Friday, January 8, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
In Thurston's Words
Aaahhhhhaaaooooooooo...alhhhh alh hu uh! Uh! UHHH! Allgghhh brrrrpphhhh....cuh cuh cuh hehhhehhcu. uch. Waahwa da bawa. Ahhh ahhcccc. AhhhAAAHHH aacchhhAAHH. Duh wabwa! Mmmhoooo mmhhooooo mhu!
Friday, January 1, 2010
I hate my boob
Yes. I do. It looks all swollen and warped and it is so tender - radiating pain every time I bump against it. I noticed I had a blocked milk duct the night before last and I nursed and massaged and nursed and massaged with no avail. I pumped at work yesterday every two hours with make-shift warm compresses between and during pumping sessions. By make-shift, I mean a bundle of wet paper towels that I nuked until steaming and then wrapped in plastic wrap to insulate. Did I tell you mothers are resourceful? For the record, my boss came up with the idea herself when I complained of it to her. She's a mother of two and we talk about everything parenting.
Last night I tried taking a steaming hot shower while I pinched around the hard lumps and massaged them to try and work out the clog. I spent last night nursing and massaging frequently and still today it continues to pain me. Today I even brought out my hand pump after a feeding. I feel like I've done everything I can do. It's really frustrating. On the lucky side, I'm not showing any signs of mastitis - which is when the clogged duct becomes infected. I would know too, because I'd have a raging fever and flu-like symptoms. Aside from the localized pain and my lack for sanity, I feel fine.
On another note, Thurston helped me clean house today. And by clean house, I mean pull the books off the shelf, shuffle over to the fireplace to get into the pokers and brushes while I chased after him, pulled videos off the shelf, stand up against the tv stand and stare up at the tv while I freak out and run after him, try to chew on the lamp cord, and pull himself up on the couch to try and get the tv remote into his mouth. I did discover that Thurston loves pulling himself up to go through the contents of our fridge. I can set him in front of the open fridge while I load the dishwasher and clean the counter tops. This is also successful when cooking.
My new mantra: Chose Your Battles
Last night I tried taking a steaming hot shower while I pinched around the hard lumps and massaged them to try and work out the clog. I spent last night nursing and massaging frequently and still today it continues to pain me. Today I even brought out my hand pump after a feeding. I feel like I've done everything I can do. It's really frustrating. On the lucky side, I'm not showing any signs of mastitis - which is when the clogged duct becomes infected. I would know too, because I'd have a raging fever and flu-like symptoms. Aside from the localized pain and my lack for sanity, I feel fine.
On another note, Thurston helped me clean house today. And by clean house, I mean pull the books off the shelf, shuffle over to the fireplace to get into the pokers and brushes while I chased after him, pulled videos off the shelf, stand up against the tv stand and stare up at the tv while I freak out and run after him, try to chew on the lamp cord, and pull himself up on the couch to try and get the tv remote into his mouth. I did discover that Thurston loves pulling himself up to go through the contents of our fridge. I can set him in front of the open fridge while I load the dishwasher and clean the counter tops. This is also successful when cooking.
My new mantra: Chose Your Battles
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
X-mas 2009 Photos
Wrapping paper is amazing!...and a choking hazard...
Grandma Kim and Thurston:
Ethan, Thurston & Auntie Hailey:
Our goofy reindeer:
Ethan showing Thurston his toys:
Uncle Mike getting attacked by the Thurston bug:
Chatting with Auntie Trish:
Gumming apples:
Ethan and Thurston:
My lovely niece Lilly and I:
Thurston with Great Grandpa Jim:
Thurston and Auntie Hailey:
Grandma Kim and Thurston:
Ethan, Thurston & Auntie Hailey:
Our goofy reindeer:
Ethan showing Thurston his toys:
Uncle Mike getting attacked by the Thurston bug:
Chatting with Auntie Trish:
Gumming apples:
Ethan and Thurston:
My lovely niece Lilly and I:
Thurston with Great Grandpa Jim:
Thurston and Auntie Hailey:
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Zoom zoom zoom
This kid has only been crawling for just over a week and now he's in serious turbo mode. I set him down and turn away for a moment and he's pulled half the books off the shelf and started munching on some Voltaire:
He absolutely loves this lamp and the cords that surround it! It's almost as awesome as plastic bags and butter knives! Seriously though, how does one keep your kid away from lamps??!! I do like having lighted areas. I do. Last night he kept scuttling over to it to grab the cords and try and climb on the base. As soon as I'd pull him away and try and interest him in his AMAZING baby toys, he'd scream his head off and find his way back to the lamp.
Des was over for some Thurston time last night and we hardly could get him still long enough to photograph the two of them. This is the only shot where he's not a blur!
I met up with Violet and little (big) Declan to the neighborhood park for some swing times. Thurston thought it was AMAZING!
He absolutely loves this lamp and the cords that surround it! It's almost as awesome as plastic bags and butter knives! Seriously though, how does one keep your kid away from lamps??!! I do like having lighted areas. I do. Last night he kept scuttling over to it to grab the cords and try and climb on the base. As soon as I'd pull him away and try and interest him in his AMAZING baby toys, he'd scream his head off and find his way back to the lamp.
Des was over for some Thurston time last night and we hardly could get him still long enough to photograph the two of them. This is the only shot where he's not a blur!
I met up with Violet and little (big) Declan to the neighborhood park for some swing times. Thurston thought it was AMAZING!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
To Cry or Not to Cry
First off: To each his/her own. If there's any piece of advice that I can guarantee as tried and true to the new mom/dad, it's the basic fact that each parent must find their own style of parenting that works for them. Well unless that parent's a negligent drug-addict.....but for the most part, there is no one 'perfect method'. Perhaps I'm preaching to the choir....
Anyway, for the most part, the "cry it out" method has worked for us. Now don't get me wrong, I was adamantly opposed to it at first. When we transitioned Thurston to his own crib, I couldn't let him cry for more than three minutes or I was in tears as well. Dave and I had a few heated discussions over what was better for our son: letting him cry, or preventing sleep? Now both of us work full time and we are the sole care providers (no outside childcare) of our son. We therefore had little time (or energy) to spare for even getting Thurston to sleep at night. The stress of the night time routine is overwhelming when it stems from whether or not your child is going to scream his head off every evening. Even our pediatrician assured us it was a good thing to let him cry it out. Now, when I finally relaxed and realized it was actually ok for him to cry, if it meant he slept better, I was able to not dread the approaching evening routine.
At first, he would cry and cry and cry and cry and I thought this would never work. I felt intense guilt and it took every will of mine not to go into his room and pick him up to soothe him. Doing this, I learned, only made the matter worse and prolonged sleep. Go Figure??! Over time, he cried less and less when we put him down to bed. Now, he usually just whimpers for a little bit before drifting off. When he wakes up to nurse in the night, I can usually set him back into his crib with hardly a protest. Our evenings have returned these days. After he goes down (sometime between 8-9), I can work-out, clean, read, write a blog, cook, or just veg out and relax. I have my own time again and it's blissful. He still has a bad night from time to time, but overall, I am comfortable with our routine. It works for us.
Anyway, for the most part, the "cry it out" method has worked for us. Now don't get me wrong, I was adamantly opposed to it at first. When we transitioned Thurston to his own crib, I couldn't let him cry for more than three minutes or I was in tears as well. Dave and I had a few heated discussions over what was better for our son: letting him cry, or preventing sleep? Now both of us work full time and we are the sole care providers (no outside childcare) of our son. We therefore had little time (or energy) to spare for even getting Thurston to sleep at night. The stress of the night time routine is overwhelming when it stems from whether or not your child is going to scream his head off every evening. Even our pediatrician assured us it was a good thing to let him cry it out. Now, when I finally relaxed and realized it was actually ok for him to cry, if it meant he slept better, I was able to not dread the approaching evening routine.
At first, he would cry and cry and cry and cry and I thought this would never work. I felt intense guilt and it took every will of mine not to go into his room and pick him up to soothe him. Doing this, I learned, only made the matter worse and prolonged sleep. Go Figure??! Over time, he cried less and less when we put him down to bed. Now, he usually just whimpers for a little bit before drifting off. When he wakes up to nurse in the night, I can usually set him back into his crib with hardly a protest. Our evenings have returned these days. After he goes down (sometime between 8-9), I can work-out, clean, read, write a blog, cook, or just veg out and relax. I have my own time again and it's blissful. He still has a bad night from time to time, but overall, I am comfortable with our routine. It works for us.
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