Little Charlie (aka Darth Vader) is doing much better with his breathing treatments. It's pretty hard to look cute wearing a mask but he pulls it off.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Most exciting moment since Charlie was born
I was sitting at my desk in the living room working on something when Connor started screaming from upstairs. I jumped up and started up in a panic. "Mom I pooped IN the potty!!!". And sure enough he did! As he stood next to the toilet beaming with pride, I could not have been more proud if he had just found a cure for cancer.
Little Charlie (aka Darth Vader) is doing much better with his breathing treatments. It's pretty hard to look cute wearing a mask but he pulls it off.
Little Charlie (aka Darth Vader) is doing much better with his breathing treatments. It's pretty hard to look cute wearing a mask but he pulls it off.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
A house is not a home
I was chatting with another mom at the park when Connor walked up and asked, "when are we going to transport Charlie to our habitat?". Love that kids vocabulary.
Monday, January 16, 2012
One Liners
Well, it appears as though I am not able to keep up with a blog at this point in my life. I recently read an article in Good Housekeeping (kind of embarassingly my favorite magazine these days) about keeping a one sentence journal. I think I can handle that. I started writing it last week and decided to put them on the blog with the hope that as I type the one sentence journal I may find myself writing a little more to remember the funny/special/frustrating/happy moments in my life.
1/11/12
Charlie was diagnosed with RSV today. Connor runs and hides when I turn on the nebulizer because he says he doesnt like it because it makes Charlie cry. Sweet boy.
1/12/12
Connor was running around all day yelling, "I'm gonna cut your pants off and make you smart!" Um....O....K....
1/13/12
RSV and two ear infections...poor Charlie. He is in a surprisingly good mood for being so sick. Such a good natured boy.
1/14/12
Connor read "Baby Bear Baby Bear," out loud. Screech owl became "scratching owl" and Mule deer became "Reindeer." So cute.
1/15/12
Connor was constipated and, as usual, trying to avoid pooping. We got into the bathroom and he said, "I want to try it standing up." Sorry honey, that one doesn't quite work that way.
1/16/12
Connor is obsessed with helping me clean up the kitchen after dinner. It is wonderful. I give it a week. On another note, Charlie put the rectal thermometer in his mouth today. :)
1/11/12
Charlie was diagnosed with RSV today. Connor runs and hides when I turn on the nebulizer because he says he doesnt like it because it makes Charlie cry. Sweet boy.
1/12/12
Connor was running around all day yelling, "I'm gonna cut your pants off and make you smart!" Um....O....K....
1/13/12
RSV and two ear infections...poor Charlie. He is in a surprisingly good mood for being so sick. Such a good natured boy.
1/14/12
Connor read "Baby Bear Baby Bear," out loud. Screech owl became "scratching owl" and Mule deer became "Reindeer." So cute.
1/15/12
Connor was constipated and, as usual, trying to avoid pooping. We got into the bathroom and he said, "I want to try it standing up." Sorry honey, that one doesn't quite work that way.
1/16/12
Connor is obsessed with helping me clean up the kitchen after dinner. It is wonderful. I give it a week. On another note, Charlie put the rectal thermometer in his mouth today. :)
Monday, August 15, 2011
Loophole
Most of the time I feel like I am completely spinning my wheels and might as well be trying to teach a cow how to vacuum. I swear I have said the same things five thousand times and it just goes in one of Connors ears and out the other. I had a momentary validation today.
We were leaving Target this morning and I told Connor to get in his seat while I loaded Charlie and the bags into the car. I got everything into the car and cranked it up. "Wait mom! I need my seat belt!". Woops...bad mommy forgot to buckle the kid in. After I had buckled him in and was driving back to the house I was feeling pretty cocky about my parenting skills. My almost three year old would not let me drive without putting his seat belt on! He listened! He remembered! I am AWESOME!!!!
We got home and he walked into the house, saw his toy disaster in the living room and said, "Look at all this mess!!" Then he picked up some cars and threw them into a bucket. Now, I know that is not much but for him it is huge. Again I am thinking I was an awesome parent. My child recognized a mess and decided to clean it up (somewhat).
With my chest puffed out with pride I started to get lunch ready. Peanut butter sandwich with strawberries. And there comes the attitude I know so well. "I don't WAAAAAAANT these strawberries!!!!!!" "Well Connor, if you eat all of your strawberries you can have some chocolate goldfish." Chocolate goldfish are his crack. He started at the strawberries then looked at me with his signature mischievous smirk. Then my wonderfully behaved, always following directions little boy proceeded to grab three sliced strawberries and shove them all into his mouth at one time. "No sir! One bite at a time!" I started yelling. One stray slice slipped out of his mouth and he quickly snatched it back up and shoved it back in. Apparently that slice was just a little more than his mouth could hold and he started gagging. Somehow this child managed to throw up and let the barf fall out of his mouth without letting one single strawberry slice fall out of his mouth. Red vomit all over the clothes and table...and of course on the one day he is wearing nice clothes instead of a t shirt. By the time my shock wore off he was swallowing the last of the giant bite and coughing. "Chocolate goldfish mommy!" he says with a giant smile. I hag to give them to him...after all he did eat all the strawberries like I told him to.
"Mommy, this pants needs some oxyclean." That's my boy!
We were leaving Target this morning and I told Connor to get in his seat while I loaded Charlie and the bags into the car. I got everything into the car and cranked it up. "Wait mom! I need my seat belt!". Woops...bad mommy forgot to buckle the kid in. After I had buckled him in and was driving back to the house I was feeling pretty cocky about my parenting skills. My almost three year old would not let me drive without putting his seat belt on! He listened! He remembered! I am AWESOME!!!!
We got home and he walked into the house, saw his toy disaster in the living room and said, "Look at all this mess!!" Then he picked up some cars and threw them into a bucket. Now, I know that is not much but for him it is huge. Again I am thinking I was an awesome parent. My child recognized a mess and decided to clean it up (somewhat).
With my chest puffed out with pride I started to get lunch ready. Peanut butter sandwich with strawberries. And there comes the attitude I know so well. "I don't WAAAAAAANT these strawberries!!!!!!" "Well Connor, if you eat all of your strawberries you can have some chocolate goldfish." Chocolate goldfish are his crack. He started at the strawberries then looked at me with his signature mischievous smirk. Then my wonderfully behaved, always following directions little boy proceeded to grab three sliced strawberries and shove them all into his mouth at one time. "No sir! One bite at a time!" I started yelling. One stray slice slipped out of his mouth and he quickly snatched it back up and shoved it back in. Apparently that slice was just a little more than his mouth could hold and he started gagging. Somehow this child managed to throw up and let the barf fall out of his mouth without letting one single strawberry slice fall out of his mouth. Red vomit all over the clothes and table...and of course on the one day he is wearing nice clothes instead of a t shirt. By the time my shock wore off he was swallowing the last of the giant bite and coughing. "Chocolate goldfish mommy!" he says with a giant smile. I hag to give them to him...after all he did eat all the strawberries like I told him to.
"Mommy, this pants needs some oxyclean." That's my boy!
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...
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.
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.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Charles Michael Bass
I think I have already forgotten some of the details of the big day but I am going to try to remember the best that I can. Something about pushing a baby out makes you forget a few things.
Chris and I got to the hospital at 6 am for my induction. They had me fill out all my paperwork and got me hooked up to all the machines and then it was time for the nurses shift change so we got a little delayed. Our nurse, Anita, arrived and a resident inserted a prostaglandin gel called prepadyl to start dilation. It burned like icy hot and started some contractions immediately. I was in a little pain but nothing unbearable. Lea Ann. Mom and Dad got to the hospital around 7:30 and prepared for the day of waiting. One of the residents checked my cervix and it was only a 3 but Dr. Martin asked them to go ahead and try to break my water. Two residents tried and decided that it was still too high and they were not comfortable breaking the water. Dr. Martin came to the hospital and did it herself. Boy, was that a strange feeling. When Connor was born I had already had an epidural at that point and didn't feel it so this was a new experience for me. Nurse Anita started the pitocin and Dr. Martin told me I was free to get an epidural at any time.
In comes the anesthesiologist. Woohoo! Except there was on spot on my right hip/ovarian area that was not numb. I was feeling the contractions on that area fairly strongly so they came back and gave me a little top off. Gone was the pain but on came the pressure. The nurse checked my cervix again and it was still only a 5. Boo! About that time, Charlie's heart rate began to drop and they made me turn on my side and take oxygen. The same thing happened with Connor but it still freaked me out. The pressure was getting very intense so I asked to be checked again. Only a 7. This made me cry because I didn't think I could take the pressure while I waited to get fully dilated. I was crying and complaining so Nurse Anita called Dr. Martin to come check things out. When she arrived she said I was ready to go. I went from 7 cm to 10cm in about 15 minutes. I could feel Charlie's head come down with every contraction and raise back up when it was over.
The nurses got the room ready for delivery and I started pushing. Chris decided to watch this time and was very excited as things were going along. I pushed 6 times and on the 7th push Dr. Martin was able to get her finger under Charlie's armpit. He was out on the 8th push. 8 pounds 9 ounces and 21 inches long. He was perfect!
Chris and I got to the hospital at 6 am for my induction. They had me fill out all my paperwork and got me hooked up to all the machines and then it was time for the nurses shift change so we got a little delayed. Our nurse, Anita, arrived and a resident inserted a prostaglandin gel called prepadyl to start dilation. It burned like icy hot and started some contractions immediately. I was in a little pain but nothing unbearable. Lea Ann. Mom and Dad got to the hospital around 7:30 and prepared for the day of waiting. One of the residents checked my cervix and it was only a 3 but Dr. Martin asked them to go ahead and try to break my water. Two residents tried and decided that it was still too high and they were not comfortable breaking the water. Dr. Martin came to the hospital and did it herself. Boy, was that a strange feeling. When Connor was born I had already had an epidural at that point and didn't feel it so this was a new experience for me. Nurse Anita started the pitocin and Dr. Martin told me I was free to get an epidural at any time.
In comes the anesthesiologist. Woohoo! Except there was on spot on my right hip/ovarian area that was not numb. I was feeling the contractions on that area fairly strongly so they came back and gave me a little top off. Gone was the pain but on came the pressure. The nurse checked my cervix again and it was still only a 5. Boo! About that time, Charlie's heart rate began to drop and they made me turn on my side and take oxygen. The same thing happened with Connor but it still freaked me out. The pressure was getting very intense so I asked to be checked again. Only a 7. This made me cry because I didn't think I could take the pressure while I waited to get fully dilated. I was crying and complaining so Nurse Anita called Dr. Martin to come check things out. When she arrived she said I was ready to go. I went from 7 cm to 10cm in about 15 minutes. I could feel Charlie's head come down with every contraction and raise back up when it was over.
The nurses got the room ready for delivery and I started pushing. Chris decided to watch this time and was very excited as things were going along. I pushed 6 times and on the 7th push Dr. Martin was able to get her finger under Charlie's armpit. He was out on the 8th push. 8 pounds 9 ounces and 21 inches long. He was perfect!
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