Peter was a grouch yesterday morning. He was sleepy and tired and wanted to be up and then wanted to nap. It probably would have just gone over much better if I had just laid down with him and slept. Nope I continuously laid down with him for thirty minutes and got up which resulted in him waking up five minutes later. Or I would sling him and then transfer the sling to the swing resulting in a little more of a nap but not much.
Eventually the grumpy screaming child wound up in the bathtub with me where he happily cooed and tried to laugh because his laugh really hasn't come in yet. He happily thrashed around for thirty minutes. I fed him til he stopped nursing and then called Travis to get him. Immediately after the transfer from my wet arms to the dry towel the screaming ensued. I mean blood curdling screaming. I was just too tired yesterday, he wasn't hungry and I reasoned that he would be doing the same thing with me I would just have to keep trying different things to get him to stop crying. So I continued to wash my hair, slightly faster though, panic was ensuing in my heart from not picking up the crying baby. When all of a sudden it stopped. I called out of the tub to ask Travis if he was still in the apartment and he's like "yes" then I hear "crap you just woke him up." ooooohhhh pullleeeeezzzzz, he's Peter, he's a sleeping baby it happens. I laugh and keep bathing.
After getting dressed for the day (it's 3pm btw) I walk out to the living room where Travis is rolling back and forth on the exercise ball with Peter on his chest sleeping. All very well and everything but Peter was still in a towel. I was starving so I seized the opportunity and went to the store. Sure the panic was written all over Travis' face. "what do i do if i he wakes up????" lol Making a long story short, they both survived unscathed, actually they were right where I left them and Peter slept the whole time. See what happens when you let him sleep touching someone??? A whopping one and half hour nap.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
sleepy happy baby
yesterday we closed on the house. it's super exciting to be home owners, we got the keys and garage door openers and we can move in whenever we get around to it. first we want to replace tile in the bathroom, do a little painting, work on the floors and slowly pack up our stuff. how much stuff can there possibly be to pack up in a one bedroom apartment you might ask? according to travis, you have no idea. lol
peter spent most of the day in the car yesterday sleeping poor baby. every time he fell asleep i ended up having to unbuckle him and wake him up again. he'd get really grouchy and then fall back asleep only to be placed back in his car seat woken back up again and locked in. over-all he was really really good. he was buckled in and out six time yesterday. only once did he start crying and crying really hard. fortunately i have become talented at leaning over the seat to nurse. lovely. immediately he stops crying, letting go every few minutes to make a loud complaining noise, i guess to let me know that he's still mad about being locked up. well me too.
after picking travis up from work yesterday we decided to stop at the botanical gardens. i haven't been to the botanical gardens here in austin, but i have fond memories of the gardens back in SA. it was a really hot evening and we walked around for about an hour. beautiful roses and huge huge trees. we got some ideas and thoughts for what we would like to do. peter slept through most of it, he really likes to be in the sling or in the wrap
peter spends most of his days happily eating then sleeping through the rest of it. he periodically wakes up and doesn't want to eat and is very happy and content to just play. playtime consists of making faces and testing out the legs. stretching and making faces. apparently all that eating and sleeping pays off because the kid is getting quite the little belly.
we were only home for a short time yesterday afternoon. just enough time to get in a full meal and then have diaper blow out. the result was both of winding up in the tub. he's such a good little water baby. he kicks and thrashes and waves his arms around. he was happy in there for about thirty minutes. anyway i'm having a hard time sticking to one subject. he's so much fun to talk about!
peter spent most of the day in the car yesterday sleeping poor baby. every time he fell asleep i ended up having to unbuckle him and wake him up again. he'd get really grouchy and then fall back asleep only to be placed back in his car seat woken back up again and locked in. over-all he was really really good. he was buckled in and out six time yesterday. only once did he start crying and crying really hard. fortunately i have become talented at leaning over the seat to nurse. lovely. immediately he stops crying, letting go every few minutes to make a loud complaining noise, i guess to let me know that he's still mad about being locked up. well me too.
after picking travis up from work yesterday we decided to stop at the botanical gardens. i haven't been to the botanical gardens here in austin, but i have fond memories of the gardens back in SA. it was a really hot evening and we walked around for about an hour. beautiful roses and huge huge trees. we got some ideas and thoughts for what we would like to do. peter slept through most of it, he really likes to be in the sling or in the wrap
peter spends most of his days happily eating then sleeping through the rest of it. he periodically wakes up and doesn't want to eat and is very happy and content to just play. playtime consists of making faces and testing out the legs. stretching and making faces. apparently all that eating and sleeping pays off because the kid is getting quite the little belly.
we were only home for a short time yesterday afternoon. just enough time to get in a full meal and then have diaper blow out. the result was both of winding up in the tub. he's such a good little water baby. he kicks and thrashes and waves his arms around. he was happy in there for about thirty minutes. anyway i'm having a hard time sticking to one subject. he's so much fun to talk about!
Friday, April 23, 2010
waiting on sleep
It's 6:30 I've been awake, wide awake, browsing magazines, checking webpages and walking the floor since 5:30. This has become a usual habit for the two of us, Peter and me. He wakes up precisely ten minutes before the neighbors alarm and will not be sedated by nursing he wants up. So we get up and play for a few minutes. I pop him in the bouncer where he sleeps fitfully for about 15 minutes. I take him out and nurse him, pop him in the sling where he sleeps fitfully thrashing and moaning til he really passes out around 6:15. Currently I transferred him to the swing and am waiting to see if that will work. If he's still out in ten minutes I'll sneak off to my room and catch so zzz's. None of this particularly bothers me, I know I'll catch up on sleep eventually and who can really complain when they really only have to get out of bed once or twice tops with a newborn?
What bothers me? The little grunty groany noises that wake me up to feed and the kicking while feeding, that doesn't bother me. The little piglet. Neither does the new found ability to continuously pat someone on the back while snoozing yourself. What's truly frustrating is no breast - eye coordination skills which equal me stumbling out of bed hitting the wall and feeling like cursing looking for the stupid switch on the night like. Crawling back to bed over the baby to switch feedings to the other side and listening to a voice make snarky comments during the night. I do not appreciate grouches in the night. Even if the said grouch doesn't remember what they said the next morning. It puts me in a foul mood. In the middle of the night, who wants to be in a foul mood over something someone who is sleeping says? Yea know what, if you don't want your precious sheet pulled off you by accident then sleep somewhere else. :-) Thus is the train of thought when you are the one who is the human feeding machine. Not that I mind, just the snarky comments from other sleep deprived people. How sleep deprived does one get I might wonder when they don't have someone suckling three to four hours at night though? hmmm? Well Peter is still out so off to bed for thirty minutes. Then shower time and going to close on our house!
What bothers me? The little grunty groany noises that wake me up to feed and the kicking while feeding, that doesn't bother me. The little piglet. Neither does the new found ability to continuously pat someone on the back while snoozing yourself. What's truly frustrating is no breast - eye coordination skills which equal me stumbling out of bed hitting the wall and feeling like cursing looking for the stupid switch on the night like. Crawling back to bed over the baby to switch feedings to the other side and listening to a voice make snarky comments during the night. I do not appreciate grouches in the night. Even if the said grouch doesn't remember what they said the next morning. It puts me in a foul mood. In the middle of the night, who wants to be in a foul mood over something someone who is sleeping says? Yea know what, if you don't want your precious sheet pulled off you by accident then sleep somewhere else. :-) Thus is the train of thought when you are the one who is the human feeding machine. Not that I mind, just the snarky comments from other sleep deprived people. How sleep deprived does one get I might wonder when they don't have someone suckling three to four hours at night though? hmmm? Well Peter is still out so off to bed for thirty minutes. Then shower time and going to close on our house!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Milk Drunk
I never thought that feeding a baby would be so entertaining! Peter grunts and growls and groans the entire time he eats. He also sucks away determinedly through hiccups and while coughing because he inevitably chokes on milk. When he finally does drift off into milk happy sleep his little chin drops and a huge mouthful of milk dribbles down his chin onto his chest. Accompany that with big wide baby grins and it's bliss to sit around on the couch all day and feed him. Even if I do complain that he's been glued to me all day. It's really not so bad when you throw in the milky grins and coos.
We are clear to close on our house, all that is left to do now is set up a time and date to go in an sign the paperwork. I'm so excited. It's all happening really quickly and it's all so great. So Travis got a job in January, we had Peter in March and closing on a house soon, all before celebrating our one year anniversary which is right around the corner.
We are clear to close on our house, all that is left to do now is set up a time and date to go in an sign the paperwork. I'm so excited. It's all happening really quickly and it's all so great. So Travis got a job in January, we had Peter in March and closing on a house soon, all before celebrating our one year anniversary which is right around the corner.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
2 week check up
BTW we had the baby. Birth pictures and short story to follow later.
Oh the tears, the actual tears streaming down the face. Babies I've noticed don't have real tears immediately but now Peter's have come in and it's very very sad. We went in for our two week check up yesterday. A little late but better late then never. We were doing the newborn screening test so that involves poking the heel to get blood samples. His poor little foot wouldn't bleed. We wrapped it in a hot wet rag before stabbing it and nothing happened. She did it again and just a tinny little drop and even after squeezing it only bled enough to cover one of the little baby circles out of the five you have to fill. Each time she poked him they told me just hold him tight don't let him squirm and don't bounce him or rock him when he screams. HELLOOO talk about mom torture. Oh well after the third poke we got enough blood to cover four circles and half a fifth and just called it good.
Peter has had one of those weekends. He's met way more people in a single weekend then he's met ever and had a couple new experiences. Some good, some bad, some funny ones and some we hope to never go through again.
We met the puppies. Mudge is a sniffer and a cuddler and was happy to check out the new baby and plop down on the floor next to me. Rocky's more of a loud excited approach. BOUNCE BOUNCE sniff sniff and that's about all.
Peter stayed with the kiddos, grandpa and oma for an entire hour while mommy picked up Travis from the hair cutters, went to home depot, came back home, packed and got something to drink. Not a peep, perfect little guy.
Went to our first coffee shop, met Kolbe and had an accident over Daddy's arm, and the table much to my great amusement. It always makes me laugh when Peter pees on someone other then myself. I get peed on so often at this point in time it's barely noticeable. :-)
Met Uncle Christopher on R&R from Iraq. Spent an entire hour in church being held by no one other then him much to the dismay of everyone else in the family. The family is very into baby hogging and no on is very good at sharing. That's why my dad spent a chunk of time pouting because no one would share.
My sister Lauri Anne had her first Communion and we all had cake that was great.
Walked into the kitchen and discovered Uncle Jacob giving Peter chocolate. Babies don't need chocolate thank you!
Peter had his first hysterical crying fit. Poor Peter, we're still not sure if when we cry mom will get us right away. So he's been testing me. All day yesterday and the day before. Hopefully this will stop soon.
All in all it was a good weekend. We probably won't be going back to see family to visit until next month and then I'll probably be staying for a week so I can really visit with everyone. There's never enough time in the weekend to get everyone in that wants to see you. Plus by then he'll be a little older, a little bigger and I won't be as worried about germs. Yea, right.
It's really frustrating for me stepping up and being the grown up. I'm realizing though as I'm going through this journey of being a mom that I have to be in charge of the surroundings otherwise people walk all over you. Ultimately I do no what's best for him and why shouldn't I? I spend 24 hours a day with him and there's no reason I should cave in to the stranger who lectures me on not letting that lovely old couple hold him for just a little bit. Or the family who continuously says, "Oh he's really okay" no he's really not. The reason we experience so little crying over here at our house is because we really que into Peter's noises. He never gets to the crying stage. Some noises we no know mean he's hungry, mother's mean he wants in the bouncer or swing, other's mean he needs his diaper changed. When I hear something and I know that he needs food or he wants to be down and I tell such and such person that and there response is "no honey he's just fussy or no he's just fine, just watch." That's not okay. It's disrespectful, it's rude and I end up getting really upset and not saying anything until Peter gets really really upset. That's not okay either. I'm going to have to learn to just stand up for myself and him and get him before the tears start. Because I do know his signs and I shouldn't give in just because they're family or older or whatever. Just because I don't want to let him cry doesn't mean that we're coddling him and that he won't be independent. Every parent does things differently, doesn't mean it's wrong it's just different. We have the right to do things how we wish to do them and input should only be given when asked. Enough of a rant for now, off to bed again it's 6AM. lol
Oh the tears, the actual tears streaming down the face. Babies I've noticed don't have real tears immediately but now Peter's have come in and it's very very sad. We went in for our two week check up yesterday. A little late but better late then never. We were doing the newborn screening test so that involves poking the heel to get blood samples. His poor little foot wouldn't bleed. We wrapped it in a hot wet rag before stabbing it and nothing happened. She did it again and just a tinny little drop and even after squeezing it only bled enough to cover one of the little baby circles out of the five you have to fill. Each time she poked him they told me just hold him tight don't let him squirm and don't bounce him or rock him when he screams. HELLOOO talk about mom torture. Oh well after the third poke we got enough blood to cover four circles and half a fifth and just called it good.
Peter has had one of those weekends. He's met way more people in a single weekend then he's met ever and had a couple new experiences. Some good, some bad, some funny ones and some we hope to never go through again.
We met the puppies. Mudge is a sniffer and a cuddler and was happy to check out the new baby and plop down on the floor next to me. Rocky's more of a loud excited approach. BOUNCE BOUNCE sniff sniff and that's about all.
Peter stayed with the kiddos, grandpa and oma for an entire hour while mommy picked up Travis from the hair cutters, went to home depot, came back home, packed and got something to drink. Not a peep, perfect little guy.
Went to our first coffee shop, met Kolbe and had an accident over Daddy's arm, and the table much to my great amusement. It always makes me laugh when Peter pees on someone other then myself. I get peed on so often at this point in time it's barely noticeable. :-)
Met Uncle Christopher on R&R from Iraq. Spent an entire hour in church being held by no one other then him much to the dismay of everyone else in the family. The family is very into baby hogging and no on is very good at sharing. That's why my dad spent a chunk of time pouting because no one would share.
My sister Lauri Anne had her first Communion and we all had cake that was great.
Walked into the kitchen and discovered Uncle Jacob giving Peter chocolate. Babies don't need chocolate thank you!
Peter had his first hysterical crying fit. Poor Peter, we're still not sure if when we cry mom will get us right away. So he's been testing me. All day yesterday and the day before. Hopefully this will stop soon.
All in all it was a good weekend. We probably won't be going back to see family to visit until next month and then I'll probably be staying for a week so I can really visit with everyone. There's never enough time in the weekend to get everyone in that wants to see you. Plus by then he'll be a little older, a little bigger and I won't be as worried about germs. Yea, right.
It's really frustrating for me stepping up and being the grown up. I'm realizing though as I'm going through this journey of being a mom that I have to be in charge of the surroundings otherwise people walk all over you. Ultimately I do no what's best for him and why shouldn't I? I spend 24 hours a day with him and there's no reason I should cave in to the stranger who lectures me on not letting that lovely old couple hold him for just a little bit. Or the family who continuously says, "Oh he's really okay" no he's really not. The reason we experience so little crying over here at our house is because we really que into Peter's noises. He never gets to the crying stage. Some noises we no know mean he's hungry, mother's mean he wants in the bouncer or swing, other's mean he needs his diaper changed. When I hear something and I know that he needs food or he wants to be down and I tell such and such person that and there response is "no honey he's just fussy or no he's just fine, just watch." That's not okay. It's disrespectful, it's rude and I end up getting really upset and not saying anything until Peter gets really really upset. That's not okay either. I'm going to have to learn to just stand up for myself and him and get him before the tears start. Because I do know his signs and I shouldn't give in just because they're family or older or whatever. Just because I don't want to let him cry doesn't mean that we're coddling him and that he won't be independent. Every parent does things differently, doesn't mean it's wrong it's just different. We have the right to do things how we wish to do them and input should only be given when asked. Enough of a rant for now, off to bed again it's 6AM. lol
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