Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Is this a bad day???

L is sick -- AGAIN. Puked several times in his sleep and I never heard a sound. Well that isn't true -- I heard him cough a few times (I am a super light sleeper) at about 430am, but other than that, nadda. So I start off the day feeling like a bad mommy.

Anyways, I find him drenched in puke and I am dressed and ready to leave for work. Get him cleaned up and then I get puked on -- TWICE. 3 loads of laundry later and quite a few clorox wipes I have the multiple piles of puke cleaned up. YEAH

At 1130 I decide to nuke a potato for L for lunch (plain, and not too rough on the tummy). I am changing his very nasty diaper, trying not to puke and I think "hmm, wonder who has a fire going today. Smells good." Come out to the kitchen to see it is infact my microwave that is now engulfed in flames. Throw L back in his crib, dose the flames, open all the windows to air out the house, just about pass out from smoke inhalation (yeah, smart day!), blah blah blah. Oh did I mention while all this is happening, I am on a WORK CALL!!!! Very very smart to shout "oh shit" in the middle of a call with a higher up. At least he seemed to understand that my house was currently in the middle of burning down if I didn't do something.

Call B who is 3 hours away at an overnight conference and ask when he will be home because I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown. First make him promise to not call me a dumbass though because I am feeling like a moron.

Oh and did I mention, I slept like CRAP last night since B was out of town??? Why does that happen. I rarely sleep in the same room as him these days because I am a light sleeper and he snores like a chainsaw, but if he isn't here I don't sleep either.

I think I need to go back to bed. But alas, I have about 15 projects up in the air right now with work, so L is down for a nap and I am trying to cram an entire days work into a few hours. Oh and update my blog because Lord knows the internet wants to know about my bad day.

Oh and does this officially qualify as a "bad day" or is that over dramatic????

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Am I in trouble

I fear L is turning into a brat. I so don't want one of "those" kids, but I think he may be on the road to Bratville. B tends to give into all his demands because it is much easier than telling the kid no and listening to him scream... Oh and can that kid SCREAM! Utter the word no in his direction and await the tidewave of protest that eminates from the child. It is unreal.

He isn't even 2 yet. Is he too early to be a brat? I want to spoil my baby, but I also don't want to give into his ever demand. I mean who is in charge here? Me or the 3 foot tyrant.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

the plague...

well, not really the plague, but hey, the headline is catchier than L has a cold!

Got a call from daycare (that place really is the plague!) that L was running a temp on Wed. B picked him up and brought him home. He didn't "seem" off at all and we just chalked it up to teething (this from the woman that says there is no proof that teething causes a fever, blah blah, blah). Gave him some tylenol, let him play and put him to bed like normal.

He was up... ALOT... the kid that sleeps through WW3 was up!


Needless to say, I stayed home with sickie today. Actually didn't even try to work around the whining and crying. Did all sorts of sweet nurturing things with my babe, lots of cuddles and lots and LOTS of screaming from him.

Then his daddy came home. All of a sudden my clingy, cranky, miserable, screaming little man was giggling and laughing, happy as can be. TRAITOR.

Why is that? Why does the parent at home get the arm (you know the Heisman arm, where they push you away in favor of the more exciting parent)? It doesn't happen often for me since I am usually the one working late and rushing home to put the Bug to bed, but when it does happen it is heartbreaking.

Especially on a day when I did everything to comfort the kid and all he wanted was his dad.

Friday, January 19, 2007

How did I get here...

... no worries, not a big philosphical post, but rather how did I, corporate attorney, workaholic get to here -- mommy of 2 under 2 (or soon to be mommy of 2 under 2). Well see, there is this thing called and egg and a sperm......

No seriously -- B and I started trying to get pregnant after we got married (we are young, but not the wanting to wait type). I went off the pill and we didn't do anything "special" for the first 2 months. After that, my type A personality took over and I started charting. 2 months into charting we found out we were pregnant. YEAH. The spotting started about a week later and I was certain I would repeat my mom's frequent miscarriages.

Three angst filled days of multiple calls to the dr. Dr. was on vacation. UUGH.

Blood tests showed I had low progesterone -- the same reason my mom had 4 miscarriages. Two days later B and I had our first ultrasound. We saw a heartbeat. I was even more in love with that little flicker that I had been before. I continued to spot, but didn't care. I knew it was all fine.

2 weeks later - red blood. It was a Saturday night and I was at my best friends house -- 2 hours from home. B and I practically ran to the car to head home. OB said just to relax and they would see me Monday. I didn't even want to get out of bed on Sunday for fear of dislodging the baby (irrational -- completely irrational). Monday's ultrasound showed a perfect 9w fetus. Heartrate was strong and steady.

Needless to say, I could go on for PAGES about the complications I had with my 1st pregnancy. But it was weird, NOTHING was ever really wrong. There was bleeding -- early on and bright red at about 23w that kept me in the hospital for a few days, etc. There was ovarian cysts. There were mistaken broken water episodes -- yeah, that was me just being a 1st time mom.

When our son L was born, after 42 hours of labor -- all of it back labor -- mind you, everything got so much easier! Not easier in Motherhood is easy, but easier because I didn't stress every single second of the day. I saw him, he was perfect and if I wanted to check on him, I just needed to look in the bassinet or crib. Breastfeeding was extremely difficult in the beginning, but we were able to fix our problems and went on to breastfeed for more than 7 months... Until my supply magically dried up one day... Seriously, I went from pumping 20+ oz at work to 3-6! 3-6 oz for a kid that was eating more than 40oz a day. I don't know if I was starving him when I was trying to nurse him either....

Something was up. I freaked. About 2 weeks before B and I had an oopsie. Not oopsie as in we totally forgot birth control. No, no, no.... am not that lucky. An oopsie in that we didn't use a THIRD form of BC and I was convinced RIGHT AFTER that I was pregnant again. B of course thought I was insane, but in case I was right, I stopped the mini pill after I confirmed I had O'd 2 days after the oops. (the day of the oops I was on the mini pill -- and a fanatic about it -- still BFing on demand AND we were using condoms as back up. Except for that one time...). The milk drying up was my flashing neon sign and I figured I was about 10 days after ovulation (normally you should wait until you are 14 day past ovulation to test -- that is the day my period would normally start). I got an early test. During lunch at work. It was 2 in the afternoon.

It was a digital.


I didn't even tell B first. I had to take it to one of my co-workers (poor K! Single, no kids, here please look at this piece of plastic I just PEED on!). It was still PREGNANT.

I am now 32 weeks. With #2.

It was a surprise pregnancy, so it will be a suprise what the gender is too. We only felt that was what was "right" to do.

I planned to have my kids about 3 years apart.

God just laughed at me....

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Friday, January 5, 2007

Consumer Reports = Mommy panic

*** I feel the need to disclose that I am not a fan of Consumer Reports. I never have been and under no circumstances will ever believe that they are unbiased. And this is my first post, so while we get to know each other, I feel the need to let you know where my biases are***

It is that time of year again. Consumer Reports just came out with yet another report on Infant Car Seats and the Mommy message boards have lit up with freaked out Mommy’s who now think they got a bad car seat. “Oh my, I relied on last years report when buying the Graco Superdooper Snuggly seat and now they have it ranked as unsafe. I need to return it immediately and get the Graco Even more Expensive seat with more Snuggly Foam.”

Should anyone point out to them that Consumer Reports many not be the end all be all in safety standards, the immediate response is “well they are unbiased because… well because THEY say they are.” SURE and I am not biased about the products that I bought for my son either, just because I say I am not.

After a few head banging exchanges, I usually hang up my message board chatting for the day and actually turn to work. Today -- I decided to finally join the ranks of Mommy Bloggers everywhere. Poor you. Now you must suffer through my rantings.

Give me a chance. I am sure I will get the whole putting links in the blog thing down. If I can’t figure it out -- I know two people here in my office that are experts, so fear not….

Until then, don’t run out to the stores to replace your perfectly good car seat based on one study by Consumer Reports. Remember -- they take 18 MILLION in donations a year (hmm, wonder where that money could come from… Graco just made a few million on the change of recommendations, so....) and their website is a treasure trove of their political backings/leanings/biases, etc. It is a scary scary place to me and I try to stay far far away from it.