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10 Things I Had Forgotten About Having a Newborn

The kids meeting Kaia for the first time at the hospital 3/31/13

So I casually forgot to mention that I had a baby.

I have been on self-imposed hiatus because I needed to focus on my business and step back from doing things that were tremendous time suckers!  I do love to write and share my random thoughts with you, though… and having a newborn (Miss Kaia Jordyn – born 3/31/13) is just perfect inspiration for blogging.

Each day, I am faced with something that reminds me how much I forgot in the three years since having a newborn.  Here are my current Top 10:

1. My baby smells amazing and only bathes once every 3-4 days.  I bathe daily and smell like a mixture of Eau de Spit Up, sour breastmilk, poop and some other unrecognizable scent that I’m praying only I can detect.

2. At first, babies sleep like 22 hours a day.  Then 18.  Then 14… and so on.  If you’re lucky, this goes on for blissful weeks on end.  Yet it’s always this grandiose surprise when one day you’re feeding the baby and then you are wondering why the hell she won’t fall asleep immediately and she looks at you like WTF are you doing with the lights off, rocking and shushing me?  Let’s party!

3. The 5 S’s from Dr. Harvey Karp’s The Happiest Baby on the Block still work to calm the crying – and the Miracle Blanket is truly a miracle.  You may disagree, but if you’re trying to calm your baby and nothing will work, humor me and try doing these 5 things simultaneously (that’s the key word):

  • Swaddling: Tight swaddling provides the continuous touching and support your baby is used to experiencing within the womb.  I use the Miracle Blanket.
  • Side/Stomach position: The infant is placed on their left side to assist in digestion, or on their stomach to provide reassuring support. “But never use the stomach position for putting your baby to sleep,” cautions Karp. Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS) is linked to stomach-down sleep positions.
  • Shushing sounds: These imitate the continual whooshing sound made by the blood flowing through arteries near the womb.
  • Swinging: Newborns are used to the swinging motions within their mother’s womb, so entering the gravity driven world of the outside is like a sailor adapting to land after nine months at sea. “It’s disorienting and unnatural,” says Karp. Rocking, car rides, and other swinging movements all can help.
  • Sucking: “Sucking has its effects deep within the nervous system,” notes Karp, “and triggers the calming reflex and releases natural chemicals within the brain.”

4. The baby makes terrifying sounds like she’s dying.  The grunts and choking noises have me rushing to her like she has a pinecone lodged in her throat.  Of course it’s all normal, but every time she chokes on her spit up, I’m sure she will need medical intervention.  Then when she’s quiet, I worry that she actually DID choke and I did nothing about it.

5. The “EEEE ER EEEE ER” sound of the breast pump and how I immediately transform from human to cow.

6. The ability to simultaneously smile and fart is cute when it’s the baby and not your husband.

7. Newborn babies are very squishy, curled up and alien-looking and this stage does not last long.  They do this eye blinking thing, “O” face and tongue thrust that is so very cute.  They are the best cuddlers EVER!  These days are fleeting.  Since she is not my first or even my second but my very last baby, every milestone hit is both a celebration and a goodbye.  The newborn-sized clothes have made way for 0-3 and we just graduated from N diapers to Size 1.  Sob.

8. YAY – the baby just fell asleep!  You now have a nice stretch of time to unload the dishwasher and watch an episode of The Office.  You gently put her down in some amazingly comfy apparatus so you can eat dinner.  Wrong, moron!  Why did you put her down?  You can’t put a baby down.  And you can’t eat dinner.  Just so dumb of you.  Now you have a 45 minute torturous road ahead before she’s asleep again and you will be eating dinner leaning sideways with one hand like you should have done in the first place.

9. The black hole called Morning.  I get up in the middle of the night and then again at 6:30 with the kids and somehow get them out the door for school.  Then some weird spell is cast over me and I turn around and see that the clock says 11:45 am and I realize that I have been sucked into the black hole yet again.

10. How amazing it is to stare at this beautiful life you created who depends on you for everything – and how happy you are to oblige.  How it makes you feel both invincible and helpless… all-knowing yet not having the answers… flawed, stretch-marked and imperfect yet somehow more beautiful than you’ve felt in a long time.

Happy Mother’s Day to all of you Moms and soon-to-be Moms out there!

A special thank you to my husband for being the most amazing Daddy that three kids could ever wish to have.  I am constantly in awe of how lucky we are.  You are a Daddy with many hats – protector, coach, playmate and entertainer.  Thank you for how present you are in our children’s lives.

 

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Our Potty Princess

Congrats to our big girl, Alexa!  We started over Winter Break very inconsistently due to traveling and long car trips, but when we got home after the New Year, it was big-girl underwear non-stop.  Everyone from teachers to staff at the gym to grandparents lent their support and our home is diaper-free!  Potty training is definitely a job, but Lexi took to it like Hello Kitty underwear on a cute tush :)   Special thanks to the stupid but entertaining potty watch, travel seat toppers, on-the-go wipes, Pull-ups and cheap-o leggings.  Next stop… big girl bed.

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When Bad Things Happen

My heart goes out to all of the families affected today – those that lost their loved ones, and those lives that will forever be altered as a result of the unimaginable tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School.  This is an older article with some advice about how to handle difficult conversations with your children.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15109195/ns/health-childrens_health/t/how-talk-your-kids-about-shootings/

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No More Chopsticks and Cream

(I realize it has been ages since I last wrote.  There was the beginning of Fall, Halloween, a hurricane, Thanksgiving…  But I guess there is no time like the present to write when the moment strikes.)

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Kids say the funniest things – especially at bedtime.  After they’ve been tucked in.  Their 3,406th request granted.  A drink of water, stuffed animals reorganized, monsters chased away, one more kiss.  It’s when they are in the process of actually falling asleep when the “awake dreams” begin…

(10 minutes after Cory and I left their rooms)

Ryan: “Mooooooooooooooooooommmmmm!  Mommyyyyyyyyyyy!”

Alexa: “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmm!  Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!”

I make my way up the stairs and into Ryan’s room.  He’s the easier one to deal with at bedtime.

Me: “Yes, Ry.  What’s wrong?”

Ryan: “I had a bad dream.  You left me on a rocket ship but you lost your pocketbook and your chopsticks and your lips really hurt and you had no money and you couldn’t find me.”

(Just to help you out – chopsticks = ChapStick)

Me: “Honey, I would never leave you on a rocket ship.  It’s my job to take care of you and to always know where you are.  And if I lost my ChapStick, I’d just get another one.”

Ryan: “But you have no money!”

Me: “So I’ll have Daddy buy me some.”

Ryan: “Well, you lost your pocketbook but you can get chopsticks from a friend.  Like you can borrow her pocketbook one day and use her chopsticks and then she’ll take it back the next day.”

Me: “That sounds like a great plan.  Okay, I have to go to your sister now.  She’s screaming and it’s making my blood boil.”

Ryan: “Okay, just promise you will never leave me on a rocket ship.”

Me: “Promise.”

I start down the hall to Lexi’s room.  I hear her begging me to come in.  For some reason, her screams affect me in a way that Ryan’s never could.  With Ryan, I was steadfast – I meant what I said and I stuck to my word.  With Lexi, the sound of her sobbing pulls my heart into a million painful directions.  She really makes you believe that she needs you.  Books, experts and the like will all tell you to go to your child.  There aren’t a lot of cry-it-out fans out there.  We did it with both kids.  Lexi is 2 1/2 and takes great naps but takes way too long to sleep at night.  We’d skip the naps, but she still needs them.

Lexi: “I hurt my ear.  I need cream.”

Apparently, cream fixes everything.  Cream even trumps a kiss.  I go to get the cream, and she demands to put it on herself.  The application isn’t perfect – there is cream all over her ear and some on her hair.

Lexi: “Okay, Mommy.  I better now.  Thank you.”

I get a wet kiss.  She gives the BEST kisses.

Me: “I love you, sweet girl.  Now lie down so I can put your blanket on.”

She doesn’t listen.

“Lex, lie down or I’m going to have to leave without tucking you in.”

Lexi: “Okay, Mommy.”

She’s still standing.  Actually, she’s bouncing up and down.

Me: “Okay, good night Lex.  Sweet dreams.  I’m not coming back to put your blanket on.  Love you.”

I leave.

Lexi: “Mom-MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  Mom-MEEEEEEEEEE!  My blaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnket!”

I go downstairs and proceed to listen to her sobs on the monitor for 15 minutes.  Eventually, Cory finishes in the gym and comes in.  I make him go upstairs, because I didn’t exactly promise that HE wouldn’t come in.

I watch them on the monitor.  She tells Cory that she bumped her head and needs cream on her head.  Even I laugh at the ridiculousness of it.  He tells her that she doesn’t need cream on her head but he rubs and kisses her head and wraps her in her blanket.  She doesn’t buy it.  I watch as she repeatedly touches her head and begs for cream.  Cory tells her that she needs to lay down and he’s not coming back.

The door shuts and now I’m sitting here, I can feel parts of my body clenching in discomfort and I am having trouble breathing.  Cory acknowledges how hard it is to listen to this, but we really need to stop this constant going in to pacify her.  It’s not like we go in more than 2 or 3 times, but still – we’re being taken advantage of and we know it.  I decide against telling Cory that I rocked her to sleep last night when she wasn’t asleep by 10:30.  I guess thinking about it now, she’s gotten worse over the past couple of months.

I know we need to do something.  I just hate this with every fiber of my being!!!!

 

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Just passing by…

Sometimes I am acutely aware of the passage of time.

Like how on the first day of Pre-K I could climb onto the bus, give boatloads of hugs and kisses, take on-the-bus photos, and then have the school call and text that all children arrived safely… and on the first day of Kindergarten how the bus pulled up, Ryan climbed on and he was gone – a little boy amongst comparative giants, stepping out of the bubble and into the world.

Like how…

…I sometimes roll my eyes at the 2,458th special request at bedtime but how I’ll miss these ridiculous stall tactics when my children no longer want me to cuddle “for just one more minute – PLEASE!” or sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with a pajama-clad tush sitting on my head.

…that cute little boy tush in Superhero underwear will be off-limits to me for the rest of my life – probably starting any day now.

…Lexi squeals with delight when I pick out her clothes and magically make everything look good in her eyes – “now THIS is a SWEATSHIRT – sweatshirts are AWESOME!” and “DORA loves this shirt and she’ll be SO happy you wore it!”

…I can no longer pick out Ryan’s Halloween costume for him.  Or his clothes.  Or his shoes.  Or really, anything without his consent.

…I get woken up by having a solid human body cannonball into me at 5:50 a.m. to snuggle under the covers when one day I’ll have to drag that body out of bed for school and get attitude for it.

Although I look forward to watching my kids grow into self-sufficient young adults, a part of me hopes that the little kid within each of them will always need their Mommy.  And I will be there with open arms.

Even for a cannonball.

 

 

 

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Self-Portrait

Ryan usually does some pretty fab stick figure people but when I saw his self-portrait in the hallway at Back to School night, I nearly fell on the floor…

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Posted by Dani in Funny Things My Kids Say

9

We watched our wedding video with the kids on our ninth wedding anniversary.

The beginning was a montage of our baby pictures – Lexi thought she was the little girl and Ryan thought he was the little boy.  When we explained that those were baby pictures of Mommy and Daddy, Ryan got annoyed that he wasn’t invited to the wedding.

When anyone who looked older than 50 walked down the aisle, Ryan asked if they were dead.

The kids danced together when we did our first dance, making a makeshift dance floor out of a tri-fold piece of foam board.

Ryan shouted excitedly when he saw “Sammy’s Mom!” and “Alex’s Mom!” and the rest of the girls who actually were human beings before they were “Someone’s Mom.”

Cory and I smiled and reminisced at the warm, loving memories and marveled at how amazing it was to watch with our beautiful children.

Then they wanted to dance again, so we replayed our Wedding Song… and this time we realized how simple our lives were back then.  Why we were so sane.  And thin.  With hair.  A life.  And patience.  And why we were able to dance in peace – we had no idea what (well, who) was coming less than 4 years from that day….

But as our children bickered in front of us – Ryan trying to figure out how to make Lexi happy by fixing the bent dance floor – we laughed and knew that although our former life seemed eons away, we wouldn’t trade this noisy, chaotic existence for anything in the world.  And if we did it again, we would even invite Ryan.  You too, Lex.

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