Friday, April 28, 2006

Desperate Housewife and more...

I am a desperate housewife. I'm a housewife who's desperate to get her gardens in! Right now, my garden is covered in yard debris that needs to be burned. However, there's been a burn ban. When it rains, by the time the pile is dry, the burn ban is back in place!'s early to get the full garden in, but I could at least start peas and spinach.

Bubby made it healthfully to a month old, and he's made it to his due date! Now I can stop treating him like a preterm and start treating him like a newborn. He's taken to it wonderfully. :) I am eager to get him in his nursery, though.

Speaking of which, my brother will be moving out in a couple of weeks. Hubby and I hate to see him go, but he'll be done with his semester at college. Hubby wishes we could afford to put the second storey on the house now so my brother can move back in August. I wish the same thing, but we simply don't have enough equity in the house yet.

There's a waterfall about a mile away back in the woods from Taigh Beag. You have to take an ATV to get there. Our neighbor took hubby to see it a few times during their ATV treks. I haven't seen it yet and I'm an avid small waterfall lover! (I prefer little waterfalls in woods and mountains to the large Niagara ones). Hubby hasn't taken me to see it because I was pregnant and he didn't think the jostling on the ATV would be good for me. Now, I have our son to take care of. But I did come up with a plan. I'm going to have my sister babysit sometime and have my husband take me to the waterfall. Maybe I'll even pack a lunch so we can have a little date. :)

Oh, and I've employed a new method! On Sundays (that's when we get the weekly ads and coupons), I plan the dinner menu for the week and make out my grocery list. On Mondays, I grocery shop in the morning and in the afternoon when my son is asleep, I cook all the meals and stash them away. You see, my son is still a little unpredictable and is sometimes awake when it's time to cook dinner. This way, even if he is awake, all I have to do is heat dinner up. Also, this eliminates daily stress on cooking from scratch and saves me time in prep and clean up! It's worked out so well this week! Plus, it's fun pouring over recipes and cookbooks on Sunday afternoons.


Saturday, April 22, 2006

Keeping Up Appearances

During my pregnancy, I remember hearing horror stories of new moms going for days without showers, never getting their make-up on, wearing the same pjs all day for days straight, etc. I even have first hand experience in dropping by a new mom's house and her answering the door in her bathrobe, hair a mess and face unwashed at 2 in the afternoon. I really hoped I wasn't one of those.

Thankfully, I've been able to instill this part of the routine with my son. After his morning feeding and diaper change, I put him in his carseat and set him in the bathroom. He fusses a little, but the white noise of the bathroom fan and the shower going quickly calms him. He falls asleep on his own while I shower.

Also, I've been blessed with a bathroom that has a large vanity. On one side of the sink, I cleared a space and turned it into a changing table. It's great because Bubby likes to look in the mirror, and I have easy access to the sink. He fusses less when I clean him off with a warm, wet washcloth instead of cold wipies. I can also wash my hands right away after changing him. If he's calmly watching the goings on in the mirror, I take the opportunity to fix my hair and put on make-up if I didn't have a chance during his nap time. At night, I use this time to wash my face before bedtime.

One of the greatest things about having a baby in the springtime is the nicer weather. To help me get back in shape, Bubby and I go for walks nearly every day. Following Tracy Hogg's EASY routine, I start the walk after a feeding during his activity time. By the end of the walk, if he hasn't fallen asleep himself, it's time to put him down for a nap. Works great!

Housework is another issue. I've kept up fairly well. I still seem to have pregnancy nesting, maybe because I'm still supposed to be pregnant. Last night, Bubby was overtired and just would not settle down, so I never got a chance to do dishes. I better pop off line and get them done before my dear one wakes up.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Maternal Skills

It's amazing how many mothering skills do not just come naturally, but are actually learned. Perhaps that's why they're skills. I sometimes wish I were like animals and had great instincts. I bet I do anyway, I just don't realize it. There are too many outside factors that cause me to self-doubt.

Anyhow, there is one skill that I am naturally good at. I realized it yesterday. It's butt sniffing. Without even thinking, many times I hoist my son up in the air, put nose to bum and inhale in search of those telltale odors.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Progress so far

Bubby is 4 weeks old today, 28 days. They're right. Time does fly! As for the colic, I'm still not so sure it's actually COLIC colic. Yesterday, I followed Tracy Hogg's (Baby Whisperer) advice and followed the EASY system. Eat, Activity, Sleep, You time. I also followed the Bubby's cues and a few other tidbits of advice and we both did MUCH better. He had regular intervals of sleep, adequate active time, and at night, he slept in two 2-hour blocks and then a 2 1/2 hour block. The only major screaming was from 2 to 3 in the morning, and that was solved by playing his nature sounds CD and rocking him in his carseat.

He's still a gassy baby, hence why I think he prefers his carseat. It's more comfortable for him to be upright.

Not much for cleaning today. I have a dentist appointment. My wisdom teeth need to come out, so they're starting the preliminaries for that; x-rays and the like. I hope they can get them out soon. I'm in pain!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Spring Cleaning Kinda Delayed

Colic has struck Taigh Beag. I only got the fixtures and mirror done in the bathroom yesterday. Oh, and I did manage to tidy the enclosed porch. Bubby was up for 7 hours screaming and crying. Nothing I did could soothe him, the poor dear. Thankfully, we're seeing the doctor on Friday, but I have a good idea what he's going to say: "Welcome to colic." I'm not sure I believe in colic in that people say it's just a phase baby's go through, but it is clear to me that Bubby's little tummy is gassy and uncomfortable for him and that in turn makes him upset. Gas drops don't help much.

I HAVE to get sewing done, so my mother is coming over this afternoon to lend a hand with tidying up.

As for the no dairy, I did well yesterday. For dinner, I sauteed chicken, green pepper, tomato, spinach and garlic and served it over plain egg noodles. The fellows got a chicken and rice bake, cottage cheese and leftover baked beans.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Spring Cleaning: Bathroom Part 1

Yesterday, I started Spring Cleaning. I started work on the bathroom. I scrubbed the tub and shower and I cleaned out and reorganized the drawers to the vanity. I tossed out almost all of my scented body lotions and some old make-up. Not only weren't I using them, but being more than a year old, there was a chance for them to be rancid.

For the tub and shower, I splurged and bought Kaboom Ultra Scrub. It was on sale for $2.99. I'm so glad I did because it actually worked on that old, caked on soap scum!! And the best is it's non-toxic.

I was supposed to clean the light fixtures, too, but I had a colicky infant to deal with.


Non-Dairy Diet and the Colicky Infant

Last night Bubby unmistakably had colic, so I've been frantically doing research on colic. The internet isn't much help, really. Everyone has an answer, but they don't all match. However, the most oft repeated colic remedy is "eliminate dairy." (Only one website suggested that dairy isn't the culprit because milk is produced from mother's blood, not mother's digestion). So, as of today I'm eliminating dairy.

I cut back on dairy before. Well, I cut out most cheeses. This helped, but he's still gassy and last night he was horribly gassy. I thought there was no way I was going to sacrifice my milk intake. I love milk. I just bought a gallon of skim, two bags of cereal, cottage cheese, and cheesecake snack bars. Not to mention I planned a pasta bake and a calzone for dinners during the week. Then, I looked at my screaming son in my husband's arms, and I knew that cutting out dairy was a small price to pay for my son's comfort and his daddy's peace of mind.

There is another silver lining. Call it Pollyanna's glad game, but cutting out dairy should help me drop those post pregnancy pounds, too. After all, milk is in so many things, and it's usually fatty. Milk is in almost all snack foods.

So, now I'm on a quest to find good food to eat that doesn't include dairy. This is gonna be a challenge, but I'm up for it!


Sunday, April 16, 2006

Ressurection Sunday!

Christ the Lord is Risen today, Hallelujah!!

Happy Ressurection Sunday!

Remember to thank Jesus for dying for our sins!

Sense of humor back

I re-read my previous post. It is now 8 am and yes, God did grant me sleep, just as His Word says! Despite Bubby only sleeping in 2 hour blocks and wanting to party for 2 1/2 hours in the middle of the night, overall, I got somewhere between 5 and 7 hours of sleep. That's pretty good for a mother of a 3 week old! Thank you, Jesus!

Bubby doesn't find it humorous, though. He's the one dealing with gas, the poor thing.

Psalm 127 for mothers of infants

Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

It's funny how God granting sleep and verses on the blessings of having children are together in this Psalm. Unfortunatly, my sense of humor is greatly diminished as it is noe 12:30 am and I've been up with my confused son for the past 2 hours. He still thinks night is day, even though he's up more during the day and I try to keep him up during the day rather than sleep it through.

Saturday, April 15, 2006


I'm unloading 2 ways: Spring cleaning and losing my baby weight.

Spring Cleaning: I can tell this is going to be hard with a newborn. I'm used to doing things when I want to. Now, I have to work around my sweet son. So, rather than keep my expectations high and get it all done at once, I'm going to space out my spring cleaning. Also, some rooms will wait until my brother moves out because they contain baby stuff that'll go in the nursery once it's finished. I'll post my room by room, project by project progress on this blog. :)

Weight Loss: When I got pregnant, I was 130 lbs and attempting to drop a few. When I gave birth, I was 160 lbs. 2 weeks after giving birth, I weighed in at 144 lbs. My goal then was to drop 20 lbs. So far, I've dropped 2! I'm happy because I've been able to go for walks, though it's still too early to start a regular exercise regime. I haven't had my 6 week check-up yet. I do have a weakness, though. I have a horrible sweet tooth for cookies and cakes and pastries now. I'm addicted to Golden Oreos!! I'm also hungry a lot. Probably to keep up with the milk production. So long as I keep my diet balanced and eat regularly, I do well. :)

Now, off to have some lunch.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

A milestone

Bubby's cord stump fell out last night! Now, he has the cutest belly button!

Thursday, April 06, 2006


Hubby and I are switching.....where we sleep that is.

Due to hubby's highly physically and mentally demanding job, I have round the clock baby care. He does not have to wake up in the wee hours to take care of Bubby. Besides, he can't breast feed anyway. :) When people scoff at this, I tell them I'd rather be tired than have a dead husband. He really needs his sleep. Besides, I can sleep during the day. Thankfully, I'm one of those people who can sleep just about any time just about anywhere. Especially now.

When Bubby came home from the hospital, hubby graciously let us have the master bedroom. We live in a 2 bedroom house. What is going to be Bubby's nursery is currently occupied by my brother who's staying here until he finishes college in May. Hubby slept in the living room.

After two weeks of this, I can see the toll it's taking on my husband. He's tired, sore and sorely misses sharing our bed. I also have a problem with staying awake in the bedroom when Bubby's awake. I don't know how many times I've accidentally fallen asleep while holding Bubby, only to wake up 2 or 3 hours later with him thankfully still in my arms and alive. I'm so afraid of SIDS.

So, as of tonight, hubby's moving back into the bedroom and Bubby and I are moving into the living room. I need access to the kitchen and bathroom anyway without disturbing hubby. Plus, I'll have access to the computer and DVD player should I need extra help staying up with Bubby (who thinks it's party time at 3 am). PLUS, when Bubby settles down for his 2 hours of sleep before the alarm goes off, I can feel safe leaving him in his cradle in the living room and go snuggle with hubby on the bed. Hubby will also get a better night's sleep on the bed. All bases covered!

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Birth Story

Thursday, March 23rd at 2 in the morning, I awoke to wetting my underwear. I quickly got out of bed and went to the toilet. Something told me it wasn't urine. When it just kept coming and coming, I knew my water had broken. But I was confused. I'm early and I wasn't having any contractions at all. So, in between changing pads, I poured over my pregnancy books. They all came to the same conclusion. If your water breaks before 37 weeks, get thee to a hospital! (I had every intention on staying home until labor got more progressive). So, I called the doctor. He told me to get to my birthing hospital. By this time, it was 3 am and I was having menstrual-like cramps, but nothing that really hurt.

I woke up hubby and told him I had to go to the hospital. He seemed a little miffed and figured it was a false alarm. I kept telling him that when the water breaks, it is no false alarm. Baby's coming! He kept insisting my water didn't break and that I wasn't in labor. This was his way of coping with the excitment. He even dressed for work thinking we'd be home before 6 am with a bed-rest order for me.

On the way to the hospital, we chatted and he said that it wasn't labor until contractions were three minutes apart. As if on cue, my contractions started coming 3 minutes apart, but they were bearable and I could talk through them.

Sometime between 4 and 4:30 am, we were at the hospital and I was prepped for examination. My room was like the Hilton! It was huge and cozy and even had a living room area for guests, hardwood floors and cabinets and it was quiet. I thought I was the only laboring woman there, and was surprised to hear that 5 other ladies were giving birth too. Hubby still held out hope that it was false labor. But after a check-up, it was determined that I was 4 cm along already. My doctor was called and a bracelet was snapped onto my wrist. The assistant told me that I wasn't leaving without a baby. That's when I looked at hubby and it hit him that it was REALLY happening. His little wife was having his son right here right now.

After some more fiddling around, IV's and the like, hubby and I were left alone to chit chat some more. Contractions weren't too bad, and a nurse suggested I go for a walk. 4 laps around the reception area and I could no longer stand during contractions. I went back in my room and the contractions became harder. I became more vocal. The nurse suggested a shower, but told me she had to monitor the baby for 15 minutes first. That was hard because I had to lay down and couldn't cope with the contractions as my body pleased. What seemed like forever, but was only 15 to 20 minutes, the nurse checked me again and I was 8 cm. She cancelled the shower, but changed her mind when I promised her that if I felt like pushing, I'd return to bed. They helped me to the bathroom and I had a major contraction and had to sit on the toilet. I felt like pushing and insisted I return to the bed. Another check and I was already 10 cm!

Somewhere around this time or perhaps a little before, my parents and MIL arrived.

My doctor had arrived and teased me about not letting him have a chance at getting his coffee. After a check-up, the nurse insisted she could handle the initial pushing and sent my doc out to get his coffee. He returned a little later and was surprised at how well I was pushing. But by this time, my contractions were getting weaker and farther apart. I couldn't maintain my pushes long enough and was getting discouraged. He ordered a tiny dose of pitocin to help me along and it worked. The doctor let me feel my baby's head and I found a new stamina to get him out. A quick episiotomy and a few more pushes and my baby was out!

I was amazed at two things: How well I felt just after baby was delivered and how I didn't react the way I thought I would to seeing him. I didn't burst into tears or feel a wave of love flood over me. I just felt relief.

Far from over, though, I had to deliver the afterbirth which proved nearly as hard as pushing out the baby. The afterbirth was almost the size of my son! Then I had to be stitched up and that felt terrible. But then I could hold my son and immediately declared him to be the spitting image of his father. I was a little sad that he didn't seem to feature any of my traits, but my spirits were lifted when I saw his hands. He has my fingers. He also has my eyes, feet and toes, and possibly my hairline.

My son was then whisked away to NICU because of respiratory problems and I was rolled away to the recovery room. 2 hours later, my son was brought to me. He had spent 2 hours in incubation and his lungs were deemed clear.

It's still all new and I can't believe he's mine!

Right now he's sleeping peacefully in his cradle. I wish he'd do that at night. :)

The emotions running through me are so perplexing. Sometimes I'm on cloud nine and other times I get so frustrated I just want to set him down in his cradle and run out the door crying until we both can calm down. Lack of sleep doesn't help much either. :) Regardless, I'm still in a daze over this whole thing. It hasn't hit home. Everything is so unexpected, from arriving 5 weeks early to all the little issues he's having. Thank God I have God!

Proud to be Mother,


Sunday, April 02, 2006

My son

Donald E. Born March 23, 2006 at 35 weeks. 5lbs 7oz 17 1/2" long. Looks just like his daddy, but has mommy's eyes, hands, fingers and toes. My labor was natural and lasted 7 hours from start to finish! Praise God!