Wow, so I started this blog when I was pregnant and living in Michigan and I now have a 4 1/2 month old son and I'm living in Texas! We made it through, although not without some challenges. We've found our permanent home and we're moving AGAIN in two weeks. Three moves in less than 15 months. Ridiculous! We should be experts but I'm sure this is going to be quite UN-enjoyable.
I have about a zillion things to say about my girls but when I sit down, I never remember them all. THIS is why I MUST blog more often so I can document the ridiculously funny things they do and say. They are so adorable but also so challenging! Olivia, my five year old very big girl is changing so rapidly and really starting to show me what a kid she is going to be! The 2 1/2 year old middle child, Naomi, is finding her place in all the craziness that is our family. She is surely taking after mom and Olivia with a myriad of crazy faces and expressions. It's funny to watch her pretend and play and talk in funny voices. What is NOT funny is her insane monster screaming and high pitched scream. Apparently, the only volume level she operates on is HIGH. So, it's constantly loud around here and we lose our tempers a lot and need to learn to have more patience but we are enjoying our lives here in Texas and know it was the right decision.
So on to fat babies. I took my son to his 4 month check up and he had dropped from 70th percentile to 40th and the doc was a tad concerned about his lack of growth. They always ask you how much the baby is eating and how often. Well, when you're nursing that's impossible to tell. I only know how much he's eating from his bottles at daycare. But even before then, my husband would suggest, "maybe he's hungry" which totally annoyed me but I would let him try a bottle of formula and it started working. Then my parents visited and they made more and more bottles and my schedule was getting off from work and visits and chores and errands and I was missing pumping and stuff and my supply continued to drop. So we gave up and decided on formula full time My milk supply lasted until this past week so we almost made it 5 months of breastmilk.
To be honest, it's a huge relief. I'm sure the breast feeding mother fanatics would be disappointed but I'm sure my life just doesn't fit the mold of one that can make this work. I make a very small amount at a time. Unlike some friends I've had that would overflow their 8 ounce bottles when pumping. So I had to work a LOT harder to store up the milk and I had the feed the baby a lot more often. I don't think forgiving myself is even necessary. I'm working full time with three kids at home and I did the best I could. He got what I could give and now I have more to give to the rest of my family too. So now he's a FAT baby! It's insanely crazy how much he's changed in the last 2-3 weeks. My parents are watching the kids when we move and they are going to think I replaced my kid with some other kid. He's filled out and has those delicious chubby thighs and he's in 6 month clothes now. I mean, he must've gained POUNDS in the last 2 weeks. That's a lot for someone starting out at 14lbs. Healthy and happy! Back to sleeping through the night most of the time. We're about ready to start solids!
The weight loss...of course that's not for the baby. I was hiding in maternity clothes and stuff that covered me up in cold weather. I knew I needed to start something. I needed that before I even got pregnant with Luca. I never recovered from my pregnancy with Naomi and getting laid off from my job didn't help either. I was home for an entire month, depressed and alone so I just ate and ate and ate. Well, the warm weather is here to stay in Texas now and trying to find warm weather clothes must've just flipped a switch in me.
I can't stand the way I look and I know I'd be completely miserable until it got cold again if I didn't do SOMETHING! I signed back on to Weight Watchers Online and I started walking to pick up Luca from daycare in the stroller which is only about 2 miles round trip but it's something considering I've been a lazy pile of you know what for the last few years! So, I want to document the weight loss journey and hold myself accountable to continue! I can tell it's definitely clicked in my head. I'm dedicated and I've only had a few rest days. The diet part is going incredibly well. I've lost about 25 lbs on weight watchers before so I KNOW it works but that was ten years ago and I'm older and know it will be more difficult. Plus, I have about 40 to lose to get back down to a weight where I can maintain comfortably. It's amazing that I forget that I actually enjoy all the food I'm eating too. I love fruits and vegetables. It's just a commitment to take the time to have things on hand and cook healthy for myself!
Nick took pictures of me so I'd have something to motivate me if the pounds weren't coming off on the scale. I'd be able to see the differences in pictures. Even though I know they are only for me, I cried when I took my shirt off to take the picture in just my sports bra. It felt humiliating. What a shame that I'm even here in this situation. I don't even want to look at the picture! Maybe later.....but pounds are coming off already! It's been almost two weeks and I know that when I'm meeting with my co-workers in Dallas in May, I'll have at least met my goal of losing 10 lbs by then. I hope to be able to keep this posted too! Maybe someday they'll be an amazing before and after reveal!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Monday, July 11, 2011
Blog is for Vent
It's so much pressure to know how to start off a blog but I figured I'd try to give a really bad day a bit of my descriptive humor in order to shake it off. Besides, there are no followers and by the time I have any, who ever bothers to scroll to the beginning of it all?
So, I'm 22 weeks pregnant with my third child, I'm getting ready to move from Michigan to Texas and I have an arm full of poison ivy. Not just irritating red rash poison ivy; nasty, huge, weeping blisters covering my entire forearm. I gave in today and called my OB for some medication. Isn't it a bit interesting how the phone nurses and my midwives take over all heath care during a pregnancy. As if they become general practitioners! We moved an hour away about 6 months ago but use the same OB practice and family doctor so keep in mind it's an hour drive to any appointments.
Call 1 Phone Nurse: Did you try your general practitioner? No, okay well, let me check with your midwife to see what she wants to do.
Call 2 PN: We're going to call in the steroid pack for you and we have the number.
Call 3 PN: They said the steroid pack are on back order.....that means they aren't even making the steroid packs right now. Let me check with your midwife to see what she wants to do.
Call 4 NEW PN: The midwife said you need to call your general practitioner to get the shot.
Call 5 ME: Can I get in to see the doc to get this steroid shot. PN at family doctor: we're closed today, can you come at 2:45 tomorrow. ME: Yes, do you have the shot there? PN: Hold please. PN: No, we don't offer the shot here.
Call 6 ME leaving message: NO shots, no drugs, where do I go, what do I do. (I'm nearly in tears because I'm at work and I've spent my entire morning dealing with this).
I then realize that it's ridiculous that no pharmacies from here to an hour away have this medication.
Call 7 ME leaving message: I called three pharmacies locally and they all have the steroid packs. Please call in a script.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, really hungry for lunch but need to use my lunch to pick up script, waiting, waiting, waiting, STARVING.
Call 8 Pharmacist at Walgreens: Oh yeah, that's ready for you to pick up!
Some other blog rant will include my thoughts on how every person you encounter has their own remedy and ideas...this includes poison ivy as well as pregnancy and the combination of the two.
Later....home with the family. I'm always greeted with shouts of MOMMY and big huge hugs and kisses. Today, Olivia (my four and a half year old) comes up and says, "so how's that arm of yours doing?"
The kids recently discovered Yo Gabba Gabba on streaming Netflix (thanks to dad). Holy bizarro show! I love bizarre. For example, I love Adventure Time on Cartoon Network but this show is WEIRD! It was sort of a Halloween epsidoe and Olivia says, "look daddy, I'm a zombie!" He tells her she's moving way too fast and needs to drag a foot. He then proceeds to demonstrate. Then the 21 month old says, "I a zombie!" About two minutes later, Olivia is on the floor on all fours dragging a leg and proclaiming she's a DOG zombie. This cracked us up.
I just wanted a little Diet Red Pop to end the evening and that turned into an ant-tastic dance in the kitchen between my husband Nick, me, a dust buster, lots of dirty dishes and a dishwasher (also full of ants). After sucking the ants up and filling the dishwasher, I uncap the red pop, grab some ice and pour. When I lift the CAP to put it on the bottle, two ants jump out at me. These buggers are the big black ones and they are FAST! I yell and Nick says, 'you picked up that cap, didn't you." Hey Buddy! Nice trick! How was that a good trick. We're still debating whether the ants can crawl out of the dustbuster which he proceeded to plug back into the charger in the laundry room instead of emptying it. I bet you can guess which opinion I have about it!
So, I'm 22 weeks pregnant with my third child, I'm getting ready to move from Michigan to Texas and I have an arm full of poison ivy. Not just irritating red rash poison ivy; nasty, huge, weeping blisters covering my entire forearm. I gave in today and called my OB for some medication. Isn't it a bit interesting how the phone nurses and my midwives take over all heath care during a pregnancy. As if they become general practitioners! We moved an hour away about 6 months ago but use the same OB practice and family doctor so keep in mind it's an hour drive to any appointments.
Call 1 Phone Nurse: Did you try your general practitioner? No, okay well, let me check with your midwife to see what she wants to do.
Call 2 PN: We're going to call in the steroid pack for you and we have the number.
Call 3 PN: They said the steroid pack are on back order.....that means they aren't even making the steroid packs right now. Let me check with your midwife to see what she wants to do.
Call 4 NEW PN: The midwife said you need to call your general practitioner to get the shot.
Call 5 ME: Can I get in to see the doc to get this steroid shot. PN at family doctor: we're closed today, can you come at 2:45 tomorrow. ME: Yes, do you have the shot there? PN: Hold please. PN: No, we don't offer the shot here.
Call 6 ME leaving message: NO shots, no drugs, where do I go, what do I do. (I'm nearly in tears because I'm at work and I've spent my entire morning dealing with this).
I then realize that it's ridiculous that no pharmacies from here to an hour away have this medication.
Call 7 ME leaving message: I called three pharmacies locally and they all have the steroid packs. Please call in a script.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, really hungry for lunch but need to use my lunch to pick up script, waiting, waiting, waiting, STARVING.
Call 8 Pharmacist at Walgreens: Oh yeah, that's ready for you to pick up!
Some other blog rant will include my thoughts on how every person you encounter has their own remedy and ideas...this includes poison ivy as well as pregnancy and the combination of the two.
Later....home with the family. I'm always greeted with shouts of MOMMY and big huge hugs and kisses. Today, Olivia (my four and a half year old) comes up and says, "so how's that arm of yours doing?"
The kids recently discovered Yo Gabba Gabba on streaming Netflix (thanks to dad). Holy bizarro show! I love bizarre. For example, I love Adventure Time on Cartoon Network but this show is WEIRD! It was sort of a Halloween epsidoe and Olivia says, "look daddy, I'm a zombie!" He tells her she's moving way too fast and needs to drag a foot. He then proceeds to demonstrate. Then the 21 month old says, "I a zombie!" About two minutes later, Olivia is on the floor on all fours dragging a leg and proclaiming she's a DOG zombie. This cracked us up.
I just wanted a little Diet Red Pop to end the evening and that turned into an ant-tastic dance in the kitchen between my husband Nick, me, a dust buster, lots of dirty dishes and a dishwasher (also full of ants). After sucking the ants up and filling the dishwasher, I uncap the red pop, grab some ice and pour. When I lift the CAP to put it on the bottle, two ants jump out at me. These buggers are the big black ones and they are FAST! I yell and Nick says, 'you picked up that cap, didn't you." Hey Buddy! Nice trick! How was that a good trick. We're still debating whether the ants can crawl out of the dustbuster which he proceeded to plug back into the charger in the laundry room instead of emptying it. I bet you can guess which opinion I have about it!
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