Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Going from one child to two


In summary: It sucks. (But there is light at the end of the tunnel.)

The first six weeks were the hardest (thus far), as we all adjusted to the change in family dynamics and the total lack of sleep. Poor Ren was hit the hardest. No longer the only child, no longer the sole focus of our attention, AND when we did have time we were too tired to do much of anything with him. That kid has watched more TV in the last two months than I have in the last three years, I swear.

In addition, Ren is 3 and, consequently, wanting to "assert" himself. Grrrrrr…… Not fun at any time and especially not when you're sleep deprived. However, we've hit two months and are all doing better. Ren seems to have made the adjustment - or else he's now more accustomed to not as much attention and/or we're actually able to give him more attention because we're not quite as tired. Whatever - it's better. 

In general, I don't have too many good things to say about having children, plural. BUT, today I found a giant positive: I have little to no anxiety about doing stuff that would have pushed me over the mental edge when I had my first child. This is definitely more a function of experience than of multiple kids, but since I couldn't put the experience to use without having multiple kids, I'll take it either way! Today I took both boys to Happy Hollow (park/zoo) by myself, for four hours! And we had a good time!

Going anywhere with Ren always sent me into a panic attack, so I'm very grateful that I currently: a) am enjoying better mental/emotional health, and b) had the experiences I had with Ren, so I can be calm about similar experiences now. As someone who was on an emotional/mental knife edge the first year of my firstborn's life, let me tell you, the second time around is MUCH easier, as far as the anxiety/depression goes. (Halleluia! And, um, switching to a drug that I can take while nursing certainly helps, too.) 

The moral of the story? While I'm not loving every moment of this crazy period of my life, I definitely do see some blessings and I'm very, very grateful for them.



One Month


The first month flew by. Not too surprisingly, everything is seeming to pass MUCH more quickly this time around.



Welcome Baby!

Soren was born on December 11, 2014. He weighed 10 lbs, 2 oz, and was 20 inches long. And he has red hair!!!!! :-D


Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Overachiever, or, in other words: Average, Shmaverage

50th percentile? Average? Not around here - we aim far beyond mediocrity. :-P All of which means to say that this child, who was in the 78th percentile six weeks ago, is now in the 95th plus percentile for size. (And I quote the Ultrasound tech: "We've got all the measurements, let's see what percentile the baby is in…Oh my!" [Me: Is he in the 90th now?] "No, he's in the 95th plus range.") Why measure what is "normal" at 34 weeks when you can measure what's normal for 37? Ha. As the Perinatology OB put it, "You grow 'em big!" Sigh…I mean, hooray! All Ren's clothes should fit this one just right, right?

Guess I'm going through with that planned C-section after all.

The Joys of Pregnancy

When I was pregnant with Ren things were really pretty good up until my last trimester. Then it was an unending nightmare of super-gnarly PUPPP rash, constant, intense heart burn, massive swelling, pre-eclampsia, and finally the less-than-wonderful birth experience.

This time around, I'm not having anywhere near the number of issues I experienced previously (for which I am very, very grateful), but I am SO TIRED. Are my memories of all the other stuff blocking out memories of being tired last time? Was it just that I was three years younger and/or didn't have a toddler? I don't know, but I sure am glad this baby is coming in just four more weeks*!!!

(*Yes, I know that's 38 weeks, not 40. Since I've got Type 1 diabetes they won't let me go past 38 weeks, so the C-section is scheduled for 12/10/14.)

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Married, With Children

How does a thoughtful husband demonstrate true love when life is crazy with work and kids? By presenting you with a marzipan fire hydrant* made with your son's play-doh toys, that's how.

:-D

*and "crate" and flames. Hunka hunka burnin' marzipan love, baby!



Oh, and apparently "it goes through the extruder pretty well." In case anyone was curious.


Blessed

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