Archive | August, 2006

Update

29 Aug

Just back from Urgent Care, where it was confirmed that I do indeed have Hand Foot and Mouth Disease. I’m pretty sure I picked it up at Madelynn’s daycare, though she has yet to show signs of it. I have blisters on my hands, feet, and in my mouth, along with a really horrible sore throat. Ah, the joys of parenthood.

The doctor said that Madelynn would be protected from this most likely, as long as I was still breast feeding. I’m down to pumping twice a day now. I came home from the doctor, hooked up to the pump, and started surfing the internet. I looked down about three minutes later, horrified to see that one of the bottles was filled with an ounce of BLOOD. I took off the flanges, and saw that I have these humongous cracks in one of my nipples, so much of a crack that I’m note sure I SHOULD continue to pump. So this is a lovely little pickle for me — Madelynn needs my milk so that she won’t get Hand Mouth and Foot disease, and meanwhile, my nipple is about to be yanked clean off by the damn pump. Grrrrrrr…..

Lovely

28 Aug

Just back from a mock camping trip with the family. I say mock because we didn’t spend the night. More on that later.

The point of this entry is that I seriously think I have contracted Hand Foot and Mouth disease. I don’t think that Madelynn has it yet, but it is very likely she will get it too.

So much for enjoying my last week off in between jobs. I’ll be nursing myself back to health, and most likely will have a sick baby on my hands soon too. Just lovely.

I Must Have Angered the Kitchen Gods

23 Aug

While I’m on break from work, I figure I’ll make the hubby some nice dinners. I actually found a recipe in a magazine, went to the store, and cooked it up for him tonight — something I haven’t had time to do since the arrival of Little Miss.

I cooked up stuffed bell peppers, and man, they looked GOOD. We don’t like to use the oven in the summers because it heats the house up, so I put them in a Pyrex glass baking dish and put them on the grill. I had broiled countless things in that dish before, so I didn’t think twice about putting it on the grill.

I set the table on our patio for dinner, and was about to make the grand presentation of the main dish. I picked up the dish off the grill and within seconds, the glass shattered and the entire meal, glass and all landed at my feet. My bare feet.

A shard of glass cut the top of my foot, and I think it hit a surface vein, because I started bleeding like crazy. I can’t believe how lucky I got, though… An entire glass dish with scalding hot glass shattered within inches of my bare feet, and all I got was a cut about a half centimeter wide.

JB summed it up nicely when he saw the glass and blood everywhere. “It looks like a crime scene out here.”

I was most sad about having to trash the dinner I had worked on for the past hour just to clean up glass and blood for the next hour. We then called in an order for Chinese takeout, and had dinner around 8:30.

Grrrrr… The Kitchen Gods are against me.

Moral of the story: Don’t put glass baking dishes on the grill.

How Do You People Know So Much?!

22 Aug

This morning, Happy Baby was back, sending that SCREAMING horror back to wherever she came from. Thank you all for your comments, as many of you experienced Moms knew that this much screaming might indicate an ear infection. Funny, when I Googled her symptoms, all I got was teething. Glad I have all of you for support.

I was fully prepared to take Little Miss into the doctor today to have her ears checked, but miraculously, she seems fine now. We had a lovely day together, and I have renewed hope that her 6 month portraits tomorrow won’t be a disaster.

Stop with the SCREAMING Already

21 Aug

I was really looking forward to spending quality time with Madelynn over the next two weeks, but unfortunately, someone took my happy baby and replaced her with SCREAMING, inconsolable baby.

I’m pretty sure it’s teething, but she is waking up in the middle of the night, and waking really in the morning SCREAMING. She doesn’t seem to want milk, as she’ll take a few sucks and start SCREAMING again, and nothing seems to console her.

I’ve been told that teething can last for 3-4 months before they even get a tooth, and I have to wonder IS IT LIKE THIS FOR EVERY TOOTH?! I just never imagined that teething would be so extreme. I’m planning to call the doctor tomorrow to confirm, but geesh, this is absolutely miserable.

Anyone have tips for the mom of a teether?

To Pump Or Not To Pump, That Is The Question

20 Aug

It was my goal to pump for six months, and I hit that milestone ten days ago. I keep waffling on whether or not I should continue.

I have a friend who gained a ton of weight after she quit pumping for her baby, which got her back to her weight at 9 months pregnant. Yikes! That alone makes me want to pump into infinity.

But it’s just not practical. It’s increasingly becoming more and more annoying to be strapped up to a pump for 2.5 hours a day. My old job was very amenable to on-the-job pumping, which made things easier. Now that I’m on a two week break, it’s hard to fit pumping into my schedule. It seems that once I get Little Miss all fed and changed and happy and I’m ready to go on an outing, it’s time for me to sit down and pump for a half hour, which gets really annoying.

I’m also hesitant to pump at my new job. I think it’d just be strange to be the new girl, and have to disappear for two half hour breaks each day to pump. I don’t want to be labled as Pump Lady or Milk Maiden. It was easy at my last job because I worked with all women that had known me for four years, and I had a private office. My new office will be in cubicle land, so it won’t be nearly as easy to incorporate it into my life.

So, my conclusion is I’m going to start the stopping of the pumping. I think I’ll be weaning myself back to three times a day over the next two weeks, and after I return to work, I will pump before work and once before bed and see what that does to my milk supply. I had a clogged duct this morning that seems to have cut my supply in half, so perhaps my little plan will result in my milk drying up completely.

The main reason I want to keep pumping a bit is for the antibodies for Little Miss. She has been sick pretty often as it is with daycare, that I dread her getting more sick because she won’t be getting breast milk. But, that’s a risk I’m going to have to take eventually, because I can’t pump forever. The providing of milk part is great, but sometimes I dream about throwing my pump out with the garbage.

Sorry to all my male readership for so much talk of mammory glands today, but that is what has been on my mind.

A Bunch of Blah

17 Aug

I don’t have much to say, as my work transition is sucking the life blood out of me at the moment. But I’m keeping my eyes fixed on the prize — two weeks off of work before starting my new job.

I have many plans for myself on my time off, including spending time with Madelynn, going to the gym, getting caught up on my photo albums, and finally figuring out how to post video to my blog.

Madelynn thankfully slept through the night last night, after over a week of broken sleep. When JB put her down to bed, she immediately flipped over onto her belly, which was a first for her. She slept the whole night that way, so perhaps that’s a better sleeping position from her. I’ve heard that you should put a baby on their back to sleep, but it is OK if they change their position after you lie them down.

So not much else to report, other than my last day at my current job is tomorrow. It is shaping up to be a hectic day, as everyone has procrastinated discussing the transition plan until tomorrow.

But I just keep thinking that starting Saturday, I won’t have to be anywhere at any set time for over two weeks. I can’t wait!

We May Have a Teether

15 Aug

For the past week, Madelynn has been getting up in the middle of the night, which is challenging when you have to work the next day. Luckily, my sister-in-law has been visiting and helping with the night feedings. Unfortunately, she left today, so it’s back on our shoulders.

Madelynn has had all of these symptoms in the past week, so my money is on a tooth at the root of our problems (ha — root!).

Typical symptoms include:

  • Irritability, fretfulness and crying
  • Disturbed sleep
  • Dribbling, which may make the chin chapped and sore
  • Flushed cheeks
  • Loss of appetite
  • A desire to chew on anything they can get into their mouths, including their fist
  • Possibly a slightly raised temperature

Rookie Mom

14 Aug

Check out my Bad Parenting entry at RookieMoms.com. Those girls rock!

Happy Third Anniversary, JB!

14 Aug

Today marks the third anniversary of when I met JB. Click here for the whole story, as posted two years ago.

XOX, my love!

Happy 6 Months, Little Miss!

10 Aug

Little Miss turns 6 months old today. Can it be possible that half a year has already passed? So much has happened, yet it went by in a flash. Motherhood is like putting your life in fast forward.

Every day I’m in awe of my daughter. I just love to have conversations of her (mostly da da da and ma ma ma right now), watch her play with toys, and help her practice sitting up or rolling over. But mostly, I love holding her, smelling her (dear God, I love the baby smell), and smothering her with kisses. I know that one day she won’t allow me to do so.

I never understood the depth of my Mother’s love for me until I had my own daughter. She has brought so much joy to our lives that the sleepless nights and crying fits blur in my memory, and it’s the smiles, coos and giggles that really stand out.

Part of me is excited for her to grow up, so that I can have conversations with her to see what she’s thinking and how she interprets the world. But another part of me wants to slam on the brakes, because she is at such a fun, special age right now. Already, memories of her as a newborn seem so distant, and I marvel at how different she looks in pictures from the day she was born to how she looks now.

So happy half birthday, my little tiny baby love. Know that you’re the answers to your Momma’s prayers, and her very own living dream come true.

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You’ve come a long way, baby. (Here she is at 3 days old.)

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Happy 6 Months!

10 Aug

Little Miss turns 6 months old today. Can it be possible that half a year has already passed? So much has happened, yet it went by in a flash. Motherhood is like putting your life in fast forward.

Every day I’m in awe of my daughter. I just love to have conversations of her (mostly da da da and ma ma ma right now), watch her play with toys, and help her practice sitting up or rolling over. But mostly, I love holding her, smelling her (dear God, I love the baby smell), and smothering her with kisses. I know that one day she won’t allow me to do so.

I never understood the depth of my Mother’s love for me until I had my own daughter. She has brought so much joy to our lives that the sleepless nights and crying fits blur in my memory, and it’s the smiles, coos and giggles that really stand out.

Part of me is excited for her to grow up, so that I can have conversations with her to see what she’s thinking and how she interprets the world. But another part of me wants to slam on the brakes, because she is at such a fun, special age right now. Already, memories of her as a newborn seem so distant, and I marvel at how different she looks in pictures from the day she was born to how she looks now.

So happy half birthday, my little tiny baby love. Know that you’re the answers to your Momma’s prayers, and her very own living dream come true.

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You’ve come a long way, baby. (Here she is at 3 days old.)

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The Dating Game

10 Aug

I’ve decided that searching for a new job is much like the dating scene. Follow along with me here.

You first see that job posting, it’s like seeing a really hot guy from across the room. Looks good… You decided to look into it further, and then send on your resume. Very much like online dating if you ask me.

And then you wait. You put yourself out there, and now you have to wait to see if they’re interested.

The phone finally rings, or they finally answer your e-mail and they’re asking you to an interview. It’s just like a first date! Oh my gosh, what am I going to wear, what am I going to say, whill they like me?!!!! I want to make a good first impression….

Before the interview, you fuss about your outfit, your hair and your makeup, wanting to look just so. On that interview, you offer your winningest smile, and answer questions the way you think they’d want to hear the answers. You try to read body language and verbal cues to see if they like you or not.

And then you wait again for them to call. Meanwhile, you’re still wondering, did they like me? Could I have answered their questions better? When are they going to call?

So you send e-mails to thank them for the interview (much like if you were to e-mail someone you went on a date with just to say hello). You don’t get a response, so then you start to wonder well, what does THAT mean?

And then, finally they call. And you learn that you got the job. THEY LIKE ME! THEY LIKE ME!

But then you have to talk DETAILS. Much like in dating how those first conversations about marriage and kids can be daunting, negotiating that job offer feels much the same. You WANT to tell them what you really NEED, but is that going to scare them off? Is that going to ruin the deal?

So then you accept the job, which is much like accepting an engagement, or at least deciding to be exclusive with that one special person.

Much like that, quitting a job can be just like a nasty breakup. Look at my current situation — I’ve been with this job for four years, through ups and downs, through thick and thin, and my resignation will definitely leave them in a bit of a lurch. You then have to have the conversation of “it’s me, not you”, when sometimes you really mean, “it’s completely YOU and not at all ME”.

And, like many breakups, it’s amazing how quickly you can shut a door on a past that took up so much time and effort. You walk away, into the new job, with renewed hope for the future, and increased pressure to really make things work this time around.

The whole process is exhausting.

And I’m so glad I’m not doing the dating thing in real life anymore!

I Quit

10 Aug

I quit my job this week.

It is a liberating, yet scary feeling.

Of course, I didn’t quit until I had another job lined up, but these times of transition are always hard. Starting a new job is a daunting task with a six month old at home, but all signs were pointing to the fact that it’s time for me to move on.

I usually make it a policy not to talk about work on this site because I don’t want to be Dooced, but just know that I got a super sweet gig working (very) indirectly for the richest man in the world. OK, as indirectly as could be possible, but he owns my new company. (Did you figure it out yet?!)

And that new company has received a lot of press for firing bloggers that crossed the line, so I’m going to be sure to stay very far away from that line.

I’ll be taking a few weeks off before my new gig starts, which means you can look forward to a few weeks of good posting, and then probably some sparcity as I get accustomed to my new role.

I feel like the monkey on my back just left to return to the jungle. I am relieved, and everyone is noticing the huge smile I am wearing lately.

*sigh*

Photos From The Weekend

7 Aug

I’ve uploaded this weekend’s photos to Flickr. Enjoy!

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The New White Russian

7 Aug

On Saturday night, JB decided to relax with a White Russian before going to bed. He poured the vodka and Kaluah into his glass, and then went to the fridge for milk when he discovered we were out.

Almost at the same time, we both said, “there’s formula”.

I was being sarcastic.

Evidently, he wasn’t. I had my back to him, but next thing I knew, I heard a big, “BLECK” as he spit out a mouthful of his drink into the sink.

That’s right, the man used formula to mix up his drink. I laughed so hard at that one.

“Haven’t you ever tasted formula?! Don’t you know it’s nasty?” I asked between hoots.

He’s always good for a few laughs.

And yes, I got milk at the store the next day.

Open Water

7 Aug

On Saturday, I made my re-appearance at athletic events, as I participated in a triathlon relay. I was on a team with two girls from work, and really, it was just an excuse to do an open water swim for me. The biggest challenge was wearing a swimsuit in public while surrounded by triathletes.

Here I am before the race.

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The race was only 800 meters, and the hardest part was running uphill on gravel barefoot to pass my microchip off to my biker. After she was on her way, I decided that I wanted to swim some more, so that I could get more of a workout. I’m supposed to do another swim next month that is 1.5K, so I wanted to get in some more open water swimming.

I headed back to the water, and saw they still had the buoys set up marking the course, so I decided to swim the course a second time.

When I was about 1/3 of the way through the course for the second time, I saw a coast guard boat approaching. I stopped, and they puttered up to me and asked, “are you OK?”

“Yeah, just cooling down.” I said. They then went on their way, and I kept swimming.

Next thing I know, a kayaker comes up to me.

“Did you get a late start?” he asks.

Nope. I’m just the only silly relay person that wanted to do the course again.

So I completed the course, and then got out of the water liesurely, and grabbed my towel. A man then approached me and asked, “do you have a team?”

Evidently I confused A LOT of people by deciding to do the course again. In retrospect, I guess I should have swam away from the course, but it was pretty funny to see everyone’s reactions.

Bad Parenting

7 Aug

Inspired by my brother and sister-in-law’s series of photos entitled “Bad Parenting”, I submit our version.

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A Sad Story

3 Aug

There is a local woman of whom I’ve known for about a year. I have never known her personally, but I knew her story.

She has a daughter, then got pregnant again, but ended up delivering a stillborn. She then got pregnant for a third time, and found out that there was a problem with her baby’s brain.

She and her husband decided to go through with the pregnancy, and their son lived and seemed to be a miracle baby, so much so that he was featured in a local hospital’s television advertisements.

That little boy died last August at eight months of age.

Yesterday, I came in contact with this person for the first time. I didn’t tell her I knew her story. I didn’t tell her how much my heart bleeds for her. I know it would just bring her pain back to the surface. But I listened to the cheer in her voice, and was taken by how strong she must be.

And as I held my own little girl last night, who is only two months younger than this other baby was when he died, I thanked God that my baby has been healthy so far, and prayed for her well being. I can’t phathom how horrible it would be to lose my baby, and I hope that I never have to know that pain. Becoming a mother has made this woman’s story really hit home for me, and I wish there was a way that I could let her know I mourned for her even before we ever actually met.

If you have children, your homework for tonight is to go home and hug them. Smell their hair, and give them kisses even though they may protest. Cherish their very being, and remember this woman who knew her baby for eight months before she had to say good-bye to him. I can’t think of anything more heart wrenching.

There’s Something About Mary

3 Aug

I was sitting in a meeting with one of the higher-ups today, and noticed that he kept looking at my hair.

I was getting really annoyed, willing him to LOOK ME IN THE EYE, DAMNIT, instead of looking at my hair.

I wrote it off to him not being able to concentrate until I saw myself in the mirror. Evidently, this new curl “serum” I’ve been using had globbed up right by my temple, and left a lovely white smudge.

Totally ala “There’s Something About Mary”.

So now I understand why he couldn’t stop looking at my hair, and I’m swearing off that new product, “Curls Rock” because it totally doesn’t rock.

Who Needs Sleep?!

2 Aug

Poor Madelynn is sick, yet again. (Thank you, daycare.) Her cough kept her up most of the night. I spent a good chunk of the night holding her on the couch while she struggled to sleep and I didn’t get any.

One thing that did boost my mood this morning was stepping on the scale. I decided I needed to see what damage our trip to wine country had done to my diet when I discovered I had lost three pounds.

That leaves TWO pounds left to get me back to pre-pregnancy weight. My goal is to reach that by my birthday at the end of the month, which I think is going to happen!

I had been told that things are “different” after you have a baby, even once you lose all the baby weight. I now know what that means. My stomach and waist are still bigger, so I’ll continue to need to work on those areas.

Back to my coffee cup.

Yay, SIL J!

1 Aug

Congratulations to SIL J, who completed her first marathon on Sunday. She whipped through the San Francisco Marathon like a pro. I can’t even say how proud I am of her — this is a HUGE accomplishment. You go, girl!

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Yay, Jane!

1 Aug

Congratulations to Jane, who completed her first marathon on Sunday. She whipped through the San Francisco Marathon like a pro. I can’t even say how proud I am of her — this is a HUGE accomplishment. You go, girl!

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Back From Wine Country

1 Aug

We spent the weekend in Petaluma, California, which is about twenty minutes outside of Sonoma. We stayed with some good friends that have a 21 month old daughter. The trip was great during the day — hanging out with friends, enjoying the slow pace of Petaluma, and tasting some wines.

The nights were hell, as Madelynn decided she just wanted to stay up and SCREAM since she was in a new place. Since it was JB’s birthday weekend, I sucked it up and sacrificed many hours of sleep, but am feeling functional yet again.

Here are some pictures from our weekend.

My new favorite picture of Madelynn.

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This is Madelynn looking at her father. Oh, how she lights up when he’s around.

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Some of the few winks of sleep Madelynn got this weekend. She was having a “milk dream”, where she sucks in her sleep.

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This is JB with his friend from elementry school and his daughter and Madelynn, of course.

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Vineyards at Ravenswood in Sonoma.

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Our little family at Ravenswood winery.

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Daddy’s little girl (on Daddy’s birthday).

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And finally, a gorgeous bird we saw on the Petaluma River.

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