So Greyson's fever went away after about 18 hours, then I had a little tickle in my throat Sunday. Monday I got the chills, had a fever overnight. Tuesday I stayed home sick with fever, cough, snot, aches, but had to be mommy too since babysitter called in sick. Greyson developed a cough/sneeze and we're hoping Dad can stay well to take care of us. Today I'm at work for a break from the madness.
Little Greyson has developed some new bad habits that we're struggling with. First, he doesn't nap for his mommy. Sometimes I think he's better off during the week when I'm not there as much. He naps like a champ for Jenny and his Dad. Maybe it's the bottles. For me, he gets tired, falls asleep on my shoulder, then wakes up as soon as he hits the crib mattress and there's no going back. He'll fall asleep on a walk and I cherish that 10-30 minutes after we get home, but the stroller isn't a comfortable spot and it doesn't last much longer than that. He'll nap on my lap after nursing, which is a great chance for me to relax, but I don't get to nap or do chores. Mike and my mom both tell me that it's because I'm the mama, and not in a bad way. He just expects and gets different things from me. And maybe I'm a little bit of a pushover...
Greyson has also been waking up in the middle of the night. He used to sleep straight through from 8:30 or 9pm until at least 7am. Sometimes 8. Now he goes down around the same time (after lots of back rubbing and singing and lingering) but he started waking up earlier and earlier. At first I thought it was because I started getting him up around 6:40 to feed him before I left for work. So he started getting used to it and waking up around 6:30 on his own. But lately it has moved back to 6am, 5:30, even 3:30am last night! And he will not go back to sleep until I feed him. I learned to feed him in bed and then he usually (usually!) falls asleep and we can all doze together, but this is probably a bad habit to get into. For one, I don't sleep very well with the baby in the bed. I'm aware that he's there, I'm checking on him, and he hogs the bed!
I remind myself daily that this too is a phase. It's all a phase, and it will change, probably soon. It might get better, it might get worse, probably both. But it will be different soon. Maybe it's teething, maybe it's this cold/flu thing, maybe he's hungry and getting my milk supply up.
My cousin's son now sleeps from 7:30 to 7:30 and we are so jealous. It was comforting to have them remind us that they had to put in their time too. He is 1 year old and they said it took 9-10 months to get where they are now. Our latest quandry is sleep-training. Should we "ferberize" the poor kid so that we're not spending time every night and afternoon comforting him as he falls asleep? Wouldn't it be nice to just put him in his crib and walk away? At what cost? This has to be the most controversial topic among parents and non-parents... probably more hotly debated than vaccinations and breastfeeding. I'll do some reading and post about our progress.
Oooh boy, that's a lot off my chest. Must be a purge to help me get better emotionally and physically. Thanks for listening.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
24 hour bug
We just got through a little bout of fever with Greyson. He didn't seem sick other than the fever. He was obviously a little weak and hot and uncomfortable, but really no other symptoms to speak of. He spent a night in our bed, nursed a lot and slept a lot and spent some quality time studying my hands. And then he was better. Gotta love this kid.
He's crawling like a madman, pulling himself up to stand next to everything, starting to cruise from one piece of furniture (or leg) to another, making really cute little kissy faces, saying D and G a lot (dodododogogogo), learning to actually drink out of the sippy cup instead of just chewing on it, and he's finally getting a few little rice puffs from his highchair tray into his mouth. We can't wait for his 9 month doctor visit to see how much he's grown.
Today Mike took Greyson to a party while I was at work. He learned how hard it is to do on your own... just to get a plate of food or go to the bathroom you have to ask for some help! But Greyson was a good good boy and charmed everyone with his sweet personality, best behavior, and adorable outfit. Wish I could have been there to enjoy that, but sometimes he's not so good when I'm there. Why is it that babies behave better for everyone but their Mamas?
He's crawling like a madman, pulling himself up to stand next to everything, starting to cruise from one piece of furniture (or leg) to another, making really cute little kissy faces, saying D and G a lot (dodododogogogo), learning to actually drink out of the sippy cup instead of just chewing on it, and he's finally getting a few little rice puffs from his highchair tray into his mouth. We can't wait for his 9 month doctor visit to see how much he's grown.
Today Mike took Greyson to a party while I was at work. He learned how hard it is to do on your own... just to get a plate of food or go to the bathroom you have to ask for some help! But Greyson was a good good boy and charmed everyone with his sweet personality, best behavior, and adorable outfit. Wish I could have been there to enjoy that, but sometimes he's not so good when I'm there. Why is it that babies behave better for everyone but their Mamas?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Whirlwind
Whew! We're home from our quick trip to Buffalo and Rochester. We saw aunts, uncles, cousins, parents, and grandparents. We met new babies, congratulated the newly engaged and newly expecting, and helped a lovely family officially join their lives together.
Greyson was a champ on his first flight. He fussed a little, mostly out of boredom. He rode around in our rental mini-van for hours and got buckled and unbuckled a hundred times in four days. He sat in the "up-north grass" that's softer than our prickly St. Augustine, he crawled on porches and decks and carpet and linoleum and got all kinds of dirty. He had his first bath in a sink and he splashed and splashed most of the water out. He laughed harder than we've ever seen him laugh while playing with cousins Joe and Cate. He ate rice puffs and baby food out of a jar and tasted yogurt and frozen custard and cheerios for the first time. He wrestled with his one year old second-cousin Lucas and met his twin third-cousins (Alex and Nick) who are 5 weeks younger than him. He played at the Fisher-Price "play gate" at the airport and held his own against the big kids. He wore big-kid dressy linen pants to a wedding and sweat like the rest of us. He cut a tooth on our first night in New York and made his mama doubt herself for planning this trip in the first place. He made up for it by being a sweetheart and charming everyone around him. He slept in bed with his parents, cuddled up next to dad, and learned to go back to sleep after his 6:30 breakfast. He watched the monkeys and baboons and sea lions at the zoo, but ignored most of the other animals. He nursed and got his diaper changed in public more times than ever before. And he topped it all off by screaming for 45 minutes on the flight home and then falling asleep five minutes before we landed.
It's been quite a week. But we survived and we'll have lots of stories to tell him about his first trip. I'll spend the next week gathering photos from my dad and sister-in-law and hopefully post them to flickr before too long.
Greyson was a champ on his first flight. He fussed a little, mostly out of boredom. He rode around in our rental mini-van for hours and got buckled and unbuckled a hundred times in four days. He sat in the "up-north grass" that's softer than our prickly St. Augustine, he crawled on porches and decks and carpet and linoleum and got all kinds of dirty. He had his first bath in a sink and he splashed and splashed most of the water out. He laughed harder than we've ever seen him laugh while playing with cousins Joe and Cate. He ate rice puffs and baby food out of a jar and tasted yogurt and frozen custard and cheerios for the first time. He wrestled with his one year old second-cousin Lucas and met his twin third-cousins (Alex and Nick) who are 5 weeks younger than him. He played at the Fisher-Price "play gate" at the airport and held his own against the big kids. He wore big-kid dressy linen pants to a wedding and sweat like the rest of us. He cut a tooth on our first night in New York and made his mama doubt herself for planning this trip in the first place. He made up for it by being a sweetheart and charming everyone around him. He slept in bed with his parents, cuddled up next to dad, and learned to go back to sleep after his 6:30 breakfast. He watched the monkeys and baboons and sea lions at the zoo, but ignored most of the other animals. He nursed and got his diaper changed in public more times than ever before. And he topped it all off by screaming for 45 minutes on the flight home and then falling asleep five minutes before we landed.
It's been quite a week. But we survived and we'll have lots of stories to tell him about his first trip. I'll spend the next week gathering photos from my dad and sister-in-law and hopefully post them to flickr before too long.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Danger Baby
Oh Greyson, when did you become Danger Baby?
You fell out of your crib. The birthing ball and mommy were there to catch you, but it was still scary wasn't it? You discovered the night light and the outlet in the hallway as you were crawling by. You stumbled upon a treasure trove of dangers in the bottom drawer of the guest bathroom. You can stand up in your bathtub, and you are breaking my heart every day. Stay little, stay safe, stay my tiny baby.
Remember when I could leave you dozing on the couch for an hour while I did dishes? Remember how you could lay on the bed and play with your toys on the play mat while I checked email? Remember when I could get my chores done during your many naps throughout the day? Remember when you loved diaper time and had no choice but to lay there and smile at me? Now you're my crawling, standing, mouthing, investigating, eating, babbling little Goose. Slow down, danger baby!
You fell out of your crib. The birthing ball and mommy were there to catch you, but it was still scary wasn't it? You discovered the night light and the outlet in the hallway as you were crawling by. You stumbled upon a treasure trove of dangers in the bottom drawer of the guest bathroom. You can stand up in your bathtub, and you are breaking my heart every day. Stay little, stay safe, stay my tiny baby.
Remember when I could leave you dozing on the couch for an hour while I did dishes? Remember how you could lay on the bed and play with your toys on the play mat while I checked email? Remember when I could get my chores done during your many naps throughout the day? Remember when you loved diaper time and had no choice but to lay there and smile at me? Now you're my crawling, standing, mouthing, investigating, eating, babbling little Goose. Slow down, danger baby!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Family Resemblance
I've said since he was born that Greyson looks like his Uncle Mike (my big brother). I don't see it as much now, because Grey's developing his own personality and look. But my dad found Mike's passport photo from when he was a baby and here is the side-by-side. See what you think...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
100th post
Oh dear, where have I been? Planning, throwing, and recovering from a 4th of July party I guess. Each year we have the big party at our house, it's a way of giving back to our friends that host the rest of the gatherings. It's one of the few time we have a shin-dig at our house, for whatever reason. And it's usually a big to-do, lots of food, lots of people, kiddy pool, etc. This year was no exception.
Greyson was a trouper. Or was he a trooper? Gotta look that up. Regardless, he seemed to enjoy the fireworks, watching them with interest. They didn't startle or scare him, he just watched. About half way through the fireworks show in the backyard, I took him inside, nursed him to sleep and then I enjoyed the rest of the party as an adult without a 20+ pound appendage. I can't believe he slept through all of that noise, but I'm very thankful! Of course he was up at 6:30 the next morning, but that's to be expected.
Now we're gearing up for our next few adventures. Busy busy busy as usual.
Greyson was a trouper. Or was he a trooper? Gotta look that up. Regardless, he seemed to enjoy the fireworks, watching them with interest. They didn't startle or scare him, he just watched. About half way through the fireworks show in the backyard, I took him inside, nursed him to sleep and then I enjoyed the rest of the party as an adult without a 20+ pound appendage. I can't believe he slept through all of that noise, but I'm very thankful! Of course he was up at 6:30 the next morning, but that's to be expected.
Now we're gearing up for our next few adventures. Busy busy busy as usual.
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