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“So much baby stuff!!”

Published November 29, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

David and I were sitting in the living room tonight, with Briana sleeping in her little rocker thing, and David started shifting around because he was sitting on something. He reached around and pulled out a burp cloth. Then he reached around the other side and found a receiving blanket, and behind him, a baby bottle. He put on his best “woe is me, I’m being dramatic” voice, and said “SO much BABY stuff!”

Our apartment really has been taken over by baby items. And every time I clean up one mess, ten more develop, so it’s not that we’re slobs, it just seems like her stuff keeps taking over every location not dedicated to something else in our space! I keep finding burp cloths in the weirdest places. In our bed, under our bed, in between couch cushions, on the floor in random places…they multiply! And bottles do the same thing, although they don’t usually end up under our bed, in our bed, or in random places on the floor. They’re just multiplying in the living room and kitchen. Good grief! Our life has been taken over by baby supplies! 🙂

Briana is totally worth it, however, so I’m not too worried. Last night was not quite as rough as the night before, but was still pretty difficult. She just wouldn’t stay asleep. She was quieter about it though. She just didn’t like being put in her bassinet. She would sleep if I was holding her. People keep warning me about “spoiling” her by holding her while she sleeps too much, but according to the pediatrician (and What To Expect The First Year), that’s not true for an infant so young. In fact, both the doctor and the book say that the more quickly you respond to your infant when they are this young, the more secure and independent your baby will be when she gets a little older. So we’ll see.

I’ve been trying to comfort her without actually picking her up out of her bassinet to see if she would go back to sleep without all the jostle and movement of me picking her up. It would work for a minute or two, but in the end, she always wanted to be held. I am wondering if she is cold, because our room can get kind of chilly at night. We have her wrapped in receiving blankets, but she wiggles her way out of those with all of her kicking and arm waving and wriggling around. We bought some warmer pajamas for her yesterday, so we’ll see if those help at all tonight. (It seems unlikely that this is why she keeps fussing, but I’ll try anything at this point. :))

This morning she kept spitting up. A lot. She threw up on me several times in the wee hours of the morning, and then, as I was rocking her this morning when David was getting ready for work, she spit up all over my hands, arms, shirt, and the freakin’ sheets on the bed. I swore. Not at her, just because I had hit my spit-up tolerance limit. “Are you freakin’ kidding me?!” David asked me what was wrong from the other room. He came in and found me basically sitting in a puddle of spit-up, near tears, and yet again exhausted from a night with no sleep. He assessed the situation. He picked up the phone. And he called in to work and told them he needed to stay home. Then he took Briana, changed her diaper and her outfit, told me to get something to eat, and then to go to bed.

I felt guilty about him missing work, but I was too tired to argue. I ate a (highly nutritious :)) bowl of Rice Krispies, changed pajamas, and crawled into David’s side of the bed, since my side was gross and wet, and fell straight to sleep. I was too tired to change the sheets (although that will be happening before bed tonight). I slept until 2:30, and I only woke up because my boobs were saying “hey stupid, you need to pump.” Ahhh….Glorious sleep…followed by being a milk cow. (Feels like that some days anyway!) My husband is the best. I feel much refreshed by the equivalent of a full nights sleep (or close to one anyway), and plan on getting another nap after I post the blog. So hopefully tonight will be easier.

I read Briana a story today for the first time. Bear Snores On. It’s a cute one. I know she doesn’t understand the story, but she sat there in my arms and stared up at my face while I read it to her, listening to my voice. She looked very content and sleepy, and like she felt safe and happy, and that made my heart happy. She makes my heart happy, no doubt about it. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful little baby, even if she does keep me up all night. My husband is a blessing, too…I don’t think I would have made it through today if he hadn’t stayed home. Not without hysterical bouts of sobbing brought on by total exhaustion anyway.

One day at a time…

Still a Tired New Mommy

We were trying to get a good picture of her in her cute Minnie outfit, but she didn’t feel like having her picture taken…

Super Sweet Blog Award

Published November 29, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

I was nominated for a Super Sweet Blog Award by http://ahecticlife.wordpress.com/. Thanks again! Very cool that I already have an award nomination when I have only just started blogging. I guess being nominated for this award comes with some requirements, so here goes nothing!

First I have to display this logo…which is very cute, so I don’t mind. 🙂

Super Sweet Blogging Award

I also have to nominate 13 other blogs for the award, which will be difficult since I haven’t had the pleasure of reading very many other blogs on WordPress yet. I may have to do some exploring before I can complete this portion, or I may only nominate as many blogs as I am following that I actually can honestly nominate…I hope that’s not a bad thing to do in the world of Bloggers…I’m also supposed to link you to the person’s blog who nominated me, which I hope I have managed above when I pasted the address into my blog. I’m still figuring out how some of these things work. Lastly, I have to answer some “Super Sweet Questions.” Keep reading for the answers!

And for those of my friends and family who regularly follow my blog and are wondering, don’t worry, I’m still going to post about Briana-related stuff later!

Super Sweet Questions:

1. Cookies or cake?

Such a toughie…It mostly depends on my mood (and what kind of cookies and cake are being offered), but if I had to choose I would say cookies!

2. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Definitely chocolate, unless it’s cake…then I prefer white cake.

3. What is your favorite sweet treat?

The bread pudding that they sell at Raglan Road Irish Pub and Restaurant in Downtown Disney at Disney World. No joke…I could eat it every day. I would move to Florida to get more of this yummy treat!

4. When do you crave sweet things the most?

When I have had a difficult day, most definitely.

5. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?

My mom used to call me Sweetie Pie. Does that count? She also called me Jessica Pudding. Not sure why. 🙂

My “13” Nominees (in no particular order):

  1. http://5kidswdisabilities.com/
  2. http://littleduckies.wordpress.com/
  3. http://littlemisswordy.wordpress.com/
  4. http://dontquotelily.com/
  5. http://lovelifewithkids.wordpress.com/

Okay, so don’t hate me, but I only have five nominations. I don’t have a ton of time to sit at the computer right now to check out new blogs, as I do have a 3 1/2 week old daughter to take care of. In a few weeks, maybe I can nominate some more people. I hope this isn’t a terrible thing for me to do. I would sit here for a few hours and find a full thirteen if I had time, I promise!

Again, thanks to ahecticlife for the nomination!

Well, the night shift was brought.

Published November 28, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

I was perhaps a bit too enthusiastic when I titled my blog yesterday as “Bring on the night shift.” The night shift was most certainly brought last night, and even with a couple of (very long) naps during the day and early evening hours, I was unprepared for an awake and fussy baby from 1:30AM to nearly 9:00AM. I did okay until roughly six in the morning. She had finally fallen asleep at about 5:45. I needed to get a small snack and then I crawled into bed…she woke up five minutes after my  head hit the pillow, and I kind of wanted to scream. David was getting up for work at that point, and he tried to help me a bit, but he had to get a shower and get ready to leave.

The thing was, she wasn’t fussy per say. She just didn’t want to sleep. She only got fussy when I set her down. She was spitting up an awful lot, but I think that is just because she eats so fast…I try to get her to slow down, but she is a voracious little thing. All the bottles that we have are slow-flow nurser bottles, so I can’t do much else to get her to slow down other than take the bottle away for a few moments here and there. She drinks so fast sometimes that she starts to choke. Silly girl! Anyway.

David left for work just before seven, and our roommate left just before eight. I gave up on sleep at that point and carted her out to the living room. I fed her, changed her diaper, and set her down in her little rocker/sleeper thing. Then I pulled out my iPhone and turned on that song by Darius Rucker, “It won’t be like this for long.” I played it three or four times, because I really needed to be reminded that this phase wouldn’t last forever. I sang along with the song, and actually started to get teary eyed because as much as I want this phase to hurry up and pass, I will miss her being so tiny and adorable and delighting at each and every new thing that she does.

Miracle of miracles, Darius Rucker and I singing our duet put Briana to sleep! I tiptoed away and pumped (I hadn’t been able to since 3:30 in the morning, when I finally had to wake up David so he could feed her while I pumped). Then, as quickly as I could, I soaped down the pump parts that needed to be washed, lay them out to dry, used the restroom, changed my shirt because she had spit up all over me (again), and took an ibuprofen. Next, oh so carefully, I lifted her out of her sleeper in the living room and moved her to her bassinet in the bedroom. I crawled under the covers, held my breath, waiting for her to wake up. She didn’t. *sigh of relief*

Next thing I knew, David was home on his lunch a little after noon. She woke up wanting food and a change, and David covered her face in kisses before he left again. He misses her so much when he has to go to work. After she ate and got a clean diaper, she and I went back to bed and didn’t wake up until four o’clock. I was hoping David would be home soon, since he was off work at the same time we woke up, but he ran late and didn’t get home until five. By that time I had been spit-up on four or five times, and it had run all down my arms and gotten in my hair, and all I wanted was a shower!

Who knew how much of a mini-vacation a shower could become when you become a mom. Twenty minutes of glorious time to myself! Nobody crying or needing a poopy diaper changed, or screaming, or puking down my shirt. Woo hoo!

David did his best to keep Briana awake once he was home from work, but she absolutely refused to wake up. We even put a cold pop can up against her tummy. She made a face but wouldn’t open her eyes! *sigh* I’m in for another sleepless night, I can tell!

Anyway, I am heading to bed now, hopefully to get a couple hours of sleep before David heads to bed and my shift starts again. Sorry this blog rambled on so much…I feel like I get boring sometimes. 😛

Tired but Determined New Mommy

My husband, holding our baby girl.

Bring on the night shift…

Published November 27, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

Briana has her days and nights mixed up…that’s the bad news. The good news is that there is a stretch (during the day) that she is sleeping for four to six hours at a time. So if we can just try to move that stretch to say…1AM to 5, 6, or 7AM, I would be a happy camper!

The nights are the most frustrating for me. During the day it is adorable when she is awake and making faces at me and making noise and fighting sleep. At night, all I want to do is catch some much needed sleep, and the same things that were so cute during the day become pull-out-my-hair frustrating at night, especially since her favorite noise at night is an ear piercing shriek instead of cute little sighs and grunts and coos. I usually do okay with it until about four, when I become so absolutely exhausted that I run out of patience.

Of course, I have been pretty bad about taking naps during the day, especially if David is at work. There is so much stuff to get done…dishes piled up in the sink and laundry to do (especially Briana’s since she is the master of spit-up and the occasional diaper mishap), and bottles in need of washing seem to multiply every time I turn around. Then, just when I get a few things done and think “Okay, I will take that nap now,” Briana wakes up and needs to be fed or changed, or just wants to be cuddled. I don’t mind taking care of these things for her at all – it’s what I signed up for when I became a parent, and I love taking care of her. It does leave one exhausted though, when the night shift rolls around, and your hubby has to be able to function at work the next day, so it’s all on you.

So today, I decided I need to take better care of myself, so that I can have more patience with her at night. She took a four hour nap today, so I took a four hour nap today. David is home from work, and we have eaten dinner, so he is on baby duty, and as soon as I am done with this blog, I am on sleep duty. I can’t be a good mommy to my baby girl if all I am focused on at night is how much I want her to be quiet. The same will be true, I am sure, but at least I won’t be as exhausted, and I can take a bit more joy out of holding her, even when she is screaming and fussing.

Briana and I swayed and rocked and sang and danced our way through last night, rather than both of us crying and getting super frustrated with each other. Since I was more aware (read: had gotten more rest), I was better able to tell what it was that she really wanted, so she spent less time screaming and more just squirming around to get a better view of mommy, or the light, or a random place on the wall. She was just kind of taking it all in…unless I set her down. Then she was screaming again. Not much of a view from her bassinet, I guess.

Was I still exhausted this morning? You bet. But at least I wasn’t in tears. And that makes all the difference.

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It’s not all bad…

Published November 25, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

I realized last night that most of my blogs have been complaints about the terrible nights with Briana, and complaints about breastfeeding. Of course, being Briana’s mommy is not all terrible moments. The terrible moments are far outweighed by the happy moments, proud moments, and moments of amazement.

I knew that time would fly once she was born, but I hadn’t fully grasped what that meant until I brought her home. When she was born, she was already holding her head up a bit for a few seconds at a time. As wobbly as it was, it was still pretty amazing, considering how tiny she was. Now, she is twenty days old already, and holds her head up and looks around, and pushes herself further up your chest with her feet. She is awake for longer stretches every day, looking around at the world with her daddy’s beautiful eyes. She is fascinated by lights, and it’s pretty fun to watch her stare at nothing on a wall and try to figure out what caught her attention. And I swear she grows bigger and stronger every single second of the day! I can’t believe how much she has grown already. I almost cried last night. I was looking at her and I started to get misty eyed. David asked why and I said “She’s getting so big already! I’m not ready for her to get big yet!” Lucky for me, my husband is a nice guy, and he didn’t laugh at me. He just put his arms around me and told me that we “have quite a while with her yet.” What I thought in response, but didn’t say, was “Not so long…it’s gonna fly.”

I love being a mom, and I love being a “family” instead of a “couple.” I love watching my baby sleep, and rocking her, and kissing her little face. (And watching her facial expressions after I cover her face with kisses isn’t such a bad thing either…she always looks confused. :)) I love how every moment brings something new or precious or unexpected. I love watching David take delight in her every action, and I love listening to him talk to her and praise her and watch his face as he watches her. I love how much love has entered our lives since Briana was born.

Life as a mommy is pretty amazing, and I am so excited to experience all of it, whether good or bad.

Amazed New Mommy

Breastfeeding Decision…Made a little early.

Published November 24, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

The last two nights with Briana were terrible. Truly terrible. She started screaming and crying at 10:30 last night. I fed her and changed her and did the whole repeat thing…She wouldn’t settle down. After I would feed her, she would sleep, but only for about ten minutes at a time, never long enough for me to fall asleep. She was still acting hungry after I fed her, and I didn’t know what to do for her.

David came home on his “lunch” at about 3AM, and suggested giving her some of the Enfamil formula we had left from when we were supplementing her feedings the first week we brought her home. She ate 4 ounces of formula. Hmmm….After David left I decided to pump to see how much milk I had left. There was about an ounce in my left, and practically nothing in my right. No bueno. I don’t know if she had eaten so much that she emptied me out, or if my supply was just low because of how late it was, but I know why she was still acting hungry…

After she ate, I burped her and changed her, and she was asleep before we made it back into our bedroom. (Her changing table is in the nursery, but she is sleeping in a bassinet by our bed right now.) I think it was about 6:00 when I was finally able to close my eyes. I had her all set up in bed next to me…I know I’m not supposed to do that, but it calms her down, and I was desperate for sleep at this point. Plus, she had hold of my finger, and any time I tried to pull my hand away, she started fussing. So we fell asleep holding hands.

David got home from work a little before 8:00, and he came in and kissed my forhead. He said my eyes looked bruised because I was so tired, and told me to stay in bed with her, and he would come get her if she started to fuss. He was going to try to stay up because he isn’t on nights anymore, so he needed to straighten out his sleep schedule.

Briana must have gotten more than enough to eat though, because she slept until almost noon. I called David in to come change her and then went ahead and pumped so we could feed her. I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough, but I pumped more than enough for her to get a full meal. Yay! Briana seemed much happier after she had her bottle. She didn’t fuss or cry, she just looked up at me with those big ole blue eyes of hers and looked very content and satisfied. I talked to her for a little while and played with her hands while she looked at me like I was the weirdest person in the world. 🙂

So I’ve been pumping every couple of hours, and she woke up at 5:00 to eat (ate about 4 ounces again) and still hasn’t woken up, and it’s 8:00 now…though she is starting to stir now, so I’ll have to finish up this blog entry pretty quickly.

I know that some people are going to give me grief about not breastfeeding anymore, but they can just take a hike…this is between me and Briana, not me and Briana and everyone else. She is still getting my milk and all the healthy benefits from it. As for the whole “great bonding experience” thing, it’s only a great bonding experience if you actually enjoy it. I felt closer to her giving her the bottles today than I ever have when we were trying to breastfeed, because both of us were completely calm and relaxed, and she was getting enough to eat, and she looked happy, and that made me happy.

She’s hungry right now, gotta run!

Happy New Mommy

Thanksgiving Day and Today

Published November 23, 2012 by jessicalynndunning

I wrote a big long blog post about Thanksgiving Day and the crazy night that followed for Briana and I, and Word Press ate it. For some reason the post didn’t automatically save as a draft like it usually does. I have spent the last ten minutes trying to find it, and it is just…gone. This is a bummer, because I thought it was a particularly good post, and I don’t think I’ll be able to get it exactly right again.

The basic gist of the post was that Briana woke up at 6AM on Thanksgiving Day and refused to go back to sleep. So I was awake with her and trying to get myself ready for the day and then get her ready, all while daddy slept, because he was sick and he had to work that night for “Black Friday” even though it wasn’t Friday yet. (Don’t get me started on retailers opening on Thanksgiving just so they can make more money, or on the people who actually shop on Thanksgiving Day…) He was going to show up later, just in time for dinner, so that he could get some more sleep.

I had never taken Briana anywhere without my husband, so I was freaking out a little bit about getting her out the door and to my Dad’s house without making any dumb mistakes. We did make it there in one piece, however, and I survived not being able to see her in the van. (Either David or myself had been riding in back with her any time we went anywhere, so I hated not being able to see her face and make sure she was okay while I was driving. I think I’m going to invest in one of those mirrors that hangs on the seat so that you can see your baby in the rear-view mirror.)

Briana slept through most of her first Thanksgiving, being passed around to different members of the family like a football. I spent most of the day chatting with my (completely awesome) Aunt Julie and Uncle Tom. They have an eight year old (my favorite cousin), and I really value their input and advice, and just enjoy hearing stories about funny things that happened with my buddy when he was a baby. Julie is hilarious, and she always tells the truth with no sugarcoating when it comes to parenting, which I find refreshing and helpful. It makes me feel not quite so bad when I have a bad day with Briana.

Briana slept for five hours straight at my dads house, then woke up just long enough for a diaper change and a meal before going back to sleep. I knew I was going to regret that later in the evening, and I was completely right. She slept peacefully right up until the moment I walked in the front door at home, and then she woke up and started screaming. Since I had a migraine and had been awake since 6AM and it was now 11PM, this was incredibly frustrating, and painful. Every time she shrieked it felt like someone was hitting me in the face with a hammer while simultaneously squeezing my head in a vice. Not a good thing.

I fed her and burped her and changed her, and she was quiet for about half an hour and then started screaming again. Since she had only eaten off of one side (though at least she emptied me on that side), I thought “Maybe she’s hungry again…” Turns out, she was. She drained my other side too! Well, then she got fussy and gassy, so that set off another round of screaming. It took forever to calm her down from that, and then it was a diaper change, and then it was her being hungry again, and then repeat the whole cycle.

I tried to stay calm, but it’s hard when you have a migraine. The most I could manage was quiet crying instead of hysterical sobbing, and talking quietly to her (really alternating between singing and begging her to be quiet) instead of screaming right along with her. When David called me at 2AM on his second lunch (at my request), I was in the middle of feeding her yet again, and I had a complete breakdown on the phone with him. I had been awake for 20 hours and I was exhausted, I still had a migraine, and Briana just wouldn’t settle down!

David told me that he was going to leave at 3:30. “That’s when I’m scheduled to leave, and if they give me grief over it, I’ll tell them that I have a wife at home who has been awake with a fussy baby for over 20 hours and they can just deal.” I told him not to get fired, but that I would greatly appreciate him getting home as soon as possible. He made a few suggestions to help calm her down, and Briana could hear his voice coming from the phone. I swear to goodness it seemed like she was reaching for the phone, and she started wiggling around. I put it on speaker and he started talking to her (basically pretending to scold her for giving me such a hard time) and she kept looking at the phone and then looking around all confused. I think she recognized his voice and was wondering where daddy was. Maybe I’m just dreaming, and she was just listening to noise. But I can pretend that she was listening to her daddy.

She eventually lost interest when she didn’t spot daddy anywhere, so I told David I would let him get back to work. He promised he would be home as soon as possible, and I hung up. I remember burping her and laying her down on the bed next to me, and I vaguely remember putting the pacifier in her mouth in hopes that she would be quiet long enough for me to get ten minutes of sleep.

David says he got home at about 3:45, and that he found me completely passed out with Briana lying in bed next to me, halfway asleep. He picked her up and held her for a few minutes, and then put her in her bassinet. She didn’t wake up again until nearly seven, thank goodness.

Today I played the “wake up long enough to feed and change the baby and then go back to bed” game. Especially since David was sleeping so that he could work tonight, I felt like I deserved the rest. All three of us woke up at about 3:00 when she was hungry again. David and I stayed awake after she was fed and changed though…Miss Briana did not.

I am hoping that tonight isn’t so difficult. David isn’t leaving for work until 10:00, so I plan on getting a nap in before he goes, just in case…No more 20 hour marathons for me, thank you very much!

Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday, but you know, it was a holiday and Briana didn’t give me much time to spend on the computer. 🙂 Thanks for continuing to follow along with my (Mis)Adventures.

Tired New Mommy

This outfit also had brown striped pants that had a picture of a turkey on the butt. So she was Mommy’s Little Turkey Butt yesterday. 😀

 

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