As I laid my sleeping child down in his bassinet just now, I rushed to the kitchen to see what I could scarf down for lunch and I caught myself...
Not many people know of my complete disdain for leftovers. I have always had a strict "only pizza or spaghetti" leftover policy. I would turn my nose up at anything else in those damn tupperware containers that haunt my refrigerator for days after they were intended to be eaten. Eric loves leftovers... Usually forgets to eat them... But refuses to let me throw out anything for at least 5 days... Sometimes longer. Ugh.
And now... I eat everything.
Our kitchen has been stocked for the past month, thanks to our parents, and I believe I have now eaten leftovers daily.
Leftover italian food? Heat that shit up! Dry day-old mac and cheese? Hell yeah!
I just inhaled cold rotisserie chicken and it was down right delicious.
I don't even recognize myself anymore...
Other than that, my child is growing like crazy. He is figuring out just how much he should eat as well, which has resulted in a spike in spit up and fun diaper changes at 4am. Sleeping is getting better and today while he's napping I will attempt to find more 0-3month outfits in his closet (since he is now 8lbs 9oz... Giant Monster.) and write thank you notes...
And eat more leftovers...
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
I have a moment so...
Time for some more ramblings!
Being a mom has been getting a bit easier over the past week... Granted it's only been 16 days, but it feels like months. I guess that's what sleep deprivation will do to ya.
Harrison had his 2 week check-up yesterday and I am in love with our pediatrician. He is so relaxed, intelligent and he just makes us feel like we are rocking this parenting stuff. My child is no longer yellow, he's up to 7lbs 8oz and apparently we are doing everything right.
I've had some issues trying to nail down a good nursing routine, so I had tons of questions about feeding times/amounts, etc and was completely reassured that our way is working... Awesome. Quite the change from my interactions with medical staff... Speaking of which, I have my dreaded 2 week check up tomorrow. Thankfully it's with Jenny, the midwife who scheduled the induction, and not either of the 2 women I'm a bit pissed off with. So, she'll be perky and hopefully tell me my insides look great and be happy that I've lost 20lbs in 2 weeks. Yes, 20 freaking pounds. Go me. Too bad that does not get me back into my regular sized pants... Another 10 to go for pre-pregnancy size, then it's time to shed the excess grossness of this stomach. I'm not interested in wearing a bikini or anything, but c'mon. I constantly have to sacrifice my boobs for this little monster, did he have to leave my tummy all squishy and stretch marked?!?
Our new sleep schedule is working out pretty great... I am no longer a zombie, but my bedtime is now 8pm. I sleep until midnight while Eric takes over, then I'm on duty until about 6am. Annie comes over in the mornings so I can get another 2-ish hours, then I'm pretty set for the day. Last night was hard to fall asleep because I feel like I'm really missing out on time with Eric, but sleep is crucial, so we're trying to make the most of the 2.5 hours in between him getting home from work and my modified bedtime.
I had a ton of things I wanted to write about once I had a clear mind, but now it is all escaping me... So, I shall post lots of photos of my sleeping baby... Much more entertaining than my somewhat bitchy updates :)
Being a mom has been getting a bit easier over the past week... Granted it's only been 16 days, but it feels like months. I guess that's what sleep deprivation will do to ya.
Harrison had his 2 week check-up yesterday and I am in love with our pediatrician. He is so relaxed, intelligent and he just makes us feel like we are rocking this parenting stuff. My child is no longer yellow, he's up to 7lbs 8oz and apparently we are doing everything right.
I've had some issues trying to nail down a good nursing routine, so I had tons of questions about feeding times/amounts, etc and was completely reassured that our way is working... Awesome. Quite the change from my interactions with medical staff... Speaking of which, I have my dreaded 2 week check up tomorrow. Thankfully it's with Jenny, the midwife who scheduled the induction, and not either of the 2 women I'm a bit pissed off with. So, she'll be perky and hopefully tell me my insides look great and be happy that I've lost 20lbs in 2 weeks. Yes, 20 freaking pounds. Go me. Too bad that does not get me back into my regular sized pants... Another 10 to go for pre-pregnancy size, then it's time to shed the excess grossness of this stomach. I'm not interested in wearing a bikini or anything, but c'mon. I constantly have to sacrifice my boobs for this little monster, did he have to leave my tummy all squishy and stretch marked?!?
Our new sleep schedule is working out pretty great... I am no longer a zombie, but my bedtime is now 8pm. I sleep until midnight while Eric takes over, then I'm on duty until about 6am. Annie comes over in the mornings so I can get another 2-ish hours, then I'm pretty set for the day. Last night was hard to fall asleep because I feel like I'm really missing out on time with Eric, but sleep is crucial, so we're trying to make the most of the 2.5 hours in between him getting home from work and my modified bedtime.
I had a ton of things I wanted to write about once I had a clear mind, but now it is all escaping me... So, I shall post lots of photos of my sleeping baby... Much more entertaining than my somewhat bitchy updates :)
For Matt Ryan: Eric holding his own baby.
Eric refused to hold babies that were not his... This isn't the 1st picture/1st time, but I like this one... Harrison looks like a little tree frog on his dad :-)
Not very flattering, but we were both wearing blue... And I am alive, there's your proof.
Awesome Redskins shirt... Way too big, but he'll grow into it. Thanks Aunt Nina & Uncle Pete!
Sleeping monster...
And as you all know, it's our 2 year anniversary today! We are planning on going out to dinner... Early of course, and without the little man. I was worried I wouldn't be able to part with him, but I think we need at least an hour or two of normalcy outside the house.
In honor of the milestone, I picked a few pictures from the big day... Always makes me miss Patrick, but helps to remember a wonderful time when everyone was safe and healthy and we were able to party down together.
Our "fake" exit... Didn't want to leave the party, but had to get the picture :-)
9.17.10
Mom and Pat
Marty on the phone from Japan... Only gave me a little shit about getting married ;)
Cutting the cake that had to be moved a thousand times due to heat and poor lighting...
And Patrick again... After we caved and decided to jump on in.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Hey, we had a baby!
So naturally a lot of craziness happened between my last blog post and today...
Mr. Harrison made his debut in a totally unexpected fashion and after a lot of adjustment, I am beginning to feel more normal... Or at least a new version of normal...
This catch up post would be about 10 pages long and take me a week to write if I laid out all of the details, so for now, here is a very shortened timeline. Gory details omitted.
On the 29th, I had my weekly Ob appointment and for the 2nd week in a row my blood pressure was in the scary-high range. When the midwife said we needed to discuss induction, I jumped... nay, leaped, at the offer. She explained the various techniques and scheduled me to be admitted at 8pm the following day.
Well, at 7pm on the 30th she called and said there was no room... She wanted me to come in the next morning instead. I figured that was just one less night in the hospital and the next morning we'd get the show on the road.
I ended up going to the office first to have my insides checked out and my blood pressure was at an all-time high. They admitted me at 10:30am on Friday and started the ridiculously long process at noon.
1st came the Foley Bulb... A fun little contraption used to dilate my cervix to about 4 or 5cm over 8 hours. The contractions got a bit painful and I was given some IV meds, Eric and I watched Law & Order all day.
2nd came the Pitocin. Even more fun. Over night it was supposed to trigger my contractions and get me to dilate to about 8cm. Well, this did not happen. My contractions all but stopped over night and I was stuck at 4cm...
The nurse said we were going to have to explore other options Saturday morning (which included sending me home.) and just as I started to freak out... My water broke.
3rd came the 2nd round of Pitocin... This time it did the trick. And maybe a little too well. The contractions hit me like...well, I don't know like what because I had no clue I could withstand pain like that... And around 9pm I finally got an epidural. Sweet sweet relief...
I was told to get some rest while I dilated the rest of the way. I was finally at 8cm around 3am on Sunday, then a little before 5am I knew it was time. I had made it to push time.
And here's the part we'll have to gloss over...
Let me just say that I now know why no one really talks about the pushing and the pain and the insane emotions that go along with this phase of labor. Even though I had an epidural, the pressure and force used to push was just ridiculous. All of my naive thoughts of a graceful, dignified delivery flew out the window as my amazing husband ended up holding my leg, reminded me to breathe and the nurses counting each push. For 3 and a half hours. Yup.
And then at 8:35am, my little man made his debut. Sunny side up, crying and shaking, I touched his head, they cleaned him up a bit and checked him out since he came out the wrong way, and a few seconds later, he was in my arms. (I'm crying now, so I really don't have any way to describe the feeling... Exhaustion, Relief and Love... So so much love...)
We stayed in the hospital till Monday a noon and then made it home to figure out how to be family.
The past week has been a complete roller coaster. After 3 days in the hospital, I was just destroyed. I cried and cried that I felt like I had no dignity... I cried and cried over the amount of shear shock and awe and love I felt for my husband... And I cried over just about everything else.
My mother-in-law stopped in and I cried to her, my mom came up to help me/us over the weekend and now it's Tuesday... I am no longer crying over everything and the tears that do come are pretty much happy ones.
I miss my brother so much and I can't believe that Eric was there for me like he has been... I mean, the man literally held my leg in the air for 3 and a half hours. I don't think I could've had the strength to do that for someone. And I know no one else would have done that for me.
But we made it.
We have a gorgeous little boy... Our son.
My brother Marty is home for a few weeks and is planning to visit this weekend... Eric is back at work and able to come home early here and there... And I am getting the hang of being a mother. Sleep is a rare commodity, but we're working on that too.
All-in-all, I am in love with my new life, even though it is amazingly hard.
And, yes, I had no clue. No damn clue, but who really does?
Thankfully I have the best support team I could ever dream of.
Oh, and the baby is cute... Thank god I didn't have an ugly baby... :)
Mr. Harrison made his debut in a totally unexpected fashion and after a lot of adjustment, I am beginning to feel more normal... Or at least a new version of normal...
This catch up post would be about 10 pages long and take me a week to write if I laid out all of the details, so for now, here is a very shortened timeline. Gory details omitted.
On the 29th, I had my weekly Ob appointment and for the 2nd week in a row my blood pressure was in the scary-high range. When the midwife said we needed to discuss induction, I jumped... nay, leaped, at the offer. She explained the various techniques and scheduled me to be admitted at 8pm the following day.
Well, at 7pm on the 30th she called and said there was no room... She wanted me to come in the next morning instead. I figured that was just one less night in the hospital and the next morning we'd get the show on the road.
I ended up going to the office first to have my insides checked out and my blood pressure was at an all-time high. They admitted me at 10:30am on Friday and started the ridiculously long process at noon.
1st came the Foley Bulb... A fun little contraption used to dilate my cervix to about 4 or 5cm over 8 hours. The contractions got a bit painful and I was given some IV meds, Eric and I watched Law & Order all day.
2nd came the Pitocin. Even more fun. Over night it was supposed to trigger my contractions and get me to dilate to about 8cm. Well, this did not happen. My contractions all but stopped over night and I was stuck at 4cm...
The nurse said we were going to have to explore other options Saturday morning (which included sending me home.) and just as I started to freak out... My water broke.
3rd came the 2nd round of Pitocin... This time it did the trick. And maybe a little too well. The contractions hit me like...well, I don't know like what because I had no clue I could withstand pain like that... And around 9pm I finally got an epidural. Sweet sweet relief...
I was told to get some rest while I dilated the rest of the way. I was finally at 8cm around 3am on Sunday, then a little before 5am I knew it was time. I had made it to push time.
And here's the part we'll have to gloss over...
Let me just say that I now know why no one really talks about the pushing and the pain and the insane emotions that go along with this phase of labor. Even though I had an epidural, the pressure and force used to push was just ridiculous. All of my naive thoughts of a graceful, dignified delivery flew out the window as my amazing husband ended up holding my leg, reminded me to breathe and the nurses counting each push. For 3 and a half hours. Yup.
And then at 8:35am, my little man made his debut. Sunny side up, crying and shaking, I touched his head, they cleaned him up a bit and checked him out since he came out the wrong way, and a few seconds later, he was in my arms. (I'm crying now, so I really don't have any way to describe the feeling... Exhaustion, Relief and Love... So so much love...)
We stayed in the hospital till Monday a noon and then made it home to figure out how to be family.
The past week has been a complete roller coaster. After 3 days in the hospital, I was just destroyed. I cried and cried that I felt like I had no dignity... I cried and cried over the amount of shear shock and awe and love I felt for my husband... And I cried over just about everything else.
My mother-in-law stopped in and I cried to her, my mom came up to help me/us over the weekend and now it's Tuesday... I am no longer crying over everything and the tears that do come are pretty much happy ones.
I miss my brother so much and I can't believe that Eric was there for me like he has been... I mean, the man literally held my leg in the air for 3 and a half hours. I don't think I could've had the strength to do that for someone. And I know no one else would have done that for me.
But we made it.
We have a gorgeous little boy... Our son.
My brother Marty is home for a few weeks and is planning to visit this weekend... Eric is back at work and able to come home early here and there... And I am getting the hang of being a mother. Sleep is a rare commodity, but we're working on that too.
All-in-all, I am in love with my new life, even though it is amazingly hard.
And, yes, I had no clue. No damn clue, but who really does?
Thankfully I have the best support team I could ever dream of.
Oh, and the baby is cute... Thank god I didn't have an ugly baby... :)
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