Well little baby, we got through our first week of daycare. You had a rough first day! You wouldn't eat ANYTHING and I think you cried just about the whole day. It sounded like you occasionally passed out from exhaustion, but as soon as your batteries recharged you were up to cry some more. It got better as the week went on, but you still aren't eating much. You will only eat for Ms. A, and even then it is hit or miss. I want you to eat, but I also really love our nursing relationship and I'm so worried you will start to prefer a bottle! And let's get serious here, you are about the size of an 8 month old, so missing a few ounces during the day isn't going to kill you! Breast is best, baby!
Speaking of size, you have your 4 month well check this week. Using our super scientific bathroom scale and tape measure, we estimate you to be about 17.2 lbs and 26 inches long. It will be interesting to see your actual stats. I don't know why I'm so proud of how big you are. I feed you just the same as every other responsible mother feeds her baby, but you are so fat and wonderful! After all we've gone through with the cows' milk protein intolerance, thrush, plugged ducts, PPD..... we are STILL nursing and you are SO healthy and it just amazes me the way that God has made our bodies work together so perfectly.
Have I mentioned your dairy issues, yet? Well, you have an issues with cows' milk, which means if I eat any milk products then you have very disturbing diapers. This means I can eat pretty much nothing delicious. It has been hard, and I'm hungry a lot... but now I am skinny and you are not so it has all worked out! The doctor says you should out grow this so hopefully you will be able to enjoy all the deliciousness cows' milk has to offer!
You haven't slept much today. We finally got you down, but it is 6:00... too late for a nap but too early for the night. We'll see how much you end up sleeping!!
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Snoozing
Dear Walker,
It is 7:45 right now and you are snoozing away in your swing. I really should put you in bed, but I like having you near. Tomorrow marks back-to-school for 2012, but more importantly it is the day that you will start day care. We dropped you off for a few hours today and I think it went OK. You were looking grumpy in a bouncy seat when I picked you up and one of the girls asked if you always, "have that scowl." No! You have the most precious wonderful smile! And you smile a lot! I hope that you share your sweet personality with your caregivers. I thought I would enjoy my few hours of free time, but I missed you more than I thought I would! Don't get me wrong, you can make getting housework done a challenge...but I was wishing you were here with me this afternoon.
You're dad's hand it still wrapped up like a mitten. He can't do much to care for you right now but he helps as much as he can. He loves you so much. We are lucky to have him leading our family!!
Sleep well tonight, little pup. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
It is 7:45 right now and you are snoozing away in your swing. I really should put you in bed, but I like having you near. Tomorrow marks back-to-school for 2012, but more importantly it is the day that you will start day care. We dropped you off for a few hours today and I think it went OK. You were looking grumpy in a bouncy seat when I picked you up and one of the girls asked if you always, "have that scowl." No! You have the most precious wonderful smile! And you smile a lot! I hope that you share your sweet personality with your caregivers. I thought I would enjoy my few hours of free time, but I missed you more than I thought I would! Don't get me wrong, you can make getting housework done a challenge...but I was wishing you were here with me this afternoon.
You're dad's hand it still wrapped up like a mitten. He can't do much to care for you right now but he helps as much as he can. He loves you so much. We are lucky to have him leading our family!!
Sleep well tonight, little pup. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
From the Beginning
Dear Sweet Walker,
You were 16 weeks old yesterday. I've been thinking of starting this blog for a while now, but as 2012 got closer I decided I should wait until the new year. In part because I was a little lazy, but mostly because I didn't want to have just a few posts for 2011 dangling around.
Let's talk about how you got your start. You "drained your pool" when I was 39 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I was excited, but I waited and waited, and my labor never really started. During my pregnancy with you I saw a group of midwives. I won't go in to why I chose to seek non-traditional care, but I will say that I don't regret it for a minute! Well since I had a midwife managing my labor, I didn't have all of the hoopla about my water breaking and having exactly 24 hours to push you out or else! They were very relaxed, and while they definitely kept an eye on things, I never felt under the gun. So I drank a potion (that just made me poop. A lot), swished some herbs in my mouth, walked around, pumped, but my body had no intentions of letting you out. So after 36 hours we decided to head the hospital. My dreams of floating in a pool and listening to hippie trance music, surrounded by candles were dashed. Off to the hospital, where 20 hours, 2 bags of pitocin, an epidural, and one pair of forceps later, you were finally here! 9 pounds 2 ounces and only a little bit cone headed. AND I avoided being cut open. Score!
I'm not going to lie, sweet baby, the first couple of months of motherhood were not kind to me. I was so so sad. I felt guilty that I had this perfect little boy and all I felt was scared and hopeless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make my heart and my head agree of what to make of my new role as a mom.
**I started writing this post about 4 hours ago. I had to stop to take your dad to the hospital (he burned his hand on the grill.) You were a trooper while we waited for him to get patched up!**
Where was I? Oh yeah, PPD, yadda yadda. I try not to dwell on the rough start we had. I may bring it up from time to time, but hopefully just to show how far we've come. And we've come so far, little one!
In the almost 4 months you've been alive you have changed so much! You hold your head up high! You finally don't cry the second you start tummy time an you can sit in your bumbo seat. You smile and laugh and coo and hold things in your little hands. You're blue eyed, chubby, and so undeniably beautiful (everyone says so!) Sometimes you won't cry all day, but other times you are just as fussy as can be. They say that is normal baby stuff so I try not to get too worked up over it.
Hopefully I can keep up with these letters. Surely some will be funny, some will be serious, and others will share too much information with you and the world wide web. We are making memories everyday, baby Walker. Here's to us.
You were 16 weeks old yesterday. I've been thinking of starting this blog for a while now, but as 2012 got closer I decided I should wait until the new year. In part because I was a little lazy, but mostly because I didn't want to have just a few posts for 2011 dangling around.
Let's talk about how you got your start. You "drained your pool" when I was 39 weeks and 1 day pregnant. I was excited, but I waited and waited, and my labor never really started. During my pregnancy with you I saw a group of midwives. I won't go in to why I chose to seek non-traditional care, but I will say that I don't regret it for a minute! Well since I had a midwife managing my labor, I didn't have all of the hoopla about my water breaking and having exactly 24 hours to push you out or else! They were very relaxed, and while they definitely kept an eye on things, I never felt under the gun. So I drank a potion (that just made me poop. A lot), swished some herbs in my mouth, walked around, pumped, but my body had no intentions of letting you out. So after 36 hours we decided to head the hospital. My dreams of floating in a pool and listening to hippie trance music, surrounded by candles were dashed. Off to the hospital, where 20 hours, 2 bags of pitocin, an epidural, and one pair of forceps later, you were finally here! 9 pounds 2 ounces and only a little bit cone headed. AND I avoided being cut open. Score!
I'm not going to lie, sweet baby, the first couple of months of motherhood were not kind to me. I was so so sad. I felt guilty that I had this perfect little boy and all I felt was scared and hopeless. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make my heart and my head agree of what to make of my new role as a mom.
**I started writing this post about 4 hours ago. I had to stop to take your dad to the hospital (he burned his hand on the grill.) You were a trooper while we waited for him to get patched up!**
Where was I? Oh yeah, PPD, yadda yadda. I try not to dwell on the rough start we had. I may bring it up from time to time, but hopefully just to show how far we've come. And we've come so far, little one!
In the almost 4 months you've been alive you have changed so much! You hold your head up high! You finally don't cry the second you start tummy time an you can sit in your bumbo seat. You smile and laugh and coo and hold things in your little hands. You're blue eyed, chubby, and so undeniably beautiful (everyone says so!) Sometimes you won't cry all day, but other times you are just as fussy as can be. They say that is normal baby stuff so I try not to get too worked up over it.
Hopefully I can keep up with these letters. Surely some will be funny, some will be serious, and others will share too much information with you and the world wide web. We are making memories everyday, baby Walker. Here's to us.
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