Saturday, July 23, 2011

I Just Want To Eat My Lunch and Pee!!!

Things have been a little crazy around here for the past month (one month exactly today). I feel like I am constantly cleaning, feeding, dressing, washing or changing a child. It has truthfully not been as bad as I expected...possibly because I expected the absolute worst. It has been busy, exciting, stressful and tiring for sure and we are all still adjusting to our new family. I am trying to make a point of leaving the house every single day and to take Connor to do something active so he doesn't drive my insane running laps around the house. It takes me about 30 minutes to actually pull out of the garage once I start getting ready to leave. It seems like no matter what, one of the boys poops right before we get in the car. Everything is doable, it just takes a little planning.

With as much as I am running around and going up and down the stairs I was expecting to be shedding the pounds like mad. Not so much...and I just figured out why. I don't have time to eat proper, balanced meals. I start out the day with a diet coke, a kashi protein bar and a cocktail of vitamins to try to get me going. Most of the time I start to make myself something for lunch and can't finish getting it ready so I shove a giant handful of Cheez-Its in my mouth on the way to the laundry room for the tenth time that day.

I get out two slices of whole wheat bread, Connor starts whining that his milk is in the Buzz Lightyear cup and not the Lightning McQueen cup.

Change the cup.

Take the lean sliced turkey out of the refrigerator to put on my sandwich. Charlie wakes up from his morning nap and has exploded poop out of the side of his diaper.

Change the diaper, clothes and sheet. Dispose of stinky mess. Start a new load of poo-stained laundry. Lay Charlie in the swing.

Wash sprouts and lettuce to put on the sandwich. Hear a loud crashing sound and a scream. Connor has crashed his push car into the swing and woken the baby up again.

Pick up Charlie to make sure he is still in one piece while simultaneously trying to discipline Connor without just straight out yelling at him. Baby is fine but still screaming. Chase Connor while holding baby to try to catch him for a time out. Pull out the ole one arm toddler tackle move, taking Connor down on the carpet while still holding a screaming Charlie. Drag a now screaming Connor to the stairs by one arm for time out. Spend the next five minutes trying to calm the baby down. Baby is quietly sucking on his paci sitting in his bouncy chair and Connor has forgotten why he was in timeout and has stopped crying too but still no sandwich because my bladder is about to burst from all the diet coke I had that morning.

Two more steps until I reach the bathroom door. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" Connor has crashed into the corner of the wall.

So by 1 pm I have an injured child, stale bread, rotten turkey, wilted greens and a little pee in my own pants. There is always tomorrow...

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Oh my achin back aka Oh my leakin boobies

We survived our first day without any grandparents to help. Luckily Charlie slept two three and a half hour stretches last night so I got decent sleep. I think Chris got less but he can fall asleep within two minutes so I don't feel too sorry for him ;) I can definitely feel the difference between bringing home our first child and bringing home our second. I am WAY less afraid of this kid! He is nine days old. When Connor was nine days old I was nervous all the times, had not slept in 40 hours and had already called the pediatrician a dozen times to make sure he was not dying. This time...not so much. I am hoping my new found calm continues this coming week when Chris goes back to work!

My biggest issue is my back and boobs hurting like crazy! I am so bad about lifting with my legs instead of my back. I better learn quickly though because I am already sore from lifting a 40 pounder AND holding a little guy.

Since I had so much difficulty with breastfeeding Connor and he ended up on formula anyway, we decided that I would skip it completely this time. Charlie is doing well and is a much better sleeper as a result but my boobs are KILLING me! I have not been without a skin tight sports bra since he was born. I've been using ice packs and advil to help the pain but every time that child (or Connor) cries I get shooting pains from my armpit to my nipple and then have a lovely gush of breastmilk. Why is it that when you are desperate for the milk to come it will not but when you are trying to keep it away it is free flowing?

I even had a leak through my shirt the other night in front of my father in law. I didn't go running into my room embarrassed. Again, there is the difference between the first and second child.