Finally.....I get to sit down, with my laptop actually in my lap, and type a new entry. Of course, this time may not last much longer as I already took a nice, hot bath...which I fell asleep in. I'm exhausted!
I don't remember being this tired all the time after my son was born 15 1/2 years ago. I must have been, but I was only 21 so was used to long days, short nights, and little sleep. At least, that's the only reason I can come up with.
EmiJo is such a sweet, mostly happy, little angel. She is constantly hungry when awake, and sleeps hard when she sleeps, which is mostly during the day. We were up until 1:30 before she finally crashed. When she woke up a few hours later, with frozen fingers and forearms (they were not covered by the blanket and she had pushed the sleeves up), I put her next to me for two reasons...1) to warm her up and 2) to nurse her. It's becoming a little easier to nurse her since I started taking Reglan and drinking Mother's Milk tea...both of which I should do right now. As I said though, this time to write may not last long. Besides, I have a loving husband who will be more than happy to get both for me when I ask him.
EmiJo has grown so much since I last wrote and I'm not talking physically. That's happened too, but she is now SMILING!!! I got my first real smile on March 3rd. I immediately wrote on my Facebook wall: "EmiJo smiles now...real smiles not gassy smiles. She started a couple days ago, but they were fleeting. Today she has smiled at me whenever I smiled at her...which is whenever I'm near her. :~}"
Then on March 8 "EmiJo just did her 1st real raspberry! Stuck her tongue out & raspberried her mommy! Haha"
Early complicated mouth movements, such as raspberries, are supposed to mean she will talk early. Isn't that great! Whatever....I don't care about that stuff, I just think it's cute when she does raspberries. Pretty soon she'll do them on her own or only with a little coaxing. Right now, they're still fleeting movements.
She does blow bubbles a lot. Not just little ones either. She looks like she's chewing gum, then bubbles start to pour out of her mouth. It's like she's teething early. Doc says it's just reflux. She has to take Zantac to keep most of her food down. Then there's mornings like today when she nursed for only a few minutes and blech...all over my chest. ICK!
Chaz is as accepting as he can be having an infant in the house. He gets a little upset when he's trying to watch TV and she starts to cry, but we have DVR and the show can be paused, rewound, or recorded so it's not a major upset.
Speaking of Chaz and infants...I'm fairly certain this experience is teaching him the consequences of sex. Can't say that he won't be tempted or won't do it, but at least he knows exactly what awaits him if/when he does start.
Nick just walked in and asked if I was going to write about the songs I sing for her. So, I guess I will. She seems to like my voice, just like her brother did, and so I sing. I try to sing traditional lullabies like Lullaby, & good night, but usually end up changing most of the words because I can't remember the traditional words. I also sing made up songs. Last night I sang a song that included the words Mommy's not tired, no she's not. Daddy's not tired, no he's not. Baby she's tired, yes she is. Go to sleep little baby go to sleep. I sang that over and over and over again until she finally fell asleep. Took about 100 repetitions and more than half an hour, but she eventually gave in.
She responds differently to Mommy and Daddy too. If Daddy has her it's hard rock, gypsy punk, or anything with a steady beat that's about the speed of a heart beating when you're climbing a hill. When I have her, it's me singing while thumping her back (like I'm burping her). Usually, this can be accomplished while I'm sitting in my glider, but once in awhile, I have to stand and walk around or bounce while swaying back and forth. If none of my tactics work to calm her down (and she's not wet, poopy, hungry, cold, hot, or wearing something uncomfortable), I pass her off to Daddy and he calms her down. When he can't calm her, he passes her off to me. We are a team.
Life with a teenager and an infant has it's own challenges that only others experiencing the same thing can understand.
Well, time to clip coupons, make menu plans, and finish the laundry. A mom's job is never done. But it's all worth it!
