Friday, December 30, 2011

Another Year Passes

It's that time of year again.  That time when the numbers at the end of the date tick up once more to remind us of all the things we had planned for the past year that never came to be.  The goals we set and didn't meet, the projects we started but didn't finish.  People use this time of year to set resolutions for the coming year, reflect on what has happened in the last, and most importantly, PARTY!  As if a mother of 2 under the age of 3 has the energy for that!  That's the way I used to feel only focusing on the negative and setting lofty goals that in my utopia would happen, but I knew wouldn't.  So instead of resolutions last year I reflected on what had happened in the last year and just strove to be a better mother and wife.  Was I?  I'm not sure.  I think I was a better mother, but as any woman who has kids knows, finding balance between being a mother and being a wife is extremely difficult.  Mothering trumps being a wife every time, leaving the poor husband to wonder what has happened and why things can't be the same.  All I can say in defense is the way one feels about what their body is for after having kids is so different and I am having a hard time feeling sexy again.  Will I?  Probably someday.  Is it now?  Not so much.  I also wanted to set things in motion for a career move down the road.  That didn't happen, but it looks like in 2012 it might, so let's keep our fingers crossed.  So as we enter 2012 I will reflect on the past year and not set resolutions per se, but I do have some expectations, if you will, for this year (provided the world does not come to an end).

First off, what's new.  I had another baby.  Our darling daughter, Sierra, came to us on June 26, 2011, three days late after threatening for weeks before to be early.  She gave us quite a scare during her birth, deciding she wasn't quite ready to breathe in the real world, but was taken great care of by my midwife and nurse and has turned out to be excelling developmentally just like her brother was.  The addition of a second child has been taxing and exhausting and wonderful.  My mom was here for 2 months after she was born so that was a big help.  I did have to go back to work 2-3 days a week when she was three months old and we had to put her in daycare one day a week, which I didn't have to do for Peyton until he was over a year so I have felt guilty for already giving her the short stick, but she seems to be a trooper.  She's so mellow and happy and I hope that stays with her though out her life.  Nothing has happened with Zack's MBA, but he has been able to move into outpatient which is a change he's enjoyed and has made things with our family easier because he can work four ten hour days.  Peyton turned two in April and has been an amazing big brother and has developed into such a great little boy.  He started gymnastics and was in a co-op preschool that was great for him and me.   It got me involved with some other midwifery moms and developed some great relationships and support that I hope continues to grow.  We got to travel to San Diego to see my best friend and her baby and to Florida to spend Thanksgiving on Longboat Key with my mom and stepdad.  Mostly we were homebodies this year (for us), but we did get out and camp multiple times even with a small baby.  I guess if I could sum it up, things worked out.  Money is tight, at time tensions are high, but overall we are happy and making it happen.

As we enter 2012 I have a few aspirations.  I would like to develop my creative side.  I've started following some blogs to help with my photography and gardening and that will give me ideas for creative projects with the kids that will help them develop motor and cognitive skills and don't cost a lot of money or require toys with batteries.  I want to organize and clean house.  I want to rid my life of excess baggage, both stuff and people.  I want to learn how to make soap, candles, sew and can.  I want to get back to making jewelry.  I've already registered for a half marathon and I want to ride the Tour de Steamboat (a little over 100 mile road bike ride).  I want to be a good, loving mom and wife that can help provide for my family and be happy with how I respond to situations.  And, of course with it being the new year and all I want to make my goal weight.  I'm currently 3 pounds away from pre-pregnancy weight and 7 from my goal weight.

Here's a few highlight pics from this year.
Pregnant with Sierra

Peyton turns 2

Rockies game to make up for the one snowed out on Peyton's birthday

Family walk for MS

Zack's MBA graduation

Sierra was born, June 26, 2011 at Mountain Midwifery

Peyton excited to be a big brother

Sierra's first camping trip

The whole family on Sierra's first camping trip

USA Pro Cycling Challenge in Steamboat Springs

Visit to San Diego

Peyton starts gymnastics

Florida for Thanksgiving



Sunday, December 25, 2011

Wind

The wind whistles, the fireplace flue moans and cracks.  Just another night in the front range of Colorado. The gusts carry the fallen snow across the roads making white out conditions and ice slicks across front porches.  The wind chimes make their fatigued music outside, unable to take a break from their constant clanging.  The swings in the park sway front to back as if ghostly children are pumping them higher and higher.  And as quickly as it began, it dies away.  All is still and silent.  The birds and trees rejoice only to be jostled and tossed again come the next nightfall.  This is life in the Colorado front range.

Monday, November 21, 2011

The Island Life

The sun has melted into the ocean, the kids are sleeping.  I make my way to the community pier, glass of wine in hand.  I take in all that is around me and take inventory of my senses.  Sight; thousands of stars, very similar to what I see at my home in Colorado outside of the city, a lady and her dog, puddles on the road educating me that it has rained while I was inside, unaware.  Smell; the salt air and a slight fishy smell from the seafood restaurant down the street.  Touch; the humidity embraces me as I walk towards that pier, as I approach I find the wood cool and wet, a cool November breeze blows through my hair although I still wear shorts and a t-shirt.  Hearing; conversations on a nearby dock, a dolphin coming up for air...I can't see it in the dark, but I know it's there, night herons screeching as they begin their nightly hunt for fish.  Taste; the wine is sweet, yet dry and the saltiness in the air.  I approach the pier, dismayed to see others have scoped out my spot before me.  I await in the shadows until they depart.  With a quick hello, I make my way to the end of the pier and listen to the gentle waves of the bay lapping on the shore.  I breathe, listen, and feel...

On my way back from the pier I have a whole different experience.  I observe the houses around me.  Panes of glass flank whole sides of multimillion dollar homes to view the beautiful bay and the people inside are facing away, gazing only at 56 inch flat screen televisions, watching Monday Night Football or the latest movie On Demand.  No one is out appreciating the beauty of this November night.  They are confined to their homes with their technology and their air conditioning.  I too am guilty of taking nature for granted when I am home.  It takes vacation to appreciate it.  A vacation to my childhood summers, a vacation to my parents' soon to be every day life that most people dream of, but never achieve.  I caught myself saying tonight, if I lived here, I'd come down to the beach every night I'm at home to watch the sunset.  Would I?  Would I watch sunrises from the pier with my coffee and a meditative mind?  I hope so.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Rose and Thorn Project-Week 1

Nov 4
Rose-Watching my son dress himself and strapping himself into his car seat, no matter how long it took and seeing my daughter break out in a huge smile at her reflection as we passed by a mirror.  My kiddos are growing up so fast. 
Thorn-The dozens of temper tantrums my son had today.  Every little thing set him off, he talked back all day, screamed at the top of his lungs and cried every time he didn't get exactly what he wanted at that moment.  I was at my wits end by the time he went to bed tonight.
Me time-While I didn't get much because my daughter is refusing to stay asleep for very long this week, I was able to read a magazine while my son played in the bathtub and my daughter played quietly on the floor of the bathroom.  Now we are watching Bones from last night, one of my favorite shows. 
Pic of the day: Who's that baby in the mirror, Mommy?

Nov 5
Rose-Winning best costume at the party tonight.  I put a lot of time and effort into my look so it was nice to get recognized.
Tborn-My daughter and son starting to cry right as my husband and I were about to leave for our party.  It's so hard to leave when the kids are crying.
Me time-The party tonight.  I was able to leave it all behind for about 3 hours.  Fabulous!
Me and the hubby heading out for our roaring 20's party
Nov 6
Rose-I know this is weird, but my rose today was the fact that my Mother's Milk Tea seems to have helped my milk production.  I was able to pump a lot of milk this morning for my little one and a lot of my stress lately has been coming from the pressure to make sure she has enough to eat on the days I work. 
Thorn-Going to work exhausted from the festivities last night.  
Me time-Not a whole lot of time for that on the days I work.  Although, work can be an escape for me if I've got great patients to talk to and today was one of those days.  I also ended up later getting to take a bath and read for about an hour.
OK, so i's not the most interesting pic, but it's the best I could do when I worked all day.
Nov 7
Rose-I volunteered to work with a patient today that no one else wanted to work with because he had been mean, told them that therapy was stupid, and is max assist with everything.  I knew him from previous admissions and since I only work a couple of days a week, I figured I'd give the regular staff a break.  He was really cooperative today, nothing but pleasant, and even told me after his session with me that he thought it was a really good one "a little bit of everything."  Made my day.
Thorn-Bedtime.  I don't know what to do with our 2 year old who used to be so cooperative and go straight to bed.  We tried switching him to the big boy bed since the reason that he calls us back 50 times is because he wants something in bed with him, then he doesn't and back and forth and back and forth.  It didn't work and he started getting really silly at bedtime and wouldn't stay in bed so we made it back into a crib.  Now we're back to square one and I'm at my wits end with him at night.  I need him to go to bed so I can relax for a while before it's time for me to go to bed.
Me Time-Glee!  I'm watching old episodes on Netflix that I never got to see because my husband won't watch them and in the evening he rules the TV and I never have time to watch during the day.  He went to be early, so I get the TV.  Nothing like melodramatic petty high school interpersonal relationships mixed with singing and dancing to rejuvenate the soul.

My husband and son doing "flashcards" on the computer.  It was so cute how he was leaning on Daddy and getting so into the flashcards.


Nov 8-
Rose-Staying in my PJs all day.  I had lots to do and getting dressed just wasn't one of them.
Thorn-My son's recent rebellion when it comes to napping.  My daughter was napping like a champ today and he was fighting it tooth and nail.  This terrible 2's thing is extremely trying on a mother's patience.  No matter how much I try to give him his own choices, The power of "NO" is too much.
Me Time-Some TV time, Amazing Race on DVR and some computer time.  A mama from my MMMamas group started a private group on Facebook for some of us to talk and I'm finding it to be a great way for me to vent and bond.  Of course there's that part of me, insecure, overanalyzing Connie, that is paranoid that I might be annoying on my social networking sites even though I get nothing but positive feedback from my comments. 
My 3 drinks of choice-coffee, tea, and red wine...yum!
Nov 9-
Rose-Seeing the absolute joy on my son's face when I presented him with "Big Buzz," his reward for finally being daytime/naptime potty trained.  He's been working towards this for about 3 months and he is SO excited.
Thorn-Having to leave my babies for a third time this week.  I'm working to make up for the time I'm taking off for Thanksgiving, but not being able to go to gymnastics with Peyton  and spend the time with my family made me very sad.
Me Time-Ally McBeal and blogging.  I'm going to try and read now that my hubby is in bed, but I'm really tired so I may fall asleep really quickly.
He got "Big Buzz!"  If only I'd captured the moment he first saw it in my hands.  Priceless.
Nov 10-
Rose-The time I spent napping with my daughter this afternoon and cuddling with my son at bedtime and while reading books to make up for my bad parenting moment earlier in the day.
Thorn-Losing my temper with my son today for something that was totally normal for a 2 year old and my own fault for waiting until the last minute to get ready to leave the house.  My daughter was on a nursing marathon and I was so tired from either a cold or allergies I just felt like crawling in a hole and shutting out the outside world and of course that's not an option as a mom.
Me Time-A glorious 2 hour nap with my baby girl even though I'm still exhausted and it was plagued with nightmares, which seems to be par for the course with me and sleep lately.  As soon as I'm done blogging, more episodes of Glee are in my future.  
My attempt to take a pic of the gorgeous full moon tonight.  I was extremely frustrated because I haven't had the time to learn to use all the features on my camera so I couldn't get a good shot.  New goal-make time to learn how to use all the features on my camera.

**So I decided to add an addendum to each week of blogging for this project in the spirit of it being November and Thanksgiving.  I am extremely thankful for the wonderful community of moms I have met through the midwifery where I birthed my children.  I am so grateful to have the support of these amazing, likeminded women and really feel as if they get me through things I would normally not be able to handle on my own or share with anyone else.  They are my sounding board, my entertainment, the teachers of my child at his "school" and I love them all dearly.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Rose and Thorn Project


So in an effort to find exactly what makes me happy, what makes me mad/sad/anxious/depressed, make time for myself and explore my photography hobby I've decided to embark on a project.  I'm not sure how long it will last, hopefully for at least 6 months, but I am on a mission of self help.  I've had a hard go of it at times postpartum, both with my first and now with my second child.  I don't get enough me time, at times play the mothering martyr attempting to be everything to everybody, not accepting help when it's offered, and having a lot of anxiety, probably both from hormones and not taking care of myself.  I haven't found time for regular exercise, regular outdoor time, or even regular eating and drinking.  I take care of everyone's needs before my own, which often leaves me extremely angry and irritable, which isn't good for me or my family.  So my project is this:  every day I will write down the worst moment of my day (something that made me upset or angry-my thorn), the best moment of my day (something that made me smile or melted my heart-my rose), something I did for myself, and a photograph I've taken that day of one of these things or something that inspires me-yes there will probably be a lot of my children, the source of most of my joy and at times my anger, 2 years old is a trying time.  My hope is that by the end of this journey I will have a lot less in quantity and quality of things that affect me negatively and I will focus more on the positive and on improving myself and discover more of the beauty in everyday life.  Since I came up with this idea too late in the day I have no photograph, however I can come up with my rose, thorn, and me time.

Rose-Laying in bed with my 4 month old, foreheads touching as she plays with my hand, turning it over in hers, discovering my fingers and hers.  Then, she makes eye contact with me and smiles and coos.
Thorn-My son had a massive temper tantrum right as dinner was ready, my daughter wanted to eat, and my husband got home from work.  This was after a day of constant nursing and crying for an unknown reason from my daughter with very little napping so I was exhausted, thirsty and starving.  After dealing with everything I didn't get to eat dinner until 7:30.
Me time-You're reading it.  The kids are in bed and I'm blogging, an outlet for me.  I also got in a little bit of time during a nap today to put some books on hold at the library re: self discovery and spend some time on my mama's group online forum to get more input and ideas.  If it counts, because I wasn't really alone, I got in a little reading while my son took a bath for about 20 minutes after my daughter went to bed.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

The Importance of Nature

"Teaching children about the natural world should be seen as one of the most important events in their lives."
Thomas Berry, The Dream of the Earth

There is something about nature that fills the soul and brings a sense of peace where nothing in the manmade world can.   My greatest memories of childhood are triggered by experiences with the natural world around me.  I don't think I realized how profound the effects of nature were on me until I began reading Last Child In The Woods, Saving Our Children From Nature-Deficit Disorder by Richard Louv.  Granted, I have only read the introduction and the first couple of pages, but it immediately caused my brain to begin pulling out all these amazing memories of being outside as a child.  We didn't play video games much, even though we had a Nintendo, we went outside, even in the 99% humidity and 90 plus degree temperatures of summer in Florida.  I gave back to nature, organizing a cleanup of the neighborhood pond and posting signs to Give a Hoot, Don't Polute, but never realized what nature was giving me.  

While my memories of the outdoors in Florida are just that, memories, my real introduction to the power of nature came when we visited North Carolina and I saw mountains for the first time.  I recall exploring the greenbelt behind my house in Florida as a child, catching tadpoles and watching them turn into frogs.  I remember exploring the undeveloped land at the back of our neighborhood.  I remember we'd sit in the garage during lightning storms and watch in awe as the torrential rain poured down and then catch toads in the aftermath.  I remember looking so forward to the two weeks we'd spend every summer on Longboat Key, where our days from sunup to sundown were spent outside on the beach watching the birds, dolphins, manatees, crabs, sand flees, and playing in the tide pools, and then after dark we'd return to see the moon reflecting on the water, more stars than you could ever see in the city, and the light show of the phosphorescence in the seaweed on the shore.  

But then, then we went to North Carolina and I saw something very foreign to me growing up in the population dense Orlando area.  I saw vast valleys between towering mountains, I hiked trails where you could hear no human sounds other than footsteps and the occasional conversation, I saw stars like I'd never seen before, caught fireflies, heard babbling brooks, saw deer and bears where they were supposed to live.  It was then that I realized that this was important.  This made me feel like I'd never felt before.  I felt alive, I felt inspired, I felt at home.  I carried that feeling with me throughout my childhood and knew, someday, I would live closer to that nature, but it also helped me realize that there was undiscovered nature all around me in Florida that I had overlooked.  There are amazing spring fed rivers to canoe on where you can experience that silence I found in the mountains and there are expansive grasslands and swamps full of birds and alligators.  

Nature helped me conquer fears.   I first spent the night outdoors in college.  The first time was on a fraternity campout which hardly counts, but the next time I went on my first backpacking trip to the mountains of Virginia.  I'd never done anything like it before.  As someone who was painfully shy up to this point, going on a five day trip with a bunch of strangers was unheard of, but nature called.  It was a turning point for me that opened my eyes to a world beyond the world of man, hiking for a day and seeing no other people and spending 24/7 outside made me feel like I'd never felt before.  It made me brave.  It made me share things I never thought I would with people I didn't know.  It gave me the courage to become a trip leader myself and give this experience to other people.  It gave me the social skills to go into the field of physical therapy where I have to talk to new people on a daily basis.  

This is what I want to give to my children.  This is why both my kids were camping by 8 weeks old.  This is why we try to spend at least a little time outside every day.  This is why I take my 2 1/2 year old on a hike and I point out the bees, scat, the fall leaves changing, the deer grazing.  I let him touch nature, smell nature, see nature.  He is a sponge and I want him to appreciate these things as soon as he can.  This is why I take my infant daughter outside to smell the different herbs in the garden and to feel the breeze on her face.  This is why when I take her outdoors I don't cover every inch of her body with clothing, I allow here to feel the warmth of the sun on her bare skin or the chill of a cool fall morning.  Both of my kids were colicky and the first thing I'd do when they got fussy was take them outside in the fresh air which had an immediate calming effect.  I don't think that this is unique to my children.  I think all children are born with a desire to be in nature, but it has to be nurtured by us as parents.  

I now live in Colorado, the mountains are a stones throw away.  I now have an appreciation for Florida's natural beauty that I intend to instill in my children when we go visit their grandparents by taking them kayaking in the mangroves and canoeing in the rivers.  As a child I loved going to my grandparents' house because they had a grape vine, a vegetable garden where I'd get to eat fresh peas, tomatoes and green onions, and they kept a compost pile.  I now have a garden where I attempt to get used to the Colorado growing season and grow fresh herbs and vegetables so my children can see where food really comes from.  I compost all our food scraps and use it to make my garden grow, as well as provide a great home to a lot of earth worms.  Experiencing nature, not just understanding it, is invaluable to providing our children with the foundation they will need to improve the world for their generation and beyond.  

Monday, October 17, 2011

Morning meditations

 I awaken in Estes Park, the essence of the Rocky mountains.  I dress and head outside, my baby girl in tow to take in the crisp fall air.  We take a seat and she sits quietly in my lap, observing the new world around her as I sip my coffee, black.  Everyone is gone, it's just us and the nearby deer munching on the grass, contemplating us as we watch them.  Their antlers are grand against the backdrop of fall, a sign of their status and the rut at hand.  The words of John Denver resonate in my mind; "welcome to my morning, welcome to my day." We watch the golden aspen leaves shimmering and performing their fluttering dance in the morning breeze.  I am happy.



Tuesday, October 11, 2011

5 More Pounds Shed-Still Out Of Shape


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I'm happy to report I'm down another 5 pounds and being able to comfortably fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans is just around the corner.  I have managed to squeeze myself into a pair of size 4's today, but it's not exactly the fit I would like.  Of course I still have the baby flab in my stomach (that definitely does not seem to be springing back as quickly as it did with baby number one) and my thighs are still heavier than I'd like, but I'm getting there thanks to the miracle of breast feeding.  I haven't worked out much more and my diet has been slacking the last couple of weeks after doing so well for a while not eating out much and planning all my meals a week ahead of time, but baby girl went on a growth spurt and it made me lose 3 pounds!  Her wanting to nurse every 45 minutes melted the weight away, of course it also interfered with my ability to get into a workout routine and has affected my sleep since she's been waking to nurse, which she hadn't done in a while.  Going back to work has also thrown things off and my husband has started working 10 hour days, which means it's dark when he gets home so we aren't going for walks or runs.  With so many changes it's time to reevaluate my schedule, coordinate with my husband, and get it done.  In the meantime, I'm beating myself up mentally for desiring to get back into shape and not following through with what needs to be done, but also giving myself some slack because, hey, my baby is only 3 1/2 months old and I'm only 12 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight and 16 from my goal weight.  People do a double take at me when I tell them I had a baby 3 months ago and frequently tell me I look good.  It's flattering, but in the end it's my opinion of myself that matters and until I can feel like I'm doing everything I can to be my best me, I'll continue to criticize myself.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Elusive Exercise

Oh, exercise, how do I miss thee.  Bike rides, weekly runs with the Snug, spinning, an hour spent at 24 hour fitness before heading to pick my kiddo up at his babysitter.  I have been very neglectful of exercise.  It's one thing to feel the desire for it in my head and quite another to actually accomplish it.  As much as I love to work out, I'm picky about how I do it and am easily bored.  My infant is too young for the bike trailer so biking is out of the question.  Running the hills in my neighborhood with a double jog stroller with a car seat in it is beyond difficult and extremely disheartening when it comes to getting back in shape.  My bike trainer is set up in the basement for nap time use, but I can't seem to motivate myself to go ride in place for more than 10 minutes.  And yet I know I feel better with it.  I feel better when I am sweating, huffing and puffing, heart pounding.  It makes you alive.  It makes me a better mother and wife.  Especially if I can get away for that evening jog on my own.  Yet, our days are getting markedly shorter, leaving less evening time to go for a run (I'm freaked out by after dark running here in Colorado where there are mountain lions and lately a rash of coyote attacks on joggers).  My husband is going to start working 10 hour days soon, making it difficult for either of us to get a workout in before children's bedtimes.  So I guess what I'm saying is that if I want to continue on my path to post-baby weight loss and I want to feel the high associated with a good ol' sweat fest, I need to stop being a work out snob.  I need to get on the bike trainer, maybe join the local Snap fitness that's minutes from my house so that I can do an after dark treadmill workout.  I need to stop what I'm doing when the kiddos decide to nap at the same time and use it to do some yoga, a strength workout or even get in a little Wii action.  I need to make time...time for exercise, time for me.  I will be a better mom and wife for it, but it's so hard...

Monday, September 26, 2011

Mornings with Murphy

I had a Murphy's Law type of morning.  There is no other way to explain it.  Today was my first day back at work where I had to get the kids and myself ready and drop them off at the babysitter.  Last night I packed the diaper bag, got the coffee maker ready, and set my alarm for 6 am, giving me plenty of time to get myself completely ready, pump a bottle for Sierra for when she got to the babysitter, and pack my lunch and make absolutely certain I had everything, before the kids woke up.  Um, no.  The first thing that interrupted my well laid plan was that both kiddos decided that by 6:30 they were awake for the morning.  I would've loved to have left Peyton in his bed playing, but he has this amazing ability to pee in his bed through the diaper if I wait too long.  So after only getting myself dressed and pumping, I went and got him up.  He was so excited to be "going to Miss Lisa's" that he couldn't sleep and wouldn't stop bugging me about when we were leaving.  The morning went smoothly enough, even with them both up until we went to leave.  I got them both in the car and then realized I needed to go to the bathroom and really didn't want to be wearing the shirt I was wearing all day.  My goal was to leave by 7:25, by 7:39 after starting "Cars" on the car DVD player, which I'd promised Peyton the night before, we were on the road.

Now the drive to my work is approximately 45 minutes in the morning with traffic.  So off we went, heading due east into the blinding fall sun.  (For those of you who have never experienced sun glare in Denver, it's no joke, you can't see).  At some point on the journey I heard Sierra poop in the backseat.  That may be too much information, but very important in understanding my morning.  I got within 5 minutes of the babysitter's house when I suddenly realized, I packed the bottle I pumped in the morning, but no other frozen milk for Sierra.  Silently cursing myself, I started heading back towards home, texting my work I'd be in later and the babysitter that we'd be well past my estimated 8:00-8:15 arrival time.  About half way home Peyton realized we were driving back home and said "Mommy?  I thought we were going to Miss Lisa's."  Observant child.  So we finally made it all the way back home, I grabbed the milk from the freezer and went to change Sierra's diaper.  As I feared, it was a bad one.  Her clothes and the car seat were covered in poop.  I did my best to clean the car seat, since I had to put her back in it, get her out of her poopy clothes without causing too much of a mess, clean her up, and change her outfit.  By then I needed to use the restroom and decided it was a good time to refill my coffee, wishing I could spike it with something.

So already being an emotional wreck from having to leave my baby girl with a sitter (who has taken good care of Peyton for over a year, so I really shouldn't have been so worried), I finally got to Miss Lisa's house to drop them off...and I lingered.  It was so hard to say goodbye.  Peyton was off like a shot playing, paying me no mind.  Sierra was all smiles as I left.  Not sure if that's harder or to leave a crying baby.  I sat in the parking lot at work for at least five minutes trying to compose myself.  Damn Murphy had to make an already difficult day more difficult, but when all was said and done, the kiddos had a great day, I had a good day at work and enjoyed my patients, and I know that each week, from here on out, it will get easier.  I am blessed to only have to leave them two days a week and one is with their daddy, so I really can't wish for more.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Socially stunted

I am going to admit, out loud, right here and right now a fact that I try to hide...I am socially inept.  That's right, I am as socially awkward as a pimple faced, teenage boy asking the cheerleader to go to prom.  I'm painfully shy and self conscious.  Outside of my work, where I am forced to be outgoing, I have a hard time carrying on a conversation with anyone new without second guessing every sentence that comes out of my mouth.  My husband is my in, my security blanket.  He's outgoing, charming, remembers everyone's name and I find myself standing in the background.  It's so bad in fact that my husband praises me if I go on a play date with other moms and actually talk to people.  Since moving to Colorado I have made friends, but have few close friends and few friends that aren't "our" friends nearby that I would feel comfortable dishing my deepest, darkest secrets to.  I am desperate to find that here.  A woman needs her girlfriends.

So today, with my husband having to work, I went to the Mountain Midwifery annual picnic, a get together for parents and babies that were born at Mountain Midwifery.  I feel like if there is anywhere I am going to make some strong connections it is with this group of likeminded women.  Now I am a member of the Mountain Midwifery Mamas internet group.  I post in the forums, I even have been on a few play dates and to a birth circle to talk about birth stories sans child-all of which I had severe anxiety before going.  But today, today I was on my own, two kids in tow, having to socialize alone.  I thought I was ready.  I anticipated a day where I'd finally get to really meet some of these moms who I converse with on a regular basis online but have rarely met in person.  Instead I found myself mostly conversing with my children, the midwife and nurse I birthed with, a midwifery mom who lives in my neighborhood who I've been to multiple play dates with, and with and a midwifery dad who did most of the conversing.  Granted, I was alone and trying to watch my 2 year old with one eye, making sure he's not wandering off, hitting someone, crying, or otherwise getting into trouble, while trying to get my infant daughter to stay calm and sleep.  Trying to carry on a meaningful conversation with someone under these circumstances isn't easy.  Granted...but this problem runs deeper than being pulled in too many directions.

So in the interest of my child needing more social outlets and in the interest of my social life I have joined a co-op preschool that a couple of midwifery mamas have started.  It's one day a week, moms are required to stay, and it is a small group that I will see on a regular basis that maybe I can start to feel comfortable socializing and bonding with.  For anyone who's never been shy (which I think at least my oldest child has inherited my husband's outgoing personality, thank god) it's hard to understand what it's like for those of us that are.  I'm ashamed to admit it, but online social networking has helped me come out of my shell.  I lost touch with every friend I went to high school with because of my shyness.  I only kept those few people that I was closest with close.  I find myself analyzing every conversation with everyone new, did I ask enough questions, did I ask too few or too many?  Did I make the conversation all about me?  Ugh, the stress of each conversation is why I avoid them in the first place.

Now that I'm in my 30's I'm more comfortable in my skin than ever before.  I'm confident in my role as a mother.  But, will I ever be comfortable in my head?  Will I ever be comfortable with new people?  Hopefully it won't take another 3 decades to get there.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Waterton Tavern-Revisited

As some of you may recall, back in May of 2010 the Waterton Tavern opened in my community and I blogged about my disappointment in the food, atmosphere, and service.  I received some seething replies to my blog, even some personal attacks on me from people who don't even know me, and a reply from one of the owners.  At the time I promised him that we would return someday and give it another shot, but  it hadn't happened until tonight.  I hadn't been able to walk through those doors after both the disappointment of the first two experiences and the backlash on me from my opinion that I expressed on my poorly followed blog.  Well, tonight I wasn't feeling well, was very hungry and didn't feel like making the 15 mile trek to anywhere else to get dinner, so the Tavern it was.  So with husband, 2 1/2 year old and infant in tow, we finally crossed through those doors again.

Some things were obviously different upon entering.  They now have a sign by the door that states "seat yourself," so you don't stand there for ten minutes feeling like an idiot before someone tells you you can just sit down.  There's a pool table that is way too big for the space at the front of the restaurant side of the restaurant that I don't think even has enough space around the outside of it to properly play.  One of the issues when we'd been there before was the noise.  The owner had told me that were looking into solutions for the acoustics.  Well, they had a solution, and I'm not sure if it really works well or it was just not very crowded in there so the noise was less, but they cut up egg crate mattress pads and glued them ornamentally to the ceiling.  Yes, you heard me right, mattress pads.

One thing that didn't change was that it still took a very long time for our server to come to our table and bring water and drinks.  Service did improve, however, the longer we were there.  They took our check in a timely manner at the end of the meal, and the chicken wrap I ordered (yes, the same on Zack had a year ago that he graciously shared with me when my food sucked) was without cheese as I had stated.  The menu, which is just a folded piece of printed paper, was different than initially.  It had been trimmed down and was just standard tavern food, not anything attempting to be fancy.  I thought it humorous that the menu states on the front that they are the "best tavern in Roxborough" since they are the only tavern in Roxborough.  The food wasn't fast, but it wasn't slow either.  The french fries were a little on the salty side, but so much better than the previous recipe, and again, my chicken wrap (the item you really can't screw up) was good, but nothing to write home about.

So I guess my overall opinion is this: the Waterton Tavern has improved, but there wasn't anything that said "come back and eat here again" for me.  The only thing that could beacon me to it's doors again is it's proximity to home and the occasional need for a frosty beverage.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Trial Week Over-Now the real test

This time last week I was on a mission.  This was the week I was finally going to get serious about getting fit and losing my baby belly-really I'm much more concerned with losing my baby thighs than the belly.  So I blogged my intentions, logged my food on myfitnesspal.com, filled my Nalgene repeatedly throughout the day to get my goal of 3 liters of water, got a new pair of running shoes AND...ran once.  Not all was lost, however, even though it wasn't the week I had intended.  Planning out meals ahead of time makes it so much easier to avoid the "I'm tired, let's go out to eat" scenario that has ruled our lives since Sierra's birth.  I have a new plan to get back into running thanks to Runner's World magazine having a section devoted to the new mom returning to running with a strength training program and an ease back into it plan to avoid injury.  They even tell you how to correctly jog with a jog stroller!  I now know that my schedule I set up to assign different chores to different days so as to not be overwhelming worked wonderfully.  I had a great week being mommy to my two kiddos without any help.  Yes, I did have a couple of nervous breakdowns throughout the week, but those have to do with thinking about returning to work next week, nothing to do with how life is going right now.  I also learned that My Fitness Pal greatly underestimates the number of net calories I can have in a day to lose weight because, despite not burning more than 200 calories in any given workout that I got around to this week and it telling me every day that I ate too many to lose any weight, I lost another pound!  Thank god, because the first couple of days I was starving!

So it's not easy getting back to a healthy lifestyle when you've slacked off for as long as I have (I am very critical of myself because I never got back into a workout routine after Peyton was born, although breastfeeding for 1 1/2 years got me down to a lower weight than I was even before I got pregnant with him).  I am still motivated.  My goals extend beyond fitness and weight loss.  My main goal is to take time to care for myself so I can continue to care for others both at home and in my job as a physical therapist.  My goal is to tie up lose ends of projects not completed, tasks talked about but never undertaken.  I don't do well in chaos and I don't do well when I don't get enough "me" time, so this is the time to make sure that I don't fall into the same pattern of "I'm mommy and I have to be there 24/7" as I did after Peyton was born.  This time I will allow help...I will demand it.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Getting Started Ain't Easy

I want to lose weight.  I crave my 21 year old body.  I want to wear a size 2 and wear shorts that don't come to my knees and be happy with my thighs.  And yet everyday I have this desire to eat well, drink plenty of water, and exercise and by the end of the day the day has slipped away and I've stopped for fast food, I haven't gotten 5 minutes of "exercise" (although as a mom of a toddler and an infant in a 3 level house I have gotten lots of lifting and stair climbing in).  Between my normal daily activities as a mom and breastfeeding I have managed to drop 17 of the 34 pounds I gained during pregnancy.  I have a feeling the other half won't be as easy to remove.  I've got to start a routine, got to stop eating out so much, but this has to be a whole mentality change, not just the beginning of an exercise routine.  I have 2 children, one 2, one almost 3 months old.  This in and of itself makes for days that have to be flexible, not rigidly scheduled.  So what I've done it this: I have a list of things that need to be done daily, in the morning and in the evening before bed and also tasks that need to be done once a week.  I also have divided chores throughout the week so that I don't feel overwhelmed by the messes and seemingly endless piles of things to do that stack up on me.  Within those daily tasks I have incorporated a morning walk on the days I don't work (I return to work at the end of this month on Sundays and Mondays) and daily exercise of either cardio or a choice between weights and yoga.  Once a week I will plan out my meals and make them simple enough-but healthy-to be prepared in 30 minutes or less.  If I stick with this I won't just lose weight, but we'll save a ton on food not eating out and only buying groceries that are planned for a meal.

So there it is, putting it down on paper is a great way for me to see that life doesn't have to be so overwhelming and that I can get my prepregnancy body back, if not maybe my 21 year old body?  Probably not, but one can dream can't they?  I do have a goal of 115 pounds by Sierra's first birthday.   My biggest goal now is to get started and stick with it so that by the time the weather makes me have to wear jeans everyday, I can fit back in them and not have to buy a whole new winter wardrobe.  Although a new wardrobe would be fun, but only after meeting my goal.  

Come join me on my journey at http://www.myfitnesspal.com.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Tale of Two Pregnancies

I'm sitting here trying to decide which is more agonizing, the way my first pregnancy ended or the way this one is shaping up to?  With my first child I went one week past my due date with no signs of going into labor whatsoever until it actually happened.  I was swollen and had slightly elevated blood pressure for the last two weeks and was dilated about 2 cm, but otherwise I didn't have any increase in Braxton Hicks contractions, no bloody show, nothing.  This time around I have had an increase in strength and number of Braxton Hicks contractions for three weeks.  They are at the point now that my stomach feels like a bowling ball it gets so hard during them (which is very uncomfortable and at times even crampy and painful).  For at least the past two weeks I have been 2 cm dilated with her head at station zero and almost fully effaced, have had bloody show on and off, most recently about four days ago, have felt nauseated, had stomach issues, had cramps, and had a few days of increased energy that sometimes happens right before labor and still, nothing.  I have lived every day of my life for the past three weeks expecting that change in the contractions from just tight and uncomfortable to building and painful.  I know what active labor feels like this time.  I also know that how I have felt for the last three weeks is only how I felt on the actual day that Peyton was born.  With Peyton my water broke, giving me evidence that labor was going to start some time within 24 hours and only then did I have the massive increase in strength and frequency of the Braxton Hicks.  I can't guarantee I'll get that sign again since it apparently only happens before labor starts in something like 10-15% of women.  All I know is I'm becoming more impatient, more moody the longer this drags on.  My actual due date is tomorrow, that completely arbitrary number that really doesn't mean anything, that so many people are fixated on, that is 40 weeks from the start of your last period before conception.  Only 4-5% of babies are born that day (I'm going to caveat that with naturally) so the chance of having her tomorrow is slim to none.  If I was sitting here in the same boat as I was with Peyton, nearing my due date but without the contractions, gastric misery, fatigue, and the last three midwives I saw predicting I would go early, would I be so bitter and impatient?  Maybe, but sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Graduations, Birthdays and Meltdowns

Let me preface this post with it's been a crazy 3 days in a row.  On Thursday, a graduation bbq that kept our boy up about 1 hour past his bedtime, then Friday, a midwife appointment that woke a sleepy boy from a nap and a graduation banquet that kept us out until about 10 pm and again the boy didn't sleep until we got home.

Yesterday was a busy day.  I woke up to birthday cards and flowers and then we started in the morning with breakfast at Le Peep, just me and my boys.  I can't believe I'm 32 and except for all the birthday wishes I received, the day could've come and gone and I would've never known it was my birthday.  I have a much more looming event coming that occupies most of my thoughts.

After breakfast we rushed like maniacs to go to Zack's MBA graduation (congrats!).  That's when the day headed south.  Peyton, I'm assuming due to his fatigued state from the previous two days, melted down about 5 minutes into the ceremony.  So, here I am at 9 months pregnant and exhausted myself, carrying around a two year old and trying to hold back tears as he screams, cries, and throws himself on the floor in the back of the room.  Our friend Ben's parents, who he loved the night before when they'd babysat him, tried to help, but he wanted nothing to do with them either.  Somehow we survived the ordeal, but I was definitely worse for the wear.

After that we headed to Ron's annual crawfish boil, and while I enjoyed the beautiful weather and the socialization, the morning's events had left me nauseated and just not feeling well and the heat was causing my feet to swell.  By the time we headed home, I was too pooped to party, and so was Peyton, who fell asleep in a terribly awkward position in the car.  When we got home my meltdown ensued.  I was really nauseated, in hindsight probably from a lack of water and food, my stomach was cramping (labor pains?) and I was a mental basket case.  I started to freak out.  What if I went into labor?  I was exhausted, Peyton was exhausted, my mom's not here yet, what if Peyton acts like he did at the graduation while I'm in labor?  etc, etc.  I couldn't stop the body wracking sobbing I was doing.  I felt scared, alone, sick, and miserable.

Nothing a couple of crackers couldn't fix.  After getting some food in my stomach I was miraculously better, but the episode did bring to light that I am not ready to have this baby yet (so evolution tells me she won't come until I've dealt with my issues).  I tried talking some of it out with Zack last night, but I need to A. pack my bag, B. come to terms with the fact that I can't control everything, and C. get some R and R and stop trying to be supermom so when the time comes I have the energy for labor (and get through this last week of work).  I will then be ready to welcome Miss Sierra into the world and be a mom of two.

Friday, May 13, 2011

A Mother's Moment

I had a moment today.  It made me happy, it made me sad, it definitely made me cry.  I was getting ready to take a shower and Peyton was in the bathroom with me as usual.  As I went to get in the shower he got really upset and asked me to sit on the toilet (it was strange because he kept saying "Mommy, pee" so I thought he wanted me to try to go to the bathroom like we make him do before his bath).  Instead, when I sat down, he crawled up into my lap and gently asked to nurse.  He's been weened for nearly 6 months now and it was quite a surprise.  When I told him that it was for the baby, he didn't cry or throw a temper tantrum like I expected, but got really cuddly, laying his head on my chest and pulling my arms around him.  It was as if to tell me that he misses being my baby.  We sat there for about 5 minutes that way then looked up and asked me to take a bath with him instead of taking a shower.  So I did and he went back to playing with me as if the moment never happened.

I know I've been neglecting him more as the pregnancy has progressed and I'm physically more uncomfortable and bonding more with the life growing and wriggling inside of me.  This moment in time, this small gesture, five minutes of holding him like I used to when he was a small baby, reminded me that even though he is walking and talking and asserting his independence constantly that a part of him is still a baby that doesn't understand why Mommy has changed and why the only world that he's known since birth is changing too. All I can do is try the best I can to help him transition, understand, and love his new sister and let him know that Mommy still loves him just as much.  I now understand what I couldn't fathom before becoming pregnant with my second child.  There is room enough in your heart for two.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Finding balance

For whatever reason, today I have been thinking about sacrifices and priorities.  For the last 2 years, Zack and I have sacrificed time together in order to spend more time at home with our child in our care instead of someone else's (our priority).  We've managed to maintain one day a week off together, but at one point he worked Saturday and I worked Sunday and I still work on Sundays, and sometimes a half a day on Saturday, our supposed day off together.  More and more often, our day off "together" means that he spends a half a day having some time to himself, and me to myself, sans child.  That, along with evening obligations for a business he's starting up (and previously classes while he got his MBA), means very little whole family time.  I'm beginning to wonder, is it worth it?  Is the time we are spending individually alone with our child beneficial enough to justify sacrificing time together as a family?

I will be the first to admit I'm over working on the weekend.  I've been working at least one weekend day  almost every weekend for close to 3 1/2 years (with about a 6 month hiatus in there).  Granted, I no longer work full-time and I do enjoy the slower pace of the weekend, but it's days like today that make me second guess this decision.  We went to the park this morning and there were soccer games and baseball practice going on, families having birthday parties, picnics, and just generally hanging out.  When it gets warmer, not having two days off together means we can't really go camping except rushing out of the house following one of us getting off work, and not having the weekend off means missing out on camping trips, hikes, and barbecues with friends.  We are basically forced out of any type of social life.  I know a lot of people work weekends, but I'm not sure it's right for us.

Wouldn't it be better to put my kiddo in childcare one more day and only work on the weekdays?  Part of me says yes, but another part says, you're PRN at your jobs, you have to take work when they need it, which is weekends.   I have to have an income for us to make ends meet.  Part of me says, that's great in theory, but the other part says what about when you have an infant?  Paying for more childcare for two children is not financially responsible and do I really have it in me to put my infant in childcare that much anyway? Peyton didn't start any until a year old and at first it was only one day.   I am torn trying to find the balance between quality child and quality family time and trying to maintain Zack and I's individual sanity by giving us necessary alone time all while being able to pay our bills.  I'm selfish, I want it all, but where is the balance?

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Murphy's vacation

You ever feel like Murphy's Law is ruling your life?  I definitely felt it ruled our family's last vacation.  It started the moment we stepped foot in the cabin in Grand Lake, CO and didn't end until everyone returned to their respective home states (although I just found out that our nephew has the flu now and our niece woke up vomiting today, so I guess the curse followed them to Louisiana).

It all started when I got off work the Friday we were going to the mountains.  Actually, it started before everyone arrived in Colorado for their Mardi Gras vacation.  I was battling a bad cold that I had caught from my son after 2 weeks of him being sick with the flu and an ear infection.  He was still on antibiotics, our nephew also had an ear infection and was on antibiotics and my father in law was on antibiotics for a sinus infection.  In the hustle and bustle to get out of the house, we ended up leaving behind some key things for our trip, including my son's snow boots (pretty important when you are going somewhere to play in the snow), my charger for my cell phone, and most importantly, the cooler that had both food and my son's refrigerated antibiotics in it.  Upon realizing this when we got to the cabin, my husband decided to drive the 2 hour drive back to the house to get the forgotten items (except my phone charger, I had my car charger so we figured I didn't need it).  My father in law said he'd keep him company on the drive.

When they arrived back in Denver, my father in law proceeded to have his first episode of vomiting.  It was downhill from there.  Eight times on the way back to the cabin he had to stop and vomit.  When they got back to the cabin at nearly 10pm he looked like death warmed over.  He was shaking uncontrollably and unable to hold anything down and now had diarrhea too.  For 2 days we didn't see him as he stayed upstairs in the recliner, sleeping and feeling miserable.  Was it altitude sickness or a virus?  We weren't sure.  In the meantime, we tried to go snowshoeing, the one thing I felt I could safely do being pregnant, while the rest of the family went snowmobiling.  It was a totally unproductive outing, finding nowhere with good snow and my son and my prego balance not cooperating.  I also realized my car charger for my phone had been stepped on and broken during the vomiting chaos and my phone proceeded to completely die.  No one else was sick that day and we thought we were free and clear, although one of my husband's cousins did now have laryngitis.  We went sledding that night and everyone but me and my FIL went skiing the next day without any major incident.  However, when they went skiing, I drove to a town to look for a new phone charger, only to slide down the steep, icy, twisty driveway into an ice wall that put a huge dent in the front of my car (this would also happen again the day we were leaving).  My camera also decided to kick the bucket, suddenly refusing to turn on even with a fully charged battery, so there are very few pictures of our adventure.  

After they returned from skiing my sister in law started vomiting.  That night, 3 more joined in.  We were now sure it was a virus, not altitude.  The next morning was checkout and so those of us that were still of sound body packed and cleaned up.  I finally felt good, the day we had to leave.  Our niece vomited one more time for good measure on the floor in the living room as we were getting ready to leave.  It was a miserable drive back to Denver for those who were still nauseated, but luckily no one was still vomiting. Once at our house, the sickies all laid down.  The next morning, all was well as they prepared to fly back to Texas and Louisiana.

The redeeming things on the trip were that I finally got to see a moose after trying to see one for five years every time we went to that part of the mountains.  She was hanging around our cabin the whole time we were there.  A cute little owl also was resident on the deck outside, everyone had a good time while they were healthy, and my son had a fabulous time playing with his cousins, especially our nephew who became his new best friend.  Usually Mardi Gras time is a big drinking time for the Johnson family.  With all the illness my house is now overwhelmed with beer and liquor that were bought and never drank.  All in all, I think it's a trip that no one will forget any time soon.

Transcending expectations

I never could have imagined how amazing and life altering natural childbirth could be.  I look back on the birth of Peyton and can't imagine anything more magical with more overwhelming emotional and physical release.  But can it be topped?  That's my new question.  Yes, I was totally, 100% trusting of my body and it's ability to birth, watched the Business of Being Born, was completely disgusted with the medical model of childbirth, and gave birth outside of a hospital in a midwife run birthing center in a peaceful, homelike room with dim lighting and my hypnobirthing music playing quietly in the background.  Yes, I wrote my dream birth story beforehand, and yes, it happened nearly exactly as I planned.  As with anything, with experience comes knowledge.  I've discovered a whole world since Peyton's birth of other documentaries, including Pregnant in America and Orgasmic Birth that make me more sure in my decision to birth naturally.  I wonder how any woman would give up the opportunity to experience this life changing event the way it was intended by nature if they only knew how it could be?

So I am on a mission.  A mission to see if the birth of my second child can top that of my first, which seems impossible looking back, but probable knowing what I now know.  With Peyton I was overwhelmed by the speed of my labor progress.  I was frustrated by being unable to go to the meditative state I had so painstakingly practiced for months in my hypnobirthing class.  I got in the birthing tub and sat in the same position, gritting my teeth relatively silently through the contractions for 2 hours before Peyton emerged.  I was focused, but my mind and my body were not on the same page.  With my current desire to transcend what I felt to be a perfect birthing experience I am going to be more open to things I may have been reserved about the first time around, since I was nervous about never experiencing birth before.  My midwife was wonderfully uninvolved in my first birth, which I greatly appreciated, but with it being my first child I may have done better with a doula or more suggestions from the midwife.  Maybe she saw something I didn't.  Maybe she saw someone who was bravely and triumphantly attacking giving birth in her own way and should not be disturbed.  She, unlike me, had experienced many births before.  This was my first time and I felt during a lot of my labor that I was failing in how I was handling it.  This time, there will be no such thoughts.  I am a strong, powerful woman who has done something that women have been doing for generations in a way that most people of my generation do not even realize they have to option to do.  It hurts, it's an emotional experience unlike any other, and it's okay to make noise.  It's okay to explore various positions to help move things along (not that I really needed to move things along last time since I was only feeling contractions for 6 hours).   And in the end, the pain is gone, and I will have an amazing life, drug free looking up at me with adoring eyes and love that can only be understood if you've been through it.  It's as if to say, "thank you, Mommy for all your hard work.  I appreciate that you chose this path for me to enter the world."

It is this feeling that I think most women miss out on with drugs interfering with the natural hormonal highs.  Yes, either way you end up with a baby, but the idea of orgasmic birth does not literally have to mean having an orgasm while birthing, while I can see how it is a possibility for someone who is able to mentally let go of the need to be in control that most of us in modern society are used to.  If you are able to accept your vulnerability even if physical orgasm does not occur, the mental rush from the hormones is just as great.  This is what I want to experience again because the end of Peyton's birth, the actual moment of him being born, was a perfect ecstasy.  It's the journey to get there that I want to improve upon.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Preparing the toddler for the baby-Phase 1

We have begun our attempts to educate Peyton about the baby and how things will change once the baby is born.  We've broken out the baby photo album so he can see what he looked like as a baby and how Mommy and Daddy are always holding the baby.  We've attempted to start reading "Baby on the Way" and "What Baby Needs" by Dr. Sears, but Peyton isn't very good at sitting still for reading a book, so mostly it's been paraphrasing based on what the pictures in the book are showing and how it pertains to our lives.  I've been trying to have Peyton feel Sierra when she moves and talk to her through my belly, but mostly she stops moving when he's near, unless he's sitting in my lap then he has been kicked a couple of time and he won't talk to the belly, just blow raspberries on it, which get me laughing so I guess it's good bonding and therapy for the baby too.

So from all this the conclusion my husband and I have come to agreement on is this, Peyton is definitely acting much different than usual, more clingy, more cuddly, but the shift has been from yelling "no" every time I mention the baby to wanting to look at pictures of him as a baby and cuddling his stuffed animals like babies.  I guess that's progress.  Something that definitely isn't progress is the potty training.  This is a child that knows that he's supposed to go to the bathroom in the potty, he knows when he has to go and has known this for a very long time, however, he is now going in his diapers and underwear again.  Definitely not good.

Hopefully as we continue on this journey it will get easier.  At least the most important thing seems to be true.  Peyton seems to be learning to love Sierra and we've reassured him that we will love him just as much when she's born.

Friday, February 11, 2011

What if he hates her?!

A new fear that I never even considered before has cropped up in my head.  What if Peyton hates his little sister?  This isn't a random fear that has appeared out of nowhere, Peyton is demonstrating a deep hatred of all things baby that is getting worse by the day!  At first we thought his "NO!" outbursts in response to, "are you going to be a good big brother," or "do you want a little brother or sister" were just him not really understanding the whole process.  But the answer is consistently no and now he's regressing to baby like behaviors and showing a serious dislike towards babies we see.  Today when I went to buy my Moby wrap and swing from someone off Craigslist that has a little one probably around 3 months old, he eyed him suspiciously the whole time we were there and then has a temper tantrum when we left, yelling "No baby!" over and over again.  He wants to be cuddled and held like a baby (I love it, but am wary of it at the same time), is crying more when going down for naps or at night, which he hasn't done in about 6 months, is having increased separation anxiety, and lit up like a Christmas tree today when I was trying out my new Moby wrap and I let him get in to try it out.  He snuggled up to me like he never wanted to be put down again.  You have to understand, before the last couple of weeks, this kid did not want to be held for anything.  He's entered the independent, terrible twos stage and being held is a sign of weakness.  Not anymore.  Now he wants his pregnant mama to carry him up the stairs.  What's a parent to do?

Is this really in response to the new baby?  Does he sense the culture change already affecting our home?  Will he warm up to the idea if we give him time and put forth the effort to explain it all to him?  I hope so.  As if in response to my worry, Mothering Magazine posted a question on Facebook the other day asking what are the best books for introducing your toddler to the idea of a new baby on the way.  A lot of moms referred to the two Dr. Sears books for children entitled Baby on the Way and What Baby Needs.  So I've got one on hold at the library and ordered the other from Amazon since I'm already a professed Dr. Sears fan.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed that constant reiteration of these books, letting him feel the baby move and see it as my pregnancy progresses, and a lot of love and cuddles to reassure him that he is not being replaced, will guide him to be a loving, helpful big brother.  God help me if it doesn't!

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Final baby blog before he/she gets his/her own:)

I decided to write one final blog about the baby on my blog before giving him/her his/her own blog after we find out if it's a he/she.  Friday is the day!  We go to see Dr. Hall, one of the OB/Gyns at Swedish Hospital (one of the backups should something go wrong-we hope to never see him again) that did our ultrasound with Peyton, on Friday afternoon.  I am hopeful to see a healthy baby and get an answer to the burning question boy or girl.

Lately I have been a lot happier to be pregnant.  I'm getting the high that you usually experience around the 5th month of more energy and feeling overall happy about the new baby.  I felt it move (we'll refer to he/she as it for the rest of this blog, even though I hate to do it so I don't have to write male/female every time) for the first time at 16 weeks, a full 4 weeks before I ever felt Peyton.  Last week Zack was able to feel it move with his hand on my stomach, that's how much and how strong the kicks are already.  Some days it moves constantly, others, I'm lucky if I feel one, but those days are getting less and less.  I read "Birthing From Within" that really finally gave me that excitement about my pregnancy that I'd been lacking.  It reminded me that I am a strong, vibrant woman and that my body is doing something incredible.    It got me excited about labor and delivery (yes, I like giving birth and have never been afraid of it) and bonding with our new baby.

I had another midwife appointment last week and all was as it should be.  I'm still small for being almost 5 months pregnant with my second baby, but I'm not complaining.  As long as everything is OK, I'm good with being small (small heads are even better).  I've gained 8.5 pounds so far, right on target.  The baby's heart rate was 150 beats per minute, same as the last time.  Peyton's was always 165...is that a sign of the sex?  Who knows.  I met a couple in the waiting room at the appointment that were there for their 24 hour newborn visit and had a son that was only 1 month younger than Peyton will be when the new baby is born.  The baby was a girl and the mother's name was Sierra, one of the names we've been tossing around for a girl.  Is it a sign?  Everyone has an opinion.

So, after we find out the sex of the baby and make that tough decision on a name, baby #2 will have a blog site all its own.  I'll send out the request to join it when the time comes.  We're planning on doing the same thing we did with Peyton, having my sister or someone update the blog throughout the labor and delivery.  I'll also keep the readers posted on pregnancy progress until the time comes.  I'm so glad this pregnancy is almost halfway over.  I can't wait to meet our new little peanut (who's apparently the size of a bell pepper now).