Cloth diapers and the plague.

I haven't been able to get very far with the cloth diapering.. I'm hoping that I'll have everything washed and ready to go by tomorrow night. One wash/dry cycle down, three more to go. But, I do have a picture of my new goodies.. It's kind of dark, but I'm starting with a combination of flips, BumGenius pockets, and last night, I spent another $50 on some BG all-in-ones, which I am very excited to try, because I've heard nothing but great things about them. When I first started my adventures in cloth diapering, I wondered how people could possibly get "addicted" to CD'ing.. "They're friggin' diapers," I would think to myself. I digress, because I cannot stop looking at/purchasing new diapers. And this is just the beginning...



Hopefully, my next post will include a picture of Maddie's cute little bummy bum in one of her new dipes.

For now, I'm going to write about a more serious matter: How having a new baby is like having the plague.

I knew my social life would be different after having a baby, but I had no idea that it would be non-existent. Most of my friends want nothing to do with babies, so they've slowly crept out of my life. I guess I can understand, because I never liked children before Maddie, but I never treated my friends with children like they were diseased. That's how I feel most of my old friends are treating me right now. The few friends of mine with children have babies much older than mine. I think sometimes they forget how difficult it is to have an infant, and most of the time, they assume I can pick up everything and take baby wherever, whenever. It's not like that, and it doesn't help that Maddie is considered "high maintenance." So most of my time is spent inside (it's been 100+ degrees outside for several weeks now, and Maddie gets heat rash very easily), with Maddie. Don't get me wrong.. I adore my daughter and I love every minute of being with her, but I am dying for some adult interaction. I do work weekends bartending, but my job is actually kind of miserable, and I don't have much time to socialize. Not to mention that Danny and I have yet to go on any sort of date night. We NEED it, but I feel awful asking anyone to come babysit, which is weird, because both of our families live within fifteen minutes of us. Maybe it'd be easier to ask someone if we actually got to see our families more than once every few weeks. Either way, I'm hoping this passes.. I'm not upset about it, and I wouldn't trade Maddie for anything in this world, but it's kind of a bummer. And Nothing can compare to hangin' out with this lil lady all day..


"I don't care if you don't like babies. I'm still stinkin' cute!"

The Wonder Weeks (aka the baby brain bible)

Months ago, a little birdie on my Babycenter board told me about this book called the Wonder Weeks by Dutch scientists, Hetty van de Rijt and Frans X. Plooij. Basically, babies go through mental leaps of cognitive development, which cause the three C's: Cranky, Clingy, & Crying. As I have done with every other baby "how-to" book, I shrugged it off, and just assumed it was bull.. Then, another friend had mentioned the book to me, so I gave in and decided to googs it. I was fascinated by what I was reading. As I charted out Maddie's "wonder weeks," I saw a definite pattern in her sleeping habits and fussy periods. For the last month or more, Maddie has been sleeping like shit. Some nights are better than others, but on average, she won't sleep more than three to four hours before she starts waking up every two hours after that. Several people said, "well she's obviously not sleeping through the night because you're breastfeeding. Try giving formula (cheeseburgers in a bottle) before bed." Well, thanks, but I'd rather run off of three hours of sleep a day. The Wonder Weeks gave me an actual explanation as to why she was suddenly a terrible sleeper.

Picture this: You've had a long day at work. Your boss gives you a deadline for a project, due in two days. On top of that, you have a history test that you still need to study for. You go to bed that night, and all you can think about is that project and history. You can't fall asleep, because you have so much on your mind. The sleep you do get sucks, because your brain won't shut off.

Now, babies, do the same thing. For example, Maddie has been trying to master the skill of rolling over from back to front for weeks now. She would get to her side, but couldn't figure out how that she needed to move her arm and lift her head in order to do so. For weeks, all her little brain could think about was rolling over. Sometimes, she would even wake up, fully, wanting to play at 4 am. Just one day before her 5 month birthday, she rolled over... And didn't stop. We were blessed with three nights of fantastic sleep, no night wakings. Her brain is thinking, "Ahhhh, I can finally rest. My project is finished."


Mid-roll over

My favorite thing about this book is that it's not way of "training" your baby to sleep. There's no, "if you do ________, then your baby WILL sleep through the night." Instead, it offers ways to help your baby with each leap. For example, this last leap suggested letting baby play naked. The first time we tried it, Maddie rolled to her side for the first time ever. It could be a coincidence, but I like to believe that helped her get in tune with her body.. Or something. =]


Nakey rolling baby

I type this as I'm nursing my little girl at 1:30 am.. I'm assuming that in a few days, she'll be mastering a new skill, because she's back to waking up in the middle of the night again. At least I can take comfort in knowing that there is a reason (and an amazing one at that..) for why she does this. It makes it a lot less frustrating for the both of us, because I spent a lot of time wondering what I was doing wrong as a first time parent.

Now, I've talked to many people who have never had any problems with this (as with everything, there are varying degrees of intensity to which babies deal with this), and believe that it is a totally ridiculous concept. I also believe leaving an infant in her crib to cry it out is a totally ridiculous concept as well, which is usually the advice we get when it comes to her sleeping "problems." I'll stick with what makes sense for me & my family. I just wanted to sing my praises of this book, because it really has been a lifesaver for me!

www.thewonderweeks.com



Photo taken from: http://www.kidlantis.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/the-wonder-weeks.jpg

Newborn baby fever.

Yesterday, two of my friends both had babies. We went up to the hospital to visit my step-niece-in-law's (yup, that's a mouthful) new little bundle of joy, Noah David. He was absolutely perfect, born exactly 5 months after Maddie. I couldn't bring myself to hold him, as I have always been scared of holding babies, but I wanted to so badly. I wanted to compare. I wanted to feel what it was like to have a teeny tiny baby in my arms again. My thoughts were flooded with memories of her birth.

Smells: the sterile hospital room, the Johnson & Johnson's calming lavender lotion that I constantly used on my hands, the sweat that had accumulated over 24 hours of intense and painful labor, the way Maddie smelled when she was placed on my chest.. I know some of these smells aren't the most pleasant, but they'll always remind me of her first moments.

Sights: the bright light that hung above me so the doctors could see my hoo-ha, Danny, my mother, and his mother holding my legs, my father frantically running around with his camera, trying not to worry, Madeleine's first breath; the rise and fall of her chest, her beautiful newborn eyes, looking at me for the first time, her little mouth, opening, trying to find my breast.

Sounds: the beeping of the monitor, and the way it stopped right before a flood of doctors came in to roll me in every which way to get her heartbeat back, the muffled words of encouragement from those around me, my screaming each time I pushed, hearing, "One more push,"
at least a dozen times, squeals of delight as she finally slid out, her first cry, which any mother knows is the most gratifying sound of all.

Touch: Danny and my mother stroking my forehead as I labored for hours on end, cool washcloths on my head and neck, Maddie's slimy little body, the waxy vernix that coated her fingers and toes, her little hand grasping my finger, as if to say, "I'll always be your's, Mama," the fist time she suckled on my breast, as I felt an immediate bond with her.

Taste: Ice. This was the only thing I was allowed to have for hours, and the only taste that entered my mouth.

As I sat at the hospital, it was like I was taking all of those things, that filled my senses, in again. I held my not-so-little 5 month old girl in my arms, as we looked over baby Noah. And then I got newborn baby fever. I wanted Maddie to be that tiny again. I wanted another baby that tiny again. I know, I'm crazy. I really can't handle a newborn and a one year old, and I really don't plan on having another baby any time soon (if ever), but there's something magical about newborns. Maybe it's the reminder that life is a totally random and miraculous thing. Maybe it's the reminder that my little girl is growing up so quickly, so I should embrace every moment of it. Five months.. It feels like just yesterday.

Note: I was going to post a bunch of pictures, but it's 1am & I'm feeling a bit lazy, so I'll leave you with this: Maddie's first time eating boob..



Aaaaaaawwwwwwwwe <3

It's been one hell of a year...

A year ago, I peed on a stick. I didn't need to, but I did anyway. I knew I was pregnant. My boobs were ungodly sore, and I was pretty sure my period was late. When I flipped the test over, it read "pregnant." Honestly, I was surprised that I was even able to carry it down the stairs to show my (at that time) fiancé. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. I held it in front of his face, and he didn't even see it. He was engulfed in a video game. "Look!" I said. His response was about the same as my response when I saw it. "Oh fuck... What do we do?" I don't even remember answering that question, or any conversing between the two of us initially after. I ran upstairs, called my mother, and I immediately started bawling. We weren't ready. I was always kind of on the fence about having children. I never liked kids, and the only time I really wanted one was shortly after my niece was born, seven months prior to when I found out I had a Maddiebug growing inside of me. It was a very short-lived baby fever, and Danny and I decided that if we did have children, it would be years down the road. We were busy planning our wedding, and we wanted to enjoy each other during our first couple of years as newlyweds. We were living in a one bedroom loft, our wedding was in September, and we were broke. Adding a child into that mixture seemed unfathomable. But I couldn't deny the fact that I had this little thing growing in my belly.


This little thing is a fetus!

We were in no way prepared, but we knew we'd find a way to take care of her.. So, I got married, while pregnant.. Don't worry.. I don't hear ten thousand shotgun wedding jokes. I had to exchange my dress for a size bigger and had the most tasteful bachelorette party ever (sigh.. I didn't even get to see boobs =[). It was a beautiful wedding, nonetheless. We traded our honeymoon for a three day roadtrip to Kansas City and some baby supplies.


I REALLY shouldn't be wearing white...

In October, I felt the first little kicks. This was the first time I felt a real bond with her. For the first time during my pregnancy, she existed as more than a fetus. She was my baby. She had a personality. She was quite the party animal, and kept me up at all hours of the night (wait, she still does that...). She'd kick her daddy in the face when he'd lay on my belly, and she would "dance" to Iron & Wine every time I would play it.


Holy shit! There's a baby in there!

In February, we welcomed our lovely daughter into this world after 24 hours of painful labor. I was already in love with her, but holding her for the first time was a feeling I'll never forget. My heart grew a million times bigger as she looked into my eyes for the first time. All of my pain vanished. My fears of becoming a parent suddenly became non-existent. There was no way we could screw it up.. We had already made something so perfect.


Fresh out of the oven


A little less slimy

Being a parent is no easy task, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. It wasn't something that I chose. It chose me, and I feel so blessed, because I could have gone through life not knowing what it's like to love someone with every fiber of my being. All of the late nights, bodily fluid leakage, and uncontrollable crying is worth every smile, giggle, and coo. I often wonder why I was so scared, because there's nothing scary about my Madeleine. She is my world (and Danny too!) <3
My princess


My diva


My Maddiebug

My online shopping extravaganza.

Baby things I'm loving on right now...

Baby leg warmers. 


(photo taken from www.babylegs.com)

There's nothing cuter than some chunky baby legs covered in leg warmers. Plus, they make diaper changes easy and protect those little knees from wear & tear once the beebs start crawling. Triple win. I purchased these for Madzilla a couple of days ago from Knotty Baby Wear on Etsy:



From that same shop, I bought an adorable long-sleeved onesie to go with it.. I can't wait for her to wear them together in the fall!



http://www.etsy.com/shop/knottybabywear

Vintage flower headbands.

I know some people hate the ridiculously huge flower headbands on babies, but I think they're precious.. Those little noggins don't have a whole lot of hair to play with, so these headbands are a great accessory.

These will be the newest headbands to join Maddie's growing collection:



Little Diva Boutique
http://www.etsy.com/people/LittleDivaBoutique?ref=ls_profile





The Fairy Factory Shop
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheFairyFactoryShop?ref=pr_shop_more

Baby Einstein Take Along Tunes.

I love this toy. It plays several classical songs and lights up. What more could you ask for to keep a 3 month old entertained? Maddie loves it even more than the keyboard toy.



Mommy things I'm loving on right now...

Above the knee socks with tights.

I absolutely love tights with patterns or bold colors. I love them with above the knee socks even more. And now that I'm not preggers anymore, I can wear them & not feel like a total jackass. I ordered these from Urban Outfitters:





I also bought this dress (on sale for $15!!!) from Urban, although I'm not 100% sure it'll fit my outrageously huge - almost cartoonish - milk jugs. I had a hard time buying clothes from there that fit my rack BEFORE I got pregnant, so I'm pretty limited to stretchy tops & dresses when shopping there. 



I should've used the money I spent at Urban to get a damn hair cut & color, but these damn postpartum hormones are making my hair fall out at an astronomical rate anyway.. I'll wait until I'm done shedding to prevent the risk of losing ALL of my hair. 2+ inches of roots = cuter than bald. 

In other news, Maddie's pediatrician thinks she has reflux. I've been telling her that since she was two weeks old, but why would she possibly listen to her mother?! Okay, so hopefully this Zantac helps her, even though I'm not fond of having to give my little baby meds. I keep wondering if it would've made her colicky days any easier if they would've diagnosed it sooner. Sigh... We'll never know. 

Other than that, Maddie is as happy as can be.. She's still trying really hard to roll over, but she'll get it in due time!

Maddie's New Toy.

Today, while shopping for my step-niece-in-law's baby shower, we bought Maddie a toy.



When we got home, we introduced her to the toy.


She was a bit of a skeptic at first.. "Pshhhh... That dinky thing? Puhlease!!"


"Ohmygod it lights up!"


"AND plays music?!"


"HOLY SHIT."



"Zzzzzz" Totally over it.



The end.

Reverse psychology.. It even works on babies!

My family has always been into having family BBQs. We get together almost every Sunday during the spring and summer, grill out, drink a few beers, and play with my nieces (3 yrs & 18 mos). This morning, I was thinking about how big of a drag this summer is going to be as far as family get togethers go. Let's face it... It's hard to enjoy yourself when you have a high maintenence three month old on your hands. Don't get me wrong, I love every second with her, but she just doesn't do well outside of our home. Usually, we end up leaving in a hurry, because she won't quit screaming. It's impossible to sit down and eat dinner without someone else having to hold her while she cries. I thought having a baby right before it got nice outside would be great, but I find myself thinking about how much easier it would be if the seasons were switched, so we could have an excuse to stay in. Everyone asks, "why does she cry all the time?" Well, I'm not sure. She's great at home.. Cries maybe twenty minutes at most each day. I figured Memorial day would be no different.

Today, we had two events to attend: a rather large BBQ at the in-law's house and a small family get together at my brother's home. Honestly, this was terrifying to me. She was going to be out of the house from 1-7 pm, with the exception of a quick stop at home.

We arrived at Danny's mom's house at around 1, and the crying started almost immediately. After about twenty minutes, I decided to take Maddie into the basement, because it was much cooler. She stopped crying. She was smiling and cooing most of the time. Our only mishap was when I held another baby, just a month older than Maddie. I could see it in her eyes, she was jealous. She whined the entire time, and my guess is that she was trying to say something along the lines of, "BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOOB! THAT'S MINE. MY BOOB!" So, I fed her for the first time over there. It went well, and she was all smiles after that.

At around 3:15, we left and headed home for what we hoped would be a short, hour long nap. I wasn't holding my breath, because she hasn't been too fond of naps lately, so this usually results in an extremely cranky baby by bedtime. We deal. Just as I suspected, she did not want to nap. She had a quick boob sesh, and we headed off to my brother's house. She started out fairly calm. After being outside for about fifteen minutes, she was feeling quite warm and began to fuss a bit, but no major meltdowns. I noticed she was getting tired, so we set her down in her carseat while we ate, and she slept for about a half hour. She woke up hungry, so we took that as our cue to leave, as we only live five minutes away, and it was getting close to bath time. When we got home, she ate, had her bath, and nursed to sleep.

It was blissful.

The one day I was dreading most ended up being the easiest day out we've had so far! From now on, every time we have to go somewhere, I'm going to set myself up for a difficult time in hopes that somehow, I'm secretly using reverse psychology on her so she'll be good.

Yup.

And at the very least, I won't be upset when she does freak out, because I'll be expecting it! ;)

But for today (and every day, but especially today) I have the best baby anyone could ever ask for.