Get out the glitter spray

As one of my older and wiser coworkers would say, 'it's time to get out the glitter spray'.

My six-week postpartum check is tomorrow and I'm sure the pap smear too. It's torture anyway, but certainly when the person doing the pap smear is a (male) doctor I have to work around nearly every day. He's a good doctor, so I guess I'll have to get over it. I should know as a nurse that no. one. cares. But it is true that it feels much different when it is me on the examining or operating table.

I'm sorry to be cheesy mccheeserson, but I can't believe my baby is already 6 weeks old and so cute/adorable/nummy etc. People do often think she is a boy...but I think that is partially my fault since I put her in a boy-colors carseat and sort of neutral clothing at times. And the bow clips fall out of her baby fine hair (literally. Ha.).

Hope all of you nearby are enjoying the beautiful weather. Happy St. Patrick's Day.

You should've seen it in color

I have a photo that hangs on my wall...a collage of photos, really. It is Tony and me in 2004, blissfully in love and totally unaware what would happen the next day. I had long blonde hair and a blue shirt, my arms draped around his neck as he sat in a lawn chair on my dad's lawn. It was early May and my brother had just graduated from college.

Tony was on leave from the Marines and in Nebraska for a week. I was working as a seasonal employee at a state rec area. It was the type of unbridled happiness that only a person newly in love and 22 years old can feel.

When I walk by the photo sometimes I am wistful and sometimes impressed that the two of us managed to make it through all that. That I managed it, and that I found a man strong enough to walk with me through all of the pain of parents and babies dying.

And then I realize I am just 30. And I think oh, crap.

Someday I will be strong enough to hang up that black and white professional photo of Allison Christine's tiny little feet cradled in Tony's hand. Someday I will walk by it and not feel that choking feeling up in my throat, like I'm going to cry.

Sometimes I glance at my sweet girl Halle Marie while she is sleeping and am startled because she really does look like her sister. I immediately have to put my palm on her chest to make sure she is alive, real, breathing...

She really is a wonderful baby. All fuzzy hair and little grunts and deep blue eyes. She is already on her own schedule which I am particularly impressed with because Holden still doesn't have any semblance of a schedule and he is almost 4. Proof that it is in fact not my bad parenting but that some children are just more...challenging...than others.

...And poop on the wall

Red wine, a dozen roses, steak and mashed potatoes...and a screaming baby.

Welcome to Valentine's day as a 30 year old.



I know you have probably been waiting for an update so I am happy to introduce
Halle Marie born 2-1-12 6 lbs 12 oz and 19 inches long.

She was an easy baby for approximately the first week. I think she was too tired to fuss. Now, not so much. 5 different formulas later and we aren't much closer to figuring out what her tummy troubles are. I'm thinking silent reflux and we have a doctors appointment tomorrow.

One major benefit of already having had a child is that now I don't doubt myself as much as I did with the first one. If this doctor tells me it will pass or ignores my concerns I will probably fire him.
But he seems reasonable. All we need is a little Zantac or something to try.

The c-section went great overall, the only two problems were me vomiting through the beginning of the surgery because of vagal nerve stimulation and little Halle being in the nursery/NICU for the first 24 hours because of her difficulty breathing (which is pretty common with c-sections).

The little gal looks just like me as a baby...only cuter. But I may be a wee bit biased. She is very very sweet and we are very lucky, although it will be an adjustment for all. Holden is doing very well as a big brother.

Happy belated Valentine's Day. Hope you actually got to eat your steak and drink your 4 oz. of red wine, and most of all that you spent it with the people you love the most.

If you, like many, have been wondering what happened to me, I have to admit I have no good excuse for not writing in my blog...and in the event that I ay actually still have some regular readers, let me update you about what has been going on.

My sweet, beautiful boy is doing very well at daycare or "school" as I have trained him to believe it is. He calls Wednesday nights "church-school" which is also very sweet. In a stellar example of parenting a few weeks ago Tony and I were completely exhausted after work and didn't feel like taking the boy to church on Wednesday night.

He was very upset. Finally, I said, "Holden, would you rather have a dilly bar (in the freezer) or go to church-school?" I tried to bribe him OUT of going to church....
He responded, "Go to church-school."
At that point Tony went out and started the car. Do I have a great kid or what?

Everything is going well with the pregnancy, I am 36 weeks and pretty miserable but things with baby are looking good.
When I walk into the doctors office I don't have to tell them my name because they already know me. I am there twice a week for non-stress testing and amniotic fluid index testing (ultrasound). I try not to think about what it is costing me and think about baby who will be here on or before February 1, 2012.

Life is finally, thankfully settling down to a more normal existence than we've had the last few years and I am thankful for that. A new baby should make things interesting again for awhile. I will try to keep you updated.

Let's hope that at the hospital no overzealous midwives or nurses try to pressure me into breastfeeding, because I won't be.

Update

I finally broke down and bought a package of ridiculously large underwear.

Pregnancy is going fine and 32 weeks already! We also have the c-section scheduled and a name picked...but I'm not telling you either. Something has to be a surprise :)

Looking forward to Christmas and spending a few days with family and friends. I am also turning 30 next week. How to celebrate in the middle of the week before Christmas?

As I was working today all I wanted to do was pick up Holden from school, sit down and watch Aloha, Scooby Doo while playing toys with my sweet boy.

That is my plan for the evening. That and General Tso's chicken with fried rice.

Almost 28 weeks and going strong. Work is really busy...the kind of busy where all I want to do is stumble into the house and sleep at 3:30 p.m. after picking Holden up from daycare.

He wakes up from his daycare nap at about 2:45 p.m.

My only pregnancy craving so far is coconut.