When to use bathroom spray in the bedroom? Well, when your son uses his nursery as a bathroom. Okay, he's 5 months old and I can totally cut him slack because he does use his diapers. This morning became the new standard in Epic Poos.
That's right, people reading this with kids will nod their heads and are sure to have a "one-up" story that you are welcome to share. People without kids? Well, I will say poopie and make fart sounds...maybe that part will be entertaining. Or maybe visualizing the following 3 scenarios will make for enough entertainment.
#1 - Max is a clock-work morning pooper and this morning was a doozy. It wasn't a blow out, but more of a blow UP! The kid was in my lap after his bottle and after some grunting the smell emanated from his bum. Okay, time to go to the changing table. OR on a second evaluation, the new look of things designatied it was time to get out the hazmat suit. Poor kiddo had so much poop coming out of him that it rocketed out of his diaper, up his back and smeared up to his shoulder blades! Oooomph. Let the decontamination process begin.
#2 - Future job as an artist? No, he just likes overfilling his diaper with two colors of poo art with the occasional expansion of the canvas to any surface he is sitting on (my pants, the bouncy chair, his car seat, you get the picture). He gives a base of dark green and then adds a nice creamy swirl of yellow to the top. Ew. And isn't it funny that we use food references to describe to the doctors what his bowel movents look like. (e.g. Chunky peanut butter, clumppy oatmeal, dairy curds...oh, should I have warned you not to be eating while reading this post?!?)
Seriously, we are just happy the kid poops every day. There was a time when he would go 5-7 days without making a load. And man, was he an angry little thing! And really, who wouldn't be a little grouchy if you hadn't gone in a week!?!
#3 - The first real indoctrination into parenthood was at 4:30am when he was only a few months old. He had projectile poo. Max was going through the normal routine of bottle, then a diaper change, I was keeping the lights dim because back in the day he would go back to sleep this early in the morning. Tra-la-la-la, la-la. All was normal and calm for the wee little one. Diaper off, wiping down, get out the new diaper, clean bottom ready to be inserted into new wares...THEN I lift his legs (you see where this goes wrong). We are talking about poo shooting 3 feet out of his butt, across the changing mat and all the way over to his feeding chart at the end of the long dresser that we use as his changing table. In the middle of those two points he creamed his diaper caddy, multiple diapers, a burp cloth, the camquarter, a pen that was promptly thrown away and various bottles of lotion and diaper rash cream with a tubular projection of feces. Yeah, good morning to you too son.
You just know it's love when you wipe someone's back end, smile, clean them up, wrap them back up and snuggle them close. Then of course, you can be scared the next time you change thier diaper, but ultimately you will still willingly do it.
And no, there will be no pictures shared with this post. But as parents do, I admittedly texted Curtis photos of the epic 5-day blow out diapers when he was at work. Way to make dad proud Max.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Trapped Between Two Worlds
Right now I am very conflicted on what to do. I truly am trapped between the main worlds of Working-Mom and Stay-at-Home-Mom. (In addition to all the other roles we juggle...wife, home accountant, cook, cleaning lady, sister, daughter, friend, etc). I have had the advantage to work from home these past 3 months, but that is soon coming to an end. Technically I could only stay home with Max and not have a job, but I want to be prepared financially so it can make having kiddo #2 easier.
Yes, I just said that...I am planning for the next kiddo in the future. After all, I promised Max if he didn't break me, then he could have a sibling. Grant it this will be a while further down the road, but I would like to have the spoils of a larger house in a better neighborhood, etc before we welcome the next family member home. So this is the side goal rattling around in my head.
Okay, back to my inner conflict:
I love my son, I love watching his milestones happen right in front of me and they are happening FAST. Almost too fast and I feel like I don't appreciate this time enough, so I fear losing it with him. Then there is a part of me that still wants a break from the home, probably because we don't have family in town so there is no outlet for me besides the weekends where Curtis is home. The word 'career' tempts me too. Something other than Mom/homemaker to identify myself as and another area where I can grow mentally. Financially the job needs to be advantageous enough to make daycare not seem like a dent in the budget...but then it tears me up to think of the little one getting a flat head or some similarly awful/dramatic scenarios because they just leave him in a crib crying all day (or something).
From the outside world / their views:
Max may not know the difference because he is so young, but then will I ever step back and focus on being just Mom? (Are you hearing this conflict of ideals here? --Am I just being stingy because somehow I want the best of both worlds?!?!) Curtis is supportive of my final decision, but lets face it, he is still greedy for the paycheck too and I am sure my working would take some pressure off of him. Co-workers act like I need to get serious and stop "playing" with my son and come back to work in the office. ***For anyone who stays at home to watch your beloved children you know how these types of comments make your blood boil because my GAWD staying home to raise a child is damn hard work.*** And then surprisingly other stay-at-home mommies don't view me as one of their own either. They get ticked off when I decline their play group invite because of work and then they want to complain to me that they missed taking one of the many daily naps with "little Suzie" today. Strange paradox, I know. I can also aknowledge that I don't have their same life either and have trouble relating with some of their daily woes. Maybe they are just having an identity crisis like me and the naps are simply what they have to chat about that day. ...?
So overall I feel like a bit of a misfit. Not quite sure what I am looking for by posting this gush of confusion...maybe some pointers, maybe just a vent, maybe just to reach out and let other moms know they aren't the only one letting this kind of stuff roll around in their heads all day too. Only time can really reveal what will happen.
Being a parent was described to me by another new working-mom as GUILT. There always seems to be self doubt as you wonder how the little things you do impact your little one's life. I am certainly feeling the stress creep higher as my deadline to come back in the office approaches. I want the best for Max and for me. It is sad if I don't stay home because I have that phenomenal opportunity. I also feel selfish because tons of other moms would kill for the advantage to not put their kids in daycare. Now, here I am debating on trying to juggle back in the ball of full-time work that separates me from the time I can never regain with our son.
Going back to work? ...but at what real expense to my family?
Yes, I just said that...I am planning for the next kiddo in the future. After all, I promised Max if he didn't break me, then he could have a sibling. Grant it this will be a while further down the road, but I would like to have the spoils of a larger house in a better neighborhood, etc before we welcome the next family member home. So this is the side goal rattling around in my head.
Okay, back to my inner conflict:
I love my son, I love watching his milestones happen right in front of me and they are happening FAST. Almost too fast and I feel like I don't appreciate this time enough, so I fear losing it with him. Then there is a part of me that still wants a break from the home, probably because we don't have family in town so there is no outlet for me besides the weekends where Curtis is home. The word 'career' tempts me too. Something other than Mom/homemaker to identify myself as and another area where I can grow mentally. Financially the job needs to be advantageous enough to make daycare not seem like a dent in the budget...but then it tears me up to think of the little one getting a flat head or some similarly awful/dramatic scenarios because they just leave him in a crib crying all day (or something).
From the outside world / their views:
Max may not know the difference because he is so young, but then will I ever step back and focus on being just Mom? (Are you hearing this conflict of ideals here? --Am I just being stingy because somehow I want the best of both worlds?!?!) Curtis is supportive of my final decision, but lets face it, he is still greedy for the paycheck too and I am sure my working would take some pressure off of him. Co-workers act like I need to get serious and stop "playing" with my son and come back to work in the office. ***For anyone who stays at home to watch your beloved children you know how these types of comments make your blood boil because my GAWD staying home to raise a child is damn hard work.*** And then surprisingly other stay-at-home mommies don't view me as one of their own either. They get ticked off when I decline their play group invite because of work and then they want to complain to me that they missed taking one of the many daily naps with "little Suzie" today. Strange paradox, I know. I can also aknowledge that I don't have their same life either and have trouble relating with some of their daily woes. Maybe they are just having an identity crisis like me and the naps are simply what they have to chat about that day. ...?
So overall I feel like a bit of a misfit. Not quite sure what I am looking for by posting this gush of confusion...maybe some pointers, maybe just a vent, maybe just to reach out and let other moms know they aren't the only one letting this kind of stuff roll around in their heads all day too. Only time can really reveal what will happen.
Being a parent was described to me by another new working-mom as GUILT. There always seems to be self doubt as you wonder how the little things you do impact your little one's life. I am certainly feeling the stress creep higher as my deadline to come back in the office approaches. I want the best for Max and for me. It is sad if I don't stay home because I have that phenomenal opportunity. I also feel selfish because tons of other moms would kill for the advantage to not put their kids in daycare. Now, here I am debating on trying to juggle back in the ball of full-time work that separates me from the time I can never regain with our son.
Going back to work? ...but at what real expense to my family?
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Spoiler Alert!
Alright, so it's been a half a year...are you still there?
As Ricky Riccardo would say...Lucy, you got some 'splannin to do!
Slowly but surely I will fill in the blanks and we will catch up. :) Here is the fastest summary of the last 6 months since I really did a proper post:
Since the previous photo of 35 weeks was posted (finally).
I was only pregnant for 2 more swollen weeks...
This was the morning right before we went to the hospital, I had no makeup on, we were running out the door and I wanted one more photo to show how big I got (dang). At this point I did not know what the word 'contraction' really meant yet.
And BAM! Max is 5 months old now....cute little chubby cheeks, mohawk and all.
As Ricky Riccardo would say...Lucy, you got some 'splannin to do!
Slowly but surely I will fill in the blanks and we will catch up. :) Here is the fastest summary of the last 6 months since I really did a proper post:
Since the previous photo of 35 weeks was posted (finally).
I was only pregnant for 2 more swollen weeks...
This was the morning right before we went to the hospital, I had no makeup on, we were running out the door and I wanted one more photo to show how big I got (dang). At this point I did not know what the word 'contraction' really meant yet.
And BAM! Max is 5 months old now....cute little chubby cheeks, mohawk and all.
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