Saturday, July 25, 2009

Nature's Best

I love how uninhibited babies are. They can't help but be who they are.

They don't know that "big boys don't cry" and "big girls don't use pacifiers". They don't know that farting in public is rude, and farting when they're being held is even ruder.

If it hurts for them to poop, you know it. They scrunch up their legs, screw up their faces and cry until it comes out.

Adults don't do that.

We hide everything behind closed doors and closed expressions.

With babies, you know what you're getting. You know if they don't like you by the sound of screeching and wailing. You know they're uncomfortable by - again - the sound of crying. They smile when you smile back, laugh when you make silly faces and hold your hand when they want to be touched.

Unlike adults, babies are natural.

I still don't know if some of my acquaintances actually like me. I don't know if they like my jokes or hate my laugh. I don't know if they look forward to seeing me or dread the group parties. Because adults don't always tell you what they're thinking.

And when they do, we call them rude. No one wants to hear exactly what someone else thinks about them, do they? No one wants to be around someone who farts during dinner, or burps in your face. Yet that's exactly what I want from my baby.

So when is it that we stop asking kids to be themselves and start asking them to be who we want them to be? Is it when they're toddlers and they start crying? "Big Boys don't cry" we say, and they learn that they should bottle up their hurt and not let anyone see it. Is it when we're in public and we get those dirty looks from those around us?

When do we stop asking for the truth and begin asking for what we want to hear?

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I'm a Big Boy now!

Literally and figuratively.

My "little" boy is 7 weeks old today. And he weighs 12 pounds.

Yes, you read that right. 12 pounds. That would be 3 pounds and 14 ounces more than his birth weight. Over 4 1/2 pounds more than he weighed when he left the hospital. 12 pounds. That amounts to about a pound every other week.

I have replaced my dumbbells for workouts. I just use Bjorn and call it our bonding time.

If he continues his current weight gain pattern, at his first birthday I'll be singing Happy Birthday to a 40 pound 1 year old. I think I weighed that when I entered junior high!

So, I'm not sure that Bjorn can be called my little boy still, but I think to me he will always be my little boy. Even when he is taller than I am.

Figuratively speaking, Bjorn is also a Big Boy now.

Last night, he slept for the first time in his crib. The whole night.

He's been sleeping through the night pretty much since he was born. I used to have to spend almost an hour waking him up just to get him to eat every three hours in the night, but now that he is obviously doing ok with food and weight gain, I let him determine when he wants to wake up. And he doesn't. He's like his Daddy - he sleeps well and he sleeps hard. Down for the count.

So he eats dinner between 8 and 10 pm, heads to bed, and sleeps until 4 or 5 am. Not bad for a 7 week old!! Trust me, I'm not complaining.

And since he is doing so well with his sleeping, we decided that there was no reason to have him in our room anymore. If he sleeps through the night, so should we, and his little grunting and coughing always seemed to wake me up periodically. So, last night we put him down in his crib about 10 pm, grabbed the baby monitors and crossed our fingers I wouldn't be back and forth too much in the night.

At 1 am I woke up to silence on the monitor. Was everything ok? I couldn't hear a thing! I walked across the house only to find Bjorn happily sleeping, in the exact same position in which we left him 4 hours ago. I went back to sleep and woke up at a very reasonable 4:45 am to hear him grunting. Although there was no full blown cry for food, I figured it was pretty much breakfast time for him and I went to feed him. Afterwards he was so full, he fell back asleep and stayed asleep until we both woke up at 8 am.

What a great little boy, eh? He knows his mama needs her beauty sleep, so he's doing his best to give it to her. And I couldn't be more grateful to him!!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Baby Registry Etc.

More ideas for items that should be on baby registries but aren't:

*House Cleaning. If there is any one thing I am wishing for after our next kiddo (Yes, folks, the rumors are true. You do forget about the pain soon and start thinking about the next one! Won't happen for a while. . . but it will happen.), a clean house would be it. The whole shebang: baseboards, blinds, windows, floors, tubs, tiles, cobwebs in corners , et al. If it's there, I want it clean. After coming back from the hospital, the house was tidy but it wasn't clean-clean. Clean-clean would have saved me, as baby blues (and the inability to move, much less get out of the jail my house became) made every little speck of dust even more apparent to me. Probably because there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

*Tools. To put together all of the furniture, accesories and toys for this Bambino. And it will only get worse. This is only the beginning.

*Batteries. See explanation above. Everything uses at least 3-4 batteries. Some use 6. And one uses an "e" battery. What the hell is an "e"??? Again, this is only the beginning.

Monday, July 13, 2009

First. . . . . .

Well, this was a week of many firsts.

First "first":

This was the first full week Daddy and I have had alone with Bjorn. We love having visitors in town - we're expecting more later this week - so we are definitely not complaining about the company! But this week was different; it really is an adjustment having just the two of us here. I have had to figure out how to get by on my own during the day, and we have to finagle dinner, fun and the normal everyday activities of cooking and cleaning ourselves. I like change, though, and it's been interesting figuring out all the ways to make things work.

The second "first'":

I haven't actually been cleared by the doctor to drive yet, but I don't have the patience to sit around in my house any longer. This Wednesday is my next appointment, and I suspect he'll tell me I'm 90% healed and the rest will just come in time. So I've decided to be my own doctor and clear myself to drive. I'm not on narcs anymore, so what's the big deal???

So I took Bjorn out by myself for the first time. I put him in the car myself, took him out myself, put together the stroller, shopped and did the whole thing in reserve. Twice. This might not sound like a big deal to those of you who had vaginal births (or very easy c-section recoveries) but I haven't been able to even lift him in his car seat. I haven't been able to twist to get myself in the car, much less to maneuver his heavy car seat. I haven't been able to push his stroller because I have still had to hold my incision as I walked. This is a big deal for me. Bjorn and I went to Hobby Lobby and to Marshall's. It was hard to maneuver him - I'm definitely not 100% yet - but I managed when I went slowly. But the rest was easy. He's pretty portable right now, and he doesn't complain about a whole lot, so he didn't mind shopping with me at all. In fact, I think he really liked it. He loves having people fawn all over him.

Which brings us to our next "first":

The first time Bjorn exploded poop out of all sides of his diaper. Yes, all sides. And still the kid didn't complain! I didn't even know until I was almost home and thought 'Huh. What is that smell?' I found out when I reached in to lift him out of his car seat. (BTW - that whole thing about how breastfed babies poop doesn't stink? That's a bunch of BS. It's poop. It stinks.)

And the first time I had to wash his car seat cover in the washer.

The next day was the second time we had to wash his car seat cover when he did it again. But it was the first time that Daddy got to experience it. Either we don't have big enough diapers or our kid has some digestion issues. Either way, hopefully this first (and second) won't be a third anytime soon.

Other dramatic (drumroll please) firsts in the life of Bjorn, Mama and Daddy:

*First time Mama took a shower with no one watching Bjorn but the Dog. I was so scared something would happen to him, I'm not sure the water had even touched me before I jumped out and declared myself clean! (I don't know what I thought would happen - did I think my 5 week old would jump out his bassinet/crib, try to fry an egg on the stove and burn himself??) But a girl's gotta be able to sing at least one entire Britney song in the shower, so I made myself get in there and get clean. Since Bjorn came through completely unscathed (and with a much-happier and prettier-smelling Mama), I've made it a daily thing. No more getting up thisearly to wash off before Daddy leaves for work - I just feed Bjorn, swaddle him, and send him off for a mid-morning nap. Britney is alive and loud in this shower!

*First time Bjorn slept in his crib. See, our little Bjornio is very lucky. In addition to the gorgeous crib in his nursery, he also has a small travel crib he sleeps in in our room every night. Like a bassinet. Every morning, we roll this little travel crib into the living area and Bjorn naps among the daily noise and fuss of the rest of us. But this week I have started to transition him to his real crib for some of the naptimes - you know, the crib in the nursery he rarely uses. Surprisingly, I have more problems with it than he does. He doesn't know any different - it's a bed and he's comfortable. What more could he want? Since he is sleeping about 6-7 hours a night and only waking once to be fed, this might be a good time to put him to bed there, too. But I think Mama as to be just as ready as Bjorn for this, and I'm not sure I can have him all the way across my house yet. . . .