I haven’t done one of these in a while, and gosh do I miss the brain dumping. I mean, the sharing of short but amusing anecdotes.
Linking up with Jen.
Baby’s first stomach flu! Aww. I’m thinking we don’t need to commemorate this one in the scrapbook. I will save you any and all details, so this post as been rated AREL: Appropriate to Read while Eating Lunch.
She started feeling poorly on Wednesday afternoon, was completely fine that night (and slept for 7 1/2 hours straight – the longest stretch of sleep in her LIFE), and then things started up again yesterday afternoon. We took her to the pediatrician, who declared that it’s just the stomach bug that’s going around, and that Natalie is handling it “really well.” And she is. This kid has an iron-clad immune system, and by that I mean she spends 90% of her time with me in the house and not with a dozen other adorable little germ incubators in daycare.
Remember how chill I was about not setting any goals or resolutions this year, just being present and effortlessly cool about my utter lack of direction in life? Uh, yeah. About that. NOT WORKING SO MUCH FOR ME.
And so I would like to prepare you now for the onslaught of posts coming next week about goal setting and life vision and One Direction. Scratch that. New direction.
I know exactly what you’re thinking: you’d really like to talk some more about bodily fluids. OK FINE.
As you may or may not be aware, we cloth diaper Natalie and have done so since the first day she was born. It has all been working swimmingly, except for the past month or two when we’ve had some serious night leaking problems. I have tried every single solution I could think of on my own, and/or found on a cloth diaper message board (that’s a thing! now you know.) I even engaged in a three-week long email battle with a cloth diaper company that presumably makes the holy grail diaper of nighttime diapering (TL;DR: they sent me the wrong size diaper and took foooooreeeeeeeveeeeer to send me the right one) that I was CERTAIN would solve all my problems.
It didn’t. Natalie hated it.
And so I flew my white flag high and purchased the smallest box of overnight Pampers I could find. Will and I inspected the wafer-thin diapers with some concern. How are these supposed to hold anything, let alone Natalie’s nighttime output? But I was so very, very tired of twice-nightly diaper changes that I was willing to give it a go.
And you know what? They work pretty well. She is still waking up two or three times a night, but we are indeed able to go 12 hours without a diaper change. Doesn’t mean I don’t despise them. They smell all chemical-y and I find the warning on the side of the box about “a gel-like substance that may appear on your baby” to be a bit concerning. (It’s totes fine and dandy! Just don’t let your baby eat it or they might swell up like a life raft, since that’s what these diapers were made to do.) But they are keeping her comfortable and dry all night and so I am 100% willing to keep using them.
Favorite Pampers moment: Will putting it on Natalie for the first time and flinging up his hands in exasperation, sighing that he didn’t understand how it worked. Dude can stuff a pocket diaper in the dark in two seconds flat and velcro it to a squirmy baby with his eyes closed, but was baffled by a disposable diaper. God do I love that man.
Those wrist creases. ‘Nuff said.
Related to #4, Natalie had her six-month checkup this week. Homegirl now weighs 21 pounds, which explains my killer guns and string of knots all up and down my back and in my shoulders. 100th percentile, yo.
I was very, very nervous about this appointment because of how gutted I felt by the pediatrician at the last one. I was ready for battle but pleasantly surprised to find the doctor on our side, and left the office for the first time in months without feeling like my parenting was being questioned by a medical professional.
Despite getting four shots and having to drink the Rotovirus vaccine, Natalie was in very good spirits. She wailed while getting the shots (c’mon, four shots in two minutes? I’d cry, too). But I picked her up the second it was over and those tears dried right up. By the time we made it out to the car I’m pretty sure she’d forgotten the entire ordeal, and chattered quietly to herself the whole ride home.
Will was traveling for work last week and so I invited myself over to my grandmother’s house for the night. Natalie had an insane sleep regression while we were there and was up every ninety minutes to two hours, with paltry 30-minute naps. Apparently the trade-off to not being alone was not sleeping.
I think the pack ‘n play was the culprit. Compared to Natalie’s crib mattress, the pack ‘n play “mattress” is like putting a sheet of paper on the floor and saying, “ok, there you go, sleep tight!” When I finally smartened up and actually put her in the bed, she napped for over an hour.
We’re planning a trip to visit my parents in TN sometime this spring, so I’m very glad I discovered that fun little fact about the pack ‘n play on a single overnight stay, rather than a week-long visit. If you have any recommendations for comfortable travel cribs, please please please hit me up in the comments. I’m also willing to buy something and have it sent to TN, so it doesn’t have to travel with us.
Anywho, of course I used some of my time to get my craft on. Here’s a picture of an old lady working on a project, and her two grandmothers.
We sleep trained Natalie and it was the hardest and best thing I’ve ever done. More to come about sleep training but right now it’s a thousand-word rant? Manifesto? Missive? that is in need of some serious editing before I can let it loose into the world.
Happy happy Friday, all.