“Well, he IS 60% mine and 40% yours.”
“Excuse me? How do you figure?”
“That’s just the way it works.”
“He grew INSIDE my body!”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m the one who made him a boy. My seed. 60%, right here.”
This guy turned 1/3 of a year old this week! Where has 4 months gone? I feel like he’s practically in college already!
We’re trying to work on tummy time. He can hold his head up really good, but put this boy on his tummy and in about 30 seconds he freaks out. Will he just miraculously like it one day? I am doing him a serious disservice if we don’t do the 90 minutes of daily tummy time? Either way, we try to get it in when we can. And now that he’s getting (a little) thicker around the middle we’ve been doing a few minutes of bumbo chair time here and there.
Teething is definitely in full swing. If you pull down his lip, theres a huge white bump under his gums. He’s been loving the mesh feeder full of strawberries, pacifiers straight out of the freezer, and his hands (still).
He started sleeping in his crib the other night (more on that later), and I’m surprisingly not as upset as I thought I’d be. I don’t know if it’s all the extra leg room or the expensive memory foam mattress we bought, but he seems to love his crib and sleeps like champ in there. We’re averaging about 5 solid hours of uninterrupted sleep (for him, not me) every night.
Our nightly routine (yes, I said it ROUTINE! Hallelujiah!) goes something like this:
7-8pm: Bottle, jammies, night time diaper (i.e., extra absorbent…did I ever mention he hates a wet diaper? wakes him up EVERY. TIME.!)
8:30pm: In bed, awake. He’s usually passed out by 9pm.
12pm: Bottle, straight back to bed
4am: Bottle, sometimes a diaper change (usually before the bottle. I learned this the hard way), and straight back to bed (sometimes in our bed)
He’s typically awake by 7am, although he did let me sleep in until 9am the other day. I woke up and looked at my phone and literally just stared at it for a few seconds because I was so confused. And then I kissed Coop and thanked him profusely for the much needed sleep.
I’m trying to work on getting us out of the house more, even though it gives Corey serious chest pains, but it just feels like so much work! Between the feeding, the pumping, the mixing, the sanitizing, the changing, and the packing, I don’t see how anyone has time. It seriously takes me ALL day to get ready for a quick run to Target, which has only happened a handful of times so far and never by myself. He’s always been really well behaved any time we left the house and doesn’t mind the car too much, expect for red lights, and stop signs, and if I’m behind anyone driving less than 25mph, but I’m still reluctant for the sole reason of all the planning involved. I’m hoping this gets easier!
Until then, we are more than content lounging around on the couch, watching movies, and passing the giggliest, happiest, sometimes sleepiest, baby back and forth between us.
Life is good.
When I was pregnant, I gained about 60 pounds and I didn’t even it make it through the last 5 weeks when I hear you really pack it on. I’d like to say it was all due to the fact that I was on modified bed rest and couldn’t do much more than walk around the house or to and from my desk at work (and of course the bathroom, over and over and over and…well, you get the point).
But I have to come clean.
I polished off my (more than) fair share of ice cream and bags of salt and vinegar chips. Whatever. It’s really freaking hard to lay in bed and watch TV with out snacking away. If you can do it, you deserve a hug or something because that is a power I’ve yet to attain. I ate healthy during the day, but after dinner my sweet tooth came knocking. I tried not to worry about how much weight I was gaining because my belly was measuring right on target, even a little small at one point, and neither of my prenatal doctors were concerned about it. The baby and I were both healthy and that’s what mattered. But, truth be told I was in the bathroom 3 times a day lubing up my entire body with layer after layer of cocoa butter. I must have went through 10 big bottles in 8 months. I was terrified of getting stretch marks, and I did get a few in places where no one will ever see them, but obviously not scared enough to turn down a second slice of pie.
The three weeks that Cooper was in the NICU, we had Dunkin’ Donuts for breakfast and fast food or takeout for dinner. After spending the last 10-12 hours at the hospital the last thing I wanted to do was cook. So that didn’t help one bit. I even had a few people ask me when the baby was due and had a girl tell a crowd of people waiting for the elevator to “let the pregnant girl go first” because I was rocking the I-just-had-a-baby-and-still-look-six-months-pregnant belly out in public and not hiding it at home like everyone else. I always assumed the weight would just “melt off” because I’m “naturally thin” and was listening to everyone tell me to “enjoy it”.
And I did enjoy it. I absolutely loved being pregnant. If it wasn’t for the whole high-risk, bed rest, thing I would do it again 10 times (somewhere Corey is currently having a heart attack adding up college tuition and new car costs). Fast forward almost 4 months (as of next week) and I’m still a whopping 28 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight.
A good 10 pounds is currently located in my bra, and good lord they show no sign of going anywhere anytime soon even though I wish they would hit the damn road already. I had no idea these lady bags would hang around for so long and realize they’ll probably be here until I’m done pumping. And that’s another thing! I thought breastfeeding was supposed to be the magic answer? Lies I tell you! LIES!
I’ve been sweating it out on the treadmill and cursing at my TV while Jillian Michaels makes me feel like I’m going to die for the past three weeks now that we’re on more of a predicable nap schedule. A schedule that is crumbling to pieces now thanks to a pesky new tooth. Teething at 4 months? Say it isn’t so! Anyways, I’ve been working my ass off (literally) to loose a measly 5 pounds while Corey cuts out carbs for two weeks and is back prancing around in his skinny jeans (skinny meaning size, not cut. That’s just not cute) and admiring his flat stomach in the mirror. I’m not jealous or anything it’s just…that’s a lie. I am jealous.
I want to be one of the girls in my newsfeed that are back to their original weight before the baby’s 2 month shots or the one that gained the ideal 35 pounds, but I’m not. And it’s going to be a lot of hard work, but THAT’S OKAY! My body created another person. That’s 10 fingers and 10 toes INSIDE MY BELLY! We, myself included, put a ridiculous amount of pressure on ourselves to loose the weight as quickly as possible and if we’re not one of the lucky few blessed with the super power to push out a baby and be back in a bikini 2 months later, we feel like we’ve failed in some way. It’s real and I feel you. It sucks!
We’ve been eating super healthy around here and inside, I feel great. The outside is taking a little bit more time. I’m learning to love my new “mom hips” and the little bit of pudge that is the last reminder of Cooper’s first home, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep exercising or eating healthy. It just means I’m trying to applaud my body for doing such an amazing feat and give it time to do it’s thing. I’m providing every ounce of nourishment and 24 hour care for a teeny tiny person and I think that’s pretty awesome.
If you know a new mom, go tell her she’s beautiful. Right now! What are you waiting for? She probably won’t believe you, but it’s something she needs to hear. Even if she’s covered in spit up, hasn’t showered in three days, and has bags under her eyes. She is beautiful. Even if all she’s had to eat in the last 24 hours is coffee and a stale donut. She is beautiful. Even if she’s still wearing her maternity pants and the baby has already outgrown 2 sizes of clothes. BEAUTIFUL, dammit!
So while the pressure is real, and I’m right there with you, at the same time we need to tell that pressure to go kick rocks. It will happen and we have to let it.
At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself anyways.
We survived our first solo doctor visit, which included 2 shots, and lots of snuggling later in the day. This little chunker now weighs an even 10lbs and 23.25 inches long. That’s almost two feet tall! It sounds so crazy to think of it that way.
We’re finally in a nice consistent groove throughout the day, but it might be due to the fact that we don’t really go many places. Between the feeding, the pumping, the mixing, the sterilizing, and the changing, I don’t see how anyone has the time! I don’t want us to be confined to the house all day so I’m hoping this part gets a little easier.
I purposely made our appointment for 2pm so I’d have the entire morning to get us ready. When the doctor walked in the room, Cooper just finished a bottle and was passed out in my arms. She took one look at us an smiled, “Isn’t that nice? You rush around all day and you come here and you are FORCED to just sit still.” And I couldn’t agree more! There’s nothing I enjoy more than having a sleeping baby on my chest, which is probably a good thing because he wakes up just about every time I try and move him. When will I learn?
He recently discovered his hands, and I think the joys of teething may have started already. He is drooling like crazy and is fascinated with his hands. He spends a good portion of his day with his hands in his mouth or trying to get them there.He spends the rest of the day smiling. I think it’s safe to say (I’m knocking on wood justttttt in case) we have the happiest baby around. It’s very rare that he has a complete fit or even cries for more than a few seconds. If he’s unhappy it’s usually a wet diaper (does any else’s kid absolutely hate being wet. I mean, I don’t think I’d like it either but he REALLY doesn’t like it), but he’s usually pretty easily soothed.
Basically, we’re pretty fond of him.
I think we’ll keep him.
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