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Another Old Blog I Wrote

Sep 25, 2008 - 0 comments

As I go through my old blogs on MySpace, I am not only seeing exactly what I was going through at the time, but also being reminded of what is yet to come...again. As I come across any of them that are worth copying, I'll do so and add them to my journal on this site. They may be a year old, but are still full of truth and knowledge! :-)
This journal consists of three blogs that list "things learned" since Levi was born. First is my husband's list, then a list that Levi "wrote" and last a list that I wrote.

~~~~Here is my husband's list~~~~

My son is 10 weeks old! Lessons learned.
Current mood:  thankful
Category: Life

My son is over ten weeks old now.  I have learned quite a bit about babies over the past ten weeks.  Some of my favorite lessons are as follows:

1. Babies are really scary looking when they come out.   Levi looked like an alien.

2. At less than a week old, I learned that when changing a baby boy, there is always the chance that one is going to get wet and to plan accordingly.

3.  Having my two week old son sleep on my chest for two + hours while I am watching tv is one of the best moments of my life.

4.  Babies don't grow up fast enough when they are younger than 8 weeks old.

5.  Don't open one's mouth when picking up a newborn and placing them toward your shoulder because you might get a fist shoved into it.

6.  Baby's first smile (unprovoked by gas, of course) makes all the upheaval and sleep deprivation, up to that point, worth it.

7.  Always make sure to have the right diaper on your child (Huggies Supremes only) because it the difference between a poop in the diaper and poop, um..., outside of the diaper.  :)

8.  Only men can swaddle their children properly so that they will not be able to break free at three in the morning, hit themselves in the head, and cry uncontrollably.

9.  When Levi is bad, he's my son.  When Levi is good, he is April's son.  By that logic, I am fortunate to say that Levi is not my son very often.  :)

10.  Children are such an emotional investment for parents that it now makes sense to me when my mom gets bent out of shape when I forget to send cards for holidays.  


~~~~Here is Levi's list of what he'd learned so far in life~~~~

10 Lessons learned about being a newborn
Current mood:  thoughtful

Since my Daddy wrote a list of 10 things he's learned about raising a newborn (in his blog) , I thought I'd write my own list about BEING a newborn.

1. Try to make the first few weeks as chaotic as possible so Mom and Dad will appreciate the quiet moments that much more.

2. Always hold back a little bit of pee pee for when someone changes your diaper. It's fun to make a little water fountain and see how Mom and Dad react to it. I know they love water fountains.

3. Cry a lot when you're around Dad so he'll let you sleep on his chest. It sure beats sleeping in the bassinett or bouncer!

4. Try to play games as much as possible. One that I enjoy is trying to aim my fist in Dad's mouth when he holds me. Another one is head-butting Mom and Dad when they're trying to maneuver me into a comfortable position. (sometimes this backfires, as I accidentally hit my face against their shoulder or face TOO hard and it makes me cry)

The best game? Let Mom and Dad put you down nice and easy while you're asleep. Stay asleep long enough for them to get downstairs and start eating or watching a movie, then wake up and start screaming. OMG! That is the funnest game EVER!

5. It's nice of parents to change your pee pee diaper so you'll have a fresh one to poop in a few minutes later.

6. Fight sleep as much as possible. You get to see things a lot longer...such as ceiling fans, pictures on the wall, and vents in the ceiling. If they turn out the light...just cry a lot until they HAVE to turn a nightlight back on.

7. Smile just long enough at Mom and Dad to get them to forget all the times you got them flustered.

8. Act hungry, even if you JUST ate, so you can get held some more. Drink just enough of the bottle to act like you really WERE hungry, but then waste the rest. (this is also a good time to fall asleep in their arms, then play the "I'm Not Really Asleep" game when they put you down.)

9. Cuddle in Mom and Dad's arms as much as possible...there is no warmer, more comfortable place than in their arms.

10. Excuse all the mistakes that parents make initially, because they're always trying their best, and they always love you no matter what they may do. Remember that just like you, they're new at this whole "parent/baby" thing.

I guess we all have to work together if we want to have a happy family...


~~~~And last, but not least, here is MY list~~~~

It's my turn! 10 things I'VE learned
Current mood:  content


Thomas and Levi both have their lists of "things they've learned", so now it's my turn. 10 things I've learned from being a parent:

1. I haven't forgotten the pain from giving birth like everyone said I would. I mean, I may not remember the EXACT feeling, but believe me, I haven't forgotten how painful it was!

2. Even though you already know it's going to be hard having a baby around the house...you really have no idea HOW hard until they're actually here.

3. 2 a.m to 5 a.m are the loneliest hours ever when you have a newborn. Everyone else is asleep, and you're up with a crying baby who cannot be consoled and have absolutely no idea WHY.  Lack of sleep and wacky hormones on top of the crying make things seem really hopeless.

4. EVERY minute of sleep that you can squeeze in is pure heaven.

5. The chaos DOES eventually calm down...somewhat.

6. Your shirt will always be wrinkled no matter if it is a plain cotton tee. Holding a baby leads to perpetual wrinkles in your clothes.

7. Babies love to dirty a fresh diaper.

8. It takes REAL talent to pack a diaper bag...and it takes a woman to always remember to bring it along.

9. Babies can really milk it...and I'm not talking about the breast.

10. Watching a baby sleep, or seeing him/her smile, fills your heart with such happiness that you literally feel you could explode with love.

These are just a FEW things I've learned so far. I'll post more later, but right now the baby is crying...again.



Funny Journal!!

Sep 25, 2008 - 5 comments

I was going through a few of my old blogs from MySpace and found one that I just had to share. It's funny where your mind goes when you're sleep deprived and "not in touch with reality". I wrote this October 26, 2007...Levi was 6 months old at the time:

Title: Rock-a-Bye Baby


Star light, star bright, please let me get some sleep tonight!

I am soo soo soo soo tired...My life is a mixture of sleep deprivation and nursery rhymes. Feedings, diaper changes, baths, laundry, scattered toys, Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, lullaby music and cartoon characters fill my days and nights.

Up and down constantly one night. Up only a couple of times the next. I almost feel more sleep deprived than I was 6 months ago. There was an old lady who lived in a shoe, she had so many children she didn't know what to do. Ummm...how about trying some birth control. Think that would help?

Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, the clock struck one, then Levi woke up...again...and didn't want to go back to sleep until almost 2.

I got up at 6:45 this morning because Levi woke up. I put him in his swing and went to take a shower and get ready for the day before he started whining. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick...you'll never get to shave your legs again if you wait until the afternoon to take a shower.

Levi started whining before I had time to dry my hair. Not surprising. After all, he hadn't had a bottle since about 1:30 am. Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard to get her poor dog a bone, when she got there the cupboard was bare, and so the poor dog had none. Good grief, old lady. If you can't afford to feed him, don't get a dog!

Gave Levi his bottle, but he only ate half before he decided it would be more fun to blow raspberries and "talk" to me. Little Boy Blue come blow your horn...well, raspberries will do, I guess.

We read books, we play pat-a-cake, we do tummy time, we practice drinking from a cup, we stand up, we sit down, we roll around on the floor, we watch Dora the Explorer and Yo Gabba Gabba (that show is enough to make anyone want to poke their eyes out with a hot fork).  Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, eating a Christmas pie. I just wish I could sit in a corner and stare at the walls and hum to myself while gently rocking back and forth.

Levi is napping...see, miracles DO happen! However, I can't sleep. I tried, but I just can't seem to relax enough to do it. I feel like a zombie. Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep, and can't tell where to find them. Ahhh...I wondered what those things were jumping over my head as it lay on the pillow. Oh well, I didn't count them, so she can have them back.

Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon...

If my cat goes into Levi's nursery ONE more time while he's trying to sleep, I'll kill her. As for the moon, I'll see you tonight at 2 am...


(Side note: Today, I actually enjoy Yo Gabba Gabba! LOL)


Gender and the "Name Game"

Aug 04, 2008 - 1 comments

So...here I go again. Funny how during your pregnancy you can obsess over something like a name. I remember how stressful it was last time because we couldn't agree on anything. It wasn't until we were reading the Bible one evening that we finally agreed on something we liked (Levi). Well, we haven't been reading the Bible as of late (I know, I know...shame on us), but I think we have come up with something we both like.

Last time, it was imperative that we use my husband's deceased brother's name in my son's name, which is where a lot of the stress came from, because he wanted it to be the FIRST name, but I didn't want my son growing up in his uncle's shadow or having him constantly compared to his uncle by my MIL (which she still does anyway). Sooo, I was grateful when my husband finally agreed to let it be his middle name, and in the end we had Levi Clayton.

This time, we went around in circles at first. I LOVE the name Wade and tried to get hubby on board with it. Wade Thomas or Daniel Wade. No go. He wasn't having it.

Therefore, I started thinking about how this new baby should be all about MY family. My mother's maiden name was Evans, so I told my hubby that I'd like to take the "s" off and name it Evan if it's a boy. I happened to throw James in with it because I thought it flowed well, but it turns out that James was the middle name of my husband's brother! I had no idea!! Well, of course he LOVED this name.
He told me that his brother got it from their grandfather's middle name. So it wouldn't really be naming him after his brother again, but his grandfather instead. He said it would mean a lot to him if he could use his grandfather's name.

As much as I like this name...for some reason it still bothers me a little. Just a little. Should it? I have no clue. If we use it, which we are planning to do so far, then I think it would be nice to have both our families included in the name. But I have a strange feeling about it at the same time. Oh well...I'm just rambling. But that's what journals are for, right?

As for girl names...I've had one picked out for YEARS. Way before I ever met hubby. Unfortunately, the first name has gotten more popular with each passing year, but I guess I won't let that stop me from using it if it's a girl. Lily Anna.
That way we can call her by her first name OR call her by her first AND middle name. I don't think I'll use both names though, because then people will probably pronounce it Lily AHHNA...not Anna. I'm a country girl, so pronouncing the "A" as "AHH" won't do it for me. Not that it's not pretty, but I like just plain ole' ANNA...like the ending of the word "bandana" or "banana". You don't call it a banahna do you? Well, there you go.

Anyway, that's what we've decided on so far. I thought about naming a girl after my granny, but she has one of those "older" sounding names...Ruby. And everyone I've talked to seems to hate it.

Oh well, we have plenty of time to decide for sure...and it won't be long before one of those options will be out the door anyway. We hope to find out the gender on the 27th, so we'll just have to wait and see. :-)


The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly (of Pregnancy)

Jul 12, 2008 - 8 comments

Being in my second pregnancy has made me remember exactly how much I can love and hate being pregnant at the same time. Although I adore my son, and wouldn't trade him for the world, I sometimes wonder how I made it through my first pregnancy. Of course, it was my first pregnancy, so I didn't know what to expect and everything seemed like some magical wonder. No matter how bad things may have seemed, I still couldn't believe that it was ALL because of a baby growing in my belly!

Well, he'll be 15 months old on Monday and I'll be 10 weeks pregnant at the time. Slowly, the real symptoms of pregnancy have been starting to come forward. I even have a pooch already! I knew I would show "earlier" the second time around, but had no clue HOW much earlier!

Unfortunately, some of the best things about being pregnant don't come until you're halfway through the pregnancy. Here, I'd like to share some of the best and worst things that I remember about pregnancy. Obviously, no matter how good, bad or ugly, I chose to do it again...so it can't be THAT bad, right?


OK, some of my favorite things were, and these are pretty obvious:

1. Being able to see what looks like an 'actual' baby on an ultrasound monitor during the second trimester. Nothing like the little blob you saw in your first trimester!

2. Actually LOOKING pregnant, not just like a woman who can't lay off the Little Debbies! The "in-between" stage of pregnancy is almost embarrassing. It's like, I want to go to people and say I'm not really this FAT, I'm just in early pregnancy.

3. Feeling the baby move in your stomach. I almost feel sad for the fact that my hubby will never get to know what it feels like to have someone kicking his bladder from the inside, or punching his ribcage like a tiny boxer. Ahhhh...nothing beats that experience! :-)

4. As annoying as it is, I sorta enjoy the extra attention I get when out in public all because I'm pregnant. People are nicer (USUALLY) and they always hold doors for you. When you're NOT pregnant, you can be carrying a box of bowling balls and 9 times out of 10 people will just ignore you and not bother holding a door.

5. Great parking spots at some of the grocery stores. I LOVE this. Whoever thought of creating spots for pregnant women (or "new parents") deserves a medal for that one. Of course, we all know it had to be a woman, because men have no clue what it's like to walk a country mile with a baby pressing on your bladder with each step. Heck, by the time you get across the parking lot and inside the store, you're out of breath and already searching out the restrooms...and we ALL know that when you REALLY have to go, they're always at the BACK of the store.

Now, some of the bad things about being pregnant have already been addressed...the peeing part being one.
A few other things that are slightly to moderately annoying are:

1. Peeing when you laugh. I hate this worse than anything. I actually had to start keeping a pair of extra panties in the dash of my car because I just never knew when I would laugh, cough, or sneeze so hard that I'd pee my myself.
Eventually, I wore pantyliners all the time, but in the beginning it wasn't THAT bad.

2. Heartburn and Indigestion. Protonix ended up being my lifesaver on that one. Too bad I didn't ask my doc sooner about it. I went through numerous containers of Tums Smoothies (although they ARE quite tasty!) during my first and second trimester. By the time I got to my third trimester I thought I was going to die every time I tried to lay down at night.

3. No sleep. Between peeing 50 times a night, heartburn from hell, not being able to get comfortable due to the large watermelon sleeping with you, and not being able to figure out where to put your arms while sleeping on your side (mine kept going to sleep)...you really have a hard time getting a good night's sleep. Add to that a mixture of toddler waking up in the middle of the night during your SECOND pregnancy and you REALLY have a problem!

4. Constipation. I swear, I sometimes think I need an epidural just to use the bathroom. There were times during my first pregnancy where I would literally sit on the toilet and have hot flashes and feel like I was going to pass out from trying to use the bathroom. Can anyone say golf ball? Maybe this is a taboo subject, but I think it needs to be said. Had my hubby been willing to come hold my hand and count while I did breathing exercises to help me through it, I'd have probably let him. At the end I felt so triumphant that I almost felt the need to share the joyous news and break out the cigars. Could you imagine getting an e-card saying "I did it! I used the bathroom this week!" ??

5. Traveling (long distances) while pregnant. Again, it's the pee thing. Walking around trying to site-see with a bowling ball pressing on your bladder doesn't make for a fun trip. And when you're traveling by car, and rest stops are far and few between...geez, it's pretty tempting to break out the Depends. However, there IS an up side of being pregnant while traveling. A cop who pulled us over for speeding while in NY was VERY nice and only gave us a warning. Not sure if it was because I was pregnant, though. He actually went on and on about my accent more than anything. I guess some of those northerners actually LIKE a southern accent...and I always thought they made fun of us! :-)

6. Hormonal rages/crying fits. Poor hubby...enough said.


As for the Ugly parts about being pregnant, hmmm. Kinda scared to mention them. But this is a journal about all of it, so I guess I'm stuck. Honestly, these aren't things so much about during pregnancy, but immediately AFTER giving birth. It's the things no one ever told me...you know?

1. No one EVER told me just how sore my cha cha would be after giving birth. But now I know why. There are absolutely NO real words to describe just how bad it really is. Soft, cloth covered ice pack or not...that thing swells up like a pair of lips that have been stung by a million gazillion bees. When I wiped, I couldn't tell what I was wiping. I actually couldn't figure out if I was wiping good enough because the darn thing was so puffy and sore. It felt like an alien had attached itself between my legs and therefore I couldn't tell if it was really a part of me.

2. The never ending bleeding. People always told me that one of the things they loved most about being pregnant was that they had no period. Whoop dee doo...you make up for all those lost periods the minute you give birth, and the days/weeks following. I was beginning to wonder if it would EVER end. And wearing a pad against that swollen thing that USED to be your vagina is NOT comfortable. I'm almost certain that this contributed to my Post Partum Depression.

3. Again, it's the constipation. I think trying to poop after giving birth was almost as hard as giving birth. And that is NO exaggeration. How is it that something like this NEVER comes up in conversation when the "pros" are discussing all the facets of pregnancy with first timers???? OMG...a few days after I gave birth, I finally used the bathroom. It wasn't pretty. I had to conjure up every breathing technique, relaxation technique and just plain will power to use the bathroom. Can anyone say bowling ball??  I think I was pretty much standing up over the toilet because sitting wasn't helping at all. If nothing else makes me scared to go through birth again, this does.

4. The epidural wearing off and throwing up between contractions. OK, this one was DURING birth, but I had to mention it. Pushing for almost 4 hours and throwing up in between contractions was enough to make me feel like I was going to die. I think I may have had a few weak moments where I WANTED to die.
The question is, was it worth it? Absolutely! I love my little boy and have to admit he was worth every dry heave and every exhausting, pain filled push.


There you have it. My good, my bad, and my ugly of pregnancy (and after).  Of course, everyone's experience is different, which is why I'd love to hear people tell their side of it. I'd love to meet someone who had absolutely NO problem during pregnancy or after (someone who isn't a compulsive liar). But I'd also love to hear from anyone who agrees with even ONE of my encounters. After all, pregnancy is a sisterhood. And if you haven't been through it then hopefully you'll get your turn very soon, because no matter how bad or ugly it may get...it's all good in the end.
Right, moms? :-)