A Poop Story...

I thought that this would amuse you Moms - since, in hind site, I find it hysterical.

On the car ride home from Philly yesterday, with about an hour left, I leaned over to look at the little guy and it looked like his testicle was hanging out of his diaper. Well you can only imagine what it really was, so I made Tom pull over at the next rest stop. In the 7 minutes it took us to get there, I had to start cleaning the baby up because there was poop EVERYWHERE!! All over the car seat, his onesie and the overalls he had on. I knew something like this was going to happen too, since he ate every 2 1/2 hours the day before, and I couldn't remember changing a dirty diaper in about 24 hours. Dum-Da-Dum Dum
When we finally got to the rest area, I had Tom hold Thomas up by the arm pits to I could begin the cleaning process.
Now his diaper did not fail. The poop did not just shoot out of the leg hole and not go any where else like is usually does, no my son FILLED the diaper! What I had seen leaking out was merely OVER FLOW!! I have never seen so much poop in my entire life. How can one 13 lb boy produce so much poop!! Needless to say, I cleaned out the diaper bag of almost every wipe and towel I could get my hands on to clean the baby and the car seat. Through all this he is not crying at all. He actually had this look of supreme pride and joy, "look what I did!" on his face. I actually made Tom take a picture because after I was done cleaning him and I had to move him over to begin cleaning what was under him, there he was, completely naked basking in the sun on the tailgate of the Murano. I am so proud!



Well I hope that gave you all a small chuckle.

Still Alive

I'm still kicking - he's sleeping like a champ, but he's also eating like one during the day, and he's eating up all my free time. Whew

I feel like I never have time for anything....

PAIN!!

So much for no arthritis pain. OH MY GOD!! I don't know if it's just because it hasn't hurt in a while, but it hurts so much. I even hurt in new places, like my elbows. The fact that it's been threatening to rain for the past couple of days isn't helping either. I hope I'm hurting this much because it's going to monsoon of something.
Well at least I didn't feel like shit when I woke up this morning. I think I only got 5 1/2 hours total, but I finally feel like I slept. I guess shutting the lights off, finally, is helping me sleep better. Or I'm just getting used to it. I felt like such crap yesterday, and I thought I slept a good amount, I couldn't even get out of bed to change him, I'm so glad I have such a wonderful husband. He even offered to change him at 4 in the morning last night!
I must point out the trend that has continued most of my life. All the places I lived in in college got better right after I moved out of them. This place is becoming no exception. They put those cool sticky stuff on my steps so I don't fall down them anymore, and they are FINALLY putting a speed bump on the turn of death! How many times Fiona and I almost got killed on that bend and they put in a speed bump 5 days before I move out, WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Oh well...
I need to find something to stop the pain...

Moving Day #1

What a day! And I didn't even more anything. I'm, yet again, so happy that my Mom was here. We brought so much stuff, and I thought the crap would be billowing out into the hall way. But thanks so Mom, the room is in nice organized piles, and I can tell what's in every box. Unpacking will be so easy!!
Today was a little overwhelming with all the people. Again, it was a little odd that there was stuff we could be doing and everyone s just hanging out. Which I understand, since Tom's family hasn't seen the baby, plus they don't do thinks like my family does. It'll all get done eventually.
Maybe I can squeeze in a nap, since the boy is passed out from the heat and he action.

Getting Better...

I'm really starting to get the swing of this. Even when he wakes up in the middle of the night, I stay pretty calm and collected getting him changed and feeding him. It's odd, there is no longer any time of day or night that feels really early or really late. Oh the things that have changed in my life. I do, however, feel like I let him cry too much. When he's crying in the morning after I've decided to go back to sleep, I let him cry and I try to sleep through it. I admit that this is hard since he's a foot from my head, but I still try. Does that make me a bad mom?
I can't wait till this move is done. I owe my Mother my life!! Even more than I did before.
I had my first glimpse of what September is going to bring - the schedule of meetings is posted, and I didn't get one - I guess I'm really leaving and I really don't have a "job" anymore. I'm a Mommy....

So Much Crying...

So tired. I feel so bad when he just cries and cries, and I don't know why. He's not hungry, he's not dirty, I'm holding him, so he's not lonely - they why is he screaming? I have so much stuff to do with packing and thank yous and taking care of him, and all I do is take care of him. And that's wonderful and all, but I would still like to do some other stuff. I went from being able to do anything one day, to nothing, the next. It's a big adjustment, I should at least have a transition time.
At least I'm too busy to worry. I just wish all this crap in the house wasn't making me freak out!
Off to feed my little man, then maybe I can squeeze in some sleep - I hope....

Why can't he sleep at night?

What a long night! From 2 to 5 am, everything I tried to put him in his crib he would just cry and cry. I tried the swaddle, the side sleep, the shush nothing was working. Eventually I got him to calm down and sleep when I lied down and put him on my chest. My mom came in around 5:30 and put him in his crib and he finally slept a bit. Then she said that after I finished feeding him, I should bring him into her room so that I could sleep. Thank God for my Mom!! I think I slept till 8, fed him again, then slept till almost 11. Today would have been miserable if Mom wasn't there to allow me to do that. She really has been absolutely amazing throughout all this. But I still feel bad that she's wasting her whole vacation helping me pack and take care of the wee one. I hope she's not just doing this because we're moving, and she thinks she won't see us. I'm going to be making the trip to NY as much as I can. Even more that I can, I'm going to make the trip even when I feel like I can't. I'm going to miss her too much to not make the trip.
So spending the night without Tom wasn't too bad, I think I was too exhausted to even really notice he wasn't around. Unfortunately, since I spend so much time alone with the baby, the fact that it was dark out and I was alone with him, didn't seem too much out of the ordinary. That's going to be the best part of moving, spending more time with Tom. I hate being without him. I'm sure it's going to be even worse in September with I'm not working. Him and the baby will be my whole world, not that they aren't already. But not working is going to be a HUGE adjustment for me, I don't realize it now because it's summer. So, when we move I'm not going to have anyone else, I'm going to need Tom.
I should go take care of my wee one.

2 weeks till the move...

First Outing

I have to get better at picking times to sleep. I slept a little extra this morning, but he only slept a little while. Then he slept for like 5 hours this afternoon, when I was doing things around the house. Why the heck couldn't I pick then to sleep?!?!
I'm sleeping at my parents' house tonight since Tom's down at the house. I'm not quite ready to be only with the little one. I hope this all goes pretty smoothly being here with the dog and the baby and no Tom.
I'm exhausted! We took out first unsupervised trip today, and boy did I need a nap after that! Too bad I haven't done that yet. So many people stopped us and said he was so cute and so well behaved. He makes me so proud!! I just love him so much! I haven't cried in a couple of days, go me! I felt a little overwhelmed during the blackout, but that's the worst I've been in a little bit. Oh well, It's time to rouse the child and feed him.

Stay strong!

Whew!

I can't believe how much my life has changed since the 11th. Before then, I wouldn't get things done because I would distract myself with other, pointless things. Now, I'm lucky if I have the time to put on pants. I sleep when he sleeps, and when I do sleep, it's with my glasses on. I barely have time to eat, and now I actually care what food I put into my mouth, since I know my little guy eats it too, sort of.
I just wish I was stronger with all this. The thought of Tom not being home, even for the night, throws me right into the crapper. At least I haven't been having too much of the "bad" feeling in the last couple of days. Although, the blackout last night was a little rough. I hate those things when I don't have a little one to take care of.
When I was in Target the other day, I couldn't take my eyes off the stroller. I was so afraid that someone was going to take him. I'm so glad my mom was with me, so that I could fully focus on him. I'm going to need a lot of help when I first go food shopping, I definitely can't do that alone.
Well, he's done eating, that's my cue to sleep...