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Infrequent Update #1
Posting frequently is just about impossible these days. I know it’s been something like three weeks now, maybe more, and I’ve probably lost my two readers for good. But, I do what I can.
So my life pretty much revolves around Jamie, of course, and I don’t have many other topics to write about, so if you’re tired of reading about Mr. Baby, you can pretty much just skip this one.
I’m going to try something new here. It’s tough for me to write a cohesive blog post when I’m so tired and don’t have much time, but it’s fairly easy for me to keep my Twitter and Facebook statuses updated. So I’m going to share some of those posts here, and expand on them a bit to give you an idea of what’s been going on.
Jamie keeps trying to roll over from back to front. He’s almost got it, he just can’t quite get his legs over. I’m not ready for this!
I am grateful to Kathryn for cooking dinner AND cleaning the kitchen!!
Kathryn came over after work. We played with the baby, who was Mr. Cry-Cry Pants for a large chunk of time, gave him a bath, and then I fed him while Kathryn inventoried our kitchen and cooked us dinner (pizza and salad). AND she did the dishes. I LOVE YOU KAT!
My baby has doubled his birth weight, grown over 7 inches, now drinks apple juice, and wears big boy pajamas! They grow up so fast… sniffle… 😉
Oh my goodness. He had his 4-month checkup yesterday. He weighs 17 pounds 6 ounces and is 27-3/4″ tall. That’s the 75th percentile for weight and off the charts for height. We grow ’em tall in the Scott household. His colic is largely gone, although he definitely still has digestive troubles that make him very unhappy for days at a time. He got his second round of shots, which made him very sleepy the rest of the day and he also ran a little fever. We gave him half-doses of infants’ Tylenol drops to help him with the associated fussiness. He’s basically happy and healthy; the doctor seemed pleased with his progress, although she did say he was “high-strung.” She recommended starting him on 2 ounces of apple juice per day, to help him poop (he has only been going maybe twice a week, and is very uncomfortable for the 2 or so days leading up to The Poop Event.) He likes the juice but not as much as my milk (yay!) She also said that we could give him probiotics — acidophilus bacteria, the “good” bacteria in our guts. It could help his digestive issues, and certainly won’t hurt. He also can start having rice cereal, which may help his digestion and might help him sleep for longer stretches, since he’s such a hungry boy. We haven’t given him cereal yet but may start this weekend.
The first step is admitting you have a problem: My name is Katy, and I need 8-9 hours of sleep at night.
It’s true, I do. I can get by on 7 hours without too much trouble, and clearly I can survive on 3-4 if needed, but Optimal Katy is 8 to 9 hours at night. I freely admit that I love sleep and need lots of it. Not everyone in my household does. 🙂
I feel like the walking dead today.
Didn’t get much sleep last night. Very rough night. Jamie didn’t sleep well and then got up super early.
I need to stop reading articles about child kidnappings in China, before I completely lose it.
“Deng Huidong lost her 9-month-old son in the blink of an eye as a man yanked him from the grip of his 7-year-old sister near the doorway of their home. The car did not even stop as a pair of arms reached out the window and grabbed the boy.”
I think “it gets easier” is a lie people tell new parents to get them to keep going.
I mean, it HAS gotten easier. He’s a totally different baby now than he was two months ago. But it’s happening so slowly, and we are so exhausted. I’m ready for a few quick changes to keep me going.
Gosh, it sure is windy out.
Sure was. I think a cool front blew through.
Jamie just went 4-1/4 hours between feedings. Yay!
But he’s not making it a regular habit! Boo!
Sitting on patio, chowing down on Triscuits. Baby is in bounce house. Gorgeous day in the shade.
Yeah, this was a pretty good day. I took him outside in his little bouncer play center thing (they used to be called “Jolly Jumpers” and you’d hang them by a clamp from a door frame. Now they’re more like Exersaucers on springs) and the temperature was perfect. I love Triscuits. Just plain old salted Triscuits.
Drinking coffee, nursing baby, reading “Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child.”
I’m not sure if I should be consuming caffeine while nursing — while I’m actually nursing, or even inbetween. Maybe Jamie’s sensitive to it? Hard to say. I think I’ll try to cut it out of my diet for a while and see if it makes a difference.
Just watched Battlestar Galactica finale. Cried.
I won’t post any spoilers here. I’m going to miss The Best Show on Television, but I think it ended exactly when it needed to. The final scene between Bill and Laura made me sob like a baby. And I know baby sobbing, believe me!
Friends don’t just randomly shout into the darkness, and hope someone’s listening!
Thanks to Doc for showing me this awesome animation about Twitter.
Watching Baby Einstein videos while eating dinner.
Walking & tweeting at the same time.
I miss my Jamie and Doc. Love you, family!
I am a milk-making machine.
Too cool! The Simpsons can still occasionally pull off a good episode or two.
Trying to convince myself to drink a can of V8 juice with breakfast.
It didn’t work. I like V8 and it’s always good to eat extra veggies, but I just couldn’t do it this morning.
Interested in the results oriented work environment.
The concept is basically, as long as you get your work done and are reasonably available to your co-workers, it doesn’t matter when or where you work. Oh, and meetings are all optional.
I miss my baby and husband.
We had a great Sunday. Happy baby, awesome weather, Schlotzsky’s, Arboretum & visit with Dad, freelance work, meatloaf, mashed potatoes, wine, cookies.
I am having a better day.
I forgot to pay Rachel for the movie ticket. D’oh.
I had a horrible day, emotionally. I was very very down all day, and Jamie was very very upset all day, and I had a hard time dealing with it. I cried a lot. Everyone pretends that babies are all unicorns and rainbows and fairy dust, and nobody ever tells you that there will be days when you just don’t want to be a parent anymore. I went out to the movies with Rachel and Kathryn in the evening (AFI Film Festival, Student Shorts), and had a good time, despite initially not feeling like going. Doc encouraged me to get out of the house for a couple of hours. I wish I’d felt like having dinner afterwards, but I just wanted to go home and sleep.
I forgot to pump this morning. I am going to regret this.
It wasn’t too bad, actually. I was engorged but not painfully so, and I got 7 ounces of milk instead of my usual 5.
I feel overwhelmed with love for my son and husband. Family!!
I do not want to buy a whole new wardrobe, but still can’t fit into my pre-baby clothes. I’m tired of wearing baggy maternity wear.
Well, I am giving in and going out tomorrow afternoon to get some new clothes. I am tired of wearing pants that I have to hike up every few steps… and, sadly, I can’t even fit into my “fat” clothes from before. I know that while pregnant I kept saying that I felt so good about my body that I didn’t care if I never lost the baby weight… but my hormones are different now and I am NOT HAPPY carrying around a couple of spare tires between the boobs and the thighs. (I am happy with the boobs, though, I have to admit. They can stay the way they are!!!)
Purse contains five paperclips, four loose pennies, one packet of Splenda, half an Obama button, but… no… keys.
Found office keys an hour or so later. They had fallen out of my purse onto the floor of my car.
I know that the caves won’t save us!!
We went out to the movies the night before, on my mom’s last day here, so she could babysit and we could get some time away from Mr. Baby. We watched “Knowing,” with Nicolas Cage. The movie was not bad, but it was out of focus the entire time. We asked an employee to fix it, but nobody ever did. I got a headache. We complained to a manager afterwards and he gave us six free unrestricted passes, and I have no idea when we will be able to use them again. Anyway, the movie was decent but there were some seriously cheeseball lines in it, and that was one of them.
Drinking a Newcastle Brown on the patio.
Warm weather, and good cold imported beer. Hell yeah.
Date night: Coraline, then Red Lobster. But I miss my son..
Mom babysat. The movie was fantastic, and the 3D effects didn’t seem gratuitous (unlike the effects in the remake of “Journey to the Center of the Earth,” which we saw a few weeks earlier via Netflix). Red Lobster: Love the cheesy biscuits. Like, I could eat a meal of just those. We had a nice time out, but we sure missed Jamie.