used to put her on the floor with a blanket but she started to roll everywhere, so now she has to be contained. Well she discovered that if she scrapes her nails on the netting it makes a cool noise and that means that she has to try and eat it so Matt and I got a good laugh at her face mushed up against the side. The only thing not funny is that it leaves rug burn on her nose, so she looks like those cartoon kids in the Puffs Plus commercial.
I have just stopped breast feeding a couple weeks ago and Gwyn has become too good at recognizing what the bottle is for. When she sees me making it or coming to her with it she starts to get excited. She makes a "MMMM" noise and if you don't give it to her right away, for instance you are putting her in her crib to nap with it, she gets so mad and yells at you. When she does "finally" get her bottle she makes a sighing noise until she drops it b/c it is still a bit too heavy, she screams bloody murder, for the pleasure of our neighbors. Another things I noticed is that she will blow raspberries at us when she is starting to get mad at us. It will lead into yelling if we don't hold her how she wants to be held or we leave the room she is in. The doctor says she is definitely attached to us.
She has her first cold right now. I thought it only lasted one day, but it seems to be back. She and I woke up with it one morning. I felt so bad for her, she could barely eat and wouldn't take her real food snack. I put a mister in her room overnight and she appeared to be better the next morning. Two days later her stuffy nose was back. She can breathe at least this time, but there is no fever so I haven't taken her in to see the doctor. It will just have to run its course with both of us, actually all 3 of us. So Gwyn and I have been taking lots of naps this week.
She loves her bouncy saucer. It is quite entertaining for Matt and I as well. She jumps and talks and yells while chewing on all the toys. This is usually when she will poop her pants so terribly that it gushes out the top of the diaper and onto whatever she is wearing. Even Diesel won't come near when that occurs which is daily.
We have recently been able to put her in the pack-n-play to play with her toys. We used to put her on the floor with a blanket but she started to roll everywhere, so now she has to be contained. Well she discovered that if she scrapes her nails on the netting it makes a cool noise and that means that she has to try and eat it so Matt and I got a good laugh at her face mushed up against the side. The only thing not funny is that it leaves rug burn on her nose, so she looks like those cartoon kids in the Puffs Plus commercial.
I have just stopped breast feeding a couple weeks ago and Gwyn has become too good at recognizing what the bottle is for. When she sees me making it or coming to her with it she starts to get excited. She makes a "MMMM" noise and if you don't give it to her right away, for instance you are putting her in her crib to nap with it, she gets so mad and yells at you. When she does "finally" get her bottle she makes a sighing noise until she drops it b/c it is still a bit too heavy, she screams bloody murder, for the pleasure of our neighbors. Another things I noticed is that she will blow raspberries at us when she is starting to get mad at us. It will lead into yelling if we don't hold her how she wants to be held or we leave the room she is in. The doctor says she is definitely attached to us.
She has her first cold right now. I thought it only lasted one day, but it seems to be back. She and I woke up with it one morning. I felt so bad for her, she could barely eat and wouldn't take her real food snack. I put a mister in her room overnight and she appeared to be better the next morning. Two days later her stuffy nose was back. She can breathe at least this time, but there is no fever so I haven't taken her in to see the doctor. It will just have to run its course with both of us, actually all 3 of us. So Gwyn and I have been taking lots of naps this week.
Monday, September 28, 2009
New Mom Shock
When I became pregnant I was so ecstatic and couldn't wait for my pregnancy to fly by. Well it did with no complications, thankfully, and boy did I learn things that they don't tell you. I was so afraid to get the epidural after the child birth class showed us that the needle looked like a drill bit, but during contractions I found my fear was no longer an issue. Labor was no joke, I see why women think they can't do it, the contractions, the shaking, the freezing hospital room, the IVs, the puking, the pushing, the tearing, the stitching, and the strangers viewing everything you have to offer. I think the funniest thing that happened was when my husband had to hold the kidney shaped bowl while I threw up and was gagging as he dumped it in the toilet. I still laugh so hard every time I think about it!
Then came the visitors. I hadn't gotten to take a shower so you can only imagine what those pictures looked like. I made my mother take them out of her brag book and stop showing her friends. The comments were not, "Look at the cute baby!", they were, "Wow it looks like she went through hell!". Since I live 4 hours from where my husband and I grew up we had house guests during our 1st few days at home with our newborn. That was the hardest thing I think I've ever been though. I was trying to learn to breast feed, which took me over an hour and she ate every 2, and had to isolate myself in my bedroom. I couldn't feel any of my fingers and couldn't scoot on my bottom, on top of being exhausted, it was hard to sleep when she did b/c she slept all the time, I felt rude leaving my guests for the whole day. Just thinking about providing food and entertainment for guests was almost enough to push me over the edge.
The newborn cry is like a torture device. We never knew what the matter was, was she hungry, was she wet, was she tired, was she bored? You could cut the tension in the air between us with a knife. I think there was a period of time that we didn't speak in normal tones to each other, we snapped. Luckily that time passed quickly, at 3 months we were back to being a loving couple, well now a family. I stopped exclusively breast feeding and that was like lifting a huge weight off my shoulders, there was another option of not letting my daughter starve to death! I went back to work part time and didn't want to worry about packing milk and worrying while at work that I didn't pack enough. It also made visiting family much easier. We did a lot of traveling the first few months of her life. Both of our families are so far and we wanted everyone to get to see her, so we did a lot of group get togethers. It was difficult to nurse in those environments so I would go in a bedroom again and pump for a bottle. Well pumping never gets as much out as she does so I felt like I was in there forever, then I could hear her cry and my blood pressure would hit the ceiling, so I would give her father what I had pumped and then continue to pump some more. I don't think I said 5 words to most of the guests at the parties.
Traveling takes so much longer. When she was a newborn she thankfully slept the entire 4 hour trip to get back home, but as she got older that was not the case. She would wake up and scream and scream and scream. It was great when it was my husband and I, but there were a couple times I had to make the trip alone. I would seriously be banging the back of my head on the head rest. I had heard that you shouldn't let them cry more than 10 minutes, but when you are on the turnpike with no exits and it's 20 minutes until the next rest area, you have no choice. Once it took me over 6 hours to make the trip. I have vowed to never do it alone again. I am not going home until Christmas!
Now she is 6 months and things are awesome! She can play in an exersaucer for more than 10 minutes and she can hold her own bottle, well better than before anyway. She gets some real food snacks and she blows raspberries. She can go 3 hours between feedings making it easier to grocery shop, meet friends for lunch or do a bit of shopping. Ahhh, I can finally relax a bit. We just started to do a parent/tot swim class it is so cute. I did feel a bit guilty after I dunked her but then I remembered labor and delivery and didn't feel so bad. I just wish she fit into bike helmets so that she can go on bike rides with me, I know she would love them.
I am so excited to hear her first words and watch as she experiences new things. She loves to pull on our german shepard, who tolerates her very well, and laughs and laughs. Making her laugh has become our favorite past time. I'm so thankful for her and will know how to enjoy the first few months of the next child knowing what I know now.
Then came the visitors. I hadn't gotten to take a shower so you can only imagine what those pictures looked like. I made my mother take them out of her brag book and stop showing her friends. The comments were not, "Look at the cute baby!", they were, "Wow it looks like she went through hell!". Since I live 4 hours from where my husband and I grew up we had house guests during our 1st few days at home with our newborn. That was the hardest thing I think I've ever been though. I was trying to learn to breast feed, which took me over an hour and she ate every 2, and had to isolate myself in my bedroom. I couldn't feel any of my fingers and couldn't scoot on my bottom, on top of being exhausted, it was hard to sleep when she did b/c she slept all the time, I felt rude leaving my guests for the whole day. Just thinking about providing food and entertainment for guests was almost enough to push me over the edge.
The newborn cry is like a torture device. We never knew what the matter was, was she hungry, was she wet, was she tired, was she bored? You could cut the tension in the air between us with a knife. I think there was a period of time that we didn't speak in normal tones to each other, we snapped. Luckily that time passed quickly, at 3 months we were back to being a loving couple, well now a family. I stopped exclusively breast feeding and that was like lifting a huge weight off my shoulders, there was another option of not letting my daughter starve to death! I went back to work part time and didn't want to worry about packing milk and worrying while at work that I didn't pack enough. It also made visiting family much easier. We did a lot of traveling the first few months of her life. Both of our families are so far and we wanted everyone to get to see her, so we did a lot of group get togethers. It was difficult to nurse in those environments so I would go in a bedroom again and pump for a bottle. Well pumping never gets as much out as she does so I felt like I was in there forever, then I could hear her cry and my blood pressure would hit the ceiling, so I would give her father what I had pumped and then continue to pump some more. I don't think I said 5 words to most of the guests at the parties.
Traveling takes so much longer. When she was a newborn she thankfully slept the entire 4 hour trip to get back home, but as she got older that was not the case. She would wake up and scream and scream and scream. It was great when it was my husband and I, but there were a couple times I had to make the trip alone. I would seriously be banging the back of my head on the head rest. I had heard that you shouldn't let them cry more than 10 minutes, but when you are on the turnpike with no exits and it's 20 minutes until the next rest area, you have no choice. Once it took me over 6 hours to make the trip. I have vowed to never do it alone again. I am not going home until Christmas!
Now she is 6 months and things are awesome! She can play in an exersaucer for more than 10 minutes and she can hold her own bottle, well better than before anyway. She gets some real food snacks and she blows raspberries. She can go 3 hours between feedings making it easier to grocery shop, meet friends for lunch or do a bit of shopping. Ahhh, I can finally relax a bit. We just started to do a parent/tot swim class it is so cute. I did feel a bit guilty after I dunked her but then I remembered labor and delivery and didn't feel so bad. I just wish she fit into bike helmets so that she can go on bike rides with me, I know she would love them.
I am so excited to hear her first words and watch as she experiences new things. She loves to pull on our german shepard, who tolerates her very well, and laughs and laughs. Making her laugh has become our favorite past time. I'm so thankful for her and will know how to enjoy the first few months of the next child knowing what I know now.
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