Thursday, December 19, 2013

A rant on my baby's needs

I'm typing this with one hand while my baby drifts off to sleep in my arms. We are snuggled close, rocking in the rocking chair. These are my favorite moments. My baby is peaceful in my arms. He can hear my heart beat. We keep each other warm. He knows he is safe. I wouldn't trade the time I spend rocking my baby for anything. 

But there is a bit of controversy. You see, Wilson is a high needs baby. (Please go google Dr. Sears and the high needs baby. It describes Wilson to a t). He needs to be held about 75% of his waking hours and 100% during his napping hours. So I hold him sometimes 12 hours a day. Not most days, but some. If he is in a bad mood or especially clingy, I hold him. It's the only thing that will calm him. It's the only way he naps. We rock and rock and rock. It's what makes him happy. 

It's been suggested by just about everyone (my husband included) that I have spoiled wilson. That if I would just put him down, he would get used to it. That I can't hold him forever. That he only cries because he knows that he will be held. 

And it makes me so dang mad. No one knows my baby like I do. I know everyone means well, but they don't know my baby. They don't know the type of parent I want to be. They don't know our bond. 

Wilson wants to be held because it comforts him. He is an infant, so he doesn't have ulterior motives. He only knows that he needs to be held. He needs support and comfort. I can give him those things. Yes, that means I have to sacrifice by being stuck in a rocking chair hours at a time, but I'm ok with that. I'm lucky that I get to stay home with Wilson. I am capable of meeting his every need, so why shouldn't I? 

I don't believe in letting him cry. I think he is far too little to deny his needs. He doesn't know why he needs to be held, but he does know he needs his mom right now. He needs me. He doesn't understand that it's not a life or death situation. To him and his infant brain,it is. For whatever reason, he needs to be held like he needs his bottle. It's that important to him. 

So I hold him. And I will continue to hold him as long as he needs me to. One day, he won't need me to hold him. He will go off on his own. But he will be confident that his mom will always be there to hold him, if he needs it. Whether he is 2 or 22 or 52, I will always be there to hold and comfort my baby. As much as he needs, for as long as he needs. 

This got a little ranty so,sorry for that. I am not being critical of anyone. I know everyone is trying to help and I'm grateful to have everyone's opinions. 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

The best day ever

My wedding day and Wilson's birthday are not the best day of my life. Shocking, right? They are the second and third best days of my life, respectively. My wedding narrowly beats out Wilson's birth because there was champagne an no needles. 

No, the best day of my life was the day we found out Wilson was a boy.



 And it wasn't the best day because he
 was a boy. I actually thought I really wanted a girl. But the moment the ultrasound lady said the words "it's a boy", my world felt complete. 

I was having a boy. A healthy baby boy. In that moment, I felt more happiness and joy than I ever thought possible. I was elated and so full of love.



I probably would have felt exactly the same if Wilson had been a girl. It was just knowing that was amazing. There aren't many big surprises in life as an adult, but finding out the sex of my child was like Christmas morning times ten. 

I was so anxious and nervous until I just couldn't stand it. One moment I was a ball of nerves, and the moment we found out, the greatest feelings of love and happiness washed over me. It felt perfect. 

I don't think I quit smiling that whole day after we found out. The thought of my baby boy overwhelmed my mind. He was perfect and our family was perfect. I don't really believe that things are meant to be, but if anything in this world was meant to happen, this baby boy was meant to be in our family. I can't imagine anything different. I just feels so right. 

So that was the day that everything came together. The day that I knew that I was going to have a son. The day that gave me the biggest, best high I could ever feel. It was truly the best day ever. 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A day in the life

I wanted to write down what a normal day looks like for our family at this stage. It's my intention to do one of these posts every few months to compare and look for growth. I'm sure one day I will look back on this and think about the "good old days". 

Monday December 16, 2013

6:45- I hear Wilson waking up. He slept through the whole night and wakes up happy. I nudge Caleb to go make the baby a bottle and change his diaper. 

7:00 - I get Wilson from his crib and we settle into the rocking chair. Caleb gets ready for work and Wilson slowly takes his 6 ounce bottle. 

8:00 - Wilson sits in his play chair on the kitchen table while I eat breakfast. Caleb leaves for work. 



8:30 - Wilson plays in his chair with toys while I do a few dishes or other chores. 

9:00 - Wilson gets sleepy so I make him a 1 ounce bottle and he drinks himself to sleep. I rock him while he naps. 



11:30 - Wilson wakes up. Poops. We change his diaper and put his day clothes on. 

12:00 - Caleb comes home for lunch. He and I eat and he plays with the baby some. Changes his diaper before he leaves. 

1:00 - Wilson takes another 6 ounce bottle. 

1:30 - Wilson plays with his kick and play gym in his crib while I get dressed, put on make up and brush my hair.

2:00 - Wilson falls asleep for his afternoon nap. 

3:30 - I wake Wilson up so we can go on a walk outside. I change his diaper. We put on his jacket and grab a blanket. 



4:15 - We get back from our walk. Tummy time/play time on the floor until Caleb gets home. 



5:00 - Calev gets home and takes the baby. I start making dinner. Wilson takes another 4 ounce bottle and a quick cat nap. Clean diaper for Wilson. 

6:30 - Dinner time for Caleb and me. Wilson sits in his play seat and our laps as we eat. 

7:00 - We clean up a bit and play with Wilson. Just have family time. 

7:45 - Wilson takes a bath. Gets lotion, a clean diaper, and his pajamas on. 

8:20 - We turn the lights down and make Wilson a 6 ounce bottle. I feed him and rock him while Caleb and I watch some TV. 

9:00 - Wilson falls asleep. Caleb goes to bed. 

9:30 - I put Wilson in his crib for the night. 

9:45 - I go to bed. 




Friday, December 13, 2013

A quiet thought

It's 9:23 and my child is still asleep. And I'm up. Not sure how that happened, but I'm enjoying my quiet moment this morning. Quiet moments, that don't involve a 3 month old attached to me, are  few and far between these days. 

Caleb and I have been under a lot of stress these past few months. When we found out I was pregnant, we were both full time students without much of a plan. We were anxious. We were worried. But everything has worked out beautifully for us. Caleb has an amazing job that he loves and he is a semester away from his master's degree. And somehow, the cards fell in a way that allowed me to stay home with Wilson, at least for a little while. I feel like we are living the dream most days. 

But there are still worries and stress. We don't ever seem to have quite enough money or time or energy. We could chose to be consumed by that stress. To keep it on our minds day and night. 

But we choose not to. We choose happiness. We choose love. We choose peace. 

Because, in the end, we will work it all out. We always have. Enough will be provided for us. 

My child has woken up and is gleefully banging his arms on the rails of his crib. Not sure why he thinks that is fun, but he does. I'm going to go get my happy baby. 


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Food and family

Let me start by saying that I am definitely not a food blogger or even a good cook. Like not even close. But since I've become a stay at home mom, I've started to have the desire to cook real, homemade food for my family. Right now I'm just cooking for me and my husband, but before too long, Wilson will be eating, too. I've realized that it's important for me to start the habit of preparing meals now, so Wilson will always expect a family dinner. 

I think family meal time is one of the most important aspects of creating a supportive, open, and communicative family unit. Dinner time is a time for everyone to share about their day, relax, and just enjoy the food and the company. Family dinner will always be a priority in our home. Even now, we put Wilson in his bumbo, high chair, or in our laps as we all sit at the table and eat. As he gets older, I want him to look forward to our family time each night. 

Since I'm not employed outside the home right now, I take most of the responsibility in preparing dinner. 6 months ago, I could make hamburger helper and boxed macaroni and cheese and that's about it. But after reading lots of food blogs and watching hours of The Food Network, I built up a working knowledge of basic recipes and skills. And now, I think I'm pretty decent in the kitchen. My husband (almost) always likes the things I make and is always appreciative to have a hot, homemade meal. It makes me happy to make a dinner for us both to enjoy together. It really warms my heart to think of our family dinners in the coming years. 

So if you're a newbie cook like me, let me let you in on my biggest secret. Go immediately to The Pioneer Woman's website and just scroll through her recipes. Seriously, go do it. All of her food is so familiar and accessible to the average home cook. There arent any fancy ingredients, no difficult techniques, just pure and simple good food. There are step by step instructions and, the best part, pictures of what every step looks like.  She is seriously my hero. She has made me a decent cook. I will forever love her. (And if anyone wants to buy me a Christmas gift, I would die over her cook book.) 

Here are just a few things I've made in the past couple of months. Almost all of them are thanks to the Pioneer Woman. They have all been hits so far. 


Chicken tetrazzini 


Spicy sausage pasta


Risotto


Asian stir fried beef and peppers

O and our new house has a gas stove. I love it buy have yet to figure out its "quirks". Someone come teach me how to use a gas stove? 

Monday, December 9, 2013

Wilson's Christmas List


Since Wilson is still so little, I didn't want to go overboard with his Christmas this year. That's not to say I didn't buy him more than I should have, because I definitely did, but it's mostly little things this year. Caleb and I actually have a rule about gifts for our children. "One thing you want, one thing you need, one thing to wear, and one thing to read". I read that somewhere a long time ago but it sounds like a policy we would like to stick to with our kids. 

Clearly, as the photo above shows, I did not stick to that so much this year. But again, Wilson is so small he has no clue what's going on. So I think I'm allowed a pass on the rule this year, or at least I hope my husband thinks so. 

Wilson's big gift from mom and dad was his play seat. And I'm not going to lie, I gave it to him the day we got it and it is a life saver. He loves sitting in it. I think I might wrap it up Christmas Eve and let him open it Christmas morning just so we will have the pictures. 

The rest of his things are from Santa and are just small toys and books. I am realizing I tend to be attracted to more "old school" toys and books. I'm sure there are lots of great newer toys, but does a 3 month old really need a toy with 4665 lights and sounds? I think not. 

So there is baby Wilson's first Christmas list. With all of his grandparent, great grandparents, and aunt and uncles, I'm pretty sure he is going to rack up this year. 

Friday, December 6, 2013

Why I Write

This will probably be an overly emotional and scatter brained post. But it's something I really want to write down. It's not easy to talk about, but it's important to me. So please, bear with me. 

Writing here on this blog has become really important to me since Wilson has been born. I don't really care too much about who reads it or if I have a "popular" blog. Because I'm not writing this for anyone except myself and my son. 

I'm writing because I want my son to have a record of me. What I thought, felt, how I loved him, my struggles and my happiness. I want my son to have a picture of who I am as his mother and as a person. Because I know first hand how priceless and important that is. 

Hopefully, I will be able to tell Wilson all of the stories of when he was little. Hopefully when he is grown and has children of his own, He can call me and I can give him advice. Hopefully, I can tell him how much I love him every single day. 

But I know from the loss of my own mother, that I may not always be here. I probably will have a long, happy life with my son, but it is far from guaranteed. So I write from that fear. I write because it is my absolute greatest fear that I will leave my son with no record of myself as a woman, wife, and mother.  

My mother died when I was 6. As a 6 year old, I barely recognized that my mom was anything else except my mother. She took care of me, played with me, taught me. I wasn't capable of understanding her many other roles. Hell, I barely understood her role as a mother. She just was there. I didn't know or appreciate the things she did for me. 

And it sucks when you're 6 and your mom dies. But as a 6 year old, you don't really understand what that means. The worst part of losing your mom at 6 is that the grief gets worse as time passes, nt better. As I got older, I started to understand more and more of what I lost. As a young teen, I realized I lost my biggest female role model. As a teenager, I realized I lost a friend and confidant. When I got married, I realized I lost what marriage looked like for my parents. When I became an adult, I realized I lost a complex, unique, and flawed person. I know now my mother was so many things. She was a friend, a daughter, a wife, a journalist, and my mother. And I don't know her.  I have no way of knowing who my mother was. 

And that is what makes me most sad.  That she was this dynamic person that I know little to nothing about. I don't know what her favorite color was, or if she was a feminist, or even what made her happy. I just don't know. And there is this huge void in myself because I don't know. I don't know the woman who I came from. I don't know where I came from. 

So I want to make sure my son never feels that void. That if something does happen to me, he has a picture of me here. He has my words. He has in writing just how much I love him. I would do anything to have that from my mother. 

I guess it's a little morbid to have a blog just in case I die. But it's a reality I know. And if I can spare my son any heartbreak or sadness in the future, then I am going to. So this blog is for you, Wilson. So you can know me as your mother, your dad's wife, and as a person. 

Santa or not?

Santa Claus. Saint Nicholas. The big red guy with the beard. I'm not sure what to do about Santa. 

Before we had Wilson, Caleb and I kind of thought we wouldn't teach our children to believe in Santa. We never talked about it in great detail but we figured why tell our kid something as ridiculous as a dude in a sleigh with magic reindeer travels the world in one night and gives kids toys? I mean, come on, that's such a silly notion. I actually hope Wilson is smart enough to realize just how silly it is and realize there is no way for that to be real. But as smart as Wilson surely will be, I doubt that will happen for a few years. So I have to decide.

Now that Wilson is here, not telling him about Santa is proving to be harder than I imagined. First, Santa is everywhere! You can't listen to Christmas music or watch tv without a mention of Santa at least every commercial break. And Wilson has grandparents and great grandparents that automatically think Wilson will believe in Santa. Even though he is way too young to know what's going on, I cringe every time someone tells him to be good so Santa will come visit him. No. Just no. Santa is not a tool for manipulation. That just seems to wrong to me. To create this big lie and then use it to manipulate your kids behavior. I know, my kid doesn't "misbehave" yet so I can't really judge, but in theory I very much disagree with lying and manipulating. I don't want to don that to Wilson. 

On the other hand, Christmas makes my heart so happy. It really is a magical time of year, and it's even more so with a child. Wilson and I have been listening to Christmas music all day, everyday and I cry at least 3 times a day. The whole season is about love, hope, warmth, and family. My little son has made me realize more than ever how important those things can be. Christmas is about tradition and memory making. I cannot wait for Wilson to experience Christmas. And Santa definitely feels like an important part of the Christmas tradition. 

I want to take Wilson to get his picture taken with Santa. I want him to leave out cookies and milk. I want him to write letter to Santa. I want him to look out his window Christmas Eve night and try to find Rudolph's red nose. I have happy memories of my childhood doing these things and I want Wilson to have those happy memories.  

So yes it is silly. And yes I am technically lying to my son. But when he is little, I want him to experience the wonder and magic of Christmas. He has his whole life to figure out the lies in the world. When he is little, I think he deserves to believe in something a little magical. 

I still have at least two Christmases until Wilson will really "get" what Santa is, so I reserve the right to change my mind. But definitely this year, I will tell him about Santa and the magic of Christmas. 


Thursday, December 5, 2013

Wilson - 3 months



My little man is three months old today! I can't believe my baby is already 1/4 of a year old. Watching him grow is the best, but I already miss his infancy. Here is what he has been up to this month. 

- He is 25 1/2 inches long and I'm guessing he is around 16 pounds. We don't have a scale or a doctors appointment this month, but I'm willing to bet he has doubled his birthweight already. Little dude is heavy! 

- Wilson will sometimes sleep through the night, but he usually wakes up once between 3-5 for a bottle. Bed time is around 10:30 and he usually wakes up around 7:30-8:30. 

-We transitioned him to his crib in his room a few weeks ago. It took a few nights for him to get situated, but he does fine now. He rolls all over the crib in his sleep. 

- Speaking of rolling, he rolled from his tummy to his back yesterday. I don't think it was intentional, but he made it. 

- Naps are still great as long as he is being held. He takes a morning nap and a afternoon nap that are 2-3 hours. He still just dozes in the evenings. 

- Last month I was worried about his progress with tummy time, but he has been doing great this month. He holds his head and shoulders up with no problems. We do it most nights for 15-20 minutes. 

- Wilson eats a 4 ounce bottle when he wakes up in the morning, one around 12-1, and another around 4-5. I make his last bottle of the day 6 ounces, but he rarely eats it all. He takes it around 9. When he wakes in the middle of the night, he gets whatever is left of his last bottle. His eating has really slacked off, which is slightly concerning. Hopefully it's just a slow growing phase. 

- Wilson rarely cries unless he is hungry or sleepy. Usually it's just when he is sleepy. He has started fighting going to sleep, so he always fusses. He certainly didn't get his sleep habits from me or Caleb. We both love our sleep. 

- He is in size 2 diapers comfortably. He wears a mixture of some 3 months (which are really getting too small), 3/6 months, 6 months and even a few 6/9 months. The 6 month stuff definitely fits him best. 

- Likes: strolling in the big boy part of his stroller, taking his clothes off, playing on the big bed, baths, his kick and play gym 

- Dislikes: loud noises, bed/nap time, being ignored, not being able to sit up and see what's going on


Wilson had such a great month. He met so many new people at Thanksgiving and did great with our move into our new house. I'm so proud of every little achievement and I'm so honored to be Wilson's mom. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

What's in a name?


Wilson Alva Clark Boettcher. That's my son's full name. Yes, it's a mouthful. Yes, it sounds like a 70 year old man. Yes, the two middle names are a bit much. Yes, he will probably hate Alva and never use it. 

But I absolutely adore his name. Every time I see it written or I tell someone his whole name, I get the biggest smile. His name is jam packed with meaning for Caleb and me. I can't wait to tell Wilson all about the special people he was named after. And since he is an extra special boy, he deserves an extra special name. 

Caleb and I had actually had another boy name in mind that we decided on a long time ago, before we even considered actually having a kid. Our boy was going to be James Paul Clark. That name has tons of meaning too, and if we have another boy, that will probably be his name (except change Clark to Rufus). So when we found out we were pregnant, I didn't even really think of boy names, I was happy with what we already decided. But one night, on our way home, I asked Caleb if he could name the baby anything he wanted, what would he choose? And Caleb said he would name him after a great scientist, like Edward Wilson. And in that moment, something clicked in my head. Wilson. I had never thought of that name until that moment, but as soon as I thought it, I knew that was going to be his name. I actually had to convince Caleb to give up our other name, that Wilson was beyond perfect for our son. And after a few days, he came around. And just like that, our baby had a first name. Inspired by a great writer and scientist. I can only hope that Wilson will be curious about his name sake and pick up some of his books one day. And then maybe Wilson will become a great scientist in his own right. 

We both loved the name Clark for years and never doubted that would be our son's middle name. It is my maternal grandmother's maiden name. My gran is such a special person to both Caleb and me. She is so gracious, kind, warm and loving. She has faced a lot of adversity in her life, but she still remains happy and loving. I hope Wilson sees these qualities in her and creates them in himself. 

Alva was decided on literally about a week before Wilson was born. Caleb always liked the idea of giving our kids three names (a first name and two middle names). I wasn't so sure about it until my last few weeks of pregnancy when I got terribly bored and needed something to do. So I thought up a list of potential extra names. August was our first choice because We liked the flow of W.A.C. Boettcher but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted the name to be significant,not just something random. And as September rolled in and it became apparent we would have a September baby instead of August, I thought of my maternal grandfather, who's birthday was in September. He passed away when I was 10 but I feel like I owe a lot to him. He had a huge hand in shaping the person I would become. He was very smart and really Instilled a love for learning in me as a child. I have many fond memories of him reading to me and playing imaginative games with me. I really hope I can be a great teacher like that for Wilson. So Alva it was. 

We didn't tell anyone about Wilson's extra name until after it was on the birth certificate. I don't think anyone would have criticized it, but I didn't want anyone's opinion on the matter. I knew that it was my son's name. There is no way he could be anyone else. 

Two kind of funny things happened with Wilson's name that I didn't plan for, but are happy accidents. First, I have always wanted to honor my mom (who died when I was little) in some way with my children. Unfortunately, her name and it's variants are not my style at all so I knew I wouldn't name my kids after her. But, in a way I did because I named Wilson after both of her parents. It's special to think that the memories of my maternal grandparents and my mother are all tied together into Wilson's name. Which really, isn't that what a baby is anyway? He is The sum of all of our families mashed together into one new person.

Also, my Grandaddy didn't go by Alva. He was Bud to his friends and family. Somehow and completely unintentionally , I got into the habit of calling Wilson "Bud" or "Little Bud". I didn't even make that connection back to his name sake until my gran pointed it out. It's so sweet and I'm so glad my baby boy has such a big, meaningful name. 


Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Attachment

While we were visiting everyone for Thanksgiving and passing Wilson around from grandma to grandma, I realized how well I know my baby. And how well he knows me. While Wilson does ok when others hold him, he really would prefer me. Especially if he is upset. No one else seems to hold his bottle right or comfort him the way he likes. My grandmother suggested that I have already "spoiled" my baby but I don't think I have. He is just used to me. He spends all of his time with me. So of course he wants me. I'm what he knows best. 

And I want him right back. It is so hard for me to let others attempt to comfort him. I know they love him and want to help, but in my mind, I can't help but to want to scoop him up and give him what I know he wants. I know his hungry cry from his bored cry. I know when the hands go in his mouth, he is usually tired, not hungry. If one more person tries to put a pacifier (that he doesn't like) in his mouth I might lose it. But I have to remind myself that they are trying to help, that they are doing what worked for them. I have to remind myself that they don't know Wilson, but they are trying to get to know him. I need to let them try. 

It's amazing how in tune I am to my baby's needs. He can't really communicate what he wants but I still know. Before I became a mom, I never realized I could know so much about such a little person. He is only 3 months old, but I'm learning his personality. It's almost instinctual the ways we know each other. I realize now they no one knows my baby like I do, and that feels pretty special. 


Sunday, December 1, 2013

Thanksgiving

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought I might write a bit about what I'm most thankful for and recap our holiday week. The holiday itself, with the pilgrims and Indians, is a bit flawed. I don't support or celebrate foreign invaders wiping out whole native populations, which is what really happened, but I think of Thanksgiving a bit less literally. For me, it's more about everyone stopping their busy lives for just one day to collectively reflect on and appreciate the things we have. 

I have so much to be thankful for this year. My happy, healthy, growing son is at the top of my list. In just a few days Wilson will be 3 months old.  He is such a joy for me, Caleb and everyone who meets him. 


His first Thanksgiving was a huge success. He met so many new friends and family members. I even let him try a bite of mashed potatos but he wasn't so sure. I think he will stick to bottles for now. 


I'm also incredibly thankful for my husband. He does so much for me and our family. He found us a great house and worked hard this weekend to get us moved in. He is always willing to help me out with Wilson and reminds me I'm an awesome mom when I need it most. We are each other's support through good and bad. I am so grateful for our marriage. 


We could not have had a happy Thanksgiving without visiting with our families. There is always an abundance of love whenever we all get together. It was great to introduce baby Wilson to his extended family as well as give him some quality time with his grandparents and aunt/uncles. It makes my heart so happy to see how much my baby is loved. 


It was a busy but so happy holiday. It makes me so excited for the Christmas season. I knew my life would be better with Wilson but I never would have imagined just how special the holiday season would be. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

A baby changes everything

I am not a morning person. Never have been and never will be. Even as a baby, i wanted to stay up until midnight and sleep most of the morning. I just do not function like a normal person before 10 am. No matter how many Mountain Dews I have, I am sleepy, groggy and grumpy. This is a bit problematic as my son thinks 8am is sleeping late. Usually he is up around 6:30 or 7. I always let him cry for just a few minutes, begging the gods that he will quiet himself down and go back to sleep. So far, this has worked 0 times, but I'm still trying. 

But I'll reluctantly go pick him up, pouting the whole way to the crib, praying that he will have my sleeping habits as he gets older. I'm bleary eyed and quiet as I look into Wilson's crib, but he senses its me. It's his mama, his favorite person in the whole world. He sees me and gives me a big, gummy baby smile and coo. And in that moment, no matter how sleepy I am, I am thankful to be awake with my sweet boy. The grump fades, I smile back at him, scoop him up and give him 10,000 morning kisses. (Maybe not 10,00 but its a whole bunch) 

They say that having a baby changes you. And I knew in some ways, my life would change. But I never would have imagined just how much life would change; how much I would change as a person. How little things like waking up in the mornings would change my whole mindset. This little person I made is growing and changing every day, but he is also helping me grow and change. Being a mom, just for 12 weeks has already fundamentally changed me. And it is for the better. Motherhood makes me better. Wilson makes me better. And with each day, I only hope I can grow and change more, change into the best mama that I can be. He deserves nothing less. 


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Sometimes spit up happens at the right moment

Sometime I find myself getting ahead of myself. I start thinking about Wilson's first day of kindergarten and then sending him off to college and then him getting married. Imagining what all these life events will hold for him and me as his mom. And while I am so excited for him to grow and learn, I often get really sad. I don't want him to grow. If he grows, he will be more independent and need me less. I need my baby to need me. 

Yesterday I was talking to Caleb and Wilson. I was telling Wilson that he better marry a woman (or man) that I get along with, that I most certainly wasn't going to give away my baby boy to just anyone. I started to tear up when I reminded Wilson that no one will ever EVER love him as much as I do. And I full on started crying when I realized that one day, Wilson may love his wife (or husband) more than me. 

So I'm sobbing at the notion of my baby boy being grown and leaving me when Wilson gets this huge grin and then spits up everywhere!

And all I could do was laugh (and clean him up, of course). He brought me out of that scene 25 years down the road and very abruptly brought me back to the present. The present where Wilson is an itty bitty baby who still needs me wholeheartedly. He reminded me he is a two month old, and won't be grown for a long time. 

I don't need to worry and cry about what will happen one day. What matters is right now. I don't want to be so caught up in the future that I forget to enjoy the here and now. 

So here is to trying to enjoy these fleeting baby moments. To trying not to worry about the future. And to praying that when Wilson does get married, that his wife understands who was here first. 


Monday, November 18, 2013

These last few days via Instagram







We had a pretty boring weekend of cleaning and packing up for our move, which is happening in just two weeks! So excited!!!! 

Nothing planned for this week either, really. Just hanging out with my main dudes. We will probably go to Kroger at some point. Big living in these parts, folks. 

Friday, November 15, 2013

When it gets hard

O man, being a mom is hard. Hard on your body. Hard on your mind. And especially hard on your heart. I love my baby so incredibly much, it feels like I might explode. 

But you know that. What they don't tell you about motherhood is that sometimes, when you've barely slept and the baby refuses to take his bottle even though you know he is hungry and he fights and fusses with you, sometimes you get frustrated. Frustrated, angry, upset. Not at your baby specifically but just overwhelmed at this whole motherhood thing. That even though you love your baby more than life itself, sometimes you just want to tell him to shut up. Sometimes you just want to have two hours to take a nap without worrying if the baby will wake you up. Sometimes you want to go out with friends. Sometimes you want down time with your husband, Netflix, and a bottle of wine (the whole bottle, not just one glass). 

It's hard. You get selfish. You cry. You even yell sometimes. And then you feel absolutely terrible for feeling any of these things. Which doesn't help the anger or crying. 

But you take a deep breath. You look down at that sweet baby (who finally went to sleep) and remember he is so innocent and he loves and needs you so much right now. You remember that you are so incredibly blessed that you even have this amazing boy at all. That so many women can't have babies or lose their babies. 

And suddenly, being a mom isn't such a burden anymore. Sure, it's still hard, but you remember it is all so so so worth it. Even the hard parts. 


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

The C Word

I had aCaesarian section. And you know what? It wasn't that bad. Really, not bad at all as far as expelling a human from my body goes. 

While I was pregnant, I was terrified of having a c section. I was scared of the surgery itself. I was scared of the recovery. But most of all, I was afraid that having a c section meant I failed at giving birth; that I wasn't a strong enough woman to have my baby "naturally". 

Yikes. Just reading over that makes me cringe. I'm not sure where I got such convoluted notions about what it means to be a woman but I was so wrong. I grew and sustained a new life for 41 weeks and then I safely (with some help from my doctor) brought him into the world. Does it really matter how he came out? Those few moments of his birth do not define me as a mother or as a woman. And even if they did, I made the best decision for my baby's health and safety. So I'm really proud of myself for having the birth experience I did. 



On a less emotional note, let me just say that the c section definitely had some major perks. C sections get such a bad rap, which is why I was so scared, no doubt. But let me give you 5 reasons c sections are pretty awesome. 

1.  Pain is pretty minimal. I was in the unique situation that I never actually felt any contractions or labor pains. I have heard these suck pretty bad but I have no personal experience. So when I was plopped on the operating table, my pain level was around a 2. I got the spinal during and then a dose of morphine and Demerol right after the surgery. I felt nothing waist down between the spinal and 12 hours later. Pain level was maybe a 1. After the heavy duty meds stopped, I could have Tylenol #3 every four hours. For the next couple of days, I was sore and tender, but not in pain. Uncomfortable, yes, but not hurting. Pain level in the hospital never got above a 4.5 and the only reason I started hurting at home was because I was a dummy and thought I didn't need pain meds. As long as you keep your medicine up and move around some, the recovery process isn't bad at all.

2. You bleed less. I don't know why I was so worried about post partum bleeding while I was pregnant, but I was. But since they kind of vacuum you out during surgery, my bleeding was nothing more than a mild/moderate period for less than 2 weeks. Not a big deal at all. 

3.  You can schedule your next birth. If I decide to have another baby (the jury is still out on this) then I will most likely have to have a repeat c section. Which gives me the opportunity to somewhat plan when I will have my baby. C sections can be planned anytime after you hit full term. I absolutely hated waiting around wonder if/when I would go into labor with Wilson. Next time around, the over planner in me can pick a day that works for me and the hospital. No more nervous waiting! 

4.  You get a cool scar. I realize some may not like the scar, which btw is much smaller than I expected. Mine is maybe 4 inches. But I think it looks pretty cool and bad ass. 

5.  Your lady parts stay intact and unharmed. Need I say more? 



So I fully realize that c sections are not the ideal way to give birth. But shit happens while you're giving birth and sometimes they are necessary. There is absolutely no shame in having a c section. In fact, as I listed, it has its advantages. Just embrace whatever birth experience is thrown your way. You are giving life to your baby! It is beautiful no matter what. 

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Missing the belly

Man, I miss being pregnant. Overall, I was very lucky and had an easy and stress free pregnancy. And any complaints I might have had were easily outweighed by the awesomeness that was my baby growing inside me. Those kicks and flutters were the absolute best. I loved having Wilson close to me and knowing he was always ok.  

Caleb and I are seriously thinking that Wilson may be our only baby, so I think that's part of the reason I miss the belly. It was such a sweet, special time for us. I really wish I would have documented it better so I could look back over the years. 

Anyway, just for fun and because I miss my huge belly, here are some pictures. I gained a whopping 40!!! pounds but it was so worth it.


33 weeks


35 weeks


33, 35, 37, and 39 weeks 

Monday, November 11, 2013

Thoughts on marriage

So there are a lot of blog posts floating around about how to do marriage "right". Not to be condescending, but these blog posts have been blowing up my Facebook feed, shared by people who aren't even married. Now I know everyone, especially the un-married, want to know all the secrets for a happy marriage, but I can't help but roll my eyes.  

These blogs all essentially say the same things: loving your spouse is hard work. Put your spouse before yourself. "Date" your spouse. Husbands protect your wives and wives respect your husband. 

But really, I just don't buy into any of that. I love my husband and our marriage but I don't comply with any of this advice. Our marriage isn't work, It's the easiest part of my life. I don't have to work to love my husband, even on his worst days. I think if you have to work to love your spouse, then you married the wrong person. 

I don't have to remind myself to be kind or forgive. Because I love my husband, it comes naturally. Not to say that we don't fight, but it never lasts and we both always apologize, forgive, and move forward. And it's not that we "make" each other apologize, we both come to it on our own because we love each other. It's simple and honest. 

I also really resent advice that advocates men "protecting" or "leading" women. Or encourages women to "submit" to their men. It's such stereotypical, sexist nonsense. No one is the leader in a marriage. It is an equal partnership. There are so many diverse roles and situations that arise in marriage, but I don't see how marriage can be expected to work if one leads and one submits. 

Caleb and I are partners.  We are more than friends or lovers. He is my absolute favorite person and there is no one else I would rather spend any time with. I am 100% comfortable with him. We talk about everything. We are honest with each other. 

There is no "magic" to our love. It is not, nor has it ever been, like a fairy tale. Those expectations lead to failure because real life, and real love, are not showy or flashy. Love is not fireworks or big grand gestures. Love is quiet contentment in everyday life. 

I can't speak for anyone except myself, but I really wish that our society could move past building up "big" love. I wish we could stop prescribing roles for marriage. It's so damaging when love and marriage are built up ( I blame movies and religion). Reality can't compete with that of fairy tales. So if you're searching for that kind of love, it's easy to see why/how marriages fall apart when they can't live up to these absurd standards. Love is so simple, quiet, and steadfast. 

I'm really not trying to give advice. I just hate to see so many young people believe something I know to be so false. I want everyone to be happy and to be in love. It's an amazing experience. 


Friday, November 8, 2013

Five on Friday!

ONE. Wilson took his first trip to Ole Miss yesterday! He had to get his hearing screening there because the hospital didn't give him one when he was born. We didn't get to walk around or look but I told him all about how mommy and daddy fell in love there. I also let him know that in 18 years, I'd be more than happy to drop him off at daddy's old dorm and he could be a second generation Rebel. 



TWO. I am obsessed with The Voice again this year. It came on three nights this week, so the husband was a little annoyed I hogged the tv. 


THREE. Wilson hates tummy time. Like a lot. He never tries to use his shoulders or his neck but tries to poke his butt in the air and kick his legs. I read he is supposed to be able to lift his head off the ground by three months but I don't see that happening. Anyone have any advice on how to encourage him during tummy time? 



FOUR. We are moving into a new house December 1st! I am so excited to finally have our own home and not share walls. And don't even get me started about how excited I am to decorate for Christmas. O man, I can't wait. 


FIVE. I have a lot of baby Wilson post floating around in my head. I love talking about him and I probably get on everyone's nerves but whatever. It's my blog and I'll blog if I want to. 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

My breast feeding journey

I'm going to start off by saying that this is not a "successful" breast feeding story. I am, despite my best intentions and efforts, not breast feeding Wilson. So this is breast feeding story that ends with bottles and formula. 

While I was pregnant, my breasts never leaked. A lot if women say that they start making colostrum and leak as early as 25 weeks. This was not me. I tried hand expressing and my pump a couple of times and nothing. So I really believe my body started out behind. 

Wilson was born via C Section because he just refused to move down into my pelvis. I was given a sedative as soon as his cord was cut (because I was having a panic attack) so we didn't get any initial time to try to nurse. When I finally came to, I was still on morphine and Demerol, so I was pretty out of it. Wilson was brought to me 3 hours after he was born but between all the visitors and me being high essentially, attempting to nurse was just not a priority. 

The next day after the drugs wore off and I was more comfortable, we decided to attempt to breast feed. To my surprise, Wilson had a great latch right away. It was an extremely strange feeling, but in a good way knowing I was feeding my baby. But my milk had not come in and I still had no colostrum. So Wilson got angry. Very very angry. He would scream and turn purple. And if there is anything a brand new mom does not want to see, it's her new baby unhappy. His cry of hunger and frustration absolutely broke my heart.

 So of course, I started crying. I cried because I didn't know what to do. I cried because my baby was hungry. I cried because I felt like a failure. I cried because I felt guilty. I felt helpless. 

Still, we tried to power through it thinking when my milk came in, it would get better. Every time I put Wilson to my breast he would get very upset and on turn, I would get extremely upset. 

After a week of daily break downs, Caleb gently asked me if I wanted to stop trying. And that's when I completely lost it. I have never felt like such a failure as I did in that moment. I felt like the worst mother ever. Because, deep down, I knew it wasn't working and I doubted if it ever would. My milk still wasn't coming in over a week after Wilson's birthday. I don't know why I didn't produce, but I was so angry at my body. I wanted so much to feed my baby, but my body just wasn't up to it. 

I had the horrible idea in my head that if I were a "real" woman, I would be able to birth and feed my baby. And in a week, I had failed at both of those things. I felt useless, like Wilson didn't even need me. It was hard and there were so many dark thoughts. 

So I quit trying. Physically and emotionally, it was not working. I felt horrible about it for a few more days. But slowly, as Wilson started to grow and thrive, I started feeling better about my decision. 

And now, I'm proud of myself for trying so hard but also realizing that stopping made me a better mom. Yes, not breast feeding Wilson made me a better mom to him. It took so much stress and burden off of me, therefore I could better address his needs. 

So in the end, I am sad that for some reason, my milk never properly came in and we couldn't breast feed. But I've come to realize that it is NOT the end of the world. Wilson is growing great and we have a wonderful bond. We are both happy and healthy and that is what is important. 



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Wilson--2 Months

Wilson turns two months old today! He is such a great baby and so sweet. I can't wait to watch him grow and develop more and more. 

-Wilson weighs 14 pounds! He is already 6 pounds over his birth weight when normal babies his age are expected to be about 3. What a little chunk I have. 

-He is 24 inches long. 

- He usually eats 4 ounces at 7, 10, 1, and 5. From 5 to bed time, he likes to snack an ounce at a time. Because of his acid reflux, he has 5-7 teaspoons of rice cereal added to his formula. 

- His reflux is so much better now that he is on Zantac. He still spits up a lot and coughs/chokes some, but he doesn't cry or wake himself up anymore. 

- He usually take a 2 hour morning nap, a 3 hour afternoon nap, and then a couple of cat naps in the evening. Wilson refuses to sleep in his bouncy seat or swing during the day, so I hold him. I may be spoiling him, but we both get much needed rest this way. I'm not worried right now and I'm hoping he will grow out of it on his own. 

- Bed time is between 10-12, usually around 11. I stay up and rock him to sleep. He sleeps in his swing which is in our room right now. He uses a sound app on our phones. Usually, he only wakes up once between 3-5, eats and goes right back to sleep until 7-8. He has slept from 11-6 a couple of nights, which was wonderful. 

-He learned to smile this month. He loves to look at faces and tries to mimic your expression. He ha also started to coo and make noises while smiling. 

- He is wearing a mix of 3 month, 3/6 month, and 6 month size clothes. His 0/3 month things are just too short and tight on him. Such a big boy. 

- He is in size 1 diapers but really needs size 2. I'm trying to use up our stock of 1's but I can only clean so many blow outs. 

- Wilson hates tummy time and we only do it for about 10 minutes every other day. He is way more interested in kicking his legs and pushing up on them than holding his shoulders up. 

- He is great at holding his head up while sitting. He loves to sit in his high chair or propped in a chair with his boppy. 

- Likes: mr. Giraffe, grocery shopping in his baby wrap, talks with mom and dad, eating

- Dislikes : tummy time, being snuggled when not sleepy, loud noises like sneezes 


Monday, November 4, 2013

A new mother's love

As I type this, I have a sleeping baby sprawled across my lap. Not just any baby but my baby. And it's quiet times like these, when he tired from the day and sleeping peacefully, that I just stare at him. Stare at this beautiful boy who made me a mama, who completed our family, who fulfilled my greatest wish. He is amazing and my heart swells with love for this boy. I never knew it was possible to love so much. 

It feels so so so good to hold him. to watch him grow and learn. To feel his baby skin and kiss his slobbery baby mouth. To learn his personality. And his sweet smile and voice are my favorites. 

What I'm trying to say is, this little guy makes my heart go mushy. He is my everything. He has made my life so meaningful and full. There are no words to explain how deep and powerful my love is for him. It is a beautiful, encompassing, and unending love that grows by the second. And I want to make sure that I have written just how amazing this point in life is with my baby son. 


I had a baby. He is pretty awesome.


As I detailed in my last post, I had baby Wilson. And in two days, my baby will be two months old. I don't even know how that is possible. I know every mom says that time flies, but I never knew it would go by THIS fast. He isn't a newborn anymore, he is a growing, learning baby. He smiles and coos. He can hold his head up and always wants to look around. He has slept from 11-6 aka all night several times.  While he is still so little, he just isn't an itsy bitsy baby anymore. He is becoming his own person. While I absolutely love seeing him grow, it also makes me so sad to see his independence emerge. I want to be able to shelter him, protect him, and give him everything he needs. And as he grows, my ability to do those things gets smaller and smaller. He will need me less and less. It's a double edge sword that I'm still learning to navigate. 



I've got so much to share about my two month journey into motherhood. I hope to be able to post more regularly. I stay home with Wilson right now, so I need connection to the outside world. Being a stay at home mom is wonderful, but it is also a job. I miss being out in the world, so hopefully I can "talk" here and reconnect. 



Anyway, here's some adorable pictures of Wilson. He is the best ever.