Yesterday, Paul surprised me with a night away for our anniversary. He had to surprise me though because if he would have told me ahead of time, I'm not certain I would have gone. The thought of leaving our Nylabear overnight with people is/was terrifying. I have no rational reasoning for that, it just is.
But enough with the doom about Nylabear, let's get to the juicy details of the night! And by juicy, I mean let's talk about how engorged my boobs were! Holy moly. With Paul surprising me, that also meant that he had to pack the bag for us to overnight somewhere. What a wonderful man, he remembered almost everything: toothpaste, toothbrushes, clothes for the next day, my make-up, etc...He even made a conscious effort to remember my breast pumps, knowing that the milk would flow.
So we get back to the room last night, and I prepped myself to pump. "Paul, where's the bottle to collect the milk?" I scoured that room and thrashed our bag searching for the bottle portion of the pump. I was literally like a ravaged animal, digging into the bag, almost sniffing out the bottle! I must have looked ridiculous.
Well, we had forgotten the bottle. Damnit. So there I was, standing in the hotel room with boobs the size of globes! I had to figure out a way to relieve myself, so Paul suggested that I take a warm shower to get the milk moving, then maybe I could pump out milk myself. In case you are wanting to know, you milk a human the same way you milk a cow. Doing it manually, though, is not very enjoyable.
After 10 minutes of trying to express milk myself, I gave up. I just decided to put on my old tank top again and let myself leak during the night. And Lord did I leak...lol what wonderful information you are getting right now as you read my blog. But for real, I leaked almost down to my waist. Good thing we were at a hotel room! Whew!
We could not get home fast enough because I was so ready to nurse! But more importantly, I was SO READY to see my Nylabear! Oh goodness it was so wonderful seeing her again! I missed my girl so much! It was only difficult at night because she wasn't there to snuggle and kiss.
Turns out, Paul did pack my bottle for the pump...just packed it in the wrong bag. He put it in Nyla's diaper bag instead of our overnight bag. That was his mind on auto-control. :)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
My Favorite Pastime
Apparently my new favorite pastime is to put my finger in Nyla's poopy diapers. I've done it twice now in the past week, both times on accident. The first time was a surprise and I was unprepared for pulling out a poo finger. This second time was yesterday and I actually told myself pre-diaper-checking okay Elizabeth, don't put your finger in the diaper. All I wanted to do was slide the diaper open a bit to confirm that she did indeed take a dump (as if the horrific smell wasn't enough).
I carefully grabbed the edge of her diaper with my forefinger and thumb and lifted. Somehow my thumb slipped off of the diaper and straight into the poo! Great. What can you do but start to laugh? I think I screamed AGAIN?! and Paul couldn't stop laughing at me and my poop finger. My goal for next week: try to avoid getting poop anywhere on my body.
We've also added rice cereal to Nylabear's bottles now. She doesn't seem to be getting enough to eat, especially at night. She has moved from sleeping for 7 hours a night to now only about 4 or 5 and waking up starving. So we have decided to just put a little bit of watered down rice cereal in her bottle, hoping that this will fill her up a little more. Everyone cross fingers that she sleeps a little better and longer.
Lastly, happy 2nd anniversary to my sweetheart. I love you Big Bear. Look at how far our lives have come in the two short years we've been married!
I carefully grabbed the edge of her diaper with my forefinger and thumb and lifted. Somehow my thumb slipped off of the diaper and straight into the poo! Great. What can you do but start to laugh? I think I screamed AGAIN?! and Paul couldn't stop laughing at me and my poop finger. My goal for next week: try to avoid getting poop anywhere on my body.
We've also added rice cereal to Nylabear's bottles now. She doesn't seem to be getting enough to eat, especially at night. She has moved from sleeping for 7 hours a night to now only about 4 or 5 and waking up starving. So we have decided to just put a little bit of watered down rice cereal in her bottle, hoping that this will fill her up a little more. Everyone cross fingers that she sleeps a little better and longer.
Lastly, happy 2nd anniversary to my sweetheart. I love you Big Bear. Look at how far our lives have come in the two short years we've been married!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
I Was Peed On
The title says it all; I was peed on. Thank you, Nyla, for sharing yourself with me.
Apparently when homegirl has a lot to drink, she can drown her diaper. Lovely. I had Nyla happily sitting on my lap and she was giggling and smiling; I should have known! Next thing I knew, it got really hot underneath her butt. "Oh Elizabeth, she's peeing in her diaper" was my train of thought. But alas, when I stood up, she had not only peed in her diaper but all over me. Awesome. What's even better is that I didn't have a change of clothes since we were driving back from Milton-Freewater...my clothes were buried under the mountain of baby stuff we packed in the car. There is nothing more enjoyable than driving 4 hours with baby pee on your clothes.
Speaking of traveling with a baby, why is it that the baby needs eight thousand bags packed for a trip? It's like we can't leave the house without absolutely everything. We have to have nine outfits for every type of weather, which equals out to about 11,542 outfits. Bottles, different nipples, burp cloths, Pack-N-Play, Baby Bjorn, formula, wipes, more clothes, thick blankets, thin blankets, blankets for laying on the floor, blankets for snuggling with her, blankets for if aliens land on Earth...EVERYTHING is packed. It's crazy. And of course, when you think you have everything packed, something is forgotten. For us, we didn't necessarily forget something(this time), but we realized that there is one more thing to add to our baby travel kit: the baby swing. We MUST take a baby swing with us traveling. It's where our Nylabear naps, so without it...it can be disastrous.
Apparently when homegirl has a lot to drink, she can drown her diaper. Lovely. I had Nyla happily sitting on my lap and she was giggling and smiling; I should have known! Next thing I knew, it got really hot underneath her butt. "Oh Elizabeth, she's peeing in her diaper" was my train of thought. But alas, when I stood up, she had not only peed in her diaper but all over me. Awesome. What's even better is that I didn't have a change of clothes since we were driving back from Milton-Freewater...my clothes were buried under the mountain of baby stuff we packed in the car. There is nothing more enjoyable than driving 4 hours with baby pee on your clothes.
Speaking of traveling with a baby, why is it that the baby needs eight thousand bags packed for a trip? It's like we can't leave the house without absolutely everything. We have to have nine outfits for every type of weather, which equals out to about 11,542 outfits. Bottles, different nipples, burp cloths, Pack-N-Play, Baby Bjorn, formula, wipes, more clothes, thick blankets, thin blankets, blankets for laying on the floor, blankets for snuggling with her, blankets for if aliens land on Earth...EVERYTHING is packed. It's crazy. And of course, when you think you have everything packed, something is forgotten. For us, we didn't necessarily forget something(this time), but we realized that there is one more thing to add to our baby travel kit: the baby swing. We MUST take a baby swing with us traveling. It's where our Nylabear naps, so without it...it can be disastrous.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
How...Unique.
I should know by now that when Nyla is silent, she's working on a special surprise in her diaper. Yesterday, she was silently sitting in her vibrating chair while we were eating dinner. One of my nieces went over to say hi to Nyla, and went "Lizzie, why does Nyla have a spot on the front of her shirt? Did she barf?" I didn't think she had, so I let it go without thought. Good thing my mother-in-law went over to see Nyla. "Uh, Lizzie, I think she pooped on her shirt." Classic Nyla right there.
I went to get Nyla to clean her up, expecting there to be just a little spot in the front but a diaper full of poo. To my surprise, it was quite the opposite! Nyla had managed to poop up her front, almost to her chest. TO HER CHEST. There was poo in her belly button. Was there any on her back? No. There was barely anything on her butt cheeks. Nyla had managed to poop almost strictly on the front half of her body. How lovely.
We score her poops by the number of wipes we use to clean her up. Yesterday's disaster was a 9-wiper! Yikes! Not to mention the 3 it took to clean up her tummy. The poop was so horrendous, we actually had to throw the outfit that she was wearing away. Gross.
Her bodily functions were pretty outstanding yesterday. Lots of spitting up, including one big one on Grandma Ellis. That's nice that Nyla is starting to share the wealth instead of continually saving all the baby barf for mommy. Thank you, Nylabear.
Happy 1st Father's Day to my sweet Big Bear! I love you Paul. You're a wonderful father to our baby bear!
I went to get Nyla to clean her up, expecting there to be just a little spot in the front but a diaper full of poo. To my surprise, it was quite the opposite! Nyla had managed to poop up her front, almost to her chest. TO HER CHEST. There was poo in her belly button. Was there any on her back? No. There was barely anything on her butt cheeks. Nyla had managed to poop almost strictly on the front half of her body. How lovely.
We score her poops by the number of wipes we use to clean her up. Yesterday's disaster was a 9-wiper! Yikes! Not to mention the 3 it took to clean up her tummy. The poop was so horrendous, we actually had to throw the outfit that she was wearing away. Gross.
Her bodily functions were pretty outstanding yesterday. Lots of spitting up, including one big one on Grandma Ellis. That's nice that Nyla is starting to share the wealth instead of continually saving all the baby barf for mommy. Thank you, Nylabear.
Happy 1st Father's Day to my sweet Big Bear! I love you Paul. You're a wonderful father to our baby bear!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
The Upper Echelon of Parenthood
Yesterday, I was transported...no, I was elevated to a new level of parenting. I was whisked from my lowly position as new mom to the high peak, if you will, the upper crust of parenting. The level of motherhood that can only be reached by experiencing a baby and all that comes with it. I feel like new secrets will be bestowed upon me and I will be rewarded for raising up to this upper echelon of parenthood.
Yesterday, I stuck my finger in Nyla's diaper and pulled it out covered in poop.
I could tell you about how it was a mistake. I could tell you about how I only meant to feel her diaper. But what difference will that make? Really? At the end of the day, I still had a poop-covered finger. Let the angels sing...
Just to be clear, it was heinous. That is probably the best descriptive word I can use to convey what this was like for me. Heinous. That's actually a pretty good adjective for anything poo-related with Nylabear.
In other news, Nyla didn't sleep well last night. I've been up since 4 with her and right now, my best friend is Starbucks. I went to Starbucks this morning at 5:15 but they weren't open yet, so I went to Wal-Mart to buy Father's Day cards. Below is a picture of what I look like after a relatively sleepless night...and yes, I was in public like this. Don't judge...just admit it, you've looked like this too, especially if you're a parent.
Yesterday, I stuck my finger in Nyla's diaper and pulled it out covered in poop.
I could tell you about how it was a mistake. I could tell you about how I only meant to feel her diaper. But what difference will that make? Really? At the end of the day, I still had a poop-covered finger. Let the angels sing...
Just to be clear, it was heinous. That is probably the best descriptive word I can use to convey what this was like for me. Heinous. That's actually a pretty good adjective for anything poo-related with Nylabear.
In other news, Nyla didn't sleep well last night. I've been up since 4 with her and right now, my best friend is Starbucks. I went to Starbucks this morning at 5:15 but they weren't open yet, so I went to Wal-Mart to buy Father's Day cards. Below is a picture of what I look like after a relatively sleepless night...and yes, I was in public like this. Don't judge...just admit it, you've looked like this too, especially if you're a parent.
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Friday, June 17, 2011
Four Poops, Four Outfits
Is it physically impossible for Nyla to keep her poops in her diaper? After yesterday, the answer is a resounding yes. Outfit number one was the only one spared of baby poo, but this is only because she barfed on it before she could poop on it. Classy.
Outfit number two was put on and lasted for a few hours. Then the grunting and groaning of Nyla pushing started and it was all over! When Nyla poops, she makes the same sounds that you hear in the movies...real grunts while she pulls her legs all the way up. I hope to remind her of this when she gets older, as I'm sure she will be mortified. I'm trying to catch it on video (it really is hilarious), but every time she sees a camera, she stops everything she's doing to look at it.
Okay back to the outfit, number two was removed due to a massive blowout that crept out her diapers and onto her clothes and halfway up her back. Pretty.
Not joking, we put on outfit three only to remove it five minutes later because Miss Nyla felt the need to poop again. How wonderful!
I know we're not using the wrong size diaper...she just has massive poops. I'm sure she appreciates me sharing this information with everyone. But seriously Nyla, let's keep the product in the packaging, okay?
Outfit four is what she went to sleep in last night, and she was still dry this morning when Paul and I woke up. Whew! The upside to yesterday is that she got to wear lots of outfits that will probably not fit in three days, so that's good! Hooray!
Here's another little anecdote for you. Paul and I have reached a new plateau, if you will, of parenting. A higher level of parenthood. Nyla had a stuffy nose the other day, and lo and behold, when I looked up her nose she had a huge booger. Nevermind I could have gotten a Kleenex; nope, I just put my finger in her nose and dug it out like it was my own. With the booger on the tip of my finger, I turned to Paul and went, "Paul, take this." Like it happens everyday, here Paul, take this booger from my finger and while you're at it, fix dinner please. Did he even miss a beat though? No, he just grabbed it off my finger and went to put throw it away. No Kleenex, no toilet paper, just grabbed it with his bare hands. That's a real man right there.
Outfit number two was put on and lasted for a few hours. Then the grunting and groaning of Nyla pushing started and it was all over! When Nyla poops, she makes the same sounds that you hear in the movies...real grunts while she pulls her legs all the way up. I hope to remind her of this when she gets older, as I'm sure she will be mortified. I'm trying to catch it on video (it really is hilarious), but every time she sees a camera, she stops everything she's doing to look at it.
Okay back to the outfit, number two was removed due to a massive blowout that crept out her diapers and onto her clothes and halfway up her back. Pretty.
Not joking, we put on outfit three only to remove it five minutes later because Miss Nyla felt the need to poop again. How wonderful!
I know we're not using the wrong size diaper...she just has massive poops. I'm sure she appreciates me sharing this information with everyone. But seriously Nyla, let's keep the product in the packaging, okay?
Outfit four is what she went to sleep in last night, and she was still dry this morning when Paul and I woke up. Whew! The upside to yesterday is that she got to wear lots of outfits that will probably not fit in three days, so that's good! Hooray!
Here's another little anecdote for you. Paul and I have reached a new plateau, if you will, of parenting. A higher level of parenthood. Nyla had a stuffy nose the other day, and lo and behold, when I looked up her nose she had a huge booger. Nevermind I could have gotten a Kleenex; nope, I just put my finger in her nose and dug it out like it was my own. With the booger on the tip of my finger, I turned to Paul and went, "Paul, take this." Like it happens everyday, here Paul, take this booger from my finger and while you're at it, fix dinner please. Did he even miss a beat though? No, he just grabbed it off my finger and went to put throw it away. No Kleenex, no toilet paper, just grabbed it with his bare hands. That's a real man right there.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
So I Don't Forget
Okay, I want to write these down so I don't forget, and so that when Nylabear gets older, I'll be able to tell her.
Every morning, we have a little routine. Nylabear wakes up, I nurse her, and she kinda falls back asleep. While I'm nursing, I like to watch CMT because the husband has me addicted to country music. There are two songs that I like to dance with Nyla to: "Honey Bee" by Blake Shelton and "Won't Let Go" by Rascal Flatts. I dedicate both of those songs to her! "Honey Bee" is my favorite because it's so catchy and my Nylabear is my honey bee. I look like a total moron dancing with her, but I don't care. It's my favorite time of the day when I get to dance with her. And because she is the happiest person when she wakes up (a trait she did not get from her father), she is all smiles and giggly when we dance and I sing.
The other song that I dedicate to my Nylaboo is "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars. Oh I just listen to those lyrics (except for the one where he says something about being sexy...that one's not for her) and I think about my babygirl!
Okay, there I've written it down so I won't need to try to remember it. Now time for me to go grab my baby and doing our morning dance. :)
Every morning, we have a little routine. Nylabear wakes up, I nurse her, and she kinda falls back asleep. While I'm nursing, I like to watch CMT because the husband has me addicted to country music. There are two songs that I like to dance with Nyla to: "Honey Bee" by Blake Shelton and "Won't Let Go" by Rascal Flatts. I dedicate both of those songs to her! "Honey Bee" is my favorite because it's so catchy and my Nylabear is my honey bee. I look like a total moron dancing with her, but I don't care. It's my favorite time of the day when I get to dance with her. And because she is the happiest person when she wakes up (a trait she did not get from her father), she is all smiles and giggly when we dance and I sing.
The other song that I dedicate to my Nylaboo is "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars. Oh I just listen to those lyrics (except for the one where he says something about being sexy...that one's not for her) and I think about my babygirl!
Okay, there I've written it down so I won't need to try to remember it. Now time for me to go grab my baby and doing our morning dance. :)
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
What's New With Nyla
Whew! It has been a whirlwind four days with our Nyla girl. We just moved, leaving Lincoln City for the Portland-area for hopefully the last time. Hopefully no more moving...at least for a year or two. Trying to pack and load a house to move with a 3-month-old is ridiculous. RIDICULOUS. What used to be both of us working together has now turned into Paul packing and moving everything while I stay with the baby. She did wonderful as daddy was slaving away (haha), but of course she doesn't want to have a bottle when there's anything to sit on in the house! Nyla was calm and cool all the way through loading the truck until the last piece of furniture was loaded...then the screaming started. Homegirl was hungry. Having nothing to sit on, I had to feed our babygirl while sitting on the toilet. On. The. Toilet. You do what you have to do, right? Baby had to eat, so I just slammed the toilet seat down, plopped down, and fed the girl!
Now we are happily moved and around family, so life is good.
Nyla's newest development, on top of the constipation and love of spitting down my boobs, is drool. Oh my, the drool. We almost have to change her outfit every few hours because it gets soaked. She is gnawing on her hands, sucking on our clothes, playing with her tongue all the time. Part of me thinks she's just amazed with her newfound body parts; a bigger part of me thinks she's cutting a tooth. Yes, it may be early, but you must know--my husband was born with not one, but two teeth. He came out of the womb with teeth!
Also, Nyla's new favorite thing is to continue pooping after we have removed her diaper. How lovely. She's done it multiple times in the last week. We're happy that she's pooping on a regular basis now, but come on Nyla. Let's finish it IN the diaper, then we'll change.
So now here we are: a happy family of four (Okie counts!), living in a wonderful area, spending the week with my in-laws, and we have our darling drooly baby. Hooray!
Now we are happily moved and around family, so life is good.
Nyla's newest development, on top of the constipation and love of spitting down my boobs, is drool. Oh my, the drool. We almost have to change her outfit every few hours because it gets soaked. She is gnawing on her hands, sucking on our clothes, playing with her tongue all the time. Part of me thinks she's just amazed with her newfound body parts; a bigger part of me thinks she's cutting a tooth. Yes, it may be early, but you must know--my husband was born with not one, but two teeth. He came out of the womb with teeth!
Also, Nyla's new favorite thing is to continue pooping after we have removed her diaper. How lovely. She's done it multiple times in the last week. We're happy that she's pooping on a regular basis now, but come on Nyla. Let's finish it IN the diaper, then we'll change.
So now here we are: a happy family of four (Okie counts!), living in a wonderful area, spending the week with my in-laws, and we have our darling drooly baby. Hooray!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
The Paranoia is Setting In
For the last two weeks, I've been having THE weirdest dreams, all revolving around Nylabear. For example, two nights ago, I dreamt that I was changing Nyla's diaper and she started peeing...and it wouldn't stop. It was like a tsunami of pee. What? How do you even begin to interpret that in a dream dictionary?
I've woken up almost every night in the middle of the night with no clue of where Nyla is. Every time, I ask Paul "Where's Nyla?" and I'm almost panic-stricken. Some nights, I will feel Paul start to turn over and I strong-arm him so that he can't move because I think Nyla is in the bed right in the middle of us. Every morning for the last two weeks, I've woken up to nurse her around 4 (this is normal) and every morning, I'm terrified that she's not breathing.
How weird this is! It's like the paranoia/panic/worrying has set in for me. I can't even describe the panic that I feel. I'm afraid I'm about to be the creeper mom who stands above the crib and intensely watches her chest rise up and down just so I know she's okay.
It's such a crazy feeling, too. This whole wave of weird emotions go through me: first I'm scared, then I panic, then I get really sad. But it all goes away once I know Nyla is okay in her crib. Now I can see how parents have their babies in the bed with them; it would give me a peace of mind having her there. But the last time we had her in bed, I was nursing her...and almost suffocated her with my boob. Hmm. Probably not the best idea.
We'll see how long this trend continues for me. Poor Paul has to put up with me pushing him in bed and demanding to know where the baby is at 2:30 in the morning. Thankfully, he's a good husband who just goes with the flow while his wife is having neurotic freak-outs.
I've woken up almost every night in the middle of the night with no clue of where Nyla is. Every time, I ask Paul "Where's Nyla?" and I'm almost panic-stricken. Some nights, I will feel Paul start to turn over and I strong-arm him so that he can't move because I think Nyla is in the bed right in the middle of us. Every morning for the last two weeks, I've woken up to nurse her around 4 (this is normal) and every morning, I'm terrified that she's not breathing.
How weird this is! It's like the paranoia/panic/worrying has set in for me. I can't even describe the panic that I feel. I'm afraid I'm about to be the creeper mom who stands above the crib and intensely watches her chest rise up and down just so I know she's okay.
It's such a crazy feeling, too. This whole wave of weird emotions go through me: first I'm scared, then I panic, then I get really sad. But it all goes away once I know Nyla is okay in her crib. Now I can see how parents have their babies in the bed with them; it would give me a peace of mind having her there. But the last time we had her in bed, I was nursing her...and almost suffocated her with my boob. Hmm. Probably not the best idea.
We'll see how long this trend continues for me. Poor Paul has to put up with me pushing him in bed and demanding to know where the baby is at 2:30 in the morning. Thankfully, he's a good husband who just goes with the flow while his wife is having neurotic freak-outs.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Disaster Strikes!
Yesterday, Nyla was feeling a little better after her shots on Monday. She was finally awake and not too cranky or sore, so mama got all her snuggling in! Hooray! Lots of smiles from our girls, a few giggles, and a much more content baby...
...until we hit bath time. Whoa, nelly. Bath time, which is usually an enjoyable experience for Nylabear, was a disaster last night. It all started with getting her undressed, at which time she decided to start peeing. Thankfully I had just removed her diaper, so I was able to cover it up and not make a huge mess. Then it was time to lower her into her bath. She generally will just squeal at first, then starts to laugh and kick her legs. Not last night, though. Blood-curdling, red-face, tense body, white-knuckled screaming and crying. I have no words for the enormous sound that came out of this little baby. And she continued this joyful noise for the entire bath. THE ENTIRE BATH.
Apparently Miss Nyla did not want to have a bath. Well, she had no choice. Homegirl smelled rank. To put into words the odor of her little rolls on her neck is almost impossible. Imagine the musty-ness (mustiness?) of spoiled (breast)milk mixed with four-day-old pancake batter and you have a little idea of what she smelled like pre-bath. So the screaming and crying was worth it when she was done, because there is nothing more precious than the smell of a clean baby. If angels have a smell, I bet they smell like Nylabear fresh out of the bath.
Next bath: Friday. Crossing fingers that she will be a little more positively receptive to the idea of being clean.
...until we hit bath time. Whoa, nelly. Bath time, which is usually an enjoyable experience for Nylabear, was a disaster last night. It all started with getting her undressed, at which time she decided to start peeing. Thankfully I had just removed her diaper, so I was able to cover it up and not make a huge mess. Then it was time to lower her into her bath. She generally will just squeal at first, then starts to laugh and kick her legs. Not last night, though. Blood-curdling, red-face, tense body, white-knuckled screaming and crying. I have no words for the enormous sound that came out of this little baby. And she continued this joyful noise for the entire bath. THE ENTIRE BATH.
Apparently Miss Nyla did not want to have a bath. Well, she had no choice. Homegirl smelled rank. To put into words the odor of her little rolls on her neck is almost impossible. Imagine the musty-ness (mustiness?) of spoiled (breast)milk mixed with four-day-old pancake batter and you have a little idea of what she smelled like pre-bath. So the screaming and crying was worth it when she was done, because there is nothing more precious than the smell of a clean baby. If angels have a smell, I bet they smell like Nylabear fresh out of the bath.
Next bath: Friday. Crossing fingers that she will be a little more positively receptive to the idea of being clean.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The Day After
Yesterday Nylabear had her shots, and we were anticipating a long, sleepless night. She nursed/fed last night around 7 and then promptly fell asleep. No big deal, she usually takes a little nap, then wakes up for her last hoorah of the day, then knocks out for a few hours. We put Nyla in her swing for her little nap and didn't think anything of it.
The nurse said that Nyla would be sleepy from the shots and the blood-curdling crying she did at the doctor's office. So when Nyla was sleepy, we didn't wonder about anything. That is until she was still sleeping (and snoring) at 9 last night. And still sleeping at 10. We decided that we would head off to bed and Paul would get up with her when she inevitably woke up in about an hour. This was a great plan, except she didn't wake up. Our Nylabear didn't wake up until 4:00 A.M. and we had to wake her up! She slept from 7:30 to 4 last night! Wow!
If I would have known she was going to sleep for almost 9 hours, I would have gone to bed at 7:30 with her! She woke up just a happy and hungry little girl. A little fussiness, but nothing like we were anticipating at all! Her legs are still a little tender, but she is feeling significantly better than yesterday. Hooray!
I can't wait to get home and snuggle with her. She was so irritable yesterday that she didn't want to be messed with at all. AT ALL. So it was a no-snuggle day yesterday. But tonight, it's on! I've got two days of stored up kisses and hugs for my babygirl tonight! YAYAYAYAYAYYAAY
The nurse said that Nyla would be sleepy from the shots and the blood-curdling crying she did at the doctor's office. So when Nyla was sleepy, we didn't wonder about anything. That is until she was still sleeping (and snoring) at 9 last night. And still sleeping at 10. We decided that we would head off to bed and Paul would get up with her when she inevitably woke up in about an hour. This was a great plan, except she didn't wake up. Our Nylabear didn't wake up until 4:00 A.M. and we had to wake her up! She slept from 7:30 to 4 last night! Wow!
If I would have known she was going to sleep for almost 9 hours, I would have gone to bed at 7:30 with her! She woke up just a happy and hungry little girl. A little fussiness, but nothing like we were anticipating at all! Her legs are still a little tender, but she is feeling significantly better than yesterday. Hooray!
I can't wait to get home and snuggle with her. She was so irritable yesterday that she didn't want to be messed with at all. AT ALL. So it was a no-snuggle day yesterday. But tonight, it's on! I've got two days of stored up kisses and hugs for my babygirl tonight! YAYAYAYAYAYYAAY
Monday, June 6, 2011
It's Coming Out Both Ends
A little disaster of an evening is what we're having tonight. While burping Nyla, she started to spit up. While spitting up, she also started to drop a deuce. Outstanding. So now we have two smelly bodily functions going at the same time: baby formula barf, which smells like rotten mashed potatoes, and just vile baby poop. How delicious.
Our Nylabear isn't feeling very hot tonight, though. Today she went in for her shots at the doctor. Paul took her and had to hold her while the nurse injected her. He said that she screamed...bloody murder, complete with crocodile tears. I'm happy that Paul had to do this and not me because I would have cried uncontrollably and probably would have assaulted the nurse. Needless to say, she's feeling a little out of sorts tonight. We can't put much pressure on her thighs because they're pretty tender and she cries if they're touched. Poor babygirl. Tonight is going to be all about snuggling our girl to let her know that we are here for her. I'm not going to be surprised if I sleep on the couch with her.
On the plus side, we got her weight and height today. She is 14lbs 3oz (normal for her age) and 25 inches long! Wow! The doctor says that she is at the top of the percentile for height, meaning she's very long/tall for her age! Hooray!
Nylabear, I hope you feel better soon. Mommy and Daddy don't like seeing you in pain. :(
Our Nylabear isn't feeling very hot tonight, though. Today she went in for her shots at the doctor. Paul took her and had to hold her while the nurse injected her. He said that she screamed...bloody murder, complete with crocodile tears. I'm happy that Paul had to do this and not me because I would have cried uncontrollably and probably would have assaulted the nurse. Needless to say, she's feeling a little out of sorts tonight. We can't put much pressure on her thighs because they're pretty tender and she cries if they're touched. Poor babygirl. Tonight is going to be all about snuggling our girl to let her know that we are here for her. I'm not going to be surprised if I sleep on the couch with her.
On the plus side, we got her weight and height today. She is 14lbs 3oz (normal for her age) and 25 inches long! Wow! The doctor says that she is at the top of the percentile for height, meaning she's very long/tall for her age! Hooray!
Nylabear, I hope you feel better soon. Mommy and Daddy don't like seeing you in pain. :(
Friday, June 3, 2011
Humongous Underwear Strikes Again
I can't help wearing these humongous underwear! They're so comfortable! I, honest to God, never EVER thought I would utter those words. But alas, it is true. underwear the size of a parachute is the most comfortable to wear after having a baby. TMI? Probably, but it's the truth. For all you shaking your head in shame at me, don't point your finger and laugh too quickly! It might be you one day going, "Elizabeth was right. These underwear that tuck underneath my boobs are comfortable." Don't say I didn't tell you so.
In other news, Nyla barfed down my chest again last night. She's so kind.
This is my life.
In other news, Nyla barfed down my chest again last night. She's so kind.
This is my life.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Time With Daddy
Paul is definitely enjoying his time home with Nylabear. They spend the day laughing at each other and snuggling. I'm totally jealous!
The first day home with her, Paul gave Nyla his speech about his philosophy on life. Will he tell me what he told her? No. It's apparently a father/daughter secret. Knowing Paul, it's probably something about how action movies are the best and camouflage is the best print and how she can never EVER date.
Has she done anything exciting? No. Has she pooped on him? No. She seems to save all those little gems for her mother. Isn't that sweet of her?!
What I do know is that I miss her tremendously during the work day now that she's not downstairs in the nursery. I come home from work, walk straight in the house, and snatch her from Paul and we snuggle, snuggle, snuggle! I love our little monkey girl!
Paul has been taking some pretty precious pictures of our girl while he's been home. Below is my favorite. She's a sweet monkey girl!
The first day home with her, Paul gave Nyla his speech about his philosophy on life. Will he tell me what he told her? No. It's apparently a father/daughter secret. Knowing Paul, it's probably something about how action movies are the best and camouflage is the best print and how she can never EVER date.
Has she done anything exciting? No. Has she pooped on him? No. She seems to save all those little gems for her mother. Isn't that sweet of her?!
What I do know is that I miss her tremendously during the work day now that she's not downstairs in the nursery. I come home from work, walk straight in the house, and snatch her from Paul and we snuggle, snuggle, snuggle! I love our little monkey girl!
Paul has been taking some pretty precious pictures of our girl while he's been home. Below is my favorite. She's a sweet monkey girl!
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