Archive for the ‘baby business’ Category

Serious mommy/bloggy FAIL.

Posted 02 Jun 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, blog bidnass, I am a moron, six dresses + six months

Yep. Abby’s turned 7 months old, had her first pool party and met a bunch of family over the weekend. I also have my dresses for April and May. Have I posted anything about any of it? No. However, I promise to do so soon. I’m hoping tonight. So, hang tight, internets.

Barfless Tuesday/Lawsuit Wednesday

Posted 05 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, house stuffs, motherhood

You know, kind of like “Wordless Wednesday” but not really.

Yes, Abby made it through Tuesday sans the technicolor yawn. (high-five.) We’re slowly working on getting her better. She’s on 100% formula, but still only having about five ounces a sitting instead of seven. If she stays vom-free today, I may offer her some rice cereal tonight. We need to get back on track with the solids!

Monday I spent four hours cleaning my house from top to bottom, nearly using an entire package of Clorox Disinfecting Wipes in the process. Do you know how great those things are? Especially when you have baby vomit in the cracks of your hardwood floor.

Also on Monday, I took Abbers to the doc for the second time about her horrendous diaper rash. It’s only been getting worse despite countless applications of an antifungal/hydrocortisone cocktail and Triple Paste. We had to see a doctor different than Abby’s normal doc since she isn’t in on Monday. She said that the antifungal should take care of it. And to “air it out.” YOU air it out, Ms. Doctor Lady. Do you not realize that we’ve been swimming in a sea of barf and poop for the past week? I do not care to add urine to the list of fluids in between floor slats, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.

So, I attempted to buy cloth diapers and let her wear those for a while. But those are a lot of work. It dawned on me that maybe Abby’s diapers with this new dry max stuff might be causing the irritation (the only new thing we’ve added to her diaper routine), so I bought a package of Seventh Generation diapers and OHMYGOD I love them. It’s like they took a mold of Abby’s bum and made a diaper just for her. I started using them Monday night – no leaks, awesome absorbency.

Today I find out that there’s a lot of hoopla going on about her old diapers. We used to use Pampers Swaddlers (now with DRY MAX!), they fit her well, she rarely had leaks and I loved how soft they were. If you’re interested in knowing what’s going on (or maybe isn’t…who knows until there’s further investigation) read this article. Or visit the Facebook group. Or just search “Pampers” in Google News for more info.

Needless to say, until this is settled, we’re a Seventh Generation household. Added bonus: they don’t have effing Elmo on their diapers. I don’t care for Elmo. Not one bit.

Vom-a-palooza 2010

Posted 02 May 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood, not so much, The Hubs

Oh. HAI INTERNETS. It’s me, Jenna. Remember me? The last time you heard from me was Wednesday, a mere 2 hours before all hell broke loose in what I now refer to as VOM-A-PALOOZA 2010! Yeah, I totally just tried to use the blink code. Just in case your brower doesn’t support it and you can’t see it.

Anywho, I made and ate a delish dinner of chicken picatta. Then my innards rumbled. I assumed gallbladder. I was sick all night. And then I barfed. And I felt better. And then I was still sick.

The next morning, the hubs called his folks, as they were going to have to watch her since I was sick and going to have to stay home. Their response? Oh, they’re barfing too. Good god, it’s going around. So, me and both of his parents are barfing. The hubs is going to have to stay home to watch Abbers. He gives her the first bottle of the day, and then promptly gets thrown up on as soon as it’s down. She’s got it too.

(At this point we think maybe the food poisoning we assumed in Vegas was really this bug. But who the hell knows. I’m not a doctor, I only play one in the bedroom.)

(Sorry family members who read that.)

Anyway, I spend the day on the couch moaning and groaning. We call the nurse line to figure out what to do with Abby since she can’t keep anything down. I start imagining our impending trip to the ER when she’s dehydrated, me pale and shitting all over everything and her projectile vomiting, with the hubs in the middle in a raincoat pleading to God for it to stop. Luckily I didn’t get it that bad. Neither did she. But she couldn’t keep much down.

She barfed a total of 5 times. Once on me. FOUR TIMES on the hubs. Twice because I messed up on what to give her (one too warm, one too much).

Not only does she have a shitty stomach, but is teething and has THE WORST DIAPER RASH EVER! (I thought about making that blink too but I’m a HTML coder and I know better than to use that crap code twice in one post.) And then, Tylenol recall! You know, that stuff I’ve been giving her for the past 2 months? RECALLED! (Oh yeah, McNeill and Johnson & Johnson? MIDDLE FINGER.)

Regardless, all of this meant our trip to my parents house for the weekend was not happening. I cried. My mom cried. I haven’t been home since before Christmas, all because of some shitty virus (insert rimshot here), I have to wait another week.

Blah blah blah. Anyway, it’s been over 24 hours since Abbers has spewed. We’re still working on getting her back to her normal ounces per feeding, and don’t even ask me when I’ll have the balls to try cereal again. Tomorrow I’m taking her to the doc to have her diaper rash looked at since it’s really bad, and not getting better with over the counter whatnots. I’m also taking her to the in-laws for a few hours tomorrow so I can deep clean this cesspool of bacteria.


So, how was your weekend?


Posted 02 Apr 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, motherhood

Abby has turned the corner. Literally. She can scoot.

Okay – let me pause for a moment. Is that how it’s spelled? I mean, I know it’s barely a word, but I’ve been staring at it and saying it in my head for the last 20 minutes and now I can’t even tell if I make any sense anymore. Scoot? Skoot? Skooch? Scootch? Scooch? WHATEVER.

Point being, my little lady lays on her back and somehow manages to work herself across the blanket on the floor. And is also trying to commit baby-cide by pushing herself over the edge of her changing table.

She’s moving, people. It’s the beginning of the end. I sat and looked around our living room last night and realized what a fricken danger zone we live in. Wires everywhere, outlets, crap that can be pulled over, big TV to fall on her head yadda yadda yadda. We’re doomed.

I’ll try to get video soon. It’s frighteningly cute.

5 months.

Posted 27 Mar 2010 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category Abigail, baby business, paparazzi

Doode. Abby. You’re FIVE MONTHS OLD TODAY. You eat rice cereal. You’re teething. You’re almost sitting up on your own. In fact, you might be able to already but I’m too busy waiting for you to tip over with my hands at the ready at all times.

Grandma and Grandpa Bee were visiting this weekend, and we celebrated your birthday month-day…thing…by making steak and watching The Hangover. Okay, so not entirely baby friendly activities, but we’d already watched Yo Gabba Gabba earlier in the evening and you got a bath, so…it all evens out.

I just can’t believe how big you’re getting. I am cherishing every minute of every day we spend together because I seriously feel like I’m going to wake up some morning and you’re going to be standing in your crib yelling “MA! GET ME A BOTTLE ALREADY! CHRIST ON A CRACKER!” and then I’ll be all “WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PAST YEAR. And say the magic word. ”

I love you baby sweets.