Sunday, April 24, 2011

month three


Dear Chicken,

Maybe I should start by saying your dad has given you your first nickname that's coming from him. It's Starbit. Maybe it will make you love Super Mario Galaxy on the Wii. You have a Mii on the Wii so that we can weigh you on the Wii Fit game. Your name there? Baby bear. And sometimes I've taken to calling you Scarlettina. Or if I'm talking to you and Maggie, you two are Maggie May and Scarlett Sue.

So many changes have come this month! In one of the childcare books I had read before you were born, the author stated that when people picture a baby they often picture a three-month-old instead of the much less developed newborn. I can totally see why. Those smiles that were only for me last month? You give them away for free these days. You also talk a lot more and are awake even more. You're really starting to get fun.

You're also bigger. I'm guessing close to 13 pounds now. When I tried to measure your length recently, you seemed around 24 inches. We'll have to wait one more month to have the doctor's office officially take your measurements.

Another first this month was your first poo strike. I had to have a few procedures done (one of which required sedation) so you ended up with three straight formula feedings. It was good practice to starting daycare (more on that later). Yep, those 3 feedings seemed to cause you not to poo for SIX DAYS. If you were an adult you'd be very disturbed by this but babies don't really seem to mind. I called the doctor's office to see what they had to say about it and we ended up giving you a little Karo syrup in your bottle and it cleared you right out. You were a bit of a mess but at least I was expecting it and we were home. I did, however, get poo on my wedding ring. Since your grandmother (my mother) also wore these rings, I was struck with the thought that they've likely seen poo before. I love having that tangible connection to my mother (more so now that you're here).

Chicken, I'd like to insert here that we rarely discussed poo in this house before you came along. Even less so before Maggie.

So, yes, Mama's had to have some procedures done. In a few weeks I get to have surgery for the first time. Now I'm not blaming you, just pregnancy. :) I'll be happy to feel better afterwards and really hope everything goes smoothly. I've been told I won't be able to pick you up (or anything over 10 pounds) for 2 weeks. Somehow I doubt I'll follow that rule.

You know, most people haven't had my experiences with death. We are fortunate enough to live in a part of the world where it's relatively rare to have a parent die when the child is as young as I was when my dad died. I say this to tell you that I'm no stranger to it. I've thought about mortality most of my life in ways that other people my age probably didn't. That said, nothing changes your perspective on life and death quite like having a child. I'd hate for something to happen to me now or when the inevitable happens (hopefully when I'm an old lady). I don't want to leave you in that way. I can't imagine how my dad must have felt when he knew that was coming in his own life. It was probably worse than the pain we felt as the kids left behind. Sorry to get so deep and sad, little Chicken. Just want you to know where I am with this parenting gig right now.

Slightly less deep... Your dad and I went on our first date night since you were born. Your grandparents watched you for us. When we got back to pick you up, your grandmother said that when she looked at you that evening she saw your father. She even pulled out his baby book to compare. Let me tell you, you look just like him when he was a baby. All along people were saying that you had my nose and mouth. In reality, I think you have my eyes and that's about it. We'll see how you change as time goes on (something I'm greatly looking forward to). I hope you are at least a good balance of the two of us. (But you can favor me more if you'd like.)

This month you went to your first baseball game. Astros' Opening Day at Minute Maid Park. I wonder if we can get you to Opening Day every year of your life? We'll do our part. Eventually it will be up to you. You also "ran" your first 5k. I carried you on my chest and I didn't even run so those quotations are more than justified. We were really slow but it was a start.

So many firsts... The biggest and by far most difficult for me was going back to work and leaving you at daycare. Sob. I thought I was so prepared for leaving you. I had all the supplies in two piles--one for daycare and one for your grandparents' house. Sure, I forgot a few things but quickly remembered. I knew I wasn't ready to go back to work but I felt pretty good emotionally about leaving you. I had left you with people before. I was fine then. Well, I left you at daycare and as soon as I walked out of the building I started crying. I was really surprised by it. That first day was hard. I had difficulty concentrating and would leak a few tears off an on. I kept you home on Tuesday and Friday to kind of ease into things. Wednesday and Thursday were much better.

You, on the other hand, were a champ. You charmed both of your caregivers (Ms. Gwen and Ms. Doris). They told me how cute you are and what a good baby your are (despite pooping all over Ms. Doris on your second day). They're such nice ladies and I think they'll treat you right. I'm glad we went with this daycare but am still sad we have to be apart so much.

Well, Chicken, today is Easter Sunday and the official beginning of your 4th month. I'm most looking forward to hearing you laugh. I think I heard a tiny "sleep laugh" last night but your daddy doesn't believe me. I might remind you that he said the same thing about your first smile so fingers crossed that laugh is coming soon. Just that glimpse of it broke my heart wide open. Again. Something tells me it won't be the last time.





Monday, April 18, 2011

university

It's always amused me that people call daycare "school" now. So Hubby and I prepped Daughter for the university last night. Told her to be good and not cry and whatnot. Nobody prepped me apparently. Momma needs chocolate and liquor and a part-time job. I'm not sure how I'm going to do this...it's been a surprisingly difficult morning. No way I'm making it to 5:00. So here's the Chicken, first day of daycare. You know, before she left and we were both still smiling.

Monday, April 11, 2011

baby's first baseball

Friday was the Astros' home opener. This was maybe my 5th consecutive Opening Day--I'd have to do some serious thinking to confirm that statement. But I do know that it was Daughter's first Opening Day and her first game period. She did great. Let people hold and feed her, wasn't bothered by the noise, and since we left during the bottom of the 7th she wasn't saddened by the team's loss.

Her gifted Astros attire is still too big for her so I had to craft a onesie for her. She also had tiny Astros socks on. So cute! And call me crazy but I think her red-haired gene is showing in this first photo.



Tuesday, April 05, 2011

ABCs of cjm

Seriously, everyone is doing this meme right now. I figure since I've been falling down on posting (and just about every post is baby-related), I'd jump on the bandwagon.

A. Age:
34. I have to do the math sometimes. I can't believe that second number is 4. I think because it happened only about 3 weeks after the baby was born.

B. Bed size:
Queen. Oh, to have a King. Oh, to have a way to get a King up the stairs. Oh, well. We have an awesome new mattress and it will make for more fun cuddling once the baby (or babies) are bigger).

C. Chore you hate:
Cleaning the tub/shower.

D. Dogs:
Maggie!

E. Essential start to your day:
Making the rounds on the internet--blogs, e-mail, Facebook. More recently? Breastfeeding.

F. Favorite color:
Can you love them all equally? I'm loving aqua/grass green combo right now.

G. Gold or silver:
Silver? White gold?

H. Height:
5'6-ish

I. Instruments:
Flute

J. Job title:
Sr. Clinical Research Associate III, Momma

K. Kids:
Just the one--10 weeks already!

L. Live:
Houston suburbs, Texas

M. Mom’s name:
Josephine

N. Nicknames:
Canda Bear, CB, Red

O. Overnight hospital stays:
Having a baby

P. Pet peeve:
Bad grammar in general and "I could care less"--Really? You could?

Q. Quote from a movie:
You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.

R. Right or left handed:
Right

S. Siblings:
The Brother

T. Time you wake up:
Which time? Approximately 1:30, 5, and 7:30.

U. Underwear:
Ones that fit pre-baby!

V. Vegetables you dislike:
Cooked spinach, beets, green beans

W. What makes you run late:
Poor planning. More specifically? Not liking how my hair or any clothes look.

X. X-Rays you’ve had:
Teeth, boobies, knees. More recently all sorts of images of pretty much my entire abdomin (but not in boring x-ray form).

Y. Yummy food you make:
Banana cake, a new zucchini bread recipe, fried foods.

Z. Zoo--favorite animal:
Monkeys, manatees, elephants. I pretty much like mammals.

Sunday, April 03, 2011

spring wreath

So I finished this wreath today. I don't think it's Hubby's favorite craft project of mine. I think it's fun and am seeking reassurance. For your help, you get a gratuitous baby shot. Thank you.