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Thursday, January 31, 2008

In California...

So here I am in California...

I literally carried my heavy son across the country that by the second day after my arrival my back was hurting. I swear, I will never travel with an infant again unless I at least have my husband with me. As crude as this sounds, it was difficult using the restroom while holding said infant. Sigh.

Anyway, my son is now getting spoiled rotten. Really he is. And I have no clue whether I should blame my sister or my parents more.

My sister is messing with his schedule. He had a good schedule going when we were home... of course that's 3 hours ahead of California but it's ok. I don't mind him going to bed early. However, my sister does. She kept him awake and kept him awake to the point where he was the most annoying grump on the planet.

Then my sister will play with him, which I don't mind except for the fact that she threw him in the air. Sigh. Then she tells him she's going to spoil him and spoil him and spoil him.

Now my parents... they LOVE and I mean LOVE carrying him. Which sucks because after a solid week of that he's now starting to expect being carried ALL the time. And when we get back home... it's just mommy and the baby and mommy isn't going to cart his cute little butt all over the place because he's getting heavy. But my dad for instance said, "Hey it's ok, let him cry for a bit." Then he hears the first tiny cry and he's alllllllll over the baby, picking him up and telling him that grandpa's there to the rescue!

My mom was carrying him... then she had him sit on my niece's lap and she started to walk away. The baby started to cry. Soooo she turned back towards him and he miraculously stopped crying waiting for her to pick him back up. Sigh... my son is a grandma's boy.

I beg and I beg my family not to spoil him too much... but it seems like an impossibility. So I tell my son, whether he understands it or not, "Enjoy this while you can because as soon as we get home it's all going to stop."

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Random Update of Randomness...

So more trains of thought...

Train 1 right now is carrying the thought, "I hate the common cold." Here's a squirming little bundle of joy with a stuffed up nose and the ONLY thing I can do is suck that mucus out.

I really wish babies were born knowing how to blow their noses. Instead I have come to realize that sucking it back in, is the only thing they instinctually know how to do when it comes to a stuffed up nose. Which of course is the opposite of what you want, because what better way to get well than to get that gunk out of your body and out of your system?

Therefore this cheerful mom gets to wrestle with the squirming bundle of joy that is human flesh, to try and get him to cooperate, so she can either spray or drop saline fluid into his nose softening the mucus and wetting his little nose. Then after dealing with the saline, this mom now has to use this bulb-like nose aspirator and suck that saline fluid back out, hoping that as she suctions that saline out, out will come mucus as well. All the while the little bundle of joy is squirming and fighting and growing to realize that when mom does something in one nostril, she'll try for the other one next.

Fie! Fie! On the cold...

Train 2 carries the thought, "California here I come!"

It's not that I miss California. I really don't. I still prefer where I'm at to Southern California any day. But during the pregnancy and even more AFTER, I realized how much I miss my family there as well as my friends.

So here I am on my way, toting said little bundle of joy, so he can meet the people that I so very much miss.

So I'm excited but at the same time, I'm bummed because my husband won't be able to go with us. It unfortunately still keeps me struggling with my postpartum. Here I am going to be surrounded by people who will be able to help me, but the most important person in my life will unable to be there.

Train 3 -"So many new mom's carry self-guilt."

Really, it's true. Afer talking to how many moms about my own postpartum I think I came to a reasonable theory. When a woman becomes a new mom, it's like she is expected (maybe by others or maybe by her own self) to be nothing but mom. It's almost like a woman loses her personal identity and henceforth becomes known as "Mom".

Then when a new mom wants to do something for herself, something she used to love doing, she then feels guilt that it's not about the baby. Other moms I've talked to said they felt guilty because they worked after a couple of months. Other moms felt guilty that they wanted to take a bath every now and then as a way to just relax.

Well... all I have to say to that is this: Just because a woman becomes a mother doesn't mean she loses who was in the first place. She just added another role to her life.

Train 4 is a happy train! I've gone back to my normal size!

That is right! I am proudly and happily wearing my old clothes again... only took about 7-8 weeks. But hey... it happened. :)

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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Starting Off 2008 With a War Against a New Mom's Arch Nemesis...-The Common Cold...

Darn you Cold Virus! From the first instant I heard that tiny little sniffle come out of that tiny little nose, I knew. I knew that there would be a really tough battle ahead against an army of billions and billions of germs. I knew that I would be in for sleepless nights and days constantly surrounded by mucus.

I bought a warm steam humidifier (not a cold steam one because it creates moldy bacteria, not a hot one because it does the same thing and can cause burns and what not... but a warm one). I find myself using saline drops over and over and over, and suctioning the muscus and whatever gunk with a nasal aspirator out of a 2 month old's little nose. That in itself is a hard and arduous battle. Who ever thought that a tiny little baby would have so much snot in him?

Now, my son is sick with his second cold in his short little life, and I find that I too am sick (again) because of the fact that my son is sick (again)! Darn you Cold Virus!

Little babies are needy, clingy, little things when they get sick! And to top it off... he was just getting a nice little sleep schedule going where he actually would sleep through the night... and NOW! Because he's sick! He won't sleep at all! I find myself giving him a tiny bit of children's Benadryl just so he can get the sleep and rest he needs.

Darn you Cold Virus! You think you have won... just wait til his immune system gets stronger. Just wait til winter is over. This new mom may be frustrated, may be sleep deprived, may be exhausted, but it's nothing some Vicks Vaporub, a box of kleenex, some vitamin C, and a mixture of drugs like sudafed, dayquil, and midol can't cure!

My son will conquer your army of germs too! Just you wait... there will come a day when he isn't sniffling or coughing... there will come a day!

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