Well it’s been ages since I posted, not much beyond the obvious to say. I had another baby. She came early, one of these days I”m sure i’ll end up posting that whole ordeal, but she came and she’s perfect.
Right now, this is pretty much what life is like: http://yourbestnestindy.com/2014/02/27/mommy-somebody-needs-you/
I’m exhausted but I remember how much this is the phase that’s so bittersweet. My body is finally down to wear I can fit into some of my jeans and my daughter is past the fetus phase (as in, she’ll actually interact)…but on the flip side, this is the countdown to going back to work. 6 effing weeks. I remember this feeling so much from last time, feeling like in 6 weeks my child will turn into a pumpkin and this wonderful time will be gone. Last time I had some solace that there would probably be another baby to enjoy this moment…this being my last time, I’m clutching every second because this is it.
This is it. Every sweet wonderful baby moment, this is it.
Some random thoughts:
- Unlike my son who would take a pacifier, Dahlia (yes, after the flower no, not after the murdered actress) won’t take any. ANY. I can open a boutique for the number of pacifiers I’ve purchased. She wants the boob. Fortunately it’s getting a bit better (she’s discovering her fingers, more slobber but at least gives my boobs a break).
- That also means the bottle is becoming an issue. I figured out that she only wants rubber nipples, not silicone which is what 99% of all bottles use. Through much trial and error, this leaves me using either the 97 cent walmart bottle or my beloved Playtex Drop-In rubber nipples, which are beyond impossible to find.
- The above is especially important because making milk is still a huge issue. I’ll never be the woman who can pump more than even 4 ounces at a time (and that’s only happened once). I average around 2-3oz per pumping session. Certainly not enough to carry my child through childcare, but this time I’m not as panicky about giving over formula.
- I bought a small chest freezer for the garage which may be one of my most favorite purchases. It was originally because I knew that breastmilk takes up a ton of room in the garage but now it’s turning out to be just so helpful when doing big grocery trips.
- Potty training: it’s getting better. We’re on month…5?, and it’s finally going well. On the flip side, it’s REALLY hard to drop everything with a baby when you’re in potty training mode. Most of the past 3 months being at home meant that my son’s time on the potty included a screaming hysterical baby.
- Actually, anything with my son involves a screaming baby, the poor girl gets ignored so much because she’s almost like an 11lbs prop because his needs are so much greater. That’s why I relate so much to the first part of that link above.
- My disastis recti is horrific. I wish I could do stomach crunches. It’s taken me a LONG time to figure out how to work my inner corset ab muscles (the TVA muscles, aka, the ones that keep you from looking like an Ethiopian child from a World Vision commercial) and it’s still very difficult for me to exercise them.
- I don’t want to go back to work and give up my sweet precious perfect little girl
- Son is still in special ed preschool, we fought for more services and now he’s in school until 1:30 every day, getting extra speech therapy services.
- I’ve barely had any time to decorate this house, my nesting instinct has finally kicked in. So my daughter’s room is getting a nursery while the rest of the house still looks awful.
Gotta go pump (ughghgh), but all I can say is:
When on maternity leave, one child is a beautiful stroll in the park. A toddler (or at least, a developmentally delayed one with sensory processing disorder) and a newborn is like a gauntlet in hell.