October 27, 2009


Sometimes I forget just how big our dog, Henry, is. To me, he's just Henry.

 And after Luke's crazy feeding frenzy/growth spurt last week, I keep thinking about how big he is getting. We go to the doctor next week, so we'll see what he's weighing in at these days. But until then, I guess it's good to keep things in perspective...

Henry is BIG and Luke is small.

October 22, 2009

We've Kept Him Alive 7 Weeks!

Things I've learned in the last 7 weeks:
  • Babies make a lot of noise when they sleep...if they ever sleep
  • I couldn't ever have a baby without my wonderful husband tag-teaming it with me
  • It's possible to spend an entire 3AM feeding convincing yourself that said wonderful husband is mean and vindictive, when in truth, he's just asleep and doesn't have the necessary equipment to handle the job
  • It is indeed possible to spend an entire day in one chair
  • Baby smiles make up for bad diapers, extra laundry, sleepless nights (and days..), and sore boobs
  • There is a direct correlation between how much personality I have and how much sleep I've had
  • That if you don't put the diaper on tight enough, you can end up with a lot more laundry...his clothes, my clothes, blankets, changing table pad, and the boppy pillow cover
  • Babies don't like being put down. At all. For weeks.
  • That I would feel incessently compelled to check to make sure Luke was alive multiple times during the night for the first few weeks, and still occasionally feel the need to make sure he is breathing
  • Breastfeeding is really as hard/frustrating as people say it is
  • It's possible to go to the bathroom (and wash your hands) while still holding a sleeping newborn on your chest
  • That after all the work we did in getting the nursery ready, we barely spent any time in there in the last 7 weeks
  • Babies do come with a manual...at least if they are born in a CMC hospital
  • Dads have the ability to put together a completely unmatched outfit and still expect you to go out in public with your baby dressed that way
  • Despite the fact that Luke's clothes are a tenth the size of ours, my dirty laundry pile has increased 10 fold
  • You can eat, type, and do all sorts of things one-handed
  • I have the desire to punch people for touching my son without my permission
  • That I'd get incredible sick of hearing people tell me to "sleep when he sleeps"
  • It's hard to leave the house now
  • TV shows on DVD are a new parent's best friend. We covered all seasons of Mad Men, The Office, and Battlestar Galactica (well, Travis did, at least)
  • It really does get better and begins to feel like maybe it might be worth it all :)

October 11, 2009

The Lost Month of September

Since October is a third of the way over, I guess it's probably too late to write a post about how the month of September just flew by. It's probably a safe assumption that I'm going to feel a very similar way about October. It may be safe to assume that's how I'm going to feel about the rest of 2009, actually.
In the 5 and 1/2 weeks since Luke was born, I have spent the majority of my days hanging out in our living room with Luke in some capacity or another. We set up our nifty Pack-n-Play with the bassinet and changing table attachments in the corner, so it's kind of like baby central. (If that thing had one of those water bottle attachments like you use with hamster cages, Luke might have never needed to get out of it. It's like the MacGuyver of Pack-N-Plays.) Up until this weekend, we'd been sleeping on the couch in shifts, so that we could easily access Luke during the night. Now that Luke is a mature 5 weeks old, and we finally had a weekend without any plans that might get messed up if neither one of us slept for 24 hours, we decided to try the whole crib/monitor combo. It's worked pretty well, so far.

While it's still nerve-wracking to put him down, flip the switch, and walk away, it is getting easier. For those first few weeks, we were still figuring Luke out. I really had no idea about how noisy a newborn could be while sleeping. The kid grunts and squeeks all night long.
And at first, I would pop up off the couch at the slightest sound, but over the last few weeks, we've been figuring this kid out. It got to the point where Travis was sleeping soundly on the couch during the night, so it kind of defeated the purpose of going out there. I never slept well on the couch, so it's been a relief to get back to our bed this weekend.
Of course, he still likes to sleep on someone the best.

Travis is really good about taking over during the non-feeding times when he's home from work and kicking me out of the house for an hour here and there. Never have Target and the grocery store been such exoctic locales. We've taken a few outings together with Luke, in what I considered practice runs for when I'd have to do it by myself. In the last month, I've not ventured out much on my own with Luke, beyond taking him to appointments and a few fast visits to church. The first couple of times I went out without Travis, I was a nervous wreck. I had to pysch myself up for at least an hour before hand, even when it was inevitable that I go to something like the doctor's. I just felt like I was leaving the house with an adorable time bomb and I had no idea when, or if, it would go off. And while I am getting to know Luke better and understand and anticipate what he's going to do, I still haven't made it out much. Partly cause I am still nervous, but partly also because it's just a lot more work to leave the house than it is to stay in and watch an entire season of the Gilmore Girls.

However, despite my deep and abiding love for those Gilmore girls, I really need to start getting the hang of leaving the house with an infant in tow. I'm working up towards taking Luke to church in the coming weeks, so I want to feel a little more capable before I have to handle him in front of all those people, who will be watching closely, of that I am 100% sure.
Hopefully, he will sleep soundly through it all. I doubt he'll be the only one in the congregation who does. :)

October 10, 2009

All Hail The Power of the Swing

Due to our extremely generous family, friends, and congregation, we are a well-stocked baby emporium. Before Luke was born, the only money we spent was on re-doing the bedroom and buying the furniture for the nursery. Now that he has been born, we've bought a couple boxes of diapers. That's it. Every single piece of clothing he has was given to us brand new or as a fabulous hand-me-down. I haven't even bought a pacifier or a box of wipes. We've gotten to use the car seat, stroller, pack-n-play, blankets, bathtubs, soap, and diaper bags that were given to us...and still there are at least 3 dozen other gadgets and gizmos in the nursery just waiting for this kid to get old enough to use them.
I've said it many times, but I seriously don't know how people get ready for a baby without being a pastor's wife. We are truly blessed.
With the last of the gift cards, Travis and I made the trek to Babies'r'Us yesterday to buy a swing. Luke is slowly emerging from the newborn stage where he did nothing but sleep and eat. He's spending more time awake, and will hang out contentedly for about 30 minutes at a time now. It's so fun to watch him checking out the world that we brought him into. However, along with the new awake contented time, there is the awake uncontented time. He's learning how to use his lungs and swing those mighty fists around in anger. And as funny as it is to see him voice his displeasure at all the injustice of being a baby who is well-fed, dressed, clean, and the center of the universe for at least two people, it's not so amusing when it stretches past that 20 minute mark. He likes moving and rocking, so we decided it was time to invest in a swing.
It works pretty well.
At least well enough to give me time to use both hands to type!