They Should Put That On The Label

We've switched Nyla to soy formula because it says it's easier on the tummy for babies to digest. Also some of my family and friends who are mommies have told us that it's better for babies. Right on!

Well what everyone, including the packaging company, failed to tell us is that her poop would be like logs and she would have a hell of a time getting it out! Our poor baby Nylabear. She is super struggling with pooping. Who would've thought that going to the bathroom is this hard? Hmmm...I'm thinking that Nyla is a little young to be having log poops. Shouldn't she still be having that peanut butter textured green stuff? Bleh. Well, whatever shape it comes out, it still smells the same: heinous.

Also I've come to notice that it is a reality that my life revolves around her pooping. My life revolves around baby poop. Great. I have many worries in my life: money, job, happiness, Okie's barfing up my socks. But my number one worry is Nyla's poop. This is my life.

Lastly, later this week, my blog will be taken over by my husband for a few days. He's going to be staying home with Nylabear as we get ready to move to the Portland area. Paul didn't have much time with her right after she was born, so he's excited to get a week and a half with our girl all to himself. I'm excited to hear about his adventures with Nyla-the crying, the pooping, the barfing. It's going to be great!

"I'm excited, guys."

How Do Moms Do It?

Two things.

1. Nyla slept through the night last night. The WHOLE night! Yes! Yes! Yes! I feel renewed.

2. How do non-coffee drinking moms get through the day? The morning?? It's like I open my eyes in the morning and the first thought that goes through my mind is "triple grande nonfat stirred caramel macchiato." (Yeah, I'm that person at Starbucks)

I have a morning routine. Wake up, change Nyla, nurse her, then coffee. It's like clockwork every morning and usually is occurring right around 5:30-6. I have tried to go the morning without my coffee...it's not cute. Not cute at all. My coffee is my link to reality, my little "welcome to the world, Elizabeth" everyday. And with me being in such a haze each morning from middle of the night feedings, I need it!

But what I need more than anything is an espresso machine so I can make my foo-foo drink myself! That would make this whole process even better! Oh Nachoooooooooooo....

Well, I'm a Mom

Here are the ways I know that I'm a mother:

1. I have a child.

2. I also have a little flabby area above my "credit cards" that are remnants of a 9-month inflation.

3. I leave the house looking a mess in pajamas to go through the drive-thru for coffee right after nursing the baby. Today I went in purple coffee pajamas with a red Oklahoma jacket and grey house slippers...cuuuuuute.


4. I now wear jeans that are classified as "high rise" which means I have a mom-butt*.

5. I pulled my underwear above my pants (ON PURPOSE) because it was more comfortable.

6. I wear underwear that is actually big enough to pull above my pants.

7. I cut my hair short (thankfully it's super cute!).

8. I'm struggling to buy anything for me, and will buy everything for Nylabear...except coffee. I have no problems buying that.

9. I sing crappy lullabies with no melody to Nyla because I think she likes it. Example lullaby: "Oooooh Nylaaaaa you are so sweet and your feet are cuteeeeeeeeee and we're walking around the house and mommmmmmyyyy needs to do the laundryyyyyyyyy" I'm a natural born songwriter.


10. I love my Nylabear more than life itself. That's how I really know I'm a mama.

Loving it!

Hi everyone.

*mom butt: where the back pockets of your pants are not on your buttcheeks, but on your back, thus making your ass look like the size of Zimbabwe. Mothers like this style because it enables them to wear their pants directly underneath their boobs. It's all about the comfort, I'm telling you!

She's None Too Happy

As a forewarning, this post is all about poop.

Our girl was none too happy last night...all day actually. She was constipated. And if I thought she was constipated before, I was wrong. This was true, stuck in butt, difficult to push out, painful constipation for our girl.

After a few hours of pushing to no avail, I decided that I would take her diaper down a little bit and push her legs back when she was trying to push out her poop. That's right, I was going to help her push her poop out. This is my life.

She finally did poop, and it wasn't regular baby splatter poop. She had a solid log. No wonder it was hurting her! I'm thinking she's a little young to be having those solid poo-poos! She should still be crapping peanut butter texture stuff.

How sad. My life is totally consumed by Nyla's pooping: its color, texture, smell, frequency...I'm just ready for her to be regular! Then maybe I can start worrying about other things--like baby barf. :)

Growth Spurt #2

Wowza. Our little girl is a growing machine. We're in growth spurt #2 right now and she's eating all the time! Our Nylabear is going to be a grown girl before we know it! But with this hungriness also comes a ridiculous amount of fussiness. OMG this weekend was just torture! Crying, crying, crying, whining, whining, whining. Usually she's not a fussy baby, but man! She was ridiculous this past weekend. And last night, she didn't sleep that well either. She woke up at 1 a.m. which is a time we haven't seen in weeks because she's been sleeping so good. This morning, though, she was a hungry hippo! It came to a point where I didn't even put my shirt back on...I just put her down, laying next to me, and let her nurse when she wanted. You know those pictures of newborn puppies nursing on their mamas? Yeah, that's what Nyla and I looked like.

In other news, we've switched her formula to a soy formula. Yes, we've become those people. It seems easier on her tummy, as she pooped twice in one day when we started her on it. Yep, we judge how much she likes the food by how she poops. Ahhh life is fun. But don't worry; we won't be buying her any organic clothing...yet.

Today Nyla also barfed on another student. Is it wrong for me to laugh? I'm just happy it wasn't me for once! She still has a really enjoyable habit of barfing down my boobs. What a wonderful moment that is, feeling and smelling soy formula dripping down my chest. Thank you, Nyla. You are a gem. :)

Someone Has Her Fussy Pants On

Holy fussy baby!

Nyla has been a fussy little girl the last two or three days. In general, she's a calm baby who only throws a little fit when she's hungry. Not the last few days though! It seems like NOTHING is calming to her. Not bottles, not boobie, not swinging, not playing with her toys. NOTHING.

Well, not nothing. She likes to be held. All the time, even when she's sleeping. But think about the complex we'd give her if we held her every waking second. We don't want her to be overly dependent on someone holding her everyday.

I checked online and it says that babies between 8-10 weeks go through their second growth spurt. That explains everything! We're attributing her fussiness to growing. And Lord knows, she is growing. At 9 weeks today, she is already wearing 3-6 month clothes...and the ones with the footies are snug.  Some of them are so snug in the crotch, her diaper is about to be a camel toe. That's snug.

In other news, her poop is also maturing. What once was peanut-butter like and didn't really have that bad of an odor has morphed into cake icing textured, just flat-out heinous smelling poo. The kind that chokes you a little bit when you open the diaper. Our home is so small that if she poops while she's in the living room, you can smell it in the bedroom...when the doors are closed. And this smell is one you can't shake for awhile. Uncle Woody says that he smelled it for days after babysitting on Friday. What's totally rancid is that this smell will be like roses compared to the scent when she starts eating actual food. Bleh. Thankfully, we have managed to successfully keep her poops in her diapers instead of on us! Small victories for the Ellis family!

Nyla's a Good Girl!

Well, Uncle Woody's first venture into babysitting went wonderfully! I don't think he put her down at all today, just snuggled snuggled snuggled! When Paul got home this afternoon, he found Wood asleep with Nyla passed out on his chest. Awww...Uncle Woody loves his niece.

As predicted, Nyla started Woody's day off with a "fat deuce" as he calls it. Paul and I call it a poopy diaper. Apparently she pooped almost immediately after I left this morning. Full diaper full of poo. Good morning to you, Uncle Woody. He says that it was disgusting. Good girl, Nyla! Then it was a day filled with feeding, a little fussiness, and a whole lot of snuggling.

I hope my Nyla-girl was good for Woody. I think she was because he even offered to do it again sometime! YES! I tried not to be psycho-mom and call him fifty million times today. I think I only called him once and text him once or twice. But you know I was curious all day!

Thanks Wood for watching our girl today! Come back next time and we'll get her to barf on you. :)