Baby's 2 month well-baby visit

Hi guys! I just wanted to drop a quick one to let you know how Miss A. is doing and how she did at her two month check-up. I went in a bit sad because I knew she would have to get shots and it would make her cry. Let’s face it. No mom wants their kid in tears. So, we went in and met with my favorite nurse and got A.’s height and weight. She is now 11 pounds even and is 23.5 inches long. That’s great considering she was 7 pounds, 4 ounces at birth. I answered all of her milestone questions and was pleased to see she is pretty on target with everything. I did have one concern and that’s the baby eczema she seems to have. Bless God it is nowhere near where her sister’s was and she seems okay with it. The pediatrician came in and looked it over and gave us a cream to put on it. Since she knows how much interaction was had with my elder daughter, she trusts that I will use it as needed, but will also continue to use shea butter and coconut oil as well.

Our nurse re-entered with an oral vaccine, which A. took readily especially after getting some milk to wash it down. However, the others… (3 shots that combined inoculated against DTaP, Hib, Polio, Hep B, and Rotavirus) were administer via shot. A. was heartbroken and the look of hurt on her face that I’d allowed it to happen broke my heart. She even stopped and thought about it for a while and then got the saddest pout and cried some more as I comforted her. Poor baby. The good thing is she was over it pretty quickly and slept most of the evening away just getting herself together. That meant no Joy Night for her because we didn’t want her out and about if she was cranky. We’ll take pictures and post later.

So, that’s that. Have a great day and we will be posting again soon.


Weekend Recap: The Pumpkin Patch with the girls.

Someone enjoyed their pumpkin patch adventure
It’s no secret that I am a HUGE fan of Fall. I love fall foliage and the beautiful colors. I love crisp sweater weather and kettle corn. I love tractor rides and I love pumpkin patches. It’s my jam. It’s been an annual tradition to go since my son was about 2 and could really enjoy running around and seeing all the new sights and sounds. I have been looking forward to being able to take the family out for a day of fun Fall activities, and letting the baby see a bit of different scenery. Alas, this weather has been so uncooperative. High heat. Lots of humidity. It didn’t seem to be playing out for us and then….This weekend. The weatherman hinted to a great Saturday with true Fall temps and fun activities. It’s also the last weekend we could really go, so…off to the Patch we went! We even took a special guest…our cousin and fantastic sitter R. (who BTW is the most fashion forward young adult I’ve seen in quite some time). Anywho, let me give you the recap!

Baby update: 2 months old

Wow! It’s hard to believe that we are already in month two, but it’s true. Our little bean turned 2 months on Wednesday and started it off with a big grin. I love those! It’s easy to see that she can now differentiate familiar voices. She puts big grins out for Mommy, Daddy, Big Sister, and Big Brother. She seems to find her big sister especially entertaining and will follow her with her eyes and head until she becomes annoyed with her sister’s attention. With her big brother, she just gazes into his eyes and listens. He stares back and they seem to communicate without saying a word. He’s such a great big brother. She’s starting to chortle and give responses to some of our ‘conversations’ and I am loving the interaction.

She’s still sucking on her fingers on occasion and it usually triggers the countdown before ‘feed me’ begins. She recently discovered the pretty colored lights on her activity center and she lays on the blanket looking at it for a few minutes before becoming bored. Bless God, she’s started to sleep through the night! On Wednesday night, she went down about 10PM and slept until 5, when I woke her to change her and fed her still semi sleep. She then went back to sleep and slept until 8. Last night, she went down at 9:30PM and slept until 7, though she started rooting at 6. She crushed three ounces and then went back to sleep for about twenty minutes and was then up and ready to see the world.

 She’s still nursing, but is often still hungry afterwards. That means formula. So, I nurse her when she wakes in the morning, then follow up with formula. She gets about 12-16 ounces of formula while I am at work, then I nurse her after I get home from work. I follow that up with another couple of ounces and then she gets a final nurse/bottle session before bed.

 I have noticed her skin is developing patches similar to her sister’s and will be speaking to the doctor next week about it possibly being eczema. She isn’t annoyed by it, but I want to have it checked for sure. She’s about to get her first shots (ouch) and experience her first Hallelujah Night (if we go). So excited for all that she is and is becoming. We’ll be sure to update you in the meantime!


Weekend Recap: Let’s #ENDALZ

Hello everyone! This weekend was one of the most important and meaningful events in my family’s calendar. This weekend, we participated in the annual Walk to End Alzheimer’s. This walk raises awareness and funds for Alzheimer’s research and has the ultimate goal of one day discovering a cure for the disease. For those of you who have been following for a while, you know that Alzheimer’s runs pretty heavily on the maternal side of my family and strikes our females ferociously. I’ve seen it take my great-grandmother, great-great grandmother, a host of great-aunts, and cousins. It’s so prevalent that I find myself a bit nervous when I can’t remember things. I’ve been leaning toward genetic testing to see if this disease may be in my future, but for now I’m moving forward to see if we can’t find a cure.

Yesterday morning, we woke up, donned our purple, and made our way over to the city pavilion to prepare for the walk.  I was nervous about getting there on time as our little lady waited until we were just about out the door to decide she wanted to nurse.  No amount of formula would sway here.  Fifteen minutes later, we were out the door and about forty minutes later made our way to the Pavilion.

There's An App for That..

Wow, things have been pretty busy around here.  We’re adjusting to a new normal that includes scheduling, feedings, one-on-one time with the kiddos, and life.  There have been some successes and some misses as well (like my almost forgetting to purchase the chorus shirt for little S.’s chorus uniform and my forgetting to schedule my postpartum visit), but we keep pushing through and we make it work.  One of the things that has been a great help is the inclusion of apps in our lives.  Let me start with the ones for our middle schooler.

Midday Musings

"...Looking back now I think God saw that if I went too long without love that it would become increasingly difficult for me to submit to the authority of a husband after being set in my own ways."
-Tiff Hornton

I read this in a post this morning of a young woman in the public eye who is receiving backlash for re-marrying a couple of years after her husband died in a car accident. People were calling into question her love for her first husband and her need to move on. The entire post can be found here. I love the post she wrote, but the line that spoke to me the most was the one that I placed above. I was a single mom for several years. I also grew up in a household where fiercely independent and self-sufficient Godly women were my normal. They did it on their own without husbands in the household. They never threw shade to men, never disrespected the idea of marriage or of men, but they did it by themselves.

When I became pregnant and initially did it solo, I developed a “us against the World” mentality. It was my son and I against everything and everyone else. It became my norm. Everything was he and I. My rising. My fall. My thought process. My motivation. My reason for breathing became him and him alone. He kept me going. Literally. When I didn’t want to get up or move, he was the one who kept me up and running. Eventually it became an evident truth that I didn’t care if I ever got married. I was fine in the time and space that I was in. Yes, I was lonely at times, very lonely at times, but I was focused on raising my son and I couldn’t see any man understanding or making space in that. I mean every move I made was calculated to ensure that he had amazing experiences and an amazing life. It was easy to become stuck in my role of independence. I knew I could do it solo. My mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all lived without the influence of a husband and raised their children. I felt sure I could too.

The return to work

You know it would be more than awesome if the mothers in the United States of America had the same maternity leave rights as mothers in other developed countries.  Canada and countries within Europe have up to 12 months to bond with their baby and it's fully paid.  I wouldn't even need 12 months.  But man, I would have loved to have had three months just to spend time and bond with baby girl.

Last week was my first week back at work. I walked in to clients' excited over my return and a mountain of catch up.  I immediately missed the baby, but I dived back into the tasks at hand and it definitely helped the time pass quickly.

Our sitter, who also happens to be a highly qualified and loving cousin, kept me smiling by sending pictures of the girls while I was away.  Before you know it, by week's end, I'd amassed quite an impressive to-do list.  Sigh, work sucks.

In pumping news, I have managed to get up to four ounces.  Yep, four whole ounces.  It's frustrating to say the least.  The good thing is I've been able to nurse the baby for several minutes and then I follow up with formula.  I nurse several times a day.  It just never seems to be enough to boost my supply.

I'm actually afraid of a repeat of what happened the last time I was pregnant.  My supply dried up.  It just decided that it didn't want to play any more.  It didn't matter how much I pumped or how much water I drank.  The supply went away. I think this time is going to be the same.

The great thing is I'm only fifteen minutes up the road and away from the baby.  The bad thing is I'm fifteen minutes up the road and away from the baby.  Man, this sucks.