Tuesday, October 6, 2015

When it rains...

The transition between late September and early October was a rough one. Many shitty things happened at once, though in the grand scheme of things none were catastrophic and I feel like maybe I don't even get to complain because so many people are dealing with worse, but the fact remains that it was a really shitty 3 weeks. While C was hunting, our beagle got sick. It seemed that he aspirated something, but his breathing didn't improve over the next two weeks. The week C was hunting, I ran out of my meds because I just didn't have time to go to the pharmacy, and when I did go the doctor (for some unknown reason) didn't refill my meds for a year, but only for two months. So they gave me 3 days worth but it was a full week before I got back to the pharmacy. My OCD/anxiety were ramping up.

While my brain was in this state, I got totally slammed with sample processing my first 3 days back at work after the week off while C was hunting. As in 3 9 hour days with only 1 break to pump if any, and like 5 minutes for lunch. One of those days I had 3 blood samples to process- when I've asked in the past that no more than 1 blood happen at a time, maximum two per day, and I got 3 AT ONCE. And in the midst of this, I was informed that I was going to be consolidating my lab space in to *half* of what I've had for the last 8 years (which is ongoing, and the people moving in are apparently not getting what they asked for either and keep asking me for more space which I don't have to give). I was feeling really undervalued as an employee. During this time my dog was not really getting better, but he seemed okay. Stable.

My mom wonderfully was able to watch the kids while I was working late and C had to leave for work before I could get home. On Thursday of the week I was finally able to get my meds. Friday morning, on my way to work, I heard a (seemingly) harmless little "click" and the engine stopped. Of course. It was the timing belt. C came, we towed the Subaru home, and it sat there in the driveway til Tuesday when we got it towed to a mechanic. Fortunately I was able to get a ride with someone else on my floor at work who lives near me for the week we were down to one car, and my mom helped with the kids again. The mechanic informed us that we needed a new engine, the brakes needed maintenance, the power steering boot on the driver's side was torn, and oh, by the way, the clutch needed to be replaced too. The cost of all this? Well, we couldn't get a used car that would last 150K miles for this price, but damn. Not money we really had, but we did get the car back on Friday which was great.

Thursday night we noticed MacGyver was really struggling. He was lethargic and did not finish his food. I called the emergency vet (because, naturally, the regular vet had closed 10 minutes earlier). This earned him an overnight stay, medicine, and some Xrays. We learned that our 11 (almost 12) year old beagle has congestive heart failure, pneumonia, and possibly a mass on his liver (we didn't have $700 more to spend on the ultrasounds to confirm the mass and get a better look at his heart). He did get to come home on Friday evening, and we were all so glad to have him home. He's now getting better every day (and getting back to being a pain in the ass, which is wonderful).

And now? Now I'm rebounding, but my soul is exhausted and wrung out. My mental state is muted. It's better this week but I'm still reeling from the ups and downs (mostly downs) of the last few weeks. I just need a break, but I'm treading water to stay afloat at work and there's no end in sight. I just hope the Universe is done fucking with me for a while.

Oh, and another fun note about something that *just* happened: one of the people at work informed me today that she took my desk phone into the cell culture room for my ENTIRE MATERNITY LEAVE. I realize that I've been back for 6 months, and cleaning/sterilizing my phone now is an empty gesture, but what in the ever-loving-fuck. Join me, won't you, in a massive full body shudder? And then this same person just left candy on the chemical bench. Which I've since thrown away, because there are just places that food NEVER goes.

On the upside, my garden (mostly tomatoes) went gangbusters this year.

Praying mantis! From my Mother's Day eggs, perhaps?

Tiny watermelon! We had to pick it early because a rabbit bit the stem through...

Most recent harvest

Edit: Oh, Universe. I see what you did there. PMS on top of everything? Lovely. And now, ladies and gentlemen, my first postpartum period.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

8 months!

Where oh where has the time gone?!

8 MONTHS OLD. This baby is just full of joyful mischief. LCC still has 2 teeth, though she's working on at least 2 more (I think the next two on the bottom, rather than the top two, but I know better than to say for sure). She's pretty drooly and wet from the face down most of the time. Making her siblings laugh is a priority. LCC has not met a food she didn't like yet, but she's not very good at getting it into her mouth in any great quantities. Mostly it ends up all over her and I am SO glad we're doing Baby Led Weaning (easier to clean up). She's very good at using her tongue to manipulate the bits of food around her mouth. Still, she's primarily nursing (or taking bottles from Daddy and nobody else) and hasn't decreased her intake on that end, though she's sort of slowing down on growing/zooming through clothing sizes. Whew. I doubt she'll wear the adorable "My First Halloween" outfit I bought for her last year (foolishly in size 6-9 months...) 7 weeks from now though.

No crawling yet but she can sit up like it's her purpose in life. She can reach *really* far in front of her and get back to sitting, but not quite to the hands and knees position yet. She's getting there. Both of her siblings are trying to help her learn things and they love to play with her. J is particularly good at getting her to laugh out loud.

Measurements (as given by our bathroom scale, and roll of paper and pencil, and with Dee's help)

28.125 inches ~88%ile
19 pounds ~75%ile

Monday, August 10, 2015

7 months!

Seriously, baby, slow down!

LCC is 7 months old now. She still loves her siblings and is striving to be the most chill and happy baby out there. She has 2 teeth, and likes to bite people's fingers. She's working on the whole pincer grip thing to get food from her tray into her mouth, but has had very limited success in that area. She sits up like a pro and is enjoying tummy time more, though she doesn't do a whole lot of moving around yet. She sort of scoots around her crib/the floor on either her belly or her back, and she has sort of taken a break from rolling to focus on her mad sitting and reaching skills. LCC is also experimenting with perspective and frequently enjoys looking at things sideways or upside-down. Bathtime is still a hit, as is her new (to her) jumperoo. She sleeps through some nights, but usually wakes up once (which, compared to Dee through age..3... is fantastic).

According to our bathroom scale, she weighs 18.2 pounds, which means she's gained over a pound in the last month. Yowza.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Peas vs Little Cat C

LCC hasn't really shown any interest in eating food, but we've been offering her bits and pieces here and there. Last night we offered her some peas, and she tried to pick them up and eat them. Sort of. She practiced picking them up, and maybe some ended up in her mouth? She made some faces when I actually put one in her mouth, but she was entertained, at least! Most of the peas ended up by her butt, though.

This is an improvement over the piece of peach I let her taste this weekend, where she just looked at me like "WTF, mom? WHY ARE YOU PUTTING THAT IN MY MOUTH?"

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

6 Months Postpartum, and a plan

I'm now 6 months and change postpartum for the third time. I am still suffering from discomfort and, frankly, pain, from the SPD that I had while pregnant with LCC. I've gained back the 5ish pounds of weight I had lost immediately postpartum (which, honestly, just puts me back to where I was a couple months before I fell pregnant). I am sick of living in pain, and I want to get back to where I was before I got pregnant. So I've joined a fitness group on Facebook and hopefully that will help me with the motivation I need to work on this!

Crappy *Before* Pic - weight 144.6 pounds
Here are my goals:
1. Strengthen my core and pelvis and anything that comes along with that is a bonus.
2. Get back on track with healthier eating, by tracking my food so I don't have issues as LCC starts eating solid foods and my milk output decreases.  This is not to say I am counting calories, but I am trying to make sure I get enough fruits and veggies and protein, and enough water.
3. Start being able to run again (which can't happen until my pelvis is back at 100%, because OUCH).

The fitness group challenge runs through the end of October, but I don't plan to stop then. I'd like to at least get #1 and 2 solidly in place by then. 

Friday, July 10, 2015

6 months! Eeep!

Oh my goodness, Little Cat C. I can't believe you are 6 months old!

This child is happy, drooling, teething, and sleeping through most (ok, about half) nights. She sits unassisted for a minute or so, rolls over, loves tags with a passion unparalleled. LCC is also really good at turning her tongue sideways and thinks it's the best trick ever. Absolutely hams it up during mealtimes and loves her siblings and making them laugh, bonus if she disrupts a meal. She's still a milk monster and has no interest in solid foods yet. She's a lover and absolutely adores being worn and has been practicing fake coughing and what seems to be a sarcastic chuckle. She's wearing 6-9 month clothes, and has her daddy's nose (though it took us a while to figure it out, apparently). She's also been exploring the realm of "da, ga, ba" noises.

17#2oz (70%) 
26.76" long (84%) 
Giant head (also 84%)

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

5 months!

Wow, five months! This giant baby is growing so fast. She's a very happy baby. Her favorite people are her sister, brother, mom and dad. She's also a big fan of MacGuyver and sort of wary of Athena, since she's not so much a fan of being licked. She eats a lot (I'm guessing somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 ounces a day, but since I am nursing her half the time and she gets pumped milk while I'm working, I can't be exactly sure). She also has been wearing mostly 6-9 month sized clothing, because, well, she's giant. Giant for my babies, anyhow. LCC can sit unsupported for a second or two at a time, and loves to sit up straight (on her own) in her high chair while the rest of us are eating. Baths are awesome, and so is eating her toes. LCC has discovered blowing raspberries and enjoys sucking her thumb and sticking out her tongue. She's not really into tummy time, and does not roll over yet but the big kids are trying to teach her.

Her current stats (as best as I can measure at home):
16.5 pounds (about the 82nd percentile)
27" long (off the chart for height... so...99th percentile?)

This makes her bigger than both of her siblings at 6 months, though Dee was the same length at that age. She also seems to have more hair than the other two did at this age, but maybe it's just a little darker so it looks like more.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Four months!

Colic is GONE! Hurray!! I am so very glad it "only" lasted about 3 months. Since then, it's become apparent that LCC is the second happiest baby ever (obviously J was the happiest). We got out the high chair because she wants to see everyone while we're eating, so she hangs out and plays with toys at table level while we eat. She's really trying to sit up on her own and while being held is close to sitting up without being supported. She thinks farts are hilarious and loves watching her brother and sister, and playing with her toys. The current argument between the big kids is whether she's as cute as a baby panda or a baby platypus. 

She still wears 3-6 months clothes though she's starting to test the tensile strength of some of her leggings. She hates tummy time after about 3 minutes, but loves playing with her toys, especially those she can stick in her mouth. She loves bathtime, and has discovered that she can kick her legs and splash. She eats about 30-34 ounces per day (guesstimating, since I can't really measure how much she eats while nursing), but I've been able to keep up with her by pumping at work and then again in the evening before bed. I'm actually keeping up so well that I'm ahead of her, and I have about 70 ounces in the freezer. I NEVER had that much with the other two kids!

Her stats (at 4 months and 10 days): 
Weight: 15 pounds, 1 ounce (62%)
Length: 25.6" (85%)
Head Circumference: 16.54" (81%)

Big and healthy!

Friday, April 10, 2015

3 months old!

Oh Little Cat C. Three months already!!

She's solidly in 3-6 month clothes. Colic is improving so she only has 1-2 days a week of it, and the rest of the time she's pretty cheerful. She does like to be held sitting up though, and she wants to be right in the thick of whatever is going on so she can watch. She's discovered her toys and really loves to reach out and grab them. The big kids are great sources of entertainment for her. She still nurses and eats like a little piggy and she's by far the easiest nurser I've had. She laughs occasionally and drools a lot. She also enjoys playing on the floor on her play mat, and looking in her mirrors.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Two Months Old!

Apparently, I don't know what day my child was born, since last month I posted on the 11th that she was 1 month old. Oops.

I can't pick just one picture. The bottom one cracked me up, Dee insisted on holding the baby, and this was about a second before the spitup reached her arm...

Little Cat C is 2 months old (WHAT?!). Her 2 month stats are:
23.2" long (72%ile)
11 pounds, 15 ounces (55%ile)
15.9" head circumference (86%ile)

So she's slimming down a little, but still pretty darn big! She's proportional, and is transitioning to 3-6 month clothes as she's suddenly outgrown her 0-3 month stuff. Yikes! She loves to watch people, and be worn. She has also discovered that she loves chewing on her hands and if we didn't know better we'd say she's teething. The bouncy seat is pretty awesome. She also sleeps through the night about half the time, which is AWESOME. I joke that she sleeps better than Dee, and it's actually about half true.

I go back to work next week. Boo :-(

Colic is... colic. It sucks. The screaming inconsolably haunts me sometimes, and can send my anxiety through the roof. I hope the end is sooner than later, but the pediatrician says it can go anywhere from 3-6 months. It's like she's two different babies. One that's normal and happy and one that's possessed.