Thursday, January 29, 2009

Google is not a worrier's friend

I am a worrier. And I come from a proud family of worriers, right mom?

On one hand, I am so blessed. My closest friend (and cousin) has traveled across the country to visit and help out with the new baby for the few days. It's the second time she's met Zander and the first time she has met Cassie. And, it's a great visit to be sure.

But, I'm busy worrying. Worrying about everything and anything related to Cassandra (and Zander too). In any 24-hour period, my head could be going like this:

  • "Hmm. She is sleeping too much. Maybe something is wrong. [CUE CLOCK MOVING SIX HOURS LATER] "Maybe she is not sleeping enough."

  • "Are those jerky movements (you know the ones where babies look like they are conducting an orchestra) still normal at seven weeks of age? Shouldn't they be decreasing by now?"

  • "I think she's wheezing. What if she has asthma? Do you think she's wheezing?

  • An on and on.

So I google things and google is not my friend. It just effortlessly provides me with a host of new information to worry about. If google were a facebook friend of mine, I would "unfriend" it. And then regret it.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Cool New Bed

If *you* got this cool new bed for Hanukkah and spent a day with your dad putting it together wouldn't *you* want to STAY IN IT all night?!

Yeah, yeah. Tell that to a certain 4.5 year-old preschooler I know.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Cassandra's First Blog Video

This video is so totally boring. Seriously. It's 28 seconds of a baby possibly smiling (and doing other cute six-week old things). I'm posting it both for posterity and for immediate family who haven't met Cassandra (or seen her in weeks). Of course, Brad admitted to watching it ten times already. But, that's a parent's prerogative (or Bobby Brown's if you are a child of the 80's).


Thursday, January 22, 2009

Just Ridiculous...

Alternative titles for this post:

  • "The Magic of Mother's Milk"
  • "My mom is going to regret giving out the blog address to friends and family."
  • "High on the TMI Scale"
  • "Brad's not complaining."
  • "This is what happens when you gain 30 40 more than 50 pounds during pregnancy."
  • "They'll be at my knees when I'm done."

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Jumping Cousins / Cousins Jumping

Here's a photo of cousin Sam (age 7) and Zander taking a leap at cousin Fin's 4th birthday party. It's hard to tell from this photo, but I think they look alike:

And here's the birthday boy himself:

More of these same cousins frolicking at the beach here and being very silly here.

Silent Reflux Update

Well, we're not sure if Cassandra actually has silent reflux or not, but something sure has changed (for the better) with the introduction of the baby Zantac. Granted, her extreme fussiness and unwillingness to eat could have been related to something I ate or some other unknown factor. Either way, we're back to wet diapers, normal (not sunken) fontanels, and a well-hydrated baby.

In fact, this morning, her diaper was so wet, I saved it to show Brad when he comes home from work. It's silly I know, but there are so few indicators that we're doing the right thing with a baby six weeks old (almost), you have to take 'em where you can get 'em. So, yes, I saved a wet diaper.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Oh Deer, Part II

Even the deer around here are excited about the inauguration, as evidenced from the increased activity in our backyard:

Part I, available here.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Silent Reflux?

Sounds like it it should be the title of a movie, eh? Oh, how I wish it was...

Apologies for the drought in posting. We've had a rough couple days here. Seems I shouldn't have been kvetching about the lack of excitement -- the universe decided to listen.

At some point in the last 48 hours, Cassandra started crying -- no, not crying -- screaming, and hasn't stopped since. Okay, that's not exactly true. She has stopped for little bits of sleeping here and there. And truth be told, she had a decent night last night.

Seems Cassie might have silent reflux, according to our pediatrician, whom we are getting to know quite well. All *I* know is that she won't nurse (Cassie, not the pediatrician), yet is very hungry. Putting a baby to the breast and having her scream bloody murder at the very site of it? Um, that's a blow to my mothering ego for sure.

It's called "silent reflux" because she doesn't spit up or vomit, which is the hallmark sign of reflux in a baby. In fact, she has spit up exactly once in her lifetime (all five and half weeks of it).

So, we're in a bit of waiting game right now. Trying to keep her hydrated until the medicine kicks in and she is, hopefully, willing to start nursing again.

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P.S. And for the record, while Brad and I were taking turns trying to comfort the screaming, sleepless baby, Zander watch television or played on the computer from about 11:00am until 4:00pm, with short breaks for lunch and snacks, of course. Seriously. I'm not proud of it.

P.P.S. Yes, I realize there is a glorious, historic event taking place in the next few days not 15 miles from where I live. I realize that life is bigger than crying babies. It's just hard to see the forest through the trees right now.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Overconfident

I'm wondering -- why do you have to go into the bowels of Costco to find the toilet paper. ;)

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Let's just imagine that a certain someone ventured to Costco earlier in the week and was all proud of herself for getting out on such an adventure with her baby. She scored a great parking space and proceeded to get everything on her list and only one or two or things more (which is impressive considering what she usually comes home with).

Then, she paid for everything AND remembered to use the coupons (which is also impressive considering she often BRINGS them but usually forgets to use them). She proceeds to the parking lot, gets to her car, and notices people immediately lining up for her parking spot. I'm She's not going to rush though -- after all -- she has a newborn in tow and lots to load up.

After getting the baby all set and starting to load the goods, she hears people beeping. And then beeping some more -- this time frantically. Sigh. Silly people fighting over parking spots. But, she looks up from loading the car and WHERE IS HER CART? Why, it's careening past said cars -- one, two, three of them -- ever so quickly! She runs toward the cart about 20 feet, catching it as it smacks into the corral of other carts instead of the waiting cars who had been beeping. Whew.

Lucky break. She's not going to tell anyone about this, especially not her husband, who will never let her live it down.

A photo for the grandparents...

Monday, January 12, 2009

A Kiss-Ass?

Zander affectionately calls this little guy "brown-nose" bear:

I laugh.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

My kvetch for today (or the next few months)

I know I just posted the whole "what fun is a newborn" thing, but this time I'm really asking the question.

For me at least -- the newborn phase just isn't a whole lot of "fun" per se. I mean, I marvel at it and all. I am amazed that this little baby actually grew inside of me and at how quickly she is growing, etc. But, it's not like it's a barrel of laughs or anything. Once she starts communicating more -- or differently -- this whole parenting thing becomes a lot more enjoyable (for me). (Yeah, yeah, I realize that this could all be tempered by the post partum depression mentioned previously.)

In the meantime, I feel like my life is not my own. I can't go away from her for too long in case she needs to eat. I shower in a rush. I eat in a rush, etc. (Yes, Brad gives Cassie a bottle of pumped milk almost nightly so I can get some extra sleep, but still.) So, that's my kvetch for today -- and probably for the next few months to a year or so.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

What fun is a newborn...

...if you can't dress them up every now and then?

Happy four-week birthday Cassandra!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Ordering a burger won't be the same for a long time

I had a whole post composed -- it was the last in the "random moments from labor and birth" series, but I've somehow lost it. Part of me thinks that it is for the best, as it was probably the strangest to date, but that is still not stopping me from re-creating it.

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Here's the scene: The baby had been born and the OB was in a rush to get the placenta birthed too. He was pushing on my abdomen, rather roughly, in an effort to speed up the process. After a few minutes, he says loudly, "AAAAAAAND WE HAVE A PLACENTA BURGER!"

Look. The dcotor said it, not me. I just added a photo for effect.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Baby Talk

So far, the most pronounced negative reaction to Cassandra's arrival from Zander has been a drastic increase in the amount of baby talk. It is certainly tiring to me (consider posts like this and this), but is pretty textbook in terms of how an older sibling might react to a new baby.

We have a lot of exchanges like this:

Zander [comes running into room, half-crying]: "Bonky!"

Me: "Tell me with words."

Zander: "Bonky shoulder-y."

Me: "You bonked your shoulder?"

Zander: "Bonky shoulder-y on floor-y. Need bandaid-y."

I'm hoping it will pass sooner rather than later.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Quilt from Aunt Erin

My sister-in-law Erin made this beautiful quilt for Cassandra:

She (my sister-in-law) and my mom also made the chuppah under which Brad and I were married. (It was created with pieces of fabric collected from family and friends.)

Friday, January 2, 2009

Dare I say it...are things looking up?

So many people have done so many different things to help us during the last few weeks, I don't even know how or where to start saying "thank you." From daily check-in phone calls to feeding us to getting up at 7:00am to play with a preschooler (Grandma(s), Grandpas, and Uncles) to commenting on the blog here -- the list goes on.

I am almost hesitant to say this out loud -- much less post it -- but things seem to be looking up a bit. (Notice I just *had* to include that "a bit." Can't be too positive now, can I?)

It's true that at a check-up last week the pediatrician said she thought that Cassie would likely be colicky, but it's also true that she is gaining weight as expected (Cassie - not the pediatrician) and getting cuter ever day.

So, if you're out there and you are one of those friends and family who has helped us in one way or another, please know that we appreciate you and that we feel so grateful.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Don't let the postpartum/sleepy woman pay the bills

Instead of paying $113.94 to the power company, I paid $1,113.94. Oops.

(Lucky for us they are issuing a refund.)