Sunday, April 10, 2016

A Lesson about Preparing for a Baby

Do yoga. Not that pretty "flow" stuff but the kind where you have to just stay in that damned pose for eternity. I'm not kidding. I let my yoga practice slide the past couple years, and I regret it now that I have a heavy baby who has to be carried everywhere and who currently doesn't like being worn in a sling or hauled around in a car seat. My back is picking up the slack from having weak arms. 

Get some WD-40. This I already had, thankfully, but I'm going to start giving it to people at baby showers I think. That plus some carpet cleaner and laundry detergent in bulk. 

Friday, April 8, 2016

A Lesson about Complaints

We've been having mid-80s temperatures these past few days, which I am emotionally unprepared for. The fans are out of the garage, the thermostat has been flipped from heat to cool, and I'm suddenly realizing I have no shorts or tank tops to get me through our ridiculously hot summer. Last summer, I was complaining about how difficult it was to find maternity clothes I liked, but now I'm faced with a whole new body to try to dress. I'm still carrying around a little more weight than my pre-pregnancy body, and my chest is--well, I really just don't have words to describe what's going on there. I'm wondering why I was ever complaining about having to dress my pregnant body or my pre-pregnancy body.

The lesson: The good news is that whatever I think is a problem now will not always be a problem. The bad news is that it will be replaced by a whole new set of problems.

Monday, March 14, 2016

3 Months

Three months is hitting us kind of hard. Sam is likely going through a growth spurt, both physically and developmentally, and everything is whacky. He's tired all the time but doesn't want to sleep. Even though he'd been sleeping in his own crib for more than a month (it's a co-sleeper that we moved away from the bed), he recently started waking up every two hours, and I had to bring him back to my side again so we could get some decent sleep (and it's worked like a charm). He's started drooling off and on and we're wondering if he's started teething.

On the up side, he smiles a lot! I don't ever want him to get teeth or start laughing because his silent, toothless smile is perfect. He's also trying to copy our sounds by saying ooh, aah, and goo all the time. I had no idea babies made such intentional sounds this early on; I always assumed it was just random babbling. Sometimes when I read to him, he starts talking as if he's saying, "You're telling it wrong, Mama. Let me." Occasionally, he grabs and bats at toys, and he's more and more interested in what's happening around him (so I guess it's time to turn off the TV).

Some other 3-month thoughts
  • He had his first vaccines a couple weeks ago, which he (and I) took surprisingly well. 
  • We're experimenting with EC. I just hope to make full potty training happen a little more quickly and without trauma. In the meantime, we've switched to using Blueberry cloth all-in-one diapers. We're happy with them. The Gdiapers were disappointing, I'm sorry to say.
  • This Graco adjustable high chair/booster has been a lifesaver! Sam doesn't care much for the bouncy seat we got from family, but he likes the high chair, and it allows me to cook and even eat for short periods of time.
Time has passed unbelievably fast. I look back at the photos we took the day he was born and I can't believe it's the same baby. He's growing by leaps and bounds and showing his personality more and more every day. We're so in love.

Monday, February 8, 2016

8 Good Things

Keeping it real: unshowered, cleavage up to my neck, Sam being skeptical (as he should be)

Stir Fry

Black bean and potato soup 

Curry chickpeas and vegetables

1. Some really good days. After a couple of exhausting days, one evening recently Sam unquestionably smiled at us for the first time. Those good days and good moments are so very welcome. He's nearing 2 months, growing like a weed (nearly 12 pounds now), and seemingly overcoming his late night gas, so we're all sleeping a little better.

2. Cooking. Because leaving the house with the baby is still kind of daunting, I'm cooking at home almost all the time, and I'm finally eating all that healthy stuff that tends to be ignored in the pantry. There's been a lot of soup--surprise!--but also curry dishes, stir fry, and salads. Vegetables galore! 

3. Seitan. Speaking of cooking, I've really been enjoying seitan. Infinitely better than tofu.

4. Beer. I refrained from drinking alcohol while I was pregnant. I don't normally drink very often, so it seemed like I'd be going out of my way to drink during my pregnancy. Now, it's a treat. I've had a couple of my most favorite beers over the past few weeks, and they were delicious.

5. Feeling pretty good physically. I'm still recovering from pregnancy and delivery, but I feel almost back to normal. I might be going to see a chiropractor to put some things back in order. I think I linked to this some time ago, but I have a renewed interest in body alignment and natural movement, and I really hope to get outdoors more soon!

6. Burlap bag gardening. We're thinking of planting some vegetables soon, and this method looks fairly easy and cost effective. I'm excited at the prospect of having a vegetable garden again!

7. Coffee. Like beer, I'd been refraining, and I still only drink weak coffee once in a while. I definitely missed the caffeine + work combo. 

8. Some really pleasant weather. I hate to say it because it shouldn't be in the 70s in February, but I can't not appreciate a sunny, 75-degree day when I've been cooped up for a couple months.

Monday, January 18, 2016

1 Month

I swore I wasn't going to plaster my child's image all over the internet, but can you blame me? 

The past 5 weeks have certainly flown by in a blur of nursing and lots of terrible daytime TV (secretly, I'm grateful for crime drama marathons).

Some people have asked how motherhood is going. You know? It feels pretty normal actually, which is weird since I had always gone back and forth about wanting kids before. I expected a dramatic change the day he was born, and I was scared because I didn't think I'd handle that well, but it hasn't been like that at all. Basically, it's just one foot in front of the other.

Breastfeeding has gone well, and he happily takes a bottle of breastmilk on the rare occasion I've left the house on my own--both are a big relief. I never realized just how much babies looooove milk. He's put on more than 2 pounds already. 

People also ask me about sleep. I read The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding, and it helped me develop a good attitude towards sleep. For one, I've been lucky in that Sam sleeps in chunks of about 3 hours at night most nights, so it's not bad. For now, he sleeps next to me in bed most the time, which I think helps us both sleep better. But when he's not sleeping well, I try to remember that babies need to wake up to eat. I'm not constantly thinking, "It would be great if he'd just sleep through the night," because no, it wouldn't be. My definition of sleeping appropriately (8 continuous hours of sleep every night) works for our modern life, but that's not to say it's the only way to get enough sleep. At the moment, I'm not stressing too much about sleep.

The hardest part is leaving the house. We have to bring so much stuff, and then I worry about how comfortable he's going to be, and WHAT IF HE CRIES, and it just doesn't seem worth it. I mean, we don't really need groceries, do we? I can't leave by myself unless I've pumped enough milk, but little Sam eats constantly, so it's hard to find a window of opportunity to pump. This is that fourth trimester I've heard women talk about; we're still very much attached. 

We have good days and bad days. In the past week, he's done a lot of waking up (he slept through his first few weeks), and we've officially entered the, "What do you want?" phase as he's figured out grunting and crying. We're learning, though. There's a special kind of joy in getting an infant to fart when he's painfully gassy.

I'm eager to learn more about who this little person is.