A quick update from the land of exhaustion.  It seems we have a teething toddler again and this time it’s a doozy.  Last night went as follows: Bedtime at 7:30, awake and crying at 8:15.  Nurse for 10 minutes, back to sleep until 9:00.  Wake up at 9:00 screaming.  Comes into our bed and nurses until 9:15.  Back in his bed until 11.  Starts crying and sits up in his bed.  Then stands up and cries.  Comes back in bed and nurses on and off until 12:45….still semi-crying.  Starting to feel feverish, we decide to just get up…none of us really sleeping.  Temperature is 101.  Gave L a dose of M.otrin and we watch FROSTY on repeat until 1:45am.  He gets out the hairdryer and wants to play.   I am sooooo tired my eyelids are burning.  Finally get him back to bed at 2-something, and he sleeps till about 4, nurses then goes back to bed until 6:15, when he promptly gets up for the day.  Time for his morning nap around 10 and he does the same routine….eventually nursing for 45 minutes straight ( and I feel like my boobs are pancakes now.  He ends up sleeping for a total of 15 minutes, and I am so bummed I didn’t get a chance to rest just a little.  My body feels like it’s running in slow motion and my brain is foggy.  I finally got him down for an afternoon nap (which he NEVER takes anymore) which is both good and bad.  Good, because now he will be rested…..Bad, because he won’t think he needs to go to bed until 10pm.  Why is teething so hard?  Oh, and at just shy of 6 weeks preggo, the nausea fairy has come to visit.  A little early aren’t ya????


Still In Shock

Thanks EVERYONE for the outpouring of congrats, love and well wishes!! You guys are awesome.  It’s been a few days, and the reality is just starting to sink in, although – to be honest – I’m still in shock.  K and I feel so lucky and grateful that this happened the first try.  We can’t believe it.  It seems too good to be true, seriously.  She and I both feel that this must have been meant to happen, exactly when it did and how it did, and there can be no other explanation for it.  I hadn’t been ovulating for months, and then this cycle, I did…very early on Dec.29th – Lach’s 1st birthday! That is when conception happened! Lach was also conceived on the 29th day of the month – March 2008. We inseminated this time 2 days before ovulation (hmmm…will it be a girl?) with only ONE insem.  It was more stressful with trying to keep the toddler entertained, and I didn’t keep my legs up for nearly as long as before- yet, it happened.  The TWW was long, and around day 9 of the wait, I realized that I was okay with whatever happened.  Truly.  It would happen when it was supposed to.  But, that didn’t mean that not testing was easy! I finally caved.  10DPO and nothing.  Okay.  So I didn’t test at all on 11DPO and on the morning of 12DPO, my temperature went up again.  I thought I’d test again, just to be sure.  I used a dollar store test, and waited 5 minutes before looking.  There was a line so so so faint, it almost could be in my head.  I wondered if it was.  I twisted and turned the test in the light and started thinking that something was there.  I called K up to look – who had told me the day before that I most surely was NOT pregnant….after all, I didn’t have any breast tenderness – which was the #1 early pregnancy symptom – and one that I had EARLY ON with pregnancy #1.  I had felt no different during the TWW, except I was bloated for SEVERAL days.  She came upstairs and I told her that I thought I saw a faint faint faint line.  “Do you see it? Do you see it? Hold it like THIS (up to the light).”  She stared at it for a minute, and then said, “Yeah, I definitely see something.”  It was so light though, that maybe it was an evap line….I mean, by 12DPO, you should be able to SEE it, right?” She told me that we shouldn’t read into it, and just test the next day.  I threw away my pee from in the cup, then realized we had a digital test!  Ahhh! I had zero pee left in me….so the next 3-4 hour wait was agonizing….but when I peed on the digital, it came up almost right away.  Holy. Crap.  K gave me a huge hug and we just stood in the bathroom, not believing it – but at same time -knowing full well what the test had said.  I have called our MW, who was elated and immediately entered motherly-caretaker role and began asking me questions.  “Are you taking your prenatal?” Yes.  “Are you making SURE you’re getting enough folic acid?” Yes.  “Did you call B (NP) and set up an appointment to see her, because they are 3-4 weeks out and you have to tell them you’re a returning patient because they aren’t accepting new patients…..” She made sure I had everything down that I needed to do in the next few days.  I told her K and I were so looking forward to seeing her again.  Appointment is made for 9 1/2 weeks.  Our NP is just awesome and I’m hoping she’ll do an early ultrasound so I can see a tiny heartbeat flickering away.  Hoping hoping hoping.  This part of the pregnancy is hard – the waiting to know everything is OK.  All I can do is hope and pray and be thankful, thankful that this little one chose us!  We have told a select few people.  Waiting until after 10 weeks to tell family and friends.  I think we’re going to print Lach a shirt that says “I’m a big brother!” and just see how long it takes family to notice! Our autumn baby is due September 21st and we can’t wait!! Now, if in the next few months I could just figure out how to get Lachlan to sleep through the night, in his own crib (not our bed), not nurse to sleep at night OR through the night.  Piece of cake, right?

The Appointment

This is quite lengthy…just a heads up! Lachlan had his 12 month well-baby appointment today.  Our appointments always manage to be during “sick visit” time.  Lucky us! We arrived at 3:30pm and 2 middle-school-aged kids were running around the toddler play area screaming and yelling and throwing themselves through the windows of the l.ittle t.ikes playhouse, that was clearly much too small for them.  I tried not to glare at them, and simply glanced their way with disapproving eyes.  That’ll teach them! Okay, actually, they didn’t care and continued on.  Their mom was M.I.A. and an older sister sat ignoring them on the couch in the waiting room.  I tried to distract Lach with the tank of fish, but all he wanted to do was run over and play with the little hooligans kids in the germ-infested area.  Not happening.

K approached the check-in window and we were greeted with a snarky new somewhat-elderly office assistant.  She immediately rubbed me the wrong way and looked genuinely miserable.  You know, the kind that feels put-out just to be at work? Like, seriously, what was I thinking bothering her? Surely she had better things to be doing with her time than helping me!?  First thing she asked was, “Are you here for a sick visit?”  I responded, “No.  We have a 3:30 appointment for Lachlan.  It’s a well-baby visit.”  No response.  “Insurance card?” Ummm….we have it on file, so they never need us to show it to them.  Maybe she just doesn’t know the system yet.  “Nothing has changed.  Why do you need to see the card?”  She looked at me like I had four eyes.  “It’s a NEW YEAR.”, she snapped back.  Thanks for the explanation.  All I could think of was, ‘Wow….I see you’re wearing a wedding band…..your poor husband.’  Of course I didn’t say that though, and K just got our card out and breathed, “Happy New Year”.  She looked at it for maybe 10 seconds, obviously seeing that, yes, we DO have that information on file! Then, handed it back to me and gave me a new last name.  “Pardon?”, I said.  “Oh, that’s not my name.”  I guess now I had 5 eyes, because she was staring even harder! She muttered some excuse about talking to someone else by that name and that she just had it stuck in her head.

Anyway, it was a lovely start to the appointment.  Lachlan was already mad that I didn’t let him play with the rugrats in the playhouse and was utterly upset to even be at the doctors.  After our name was called, we walked to room #7 to wait for the doctor.  One of the nurses/assistants came in to weigh Lach and get all his measurements.  You remember last time how I was thinking their scale was off? Well, now I think it was just the nurses incompetence.  I don’t mean to sound harsh….but – let me explain.  They weigh the kids on a baby scale.  I mean, literally, it is baby-sized and the child lays down on it.  At his last appointment, he was wriggling around like crazy and the scale would go from 16 lbs to 19 and back again.  I had mentioned a few months ago that I didn’t think the nurse was getting an accurate weight, but she seemed to think it worked just fine.  Well, as you may remember, we went on to listen to the doctor talk about him being at the lower-end of the weight spectrum, protein needs, yada yada.  So, today the nurse tried to do the same thing.  Only, I was prepared this time.  It helps that Lachlan LOVES to weigh himself at work on the U.PS Scale.  He just crawls right on to it on the floor (its a big square), I turn the button on and – voila – instant weight check.  Well, as of this morning, he was 21.4.  So, the nurse comes into our room and records his length (75 percentile) and then said that he was time for him to get weighed.  I followed her to the scale.  “He gets weighed on THAT again?” I said.  I was genuinely surprised that they would try to weigh toddlers on this thing.  “Oh yeah.  Probably until he’s at least 2.”  Ha! Yeah right.  Like he’s going to lay down, or even sit on that tiny thing.  Sure enough….he screamed and flayled around and the numbers went from 17-20 and back again.  She said, “Ok, why don’t you come over here and hold this?”, giving me some toy that she thought might amuse him.  K and I just looked at eachother, both thinking “this is NOT working”.  She looked like she was going to write something down on his chart.  I picked him up and said, “I don’t think this is accurate, and I weighed him this morning and he is 21.4”.  Well, she still found it necessary to put me on the scale and then add him to make sure I was right.  According to that method, Lachlan is 21.5 lbs, which places him almost at the 50 percentile….just under.  Whatever….at least that was over! Geesh.  Come up with a new system!!! Maybe I should suggest the U.PS scales.

After that ordeal, we waited in room #7 for 30 minutes for the doctor to come into the room.  Lach is still in a diaper and we are trying to entertain him with crinkle paper and a tube of SPF 50 baby sunscreen.  Not working so well.  Lach proceeded to start bawling and rubbing his eyes.  The room is very tiny, and a half hour of no walking is like a lifetime to Lachlan.  K looks at me and says, “I’m waiting another 5 minutes and then we’re walking out.”  We discuss the option of the granola-ish pedi 30 or so mins from our house.  She is very supportive of not vaccinating babies and toddlers and focuses highly on nutrition and alternative healing.  K opens the door and our pedi walks in.  She apologizes profusely and said she got caught up with a sick child.  She smiles and says she understands it’s not fun for Lachlan, etc, etc.  We try to smile back and focus on getting him checked out.  He is just DONE by this point, and the whole visit just cries uncontrollably….especially when he has to lay down the crinkly paper and get his nose, ears and mouth prodded.  Poor thing.  He claws at us to pick him up and I feel just horrible inside.  She tells us that he his two top teeth are just under the gums, about to break through the surface.  That makes sense, as the last few nights have been worse than normal.  She is really quite attentive during the appointment and says she is thrilled with how much he can sign and feels that he is just doing wonderfully physically and developmentally.  She doesn’t even really give us a shpeal about vaccines and just gets us to sign the form.  She apologizes again about the wait, and makes it back into our good graces.  We all go home exhausted.  Oh, and on top of all of that, K is sick AND we left our male beagle, Bentley, in the car during the appointment, and stuff is EVERYWHERE.  He figured out how to open the zipper on the lunch bag and ate 1 R.eese’s cup, 4 squares of G.odiva dark chocolate, 1 chocolate chip granola bar, 1 zucchini muffin, 1 chocolate cookie and 1/2 the bottle of homeopathic teething drops.  He hasn’t even gotten sick tonight.

Some videos to make me smile after all that.  Hope they make you smile too!