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I have to admit, the time is flying. Everyone said it would, but I had no idea how right they were.
At three months Grayson:
weighs about 12.5 lbs
wears size 1 diapers
wears mostly 3-6 clothes, but still fits in to some 0-3 outfits.
is finally getting hair on the top of his head. It's a lighter, reddish color than the hair he was born with.
is sleeping 10-12 hours each night, but has given up any real naps during the day. He prefers 4 short (15-20 minute) power naps instead.
has really figured out how to use his voice. He babbles up a storm on the changing table and when we sit him up on our laps. He tries to mimic the inflections in our voice, which is hilarious when he starts screeching.
is laughing pretty regularly now. He squints his eyes when he finds something particularly funny. He also screeches when he laughs.
smiles instantly when he sees mom and dad.
is starting to really understand how his fingers work. He'll actually reach for toys in front of him and will grab on as long as the object fits in his tiny palm. If the toy is too wide, he'll just bat at it.
is a pinching machine. It hurts!
knows that he has feet, but doesn't quite know what to do with them. Occasionally he'll grab a toe, but he hasn't tried to put them in his mouth just yet.
is REALLY close to rolling over from his tummy to his back. He can get slightly more than halfway before his bottom arm stops the progress.
does NOT like to be sitting still. If we're holding him and sit, it's over. If we're in the car and not moving, scream city. Same goes for the stroller or if I try to put him in the swing when he's awake. He wants nothing to do with anything that isn't actually moving.
I have always thought the giant Easter Bunny and Santa characters at the mall were exceptionally creepy. What kind of person wants to dress up as a bunny and let small children maul him all day long? Only the kind that show up on certain predator websites... If you asked me 2 years ago, I would have told you that I didn't need to pay the high school student $30 to snap a quick photo of my kid on some over-sized stuffed animal to get good holiday pictures. Oh how times have changed...
Well, I've demolished another one of my "I will never" ideals and I took Grayson to see the Easter Bunny. I mean, I already had the Janie and Jack outfit and goofy hat - so I kind of had to, right?
I do have to admit, it was just as creepy as I expected. But it was worth every penny.
weighs 11lbs 5.5oz (50% - up from 9lbs 5.5oz at 1 month)
is 22 3/4 inches long (50%)
has a 15 cm HC (Only 10% - poor guy!)
still has VERY blue eyes that keep getting lighter. I'm really hoping they stick around. Koka's eyes are so striking.
is wearing size 1 diapers and solidly fits into 0-3 month clothing. Although, Sometimes I put him into 3-6 month outfits because I didn't buy nearly enough small clothes.
is smiling frequently, especially when he sees me. It melts my heart
has started doing a 'half laugh' when he's amused. His little shoulders shake up and down while he coos.
Still loves his play gym and talking to the hanging animals. He bats at the two monkeys until he can grab one of the legs. Then he swings it around for a good 2 minutes.
Still likes tummy time and is getting REALLY close to rolling from his tummy to his back. Some days he makes it all the way to his side before falling back on his stomach. (I'm not ready for him to roll yet!)
Has found his hands and discovered that they taste pretty good. He some how manages to get most of his fist in his mouth - but hasn't figured out how to suck on just a finger.
Is sleeping for 8-10 hours each night. I can't believe how lucky we are. Seriously... However, he wiggles a lot in his sleep so most nights I need to pop into the nursery to make sure he hasn't shimmied all the way down his sleep positioner leaving his face smashed against the foam!
Loves having his diapers changed and bath time. He smiles and coos the entire time. We think he's going to be one of those naked all the time toddlers.
Loves being in the Moby Wrap or SSC. Typically he falls asleep about 5 minutes after going in.
Seriously a wonderful invention and slightly easier to use than the Miracle Blanket. This baby straight jacket helped tack on an extra 2 hours to Grayson's night time sleep. Plus, we have the fleece version, and it makes me feel like Grayson's staying warm.
Hands down, my favorite product ever. Grayson is a huge snuggler and loves to be as close to me as humanly possible at all times. While I'm all for a snuggly baby - I also enjoy the use of my hands. The Moby gives me both! There is a slight learning curve to using it, but there are tons of great 'how to' videos on You Tube if you need a refresher. This is a good one. If you think the fabric choices are boring - there are plenty of CUTE options on etsy. If I need to use the Moby outside of the house, I just tie it on before I go to avoid getting any parking lot nasties on me.
Considering how many other 'sleep' products are on my list - I must really appreciate the times baby is getting some shut eye. ;) This is another product that dramatically increased our sleep cycles. Grayson had a mild case of reflux when we first brought him home, and we think the incline made him feel better. We used this in the bassinet and now in the crib.
I LOVE seeing the baby now that he's in the nursery. Something about seeing him wiggle about makes me happy - and I hear it only gets better as they get older and start talking and playing in the crib. Worth every penny.
Watching Grayson talk to his monkeys and grab at the giraffe is seriously cute. Plus, I can plop him down on the mat while I pour myself some coffee without having to worry about him falling off of anything. Anything that allows me to grab a cup of coffee gets an A+.
Ok, this one is more of a category than an actual product, but it's another one of my must haves. I'm currently using an older version of this Beco carrier. But I'm seriously contemplating getting a Butterfly II as well. This is my life saver when Grayson and I are out an about and I don't have the moby already tied on. There are quite a few places that just aren't stroller friendly (Hello grocery store!), and obviously I can't leave G in the car. I've heard good things about the Ergo and AngelPack, but I don't have experience with those.
This one is my husband's pick, but I have to agree. Poops = stink and somehow this contraption has managed to keep the smell completely out of the room. Plus, it has "champ" in the name and I can use my own bags. A big win all around.
Can we say "Fabulous"? This is where Grayson gets in at least one of his day time naps. Not only do I get a little sleepy time out of him when he's in it - he seems to enjoy the mirror/mobile above him when he wakes up. Score! Plus, it's relatively quite and I have yet to need new batteries. I call this my 'shower chair'. Without it, I'm convinced I would be on day 56 with no shower...
With Grayson's reflux issues we had a LOT of spit up and vomit. Think projectile nastiness. The only bottles that seemed to help were Born Free and Dr. Brown. Both are BPA free and had great venting systems. But with 5 parts to wash the Dr. Brown bottles were a PTA! Since the Born Free bottles had 1 less part, it won the bottle battle in our house.
That's it for us at the moment - but I'm sure the list will change over time.
Do you have any products that you just can't live without?
I took the challenge from a fellow blogger to document what a typical day looks like for us here. Unfortunately, I haven't had enough time to actually post about it until now - but seeing as how our days are still pretty much the same, I think it's ok.
I'm quickly realizing that baby + lack of sleep + over-scheduled days = almost no internet time. I'm keep meaning to come back and update, and then life just keeps getting in the way.
I always imagined that I'd have a hard time being home with a baby. I'm a planner and I appreciate a good schedule, two things that I didn't think would mesh well with a new baby. But somehow I've ended up with the best of both worlds. I'm home with my baby - and I have a schedule! Monday we walk with my mom's group, Tuesday is Itsy Bitsy Group and lunch, Wednesday's free, Thursday is either a drop-in workshop or baby music class, and Friday is a 0-3 month group.
I love it.
I have no idea how I'm going to be able to go back to work...
Now, it's not cheap, but the Orbit Baby System is seriously cool! The straps om the infant seat are flexible, so you can hold it close to your body (Ergonomic!), the seat rotates 360 degrees in the base so you can get baby in and out easily, and it folds up with one hand! Plus, it turns easily and actually comes with a cupholder. (Stupid bugaboo doesn't.)
And the coolest part - it was made by two geeky fathers. I love it. And I seriously want one!
As Grayson and I adjust to life together, we've been trying to find different ways to spend the days. This week we decided to check out Baby Yoga at Day One. Seriously, it was the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Grayson and his friend Dane had a blast.
The class was based on this series by Helen Garabedian. I recommend picking up the DVD! As much as I love all of the yoga classes I've taken in my life, this was by far the most fun.
I’ve been stewing on this post for a few days now, but I needed to deal with some of my own guilt and emotional issues first. This is heavy stuff, people.
Clearly, from my previous posts, one can assume that I am severely type A. I like organization. I appreciate being able to classify things in my life. I research things that are important to me and I generally succeed at the things I put my mind to. I didn’t have a doubt in my mind that I would succeed at breastfeeding.
But I failed.
My sweet baby has Clampdown Bite Reflex. Some children grow out of it quickly, for others it takes a long time. Unfortunately for us, it prevented Grayson from gaining enough weight. And two weeks later, it’s still preventing him from feeding at the breast. He just can’t get enough milk from me. It also doesn’t help that I have severe supply issues. As in, I have none.
Everyday I try to feed him, fail, and say I’m done. I say I’m going to give up the good fight and just formula feed. And then every day, the guilt starts all over again.
I think most people assume that breastfeeding will go well. It seems like something that should be intuitive. The baby comes out knowing how to suck, so why don’t we instinctually know how to offer them our boobs? Why doesn’t it work for everyone?
There is no way for me to summarize my struggles with breastfeeding into one post. I just have to know that I really did give it my best shot, and I have to be ok with the fact that it didn’t work. And it won’t magically work tomorrow.
I know there are moms out there that will judge me, but I wanted to give everyone out there that also tried, and failed, that they are not alone. This is tough stuff. And just because breastfeeding didn't work out the way I had hoped, doesn't mean that I am not willing to do everything I can for my son.
There is so much more to write – but I just can’t do it.
I didn’t go into labor until the 16th, but Grayson’s birth story starts on Tuesday, January 13th. I motivated myself to walk the 3 miles around the reservoir near my house with a girlfriend and spent pretty much the entire hour bemoaning my severely pregnant state. I was so miserable that the baby wasn’t here yet, and convinced that I would be pregnant all the way until the 42 weeks the OB allowed before forcing an induction. On one hand, I really wanted the “natural” birth experience (ahem – natural with a side of epidural of course…), but on the other hand I wanted thus kid OUT and the induction date couldn’t come soon enough.
After the walk, I came home thinking that I was leaking amniotic fluid. I wasn’t sure if that was really the case or if maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I high tailed it to the doctor to have the situation assessed. I was 39 weeks pregnant exactly, and according to the doctor, 2cm dilated (maybe even 2.5), and 60% effaced. It was progress, so I wasn’t going to complain. However I wasn’t currently leaking fluid. I had leaked at some point, but it appeared that the bag of waters had either healed itself, or baby’s head was keeping it closed. I was out of the danger zone for the moment, but now an induction date was in my near future. The baby would be served his eviction notice on January 24 – if he wasn’t here before then.
On Wednesday, at lunch with a girlfriend, I decided that I wanted the baby here that coming Friday. (January 16th) I only had a few old wives tales left to try, but I was going to somehow make it happen. I focused on positive visualization, Sun Tsu style. If I visualized it enough, maybe he really would come. SOMETHING had to work. I picked up some Blue and Black Cohosh and even some **gasp** castor oil and spent the next day and a half bouncing on the yoga ball.
After dinner on Thursday, I knew something was different. I felt twinges of something in my lower abdomen when I was on the ball and just generally felt ‘off’. I did not want to jinx myself and think of the L word, so I just took a shower and went to bed as usual.
At 1:30, I woke up knowing I was in labor. My contractions weren’t consistent yet, but they were completely different from the millions of Braxton Hicks contractions I’d had in the previous few weeks. I probably should have rolled over and tried to get some sleep, but my completely vain self decided I should flat iron my hair while I had the chance. (Looking back, I really can’t believe that was priority of mine!) By the time the 15 minutes of primping had passed, I was actually forced to concentrate on breathing through the contractions.
At 2:30, I couldn’t stand through the contractions and I needed Koka to help me time them. And to help me deal with the pain.
Now, I should also point out that I’d tried (unsuccessfully) to take some castor oil early in the day on Thursday. The few internet pages I found with instructions said to take about 2 tablespoons to ¼ cup on the nasty stuff to make it work. I got overly anxious in my haste to get it down and mistakenly only took 2 teaspoons. Needless to say, it didn’t work. But now, at 2:30 in the morning, I was terrified that Koka and I would rush off to the hospital only to be told I had bad intestinal cramping. Again, irrational, but I was pretty worried about it! I had no desire to be the lady who couldn’t tell the difference between labor and the runs.
Around 3:30, when my contractions were three minutes apart and lasting over 60 seconds, it was clear that this was the baby. I let Koka call the doctor and we started to head to the hospital. I think it took me about 10 minutes to get my pants on. Which is funny since all I did was strip them off the minute we got there…
Since I had pre-registered with the hospital, we got a room the minute we showed up. I do have a funny memory of one of the registration nurses trying to ask me who our pediatrician was in the middle of a contraction. She may have asked me 2 or 3 times before I actually asked her to “please stop talking to me”. Hopefully it came out as calmly as it sounded in my head.
I got into my labor and deliver room, stripped down, and got ready for the show to begin. At about 4:30, the nurse on duty did an internal and I was 4 cm dilated. The contractions were coming pretty fast and almost completely in my back, so I was pretty uncomfortable. I was pretty proud of myself for breathing through them and remaining completely calm, but I also knew that I wanted an epidural. The nurse checked me again after we hooked up all the monitors and I was already at a 5 and 85% effaced. (I had warned her that my mother’s labor was fast and furious) It may have helped with the pain if I could have walked around, but baby needed to be monitored since his heart rate kept dipping.
My new best friend, AKA the epidural man showed up at 5 and by 5:30, I was feeling great. The contractions I’d been feeling before the drugs now just felt like the Braxton hicks tightening again. I couldn’t feel the pain, but I’d gotten a low enough dose that I could feel ‘stuff’. Exactly what I wanted. The only exception being that my right leg was completely dead weight. They assured me that that sensation would eventually fade, and it did.
Koka and I figured it would be a while at this point, so we did our best to get some rest. I’m pretty sure I slept until about 7:30 when the nurses had a shift change. They checked me again around 8:30 or 9 and I was at 7 cm. I was so excited for progress, and thought for sure I’d be having this child by lunch time.
Not so much.
I stalled at 7 cm for quite a while and eventually my OB decided to break my water and see how much further my body would progress on it’s own. I honestly have no idea why, but after they broke my water I broke out into cold sweats and thought I was going to blow chunks all over myself. The nasty feeling lasted about 20 minutes. So bizarre.
The rest of the day passed completely uneventfully. Koka and I watched an insane amount of television. Really, the worst part of my ‘transition phase’ was how hungry I got. Ha! I feel so guilty for such an easy labor.
Around 4:30, I started to feel the urge to push during my contractions. I knew that eventually I’d have that feeling consistently, so I held off calling the nurse. By 5, I knew this kid was coming out. When the nurse checked, and confirmed that I was ready to go, I reminded her once again that my mother popped me out VERY quickly. And while I had no idea if I would have a similar experience, I wanted them to be prepared.
Unfortunately, my OB had gone into to perform a C-section. I kept hearing that he’d be out in 5-20 minutes, so we called our family and told them to get to the hospital. My nurse was really wonderful, but I’m pretty sure she had no idea what she was getting into with me. Around 5:30, with my OB still not available, I had Koka run to the nurses station and inform them that I thought my baby was going to fall out.
While she was in the room checking me out, I had a contraction with pressure so acute I was breathing through it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to avoid pushing. Mistakenly, she thought I was in pain and sent in the Epi man to push another dose of drugs through me. I was so focused on not pushing, I didn’t do a good job of telling the guy I wasn’t interested. At this point, after 14 hours of calm, I started to break down. I was crying to Koka that I needed to push, my lady bits were starting to burn, and I just wanted to get this child out of me.
A few minutes past 6:00, the nurse finally came back in to start doing practice pushes. When she sat down to get the show started, you could already see a small amount of the baby’s head. My OB made a brief appearance around this time, but quickly left when he thought I wasn’t close to delivery. I guess they let the nurses do most of the prep work?
At this point, I lost complete sense of time. I think I made it through 3 or 4 contractions of “practice pushing” before I felt what I can only describe as the Ring of Fire. Excruciating pain. And I had an Epi! Good lord. As soon as I started to yell that my vagina was going to explode, the nurse started to panic. She frantically pushed the call button on my bed to get an OB in the room, any OB at this point. When no one was available, she instructed me to “not push” and ran out of the room. Poor Koka, I just looked up at him and started bawling. I was in so much pain, and I knew that just one more push, and it would feel unbelievably better.
Once the nurse was back in the room, she was in my face helping me pant through the contractions so that I could keep the kid in a little bit longer. I have NO idea how long I panted. It felt like hours, but it was probably only a minute or two before my OB came RUNNING into the room. I just remember staring at the nurse’s mouth and trying to mimic her breathing. Koka remember’s the OB looking up and asking if we “were ready for a birthday party”. CUTE.
One more push, and the baby’s little head was out. The cord was wrapped around his neck, but the doctor quickly unwrapped him. Before long, his shoulders were out, and he was being placed on my chest. Grayson was born at 6:39pm. About 20 minutes after I started “practice pushing”.
I will never be able to articulate the feelings I felt at that moment. I remember a sting of “Oh my gods” escaping my lips. I remember looking up and seeing Koka with tears streaming down his face. And I remember this unbelievable amount of love I felt for this squirming, screaming child on my chest. It was surreal. He seemed so small and yet HUGE considering he had just come from inside of me.
From there, everything happened very quickly. I managed to do very little damage to my body, so my OB was out of the room very quickly. (Only one stitch!) The nursery nurse hadn’t made it into the room before I delivered, so we had to wait for her to come and take all of Grayson’s vitals. (9 and 10 APGAR scores!) And then they let our families in.
My delivery was better than I could have imagined. I was able to go into labor naturally, and Grayson came out quickly and happily. It was all so special, and so life changing. Cliched or not, I will never be the same.
It's a well known fact in our household that shopping makes me feel better. Unfortunately, since I currently have a gigantic stomach and sausage feet - shopping for me is pretty much not going to happen.
Koka, unless you're reading. Then I would REALLY like this. :) (Love you!)
Anyhoo. Since I can't enjoy shopping for me, I went a little crazy shopping for the little man. Here are a few things I picked up...
Today, after the bean dog and I walked the 3 miles around the Reservoir near my house, I thought I might be leaking fluid. I called the OB just to if there was an easy way to tell fluid vs. normal discharge, but of course they had me come in.
It appears that I was in fact leaking fluid at some point, but I'm not currently leaking. The PH swab came back 'blue' but the microscope showed no ferning. Overall, this is good news, because if I'd ruptured my bag of waters - they would have induced me yesterday! The consensus is that my bag healed itself.
I did have some progress, which is good news. I was 1cm last week and 2.5 this week. And the baby has dropped. The doctor commented that he was "right there". So, given the favorable cervix, he swept my membranes... Not that it means all that much, but I'll take it.
Unfortunately, my OB told me they will no longer let me go until 42 weeks. My fluid levels are borderline low and they don't want to risk fetal distress or possible infection. So, I'm scheduled for an induction on 1/24 (40w4d) if I don't go on my own before then.
Erica has predicted that Jan. 7th will the day baby makes his debut. I can only hope!!
Tomorrow is my 38 week OB appointment - so we'll see if there is any progress in there...
I was thinking about it tonight and it's funny to me the number of steps us severely pregnant ladies will make to get the baby out. Here's a list of some of the things people have suggested to me. (And no, I have not tried them all.....)
Raspberry Leaf Tea
Evening Primrose Oil
Now, I just have to decide what I'm willing to try next...
It's been a while since I've had the time to update the belly pictures. (I know, bad Meghan) Forgive me!
So, anyway, here is me last Tuesday at 37 weeks.
How am I feeling 16 days before my due date?
Overall - I'm ready to meet my little guy. As Renee posted on her blog - I feel like in the throws of Labor Watch 2009. LOL. Things are certainly happening in there. But, I'm not sure if it's just normal late term PG symptoms, or if labor is in fact in my not so distant future...
I'll spare the details for all you non-pg girls that are reading out there... but I make no promises for the next post.... so reader beware. TMI out the yin yang.