Hooray for sleep!

And just last week I was whining about not getting any sleep.

Last night I put Aidan to bed around 7:30pm. Normally he takes his last nap around this time. I hadn’t given him his dinner nor his bath. It was going on 9:30pm and I was wondering if I should wake him up. I was afraid he’d wake up starving at 1am or something.

Well, I decided it was best that I go to sleep so that if he does wake up like that, I’ll be rested enough.

I woke up this morning when my husband’s alarm went off around 6am. Aidan was still asleep!!! He slept for about 11 hours!!!! It would have been longer had my husband not woke him up trying to cover him back up. I won’t complain, though!!

Yum yum! Nutrition!

I received another pamphlet/booklet from Nestle: Very Best Baby. They always send coupons for formula and helpful info. This time they sent info on how much and what baby should be eating from 9-12 months. I have been trying to find an example of a meal for a while now.

Now I know.

I also know that at this time in their live, baby needs 9 TIMES more calcium and iron than an adult male!!!!!

In this, they recommended that I start on the Good Start 2 formula because it provides that. We also started adding new foods to his diet: cheese, cottage cheese, yogurt and crackers. We had started giving him teething biscuits a couple of weeks ago and he’s just now getting used to them. He doesn’t like the cheese and I’m giving him cottage cheese today, so we’ll see how that goes. He loves the yogurt!

I’m excited about feeding him new things!! It makes me feel even more like a mom. I like that he relies on me to cut up his food and feed him good things. I can tell that he’s excited about it, despite the semi-sour faces he makes when he tries that first bite.

Being a mom has been the best experience ever. I am glad that I am able to live a healthy, happy life with my wonderful family.

Lift!…and pull!

Today Aidan and I went and played on his rug – as usual – and I decided that it was time for him to start learning/practicing how to pull himself up.

I put him in his crib and he immediately started doing it as if he’s done it for a while now. Hmmm…..maybe when I think he’s going to sleep, he’s secretly practicing new ways to make mommy smile!!!

He has also learned that knobs pull things open. He can open the kitchen cabinets (but they bump into his car stroller) and he opened his drawer in his room while crawling around. He then tried to grab the sides to keep pulling, but leaned into it and pinched one of his fingers. Ouch!

So, he can now pull up, but can’t sit up from a laying position. :\

Another development I’ve noticed is that when I’m changing his outfit, I let him play with something to keep him occupied and to keep him from pitching a fit. Well, when I’m trying to put his arms through, he knows to switch the item from hand-to-hand so I can do this!!

My baby rocks!

Today I was the minority.

What a hectic day!!! Ahhh!

I just got home about 45 minutes ago. This is the first time I’ve gotten online.

I had to get the Mowery’s photos sorted out since they ordered for 3 families. That took a little while. Then I prepared to take Aidan to get his shots. 😐

I made the appointment at the Health Department because I discovered that they only charge $13.75 for all of his shots. If I went to his doctor, I would have had to pay a $30 copay (I believe).

We had to wait in the lobby for a while. At first, he was checking out all the kids and calm. Then he got comfortable and started jumping in my lap and talking up a storm. I felt guilty because I knew he was getting ready to be in pain and he didn’t.

While in the lobby, the majority of people were Mexicans. There were 3 white people including myself and 6 Mexican people (all with about 15 kids running around). I felt disgusted the whole time I was there because it just felt nasty in there. The windows were grimey and so were the floors. The chairs looked tattered and worn. Aidan’s pediatrician has a well building and a sick building. I LOVE that!!

Anyhoo.

Once we made it back to the office, she was preparing the needles and Aidan was looking at her like he knew what was coming. Poor baby had to get poked 5 times!! (I got the flu shot for him as well). He cried so hard that he saped and turned blood red. I started crying and kissing him on the head. As soon as she was done, I started to turn him around and cuddle. He turned himself around and held his arms up. As soon as I held him close, he stopped crying. Aww. 🙂

Then I told him, “She’s the mean person, not momma.” lol

She thought it was funny, too.

She told me that he’d be caught up in 6 months. Now I just hope that the pediatrician doesn’t recommend that we wait until then to have his surgery. The urologist doesn’t like to do it after they’re a year old. They can, they just prefer not to.

Guess I’ll call Aidan’s doctor next week and find out.

Since Aidan is too young for ice cream, I bought him a toy. He chose a xylophone!!

Ureka!!

OK….so I went to Chattanooga today to get some pics printed up and I had fed Aidan before we left. About 20 minutes before they were done, he pooped. I sat down to change him (I’ll change him wherever I feel like it!!!) and discovered I had left the diaper bag in the car. Dammit!!

About 20 minutes later we got to the car and I changed him immediately. His butt was orange from the poop. (He had eaten sweet potatoes before we left). As I was gently wiping him, he started to gasp as if it was hurting. He wasn’t even red or anything. So I cleaned as best I could without doing further damage.

I got home and he woke up a short while later and when I went to change him, his butt was RED!!! Poor baby. So, now I know it’s the friggin’ sweet potatoes. No more!! I gave him a bath and let him let it all hang out for a little while. He seemed so relieved. Then I put a big glob of A&D on and he’s now napping.

I absolutely HATE when he gets chafed.

At least now I know.

Why I didn’t put my baby in daycare:

Last week I heard on the news about a baby at a daycare that was discovered to have been put in a dark room with it’s paci taped with packaging tape over it’s mouth.

I would be going to jail for beating the living shit out of somebody. This happened not too far from my hometown, in Jefferson City.

You know when I talked to people about why I refused to put Aidan in daycare after maternity leave, they always told me the same thing, you know that it doesn’t happen that often; it’s not every daycare….blah, blah. Well, maybe that’s true, but what about all of the abuse/neglect that we don’t hear about; that we don’t ever know happens?? I’m not willing to take that chance. Ever.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have absolutely no control over what happens to you in any way shape or form. babies don’t know to scream for help. They don’t know that what’s being done to them is wrong.

If you’re a parent, picture the look on your baby’s face whenever they have their paci in and they give you that baffled, cute look. Now imagine it happening when someone’s taping up their mouth. How can anyone treat babies so horribly?? I mean you have to be sick to do such a thing.

Before Aidan was born, I was flippant on the idea of putting him in daycare. After he came along, I knew I never wanted to take any risks of putting him in danger.

Plus, I didn’t want his first word, first step, etc with other people. I wanted it to be with either Mike or I. Fortunately my job was able to help me out with this and I took a PRN position and they’ve worked me practically every weekend what I asked for: Saturday mornings to Sunday evenings. I stay overnight, then come home the next day for Mike to prepare for bed and go to work the next day.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course, that is unless I am able to quit work and just do photography.

XOXO

I absolutely love when I pick Aidan up and he lays his head on my shoulder and wraps his arms around my neck. Sometimes he does it without laying his head down. Regardless…..I LOVE it!!

He also likes playing with my hair, especially when he’s trying to fall asleep in my arms. He’ll let it run through his fingers over and over. It’s sweet. It’s almost as if it’s calming for him.

And whenever he gets upset and starts to cry, he’ll do the “Ahhh-mom-mom-mommaaaa” thing. He always wants his momma. I was somewhere yesterday and a little boy started crying and saying, “I want my mommy” as his dad was carrying him off to the bathroom or wherever. I thought to myself, “That’s going to be Aidan.” Such a momma’s boy already!!

I don’t mind.