As I mentioned last week, I really can't concentrate on much besides gestating and toddler ailments, so I won't even pretend that I have an interesting blog right now. But please stick with me - this is a season, like everything else, and hopefully a pretty short one.
Because ... I have one month left. One month of being just Asher's mother. After that - bring on the chaos.
So, here's an update on our little life:
* Today was the first day in the last 7 that Asher has not run a fever. We went back to the doctor yesterday, and she says either he's at the tail end of the virus that caused the upper respiratory infection, which is causing a cough, coupled with cutting teeth, causing a fever. Or, he has walking pneumonia. Time will tell. I'm optimistic, though, because he had no fever today. Plus she gave him samples of a prescription decongestant, and that's made him feel much better. For those who aren't regularly studying the back of a child's medicine bottle, small children died last year after an accidental overdose of cold medicine, so my pediatrician (maybe most? I don't know) recommends no cold medicine until he's two years old. Which is fine and good, except this past week the kid needed something to dry up all of the, well, gunk. A little decongestant has made us both happier.
* I've decided to have a c-section. Did I tell you already? I have. The hospital will call sometime this week, and I will schedule a date. I would love to do this the old-fashioned way, but I'm comfortable with our decision. With so many of our friends' babies in (or just out of) NICU, I'm not really in the mood to take risks during birth.
* Things are finally falling into place in preparation for Silas. His nursery is done, more or less. Not much decoration, but otherwise done. Right now his bed is housing the inside of our linen closet (which is a story even MORE boring than my blog right now), but when it's back in order, I will post pictures.
* I've also decided not to nurse. I didn't nurse Asher, as you know, but economics led me to consider my options. Brian and I have been talking about it for a few weeks, but I've decided against it. The reason is simple: it's the best thing for my family. If you'd like me to expound, leave a comment and I will. Otherwise I'll assume that if you're a mom, you already have your own strong opinions on nursing, and if you aren't, you don't care.
* I say this about once a week, but I really like my husband. And I really enjoy our life together. In case you were wondering. Asher, also, really likes his dad. He wants to do everything he sees Brian doing; yesterday he was imitating sprinkling seasoning over fish. He will also imitate a burp (nice), and wants to eat cereal while he watches the news in the morning. Just like Dad. And when he is upset - even though he would prefer me to comfort him - he always calls for Brian. Why is that? Yesterday the doctor's office was full of wails of "Da-deeee ...."
* Last thing: I love my dog, but he's about 84% useless. We have this stray cat that has been plaguing our house (why OUR house? We're really not cat people), and today he was in the backyard. We let Taylor out, hoping he'd chase it away. Taylor ran outside, excited by our "Go get 'em!" tones, and peed on a tree. He never even noticed the cat. The only thing Taylor does well, aside from entertaining the internets by running from a toy lawnmower, is clean out Asher's high chair after every feeding. At least he saves me a little time. The downside is that Asher understands how much Taylor loves leftovers, and will start to call him if he's served something he doesn't want. "Dog-dog!" followed by a handful of dinner on the dining room floor. Alas.
* And one to grow on: Conversations like this are why I love adoption. This is the same little girl who, when she was told her mom and dad were on their way to Colombia to take her home, said, "Mi Mommy y Poppy?" She couldn't believe she was going to have parents of her own.
Happy Tuesday everyone.
5 comments:
You must trust me that cleaning out the high chair alone earns him his keep. This comes from someone dogless.
Totally interested in the decision to not breastfeed. I have always been an absolutely miserable breastfeeder. So with Ike I said I would not do it, and then he was a preemie so of course I tried out of guilt. Barely eeked some out for 4 weeks and blew it off. I have had one successful bout of it with Maggie so I do kind of understand how it eventually becomes convenient, unless you are away from your baby, in which case it is crazy inconvenient. So, for you to just decided to forgo it all together - wow. I am in awe and so impressed by your retro-ness.
I do believe that breastfeeding is the number one dividing issue among mothers today (ok, maybe #2, scheduling/babywise would be number one) and I hate how "they" try to guilt every mother into doing it. It's like Lamaze in the 70s and 80s, when only bad mothers got painkillers during childbirth. Praise the Lord that ridiculous phase passed.
you know, I breastfed both of my kids and if I had to go back and do it all over...I wouldn't do it. Breastfeeding made me feel shackled to my baby and my home...they refused to take a bottle so I could never leave them with a sitter or with Rob, which meant I never got any "me time," and we all know how wonderful a little "me time" can be. Kudos to you for doing what's best for everyone in your family.
Your blogs never bore me. Maybe b/c I just love the WAY you express yourself. You are always readable.
I am curious why you decided not to breastfeed last time and this time? I wanted to and tried for two months with baby bean and my milk never came in. I pumped and tried breast feeding before every feeding and there was never more than teaspoon to come out. Baby bean never had trouble going from me to the bottle and then back to me again. I really hope I can with this one but only time will tell if I can. I am obviously not opposed to formula feeding (as I did it with baby bean and I think she has turned out FABULOUS) I just was curious why you decided not to when economically it would save quite a bunch on your grocery bill and be in some opinions the best option for Silas. Hope you don't mind the inquiry.
So glad Asher is feeling better. And I am excited to see pictures of your nursery...I always love seeing how other mommies decorated.
I breastfed my baby girl for a little over a year and totally had a love/hate relationship with it. It was one of the most stressful things I have ever done, because she was so small, and I could never tell if she was getting enough. And, I sometimes felt like I had no life because it all revolved around nursing. Overall it went ok, but there were days I wanted to pull my hair out.
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