EVERYTHING takes twice as long to accomplish with a baby. I find that, at the end of the day, I feel I have accomplished nothing and yet I feel that I am busy all day long! I do at least one load of Jack's laundry per day and wash bottle parts all day. After 37 diaper changes (man can this kid pee) and many feedings, I look up at the clock and see that it is evening! And I haven't even cooked anything yet. I don't think it will be a problem losing this baby weight because I haven't even been eating--I've been too busy! And I have also come to realize that I really need to plan ahead when attempting to run any errands.
I haven't run too many of them because Jack isn't supposed to go anywhere public for the first two months. Especially since it is flu season. But today, I had to take Jack back to the hospital--nothing bad--they just messed up his newborn screening tests and had to re-test him. I wasn't so excited to go in the first place since it meant heading to a hospital (where there are a lot of sick and snotty people) and because they were going to draw Jack's blood again and I didn't want to see him cry.
Anyway, I figured it would be best to leave right after one of his feedings so that I wouldn't have to worry about him getting cranky while away. I fed him, and changed him, put his hat on and was placing him into his car seat when he spit up the entire contents of his formula all over himself and the car seat. This was especially awesome since at his 5 o'clock feeding he decided to spit up down my shirt and into my bra! So I had to take him out, change his outfit, wipe down his car seat and make another bottle to bring with in the event that he got hungry again. Once I got him in the car, he passed out. At the hospital, I tried to keep him away from anything germy, covering up his car seat with a blanket and keeping him away from the lady with the mask over her face who looked like Death. I waited to register (I was the only person in the waiting room but it still took them 10 minutes to call me--there were three people working, only one of whom was actually registering anyone. Registration took forever because the guy was clearly not in a hurry and the prescription for the test had my name on it instead of Jack's. Apparently, they can't figure out that I am not needing a newborn screening and have to have a prescription with Jack's name on it. Then I had to wait another 10 minutes (still the only person in the room) to be called in for the test. Then the needle that they used was too wimpy to get through his heel (though not wimpy enough to make him not cry and bleed) and they had to get a "better" needle that they aren't allowed to use on a regular basis because of the cost, even though it would have been nice had Jack only had to get stuck once.
By the time we got home, it was over two hours later and Jack was a hungry boy and was not happy when I changed his diaper and outfit because he got blood on it. So ends the big outing of the day. After feeding him, we were both tired--Jack's been sleeping for 3 hours and I've used the time to catch up on cleaning and doing laundry again! I wonder what my big event for tomorrow will be!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sweaty Back Jack
A short while after we brought Jack home from the hospital, we realized that the kid was really sweaty in the back region. We'd lay him down for a nap or overnight and when we'd pick him up, we'd see a circle of what appeared to be sweat on his outfit and whatever he was laying on. We checked him over to see if we were maybe overheating him at night but he wasn't sweaty anywhere else. I had flashbacks to this guy from high school who was perpetually sweaty and was worried that the same fate would fall upon my son. I couldn't figure out how he could make a perfect sweat circle just at his back. Until I realized what I had been doing wrong. . .
Jack's circumcision looked so painful that I didn't want to do anything to hurt him so I would let his penis (boy is he going to love reading this when he is older) just go where it wanted to--in this case, pointed upwards. I was then folding down the top of the diaper so it wouldn't rub against his umbilical cord. We realized that Sweaty Back Jack came from Jack peeing upwards out the top of his folded down diaper and rolling down his back, forming the perfect "sweat" circle on his back.
Jack has been a lot less sweaty since we have aimed the penis down!
Jack's circumcision looked so painful that I didn't want to do anything to hurt him so I would let his penis (boy is he going to love reading this when he is older) just go where it wanted to--in this case, pointed upwards. I was then folding down the top of the diaper so it wouldn't rub against his umbilical cord. We realized that Sweaty Back Jack came from Jack peeing upwards out the top of his folded down diaper and rolling down his back, forming the perfect "sweat" circle on his back.
Jack has been a lot less sweaty since we have aimed the penis down!
Jack's Likes and Dislikes
I know he's young, but Jack is already establishing his likes and dislikes. Many of them are not the same as Mommy's likes and dislikes!
LIKES: Being held. When he is sleeping and doesn't realize that he is not being held, he's fine. If he's awake and aware that he is not in your arms, he cries.
DISLIKES: Being put down when he is hungry.
LIKES: Eating out of a bottle.
DISLIKES: Breastfeeding but will eat the pre-pumped variety.
LIKES: Riding in the car. He falls asleep as soon as we put him in the car. I have had to pull over a couple of times to check that he is breathing.
DISLIKES: Being put into the car seat and strapped in.
LIKES: Feeding time.
DISLIKES: Waiting for feeding time. The 5 minutes it takes to warm up a bottle are like an eternity for a very impatient Jack who is never shy about expressing his displeasure.
LIKES: Snuggly jammies
DISLIKES: Diaper changes. It's hit or miss. If you change him after a feeding, when he is in a milk coma, he may be okay. Change him before and he'll scream bloody murder.
LIKES: Bath time. He seems to love laying in the water. He gets this look on his face like he is thinking and remembering what it was like being in the womb.
DISLIKES: Being taken out of the bath. He doesn't like being cold and naked. He expressed his displeasure about his first bath by pooping in his towel.
LIKES: Peeing in Mommy and Daddy's face when they are trying to change a diaper. We go through, on average, 3 outfits a day due to things like this.
DISLIKES: Knocking the pacifier out of his own mouth and not being able to find it.
LIKES: Laying in bed with Mommy and Daddy and snuggling up.
DISLIKES: Tummy time--though he is a good sport about it.
LIKES: Farting
DISLIKES: His blocked tear duct when Mommy wipes it and puts ointment in his eye.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Introducing Jack Matthew Soto
On February 5th at 5:15 our son was born.
I went to the hospital on February 4th after school and began the first drug for the induction. I was supposed to get the second in the morning but my water broke and I was in labor before they could get to it. Within the next 2 hours, I was 4 cm dialated and longing for an epidural. But because it progressed so fast, I had to wait for the 1 liter of fluid through the IV before I could get it. Ordinarily, I wouldn't be chomping at the bit to get a shot in the spine but at that point, it didn't matter at all.
After the epidural, life was good. A few hours later, the pushing phase began. It was then that we realized that Jack was face up instead of face down--leading to a lot of back labor and him staying put. In the end, I just wasn't big enough and his position made him get stuck. I was brought in for a C-section a short while later. It was scary and the large doses of drugs made me get the shakes so bad but it was all worth it a short while later when I heard my son cry for the first time. Tears poured from my eyes and they showed me this grayish purple kid with an obscene conehead. I thought one of the perks of the C-section was a perfect round headed infant. I had to go through 12 hours and then get the C-section. And it was worth every second.
Jack is the most perfect, beautiful thing I have ever seen. He weighed 8 lbs 6 oz. was 20.5 inches long and he is absolutely gorgeous. I have loved every second of Mommyhood. I don't even mind getting up in the middle of the night and I can't wait to see what adventures await our new family. We are all so lucky.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Induction to Motherhood
February 5th--the big day.
The doctor has decided that this little Munchkin isn't so little and that the longer we wait the bigger he will get and the higher the likelihood will be that I will need a C-section. So he has recommended that I be induced this week. I was so ready to be done and then when he actually gave me a date for "go time", I felt like I was going to puke! However, I have kind of gotten used to it and though I get scared every once in awhile, it is also really exciting and I can't believe all these months of waiting are nearly over. I can't believe that, by this weekend, I will be a mom!
I keep telling myself that I will do just fine, that I am tougher than most of the women in my childbirth class, that women have been doing this for hundreds of years--but it still gets scary at times. I am hoping that it will be like so many things for me--that the anticipation of it will be more nerve-wracking than the reality. Once I feel what it all feels like, I will know and then be able to find a way to deal with it. The not knowing is most unsettling. I don't know what to expect really and I don't know how I will handle it all. But I do know that I can't wait to meet my little guy.
The doctor has decided that this little Munchkin isn't so little and that the longer we wait the bigger he will get and the higher the likelihood will be that I will need a C-section. So he has recommended that I be induced this week. I was so ready to be done and then when he actually gave me a date for "go time", I felt like I was going to puke! However, I have kind of gotten used to it and though I get scared every once in awhile, it is also really exciting and I can't believe all these months of waiting are nearly over. I can't believe that, by this weekend, I will be a mom!
I keep telling myself that I will do just fine, that I am tougher than most of the women in my childbirth class, that women have been doing this for hundreds of years--but it still gets scary at times. I am hoping that it will be like so many things for me--that the anticipation of it will be more nerve-wracking than the reality. Once I feel what it all feels like, I will know and then be able to find a way to deal with it. The not knowing is most unsettling. I don't know what to expect really and I don't know how I will handle it all. But I do know that I can't wait to meet my little guy.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Longest Month
9 months.
I think that they make the gestational period for a human 9 months long because by the time said human has reached 9 months, she doesn't even worry about the birth part because she is so tired of the pregnant part. At least that's how I feel now. I don't want to complain too much because, other than the fact that I kind of look like a gorilla and have cankles, the whole pregnancy thing hasn't been so tough. I am pretty thankful, given horror stories I have heard. However, things have gotten more uncomfortable (especially sleeping) and the novelty has worn off. I just want to meet the little guy. I just want to stop worrying that everything will be okay. I know, I know, you never stop worrying but I would like a new set of things to worry about!
Anyway, I had my doctor appointment on Tuesday and I was measuring at 40 weeks, even though I am only 36. After feeling around the baby, the doctor said that, though there is certainly room for error when you are merely feeling the baby, he felt like he was 7-8 pounds already. Given the fact that Dad was 12 pounds at birth makes us think that she may be right. So the next steop--next week, we have an ultrasound to better determine his actual size and then the course of action. That means either he's smaller than they think and we'll just proceed normally, or he'll be big and we have to make a decision on a C-section. I am willing to do whatever to ensure this little Munchkin gets here safely. And it sounds like there are some pros to it: I'd get to go a little early, the planned date would be set and I could better plan my life and job, it's quicker, he'd have a nice, round head, and I'd get to spend 8 weeks with him instead of 6. I'll do what the doctor says but the choice, if I am given one, doesn't seem to hard.
Other than that, we are finishing things up this weekend. We are headed out to buy all the stuff that we need for his arrival, we have to prepare the final touches for his room, install a car seat, kittyproof the crib, and pack our bags, among other things. This is truly an exciting time right now. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas. But it will be better than any Christmas I've ever had. I simply can't wait to meet our little guy. I hope he's as excited to see us!
I think that they make the gestational period for a human 9 months long because by the time said human has reached 9 months, she doesn't even worry about the birth part because she is so tired of the pregnant part. At least that's how I feel now. I don't want to complain too much because, other than the fact that I kind of look like a gorilla and have cankles, the whole pregnancy thing hasn't been so tough. I am pretty thankful, given horror stories I have heard. However, things have gotten more uncomfortable (especially sleeping) and the novelty has worn off. I just want to meet the little guy. I just want to stop worrying that everything will be okay. I know, I know, you never stop worrying but I would like a new set of things to worry about!
Anyway, I had my doctor appointment on Tuesday and I was measuring at 40 weeks, even though I am only 36. After feeling around the baby, the doctor said that, though there is certainly room for error when you are merely feeling the baby, he felt like he was 7-8 pounds already. Given the fact that Dad was 12 pounds at birth makes us think that she may be right. So the next steop--next week, we have an ultrasound to better determine his actual size and then the course of action. That means either he's smaller than they think and we'll just proceed normally, or he'll be big and we have to make a decision on a C-section. I am willing to do whatever to ensure this little Munchkin gets here safely. And it sounds like there are some pros to it: I'd get to go a little early, the planned date would be set and I could better plan my life and job, it's quicker, he'd have a nice, round head, and I'd get to spend 8 weeks with him instead of 6. I'll do what the doctor says but the choice, if I am given one, doesn't seem to hard.
Other than that, we are finishing things up this weekend. We are headed out to buy all the stuff that we need for his arrival, we have to prepare the final touches for his room, install a car seat, kittyproof the crib, and pack our bags, among other things. This is truly an exciting time right now. I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas. But it will be better than any Christmas I've ever had. I simply can't wait to meet our little guy. I hope he's as excited to see us!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
34 Weeks!
Dear Baby Boy,
I can't believe you are almost here. It seems like I have been pregnant forever but I can now say that you are due next month! Celebrating New Year's this year was especially meaningful. First, because Dad and I know that our times of crazy partying may be over, or at least put on hold for awhile. Secondly because 2009 is your year. I thought I would be more nervous and scared about your arrival--well, mostly about the birth part. But right now I am seeing it as a means to an end. I am simply too excited to meet you to think about what labor may be like.
I often wonder what you are going to be like. How will you look? Will you have Daddy's big shoulders? Will you have his beautiful skin tone? Or will you get stuck with mine? Will you, against all genetic rules of dominant and recessive traits, have my green eyes? Will your hair be straight like Mommy's or curly like Daddy's? Will you always be ready to smile and laugh? The only thing I am sure of is that you will have very dark hair!
What will your personality be like? Will you be calm and easygoing like Daddy (I hope!)? Or will you be high strung like Mommy? My guess is that you will be more like Daddy in this regard. Though I feel you moving around all the time, you are always pretty gentle, like you don't want to cause too much of a stir. Will you love books? Will you be athletic like the both of us or will you be talented with music? Will you love football (like Daddy)?
Whatever you will be, you will be our boy and we will love whoever you turn out to be. We can't wait to expand our family. Daddy and I have always been so happy together and we know that you will make us even happier.
The only thing I am really nervous of is doing the wrong thing. I haven't ever been around babies so I don't really know when to feed you, when you sleep, etc. I know that I will make mistakes (and I'll bet you'll make some too!) But I promise that I will learn and that I will always be the best mom I know how.
So, buddy, I'm going to sign off for now. Keep wiggling and saying hi whenever you feel like it and keep growing strong. See you in a little over a month!
Love, Mom
I can't believe you are almost here. It seems like I have been pregnant forever but I can now say that you are due next month! Celebrating New Year's this year was especially meaningful. First, because Dad and I know that our times of crazy partying may be over, or at least put on hold for awhile. Secondly because 2009 is your year. I thought I would be more nervous and scared about your arrival--well, mostly about the birth part. But right now I am seeing it as a means to an end. I am simply too excited to meet you to think about what labor may be like.
I often wonder what you are going to be like. How will you look? Will you have Daddy's big shoulders? Will you have his beautiful skin tone? Or will you get stuck with mine? Will you, against all genetic rules of dominant and recessive traits, have my green eyes? Will your hair be straight like Mommy's or curly like Daddy's? Will you always be ready to smile and laugh? The only thing I am sure of is that you will have very dark hair!
What will your personality be like? Will you be calm and easygoing like Daddy (I hope!)? Or will you be high strung like Mommy? My guess is that you will be more like Daddy in this regard. Though I feel you moving around all the time, you are always pretty gentle, like you don't want to cause too much of a stir. Will you love books? Will you be athletic like the both of us or will you be talented with music? Will you love football (like Daddy)?
Whatever you will be, you will be our boy and we will love whoever you turn out to be. We can't wait to expand our family. Daddy and I have always been so happy together and we know that you will make us even happier.
The only thing I am really nervous of is doing the wrong thing. I haven't ever been around babies so I don't really know when to feed you, when you sleep, etc. I know that I will make mistakes (and I'll bet you'll make some too!) But I promise that I will learn and that I will always be the best mom I know how.
So, buddy, I'm going to sign off for now. Keep wiggling and saying hi whenever you feel like it and keep growing strong. See you in a little over a month!
Love, Mom
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