February 2010 - Baby Steps in High Heels

Sunday, February 28, 2010

What a day ...

4:17 PM 3
What a day ...
Husband is sick. Completely wiped out. Cannot do anything. Dizzy. Fever. Sick

Baby is unusually needy. Must be held at all times when awake. Sometimes even while sleeping. Needy.

I’m …. Tired. Sooooo tired. Blogging must wait for another day. Tired.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Frenzied Friday

2:36 PM 3
Frenzied Friday
You’ve heard of Manic Monday … today has been just like one of those, except that it’s Friday (which I find highly unfair). I’m sure that at some point in the future, Baby and I are going to have some major issues over my making her diaper contents the topic of many blog postings. However, when that’s what consumes your life, ya just gotta go with it …

I really never intended for this to be a blog about poop. Never in my wildest dreams. I promise. But, let’s face it, I have a 3-month-old (as of tomorrow!!), so I really don’t have anything else going on in my life. Poop it is.

So, after Baby’s little Olympic victory last weekend, we switched her over to organic, soy formula. We went from many, many dirty diapers to none at all. Joy of joys. The teachers at daycare called me yesterday to tell me she had been screaming all day, especially when trying to fill her diapers. Awesome. My poor little girl just can’t catch a break. So, I picked Baby up and brought her home for a little TLC from her mama. I had called the doctor, but he wasn’t available. I scheduled an appointment for this morning and asked that the nurse call me back. Seriously, I didn’t have a clue what to do.

The nurse finally called me back after 5:00 and suggested a solution, which we later found out is no longer available. Awesome. Thank God we have a good-natured child. She wasn’t nearly as fussy as she could/should have been overnight. So, I took her to see the doctor this morning. I guess she was so proud of her award-winning abilities in last weekend’s event, she thought she’d try her hand at this weekend’s massive spit-up event. I’ll let you know how it goes, but she’s definitely an early favorite to medal again. Seriously, it took one hour. One hour. From the time we left our house, to get through the appointment, and to drop her off at day care. One hour. We went through 2 bibs, 2 burp cloths, and, as I dropped her off, she was ready for a complete change of clothes. One hour. Geez. Frenzied as I was about trying to clean up after her, she seemed to find this whole mess hysterical. Picture it … Smile, smile, smile ….. SPEW …. BIG GRIN. Smile, smile, smile …. SPEEEW …. BIIIIG GRIN.

The doctor’s diagnosis/prognosis: um. Yeah. Um, I’m still waiting for that too. Her stomach is not distended. She may or may not have needed to change formulas. She may or may not need to change again. She may or may not be okay in a couple of days. If not, maybe I should call him back. Awesome. Really awesome. I’ve been running around like a crazy person all morning for that? Thanks.

However, a few positive aspects have come out of this little experience…

1-For a little girl with an upset belly, Baby was in a really good mood. We had a lot of fun ‘talking’ and playing and smiling. It was really nice to have a few extra hours with her yesterday and this morning.
2-I was feeling a little guilty about wanting to change pediatricians. Ours is a very kind, gentle, sweet man. But, he’s pretty old-fashioned. And, I want/need technology and accessibility in my child’s doctor. This whole experience has solidified my decision to search for a new doctor.
3-We did have a weight check for Baby … she finally hit the 10-pound mark! She may not like that formula. It may not like her. But someone somewhere knows what they’re doing (don’t look at me! I’m totally guessing!). Weight gain is always a good thing in this family (for Baby).

Have a good weekend. Hope your Fridays are much less frenzied than mine has been!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Post-It Note Tuesday

12:39 PM 7
Post-It Note Tuesday
I'm joining in the fun. Thanks Shell and Supahmommy!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Mama's Little Gold Medalist

4:54 PM 3
Mama's Little Gold Medalist
There must be something in the air with this year’s Winter Olympics under way in Vancouver … oh, that’s right, that something in the air is the reeking stench of my child. My beautiful, good-natured, one-dirty-diaper-per-day, formula-fed child has been participating in very intense Olympic training over the last 48 hours. She’s filled 12. Yes. TWELVE. DIRTY. DIAPERS since mid-afternoon on Friday. That might be nothing in the breastfed category, but this is a formula-fed diaper filling event. And in this weekend’s particular competition, Baby has qualified in the semi-finals and is most definitely on track to take the gold in all categories: Color, Odor, Quantity, and Overall Disgustingness. Wish us luck. At this rate, we might squeeze in another 3-4 runs today for an all time personal best score (all applicable puns in this sentence apply).

Friday, February 19, 2010

Anger and Annoyance

9:51 AM 2
Anger and Annoyance
No, this posting has nothing to do with babies or work (or wine). Unless you consider that I work hard to earn a paycheck and would rather spend my money on my baby (or wine) and not on unnecessary ‘re-purchases’ of products that should still work.

Seriously, how is it that several of my family members own refrigerators that are as old or older than me, but the one we purchased 4 years ago is already leaking? Why did I get a letter from the manufacturer of my washing machine 11 months after the purchase date asking if I wanted to buy the extended warranty? Really, I spend hundreds of dollars on your product and you’ll only stand behind it for one year? Guess I’m SOL unless I … what? Oh, yeah … pay you more money. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here. It’s not like I would ask for it to be replaced 10 years later, but shouldn’t I expect it to last for at least a few years? Same goes for an expensive flat iron that I like to use. They tend to last for just about 13 months before shorting out (and I’m really careful not to kink the cord!).

I’m also experiencing the same thing with our dishwasher. Our NEW dishwasher. Our home was built about 15 months ago, so all of the new appliances are NEW. It’s not a bad dishwasher. Really ... it’s relatively quiet. It cleans my dishes fairly well. That is, when it actually starts. It takes all sorts of magic tricks and prayers to get that thing running. And, it’s not like we’re the only ones experiencing this issue. A quick Google search of the manufacturer/model type, and you see that many customers are having the same problems. Seriously?

Now, I’m a proud American on most levels. But, when it comes to consumerism, I’m starting to think we should replace ‘land of the free and home of the brave’ with ‘land of the cheap and poorly made’. I’m new to this blogging world, so I’m not sure how it works with naming specific companies … I don’t want to get into any trouble for, you know, stating the truth. But, if you’re interested, drop me a line and I’ll be happy to share specific product details.

So, here is my new plan: Whenever possible, if a product breaks in what I consider to be an unreasonable timeframe and the manufacturer refuses to stand behind said product, I will no longer make any purchases from that manufacturer. I think everybody should do this. In fact, if anyone has connections to the powers that be (i.e., Queen Oprah), give her a call. This should totally be a topic on her show. You want to talk about a poor economy? Maybe it’s because Americans are constantly having to ‘repurchase’ these kinds of products instead of spending their hard-earned dollars in other ways ... like, on wine. Anger and Annoyance. Of epic proportions

Friday, February 12, 2010

A Valentine's Day Warning

10:18 AM 6
A Valentine's Day Warning
I know some of your husbands, but I don’t know them all. In either case, I have to say that my husband is probably the best one in the world. I mean no disrespect to your significant others, I just happen to think mine is pretty dang awesome. Sure, I’m a little biased, but what can I say? I love the man. He’s kind, generous, funny. He’s my best friend. And, he cleans the house. The entire house. Weekly. Sometimes more often than that. Yes, ladies, I win. I have the best husband ever.

With that said, there is one area of improvement I’d like to suggest to my husband and probably all of yours … regarding the ‘how do I look?’ question. This can occur on a daily basis, but is much more serious around special holidays like Valentine’s Day.

Now, my husband is a scientist, a logical man. And, he tends to respond to almost every question with honesty, which is an admirable way to handle almost every single situation in life … except for the ‘how do I look?’ question. To be fair to Husband, I used to prefer that honest answer. Really, I did. When you move to a town where you don’t know a soul and you don’t have girlfriends to shop with, a wife sometimes needs a truthful response (even from husbands who are morally opposed to Capri pants and knee-high boots. I know, I don’t get it either, but whatever). However, and let me be very clear, that was BEFORE the pregnancy. That was when I easily fit into any size 2 or size 4 pair of jeans and merely needed a pair of 4-inch heels to make myself look just a tad slimmer. And, really, the ‘honest’ answer should have always been the same (even then) … Wow! You look amazing! That might be my favorite look yet.

So, my Valentine’s Day warning to husbands and significant others around the world (especially, especially, if your wife found time to go to a store, try on clothes, and spend money on a new outfit. And also if she’s pulling out a dress that fit her 5 years ago. And also in any other situation.) …

If you love your wife’s outfit and think she looks absolutely amazing, your response is:
Wow! You look amazing! That might be my favorite look yet.

If you only ‘kinda’ like it, your response is:
Wow! You look amazing! That might be my favorite look yet.

And, if you really, absolutely hate it, your response is:
Wow! You look amazing! That might be my favorite look yet.

The only acceptable deviations from the above statement would be to substitute the word amazing for any of the following: phenomenal, fabulous, fantastic, wonderful, marvelous, or extremely skinny. Any combination of these will work as well (e.g., phenomenally amazing). And, just throw in the ‘extremely skinny’ at any time.

Have a great weekend celebrating Valentine’s Day. Feel free to enlighten the men in your lives!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Dear Formula, I concede.

9:12 AM 5
Dear Formula, I concede.
Despite my best efforts, Baby now gets her nutrition strictly from a formula diet. [Side bar: please don’t guilt me. I did everything I could from taking herbal supplements to pumping around the clock. At the end of the day, feeding a baby formula is better than starving her. It was one or the other.] So, I’ve composed this little letter:

Dear Formula,

I concede. You win. There, I said it. As much as I hate to admit it, you can provide nutrition to my child that I was not able to.
You stink to high heaven (going in and coming out), but you nourish my little girl … so I am grateful.

You are ridiculously expensive, but you nourish my little girl … so you’re worth every penny.

You provide Baby with a happy, full belly at every meal … so I am appreciative.

You have provided for Baby’s healthy weight gain … for that, I say thank you.

I wouldn’t yet call myself a fan, but I’m working on it … making peace with you is one of my new New Year’s resolutions (actually, it might be my only resolution). Let’s be honest, though, for all that you do for Baby, you do a few things for me as well.

Because of you, I can drink coffee again. Lots of it. And diet Coke, too. Caffeine makes for a happy (albeit still sleep-deprived) mama.

Because of you, I can drink wine again. Lots of it. Sleep deprivation is much more bearable with a glass of wine in hand.

Because of you, nighttime feedings are only half as long as they used to be. Extra sleep is always welcome.

In conclusion, Dear Formula, I am begrudgingly grateful. I’m still working on the ‘begrudgingly’ part, but I am grateful.


Sunday, February 7, 2010

10 Weeks

1:36 PM 1
10 Weeks
A month ago, I cringed every time somebody would warn me to ‘enjoy these moments, because the pass so quickly’. I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and annoyed! But, today I’m singing a different tune. I’m not sure what has changed in the last couple of weeks, but I am starting to feel like I have at least an ounce or two of control over my life again. Perhaps being back at work and having Baby in daycare forces a routine that allows for some level of sanity. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still exhausted, just not quite as overwhelmed. And, now when I look back, I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed and how much Baby has changed!

How has my little girl gone from this tiny little peanut who barely filled out a preemie-sized onesie ….
To my big, strong, growing baby …

To be fair, she’s still weighs just about 9-pounds, and some newborn-sized clothes are even too big for her at 10-weeks-old. But, she’s a growing girl! She smiles and plays like a pro. I can’t believe that she couldn’t even do that (smile) just mere weeks ago.

So, I owe everyone an apology for rolling my eyes when you would warn me to

Cherish these moments …
Enjoy it while it lasts …
They grow so fast …

It’s all true, and it's only been 10 weeks! Baby is well on her way to the 3-month mark, and I feel like she was just born yesterday. As much as I eagerly await the days when she’ll sleep for longer stretches at night and be able to do just a few things on her own (you know, like hold up her own head), part of me wishes she would just stay my tiny, little baby forever!