April 23, 2015

What I've Learned in 7 Weeks...

It's okay if the bed never gets made. I could probably count on one hand how many times I've made the bed in the last seven weeks..4? 5?

A cleaning schedule is the only way anything is going to get clean around here. I have it written on my phone right now, maybe one day I'll get fancy, print it out, and tack it to the fridge. In the meantime I check my phone every day to see what needs to get done. It has really helped!


And sometimes the TV has to come on in order for said room/bathroom/laundry to be cleaned. If that doesn't happen, then I'll clean after one is put to bed and the other is content hanging out in the rock and play.


Cooking dinner alone with two kids is pretty much impossible. One will always need something. On Tuesday I made dinner at 2:00 when my husband was still home. Best decision ever.


A meal prepared by a friend is gold.

I will never get done everything that I want to in one day.

It gets easier! Yes. It's true. And what they say about your heart growing to love your second as much as your first...it happens.




Family is the best babysitter. 

Sleep is more important to me than anything else, so even though I'd love to stay up and watch TV, once the baby is down for the night, so am I. 

Nursing makes me hot. All the time. Sometimes I take two showers in one day, which, let's face it, doesn't happen every often. 


iPhones are a wonderful invention. So is dry shampoo.  


A clean kitchen feels like an accomplishment, as well as wearing make up, and wearing clothes other than pajamas.

It is really hard to make phone calls. I rarely have a hand free and someone always needs something!

Mom friends are a gift. The very best gift.

Life with two is crazier, busier, but also fuller. I can't imagine not having our little boy now that he's in our life. Dare I say I love it? :) Sure we're extra tired, sometimes crankier (all four of us), but we're also SO happy.  

Eventually I'll post a one month update- probably when he's already two months old, and our newborn photos! I did share a sneak peek on IG (stillluckyblog) a few weeks back, and I share photos almost daily of our days. IG is definitely easier to keep up with than the blog. 

April 16, 2015

Thoughts of a Sleep Deprived Mom

Sleep deprivation: a cruel form of torture administered by a small, tiny human. I wish, I really wish, I was one of those people who didn't NEED eight hours of sleep. I wish I could function on five, six, or even seven hours of sleep. I'm so not one of those people. I've always needed a solid eight hours- pulling an all nighter didn't happen until Miss A was born. Never did it in college, never in high school. I need sleep.

As we all know, the beginnings of life with a newborn is all about feedings and diaper changes. At six weeks old, we've had one four hour stretch of sleep (yay!), where I proceeded to wake up constantly thinking he was going to wake at any moment to nurse. Oh, body, how you torture me too.


Despite being so tired, this is nothing, I repeat, nothing compared to what I went through with Miss A. Girlfriend slept the ENTIRE day and was up the ENTIRE night. For months, despite all our efforts to flip her from day to night. You name it, we did it, and nothing worked. So she was up all night and I was a wreck. So. This seriously isn't that bad. I can handle this! Even still, it's amazing what sleep deprivation can do to you and I've started keeping track of the hilarious things that have crossed through my mind.

What day is it?
How is it already 11:00am? How is it only 9:00am?
Did I lock the front door?
Where did I put _________? (keys, wallet, my coffee, the baby's car seat, my phone
When did I last do laundry? 
I need chocolate, NOW.
I need more coffee.
Is it too early for wine?
We're out of wine. 
We're out of coffee.
After going to Target for just three items...I forgot the dishwasher detergent. Face palm.  
While peeling an orange... Where did the other half of the orange go? Oh, I ate it already.
While in the middle of an task... What was I just doing? 
Why am I in the pantry? 
Why is the fridge open? 
I didn't put detergent in the laundry...I didn't dry the laundry. 
What side did I feed him with last? (A hundred times a day I wonder this)
I'm SO hungry.

and a million other crazy things. 



And you know what else I've wondered...how did moms do it before iPhones? With my phone I'm able to "write" down things that I know I'll forget a second later all by talking to Siri. To get an actual piece of paper and pen? Ha. I'd forget where I put it or get distracted and never write anything down. Also, the ability to stay connected- to Facebook, to friends through text messages (forget actual phone calls right now), is amazing. We are so lucky to live in the age that we do. 

April 13, 2015

A Thank You to Mom

Last week was tough. My husband worked the entire week, including the weekend. He wasn't home most nights until after the kiddos were in bed. Dinner and bedtime alone kind of feels like running a marathon! He won't have a day off for another four days, but will be home every night for dinner. I'm pretty exhausted- I thought it was hard before with just one; now with double the work, it's a miracle I have any energy left to shower at night!

All this week I kept thinking about my own mom. She stayed home with my brother and I for almost ten years. Being a mom can be a thankless job. Is my two year old going to thank me for cutting the ends of her sandwich? Actually, she might thank me for that, ha! She is very polite when it comes to table manners, we scored on that one. But what about for keeping the house clean, making sure she has clean clothes to wear, searching for new toys and activities? All the little things she doesn't notice. Or even the bigger picture, staying home to be with her and her brother day in and day out.


I know it's only the beginning, I'm tired and cranky because I'm up several times in the night, I don't have a husband to turn to, let alone family. It's a season of life and it will pass quickly. This is what I tell myself when I just want a moment of silence and a chance to close my eyes. They will only be little once. I'll only feel this way for a short period of time. 


I've asked my mom lots of questions about when she stayed home- did you like it, did you miss working, were you ever bored. The answer is yes, yes, yes. But did she regret it? No. I have a newfound appreciation for what she did, for what every stay at home mom is doing. Hopefully one day when our kids are grown, married, with babies of their own they will pick up the phone and thank us for being there every single day. For giving it our all and doing the best we could. 

April 8, 2015

To Remember

The first few weeks of having a newborn are a blur. You're tired, exhausted, sore, achy, trying to survive from one day to the next. You want to remember every moment, which is hard to do when you're sleep deprived. Throughout this last month (yes, a month since J was born!), I've jotted down little things I want to remember, on my phone, on a notepad, in my journal. Sometimes we're still hit with the reality of having two- two kids. It was all we ever dreamed of, a boy and a girl (don't even ask me about a third yet) and we are honestly loving every second.


Before you shake your head at me and laugh, let me explain- we've had our families here for a month, so yes, we're definitely not in the thick of it yet. I haven't taken them out on my own. There's been someone to tend to Miss A at night if she wakes up. I've been binge watching Parenthood upstairs in my room for feeding sessions (thanks to my inlaws). It's kind of been like a mini vacation- no cooking, cleaning...so no, I have no idea what I'm talking about, ha! Ask me next week how it is having two kids and I may answer differently. ;)


Even still, this month with all its changes and challenges, has been an eye opener for me. Newborns change so, so fast. Toddlers change so, so fast. Since Miss A has been with her grandparents way more than she has been with us, I see what has she picked up from them, new sayings, new words, new mannerisms. It's really funny. She has absolutely LOVED having them here, as have I. 


So far today, on this cloudy rainy day, we've survived the night, morning, and lunchtime craziness. J is asleep in the Mamaroo, Miss A is sitting next to me watching a movie (my no nap queen, mama needs downtime somehow), and I'm going through all my notes to put them together. Let's face it- the second child will NOT get the same attention as the first, and that makes me sad, because I do want to remember and record everything like I did with her.


These are a few of my notes...

J is a better sleeper and eater. He makes little sounds like a dinosaur whenever you move him. He was seven pounds at his one month appointment. Miss A likes to sing to him when he's crying. She asks to hold him and kiss him everyday. She's obsessed with Cinderella and princesses. She wants to wear dresses daily. J smiles a lot in his sleep. He has big, curious eyes and loves to look around when he's awake. He figured out day and night wayyyyy before his sister did. He's been to the park and sat in his car seat for an egg hunt. He sleeps great in the rock n play and likes to be swaddle out night, with his hands touching his face. He hates diaper changes and being naked! I've been peed on several times already, we do so much laundry, he's one messy boy. ;)

It's been so fun seeing these small differences already between the two of them. I know there's going to be so much more. Is he going to crawl? Miss A was a scooter, she didn't crawl at all. What will his favorite foods be, favorite toys, songs? When will he get his first tooth? So many milestones ahead of us! I hope to remember it all. 

March 20, 2015

Baby J's Birth Story

Finally, the post you've been waiting for! It has literally taken me an entire day to write this, ha, hello life with two! As you know, our son was born on March 3rd. He's already over two weeks old, I can't believe how fast time flies! With a due date of March 24th, we were not expecting such an early arrival. In case you didn't know, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes at 31 weeks. Following the diagnosis I was able to have a growth ultrasound, as I was measuring small and wanted to see how he was doing. After that ultrasound it was decided that I would have them weekly. J was two to three weeks behind in gestational age. I wasn't too concerned since Miss A was 5 lbs when she was born- totally healthy, with no complications.


As the weeks went by J did show growth, but my doctors wanted to also do weekly stress tests. I was hooked up to a monitor to check his heart rate. Every stress tests was normal. It wasn't until March 2nd, when I went back in for another stress test and ultrasound that there was a reason to be concerned. The ultrasound tech measured the amniotic fluid and told me it was low, dangerously low. I don't know if I was in denial or just thinking there was nothing to be worried about, but I was so not prepared to hear that I needed to go to labor and delivery to be induced, that same day. 



My bag wasn't packed. Miss A was at a friends house. My husband was supposed to work that night. I was 36 weeks and 6 days, which considering all things, was great since I was about to be considered term the next day. The doctor was positive this was the best thing to do for baby and after putting my husband on speaker phone so he could hear, I burst into tears. 

I'm sure it was the planner in me- freaking out that I didn't feel 100% ready for this baby to come. I thought I had more time! I wanted to spend more time with Miss A, I wanted to deep clean the house, I wanted to tackle some freezer meals...you think you have all the time in the world, but now I see I should have been more prepared.


Once I got over the initial shock it was time to figure things out. I didn't have to go immediately, so I went home, called my dad and mom on the way, and a friend to see if Miss A could spend the night. As soon as I got home we packed our bags. Luckily I had already started and had a list of everything I wanted to take. I packed Miss A's bag, my husband cleaned up the house a bit; I couldn't stand the thought of bringing a baby home to a dirty kitchen, ha! He called work and managed to get the next three days off. When we were all set we met my friend to drop off Miss A. That was SO hard. Cue more tears. She was so excited once she found out she was going to 
spend some time with her friend, have a sleepover, and go out for ice cream! Her willingness to go made it so much easier.



Then we were off to the hospital! We got to the labor and delivery floor and were told that a room wasn't available yet. Talk about being disappointed. We waited, and waited, and waited...for about three hours. ._. When we finally got our room, I saw our doctor, who would later be the one to deliver me. She had a few ideas on how to start the induction process. Instead of starting with pitocin, she suggested a foley bulb...I'll spare you the details, but once it was in place, contractions started on their own. They weren't too bad so I figured I'd wait a while before requesting an epidural. We tried to get some sleep, I was given some pain meds which made me loopy, and a sleeping pill. I didn't sleep much, as the contractions gradually picked up in intensity and nurses kept coming in to see how things were going. Five hours later, my contractions were VERY intense. We were pretty surprised, thinking we weren't going to meet our son until the next day. Luckily that was not going to be the case! I requested an epidural as the pain was pretty bad at this point, and suddenly my water broke. 


So much happened after that. Contractions were super strong, I soon felt the urge to push, and nurses flooded into the room. There was no time for that epidural! Which was okay with me, I was READY. Baby J was ready. We were all ready. Five strong pushes, and he was born!   




I was thrilled, to say the least. If you were to have told me I'd be giving birth without an epidural, I would've laughed. Somehow I did it and lived to tell about it. :) We are so happy that he is one strong, healthy little man. Nursing is going well, he is back up to birth weight, and we are all adjusting to being a family of four.   
 
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