2 Month Appointment

BLAAAAAAGGGHHHH!! Super-stressor this morning. We took Reagan for her 2 month appointment. I dressed her in her super-cute cherry onesie and thought, "You're so cute! Let's go impress the doctors with how big you are!" When they put her on the scale, though, SHE HADN'T GAINED ANY WEIGHT. My baby weighed the same as she did when she was born. Not good. The nurse took us back to the room and we waited. She came back in and wanted to weigh Reagan again.....just in case the scale was messed up. Nope. The kid had not gained ANY weight. Immediately I was worried out of my mind.

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.

I Have a Headache

Okay. So, today I napped. During her 8am feeding I kept nodding off.....now I know where that expression came from....you really do nod. And so, when it came time for her 9:30 nap, we both laid down. It was awesome.

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????

Laundry Queen.....or Slave?

Today I've accomplished a lot. No nap for me. (Way to go, Jenny).

Today I have:

• 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.....

Happy Crazy Me

Okay....this is more like it. I finally figured out how to make my blog readable. Sweet.

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.