Friday, April 9, 2010

My Birthday...


...was on April 5th. Easter Monday this year. I turned 24...which now starts to sound a bit older to me. Yeah, I know it doesn't sound as old as 50 (if our parents are reading this), but now when people ask how old I am, I don't feel so young...however, I still look like I am 18. This explains why people look for my wedding ring when they see me pushing the stroller. No, this wasn't a teen pregnancy. No, it wasn't a shot gun wedding. But thank you for asking, I appreciate your concern.

My grandma gave me a gift and these three old pictures. I cut out my sister and cousin because I am too lazy to ask if it's okay that I post them.

The first is me at my grandma's house with her cat Pepsi. This cat hated kids. The picture was probably taken moments before she hissed at me. I would come to loathe this cat as I grew up.

The second is me at age 5 I am guessing. My mom made Andrea and I matching dresses quite often. They were itchy, but I admire her skill. Notice my bangs. These were mild, usually they continued past my ear if you can believe it. Oh, don't forget the clip-on earrings. 5 going on 15.




I don't really know how old I am here. Maybe 11? My sister, cousin and I are in Grandma's backyard of her old house on a swing set. We are all wearing dresses...over our normal clothes. Andrea and my cousin are probably very happy right now that I cropped this photo. This was before make-up, blowdryers, and fashion. By grade 9 I will apply more make-up, and spend more time on my hair than I will for the rest of my years combined.

Old pictures are pretty fun.

Here is a new one: Daisha gave me tulips on my birthday. Nothing says spring more than tulips in my opinion.

April seems to be the month where you expect Spring, but the weather changes just to tease us further into thinking nice weather will never come.

Another thing about my birthday. This year I got sick for it, again. This is either the 3rd or 4th year in a row now. Not even kidding. No, I swear it's not a self-fulfilling prophecy either. I was in the shower, thinking about how I was sick, and then it dawned on me that it was my birthday tomorrow and that I was sick again. I never gave it a thought until the day before, when I was actually sick. So weird.

To celebrate, Kenton took me to Cafe deVille last night. It's such a lovely place, really quaint. Wrennie went to Nana & Papa's (aka Judy and Dean's). I have never appreciated a beautiful dinner out just talking with Kenton and eating great food so much!

My Top 10 Things That Are Nice To Know





If you are squeamish about words like "birth", "nipple shields" and "breastfeeding", I don't recommend you read on!

I know there are friends out there expecting their first babies and are reading this little blog of mine. This entry is for you soon-to-be moms, friends that aren't moms yet, or friends who are just curious. Keep in mind though, this is just my experience.

Some things I wish I knew beforehand (or think is important to mention) about childbirth and newborns:


1.) Have your bag packed...and don't forget to bring your husband some snacks and a change of clothes too! Poor Kenton was stuck wearing the same thing to bed in the hospital that he wore the whole day. Jeans aren't comfortable to sleep in.

2.) Don't assume a nurse will come to help show you how to breastfeed. I had to ask, and even then, it was a sad experience. Breastfeeding can be really tricky, you and your baby are both learning! If a nurse shows you, but you still aren't sure, or it feels incredibly painful, ask, ask, ASK for help. It's their job. Nope, I'm done being bitter...totally not bitter..

3.) Do yourself a favour, buy a nipple shield ahead of time. Kenton's mom ran out and got one for me from Bosom Babies 2 days after Wrennie was born. Then my friend Cara got to watch as I tried to figure it out with a screaming newborn in my arms. The learning curve can be steep! While you are getting that shield, go get some breast pads for your huge leaky boobs, and some lanolin cream. And when that milk comes...it will be hurty. Yes, hurty.

4.) This is not pessimism...Exhaustion will hit you like a truck once the high of having your newborn in the world wears off, and it can be hard. Some handle it well...I don't. If you have family or friends around, call them up to hold your baby while you take a nap. If you have heard the phrase, "Sleep when your baby sleeps"...take it with a grain of salt. If you are like me, you will fall asleep just as your baby decides to wake up again to eat. It can be cruel.

5.) You will be sore after you give birth, whether you deliver naturally or have a c-section. Mine was natural. After the epidural wore off, the sore achey feeling is intense to say the least! I could barely stand for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Even sitting is sore. Getting out of bed hurts. Everything hurts. Your muscles may hurt from pushing. Your stitches will hurt. Take that water bottle they (should) give you at the hospital and use it when you go to the bathroom. Take all the extra pads you can. Stick the pads in the freezer and maybe even spray them with some witch hazel or other "bottom care" product. A friend gave me a "bottom" spray by Mother Earth. It was a life saver!! I hate the smell of it now, it reminds me of, well, pain, but it helped.

6.) Visitors. We did it the WRONG way. We had people over almost every night for 2 weeks straight, or something close to that. That was stupid. Really stupid. I was so exhausted that my heart would pound in my chest and I had no color in my face. Seriously. We should have just had a bunch of people over at once in the beginning. Then said no more. We know better for next time. Of course we love everyone that did come over, we WANTED them to see Wrennie, we should have just done it a different way. So hear me now, don't feel bad about saying no to people, especially if they have already seen the little one. Unless it is your mom coming over to hold her while you sleep, that is different :)

7.) If breastfeeding doesn't pan out and you put your baby on formula, something I wish I had known, was that you probably need to wean them onto the formula. Sometimes we would give Wrennie one full bottle of formula instead of breast milk (I was both pumping and trying to breastfeed at the time) and she would projectile vomit it all back out. I am not talking spit up, I mean barf it back up through both her nose and mouth! A friend said to try and give her a little in her breast milk bottles and gradually increase it to help her little system digest it easier. It worked.

8.) If you can, prepare some meals before you baby comes, and freeze them. Easy things like stews, soups, and casseroles can be so helpful. Do it yourself, or ask friends or family to a few weeks before your due date. Our family and friends did that for us, and it helped us out for nearly a month! It was amazing!

9.) A hard reality for myself was that becoming a mother did not feel natural for me. Yes I was excited to have her in my arms, and in love with her, but I was also scared, and not sure if I was ready for what I signed up for. Something even harder to admit was that I didn't really like Wrennie right off the bat. This is hard to explain, but with the exhaustion and constant demand that I was not prepared for in the least, I began to dread feeding her (it hurt and wasn't working) and dread the night-time. Even though I loved her right from the get-go, I didn't think I had it in me to do what I had to. Many tears fell because of this. I felt bad, guilty, and crazy from the post-partum hormonal let-down. I didn't feel like myself and I wasn't all that happy. If I hid it well, I didn't really mean to, but it wasn't something I wanted to go around advertising. I mean, who thinks that way of their newborn?? Being a mother is supposed to be all wonderful, amazing, rewarding, etc. etc. Now it is, but it wasn't at first. I like Wrennie so much and love her, and think she is the funnest and cutest kid of all time. Things do get easier, just like everyone said it would, and I love this mom thing so much more!

10.) Being a mom is hard, amazing, rewarding, and can surprise you with how much joy comes with it! And time really does fly....

Can you believe she was this little several months ago??



And now she is so big and even more delicious!


Thursday, April 8, 2010

Cereal.


Our family loves cereal. If I wasn't around, cereal would be Kenton's choice for every meal. Okay...that's not true. He would mix it up from time to time with some toast and eggs. He can make a gourmet meal, not even kidding, he just doesn't like how many dirty dishes it produces.

Anyway, cereal. Wrennie tried cereal yesterday for the first time.

Bumbo chairs are handy for the babies that can't sit up on their own and are probably too young to eat cereal yet but you want them to resume sleeping through the night.

Oh you know, we used good old President's Choice...Organics.

Sometimes I don't even know why I bother with a bib. It does very little to save her clothes from puke disasters. In goes the spoon...


Hey, she still has that tongue thrust, this could be tricky. As you can see, 1% made it into her mouth, the other 99% is around it.

We keep going, and the faces just keep getting better...

It's even mixed in breastmilk Wrennie!



No? Not so much?



Not really at all, hey...


I guess we'll go get that bottle now...


Maybe she won't take after her Dad quite yet.

Month 4


Okay, this is a little late, but lots has happened in the past month!
Wrennie got her first cold. When you put everything in your mouth, this is bound to happen.

Wrennie rolled over for the first time yesterday!

And she had her first taste of cereal. Too cute. See next blog entry for that!

She still loves her baths.


Lately she has felt the need to hang on for dear life for the majority of her bath time. Apparently she has some concern for her personal safety and has taken it into her own hands.

She goes through a million bottles a day. No exaggeration.

There is a lot of laundry. Almost goes without saying.

And, Flathead has been referred to the UofA Headshape clinic as well as physiotherapy for her neck. Sigh. We will go see what they say...maybe get something cool like a helmet...yikes.

Lastly, she attended her very first birthday party for her buddy, Bennett. He turned one year old! She brought her Sophie...which soon turned into Communal Sophie. Who cares about cake, where's that Sophie toy??




Thursday, April 1, 2010

Dad time.

Last night I started making dinner only to look over and see this going on.
I can't even handle it!

She loves when Kenton comes home, it's play time.

I love her side profile. She was examining dad's face, sticking her hands in whatever looked interesting.

My two favorites.