Tag Archive | mom

Bedtime antics

The boys and I have been staying at my mom’s house for the last week because my in-laws have been renovating the house. I’m not sure if I mentioned they had come down or not. They got here a few weeks ago. They are renovating the house because, well, it’s their house. My father in-law keeps using that toxic smelling Kilz stuff and is redoing the floors. So I decided to take the kiddos to my mom’s while he did what he had to do. It seems like he is really taking his time though. . . I really miss my husband.

Anyway, we have taken over my sister, K’s, room. She has a full size bed so we have been crashing in that. She gets the couch. (Sorry K.) I put Peanut to bed around 7:30/8:00pm. Then Munchkin goes to bed about 9:30/10pm. The late bedtime for Munchkin has really made bedtime a lot easier on all of us. Instead of taking one to two hours for Munchkin to go to sleep, it is only taking 30 – 45 minutes.

Tonight, bedtime with Munchkin was pretty funny. I had him say his goodnights to everyone and then tried to get him into the bedroom. He proceeded to run to the kitchen table and grab his snack cup in an attempt to delay bedtime. Nothing unusual. I picked him up and wrestled his snack cup away from him. He started crying of course. I tried to get him quiet while bringing him into the bedroom so that he wouldn’t wake up Peanut. Once he settled down he started saying “ow”. He always manages to come up with mysterious boo-boos when it’s time to sleep. He then started asking me to put milk on them which is very hard to do accurately in the dark. (We use breastmilk for all ailments)

This is where it gets funny. He lifted up his shirt and started putting milk on me because apparently I had mysterious boo-boos everywhere as well. I was trying really hard not to laugh and to make sure I kept saying thank you and telling him how sweet he was. I have tried explaining to him that only mamas make milkies, but he has yet to grasp that concept. He frequently tries to give his brother milkies.

After attending to my boo-boos he got real close to me, pulled his shirt up again and then tried to pull my head close. “Here, milkies.” It was soooo hard to keep my composure and politely refuse. I then suggested that maybe he could give his stuffed puppy some milkies. So he laid back and gave his puppy milkies. Then it was my turn to give his puppy milkies. This I have no problem with. One night I had to nurse 4 or 5 different stuffed animals before he was satisfied.

He then decided he was ready for some milkies. He has this little routine now where he will take a few sips and then smile up at me and then give me a huge kiss. He does this several times. It is super sweet.

Finally he had done enough that he could try to settle in for some sleep. He rolled and rolled and rolled. I had to keep adjusting the blanket for him. Next, he decided lying on top of me would the best place to sleep. He tried that for about 5 minutes. Shifting around restlessly, ruffling my hair, poking me with elbows. . . .Nope. Wasn’t gonna work. He laid back down beside me. Wrapped my arms around him and drifted off to sleep.

Miraculously and thankfully Peanut stayed sleeping through this whole ordeal.

Some nights, these antics really irritate me and I have to remind myself that I have a hard time falling asleep too. Tonight was just so funny. I am glad that I was able to enjoy it.

Bedtime for the boys

Life begins

My name is Amanda and welcome to my world. I am fairly new to it myself. I had always envisioned myself as a stay at home mom, but had never thought the day would actually arrive.  It seems every new stage of my life was just this surreal incident that I never imagined would happen. When you are in school, you think graduation is so far away and will never actually happen. Then it does. The real world starts and you can’t believe that you have actually made it this far. The times when you were riding your bike and playing tag with the neighborhood kids seem like they were just yesterday and you couldn’t wait to grow up. Then you have a real job. You finally meet the love of your life
(again) This time the puzzle pieces fit together perfectly though. You get married, move in, start a life together. That life(in my case) includes baby. A baby who arrived at 9:05 am on a cold, but sunny December 23rd in 2008. A little one who could not wait to join the world. This is where the story really begins. Not 27 years earlier when I was born. Not 29 years earlier when my husband was born. Life truly began on Tuesday, December 23, 2008 at 9:05am.

Here is that story:

It was 3am and I was up yet again for another trip to the toilet. The baby knew just where to sit to make my bladder feel as if it were going to explode. Of course there would be only a small trickle though. I waddled back to bed. Sat on the bed so that I could then get each leg up and lie down. This time, however when I sat down, there was a small gush of warm liquid. Up I jumped, well I guess what you can call jumping for a woman who was 38 weeks pregnant, and went back to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and waited. Nothing. Hmmm. Got up, changed my underwear. No sooner had I done that, I had another small gush. Ok. It was official. I was pretty sure my water had just broke. It wasn’t the bucketful you see in movies, but enough too make me change my underwear three times. I start smiling and giggling (I do when I am nervous)and wake up my husband. He looks at me bleary eyed and asks if I have had my bloody show. No. His reply, I have a little while then, and rolls back over to sleep. I make him get up. We haven’t packed. The carseat still isn’t in the car. I am not sitting through contractions by myself. I call the OB’s office and tell the answering service that my water broke. A few minutes later a nurse from the hospital calls and tells me we can head on down. I tell the nurse I am only experiencing minimal discomfort. She says okay and tells me to take my time and head in when I’m ready. I call my best friend and let her know. I go across the hall and knock on my sister T’s door to let her and her girlfriend know. Her girlfriend thought I was kidding because of my giggling. I then go downstairs and wake up my other sister, K, who is up visiting from school in TN. I start packing and my husband goes out to the blazer to try and get the carseat situated.

As 5:30am rolls around I am starting to get quite uncomfortable. My husband is irritated. He can’t get the big convertable car seat into the the blazer. I tell him we have to go. We hope we haven’t forgotten anything and head to the car. My youngest sister, K and my sister T’s girlfriend come with us. My husband wants to stop for coffee. I ask if it can wait. Sitting in the car is incredibly uncomfortable. Luckily the hospital is only 20 minutes away. We get to the hospital at about 6am. We check in and start to make our way up to the maternity ward. I’m waddling as fast as I can. We get to the elevator and push the button. We wait. We push the button again. Elevator isn’t working. At this point I am dancing around in the hallway. Luckily a couple of hospital staff members round the corner and direct us to another set of elevators. These ones work.

We get to the maternity ward and I tell the nurse my water broke. She asked if it was a gush or if I had had my bloody show. I said no to both those questions. She told me that water probably hadn’t broken then. I was positive it had though. We  make sure to ask to get the room with the jacuzzi. I want to be able to take advantage of that perk. I change into the gown and a nurse examines me. She says it will probably be a while because when your water breaks, its usually a lot of fluid. I say ok. I am  3cm dilated. We discuss if I want medication. I say I want to try going natural. The contractions start coming quick and hard. I start vomiting every time I have a contraction. They recommend an epidural, several times. I really didn’t want to get one, so I try to say no. The nurses keep pushing for it. Finally I give in. Gettng an epidural hurts. The nurse asks me how a contraction was.  I had a contraction? She says good.  I think it is about 7:30am at this point. I realize I have to pee, but the nurse tells me I can’t get up. Why didn’t she tell me this before? Obviously I wasn’t thinking clearly when they pushed the epidural on me. The nurse catheterizes me and I absolutely hate it. It is really uncomfortable. It does not make me feel better. At about 8:40 I start having the incredible urge to push. No one tells you about this part, but it feels like you are trying poop out a bowling ball! I am trying to resist. The nurse tells me to let her know when the feeling is constant and leaves the room!  My best friend is in the hallway searching for her because the feeling was all ready pretty much constant. The nurse comes back and examines me. I am 10cm and the baby is coming now! The dr barely has enough time to pull on his boots and surgery gown. He seems pretty grumpy about the whole situation. The time is now 8:57am. I don’t yell and scream. I squeak and say I can’t do it. I keep squeaking and pushing. The Dr proceeds to give me an episiotomy without asking or mentioning it. I push out my amazingly perfect little boy at 9:05am. He is 19 1/2 inches long and 7 lbs 7 oz. Ten fingers and 10 toes. And growling. He doesn’t cry. He growls at us. This is the moment my life begins.