Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Bovarian Cream Pie
W (can't remember this one)
Monday, July 6, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
When the doctor came in, she immediately wanted to know what the problem was. I didn't know how to respond, since I hadn't realized there was a problem until about 5 minutes ago. She asked about my milk supply, my eating habits, my exercise routine, Reagan's eating habits. She wanted to know if I was on a diet.........ummmmm, NO. She finally said, "I'm sorry to say, you have an insufficient milk supply." She gave me a chart and wants me to track boob feedings, wants me to feed her at least 3 oz. of formula after that, and wants me to track pumping and poops and peeps. We'll go back and see the doctor next week.
I feel AWFUL. Poor, poor, Reagan! She's been so hungry and I had no idea. Here are her stats:
- Weight: 8.3 lbs. 5%
- Height: 23.8 in. 96%
- Head Circ: 14.8 in. 26%
Oh, I'm such a terrible mother. But! Now that I know there's a problem and what to do to fix it, we are gonna feed that little girl good. Watch out tummy!! It is the most awful feeling in the world to feel like you've been hurting your child. I cried and cried today. BLAAAGGHH.
Friday, June 26, 2009
During this naptime, I cleaned the kitchen a bit. I'm always horrified when I clean my kitchen. There is always either black grime, or nasty crumbs, or little buggies that have been festering while I have NOT cleaned.
Lil R is screaming her head off right now, by the way. Any advice for me, mom's out there? She's driving me a little nuts.
Mandy had her little girl yesterday! Madelyn Faith Beck got here at 11:17am and weighed 7 lbs. and 13 oz. I'm going up to the hospital later when Kev gets home....he's going to watch lil R. Is it 5:00 yet????
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
- washed laundry
- dried laundry
- folded laundry
- put away laundry
- cleaned our bedroom: made the bed, cleaned off my dresser, hung up/put away clothes, dusted the furniture, swiffered the floor
- pumped (sorry if there are any fellas reading this)
- cleaned pump
- sink-washed things......including a baby-pooped outfit from this morning. I've learned you have to attack these things before it's too late.
- washed dishes
- started dinner: a modified Spicy Pork Roast with Rosemary Potatoes.......think, non-spicy pork chops with rosemary potatoes. I like to modify.
- made a list of what to take with me tomorrow when Mandy has her baby: pump, baby clothes for Madelyn, book.
I love this staying home bit. And look! I'm writing! A miracle in itself. So, if you wouldn't mind praying that Kev finds a job that will let me do this long term, I'd be most appreciative. I might even bring Reagan over and do your laundry or something.....
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Currently, Reagan is screaming her head off and I'm getting ready to head to the gym and run, run, run off all of my stress.......and hopefully, eventually, my belly.
Have I mentioned how much I love staying home with Reagan? It may not seem like it when I talk about things like screaming babies and stress.....but this is my dream job. And it totally plays to my OCD tendencies. I love being on a schedule. Feed at 8, play, put baby down at 9:30....and then I have options, but I have to choose wisely. A poorly chosen choice can make for a grumpy me and a very short day. If I'm smart I stay up and clean, clean, clean. If I'm lazy, I nap. Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE naps. But, napping takes away hours during my precious cleaning/ebay/reading time and that makes for a very grumpy me. You'd think naps would do the opposite, but no. And so we're on a very strict, lovely schedule. Crazy? Maybe. Happy? Definitely.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
I think Reagan has a little marching band thing going on in my tummy. She's definitely handling all of the percussion section herself. And I think she's conducting the band, also. She is so
squirmy. It's like she knows there's more room out there somewhere and if she could just.....get...that.....leg....to.....stretch! Hang in there, little one. You'll have plenty of room soon.
Speaking of soon......we're due in 32 days. Yikes! So much to do! So little weekends to do them in! I need a baby suite and a professional organizer, I do. And a maid. And a masseuse.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
We went straight to the office, but tried to go into the sick waiting room first, which was locked. And dark. We were confused. We looked around and saw another door with "well waiting room" and decided to try our luck there. Voila! There was the happy receptionist lady and colored tiled floors and cartoons and kids and toys and parenting magazines. Oh my. While we were waiting, one of the kids and her mommy were banished to the sick waiting room. It felt very exclusionistic. I definitely just made up that word.
Our doctor turned out to be a sweet lady with a cartoon character for a last name (I'll admit it...that's kind of why I picked her). She had kind eyes, talked really fast, and had great voice inflection. It was a really great meeting. I brought with me a "Top 10 list of things to ask your pediatrician" that I found online, since I had no real questions of my own (see previous entry), and she answered almost all of them in her introductory welcome speech. It was fabulous. She even gave me some ideas for childcare and told me I'd better get hopping on that one since a lot of places have wait lists. Dallas!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
We've decided on a pediatrician, because evidently if you don't have one when you go into labor, the hospital charges you out the wazoo to use one on staff. We picked a guy that some of our friends use. A referral by friends is good enough for me, but when I called the nurse wanted to know if we wanted to come in for a pre-natal interview. A what? I tried to tell her that wasn't necessary, but she almost insisted that we come in and meet the doctor and ask him questions. So, here's where my anxiety comes in. I'm not at all worried about some strange man I've never met checking out my daughter......wait a second. That came out wrong. I'm okay with not meeting our pediatrician before the baby comes, but to think of a list of questions is going to kill me. I don't know what to ask. Even if I knew what to ask I could find out on the internet or from friends and family. So, now I'm going to have to look online and see what kind of questions I'm supposed to ask and then act surprised and interested when the doctor answers them. Sheesh. I guess it's a nice service they offer to people.....maybe I'll ask Kevin to think of some questions.
We're officially in our third trimester today! It won't be long now!