Monday, March 30, 2009
Oh yeah, and D had his 9 month Dr. Visit last month too. On Feb 24th, he weighed 19lbs 9.9oz, and was....28 inches tall? Oh, I don't remember. I do remember that he is still just a little over the 25th percentile in height and weight, but over 50th in head size! "It's like Sputnik! Spherical, yet pointy at some parts!" :) That was a month ago...who knows where he sits now. He's amazing, that's for sure!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
This is all to say that I VERY MUCH intend to post again in the near future. I have SOOOOO many things to post about. I have a list. Please stay tuned, your patience will be greatly rewarded! :)
(By the way.....has anyone noticed a pattern here? I sure have: post a ton, wait a couple weeks, post a "I-will-post-again-soon-I-promise" blog, and so on....how annoying is that? Ugh, I don't want to be annoying. I'm going to change! HA! Like you haven't heard that before either!)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
(In case you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about, let me explain: after blogging about Dec and the breastfeeding, it got better. After blogging about Dec and his pickiness, he started eating better. So I thought I would bemoan about being rich someday since my blog is apparently "Opposite Land" and then we actually would maybe become rich. Just thought I'd give it a try. I'll let you know if it works.)
Friday, March 13, 2009
I don't know if I ever posted this picture here. This was actually taken at 12 weeks.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Today, Declan did not want to breastfeed. Well, 2 out of the three times we tried, he did not want to. He would just lay there, nibble a bit-with his TEETH, I would say "No, NO! No Declan!" and he would look up at me, scrunch his face up and whine. Then he would start crying. Tears. Not just the "I don't like 'No'" cry. The "why is she yelling at me, does she hate me?" cry. Add that to the fact that we lost an hour of sleep and I start crying a little. I thought, maybe this morning was just a fluke, he actually did nurse a tiny bit, just ended with the biting/NO/tears trifecta. And then, when I nursed him at church this afternoon, all was mostly well, just a little nip here and there. But tonight, at dinner.....no good. At that point, I really started to feel it....this may be the beginning of the end.
Like I said, I'm surprised I got this far. In the beginning, I couldn't see how I could make it, how it would be anything other than frustrating, painful, time-consuming, and exhausting. But it did get better. It did feel normal. I was getting bold, and I would nurse in front of people other than my family and close friends (always covered......I'm not that au naturel). I felt comfortable using nursing rooms at the mall, not needing all of my at-home paraphernalia. I even nursed at a park once! Seriously, things I never thought I would ever do. Still though, I always thought, "I can't wait for this to be over, to wear normal bras again, to stop pumping!!" I loved doing it, but it was still a little inconvenient, and I thought I would gladly say goodbye when the time came.
My goal was to make it to a year, but I would be ok if I didn't. I've now made it to practically 10 months, it may be time to wean.....and I'm not ok. I don't want to be done yet. It's not an issue of formula, I know it won't hurt my child, and 2 months of buying it won't drain our savings (too much, it's still RIDICULOUSLY expensive.) It's not an issue of my maternity failing to provide for my child. It's the one thing I honestly didn't expect to feel. I will miss the bond.
With all that struggling, it was hard to see the bond that Declan and I were forming. And then it became so routine, the bond was still a little lost. But today as I was faced with the reality that it could be over, all I could/can think of is that bond going away. As I type this, I have tears streaming down my face. I know that Declan and I have many other aspects of our lives to bond over, but this one is so precious. Whenever I was having trouble, Trevor would remind me "Becky, do you realize that you, and only you, have kept Declan alive for *insert length of time*?!" (Well, about 98% me, formula and solids have paid their dues.) This made me feel so special, kinda heroic. But I won't get to do that anymore.
This is so dramatic! :) I knew it would come to an end someday.....unless I went La Leche League on you guys and breastfed until he was 8! Ewww! (I'm not judging.....ok, yes I am, 8 years old?!? Come on!) But really, I didn't intend to go past a year, I knew I would be weaning, and that it would be soon. I just didn't expect this to be my reaction to it. To be sad and to cry. Well, maybe a little sadness, but not this hole-in-my-heart sadness. Shoot there go the dramatics again!
And really, there were just 2 months left!! I was so close!! Dang! :) But I guess the silver lining is this: He now has top teeth and those teeth are *#&!*#@ sharp! (Sorry mom.....but really, they are.)
Anyway, this could all be for naught. It could have been a bad day, the time change could have messed him up, his mouth could have been hurting from the new teeth. We have tomorrow to see what really lies ahead. And perhaps the day after that, if I can withstand it. I will still pump as much as I can, the less formula we spend money on, the better. The boobs have yet to relinquish their rule.
Declan, thank you for making me a stronger mommy, sticking with me as we fought through the hard times, making me laugh with your silly grins in between gulps, and for the sweet cuddle time after every meal. I promise we can still cuddle, I will always laugh at your silly grins, and that there will be more hard times to fight through. I can't wait for the millions and millions of special bonds we will continue to make. I love you my sweet boy!
ok people, put your tissues away and get back to work......or keep reading my blog. It's fun. It's what I would do. :)
An Update: It is now Monday morning. He pretty much cried just looking at the boob. I think that's a bad sign. :)
Here's the thing: Declan is picky. With his food. Like his mother. Damn her....
Or at least he is right now. I pray so hard to the dear Baby Jesus that this is just a phase and will go away, but while I'm smack in the middle of it, I could go crazy. When we started real solid food, not the cereal stuff, I decided to go with veggies first, so he would learn to like them, and not necessarily get a sweet tooth off fruit. After about a month of this, I introduced fruit. And then I did something that I think set me up for the pickiness: I made so much of the same food and fed it to him for about 2 weeks straight, he got so used to it, he didn't want to try anything else. He mostly won't like new veggies, but even avocado he didn't like.
What he does like:
V-sweet potatoes, sometimes carrots
F-apples, peaches, bananas, pears, plums
What he does NOT like:
V-peas, green beans, squash (yellow, green, butternut), cauliflower, cucumber
I have some AMAZING videos of Declan trying these foods, and the awesome faces he made. I've been requested to post them....soon Jamie. Soon.
So I am at my wits end. I have returned to feeding him is old faithful, but only because I feel like if I force him to eat what he doesn't like, it will only make it worse! But, am I giving him too much starch with all the potatoes? Am I forming a sweet tooth with all the fruits? Argh! This part of parenting is not my favorite!
Case in point: Here we have a scenario in which my patience ran out. I did not get mad and yell at Declan, I know that would certainly not have helped. Instead......we got in a food fight. Poor Declan though, it was kinda a one-sided fight. But I can't say he was too put-out by it. Take a look:
"You take it!"
"Hey....give it back!"
I think he figured out how silly he looked when he turned to me and said "Now what did you go and do all that for?"
I can't say that I'm too proud of my reaction on this one. But it did make for some fun pictures, and I don't think it was too harmful to him.....right?