Yesterday I went shopping--alone.
My little sidekick was at home hanging with his grandma while I was kicked out of the house. It was very strange to be out on my own. I just wandered around the stores taking my time. It felt really weird. I was reminded of how I used to feel before my little guy came along. I was really bored. Maybe another time I will love the free time. Maybe because I didn't really have any errands I needed to get done and I was really just wasting time waiting until I could go back home that I felt the way I did. Because I have left my little guy with others in the past and haven't felt the way I did yesterday. Though, I will admit, it did make it a bit easier to shop. :)
Oh, and I think my little guy is finally finished with his bout of barfing and diarrhea. Hallelujah. This was one first (first sickness), that I didn't enjoy. I have done way too much laundry for my liking this week. And I have missed going to the pool during this heatwave we have been having. But, I definitely didn't want to be the one with the kid who made the water murky, so we have steered clear of the pool this last week.
Showing posts with label little guy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label little guy. Show all posts
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Sick :(
My little guy has been sick the last few days. It is so sad. Yesterday I decided to run a few errands, and less than 10 min after entering my first store, I looked down, and my little guy had barfed all over himself and his carseat/stroller. Since then he has barfed a few more times and had a lot of diarrhea. I happened to have a well child checkup visit scheduled for him today so that worked out well.
He barfed while at the doctor's office right before I had put him back in his newly cleaned carseat. Thank goodness he didn't barf in it, it was difficult to take apart, clean, and then the hardest part was remembering how to put it all back together again.
My little guy has been a trooper though. He is hanging in there, and hopefully will get some sleep tonight and feel better soon.
He barfed while at the doctor's office right before I had put him back in his newly cleaned carseat. Thank goodness he didn't barf in it, it was difficult to take apart, clean, and then the hardest part was remembering how to put it all back together again.
My little guy has been a trooper though. He is hanging in there, and hopefully will get some sleep tonight and feel better soon.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Showing off his teeth
I finally managed to get a decent picture of my little guy's two bottom teeth. They may be small and cute, but beware, if you stick your finger in his mouth you will learn that they are also very sharp.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Would you like some juice?
I like this picture I took of my little guy today. I know it's nothing fancy, but it reminds me of the fun time we had together today. My little guy has a new hobby. It involves chasing the empty juice bottle as it rolls around under my kitchen floor, and then occasionally trying to see if he can get any juice out of it even though the lid is on. He is so much fun to have around.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Busy Week
Well I had another busy week. My little guy is quite the explorer these days. We have been working on baby proofing our house, which will probably be an ongoing process for the next while.
Just when we thought his crib was low enough, he learned how to stand up in it.
My little guy likes to shove anything and everything in his mouth. I prefer him to stuff food in it, but he likes the non edible items as well.
But the funniest is how he likes to lick everything. He especially likes to lick the kitchen floor and refrigerator. It is hilarious. But it also requires me to try to keep my house spick and span--not an easy task.
Just a reminder, there is still time to enter the giveaway and read my review about the Baby Orajel® Naturals teething gel. Click on this link to view it.
Just when we thought his crib was low enough, he learned how to stand up in it.
My little guy likes to shove anything and everything in his mouth. I prefer him to stuff food in it, but he likes the non edible items as well.
But the funniest is how he likes to lick everything. He especially likes to lick the kitchen floor and refrigerator. It is hilarious. But it also requires me to try to keep my house spick and span--not an easy task.
Just a reminder, there is still time to enter the giveaway and read my review about the Baby Orajel® Naturals teething gel. Click on this link to view it.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Brand New Tooth
My baby grew a tooth. It is so small, but it's there. I discovered it during lunch. I tried to get a picture of it, but my little guy kept it hidden the rest of the day. I had to double check to make sure it was really there by running my finger along the bottom of his mouth.
Over the weekend my little guy had very rosy cheeks. I wasn't sure why. I wondered if maybe he was allergic to something, but I couldn't think of anything new he had been exposed to. I ultimately asked internet about it, and one explanation was that a tooth might be on it's way. I hoped that was the reason for the rosy cheeks. Well, the rosiness subsided, and a tooth appeared.
Who knew I could get so excited about a tooth. And this is just the first of many to come.
A few weeks ago my baby was fussy and having a hard time settling down for the night. After trying every tactic to get him to sleep: taking him on a walk, trying to feed him without success, changing him, holding him, and playing music for him, we wondered if he was experiencing some teething pain. Thankfully I had orajel on hand, so while my husband tried to console my little guy I quickly read the instructions on the package and opened the tube of pain reliever. I rubbed a bit on his swollen gums, gave him his pacifier, and held my breath. Would this do the trick? My little guy settled down for a minute, but still acted a little fussy. I decided to offer him the bottle one more time. He took a few more sips, and then fell asleep. I think the orajel helped him.
Over the weekend my little guy had very rosy cheeks. I wasn't sure why. I wondered if maybe he was allergic to something, but I couldn't think of anything new he had been exposed to. I ultimately asked internet about it, and one explanation was that a tooth might be on it's way. I hoped that was the reason for the rosy cheeks. Well, the rosiness subsided, and a tooth appeared.
Who knew I could get so excited about a tooth. And this is just the first of many to come.
A few weeks ago my baby was fussy and having a hard time settling down for the night. After trying every tactic to get him to sleep: taking him on a walk, trying to feed him without success, changing him, holding him, and playing music for him, we wondered if he was experiencing some teething pain. Thankfully I had orajel on hand, so while my husband tried to console my little guy I quickly read the instructions on the package and opened the tube of pain reliever. I rubbed a bit on his swollen gums, gave him his pacifier, and held my breath. Would this do the trick? My little guy settled down for a minute, but still acted a little fussy. I decided to offer him the bottle one more time. He took a few more sips, and then fell asleep. I think the orajel helped him.
I was so happy I had my Orajel on
hand that night. The night would’ve been much rougher and stressful if
I had to run to the store and frantically scour the shelves looking
haphazardly for something to relieve my baby's teething pain.
I love seeing my little guy smile. He has the cutest smile I have
ever seen. His smile makes me smile. Some of the things that make him
smile are: people, tickles, funny noises, funny faces, looking at
himself in the mirror, and playing in his exersaucer. I don’t dread my baby’s teeth coming in knowing I have the
ability to relieve his pain.
I
try to imagine how my little guy will look when all of a sudden he
smiles and I see a tooth in the middle of his mouth. It will be so fun
to see. I can’t wait to take a picture of him with his toothy grin. I
bet he will love looking at his new tooth in the mirror too. It is so
much fun to see my baby growing and changing, and the arrival of his
first tooth will be quite a milestone.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Why bother?
Many times I have wondered why I should bother filling out medical forms. From my experience they don't seem to be read. I cannot count the number of times I have written my medical history on forms only to have to then verbally explain it all to the nurse or doctor who has my form in front of them but didn't bother to read it.
A few weeks ago I took my little guy to the eye doctor. On the medical history form I had to fill out there was actually a box where I could check that he was adopted. I thought to myself, "What a great idea. One less thing to explain when I am asked about his medical history." Furthermore, as I continued completing the form, when I got to the family eye history portion I clearly wrote: "Birth mother:" and then "Birthfather:" when I wrote in familial eye information.
I guess my diligence in filling out this form was purely for my benefit and to give me something to do in the waiting room. When the nurse was asking me about my baby's eyes, she said, "Oh, and I see that you wrote that you wear glasses and that, and that your husband is near sighted, (or whatever it was that I had put down)." I then corrected her and told her that actually, that information was about my son's birth parents.
She seemed a little embarrassed and flustered, but it didn't' bother me. You see, I am used to people not reading medical records. I do admit that seeing the "adoption box" to check on the form had gotten my hopes up that it would be read. Oh well, that's life.
And by the way, my baby's eyes are just fine.
A few weeks ago I took my little guy to the eye doctor. On the medical history form I had to fill out there was actually a box where I could check that he was adopted. I thought to myself, "What a great idea. One less thing to explain when I am asked about his medical history." Furthermore, as I continued completing the form, when I got to the family eye history portion I clearly wrote: "Birth mother:" and then "Birthfather:" when I wrote in familial eye information.
I guess my diligence in filling out this form was purely for my benefit and to give me something to do in the waiting room. When the nurse was asking me about my baby's eyes, she said, "Oh, and I see that you wrote that you wear glasses and that, and that your husband is near sighted, (or whatever it was that I had put down)." I then corrected her and told her that actually, that information was about my son's birth parents.
She seemed a little embarrassed and flustered, but it didn't' bother me. You see, I am used to people not reading medical records. I do admit that seeing the "adoption box" to check on the form had gotten my hopes up that it would be read. Oh well, that's life.
And by the way, my baby's eyes are just fine.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Finalizing our Adoption
Last week was busy and exciting, and this week, it seems to be just as busy. Here is it Thursday and I don't really have time to write, but I figured if I didn't do it now, I wouldn't catch another free moment later.
In order to finalize our adoption we needed to go to court and receive legal custody. Over the past 6 months we have had physical custody, but our agency retained legal custody for a period of 6 months. We needed to get a lawyer and have him do some paperwork in order to complete the process. So last week we were able to go to court to receive legal custody.
We drove up to the court house, but on our way my husband asked if I had my wallet and ID. Did I? Of course not. I had forgotten it, but told him I didn't think I needed it. But he wanted me to have it just in case. So we turned around, drove back and I retrieved it. This put us arriving 30 min late to the courthouse. So I was a little nervous. Who wants to be late to court? Not me. We were told that the judge would randomly call up the cases to be heard and when we were called we would go up. When we arrived the room was quiet and pretty empty. I was a little nervous. Were we too late? What had we missed? The judge was nowhere to be seen
We saw our lawyer and sat on the bench with him and apologized for being late and explained what had happened. He said, no problem. I asked him where the judge was and if we had missed anything. He told me that the judge hadn't arrived yet. Thank Goodness. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I still don't know what would've happened if he had called us up and we weren't there. We settled in our bench to wait. Five minutes later, the judge arrived, and guess who was called up first? Yes, we were.
Our little guy was asleep, but I wanted him to be awake for this occasion. So I rustled his blankets a little and his eyes popped open. So then I lifted him out of his stroller and held him for the few minutes it took for the judge to hear our case. When the judge saw our little guy looking at him and listening he laughed. Then the judge stated we were our child's legal parents, took a picture with us, and everything was finalized.
It was great. A very fun and adventurous morning. Then we went out to breakfast to celebrate. :)
Oh, and some of you might be wondering, did I need my ID? Nope. Nobody asked for it. But, we did need a check, which we didn't have. Who carries a checkbook around these days? Well, we found out that my mother in law does. So that worked out well. We needed to write a check so we could get our little guy's birth certificate sent to us. That reminds me, we never paid her back for that. I guess I will have to get a check in the mail to her for that. :)
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Time flies
when you're having fun.
And we have been having a lot of it.
It has been an amaizng 6 months.
I just love this little guy.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Like Magic
Whenever my little guy is tired and I can't get him to sleep I take him on a walk around the block and like magic, he falls asleep. I love that circle. Tonight he was fussy and tired, so I decided it would be easier to put him down to sleep if I took him on a walk first. Dressed in his dinosaur pjs, out we went. He was crying a little as I closed the door behind us. My neighbors were outside playing catch and they made some joke about how my baby was mad b/c I didn't take him out earlier. I laughed, but didn't have time to stop and chat b/c I needed to settle my little one down. A minute later he had stopped crying and I was able to make him laugh by shaking a toy on his stroller at him. A minute later his eyes were droopy. And then 3 min later he was asleep. I smiled victoriously as I rounded the corner to home. I was hoping my neighbors were still outside. I was not disappointed. They looked at my baby and said, "Is he asleep?" I replied, "Yep, I call this walk the "magic circle". I love it. It works every time."
Then I wheeled my little guy inside and then carefully picked him up and set him in his crib. It was great.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Humbled
That is how I feel right now.
I just reread some thoughts I had written a few months ago about my journey from devastation, sadness with infertility to one where I faced the unknown future with hope and peace. As I read it, I felt humbled and I was filled with love and gratitude for God and our Savior Jesus Christ. In some ways it felt like I had gone back in a time machine. As I read it I felt the sadness I had felt and then the renewed hope and joy that I also felt during that trying time in my life. It also seemed so long ago. I almost feel like I was a different person then. Just trying to keep my head afloat and not let the despair of childlessness drown me took a lot of effort. It was so difficult. I have a small knot of dread and nervousness in the pit of my stomach right now as I think about how I might fare this next time when we try to adopt another child. I would be naive to think things would go as quickly and as well as they did this time. But I guess I can still hope.
I will go into it as a completely different person though. And as difficult as it might be, it really does help and bring comfort knowing that I have an amazing son that I love so very much.
Today was a great day. I love watching my husband interact with our son. He was such a proud papa today. I took our little guy to meet him for lunch at a duck pond near his work. As we pulled up to the site, my husband told our little guy, "your mom and I talked about bringing you hear a long time ago." That is true, but I had completely forgotten about that. It had been so long ago, back when we thought it was easy to get pregnant and have a baby. My husband showed our son all of the ducks and it was so sweet to see him with him. It was such a wonderful day.
So with that memory fresh in my mind and then with having read those words I wrote in the past, I couldn't help but feel filled with gratitude and humility for the wonderful son I have been blessed to have in my home.
I just reread some thoughts I had written a few months ago about my journey from devastation, sadness with infertility to one where I faced the unknown future with hope and peace. As I read it, I felt humbled and I was filled with love and gratitude for God and our Savior Jesus Christ. In some ways it felt like I had gone back in a time machine. As I read it I felt the sadness I had felt and then the renewed hope and joy that I also felt during that trying time in my life. It also seemed so long ago. I almost feel like I was a different person then. Just trying to keep my head afloat and not let the despair of childlessness drown me took a lot of effort. It was so difficult. I have a small knot of dread and nervousness in the pit of my stomach right now as I think about how I might fare this next time when we try to adopt another child. I would be naive to think things would go as quickly and as well as they did this time. But I guess I can still hope.
I will go into it as a completely different person though. And as difficult as it might be, it really does help and bring comfort knowing that I have an amazing son that I love so very much.
Today was a great day. I love watching my husband interact with our son. He was such a proud papa today. I took our little guy to meet him for lunch at a duck pond near his work. As we pulled up to the site, my husband told our little guy, "your mom and I talked about bringing you hear a long time ago." That is true, but I had completely forgotten about that. It had been so long ago, back when we thought it was easy to get pregnant and have a baby. My husband showed our son all of the ducks and it was so sweet to see him with him. It was such a wonderful day.
So with that memory fresh in my mind and then with having read those words I wrote in the past, I couldn't help but feel filled with gratitude and humility for the wonderful son I have been blessed to have in my home.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
A whole new wardrobe
How would it be to wake up from a nap and find that you had a whole new set of clothes waiting for you? I would love that. And if I could wear these clothes for 3 months and then have it happen again. Even better.
Today I am cleaning out my little guy's clothes. He keeps growing and growing. The first few months he breezed through his newborn clothes and had jumped into his 3 month clothes by the time he was 2 months old. Then he took his time enjoying those clothes, but is now wanting to get a chance to wear his 3-6 month and 6 month clothes before he grows out of them.
Baby clothes sizing is so tricky. I am looking at the 6 month clothes and they say they will fit babies 12-16 lbs and 24-26 inches. Well, my baby is 17 lbs and 27 inches. And they are just now fitting him. Or maybe they would've fit him sooner, and now I am worried that he will only get to wear these clothes a few weeks. Aaah. I guess it's good to have these types of problems to worry about. I am sure he will help me out by drooling and spitting all over them so he can wear 2-3 outfits a day.
I hope these clothes don't shrink in the wash, or I'll really be in trouble. So far I haven't had any trouble with his clothes shrinking. I have learned a little bit more about the many knobs on my washer and dryer and what they mean. I know, technically I should wash them before he wears them, but I don't. He had so many 3 month size clothes and I thought he would wear them just a few weeks at the rate he had been growing that I exchanged some of them for 6 month size clothes. And now it seems like I have too many 6 month clothes. Oh well. I'll just see what he gets through and then if he doesn't get to wear some of the ones with tags on I will exchange them for a bigger size. But he will probably have just enough and my worries will be for naught.
Today I am cleaning out my little guy's clothes. He keeps growing and growing. The first few months he breezed through his newborn clothes and had jumped into his 3 month clothes by the time he was 2 months old. Then he took his time enjoying those clothes, but is now wanting to get a chance to wear his 3-6 month and 6 month clothes before he grows out of them.
Baby clothes sizing is so tricky. I am looking at the 6 month clothes and they say they will fit babies 12-16 lbs and 24-26 inches. Well, my baby is 17 lbs and 27 inches. And they are just now fitting him. Or maybe they would've fit him sooner, and now I am worried that he will only get to wear these clothes a few weeks. Aaah. I guess it's good to have these types of problems to worry about. I am sure he will help me out by drooling and spitting all over them so he can wear 2-3 outfits a day.
I hope these clothes don't shrink in the wash, or I'll really be in trouble. So far I haven't had any trouble with his clothes shrinking. I have learned a little bit more about the many knobs on my washer and dryer and what they mean. I know, technically I should wash them before he wears them, but I don't. He had so many 3 month size clothes and I thought he would wear them just a few weeks at the rate he had been growing that I exchanged some of them for 6 month size clothes. And now it seems like I have too many 6 month clothes. Oh well. I'll just see what he gets through and then if he doesn't get to wear some of the ones with tags on I will exchange them for a bigger size. But he will probably have just enough and my worries will be for naught.
I am a bit concerned about the clothes I have that say they are a 6-12 month size. That is quite a range. I am hoping they will fit him when he is 9-12 months old.
It has been both sad and exciting to organize my little one's drawers. Sad to put his cute little onesies I love away, but exciting to see the new ones he will wear. I think of the people that gave him those clothes and the love they have for my little guy and it brings a smile to my face. I have such happy memories when I look at the clothes my little guy has worn.
Who knew you could get so sentimental about clothing?
Who knew you could get so sentimental about clothing?
My husband's aunt gave him this pj outfit. He looks so cute in them. I will be sad when he no longer fits into these. I am glad I put them on him early. The size said 6 months, but they barely fit him when he was 3 months. And then they seemed to stretch out a bit and they still fit him. I think he will wear these to bed tonight.
Our son's birthfather's sister gave him this outfit. It was so thoughtful and nice of her.
One of my brothers gave him this Letterman's jacket. I love it when it is cold enough for him to wear it. And I get sad when he gets too warm and I need to take it off.
Another brother of mine gave him this outfit. I was feeling "bananas over my baby" and had fun making two of him with the photobooth feature on my computer. :D You can never have too much of a good thing.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Rice Try
This week has been filled with adventures for me and my little guy. He started eating rice cereal. The first time I gave it to my little guy he did not know what to do with it. It reminded me of when a dog is fed peanut butter. The dog just moves it around in his mouth and his tongue goes crazy and then it all drools out. That is what happened for us and rice cereal. I like to think that if my monkey could talk, he would've said, "rice try" to my attempts to feed him.
He has done better all of the times since then, except today. I was feeding him in his bumbo chair where I can sit him up a bit, but he kept trying to get out of it so I went and sat on the sofa, and then held him on my lap and tried to feed him. We have done this before, without any difficulties. But not today. The rice cereal spilled and made a mess. Oh well. I tried to clean it up and was afraid I had stained the sofa, but it is looking better now. I am guessing this won't be the last stain my sofa gets. I can just imagine kids throwing up on it or spilling on it, and then if they don't I'm sure I will drop something on it. But I will think twice before I try feeding him on the sofa again. I now have a better understanding as to why parents are so adamant that their kids not eat on the sofa or carpet. It is hard to clean up.
He has done better all of the times since then, except today. I was feeding him in his bumbo chair where I can sit him up a bit, but he kept trying to get out of it so I went and sat on the sofa, and then held him on my lap and tried to feed him. We have done this before, without any difficulties. But not today. The rice cereal spilled and made a mess. Oh well. I tried to clean it up and was afraid I had stained the sofa, but it is looking better now. I am guessing this won't be the last stain my sofa gets. I can just imagine kids throwing up on it or spilling on it, and then if they don't I'm sure I will drop something on it. But I will think twice before I try feeding him on the sofa again. I now have a better understanding as to why parents are so adamant that their kids not eat on the sofa or carpet. It is hard to clean up.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Flying with an infant
My trip was great. I had a good time visiting with family. My little guy touched the pacific ocean for the first time. It was a bit cold, so he didn't like it too much, but it was still fun. He enjoyed meeting new faces and being held by old and new friends. One thing I had been a bit nervous about was flying with my little guy. I had asked some friends and family members for tips on the logistics of bringing a stroller and formula on and if they had any tips for what to do while in the air, and they were quite helpful.
Traveling on the airplane with my little guy went pretty well. The way there was slightly harder. The flight was full, so I had to have my little one on my lap the whole time. I had a window seat and I was a bit nervous about that because I knew I would be stuck in my seat the whole time. But I had read that moms recommend the window because you have a little more room to set up your stuff and you don't need to worry about getting bumped and stuff by the flight attendant's cart and stuff. Unfortunately, my little guy needed a diaper change immediately after getting up in the air, but and the guy next to me had just fallen asleep and the guy next to him was engrossed in his iPad. I didn't want to bother them and make them get up, so I just changed his wet diaper in my lap. It wasn't bad. Later when my neighbor was awake I did get up to change my little one in the bathroom. I didn't want my neighbor to get upset or scared that he might get sprayed. I was a little nervous about changing him in the bathroom because I had no idea where the changing table would be. But as soon as I walked in I found it. It was above the toilet seat. I had never noticed it before. And it was good size and the diaper change was easy to do. It was nice to get up and we had fun looking in the bathroom mirror and smiling.
The 3 hr flight seemed longer than usual. Probably because I had a baby on my lap and I needed to entertain him most of the time. I was told to try not to have him sleep until he got on the plane, but of course he took a little cat nap before we boarded and didn't want to go back to sleep. I usually fall asleep on airplanes, but not this time.
The pressurized cabin didn't bother him. I had him suck on his pacifier and/or drink his milk when we took off and landed. One friend had told me of a tip she had learned from a flight attendant that can also help. Here is the tip: Mix hot and cold water to make lukewarm water. Pour it into 2 styrofoam cups, then put enough napkins or paper towels in the cups to absorb the water. Then cup the cups over your child's ears. She says it works every time. I ended up doing this for my little guy when our first flight was landing because he was wide awake, not hungry, and at first did not want to suck on his pacifier. I am sure my seat mate thought I was crazy, but hey, maybe it worked. My baby didn't cry at all. I wish I had 2 extra hands and I would've tried it on myself, because my ears always hurt so much from the pressure of coming down. I may have to construct a little headband type thing for next time. And I will let you know how it goes.
The way home was a breeze. Another full flight. Another window seat. This time I got on the plane a little earlier and had more time to get myself situated. The man next to me said he had been visiting his 4 1/2 mo old granddaughter, so he was very nice. The lady next to him was a bit grouchy and complained that her seat was broken. She said the seat cushion was uneven. So she was moved to a different seat. So my neighbor moved to the aisle seat. He said it felt exactly the same as his middle seat; and I had an open middle seat to lie my baby down on or to put my stuff on when I was holding my baby. It worked out great. Also, my little guy slept for most of the flight, and I was able to get a little nap in myself. The flight seemed to go much faster on the way home, so that was nice.
Gate checking my stroller and car seat was easy and it was nice to have those to push him around in at the airport. It was a little tricky taking it all down and putting it up with one hand when I needed to go through security with my baby in my arms, but I managed. I appreciated the help I received from people along the way at every stage of the journey.
Traveling on the airplane with my little guy went pretty well. The way there was slightly harder. The flight was full, so I had to have my little one on my lap the whole time. I had a window seat and I was a bit nervous about that because I knew I would be stuck in my seat the whole time. But I had read that moms recommend the window because you have a little more room to set up your stuff and you don't need to worry about getting bumped and stuff by the flight attendant's cart and stuff. Unfortunately, my little guy needed a diaper change immediately after getting up in the air, but and the guy next to me had just fallen asleep and the guy next to him was engrossed in his iPad. I didn't want to bother them and make them get up, so I just changed his wet diaper in my lap. It wasn't bad. Later when my neighbor was awake I did get up to change my little one in the bathroom. I didn't want my neighbor to get upset or scared that he might get sprayed. I was a little nervous about changing him in the bathroom because I had no idea where the changing table would be. But as soon as I walked in I found it. It was above the toilet seat. I had never noticed it before. And it was good size and the diaper change was easy to do. It was nice to get up and we had fun looking in the bathroom mirror and smiling.
The 3 hr flight seemed longer than usual. Probably because I had a baby on my lap and I needed to entertain him most of the time. I was told to try not to have him sleep until he got on the plane, but of course he took a little cat nap before we boarded and didn't want to go back to sleep. I usually fall asleep on airplanes, but not this time.
The pressurized cabin didn't bother him. I had him suck on his pacifier and/or drink his milk when we took off and landed. One friend had told me of a tip she had learned from a flight attendant that can also help. Here is the tip: Mix hot and cold water to make lukewarm water. Pour it into 2 styrofoam cups, then put enough napkins or paper towels in the cups to absorb the water. Then cup the cups over your child's ears. She says it works every time. I ended up doing this for my little guy when our first flight was landing because he was wide awake, not hungry, and at first did not want to suck on his pacifier. I am sure my seat mate thought I was crazy, but hey, maybe it worked. My baby didn't cry at all. I wish I had 2 extra hands and I would've tried it on myself, because my ears always hurt so much from the pressure of coming down. I may have to construct a little headband type thing for next time. And I will let you know how it goes.
The way home was a breeze. Another full flight. Another window seat. This time I got on the plane a little earlier and had more time to get myself situated. The man next to me said he had been visiting his 4 1/2 mo old granddaughter, so he was very nice. The lady next to him was a bit grouchy and complained that her seat was broken. She said the seat cushion was uneven. So she was moved to a different seat. So my neighbor moved to the aisle seat. He said it felt exactly the same as his middle seat; and I had an open middle seat to lie my baby down on or to put my stuff on when I was holding my baby. It worked out great. Also, my little guy slept for most of the flight, and I was able to get a little nap in myself. The flight seemed to go much faster on the way home, so that was nice.
Gate checking my stroller and car seat was easy and it was nice to have those to push him around in at the airport. It was a little tricky taking it all down and putting it up with one hand when I needed to go through security with my baby in my arms, but I managed. I appreciated the help I received from people along the way at every stage of the journey.
Would I do it again?
You bet. I'll go anywhere and do anything as long as I can do it with this little guy.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Everything but the kitchen sink
At least that's what it feels like.
I am going on a trip with my little boy. And just the packing alone about did me in. It takes me forever just to get out the door for a trip to the grocery store with him, so you can imagine how long it took to pack and make sure I had everything I might need for a week away.
I hope the flight goes well. I will pray for no delays, no big spit ups or blow outs, and hopefully my fellow passengers won't regret sitting next to me. It looks like it's a full flight. My hubby is staying home, so it is just me and the little one.
Wish me luck.
We will have a fun time. My little guy will get to meet more of my siblings, cousins, aunts/uncles, and one more set of grandparents. We are looking forward to it.
I am going on a trip with my little boy. And just the packing alone about did me in. It takes me forever just to get out the door for a trip to the grocery store with him, so you can imagine how long it took to pack and make sure I had everything I might need for a week away.
I hope the flight goes well. I will pray for no delays, no big spit ups or blow outs, and hopefully my fellow passengers won't regret sitting next to me. It looks like it's a full flight. My hubby is staying home, so it is just me and the little one.
Wish me luck.
We will have a fun time. My little guy will get to meet more of my siblings, cousins, aunts/uncles, and one more set of grandparents. We are looking forward to it.
Friday, January 28, 2011
My dream job
is the one I have. I had no idea I would go through such a rigorous process to become a mom; but I am so grateful I made it.
I no longer work outside the home, and it is so wonderful to be at home full time to care for my little one.
I remember the day I found out we had been matched for our adoption I was talking with a friend who had come by my hospital that day. As I was walking her and one of her kids out to the car we were chatting and she told me that I had her "dream job". I replied, "And you have mine. Wanna switch?" She is a sweet friend and knew of my infertility issues, so we always talked freely about everything. The funny thing about this conversation was that I hadn't told her yet of our hopes to adopt. And I didn't receive the call from our agency until later that afternoon. So it was fun to call her back and tell her that soon I would be getting my dream job.
I love being a mom. Last night my husband and I were sitting on the couch making faces and sounds with our baby. And he would laugh and coo and it was so fun. This was what I had been waiting for all this time. He has brought so much happiness and joy into my home. I can't imagine life without him. It makes me look back and be even more at peace with all the negative infertility treatments, because if they hadn't failed, I don't know that we would have pursued adoption, or if we had it would've been much later and we wouldn't have our little guy with us as part of our family.
I no longer work outside the home, and it is so wonderful to be at home full time to care for my little one.
I remember the day I found out we had been matched for our adoption I was talking with a friend who had come by my hospital that day. As I was walking her and one of her kids out to the car we were chatting and she told me that I had her "dream job". I replied, "And you have mine. Wanna switch?" She is a sweet friend and knew of my infertility issues, so we always talked freely about everything. The funny thing about this conversation was that I hadn't told her yet of our hopes to adopt. And I didn't receive the call from our agency until later that afternoon. So it was fun to call her back and tell her that soon I would be getting my dream job.
I love being a mom. Last night my husband and I were sitting on the couch making faces and sounds with our baby. And he would laugh and coo and it was so fun. This was what I had been waiting for all this time. He has brought so much happiness and joy into my home. I can't imagine life without him. It makes me look back and be even more at peace with all the negative infertility treatments, because if they hadn't failed, I don't know that we would have pursued adoption, or if we had it would've been much later and we wouldn't have our little guy with us as part of our family.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wordless Wednesday: My child loves his birth mother
Okay, I can't not write anything under this picture. My little guy is such a happy, smiley boy. This is how he greets me when he wakes up from his nap. Ready to play and have some fun. I enjoyed seeing my little boy in this shirt all day yesterday. Every time I looked at it I thought to myself, "I love your birth mother too." She is such an a amazing, courageous, beautiful, and loving person. I consider myself very blessed to know her and to have had my life changed by her.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Birth Stories
Last week a friend from work invited me to hang out with her and her mom group. I decided to join her and had a nice time. At lunchtime we went to the food court and while there I overheard some of the ladies discussing their children's "birth stories". I was a few seats over from them, so I wasn't engaged in their conversation, but over the noise of the food court I heard the words: labor, epidural, dilated, tired, and c-section, just to name a few. I wondered if they would ask me how my child's birth went, and I wondered what I would say. To be honest, I felt a bit like an outsider. If I had a birth story like theirs I might have been tempted to join in. But, I didn't, and I wondered if it would be awkward if they were to ask me and I then related how my child was adopted.
Trust me, I am not embarrassed in the least to tell about my child's adoption. You just never know how others will react, and I didn't know these ladies that well, and it just didn't come up.
But, the more I thought about after the play group was over, the more I wished I had been asked about his birth. I would have told them about how anxious I was to hear news about him on the day of his delivery. I know a few details about his birth that I could share. And then I could tell about how stressful it was getting the flowers delivered to his birthmother. And how I was an emotional mess when there was a glitch with the flower delivery. I would tell them about how we went out to dinner to celebrate our little guy's birthday. Not many ladies can do that. I could also tell about how we packed up our favorite snacks and all of his gear to take with us on our travels to meet our little guy for the first time. I might also tell them how the social worker and I were wearing the same style and color shirt when we went to meet up with everyone in the hospital for the first time. Our little guy was so cute and little. I fell in love with him the minute I laid eyes on him. (I loved him before that, but to see him and hold him, was so special). I would tell about feeding him while I was there and how I was praying he would be a good eater and not be fussy when I held him. He was great! I might share how we finally found a hotel in that area with a semi-comfortable bed to sleep on, for what few hours of sleep I was able to get with everything going on. And then if I were asked if I was nervous about getting everything finalized I would reply, most definitely. But I would tell them of my love and respect for our little guy's birthparents. There were a few bumps in the road, and I was a nervous wreck that last day, but everything worked out in the end. I might share about the gifts we gave our birthparents and that we were able to meet some of their family members. And then I would share that we traveled home with our baby in the backseat calling our family members to share the news as quickly as we could. I would share how happy we were and how excited everyone was to hear the news. And by that point in my story my smile would be wide, my eyes would be wet, and I would feel a great happiness in my heart. How do I know that? Well, because that is what is happening right now as I type this.
And that is my child's birth story. I think it's amazing and I love it.
Trust me, I am not embarrassed in the least to tell about my child's adoption. You just never know how others will react, and I didn't know these ladies that well, and it just didn't come up.
But, the more I thought about after the play group was over, the more I wished I had been asked about his birth. I would have told them about how anxious I was to hear news about him on the day of his delivery. I know a few details about his birth that I could share. And then I could tell about how stressful it was getting the flowers delivered to his birthmother. And how I was an emotional mess when there was a glitch with the flower delivery. I would tell them about how we went out to dinner to celebrate our little guy's birthday. Not many ladies can do that. I could also tell about how we packed up our favorite snacks and all of his gear to take with us on our travels to meet our little guy for the first time. I might also tell them how the social worker and I were wearing the same style and color shirt when we went to meet up with everyone in the hospital for the first time. Our little guy was so cute and little. I fell in love with him the minute I laid eyes on him. (I loved him before that, but to see him and hold him, was so special). I would tell about feeding him while I was there and how I was praying he would be a good eater and not be fussy when I held him. He was great! I might share how we finally found a hotel in that area with a semi-comfortable bed to sleep on, for what few hours of sleep I was able to get with everything going on. And then if I were asked if I was nervous about getting everything finalized I would reply, most definitely. But I would tell them of my love and respect for our little guy's birthparents. There were a few bumps in the road, and I was a nervous wreck that last day, but everything worked out in the end. I might share about the gifts we gave our birthparents and that we were able to meet some of their family members. And then I would share that we traveled home with our baby in the backseat calling our family members to share the news as quickly as we could. I would share how happy we were and how excited everyone was to hear the news. And by that point in my story my smile would be wide, my eyes would be wet, and I would feel a great happiness in my heart. How do I know that? Well, because that is what is happening right now as I type this.
And that is my child's birth story. I think it's amazing and I love it.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
I hate being on my period
Why do I have to get so crabby, irritated, and emotional? No idea. I really want to just go to sleep and have a new day to start fresh on, but unfortunately I took a late afternoon nap and don't feel tired at all. Bummer.
Having a unicornuate uterus with a very thin lining makes it so my bleeding is next to nothing. You would think that would come with the additional perk of very little irritability and emotional ups and downs. But no such luck. I think I will put a request in to the "Man upstairs" that He gives those of us dealing with infertility a break when it comes to dealing with this monthly visitor of ours. I don't think that is too much to ask. Also, you would think that with dealing with this month after month for how many years, I would've figured out how to ride this wave of irritability. Nope, sure haven't. I think one mistake I made this month was thinking I had figured it out. I guess the bright side is, I will get another opportunity next month to see if I learned anything. Don't hold your breath on that one.
I like to think I am easy to live with the rest of the month, but right now I am really not so sure. Right now I just don't remember what my excuses are the rest of the time.
Enough of this already.
I guess I will go peek in on mysleeping baby and that will bring a smile to my face and make everything better. Looks like he is awake and wants a little snack and some snuggle time. I am happy to oblige him.
*update* Yep, the snuggle time with my baby did the trick. There is something about holding him and listening to his heavy breathing that just brings peace and happiness to my heart. Now, I am off to try and get some zzzzs as well.
Having a unicornuate uterus with a very thin lining makes it so my bleeding is next to nothing. You would think that would come with the additional perk of very little irritability and emotional ups and downs. But no such luck. I think I will put a request in to the "Man upstairs" that He gives those of us dealing with infertility a break when it comes to dealing with this monthly visitor of ours. I don't think that is too much to ask. Also, you would think that with dealing with this month after month for how many years, I would've figured out how to ride this wave of irritability. Nope, sure haven't. I think one mistake I made this month was thinking I had figured it out. I guess the bright side is, I will get another opportunity next month to see if I learned anything. Don't hold your breath on that one.
I like to think I am easy to live with the rest of the month, but right now I am really not so sure. Right now I just don't remember what my excuses are the rest of the time.
Enough of this already.
I guess I will go peek in on my
*update* Yep, the snuggle time with my baby did the trick. There is something about holding him and listening to his heavy breathing that just brings peace and happiness to my heart. Now, I am off to try and get some zzzzs as well.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Date Night with Spit up on my Sleeve
That is my kind of night out. As I was looking in the mirror right before my hubby and I walked out the door for our first time out without the little one I saw that I had a small trail of dried spit up on the red sleeve of my sweatshirt. I considered changing, but then I thought, no I think I would like to wear it.
This was just another moment that reminded me how going through such great lengths to have a child has completely changed my perspective. Other people might groan and be upset that their child spit up on them again and they have to change to look presentable. But not me. I was happy to have this be a part of my outfit. It was like a badge of honor.
My hubby and I had a great night out. We saw the movie True Grit. I highly recommend it. And then we went out to dinner at a Thai restaurant. We cleaned our plates which was just as well because we already had a doggie bag waiting for us at home. (see the picture below)
This is my little guy in his pajama sack. Some call them potato sacks, we prefer to call this one his "doggie bag". They are great pjs because just one zip and you are done. This is him first thing in the morning.
This was just another moment that reminded me how going through such great lengths to have a child has completely changed my perspective. Other people might groan and be upset that their child spit up on them again and they have to change to look presentable. But not me. I was happy to have this be a part of my outfit. It was like a badge of honor.
My hubby and I had a great night out. We saw the movie True Grit. I highly recommend it. And then we went out to dinner at a Thai restaurant. We cleaned our plates which was just as well because we already had a doggie bag waiting for us at home. (see the picture below)
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