Pictures from the last couple of weeks:
Pictures from the last couple of weeks:
My giant mutant child is gaining about a pound a week, which pretty much means he’s eating all the time. When he’s not eating, he’s usually sleeping, and we’re (I’m) still having trouble putting him down to sleep during the day (he’ll usually wake up crying if he’s sleeping or just start crying if he was quiet and happy), meaning I don’t have my hands free to type. Or do anything, really, but typing is my goal right now. Actually, that’s not where I was going with this. He’s eating all the time, right? And he has been from the start, but since…Wednesday, I think (which was only yesterday somehow?), he started cluster feeding again, and except for overnight, I fed him nearly every half hour for most of the day because APPARENTLY he’s going through a growth spurt. Yeah, you read that right. My giant mutant baby, who already weighs as much as a 6-month-old, is going through a growth spurt.
He got his first round of vaccinations last Friday, so he slept a TON over the weekend (this would be the perfect spot to insert an anti-vaxxer conspiracy theory about the human growth hormones that were probably included in the vaccinations – thanks, Greg, for the idea) and got really clingy. It’s adorable, but clingy = in my arms = I can’t do anything useful around the house. And he looks so SAD. It’s hard to see. Speaking of crying because the baby is upset, he’s a little bit congested, so last night John was trying to get some snot out of his nose and Jack HATED it. I’m pretty sure we weren’t hurting him, but the tone of Jack’s crying set me off. We stopped (and John was more successful this morning).
This morning, Jack and I drove to CVS to get a package of diapers (he has outgrown size 1, and the packages of size 2s we ordered won’t arrive until tomorrow – we’re running dangerously low) and to DD to get coffee. He fell asleep in the car seat, and he STAYED asleep when I brought the car seat inside (usually he wakes up when we stop moving), so I left him in it and I have stolen this time to transfer pictures from phone to laptop and to write THIS.
He’s been asleep for almost an hour and a half. I don’t know when he’ll wake up, but I expect him to wake up screaming and hungry (he’s done that a couple of times over the past day or two) because he hasn’t eaten in more than three hours. We shall see. In the meantime, I was able to eat my bagel and drink my coffee and write this in peace WITH BOTH HANDS. If he stays asleep a while longer, maybe I’ll conquer the world. Or finish making our thank you note list. Same thing, really.
Book 3 in the Frontlines series, light space military in the not-too-distant future. Fun and easy. Reminiscent of Starship Troopers, but nearly every space military novel told from the point of view of a soldier is.
Very slow start, but it’s about a near future where Wikipedia (called Information and available to everyone via fancy high-tech future sci-fi gadgets) is ubiquitous and the world is split into centenals (100,000 people) instead of countries and micro-democracy is the way to go. There are global elections every 10 years and one is coming up. Interesting premise, and the plot picked up (and I plan to continue the series), but it had a really slow, pretty dry start.
Today is the 10th anniversary of my blog. My very first post (which isn’t very good) was written and published on Nov 7, 2008, just a few days after Obama won the presidential election and the world was bright and beautiful and full of hope. Oh, how things have changed.
I’ve already mentioned that my 10th year online here has been…lackluster as far as posting goes, but I wanted to at least acknowledge this anniversary. And here’s visual proof of why my posts have been so sparse.
The day we got home from the hospital:
One week old:
Two weeks old:
Three weeks old:
Four weeks old:
Five weeks old:
Six weeks old:
This doesn’t excuse the scarcity of posts for the whole of 2018, since he only arrived six weeks ago…except yeah, he kind of is the reason I went missing all year.
Not great. Again, it’s the writing. The story is fine, but there’s SO much exposition dumped into dialogue, there’s lampshading which only serves to point out small inconsistencies or weirdnesses that I might not have noticed without it, and there’s too much telling and not showing. Callie’s an expert at this or that? Show me, don’t tell me. I will not be continuing this series.
We think Jack may have a sensitivity to milk, so I eliminated dairy from my diet 11 days ago. (I meant to start 13 days ago, but I kept forgetting and doing stupid things like eating ice cream that first day and chicken corn chowder (heavy on cream and cheese) the second day.) I THINK we’re seeing an improvement in Jack, but it’s hard to tell – is it really better? Did I screw up again mid-week? (Yes.) Is it possible that it’s just his immature digestive system acting up and it seems better now because he’s growing? I have no idea. Also, I’ve done my googling (naturally), and if he is sensitive to milk, it’s pretty mild and thank goodness for that. A serious sensitivity would be much more unpleasant for him.
Anyway, being dairy-free SUCKS and that’s with me only eliminating the obvious stuff – no milk, no butter, no cheese, no sour cream. Ugh, no cream cheese. I’m not going full vegan and avoiding baked goods or fully cooked things that might have had dairy in them. I did miss having tea and cereal, so I’m trying almond milk. It’s….okay. I do NOT recommend drinking it straight. I tried it with chocolate cake – that’s a big no. (The cake is a big yes.) But in cereal, it’s great. I pretty much couldn’t tell it wasn’t regular milk with either Frosted Flakes or Honey Nut Cheerios. In tea, the jury is still out. This is my second try with Yorkshire tea, and I’m not wild about it, but I used it in French Vanilla tea yesterday, and it was great.
What I really want is to go back to my normal diet, but I’m not sure how to approach that. If Jack were to show no improvement, then yay I can eat what I want, but the poor baby is still in distress. If Jack shows improvement, then either he’s sensitive to dairy and I should stay off it for at least a few months or dairy has nothing to do with it and he’s just maturing. I have no way to tell without testing by introducing dairy again, which might make Jack very uncomfortable again.
Yeah, yeah, the responsible thing to do is continue to avoid dairy. Boo responsibility.
Now, to thank you all for your patience, here is a picture of Jack from when he was one week old.
I have many many many more pictures, and now that I have solved (John has solved) my picture problem, I will be uploading more. I just don’t have them on my computer yet. Jack is sleeping and my phone is providing white noise, so I don’t want to take it away to get the pictures.
Gave Up: 10/13/18
I’d been looking forward to reading this – grimdark fantasy series with a mercenary army – but the writing style was impossible. I wasn’t getting any information about the characters, the action scenes were muddled. I couldn’t tell what was happening, who it was happening to, or why I should care. Good reasons to give up reading it.
Jack is two weeks old as of yesterday. In the week and a half we’ve had him home, we have reached the following milestones:
The next milestone is probably unraveling the sleep progress. It feels too early for optimism.
Gave Up: 10/11/18
This sounded like fun – the gates of Hell open, demons possess most humans, and the only ones saved are those who make it to cathedrals which are being guarded by the gargoyles who came to life. I couldn’t get into it. The characters didn’t grab me and the dialogue was annoying.
For anyone wondering, the complete absence of posts for two weeks was due to Jack being born and me losing the ability to use my hands for anything other than holding the baby. He won’t sleep in anything safe, like the crib or the bassinet. He’ll only sleep occasionally in the napper (unsafe: too cushy, inclined) or in our arms, and in our arms means WE don’t sleep.
We’ve gotten lots of advice, and we’re trying lots of different things, but we’re basically resigned to being completely exhausted for the first couple of months. And hello, we KNEW that – we’ve watched plenty of movies and TV and we have lots of friends and family who have gone through this – but there’s a difference between knowing about it and experiencing it. It’s a combination of “I would give anything for a decent few hours’ sleep” and “no, I can’t put this baby down, I HAVE to hold him so he knows I love him, and if that means I don’t sleep, then I don’t sleep.”
“How am I able to type this now?”, you ask, reasonably curious after what I just said. Well, I’ll tell you. Half an hour ago, he fell asleep in my arms while nursing. I swaddled him first, using the first blanket we got that was actually large enough for him, and I managed to get him from my arms into the pack and play bassinet without fuss. We’ve done that before, but he never lasts more than five minutes or so. As of right now, we’re going on 40 minutes napping in the bassinet, and even if he wakes up right now (he’s stirring, so he might), I’m going to count this as a win. We just need him to do it at night.
Also, it might have been smart of me to take that 40 minutes and nap myself, but…who said I was smart?
A Sherlock Holmes story told in the present day boarding school, with teenagers for Holmes and Watson. Lots of fun, first in a series.
Baby John, henceforth to be known as Jack, was born on 9/26/18 at 8:36pm (Wednesday night, after we arrived at the hospital with labor in full swing about 2:15 Wednesday morning). He weighed 9 lbs even (John says it was actually 9 lbs and .2 oz) and was 21.5 inches long. (Apparently, I was also 21.5 inches long at birth, but I only weighed 6 lbs, 13oz.) He’s a giant. Also, babies typically lose a little weight after birth and it usually takes 10 days to 2 weeks to gain it back. When we left the hospital, he weighed just under 9 lbs (I don’t remember the exact weight). We left on Sunday. On Monday, at his first doctor’s appointment, he weighed 9 lbs, 1 oz. So….already gained it back. And then on Thursday, he weighed 9 lbs, 10.5 oz. Today, at 13 days old, he weights 10 lbs, 9.5 oz, gained an inch in length and half an inch around his head. This is a large baby.
He’s wonderful. Even if he does still look like a grumpy old man.
Damn it, I have to solve a picture size issue before I can upload anything. I PROMISE I will do that real soon.
The last book (novella) in the Dreamhealers series, although it was the first story written, is a little different from the rest. Still good, but I actually thought something bad might happen in this one (it didn’t).
I couldn’t have picked a better series to read in the last weeks of my pregnancy and the first week after Jack’s birth.
I started this one in the hospital the day after Jack was born, so I didn’t get a lot of reading done for a few days, but again, this was the right series at the right time. Calming, nice story, some drama that will be resolved without lasting harm to the characters. This is book 4 in the Dreamhealers series.
Let’s stick with what’s working – pastoral SF that is lovely and calming and about people who don’t want to cause anyone any pain. This is book 3 in the Dreamhealers series.
Hey. We’re in the hospital. Been here since 3am. No baby yet, but it’s coming. More later, but I thought you’d like to know.
D-Day +3. No change from my perspective, but I saw the doctor today, there’s some progress the details of which I will not go into because really, people, I’m sharing plenty already, and I have another appointment on Friday (assuming there’s no baby by Friday). If induction is in my future, the earliest would be Saturday, and we’ll make the decision at the appointment on Friday. There. Everyone’s up to date.
We saw my least favorite doctor, but thankfully I liked her much better today. I don’t know what’s different, but I’m glad something was.
It’s tired, and I’m rainy…and that’s my brain right now, so I should stop before I embarrass myself further.
D-Day + 2, no change, but I have more confirmation that we have pretty great neighbors. My next-door neighbor was coming home from the gym as I was coming back from my walk, and she, being a nurse, was pretty reassuring and offered (again) to help when/if we need it. I saw our other immediate neighbors around lunchtime (Kevin and one of the (grown-up) kids) when I stopped by to give them some of last night’s cookie batch, and they insisted on sending me away with apples they picked this past weekend and admonishments to wash my hands as soon as I get home because Kerry has a cold and they don’t want me to get sick.
We’re now at D-Day + 1, which is not a thing I thought would happen. I mean, I’m aware that only about 5% of babies are born on their due date, so I wasn’t expecting to actually give birth ON SATURDAY. Maybe I was, subconsciously. I guess I thought I’d be early, if anything, right up until we got to the last week and there were no signs of
impending doom imminent labor.
40 weeks of pregnancy is a long time, guys. I still feel good – I haven’t reached get-this-baby-out-of-me levels of irritation, but now I’m playing a waiting game, and it’s not my favorite. Clearly this baby is a procrastinator, just like us.
Being late has started a few conversations with strangers. We went for a walk on the beach Saturday night and this older guy stopped and asked when we’re due. “Today” is not the response people expect. “Yesterday” isn’t either, judging by the reactions I got from the women in the nail salon today. (I felt I was safe to take the car and leave John at home long enough to get a manicure and get some groceries.)
My back ached for a little bit this evening, but I’d just been bending over, putting groceries away and taking cookies out of the oven (I want to bring some to the neighbors as a thank you and I’m planning on bribing nurses. No, I’m not nesting.), so it could have been that. It wasn’t accompanied by contractions. We’ll see how tonight goes.