The little one turns 2 months

bennett 2 months_1 bennett 2 months_2Baby Bennett turned 2 months!

He’s huge and already in 3-6 month / 6 month clothing and size 2 diapers.  He loves to eat and be help upright to see what is going on in the world.  He also really likes to burp and fart, he’s still gassy but less bothered by it.  He’s also very talkative, and coos and says “hi” and “hello” over and over.  Right now he has a really bad rash on his face, so I’m glad I got some photos before it took over.

I took Bennett to the doctor today where they told me that his bright red rash is a yeast rash (face and neck).  When they went to take his rectal temperature, he exploded poop on the table/nurse/floor, then peed on the nurse, then I picked him up and he peed on me, then he peed on the floor and wall.  We were easily the most excitement of their day.  He was super chill afterwards, like: whatever whatever, I do what I want.

It’s still tough to juggle Harrison in his terrible twos and Bennett in his infant stage, but I think it will be easier once H is potty trained and B will take a bottle!  So just a couple milestones to get through… big ones though.  Just getting through dinner with just the three of us feels like a major victory each weekday night.

H is going in to get a skin test done for milk soon based on his blood work.  It’s possible that he can have baked milk in the near future (squeeeee!).  All of his allergy levels went down this year which is great news, and is what we want to see.  Since he accidentally consumed 1 goldfish recently we were sort of thinking that milk would be OK but really who knows.  He also accidentally consumed butter just a couple weeks ago with no issue, so good news all around with his allergies.

Our kitchen cabinets were just refaced, so our mini kitchen renovation is basically done: new counters, new sink and appliances, and refaced and painted cabinets.  It was painful, but we are happy with it and also happy it’s done and over with.

Life is so crazy right now.  It’s really hard to keep track of like anything.  Most of the time, I don’t even know what day it is.

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Day In The Life – The Exhaustion Edition

A long day in the life.

5:45am – Bennett wakes up wanting to eat.  One boob is severely engorged for some reason, so I feed him on that side and put him back down to sleep.  Then I pump in the bedroom in the dark while I read email and sit on a bouncy ball – totally normal right?  I get dressed and brush my teeth, make Harrison’s lunch bag for school, throw in a load of laundry, clean pump parts, make coffee, move the car outside, deposit checks, buy gifts and organizing things for home online, organize a cabinet, clean a tub, flip through jcrew, put things into Bennett’s baby memory box, write emails, clean up Harrison’s toys, and think to myself maybe 50 times – when will someone start crying?

7:50am – I check on Bennett and he is awake.  One arm escaped the swaddle.  I bring him downstairs and change his clothes and his diaper at the changing table in the family room, he is all smiles this morning.

IMG_1353 IMG_1355He will be all smiles until I give him his Zantac (he screamed but kept it all down).  I can’t believe Harrison is still sleeping, he was up at 7am yesterday.  I put Harrison’s hash browns into the convection oven to cook.

8:05am – I feed Bennett again, and frantically watch the monitor wondering if Harrison will wake up.  Also, I try to listen for the guys working on our kitchen cabinets hoping they don’t arrive while I’m sitting on the couch with Bennett attached to my boob.

8:15am – I finish feeding Bennett, change his diaper, and sigh with relief when Harrison doesn’t wake up just yet and nobody catches me in the act.

8:20am – I hear the guys in the garage and thankfully I’m fully clothed.  I wake Harrison up and get him ready for school, it’s pajama day so he’s wearing some funny PJ hand me downs.  We head out to daycare drop off where I put Bennett into his Ergo and hold Harrison’s hand going in.

IMG_13598:45am – We are back in the car and I decide last minute to go to Target to get us out of the house away from the guys making noise in the kitchen and to pick up a few things on my list.  I eat a bar in the car for breakfast.  I swear I went to Target for like 3 things…

10:00am – Conveniently fed Bennett at the mall in a “nursery room”.  Right after he developed a rash on his face and arm.  I noticed this yesterday too… I suspect a food sensitivity – dairy or chocolate.  Next pedi visit is in 1.5 weeks so we’ll talk about it then.

11:30am – We’re back at home and the guys are still working in the kitchen.  I clean another tub while Bennett sleeps and I attach a mirror to the back seat of the car so I can see him in his car seat.

11:45am – Bennett is up and crabby.  I try and feed to him see if that’s what he wants.  I spray milk all over his face…again, and he does not appreciate it.  He eats, pukes, and develops the same rash as before.  Mental Note: don’t let even small amounts of dairy into my diet and now eliminate chocolate (OMFG, now what do I do?).  I put him into the Mamaroo and hope he will be cool with it for a little bit.

12:25pm – The guys are still working in the kitchen and I’m really hungry.  Important Thoughts Strike: I think I might need to get bangs again, I have a ton of broken little hairs that fall into my face and they drive me nuts.  It’s also only a matter of time before I lose all my pregnancy hair and get tiny baby hairs growing all over my head again.  I think I’m going to put a mini fridge in the bedroom for pumped milk – is that taking it too far?

12:45pm – Bennett wants to eat again.  He eats every hour from now until 11pm but hardly sleeps at all.  Why is that?

1:30pm – The guys are done working and I finally get to eat lunch.  I microwave an EVOL bowl while Bennett screams at me. Then I heat up some leftover soup but resist the urge to have a soda.  I feel like I’m always hungry.  I watch the end of The Chew.

2pm – Bennett takes a 15 minute cat nap in his crib for the first time ever.  I empty the dishwasher and bring the clean laundry upstairs.  He doesn’t sleep again for the rest of the afternoon, instead he’s just crab-tastic and won’t let me put him down.

5:15pm – We go pick Harrison up at school. Bennett pukes in the Ergo.

6:45pm – Harrison has eaten dinner and gets a bath.  Bennett sits in a little chair thing and looks at the attached mobile in the bathroom with us.  Harrison doesn’t want to get out of the tub, it’s his new thing.

8:30pm – Abe gets home late, everyone is tired.  Harrison and I danced to Despicable Me 2 like 15 times (to the Happy song). Bennett has a massive green poop, and is still in a sour mood.

8:40pm – I put Harrison to bed while Abe holds Bennett.  He usually goes to be earlier than this.  We read a book about Caillou not using diapers anymore and Good Night Good Night Construction Site.  He cries when I leave the room.

9:45pm – We all go upstairs and get ready for sleep.  Bennett is wearing Old Navy 3-6 month pajamas to bed and they fit perfectly.

10:30pm – Bennett won’t go to sleep on his own, he won’t nurse down either.  I bounced on a ball to get him to sleep and then put him down.  He should be exhausted, I don’t get it.

Most days aren’t this hard and crazy.

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Scattered Updates

Attending a wedding with an infant and a toddler was pretty awful.  It was really hot and humid, Harrison was running around like a maniac, Bennett was always hungry and I had to feed him and change him in a car, I ate 1 appetizer and a taco, didn’t have anything fun like wine or cake, and we left after dinner totally exhausted.  We even paid for a hotel that night and drove home the 1 hour instead because there is nothing more terrible than taking Harrison out of his element.  He’s just not agreeable to change.  We never want to leave the house again.  Ever.  But how stinking cute is a toddler bow tie and a baby vest??

IMG_1195 IMG_1205 IMG_1244Bennett has been on Zantac for 5 days.  I think I do see a positive difference in him when I can get him to swallow it.  He hates it though, and sometimes he coughs and it ends up on my face.  Harrison watched it happen this morning and got me a tissue – good kid.  I’m not sure that the dose is right… and now he has really really stinky poops.  It smells like rotten eggs every time so I’m hoping it’s the Zantac and not like something in my diet.  His sleeping has been better, but he’s had some general baby rage moments – I blame gas.

We have two momentous milestones in the near future for Harrison: 1. potty training and 2. moving into a toddler bed.  I read 1 potty training book so far, I want to read another one, I also want advice.  It’s overwhelming and I’m scared!  I’m looking forward to not having to change a tiny person’s diaper anymore and not having 50 pounds of diapers in the trash each week.  I’m not looking forward to needing to make emergency pit stops in stores and during even the briefest of road trips.  2 weeks and potty training begins…. or like once my parents get back from their vacation, then I can get my mom to help with the baby while I work with Mr. H.

My back is still bothering me.  I’ve been to the chiropractor twice and I honestly don’t have the time to do anything else.  I went for a run/walk today to test it out and had to stop running after just a few minutes, walking wasn’t so bad so I’ll try and walk for the rest of the week and see how that goes.  I am just like not sure how to fix it and I don’t have time for PT so obviously the answer for me is just to deal with it and not really fix it the right way like a responsible human being.  This is one of those things that I know is going to plague me for a long time and I’ll constantly be like: omg, my fucking back, and omg I want to run but my damn back!

I’m going to start pumping bottles for Bennett soon.  He took a bottle initially (with formula even) but then suddenly refused them so I stopped trying for about 3 weeks because there was too much other stuff going on and I didn’t need to supplement anymore.  Now I need to start again in order to prepare for daycare and so I can leave the house without him for more than an hour at a time.  I’m going crazy.  Harrison cried and cried and went like hours before he would take a bottle for me.  It was one of those super stressful moments where I think that I’m doing something wrong as a mother.  I’m thinking that I’ll stick with Dr. Brown’s bottles again, but am open to try something else – suggestions are welcome.  I have a huge bin of a variety of bottles that didn’t work for H that I’d be willing to resurrect again.  Hopefully Bennett won’t be as stubborn, he seems to be somewhat more agreeable than H was.

Harrison’s speech is pretty hilarious these days.  He never stops talking.

H: “Harrison hit Eleanor”
Me: “We don’t hit our friends Harrison.  Ms. Tammy said you didn’t hit Eleanor at school.”
H: “Harrison didn’t hit Eleanor…. Yet.”

Also, I gave Harrison a really old digital camera so he could take photos around the house since it was just sitting there not being used.  There is now a photo on there of me going to the bathroom.  Argh.

Bennett’s newborn photos are scheduled for next week.  He will be 9 weeks old and probably 16 pounds.  I wouldn’t really call them newborn photos at this point.  He’s already cooing and smiling and some days I feel like he is just going to get up and walk away or like order a pizza or something.  Time is flying with this one and I still can’t get over how big he is.  I’ll be packing away his 3 month clothes very soon, like this weekend.

I packed away all my maternity tops and dresses.  The pants will get packed away in a little while since I’ll probably need maternity work pants.  Unfortunately, I’m holding steady at 15 pounds over where I want to be.  This has not stopped me from eating chocolate and candy at a frightening rate.  Weight loss is about self control and obviously that’s not something that I have right now. What I have right now is a strong headed toddler on the verge of potty training, a 2 ton baby who is basically hanging off my boob all day long, a house that looks like a hoarding show, kitchen cabinets that are being painted right now in the garage (woo wee), insane amounts of laundry, and sheets that haven’t been washed in like 8 weeks.  Pass me another Twix…

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Huge Baby Problems

Bennett went to the pediatrician yesterday and at 7 weeks he now weighs 14 pounds and 3 ounces.  That is the 95th percentile.  I seriously cannot get over how huge he is.  To put this into perspective, we went to a birthday party for a little girl turning 1 on Sunday and she weighs 16 pounds… they looked the same size.

IMG_1114Very much related to Bennett being huge, I had to go to the chiropractor the other day.  I messed up my back.  Most of the day it’s OK but if I exercise, or lean/bend over in a certain way I have excruciating sharp pain which can last an hour or two so I can barely walk, like I can hardly put any weight on my left foot.  I spend most of the night with the pain since I’m constantly leaning and bending over putting Bennett back into his bed.  I went to the chiropractor instead of the doctor because I thought it was a joint issue and I wanted to start treating it right away – turns out it’s more muscle than joint probably.  No stroller runs for a while until I can work this thing out (apparently stretching hamstrings helps back pain??).  I’m frustrated with this because I was really into our stroller runs and my weight loss is at a total standstill now and those feel good mood boosters that I get after working out are now gone too and I really needed those.  I’m sad again, when I’m sad I cry and I shop.  I bought 4 pairs (2 heels and 2 sneakers) of shoes and two necklaces (the cheapies of real ones I want).  I’m also thinking about redecorating our bedroom and painting the kids bathroom because those are sane ideas right now.

We’re going to my brother’s wedding in Maine later today.  Not like 7 hours away Maine, like 1.5 hours away Maine.  Either way, with 2 kids in tow we could be going to the park and it would still be a massive ordeal.  I have an entire table covered in stuff we need to jam into the car – the stroller will take up most of the trunk.  Moments like these, I totally understand why people have minivans (side note: Mark Walhberg totally drives a minivan and loves it, who would have thought?).

7 weeks postpartum and I just didn’t have time/patience to try on many dresses, and I’m probably going to wear something I have in the closet that is absolutely nothing special and way more day dress than cocktail/evening attire.  I really should have put more effort into this, but 1. the shape of my body is fucking weird and 2. mehhh.  I painted my nails, so that should count for something.  Harrison has a super cute polka dot bow tie from Etsy and freaking Cole Haan shoes I got him at Marshalls for $8 and Bennett has an outfit with a vest (also from Marshalls).  Mom and dad are just winging it, I mean really they’re lucky if we shower.

I did my first daycare drop off for Harrison yesterday with Bennett.  Up until this point my parents have helped with drop offs and pickups so Bennett never had to go.  It went really well, all things considered.  I put Bennett into the Ergo and held Harrison’s hand and his big bag of stuff.  Drop off was easy, pickup was a little harder because I had to get Harrison into his seat while wearing Bennett.  After this experience, I watched a video on how to put your infant into the Ergo and it turns out that I’m not really doing it right.  It’s not like wrong, but I guess it could be done better.  You’d think that I would have watched this video at some point prior to now…  He’s just so big that he doesn’t fit into the insert well, but he can’t really go in without it because he needs the neck support.  I have a Boba too, but he’s too big for the newborn hold but I can’t get him into the hold where his legs hang out evenly.  One leg is always high and the other one is much lower and he hates it and tries to run away.  I need someone to come to my house and show me how to wear Bennett properly.  I might try a Baby Bjorn for a little while, I hear they are easy and fast which is what I need for the pickup/dropoff situation.  I hate to buy another baby carrier but convenience and sanity is most important right now.

We are hoping to survive life over the next few days.  No guarantees.

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We’re at 6 Weeks – let’s just stop

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I’ve been working out with Bennett outside by run/walking around the parking lot of school next to the house like every other day.  It’s hard.  I haven’t really run in like 4 years and my body is like WTFFFF.  You know what else, after I do this little workout I do squat jumps in the driveway as neighbors drive by.  Like jumping up and down, arms swinging around, baby in the stroller, and mini vans zooming by.  I’m now the weird neighbor.  It has recently come to my attention that the stroller plus car seat (for neck stabilizing purposes) plus baby is over 40 pounds so that might explain why it’s so Excruciatingly difficult.

Today Bennett is 6 weeks old, which means that I am 6 weeks postpartum.  I’m heading out to my checkup in a little bit.  My recovery has been way more awesome than expected.  At 6 weeks, my body barely remembers it was ever pregnant… I mean obviously I was and I look like I was.  It just feels so good to not have a gigantic baby lodging inside me – who btw is in 3 month clothes but is almost in 6 month clothes, holy crap.

Bennett’s sleeping is driving me INSANE.  For the past week he’s really been like less awake during the day and more awake at night.  We had been making such good progress and then suddenly: boom, mom is up with baby every hour at night.  EVERY HOUR PEOPLE!!  I’m totally losing it, like 4 days of like 2 hours of sleep a night.  I’m emotional and tired and brain dead.  What’s worse, is that I often forget to drink my coffee in the morning.  Suddenly it will be like 1pm and I’ll be like: dammit, I forgot my caffeine!  and then Bennett will fall asleep on top of me and then puke and then poop.  Babies…

Also something that I was never good at with Harrison – Bottles – Bennett is now rejecting a bottle even with breast milk inside.  He won’t take formula and he won’t take a bottle, and he looks at me or anyone holding it like we Must Be Joking.  I can’t even.  The ‘tude already.

And Harrison… we’ve watched Despicable Me 2 maybe 50 times in the past 2 weeks, and he will not stop talking.  All the time, just so many words and so much nonsense and so many Why Mamas?  Why Why Why?  It’s unreal.  Someday I will know the answer to everything, but that day is not today.

harrison and bennett

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Remedial Parenting

Imagine this – a toddler laying on the floor having his diaper changed by his dad, and you look down and notice there is a poop sitting on the ground.  An actual poop.  AHH!  Burn everything in the house!  Run Away!  But really, that is the kind of stuff that happens in my house.  We are happy to give really insightful parenting classes.  We might as well open one of those like parenting hubs, we’ll call it “How To Do Things Almost The Right Way” or “How To Just Barely Keep Your Kids Alive” or “Just Getting By”.

Yesterday, little H took a header off the couch – Yet Again.  He was driving around one of his little bulldozers or something on the couch and the cushion was hanging off the edge more than it should have been so he got near the edge and then fell right off and landed on his mouth.  Like his face hit the hardwood floor directly and I was shocked that all of his teeth were intact.  I wasn’t too far from him but I was holding the baby so I couldn’t do anything but watch it happen.  He hits something on his head/face like once a week.  In fact, he still has a bruise on his forehead from hitting his head on a bar stool in the kitchen last week.  Double parenting fail.

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His new bike helmet (with trucks on the sides obviously) – or really what he should be wearing at all times

The other night, I was in the bedroom at like 11:30pm trying to get baby B to become sleepy so I could get some effing sleep.  He was laying on the boppy and then suddenly out of nowhere, he projectile vomited – like a fountain straight up several inches and then right back down all over him, the boppy, and me.  I had to peel off my clothes to change while vomit dripped off of me.  I haven’t had time to wash that boppy cover yet…

It’s been 3 nights in a row of bedtime past 12:00am for baby B.  That’s like so late for me.  last week he was going to bed for the night before 11pm which is much more reasonable.  I want to die, and he’s really a good baby but he’s really not yet learned that mom likes to sleep at night.  Sometimes when I’m sitting there with him and he’s like either nursing or not sleeping on me or groaning with gas pain, I escape for a moment and remember what it’s like to sleep in a bed horizontally with a pillow and a blanket and a spouse and with the lights totally off. When I’m not half asleep, I think about vacations to all inclusive resorts and drinks garnished with umbrellas.  I’m just kidding, I really just think about a car with a trunk big enough to handle a stroller and groceries at the same time.

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Newborns and Not Laying Flat and Postpartum at 4 Weeks

In an interesting turn of events, little H slept through the night two days in a row and baby B was the more difficult one.

For H, we turned off the TV at 7 and turned on music and just played and at 8:30 we asked him who he wanted to put him to read his stories.  He chose me twice (it was weird, he never chooses me over daddy) and we went upstairs and he did his routine super easily and then I put him in his crib and he started to get weepy.  I tried to quickly explain that everyone is going to bed, and we would play in the morning.  He cried moderately for about 10 minutes and then slept through till 6:45am so this is worlds better than previously – but maybe he was just like extra tired.

With baby B, I really wanted to try and transition him to his cosleeper instead of his beloved rocker so that he could get used to laying flat.  He has refused to lay flat ever since the day he came home at four days old for some reason.  He was flat in the hospital obviously, but for some reason he absolutely refuses to lay flat here at home.  I tried swaddling him tightly, loosely, putting him down awake, putting him down almost asleep, putting him down fully asleep, no swaddle, velcro swaddle, blanket swaddle, etc.  No matter what I did, he’d immediately start fussing and then full-out crying.  I went through these motions for about 2.5 hours and then I was like: seriously EFF this, and then put him down sleepy but awake in his rocker and then 2 minutes later he was asleep.  OK… so 1 thing is good here: he’s able to put himself to sleep if I put him down just sleepy and not fully asleep.  That’s something that we battled with H for a long long time.  I still can’t understand why he won’t sleep flat on his back though, it’s really annoying, and this will be a habit we’ll have to break in the future.  Is it reflux or just preference?  It’s bothering me that I can’t figure it out.

To try and ease this issue, I’m going to try and spend more time flat on his back during the day.  Maybe put his pack and play in the family room or something similar and have him spend some time in there during the day.  He will lay flat in his baby gym but not more than 5 minutes before fussing and then freaking out.  We tried just laying flat together on the floor to practice and he was like: No Momma, Just No.  Yet another tiny human in this house that doesn’t want to listen to his mom.  Is this not laying flat thing normal?  It seems like google says it’s pretty normal but really is it?

Bennett and Momma (1)My brother is getting married in 3 weeks.  I ordered a couple dresses from Anthropologie (two different sizes of the same dress) but it was super unflattering on me so I will return them.  The general idea of buying a dress to wear at an event postpartum is totally beyond me… like how do you even dress for that?  I’m obviously a lot bigger all around than I used to be and my boobs are like Really big.  I also tried a few flowy dresses at like Marshalls and they were like actual potato sacks on my body, I wish I took a photo in the changing room.  This morning I ordered another dress to try (two different sizes), and I feel a little bit better about this one.  Before I had B, I bought a dress at Jcrew a size bigger than I would normally wear there because it was on clearance and this morning it actually kind of fit.  The shift style is very forgiving, so this is great that I have something to fall back on – will still need industrial strength Spanx though to hold in a belly.  Will also need to keep on with the T25, 30 day shred, and stroller walks.  I feel like such a middle aged / soccer mom lady doing these “workouts”, but whatever it helps me feel better about myself.  It truly does make me feel a LOT better like mentally and physically. I was such a disaster after having little H, that at this point the fact that I haven’t almost checked myself into a mental hospital is a victory.  I’m listening to Serial in these pics.  Everything I do is multi-tasked!

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4 Weeks postpartum and down a little more than half the weight I gained.  Still in maternity pants though, big time.  I can’t even get into how horrible my stomach looks though, it’s going to be a lifetime of one-piece swim suits from now on.  I mean, they can be gorgeous one pieces, but they will still be covering the shrunken and weird looking stretch marks that my HUGE baby blessed me with.  Oh well, all I can do is rub Bio Oil on them a lot and hope that they fade with time.

Anyhow, so 3 more weeks till my brother’s wedding.  My only goal is to be able to wear a dress, any dress, and not feel or look like an overstuffed sausage.  The boys will be wearing bow ties!!

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WANTED: Live in night time nanny to 1 CRAZY toddler

Baby B is still really gassy, but the past 2 nights he has been sleeping better so it seems like the gas is bothering him less.  I switched from the Enfamil Newborn formula they started him on at Mass General to Earth’s Best Organic Sensitivity to supplement.  I’m not sure that the formula was really an issue since I don’t supplement every day, only as needed… like 2 ounces every other day or something in that moment where he’s obviously hungry and mad but has cluster fed me to death.  On Friday, B took 1 ounce of the new formula and Monday he took a full 2 ounces (both with Dr. Brown’s preemie sized nipples).  I did no formula research at all.. and now I find myself getting sucked into the deep rabbit hole that is debate about which formula is best.  I don’t know… I know that he was gassy before with lots of discomfort, and now seems less gassy with less discomfort and he seems to like the flavor more (but warning: this is like the foamiest/bubbliest mix I’ve ever seen).  I don’t care to spend hours analyzing what is in each and every formula especially since he’s only consuming a small amount, and I’ve finally come to the conclusion that every formula is different with every baby.  You could seriously waste days of your life comparing and contrasting all the formulas out there.  Sure, I could have called my doctor and asked for a recommendation but I was happy enough with the one that we ended up with.  I will call and discuss if this one causes problems down the road.

At night, I went back to the velcro swaddle since he didn’t object when I put him in there on Sunday and he slept as expected: up almost every 1.5-2 hours.  Another thing that I changed was that I am now using Pampers Baby Dry diapers just at night (they claim 12 hour protection), and will change it half way through the night if I smell a poop.  This is instead of changing his diaper like 2-3 times during the night, which I felt was just too disruptive at this age and really a little pee isn’t a big deal.

So the baby issues seem to be somewhat under control but the toddler issues are beyond out of control at this point!

H hasn’t been sleeping well, it’s very inconsistent and it started well before B was born – maybe like 1.5 months ago he started to really regress.  Sometimes he gets put down and goes right to sleep, but like 5 out of 7 nights he goes down crying and screaming.  To make things worse, he’ll wake at 3am and then cry and scream bloody murder for at least an hour but usually more.  This is a problem because Abe is on toddler duty while I am on baby duty, and so he’s completely lost his mind dealing with this crazy kid and then getting up to get ready for work at 6am.  I think that this is separation anxiety along with just being a toddler and so so stubborn.  What I don’t know is how to fix it, I feel like a broken record on this topic.  We have tried most everything and nothing has really helped, if he sleeps through the night it’s pure luck and we practically throw a party the next day.

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Building a castle and doing yoga

There was a time when I thought that toddler-hood really suited H well, and now suddenly I’m feeling like: WTF happened to my sweet and funny little boy??  He uses the F word and tells me about biting his friends at school and tells me to do things and get him juice, etc. etc. Just WHY!?  If this is what he’s like as a toddler, what does this even mean for the teenage years?  Are we doomed?  Or is this who is he now and then later he’ll become a well adjusted young man who is Harvard-bound? – that is more like my dream and less like the reality.  He hit his head twice in the past 2 days (in addition to the 45 times he’s already hit it).  Is this why people have more than 1 child?!

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Gas Solutions?

IMG_9882I’m trying to attack this gas/fussiness with baby B.  Last night was not much better than the previous two.  The only real difference is that at one point around 4am, I took him into bed with me and nursed him laying down and I got a little bit more sleep that way.  He actually slept flat on his back, and I was super uncomfortable but was laying down and not sitting in a chair.

Last night I tried the gas drops and gripe water in the evening.  Neither seemed to do anything.  Today, I got some advice on trying a new supplementing formula.  He was using Enfamil Newborn while in the NICU, so that’s what we used when he got home.  I never had any problems with him rejecting it or anything until 2 days ago when he decided suddenly that it wasn’t cool anymore.  I really have no idea if the formula is the problem or not or if he just doesn’t want a bottle anymore now that we’re in a breast feeding groove, but I’m willing to try something else.  A friend recommended Earth’s Best.  I went with the Sensitivity one since this is the whole reason for us to switch (gas and fussiness).  Also, I read somewhere that switching to a preemie sized bottle nipple will help let in less air when a baby is drinking so I picked a few up to try out.  I didn’t even know they made preemie nipples… but now I do and it’s worth a shot.  Is there anything else that I should consider??  I feel insane.

To cope with this insanity, I ventured out of the house today.  I’ve basically been shut in since B arrived home so we could try to keep him away from germs, but he’s almost a month old now so it’s time – Momma needs to get the EFF out of the house.  We went shopping and I bought two new pairs of sandals for myself (they are both really similar but I was like: WHATEVER!!  Too Tired To Care).  Nordstrom is having some kind of like “price matching” sale right now.  I never really bought new shoes after H was born 2 years ago, I just got rid of the ones that didn’t fit so shoes are always something that I need.  I also picked up a few things at Pottery Barn Kids for the boys – they are having a “buy more save more sale”.  The people at PB Kids even let me nurse in the store… weird?  Maybe, but it was really convenient and H was suddenly super hungry as I was trying to check out.  He was super well behaved at the mall for close to 3 hours, which was a major surprise to me.  I had planned on running in and out with what we needed, but since he wasn’t fussing I just stayed and walked around.  Later, we ran out to the grocery store to literally pick up like 5 items and he was Not Good.  Figures, the short errand is the one that he had a problem with.

Here’s to Friday and finding more sleep.

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When Gas Happens

My super baby isn’t so super anymore.  Two nights in a row of bad sleeping and a good amount of daytime fussing.  Yesterday, at one point I think I held him for like 4 hours straight during the day and now my back is killing me.  It seems to me like he just has a lot of uncomfortable gas because there is just an endless amount of farting going on.  Last night, he woke up a couple times just screaming so it must just like hurt in his stomach or something… I don’t know.  This morning I tried the baby gas relief drops which I bought in advance of having B just in case we needed them (totally one of those things I thew into my cart at Target without really even thinking) – like I gave him the dose, then put him down on the couch and got the Boba wrap on and in those like 2 minutes he let out plenty of gas so I guess it worked.  The drops never worked with H, or maybe he didn’t really have gas when I thought he did.  B immediately fell asleep in the wrap too once I got him in there.  Just a sidenote: i was always afraid of the Boba wrap because it seemed too complicated to try and get a baby in there quickly, but really it wasn’t that complicated and the baby seems to enjoy it.  I also have the Baby Ergo, I think they each have their own purpose.

bennett boba wrap

Passed the EFF out.

I seriously hope this is a phase.  I’m on two days in a row of like 2 hours of sleep per night.  I’m also back to the whole: do I swaddle him or not swaddle him??  Some nights he likes it and other nights he hates it.  Also – he’s sleeping in his my snug-a-bunny rocker which is slightly elevated (he wouldn’t lay flat the first night he was home so we just moved right to the napper, I suspected maybe reflux or something), but I really want get him into the co-sleeper so he can get used to laying flat before it’s too late and then his feet are hanging off the end of it like H.  H LOVED sleeping in that stupid thing, and it was really hard to get him out however it also gave him flat head so I want to try and avoid that this time around.

Any advice on there on 1. baby gas and 2. getting your baby to lay flat??  Why won’t my babies lay flat like everyone else?

I’m so tired.

Also, because little H has a ton of food allergies and had a lot of trouble when I was nursing him with bad bad eczema and reactions to food that I was consuming we are hyper sensitive to the idea that something I’m eating could cause gas in the baby.  That being said, because of H’s allergies our pantry is pretty bland.  I only consume dairy once every few days.  Every third day or so I’ll have a Greek yogurt and that’s it.  I don’t eat cheese or butter or whatever.  I have 1 cup of coffee daily brewed at home and I use vanilla almond milk.  I try to keep everything I eat to 1-2 servings so nothing is overdone (that’s how I knew H had a nut allergy, there was mega peanut butter binge).  I’m avoiding all spicy foods – one day I had a sub with hots on it and B slept like a dream that night, so I probably don’t need to but I avoid anyway.  My diet is boring and bland and just about everything has been eaten at home, so nothing crazy at a restaurant.  I may cut out dairy completely if this continues as an experiment, but I really don’t feel that it’s the contributing factor to the gas situation.  I think the biggest thing is just that B’s digestive system is trying to mature and it’s just taking some time maybe.

During this morning’s T25 workout (the cardio disk which is the hardest and bouciest), I only peed my pants like once or twice.  Look at that improvement!!  I still died.  Baby B watched me do the whole thing – it was kind of creepy.  Usually he sleeps, but this time he just like watched me jump up and down while he let out little grunts and toots.  Whatever, at least he let me finish it.  Now I’m just hoping that he lets me take a nap this afternoon!

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