Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
sneeze, sneeze - huh?
sneeze, sneeze, sneeze - oh crap.
Jake has a cold, AND it's his second cold this summer and this life. I'm guessing he caught it in the mommy/me class from another little germy brat, but that's just speculation. At any rate, he's definitely got something and the next few days are going to be a living hell. It's probably just a matter of time before both Jonathan & I have it too, & then we're in a situation where it just gets recycled over and over again. I seem to remember his M/M "teacher" sniffling - DAMN HER THAT SILLY WOMAN!
He's miserable, his little nose is bright red & we're up to our armpits in snot. He doesn't have the energy to cry so he just lays there and lets out this stuffy little whimper with great concern, a couple of coughs and then will look at me all quiet and tragic, and I'll say in a very dramatic fashion, "We're going to fight this together!". I suddenly feel like Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman because I've got the humidifier whirring away, nasal sprays, snot rags and aspirators littering his crib all the while he snores like 300 lb. wino. Oh the drama...
As soon as I heard him have his first sneezing fit, time seemed to stand still and it was like I got shot straight in the heart with adrenaline. I kept having these silly, irrational thoughts of him strapped up in a hermetically sealed tank with tubes coming out of everywhere because he contracted whooping cough or some other rare childhood plague that I can't pronounce. I worry because, like I mentioned before, it's his second cold & maybe his immune system is lacking in some way or maybe I'm just not living up to my end of the deal in keeping him in a germ free, sanitized environment. I kinda always had this theory that if they have contact with reasonable amounts dirt and germs, the garden variety you might find on the living room floor, they'd be able to build these healthy immune systems. It's not like I have him rolling around on the floor in Target or rummaging through dumpsters for hypodermic needles. At least not in the last few weeks...
AND then there's the other side of me, the obsessive germaphobe that wants to tape the windows shut, buy an air purifier & a baby size biohazard suit so that nothing, not even a dust mite might touch his pure and fragile little body. I really need to get a grip, I know. As a first time mother, I think you can have the tendancy to exaggerate the situation in your head a little.
Sometimes I have to just remind myself to stop being a dumb ass &:
1. it's just a cold, babies get colds
2. we can handle this
3. I'm just as good a mother as the next obsessive-compulsive paranoiac.
I'm fine, really. Jake's fine too, a bit snotty, but fine. cough.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
These are a few proofs from a recent photo shoot we had with Jake. He was about 3 1/2 months old at the time. It's funny because Jonathan & I have always wondered what Jake might look like as an adult. It's really hard to tell because day to day you just can't see beyond his chunky babyness, but in these photos he looks so mature. So soulfull. You can almost get a glimps of what a handsome man he will oneday be.
Along with the good comes some bad... Jake's days of swaddling are officially over. Up until the last few days, he was very happy and content to be swaddled for his naps. It was great because swaddling would immediately put him in this placid, sleepy sort of mood. It was like a baby straight jacket that would keep him from whacking himself in the head with his own fist. Speaking of which, he just woke up.................................
Where was I? Naps, yes, he doesn't do them as well without his Jamie blanket (Jamie's a friend of mine who knitted him the blanket). He loves that damn thing, but unfortunately he has learned to break free like a little Houdini so we are trying to re-learn how to nap without it. It's like giving up a bad habit. Sometimes I feel like he's scanning the room trying to figure out where I hid it and then hating me because I've stolen his best friend. It's all very sad, and hopefully he'll soon get over it. I'll eventually reunite them once the whole risk of him suffocating on it is a distant memory.
THERE'S MORE! He has finally learned how to roll from his tummy onto his back and has done it several times just to prove it wasn't a fluke. It's awesome. Sometimes I'll put him on the carpet and he'll roll 5 ft. across the room like a tumble weed and then let out this huge James Brown scream. It's his first taste of mobility so he's very excited about it. He's also able to make some ground by lurching forward while on his belly. He's like a little inch worm. I mean that in the nicest possible way.
He's becoming so grown up now and it pains me so. I want him to stay this age forever and ever.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
My mom and I were basically bored and decided to see if Jake would like to try eating some rice cereal. Like I said, this was the first attempt & maybe we'll wait a week before we try this again. Overall I think it was a success. He really seemed to like the experience and especially liked gnawing on the spoon.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Incidentally, I think I figured out what caused the nursing strike last week. I was taking these horrible tasting, herbal lactation drops that I think must have some how tainted my milk with its flavor. As soon as I quit taking them he resumed eating. So the thing I was taking to help milk flow actually made it rancid tasting to Jake - go figure.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
He woke up and cried twice last night and as a result I'm crazily, brain-wastedly tired today. We both had lovely naps around noon and things seemed to be looking up, but they the quickly headed down hill from there. Right now he's having an episode in his swing. I'm annoyed with him because I don't think he's handling things very maturely...
Gone are the days of accidentally getting in the shower with my underpants, but somehow I feel we are regressing back to our old sleep deprived ways. I can't bear to go back. Not when we've come so far and have made such progress with sleeping through the night and all.
He must be going through some sort of growth spurt. His hands and feet did look noticeably bigger today. Maybe in a few days once my little monkey boy stops growing his digits he'll feel like sleeping again. One can only hope.
Wednesday, August 9, 2006
I'm sorry kid, but if that's the only way you're going to take my boob, we have got to re-examine this 1 year breast feeding contract. I think the contract is considered null and void the second I have to get on all fours. So, as any good, guilt ridden mother would, I pulled all the shades, locked the nursery door & got down on all fours. Jake just looked up at me and started squealing and giggling like I was Coco the Clown. Even my child finds this completely absurd. Needless to say, it didn't work so I'm back to square one. What happened to the Jake I knew that would nurse for 30 minutes like he was at his own private pub, burp and then pass out?
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate pumping? Because of this strike, I've had to pump in order to keep from drying up. It hurts and it makes this humiliating sound. It actually makes this MOO-eeee sound which confirms the feeling that you are just this big cow attached to some medieval bovine milking machine. I would imagine this device was probably invented by some dimented dairy farmer who hated women. As I sit in the living room feverishly pumping away with the shades drawn, I watch my little nipples get sucked into 6 inch long purple versions of what the once were. And after a half an hour of that, I get to put my sad little shot glass of milk in the refrigerator for safe keeping. Sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it. Is a better immune system and IQ really that important??? Would this so called devil juice other people call formula really ruin my child's self esteem and his ability to stave off ear infections? I sit and ponder this as my poor nurps get stretched in and out of the pump. Hopefully this strike will pass and we'll resume nursing happily like we once did. But for now, MOOOOOOOOOOOO-eeeeeeeeeeeee.
Saturday, August 5, 2006
This is one of the coolest products I've found out there for little guy - he loves to sit up these days and until now, I've had to sort of prop him up with pillows & call him Fort Jacob. But now, I have a Bumbo (the spongy, blue thing wrapped around Jake). It's this strange little seat that traps him happily into a proper sitting position. One more thing to have lying around our living room.
Oh, and he also enjoys reading about dinosaurs now. He's like a little intellectual. I'm so proud.
Friday, August 4, 2006
These are all of Jake's little buddies in the Mommy & Me class that we attend every Monday. It's sort of funny because as you can see, the babies are completely oblivious to one another. I often wonder who the class is really for. I do have to admit that I enjoy getting together with other mums in the group and sharing stories and issues about baby sleeping habits, sore nipples and poop consistencies (the babies of course) etc. All things I never thought I'd feel the need to share. Go figure. There is a weird sort of camaraderie you get with the other moms.
(Jakes's at the bottom center with the blue bib)
My name is Chudley, ahem, I mean Jacob.
I was born April 4th, 2006
an impressive 7 lbs. 12 oz. & 21 in. long
Talents: smiling, being cute
I enjoy: long walks in my stroller, my swing, my starship commandcenter, screaming, pooping, chewing on my hands, boobs & my lovely parents
I've decided to start this blog in order to bring those who can't physically be near this little ray of sunshine, closer. I will do my best to document any interesting and notable happenings in Jake's life and what it's like to be his mama.