Archive for 2009

I love my husband.

Posted 20 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

Thanks to the hubs being on all night baby duty (in the living room), I got to sleep through the night. TEN WHOLE HOURS. I haven’t slept more than three hours consecutively in weeks. Ten hours…that’s like 3.5 nights worth of interrupted sleep combined.

I felt drugged when I woke up…similar to how I felt on the magnesium after Abby was born. It quickly faded into feeling totally refreshed and like a new mommy.

Now it’s just about 1pm, the hubs is about to be woken up…and Abby is fast asleep. We’re going to attempt an afternoon out today. Pray for us.

Moby WIN.

Posted 18 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, I am awesome, paparazzi
I attempted the Moby a little over a week ago and it was a huge FAIL. Like, huge. I had Abby in the cradle hold, and attempted to do the dishes. She ended up in my armpit and under my arm, curled into a weird position, whimpering the whole time. I realized I probably didn’t have it tied tight enough and didn’t want to attempt it again lest I traumatize her more and make her hate it.
So, today, I tried again, this time with the newborn hug hold and tied as tight as I could. Here’s the result. She slept for about 30 minutes, cried for a diaper change, went back in and has been sleeping since.
Dearest Moby makers, I love you.

I’m choosing to blog over showering.

Posted 18 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, The Hubs

I’m sure I’ll regret that decision this afternoon.

Anyway, Abby is sleeping soundly in her bassinet, and I’m back to being alone during the day. My bestie A was here for FIVE WHOPPING DAYS over the weekend and I miss her terribly already. She was so much help…and so much fun! (A – move here. DO IT.)

Other than having visitors, not much is going on. (Warning, poop talk fast approaching.) Abby’s on a good schedule of pooping every other night, so that’s good, I suppose. She’s eating a lot and getting a little chubby in the cheek area. I also noticed she’s getting some awesome eyelashes, so I think we can add another tick in the “mommy trait” column.

Speaking of mommy…I’m exhausted. I get through the days okay, but it’s getting more and more difficult to be a smiley mommy. I’m not so much depressed, just totally wiped out. The hubs has promised me a couple nights of real sleep this weekend, and I cannot effing wait. I think it’ll make a huge difference. I don’t know if our weeknight routine is working. Maybe this is just what people do in the first few months…daddy sleeps more since he’s working and momma just turns into a zombie that forgets to brush her teeth and lives on Slim Fast shakes because they’re easy. What do/did you do during the first few months to survive?

Luckily, the hubs and I scored on the H1N1 flu mist last week (thanks, Chris!) so, at least I don’t have to worry about getting that. I have a feeling I’ll be getting a cold or something soon with the little amount of sleep under my belt. Fingers crossed I don’t.

And finally, a week from today, Abby will be taking her first trip back home with us. Five hours in a car with a 4 week old baby. Am I insane? Oh well. I can’t WAIT to go home. It’s been a long time.  And TURKEY!

Two weeks.

Posted 11 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, paparazzi, The Hubs

It’s been two weeks since we had Abby – it seems both like yesterday and like we’ve always had her. Things for the most part are going well. I have a call in to the doctor about her newest development – screaming inconsolable crying that lasts for about 60-90 minutes, complete with stiffening, arching body and coughing, and crying to the point of breathlessness. I’m suspecting a slight case of reflux. Or colic. Or “I hate you Mommy” syndrome. At any rate, I spoke to a nurse, and I’m just waiting to see what they have to say.

She’s getting stronger by the day – holding her head up on her own a few times a day (viewed during burps), hanging onto her pacifier (and also ripping it out of her mouth) and I’ve learned that she smiles (sometimes) when both her cheeks are tickled. She is the light of my life, even if she did make me cry last night because I couldn’t calm her crying.

Side note: the hubs was baffled that my overly emotional self was still around (“You’re crying because she’s crying?”) and wondered how much longer I would be in this state. I assured him that this was still normal and I was probably going to cry again at some point. I’m sure his concern is more towards PPD than the fact that I’m a blubbery mess without even trying. I’m definitely not depressed. Just tired. REALLY tired. And hate seeing my baby seem to be in pain.

And also – in case anyone wanted to see…and well, frankly…I’m so effing stoked at wearing my “normal” jeans – I’ve included a belly shot of where I’m at today.

Booya.

Oh, and here’s a picture of Abby. Because how could I not?

So far, so good.

Posted 09 Nov 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, motherhood

Today was the hubs first day back at work. Last night seemed to go okay, I think he slept enough. I actually slept a little more as well – maybe like 3-4 hours total. And Abby, well, she slept too. Not through the night or anything, but we all did okay.

Today, I ventured out of the house BY MYSELF WITH ABBY. And it didn’t blow up in my face. Granted, we were only gone for about an hour, but she barely stirred and pretty much slept the whole time. Remind me to write the following in her baby book:

Baby’s first trip alone with Mommy: To UPS Customer Center in NE Minneapolis. Grandpa left his VERY IMPORTANT laptop at our house yesterday…and instead of hopping in the car for a 10 hour round trip delivery, we drove to UPS and had it packaged and delivered to him. Abby slept. Momma – although unshowered, with ratty hair and still practically in her pajamas – beamed. Momma was very proud.

We have some visitors today, and I might even attempt to give Abby a bath before they arrive.  Or, I’ll do the old sponge bath…and at least change her out of her spit-up covered pajamas she’s been in all morning. (I don’t wanna hear it – this kid hates being changed – diaper or otherwise – more than anything on the planet. You’d swear I told her Santa wasn’t real and that her clean diaper was full of poison oak.)

Speak of the devil – someone needs to be changed. Cue the waterworks.