Thursday afternoon the nurse called me to come get Joshie from school for a tummy ache. When I got there I asked her if anything was going around the school and she said that strep is rampant right now. Friday morning he woke up with a sore throat, so I did not stop, did not pass "go", but went straight to the phone to get him into the doctor. Luckily the ped was able to work him in Friday afternoon. He said that actually strep can manifest itself as a tummy ache/headache (which Josh has had both) in kids, but the in-office test came back negative. He said just watch him and call if he gets worse.
While we were there I also had him look at Jonah because he still has the "newborn congestion" and I wanted to make sure that was normal and it was still just newborn congestion. It was. He also put a name to all the sounds Jonah makes all the time when nursing and sleeping---he said it's a "see saw" noise. Basically he sounds just like a cartoon character when he's sleeping, with the little noises he makes inhaling and exhaling. It is very very cute and is just something he is doing at the back of his throat.
Little guy is now up to 12 lbs, 2 oz! They went ahead and weighed him at the visit. I could not believe how much he has packed on since birth--over 3 pounds already. My little chunky monkey. Have I mentioned that he is so incredibly adorable? Just checking.
He also got started on some zantac as a result of me mentioning his occasional arching and high-pitched squeals of pain when he is refluxing. I didn't think it was supposed to take effect for a few days or weeks but honestly I do believe we saw some instant gratification there. I laid him in his pack-n-play next to my bed and watched an entire chick flick on TV while he laid in there wide awake and just sucked his fist and wiggled around happily. Normally he would not be so content to just "be" and would prefer to be held and rocked in the evening hours when he is prone to being more fussy.
Tonight was more of the same happy-go-lucky baby. He sat in his bouncy seat in the kitchen and was entertained by the good looking baby in the mirror while I put away all the groceries and ate some dinner. Then we went upstairs and I entertained him by showing him a bunch of different rattles. He really likes the ones with little beads inside he can see rattling around.
I am so very blessed. Both of my children are the lights of my life and I thank God each and every day for giving me the opportunity to by their mom. I couldn't ask for more.
So I guess my maternity leave is officially over since it's after work hours on Friday night and I am returning Monday morning to work. Today they had a going away lunch for the girl that filled in for me while I was off. How I wish that had been a going away party for me and I was leaving work there forever.
My baby is used to being held LOTS during the day. LOTS. He hates being wet and I change him about hourly or so during most of the day. He will only sleep on his tummy. He has not had a bottle in a month and nurses on demand all day long, whenever and where ever he feels like it. There are just SO MANY things he is used to that are going to change next week. As in, he is going to be cared for by total strangers, in a totally strange environment, a strange bed, eat with a strange bottle, hear strange other babies crying all day, and will have to share his caretakers with other kids. Oh, and they will all smell strange too.
I have been pumping after I nurse him at the 3 or 4AM time frame. It varies what I have been getting because it depends on how much he has just eaten. Last night he barely had a nibble and I pumped 4 1/2 ounces afterward from a single side (I decided to leave the other side alone in case he woke up needing to eat after an hour or something). But the two previous nights he ate more decently and I only pumped 1 ounce each night. I figure I just need to work up to 16 ounces so I can send 4 bottles with 4 ounces in each one to start daycare. I plan on him only needing 3, but I want there to be a 4th just in care I'm running late or he gets hungry early or somebody drops one or something. As of right now I'm up to about 13 or 14 ounces so if I can just squeeze a few more out tonight then I will have met my quota and anything on top of that will just be extra in case I have a low pumping day at work or something. I am hopeful that I will be able to pump the 12 ounces I need to get during work, but if not, then I will be able to make it up with the 3AM pumping session to fill in the gaps.
I am also trying to get everything super organized before I go back. I have been re-organizing our medicine cabinets and my closet shelving and bathroom cabinets. Tonight I got started on cleaning the bathrooms and will probably spend tomorrow and Sunday cleaning and grocery shopping. I have found that I'm able to better prepare Josh for school if I take time the night before to lay out his clothes for him and take care of packing his snack and lunch. That way the morning goes much easier. I think I'll add to that routine packing my own lunch for the following day. Since I will be pumping 3 times a day I will need to bring my lunch instead of taking an hour for lunch plus all those pumping breaks. And it will be both cheaper and healthier as well. Good all around. Except that I will have to be at work at all.
A week has gone by, wow! It was a very long 1st week back at work. While I was out my team moved within our office to a slightly different area so I got a new desk. Three of my team members got shuffled to another team and they were replaced with three brand new employees, meaning they know NOTHING about how to do their jobs and need lots and lots of help during the day. They have a bazillion questions and not only need help doing their basic job function but also the procedural stuff in the system once they do know what to do with the work.
I am going to be co-teaching another set of CE classes in March and April and it will be a 3 hour class, so I've been trying to study and learn those materials in addition to getting back into the groove of my regular job and also helping to answer 101 questions from all of these new people. AND PUMP 3 TIMES during my work day.
In order to help keep my supply up I'm also eating steel-cut oats oatmeal every morning for breakfast, and a vanilla yogurt/fresh strawberry/granola mixture I love. I'm drinking Mother's Milk tea all day long as well. It doesn't taste very good whatsoever, but I've grown accustomed to it and don't even notice how it tastes anymore, I just drink it and go on. My supply is good, although I'm annoyed that "low flow lefty" only makes about half of what my right boob can produce. I'm getting roughly 16-18 ounces during my 3 pumping sessions at work combined together. Jonah is eating 12 ounces (three 4 oz bottles) while I'm at work, so I'm able to have enough to send for the next day at daycare plus put a bit back in the freezer for use later on. It will be nice to have some extra to use in his rice cereal and oatmeal later on once he is eating solids.
I have been doing the 4AM pumping sessions a few nights this week still, but because of him having his shots on Tuesday he was thrown off from irritability and has been nursing in the night more often, so there were also several nights that I did not get to/have to do that 4AM pump. On one hand I want to do it because anything I get at the 4AM session can automatically go into the freezer stash. On the other hand it's nice to get to have those extra few moments of precious sleep where I don't have to pump at that horrible hour.
At work we have 2 janitors that service our office every day. One of them is pregnant and due in March. I don't know her super well but I do have daily contact with her multiple times a day. This week we had a conversation about her baby and she told me she barely has anything for the baby so far at all and I feel horrible for her. She's having a little girl and this is her 2nd baby. I was going to try and organize a baby shower for her and talked to a friend of mine in the office, who just so happened to say she had just organized one and was about to post fliers for it! I'm going to see if I can get a few people to go in with me to make sure she gets a few of the bigger items on her list. Most people will send cute outfits and bottles/paci's so I'm not worried that the baby won't get those types of things, but having a newborn myself I realize just how important some of the other items are to have. And even the luxury stuff is really necessary IMO, like I know you don't have to have a swing, but gosh, I couldn't function without somewhere relaxing for my baby to sit sometimes. Where are you supposed to put your baby down when he/she is not sleeping if you don't have a swing, bouncy, or boppy? Maybe its because we have a dog but I'm just not one to set my baby down on a blanket right on the floor. Anywho, not that we are rich people but I'm going to try and do all I can to help out.
Today is Valentine's Day. I dressed Jonah for v-day yesterday because I knew we wouldn't be leaving the house today and nobody would get to see him, LOL! He wore a onesie my mom bought for him that says "Hunk-a burnin' Love" and the "O" in "Love" is a red heart. Then he had on black and red flame babylegs and some red socks that look like tennis shoes. This is the journal of a proud mama so I figure it's OK for me to say he was the cutest baby in that outfit The babylegs are adorable and I'm going to have to go get some more ASAP because he has the cutest legs in them.
Joshua had a party at school yesterday as well. We had decorated a valentine's box for him to collect all the cards and candy from his classmates and he accidentally left his box at school on Friday!
Today was a good day. I did leave the house briefly to get some lunch and fill up my car with gas at wal-mart. Somebody famous pulled up next to me at the pump in a silver Lamborghini but I didn't know who he was. I only figured he must have been "somebody" because all these people were stopping and rolling down their windows to talk to him and leaving their cars to walk over to him and stuff. The gas station attendant finally came out and told everyone that wasn't buying gas they had to go.
Other than that we just stayed home and did nothing, which was great. I got all the dishes done and all the laundry done and the house mostly picked up. LOTS of baby-holding and baby-kissing time too! I have so missed seeing my baby with his eyes open as it seems he was sleeping every time I saw him all week long. He got a bath tonight and I'm about to head to bed myself after I do a quick dreamfeed.
I'm hoping tomorrow I can do a little cleaning since the basics are handled. On Thursday DH vacuumed the whole house and changed our sheets, which was nice. Now if I could just mop, clean the bathrooms, change the sheets on one bed upstairs, and dust I think we would be all finished! Oh, and I need to go to the grocery store for the week as well. It sounds like a lot but I think I can get it all done plus have lots of holding my baby time.
Well, I'm into my 3rd week of work now and have had enough. I'm ready to be a SAHM. Pleeeeeeze???? Pretty please with sugar on top?
It's not any one thing in particular. It's the various pieces that fit together and I'm just really missing my sweet baby while I'm at work. I'm happy with the daycare but I feel like I am missing out and also slacking off on my mommy duties and snuggle time. I can never get that back. But there is just no way I can quit my job so I'm stuck with it.
Sometimes I harbor some resentment that DH "works" from home and earns not nearly enough money for us to pay our bills. I wish I could just not work and also not have to participate in any household cleaning or cooking, then not help with any homework and sit around and watch TV all night. That must be "the life". Except it must not be "the life" because it is stressful to make no money, evidenced by the fact that he is constantly angry and has a tendency to be loose cannon-ish at the smallest thing.
I'm tired of being told I can't spend any money on lunch (or anything else) because we have less than $100 in the bank to last all week long. Then my paycheck is totally spent before it ever arrives and I feel so lucky when I get to go to the grocery store and spend $200 on food.
And why can't DH keep baby Jonah at home instead of us spending a ridiculous amount of $ that we don't have on daycare? I've asked him and he says he can't do it because he's so busy working. Work = $ in the bank and I'm not seeing it. Vent concluded.
I feel like I can't end this post without saying that DH has been helping a bit more with things than usual. He took DS1 to the dentist last week and will take him again tomorrow. He folded some laundry yesterday without me asking him to do so. And yesterday and today when I needed help with holding the baby while I got ready for work he did that without biting my head off or telling me how busy he is. OK, there, my conscience is clear now. It helps to point out the positive things and not only relay the negatives.
And while I'm clearing my conscience let me also confess the following, just so that the playing field is level. A few weeks ago when DH would not help me with the baby while he was fussy and I had to go to CVS at night and DH had parked his truck so that I could hardly get out of the driveway----I ran over the bushes next to the driveway with my car on purpose because I was mad at the situation. OK, not deliberately, but when I realized I was going to have to either get out and move his truck or mow over the hedges, I chose to mow over the hedges. And now the one on the end is dying. My fault. I will own that.
Today was a great day at work. With my entire team and my boss out of town at the conference I didn't attend, it was just little 'ol me holding down the fort. I un-docked my computer and headed into my boss' office to enjoy it She is short also, so I enjoyed using her foot stools, LOL! The best part was that the other people in the office that normally stampede to my cubicle all the time to ask 1000 questions an hour and need me to fix problems didn't know where I had moved to so they just got to help themselves today and I had the day to accomplish things I needed to do. For instance, I had a report due to my boss by next week and I was able to work on it for four hours straight and got it done today! Can I get a "whoo hooo"??? I left it on her desk so she will have it in the morning. I N-E-V-E-R would have been able to get it done during my normal work day because I can't get 30 seconds to gather my thoughts, let alone write them down. I even got to spend an hour or so going over the material I'm going to be teaching next week. It's a 3 hour course so I've still got a lot of work to do, but you gotta start somewhere. Obviously I'm behind at this point so it was great to have a minute to at least begin.
Next week I'm teaching the class from 9-12 at a local office, but not the one I work from. Then from 1-4:30PM I'm doing a "speed interview" class, where I get interviewed by a bunch of different supervisors (like speed dating) and receive constructive (hopefully) feedback so I can enhance my interviewing skills. That is going to be one heck of a day! Then I don't teach again for about 3 more weeks and I'll do two classes in one week. I like teaching because it's a great change of pace from my normal desk and I have fun doing it.
God is so good. DH told me today that our tax refund is due to be deposited tomorrow into our account. God always pulls us through when we need it. Hopefully this will allow DH enough time to make some actual earned funds and we will be good as gold by the time we need it. I have every faith that we will be fine because He always takes care of us.
Oh, and you know what else? As much as I wish I could be a SAHM, I am glad that if I have to work that Jonah is going to daycare. They really do love him there and I like that they write down his every move all day long so I can feel in touch with what he's been doing. I know exactly when he eats, sleeps, and has his diapers changed and even what was in them! They have all brand new stuff (play mats, swings, bouncers, jumpers) and he is being stimulated with music and toys and LOTS of snuggles during his awake time. I think if DH was watching him that there would be a lot of plopping him in his pnp or his swing and not doing anything with him unless he was screaming. Then it would be all rushed and not enjoyable for either one. So, all in all I'd have to say I am actually glad for where he is going if he has to go to daycare.
Last edited by Joshiesmom; 02-26-2009 at 10:43 PM.
Today was the busiest day in a long time. This morning I taught class from 9-12, then by the time I took up the class evaluations and got my laptop all packed back up it was 12:20PM. From 1-4:30PM I had a speed interviewing class, so that left me with only 40 minutes to eat lunch, haul @$$ to find a place to pump, and high tail it to my interview class.
That meant I had to eat in the cafeteria on campus at work and had to get the BBQ brisket plate for quickness. Ugh, it was all fatty. And I got a small spot of BBQ sauce directly on my left boob and did NOT have a tide pen on me. This was RIGHT before interviewing!
The interview class was very beneficial. They had us interview with 5 people in a row, each one asking different questions and then at the end of each interview session giving feedback on how I did. After all interviews were done then the people interviewing got together without the interviewees present and apparently gave more "confidential" feedback that will go our managers. I am interested to see what they said of course. I can think of a few things I said that maybe weren't perfect and I could improve upon, and they did stump me on one question, which I stumbled around on for a bit but then was able to reel it in. I even asked that interviewer, which just totally coincidentally was an old boss of mine (LOL) about that question and he thought I eventually came around and it was fine.
Finding a place to pump at work was hard. I was working out of a different office than usual and I didn't know I needed to have requested to have my badge activated to open the mother's room, so I got all the way to the mother's room to find that I couldn't get inside it! Then I practically ran over to the medical area and just told them I needed to use an exam room to pump in real quick. I was buzzing back behind the reception area towards the back like I owned the place and luckily they were receptive to letting me do that. So I was able to pump twice today, but not the 3rd time, which meant that I went from 12:30PM - 9PM without nursing or pumping! That was awful. Of freaking course when I got to daycare at 4:45PM they had just given him a bottle at 4PM so he wasn't hungry when we got home. And because he had eaten 4 bottles of 4 ounces, which is actually more than he normally eats when he is just nursing, he wanted to go for a stretch instead of eating promptly at 7PM. I had to wake the poor child up at 9:30PM to make him nurse because my right boob was actually about to explode. After he nursed I still had to pump and got another 4 ounces out from the right side. Whew! I hate it when we get off from each other with regard to the daycare giving him bottles and me pumping. I SO almost called the daycare today to ask that they try not to feed him after about 3:30PM so that he would be ready to nurse when I picked him up, but I just didn't even have a minute break to call them once I realized I was not going to be given an opportunity to pump during my interview class. Dang, usually they give you some kind of break every hour or so but there were no breaks during the whole class.
As a result of talking ALL DAY LONG my voice is hurting and I am really exhausted. I even came home and crashed out, which is something I never do. I woke up around 9:15PM and commenced with the nightly routine of bottle washing, pump stuff washing, and packing snack and lunch for my kindergartener. I'm about to call it a night and see if I can get in some good sleep before getting back to the regular grindstone tomorrow. My boss is out for the next two days and she told me in the parking lot this afternoon where I ran into her that there is a complaint waiting on me to respond to on her behalf tomorrow. That should keep me busy for a few hours and I had already planned to spend a significant amount of time tomorrow sitting with a new person that is struggling to try and help her remove her head from her @$$.
The remainder of this past week at work was a flogging. I don't even need to go into it because it's not important, but just know that I seriously considered not going back to work on Monday as I walked out the door on Friday afternoon.
My house is a disaster zone because *I* have been too tired to do much this week, so obviously nothing got done since I didn't do it myself. I picked up today from 6AM until just now, at 3PM and I have not even gotten to actually CLEAN anything, just been doing laundry, dishes, and picking up stuff. Sigh.
I'm tired and just want to sit on my @$$ while my house gets cleaned and my children get fed and entertained. But that must be the job of the husband, not the wife.
Aaaah. I needed this weekend so bad. It didn't start out too peachy. Saturday morning Jonah and I got up at 6AM as he was crying but wouldn't nurse. The house was a catastrophe and I got really overwhelmed at everything that needed to be done and it takes me 6 times as long as it would otherwise take me if I do it while carrying a baby under one arm. Then my mom called and invited us to come for lunch on Sunday and I told her I was feeling too overwhelmed to answer right then. I cleaned for most of the day and got things looking much better. I knocked out all of the laundry, dishes, bottles, grocery shopping and general picking up of "stuff" that has accumulated around the house this week. Oh, and assembled Sunday dinner in the crock pot so I could just chunk it in the crock this morning and turn it on. That was nice.
Today we did go for lunch at my parent's house and it was really good. Then I spent an hour totally scrubbing all of our potties in the house, and even scrubbed one of the tile floors by hand with a sponge while I was at it. After that I felt much better and spent a few hours just holding my sleeping baby and rocking in our favorite chair while watching some TIVO'd shows. That was very nice. I'm feeling recharged and wishing the weekend would keep going. I'm only just beginning to be able to wind down!!!
Joshua has swim lessons every night this coming week and it's supposed to be in the 40's this week! Thank goodness it's an indoor pool. He just got a cool Spiderman robe so that will be good timing so he has something warm to wrap around him after he gets out of the pool.
Gosh, where did the week go? Josh did super fantastic at his swimming lessons this time, he really has come a long way since last season. It was very cold and rainy most all week so thank goodness his lessons were in an indoor heated pool.
Baby Jonah continues to be the happiest, bubbliest baby on earth. I am the luckiest mom ever to have two such sweet boys.
Spring break is this coming week. My boss and my partner are off all week long, leaving me with 13 people to manage by myself, including 3 brand new people that are needy right now, plus I have to do all the work the 13 people generate for me all by myself. Talk about wearing a lot of hats at once, whew! It is truly going to be a terrible week, but somehow I'll just have to get by. My husband is planning to take Josh out camping for 2 nights at the family farm a few hundred miles away. It makes me nervous for them to be out in the middle of nowhere very far from any people or medical assistance. There ARE wild things out there, ya know? Last year DH heard a mountain lion roaring across the river and he hi-tailed it to the truck and got out of there. So why in the world would he go back there, let alone take our son? I'm just really nervous about the whole thing and wish they'd stay up at the house instead of in a tent exposed to the elements and the animals. Besides, the house is only 1 step up from a tent anyway, so it'd still be like camping!