lazy momma's scrapbook

Sick

This week MissBug was sick.

She’s normally a pretty opinionated little thing about what she wears. But when she’s sick, it’s even MORE important that the outfit be just right:

Band aid. She woke up at 3am in hysterics with a fever of 102. Poor thing just hurt all over. And she insisted that since her head was hurting, she needed a band-aid. Normally, band-aids at our house are reserved solely for blood… but in this case we made an exception. She wore that band-aid for almost three days.

Princess jammies. An absolute must.

Comfy pants. That I forced her to wear because our downstairs is COLD! And she won’t let me put blankets on her.

Tutu. This is a pretty-much all the time thing. Not just sick.

White dress shoes. I have no idea. But she really needed to wear them. They’re supposed to be for Easter.

Popsicle stain on the white dress shoes. Well, because she pretty much only ate popsicles for a few days. Now what am I going to do about the Easter shoes?

Sisters

It goes a little like this:

Lily: "Lily hold ja baby?"

Mommy: "No, sweetie. The baby is happy right now, lets just leave her alone."

Lily: "I wanna hold baby!"

Mommy: "Alright, but be very gentle."

Lily: "Ah, come 'ear lil sista."

Lily: "Ah! Baby likes me!"

Violet: (moment of contemplation) "WHAAAILLL!!!

2 Months

8 lbs 14 oz (11%)

22 1/2 inches (56%)

And just to be fair, she doesn't always cry these days...

...almost caught that cute little smile.

Poor little Peanut had her shots today at her two month check-up (which went much better than her first). She's doing much better with the reflux meds, and I'm not eating soy or dairy now, so she's starting to be a much happier baby.

We're getting to see a few smiles here and there, and some sweet baby coos... which makes getting up in the night 2-3 times a whole lot easier.

2.5

She's two and a half now. Where did my baby go?

She speaks in sentences now. Sometimes as many as ten words.

Of course, some of those words don't come out quite how you and I might pronounce them. But we know what she's saying. For instance, today we went to her "ketchup" with the doctor.

At her "ketchup" today she weighed 30 lbs and was 36 inches tall.

She went to get weighed and measured with the nurse all by herself.

Such a big grown up girl.

Euchre Kids

We've play Euchre once a month with the Macks, James, and Lands. When we joined the group, there were only two kiddos - Miss Bug and Sarah... now just a year and a half later, we've managed to multiply like rabbits! (Thanks for the pic Biz.)

From L to R: Abby (4 mo), Sarah (2), Anabelle (9 mo), Lily (2), Violet (1 mo), Connor (5 mo)

I'd also like to point out how amazing it is, that all SIX children are awake and actually looking at the camera! And aren't they cute in their footie jammies?

Daddies and their kiddos.

Six Weeks Out

Yesterday little Peanut turned six weeks old. Boy does time fly when you’re ~~being screamed at 24 hours day~~ having fun.

Here’s the update:
She was 8lbs 2oz (21%) at her one month doctor’s appointment, and 21 inches long (42%). At her appointment, in true Peanut fashion, she screamed her head off the whole, entire time. The doctor was a little worried, but at this point, I’m so used to the screaming that I have trouble reacting to it now. She was given a prescription for an acid reflux medicine – which we’ve been on now for about 2 weeks. I’ve also cut out dairy from my diet, and starting yesterday – after a massive breakdown – I called the doctor and she’s now on a second reflux medicine.

For the most part I think all the screaming is from the reflux. The poor little thing just feels lousy. On her good days she eats every three hours now, and once she went a whole six hours. On her roughest days/nights she’s eating every two hours – and wanting to more – but it’s a vicious cycle, because the nursing helps her feel better, but the eating just makes her feel worse.

It’s been six weeks now, and we’re all pretty worn out. J and I have taken turns melting down and giving in to the fatigue. He has gone so far as to swear off any future children – but I’m not ready to go that far!

I have high hopes that this new medicine will actually help. The first 12 hours have been an improvement for sure... and if she’s just a colicky baby, then well, I guess they say that peaks at six weeks, so I have high hopes that will get better too.

On the bright side, Bug is an AMAZING big sister. She is so helpful and so sweet. She likes to say “Baby loves me.” And we’ve seen a few smiles here and there in the midst of all the tears from little Peanut too.

So we’re hanging in there. And one of these days I’ll post some pictures.

Life is Good

Peanut is One Month Old today.

Four Weeks Old!

How Peanut Came into the World

We were out of the house bright and early the morning of January 11th for our scheduled induction. We dropped MissBug off at a friends’ house, and we were all checked in to the hospital by 7:30am.

By 8:00am they had me all gowned up and hooked up to the pitocin, and by 8:30am my doctor had come in and broke my water. At this point I was still around 4cm and 50% effaced.

So, after we got all settled in and the business was done, it wasn’t long before the contractions were getting really strong and I decided I’d had enough of being tough and ready for my epidural.

Once I was nice and medicated, our nurse turned down the lights and J and my Mom and I attempted to “rest.” At this point, we were all pretty jazzed up, and we’d only been at the hospital for a few hours – so although we tried to rest, we mostly talked and killed time.

Around 11:30 I was having a lot of pressure on my left side where the epidural wasn’t totally kicked in. And at this point I told my Mom and J, “I feel like I have a baby between my legs.” As weird as this sounds, they actually checked. But the room was dark and their consensus was there wasn’t a baby down there. My doctor had said she would be back around 12 to check on me, so I decided to ignore the feeling and wait it out.

Around 12 our nurse came back in, and I told her, “I really feel like there’s a baby between my legs.”

Her reply was a sweet, “Oh, sweetie, you probably just have to go to the bathroom.”

So she got out the catheter and began to do that business… only to find when she checked – guess what? A head between my legs!

In the next few minutes I was told repeatedly, “DO NOT LAUGH.” As well as “don’t move,” and “don’t push!”

The lights flew on, and in a matter of minutes there were multiple nurses in the room and they were repeatedly calling my doctor to the room. By 12:15 everything was all ready to go, we just had to wait for my doctor to get to the room. At this point, I was pretty much just trying to hold her in and not laugh.

It felt like forever, but it was really only minutes before she was there and my doctor was telling me I could finally push.

With the next contraction, I pushed three times and suddenly little Peanut was on my chest at 12:32.

It was the most amazing feeling in the world. She was so tiny, and everything else is pretty much a blur.

We were SO blessed to have such a smooth and easy labor with both our girls. I’ll take the weight gain, and stretch marks and everything else a million times over to have healthy babies so easily.