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My Newest Suckling Infant 2007-05-26 05:48:01 Meet my new suckling infant; Baby “M”
One day I’ll tell you about the birth of our son. One day I’ll give you all the boring details only a mother needs to share. One day. Today is not that day.
There was only so much I could do for Baby O. I couldn’t teach him how to breath. I couldn’t clear his lungs. Hell, I couldn’t even hold him. But I could try to produce milk and antibodies. And I tried. I AM trying.
It’s not only not going well, there is no chapter in the ”Breast Feeding After A Reduction” bible about what to do if your child is in the NICU. Nobody says how to succeed when you can’t even see him. Nobody chapter says what to do when your breasts dry up in four days.
We taunt nursing mothers in public. We lecture them to cover up. We guilt bottle feeding mothers when they purchase formula. But where is everyone at 2AM and your nipples won’t produce anything and you’re in tears?
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And now a word from our sponsers 2007-05-31 01:58:01 Bring it on, peeps. I need to hear about your toddlers when you brought home your new baby. Just how whacked out did they get? Did they lash out? Regress? Start, oh, I dunno, kicking the wall at nap time yelling Twinkle Twinkle and refuse to go to bed until about 10pm when, up until that time, needed 12 hours of sleep per night?
I’m just guessing here.
So, bring it on. All the stories. Good and bad. ‘Cause some days she’s the perfect big sister and other days we’ve half written up the E-bay post by breakfast.
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tags: newborns parenting siblings toddler two+children
Do’s and Don’ts of a birth story 2007-05-29 07:03:00 There are things I’ve been mulling over for some time now about how we ended up having a baby three weeks early. About how I would cuss and moan about being pregnant right up until the moment they said I couldn’t be pregnant anymore. About the decision to call the doctor and confess I was having contractions for the past 24 hours, they weren’t going away, and they were getting stronger. I’ve been replaying the entire scenario at dinner where I joked with the waitress that I’d try not to have a baby there then reassured her we still had weeks to go even as I squeezed my belly from pain and gripped the table breathing over contractions. I can’t get my doctor’s face out of my mind when he said, “No, it’s tonight. We’re taking him out tonight.” I’ve had to sit and chat with him about that decision no less than three times to hear the words “You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s not your fault, it’s Read more:birth
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A Whole ‘Nothah Level 2007-06-01 23:17:01 I thought I’d be a much more relaxed mom this time around. I had visions of taking our new baby boy to bar-b-ques with friends at the local park, drinking a lovely cold beer and watching our youngins throw rocks in the water. I thought I’d be a lot better with the over-protective side of me that took almost a year with LB before I felt confident I could leave for the weekend and she’d still be alive when I got home.
It was a lovely thought.
Instead, ....... (there’s more here)
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Hand Sanitizers 2007-06-01 22:37:00 With Baby O being so susceptible to sickness, we’re using hand sanitizers a lot here. I got an email and verified it’s truth that purell (and such) can kill your toddler if they eat it. We’re moving all the sanitizers out of reach.
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The baby? He has come out of his stupor. And he is pissed. 2007-06-05 06:07:00 You know how your baby sleeps the entire time they are in the hospital and they wake up pissed off about four hours after you get home? And you know how you tell people, “I have the BEST BABY EVAH!” when you call them from the hospital and they laugh, ask how old she/he is and say, “oh, just wait...” because they know? And then you know how about a week later you call those people back pledging your life if FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY the baby would stop crying?
Yea. I remember. Now.
So, in place of actual posts, you get pictures. PICTURES! WHEE! Because, quite frankly, I’ve started three actual posts and they all end up with “Shit, baby is crying, gotta go.”
And who needs that? Here! Pictures! Looksy!........
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Wherein I scar several men for life 2007-06-10 04:49:00 If you ever think your marriage is going splendidly and your life is really very brilliant, you should take your newborn and your toddler to Babies R Us on a rainy Saturday morning with half of Seattle on a major sleep deficit. Make sure you do it right around lunch and nap-time so you all have a meltdown. And then, inform your spouse that it’s time to pump your (albeit very ineffective) milk producing teats and try to do so in public.
It only sounds like a made for TV movie coming out Summer 2008, but it’s my life.
I recently decided to make use of the battery pack for the pump so I wouldn’t be so tied to the .............
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tags: breast+pump motherhood newborn sacrifces+we+make+for+our+kids+incluing+our+boobies Read more:several
They say it’s your birthday 2007-06-08 14:27:01 Today is the day my C-section was scheduled. I almost made up the birth announcements a month early leaving the weight and length as fill-in-the-blank like a Mad Libs. “Baby O makes his debut in to the world on June 8, 2007. He weighed [number] and was [bigger number] inches. Mommy, Daddy, Baby and LB are doing well.” I’m really glad I didn’t. This is why I don’t do my own illustrations.
I’ve played over the events of May 19th and 20th a million times. I’ve marveled out loud with Mr. Flinger over and over how I’d still be pregnant. “I’d still have three more weeks! Two more days! One more night!” We talk about how strange it was to walk in to the hospital thinking we’d be leaving in three hours and not leave for over three days. The world doesn’t stop when you go in to labor and we left the hospital without our man on a sunny Wednesday evening and waited in line on the freeway ramps behind the commuters
Second verse same as the first… 2007-06-12 06:43:00 Two days after we brought Baby O home from the NICU, we had both kids asleep, the bills paid, and the mail sorted so we took a few minutes to sit on the couch and feel smug. “We rawk this parenting gig, don’t we?” we said to each other. “How awesome are we?” we nudged one another. “Everyone should be like us!” we humbly exclaimed.
Morons.
It wasn’t until Saturday night (or, rather, very very early Sunday morning) that Karma came to bite our ass, as Karma is wont to do. The Little Man woke up, just as we thought he might, and stayed up all night long. Read: All. Night. Long. He’s pulling the night shift these days while LB pulls the day shift and between the two of them, I half expect my brain to explode in about four days.
During that time, very very early Sunday morning in the wee hours of the week where the Saturday night parties are still raging and the Sunday morning church-goers have hours upon hours left to dream, I cus Read more:Second
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You don’t have to be Einstine to google (But I am) 2007-06-17 07:21:00 Last week we talked to another pediatrician about Baby O’s increased crying. Armed with a healthy knowledge of reflux and colic from our previous experience raising a baby, we took fantastic notes for four days before calling with an irrefutable list of evidence. Dr. McYummy agreed and he handed us the flux-juice that promised to make our lives as near normal as parents with a newborn can expect. Life will still suck, he tells us, but it’ll suck a lot less.
Thank you.
We’ve been pushing the flux-juice on Baby O for four days. Life is indeed improving. Baby O cries in an almost predictable pattern and follows all “normal newborn” fussiness. How do I possibly know what normal newborn fussiness is when my last child screamed 5 hours a day for 4 months? Dr. McGoogle.
See, there is scientific evidence that babies peak fussy at 6 weeks. They cry more often at night and there may be no real reason for their inconsolable whine. But there’s hope!
what r u doing? 2007-06-22 06:54:00 I’m desperately behind on all the cool gadgets, what with birthing a baby and whatnot. But I’m making an effort to be cool (don’t laugh). I’m KEWL, DAMNIT. It’s going 2 b awesome. I’m trying out twitter.
Help.
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Month One: AKA sobbing while picturing you going off to college even as you can’t conrtol your neck 2007-06-21 16:15:00 Baby O is one month old. My son, my last born child, the tiny 5 pound little man, is one month old. And I can already picture him walking out of the house in 18 years, loading his car, heading off to college and watching with both pride and tears of remembering the time he was one month old.
We’ve come a long way, Baby O, from people joking about the beach ball under my shirt to those gawking at the beautiful boy I hold. For whatever reason, yours or my body’s, you blessed us almost a month early because you knew we couldn’t wait to love on you. You grew strong quickly in the NICU and dozens upon dozens of people prayed for you and cheered you on. They cheered us all on as we sat by your side every day stroking your arm and whispering words of love and encouragement in your very tiny ears. The first time I held you, I cried. The second time I held you, I cried. The third time I held you I fell asleep thanking the world for bringing in such a lovely little man Read more:Month
You people are brave* updated 2007-06-21 06:22:01 There’s a growing list of people
who are braving the newborn phase even after reading how we’re not sleeping. Kelli, Jen, Zoot, Colleen, and Callibelle just announced their pregnancies. And I’m still waiting for Sarah, Swistle, Charla, Susie. And of course, there’s Erin, kirdito and Domestic Diva both had friends for Baby O last month. Did I forget someone? Because I’m high on sleep deprivation. See, you’ll have company soon, and that’s almost as fun as going out. Almost.
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Miricales, Angels, and a Grande White Chocolate Americano 2007-06-24 21:58:00 Despite being raised Catholic, I do not believe in Angels
. At least, not in the “people in the sky with wings and halos” sense of the word. Much to my Mother’s dismay, I don’t even believe in God. At least not in the traditional “bearded man sipping gin and tonic in the clouds” sort of way. (Doesn’t everyone’s God sip G&T? Or is that just me?)
Maybe I believe in miracles. Maybe I believe good will always triumph over evil in the end. And maybe I believe God uses Starbucks baristas with moppy blond hair and a dopey grin just when you need it most.
We received a stack of discharge instructions about Baby O’s homecoming, most of which scare the ever-living-shit out of me making me a germ-a-phobe hypochondriac, specifically stating that HE CAN NOT GET SICK OR IT’S YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER AT THE MOM-OF-THE-YEAR AWARD. At least, that’s the “cliff’s notes” version. So Friday night when I hea Read more:Grande
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Awesome 2007-06-24 15:19:00 "This picture is to me what I hoped motherhood to be. You know - all those fantasies of gazing at your peacefully sleeping angel, bright sunshiney days of giggles and chubby fingers grabbing at your hand. The smell of that downy little head…
It’s taken nine long hard and often downright horrible months. But I think we’re finally there. “
-From Laura’s Wonderful 9 month post. (Go read it!)
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TODDY! 2007-06-28 07:13:00 I’m making Toddy tonight. Because every parent of a newborn can’t drink enough coffee.
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Did I tell you about the time… (It’s a Play-Along Post!) 2007-06-28 05:45:00 I know I posted a little about Baby O’s birth story. But what you don’t know is that I left out one very ironic and very ME piece of information. It’s the kind of information that rivals walking around the mall with toilet paper stuck to your shoe or your skirt tucked in to the back of your pantyhose. It’s the kind of information that is only horrific if you DON’T tell people and if you do, well, it’s downright hilarious. It becomes an inside joke. It makes you more real. And people, if there’s one thing I am, it’s real.
So there I am, on the operating table, legs spread-eagle, spinal-tap in place vaguely aware of the nurse putting the cathedar in and my doctor turns to his partner and asks him to step up to the table. “Leslie,” he says, “have you met my associate Dr. Needlepoint?” “Uh, no, I don’t believe I have. Usually I like to romance a man first....” I say as I glance down at my precarious
I love this 2007-07-03 22:22:00 LINKS BLOG:
This cracked me up.
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Leaving the house: Like Indiana Jones, if he pooped his pants and yelled “ME DO IT” 2007-07-03 21:28:00 Like everything else in my life as of late, I started to post a “Watch us leave the house: IN REAL TIME” a while back. Then, I dunno, the kids need things. My Mom needs things. I have to pee. Someone throws herself on the ground for a fit and hits her knee yelling, “I BONK! I BONK! I BOOONNK!” I sigh, stand up, and completely give up writing about how it’s impossible to accomplish anything in one sitting. Ironic.
So, instead of real time, here are pieces of “The Flingers Leaving
” filed under “So you think you want two?”
Ahem.......
tags: humor infant mommy motherhood newborn parenting siblings toddler
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