tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60851139131535648962024-02-19T04:23:37.347-06:00winging it: dillon family lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-47370748501729533482015-05-26T22:27:00.000-05:002015-05-26T22:42:18.632-05:00Around here lately: "Uh oh!" and "'Ananas"Hi friends. Sorry for the radio silence, but toddlers are tiring. Our little guy is on the move from the moment he wakes up and we are loving this age!<br />
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Miles started walking more than he crawled at about 13.5 months and is currently OBSESSED with books. Obviously, this thrills me, since one of my big fears is that he'll grow up hating to read. We watch him toddle into his room and come back with a book (usually one of his four favorites) that we will proceed to read over and over. His shelves look like a wreck most of the time, but I don't care, and always want him to feel like he can read whenever he wants.<br />
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Little guy is also thrilled by how quickly he can move! He still falls occasionally, but has generally mastered standing without pulling up and turning around. He is already trying to run, and I find myself missing my chubby little infant and tearing up when I notice how much he's grown up lately.<br />
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Another big development is speech - finally! Just when I was starting to worry a little bit, Miles started repeating things we say and now proclaims "UH ohhhh" when something falls (or there's a loud clap of thunder) and asks us for "anana?" when he sees the bananas on the bar. He points to pictures of Dada and Mama on the wall, and clearly comprehends lots of instructions and questions. If I had to guess, I'd say that he probably understands about 15 words (nouns) right now and is starting to vocalize them and use his sign language more. He signs "please", "more", and "all done" but still rarely waves. He also knows where to go for a diaper, and where he takes a bath, and that the front door leads out to the driveway where we walk around.<br />
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I think my favorite part of the toddler age are the hugs and kisses. He just makes my heart melt when he walks over and gives me a very loud "mwa" on the cheek and hugs my neck or my legs. He will also kiss his stuffed puppy dog, and blow kisses to other people.<br />
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It has also become evident that Miles is finally old enough to really enjoy activities like going to the aquarium and not just hang out in the stroller. This kid was yelling and pointing and happily splashing in the water and now I can't wait to introduce him to more local sights like the zoo, and watch him navigate the park like a big boy. Miles is also really fond of certain toys, and loves to bang with his toy hammer and push his cars down the ramp. He is starting to latch on to a stuffed dog of mine (now his) likes wearing his Cardinals cap or Rangers batting helmet. We also blew up his new wading pool and, as expected, he looooves it (to the point where he cries when he sees it in the garage and we say that we're not swimming today).<br />
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This month we also took a quick trip to Houston to visit Nick's family and attend his mom's retirement reception. Miles was the co-star, and happily added his own (loud) points to the Principal's speech and then explored the library and tried to pull all the books off the shelves.<br />
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I'll post more pictures from the big camera soon, but wanted to document all of these fun new changes before I forget!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-50610743812829618522015-04-16T21:22:00.000-05:002015-04-16T22:25:07.223-05:00A trip to the Bluebonnets... and the DentistThe last week has been pretty busy for Miles - we drove all the way out to Wylie on Saturday so we could take the quintessential Texas bluebonnet pictures with his friends John and Drew.<br />
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It all started off fine, but we were late leaving our house because Miles was napping, so he didn't get to get out of the car once we arrived because everyone was leaving to go to the flowers. This was obviously the end of the world, and someone threw such a crying fit that he threw up. Thankfully, I had many outfit options for him but the cleanup was rough.<br />
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However, I learned that we should have paid the extra $100 for the Chicco NextFit with the cover that zips off, and that my kid looks uber serious in 98% of all photos. These are the best out of dozens where he looks like he does not like flowers at all.<br />
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Then, on Monday, Miles had his first dental appointment. His pediatrician recommends that kids get an exam after they turn one, so we went to see Dr. Carla before school. She said Miles has way more teeth than most kids his age (he has four on the front top and bottom, plus four 12 month molars) and also a pretty pronounced overbite. Hopefully he doesn't need as much orthodontic work as I did!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-45497219781814971822015-04-12T22:37:00.000-05:002015-04-12T22:37:15.347-05:001 year old!Miles turned one on March 18th, and it's been quite an eventful few weeks! Our little guy is all over the place - even more so than before. His personality continues to develop, and it is clear that our boy likes to make people laugh, is happy to sit and figure out how things work, and can be very stubborn (I know this is shocking news to everyone)!<br />
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Favorite things: Playing with doors, throwing his food, unstacking blocks, pushing his cars around, splashing at his water table, pushing his pre-walker toys, holding out things for Maggie to take from his hand (apparently hilarious)<br />
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Favorite new foods: Waffles, fruit snacks/strips, venison sausage, french fries (oops), grapes<br />
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New tricks: Climbing, going without the paci (save for the rare instances when he's fighting a nap), drinking whole milk from sippy cups and straws, yelling what we are 90% sure is "I did it" when achieves something like putting toys in a box or setting a car down a ramp<br />
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We had a great time at Miles' birthday party at our house - I am always pleasantly surprised at how many sweet friends and family members are quick to come celebrate with us (all the way out here in Irving). Miles was given so many generous gifts, and really enjoyed the cake!<br />
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Here are entirely too many pictures of the occasion:<br />
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This year has gone by so fast, and I can't believe how different life has become in 365 days. Here's hoping the next year brings us as much joy, and more sleep!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-640682660657206682015-03-16T22:29:00.002-05:002015-03-16T22:50:02.568-05:0011 months old... written two days before turning 1!Miles will be one on Wednesday. That seems so hard to believe, and this year has gone by faster than I ever imagined. So before it's too late, here is an overview of Miles' life this past month.<br />
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<b>Favorite Things:</b> Playing with cabinets until we ruined everything, pushing his walker, playing with cars, the copycat game (shakes his head and makes noises to mimic us), petting Maggie, watching Maggie pop bubbles, rearranging our chairs.<br />
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<b>Favorite Foods:</b> Peas, tamales, ravioli, fig newtons, puffs, fruit puree pouches, clementines, whatever we are eating.<br />
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<b>Milestones:</b> Outgrew most 12 month clothes, no more infant carseat, getting molars, had an awful ear infection that would not go away without lots of medicine, started using more sign language ("more" and "please") and shaking his head no, starting to go without pacifier at night.<br />
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11 months has been such a fun age. We love Miles' silly personality so much! He often does things that he clearly thinks are hilarious, and his giggles and cackles are infectious. He is usually a happy kid and content to run errands with us and play with toys, but we do get the occasional body flailing tantrum when he's not allowed to do something important like lay in the dog bed (yes, still a goal), play in the toilet, or chew on our furniture.</div>
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Like the rest of the kids in Dallas, he enjoyed a couple of snow days and wasn't too impressed by all the white stuff. He was more concerned with why he was wearing so many clothes.</div>
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And other times, he's just silly...<br />
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Or skeptical of chipotle black bean patties (now he's a fan)...<br />
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This Saturday we'll be celebrating with a party, so I hope to post an update next week!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-27421083276006115572015-02-01T12:28:00.000-06:002015-02-01T12:28:36.706-06:0010 months old!Miles turned 10 months old on January 18th, and the tardiness of this post is indicative of how busy life is with a fast-crawling, cruising, into-everything baby. Miles definitely keeps us on our toes, and continues to be an active, happy kid.<br />
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At 10 months, his goals include: opening and closing all the doors in our house, laying in the dog beds, eating pieces of leaves that get tracked inside, getting his hands on the laptop cords, chewing on our tabletops, and playing in the dog's water. It's very upsetting to him that most of these activities are not allowed. <br />
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Miles continues to be very mobile - he crawls really fast, pulls up on everything (even our legs and Maggie) and has accidentally stood on his own for a few seconds. Right now he's getting better at cruising around the furniture, and loves pushing his dinosaur walker or my stepstool (pictured above). I'm not in a rush for him to walk and wreak more havoc on our house, but I'm proud of him, and think he'll figure it out soon.<br />
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Unfortunately, the past two weeks have been pretty rough since Miles got sick and ran fever for the first time. He had an ear infection in his right ear, and after removing an astonishing amount of impacted wax, started a course of amoxicillin. Things went downhill from there, as it turns out he is allergic to it (and likely penicillin) and developed tummy issues and a crazy red rash. Now he's on a new medicine and the ear is healed, but he spent 3 days at home this week due to some sort of virus that caused him to run fever from 99 - 103.8 degrees. Thankfully, he seems to be over it and has been fever free since yesterday afternoon, but we were sad to miss his buddy John's birthday party.<br />
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Things have gotten a bit difficult on the food front lately, since Miles had to be on a pretty starchy diet while on the antibiotics and a lot of our staple foods are off limits until his tummy is back to normal. He's very moody at mealtime, and has started throwing food and wants to feed himself but gets frustrated when it doesn't go well. He still prefers to try what we're eating (except bread - I think the texture confuses him) and drink from his straw cup. <br />
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This month also brought work trips for both me and Nick, so it's been a bit more hectic than usual. I am always grateful that Nick and I are equal partners in childcare, but I <i>really</i> appreciate him when he's away and I'm trying to make food, bathe Miles, feed myself, and play during the evening. Thankfully, Miles' best friend Maggie is here to help out... and eat the food he rejects. (Now she has to go outside or to her bed during dinner because we don't want this to be a trend)</div>
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<i>Thanks for my awesome hat, Aunt Carly!</i></div>
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A recent achievement/challenge for Miles has been learning to put himself to sleep. Bedtime had gone from an easy ten minutes, to a thirty minute affair full of whining. We have finally started routinely putting Miles in his crib awake and now he's pretty good about going to sleep on his own after a few minutes of flopping around his bed. He still goes to bed a little later than most babies (8:30) but sleeps all night until 7:30 most mornings and sometimes even later if we let him. It isn't typical, but it works for us, and gives us time together in the evenings after work so we're happy. Unfortunately, he remains a crappy daycare napper, and sometimes comes home having only slept for 45 minutes all day. Hopefully he outgrows this phase soon.</div>
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Another fun change is that Miles really plays with his toys now instead of just watching us with them or exploring the textures. He figured out how to send balls down his corkscrew slide toy (a favorite) and likes to spin the beads and other movable pieces on his Zany Zoo cube. He also crawls around pushing his little cars, and throws balls so he can chase them (basically playing fetch with himself).</div>
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Miles Dillon is 9 months (and 2 weeks) old, and those are the best pictures I could get because this kid is all over the place! Our little photo shoot mostly looked like this: <br />
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Mobility is pretty much his biggest achievement lately, and Miles takes great joy in quickly crawling around the house babbling to us and the dog, stopping to pull up on all furniture and against doors or walls. His primary goal is to join Maggie in the dog bed, and overturn the water bowl, but his mean parents never let him have any fun at all.<br />
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Other interests include: closing doors, trying to eat leaves that get tracked in from outside, feeding himself bite-sized pieces of whatever we are eating, petting Maggie, throwing his cup on the floor, removing his socks, clapping his hands, playing with musical toys or anything with pieces that move.<br />
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Miles had his 9 month check-up on December 18th, and weighed in at just over 22 pounds (74%) and 28.5 inches long (58%). His pediatrician is pleased with all of his new skills, which are right on track for his age, and said to keep feeding him table food and start moving away from purees. <br />
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We're glad to have found a doctor who is against "kid food" are looking forward to teaching Miles to love a variety of flavors - except the nuts and shellfish that he can't have until he's older. Even though there's a new one published every time you turn around, I'm enjoying books and articles detailing how the French teach their children to accept foods that Americans assume they will not like. Here's hoping we can raise an adventurous eater!<br />
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December also brought our annual Christmas road trip, and lots of time with our families. We exchanged gifts among the three of us on Christmas Eve before we left for Houston, and Miles loves his new activity cube. He plays with it every day and especially likes closing all the little doors and spinning the beads. Nick got some shirts, some records, an Xbox game, and grapefruit vodka. I was happy to get some clothes, and some art prints that I plan to hang in our long-neglected master bedroom. We decided not to shower Miles with gifts this year, not because he isn't the best baby ever, but because he'll be turning 1 in just 3 months (sob!) and simply does not need lots of new stuff. Santa brought him a couple of cool books to Grandma and Grandpa's house, and I think everyone else liked <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dog-Matthew-Van-Fleet/dp/1416941371/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1420321304&sr=1-3&keywords=dog+baby">the Dog book</a> as much as he does! (Highly recommend it for kids his age and a little older)<br />
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On Saturday, we headed back to Dallas and went to my Aunt Monica's house for Christmas with the Moutons. We were pretty tired and didn't take many pictures, but Miles had more fun with my aunts, uncle and cousins and received even more fun toys and books!</div>
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By the time New Year's Eve rolled around, we were all pretty tired and just enjoyed some time at home for the weekend (still in progress). We can't wait to see everyone again soon, but are hoping for some visitors in Dallas!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-17922826803741034822014-12-15T22:26:00.000-06:002014-12-15T22:39:32.875-06:00Southpaw, and other observations.When I started this blog, I had grand intentions to record all the little moments we enjoy with Miles and not just a monthly update and picture dump. It's too bad the whole working mother of an infant situation left me with less free time than I thought I'd have (what was I thinking?), but now that the cuteness is so extreme and our days are so busy, I need to make time for posts like this.<br />
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Enjoy the randomness - I hope Miles will, too, one day.<br />
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As of right now, one week shy of 9 months, we think Miles might be left handed. He uses both hands, of course, but tends to feed himself and hold his cup in his left hand. When I place toys in front of him, he typically grabs with the left, and transfers small things to that hand. Perhaps he'll grow up to be like his Aunt Carly and we'll just buy special scissors.<br />
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<b>What does Miles eat?</b><br />
What doesn't Miles eat? After about eight weeks of being careful, we determined that Miles doesn't seem to have food allergies so we declared it semi-open season and started feeding him a wider variety of foods. We want him to be accustomed to strong flavors and not rely on fruit-laced dishes (or combos of cheese and carbs), so we got to work mixing our own purees (By "we" I really mean Nick 80% of the time) and sharing what we're having, so long as it doesn't have nuts or too much spice. It turns out that Miles likes to eat:<br />
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- Mexican flavors like cumin and onion powder, especially with black beans and chicken or beef<br />
- Yellow curry powder with his veggie and white bean puree<br />
- Yogurt and smoothies<br />
- All fruits, to the point where we sometimes have to avoid sweet things for a day so he'll eat dinner<br />
- Everything he tried at Thanksgiving!<br />
- Whatever we're having, if he can get it in his mouth<br />
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You can tell when he likes something because he'll go "Mmmm!" and kick his feet. And when he's not yet a fan, he'll eat anyway if you let him take lots of water breaks. It's also funny to see that he's sometimes confused by his cups - he doesn't get that you don't need to tilt a straw cup, and gets frustrated when he's not getting much water.<br />
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<b>Turkey legs</b><br />
Today Miles' teacher asked if we could start sending him to school in sweatpants because some of his other pants are so tight around the thighs that it's impeding his crawling and pulling up. I wonder which parent he gets that from??<br />
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<b>Miles' First Christmas</b><br />
We're not going overboard on the holidays this year, but I wanted to get a picture of Miles and Santa. We did not have time to brave NorthPark, and the line at Bass Pro was 3 hours long, so I we went over to Grapevine Mills and waited about 15 minutes to takes photos with this perfectly good Kris Kringle. I didn't think Miles would cry, but I wasn't sure if he'd smile. We lucked out, and he wasn't scared, but pretty much kept that finger in his mouth the whole time. <br />
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<b>Pulling Up</b><br />
This past week, Miles has gone from occasionally pulling up to doing it all day long. He stands up around the ottoman, the couch, and his little activity table - happily looking around in pride. It's cute, but a little sad for me. My baby is growing up!<br />
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We continue to be so pleased by how well Maggie interacts with Miles. He loves to pet her and watch her run around, and she lets him touch her and lean on her without any sudden movements... while sometimes licking his hands and face. We're really looking forward to the day when Miles can run with her since that's pretty much her life's dream.<br />
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As for Charlie, well, he no longer steals baby toys and stealth poops in the nursery, and basically acts like Miles isn't there most of the time. Progress!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-76211379089841220972014-12-03T22:40:00.002-06:002014-12-03T22:40:41.947-06:008 months old!As promised, here's Miles' 8 month update - almost on time!!<br />
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8 months has been another fun time for Miles, and he continues to be more mobile each week. We can no longer leave him on his blanket and expect to find him in roughly the same spot when we come back. In the time it takes to get some water in the kitchen, he can end up under the dining table!<br />
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He army crawls pretty fast (tummy isn't off the ground) and is very determined to get his toys and check out all extension cords and bits of lint that he can get his hands on. He is becoming more interested in his toys and how things work, but his blocks and piano are still the favorites.<br />
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A few weeks ago I was putting away laundry and put Miles in his crib to watch his musical Nemo toy so he'd be safe while I went in and out of the garage. I came back to find this:<br />
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He can't get himself to sitting up from laying down yet, so we're not worried about climbing out, but he LOVES to pull up whenever he can and trying to walk while he hold his hands. I wish time would just stop sometimes - he's getting so big so fast!<br />
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Miles also experienced his first Thanksgiving, and spent time with both the Dillons and Fergusons. He ate turkey, cranberries, stuffing, cheesy rice, yams... and pie. And loved pretty much all of it!<br />
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A sweet neighbor of Grandma and Grandpa Dillon gave him a cool car to ride in, too. We didn't have room in the car to bring it home, but hopefully soon!<br />
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We also took a few family pictures at my Uncle Kelley's house, and Miles got to see even more family:<br />
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So far it's been a great month, and we're looking forward to celebrating Christmas with out little guy. I'm sure he's going to love all the wrapping paper.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-34140093082935842432014-12-02T22:44:00.003-06:002014-12-02T22:44:42.770-06:007 months old! (In October)Once again, I am dreadfully late with the monthly update, but I finally got around to creating Miles' 7 month picture! Here's how he looked in mid-October:<br />
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We love our happy little guy so much, and 7 months was a fun time at our house. He started to become (a bit) mobile, cut both of his top front teeth, and continued to eat pretty much every food we put in front of him - both pureed and soft solids. He mastered the sippy cup, figured out some of his more advanced toys, and continues to laugh at us and himself.<br />
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I took my first work trip away from Miles in mid-October, and he had a great few days with Grandma while Nick attended a company conference at the same time (of course, that's how things work out for us). I missed him, but I have had some great opportunities at work this year and was glad that he got to spend some quality time with Nick's mom, Diane.<br />
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We also enjoyed a food festival in Irving, and a visit from my parents. Miles took his first trip to Cabela's, and will be camping with Dad in no time.<br />
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Halloween was pretty uneventful - we thought it would be tacky to show up with a baby who can't walk or eat candy, so Miles helped us hand out candy to our meager stream of trick or treaters and wore his skeleton sleeper to school. Then he promptly outgrew it.<br />
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The next day, we had our annual Fry-Day party, and had a great time with our friends. We were able to get almost all of the little boys in our friend group on the same sofa at the same time for a photo - we hope they'll be able to recreate it every year.<br />
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I'll be writing up Miles' 8 month post soon, I promise. We have the picture and everything! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-49392851886486540032014-09-28T22:32:00.002-05:002014-09-28T22:32:33.095-05:006 months old!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our big, happy, boy is 6 months old! It feels like the fastest half year of my life, and sometimes I get sad that babyhood is whizzing by. Miles has turned into a jolly, smiley baby and we love him so much!<br />
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<i>At his 6 month appointment (pre-shots)</i></div>
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He sits up steadily, and is really interested in toys, what Nick and I are doing, and his best bud Maggie. He has great mobility for his age, rolls all over the place, and tries real hard to crawl. He doesn't quite have the coordination to be on his knees and his hands at the same time, but will probably get there soon. (Yay? Not looking forward to babyproofing.)<br />
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<i> She came to lay by him, and decided to stay... he's learning not to grab ears, I promise.</i></div>
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This week Miles learned to wave bye, but only if he's in the mood to do it. He's also eating lots of different purees, and we're looking forward to sharing our food with him soon. So far, he doesn't seem to have any allergies, and just needs practice with different textures.<br />
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Unfortunately, sleep has been inconsistent lately. Sometimes he'll go all night long without waking up, other nights we'll get up twice and reposition him and put the pacifier back in his mouth. Hopefully he'll get more uninterrupted rest when we install his padded crib bumpers and he can't hit the bars anymore (we have a mesh bumper right now).<br />
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We tried taking Miles to his first Texas Rangers game this month, but there was a pretty lengthy rain delay and we gave up until next season.<br />
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We're looking forward to move time with family this month, and will keep everyone posted as our guy keeps getting bigger!<br />
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<i>Meeting Miles' new friend, Hudson - I could not believe my baby used to be so tiny, too!</i></div>
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Miles turned 5 months old on August 18th and I forgot to take a picture for a few days, but I assure you he still looked like this:<br />
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I thought about changing his onesie, but then I left it because drool stains are part of our life these days. Miles has two teeth, and seems to be working on some more because saliva pours from his mouth all day. He goes through all 15 of his bibs each week!<br />
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At 5 months, Miles is a lot more confident and capable in his movements - he holds his own bottles now, rolls around happily in his pack n play (but only to the left - our son, Derek Zoolander, hasn't figured out the other direction yet), and is starting to work on sitting up. <br />
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He's grown a lot, and weighs 16 lbs 13 oz as of a doctor visit for a hacking cough on September 1st. I just packed up an alarming amount of outgrown clothes, and can't believe my little baby is so tall and chunky!<br />
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He's still cheerful and giggly, too :) <br />
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August also brought my first attempt at single parenting, when Nick
ended up being away for a week while attending a conference and his
grandma's funeral. I want to personally award medals to the ladies who
do this all the time - it was very hard! However, we made it through
and welcomed him home along with Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Andrea and
Uncle Max. And toys! <br />
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This month Miles also attended his first birthday party for his friend Emilia (hence the sharp overalls outfit above) and took another trip to St. Louis since we'd pre-paid for the trip long ago and couldn't get a refund. We were glad to spend more time with Grandpa Jones, and meet up with my sweet friend Tiffany and her husband Chris for brunch. <br />
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<i>[Side note: I highly recommend a sling like ours for flying and general errand running. It lets me have free hands, and the dude feels safe and happily looks around while we get stuff done. <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Bibetts?ref=ss_profile">This</a> is where I got mine.]</i><br />
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At 5 months Miles also got cleared to eat stage 1 baby foods, and it's been a hit! So far he's eaten green beans, pears, yellow squash, sweet potato, and apples. Sometimes we combine it with rice cereal, sometimes not, and he's been filling up on formula bottles and food to the degree that he has begun sleeping through the night most nights. It has been GLORIOUS! He goes to bed around 8:00-8:30 and wakes up around 7:00. We've also been working on putting him to bed while still awake so he can learn to fall asleep on his own, and he seems to be capable, since he sometimes puts himself back to sleep at night unless he's stuck in a corner of his crib. Fingers crossed he keeps this up and we can avoid any cry it out situations.<br />
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That's all, folks! Hopefully I can get back on schedule and bring you a 6 month update sometime in September. We'll see. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-64072074238322726682014-09-01T21:51:00.001-05:002014-09-01T21:51:31.077-05:004 Months Old! I think "better late than never" is becoming my new motto. It applies to birthday gifts, house projects, and now blogging. We've had a very busy month, and I'm sure this post won't do it justice, but here we go:<br />
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Miles turned 4 months old on July 18th, and on that weekend we went to visit my parents in Bryan to celebrate my dad's birthday, take some family photos at the A&M campus, and introduce Miles to his great grandmother. He was already rolling over by then, albeit unsteadily, and has since become a pro. <br />
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Dr. Tran said we could start him on rice cereal, and little pig loves it, and almost immediately began sleeping for longer stretches at night! Hallelujah!<br />
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I think Miles' little personality really started to take shape in his fourth month - once his colic cleared up and he was able to sleep better (on his side and tummy) he became a different kid. He's now the jolliest little boy I know - usually smiling, laughing at me and Nick, and happily rolling around on the floor with his toys. He's clearly one of the favorites at daycare - we walk down the hall and people I don't know all stop to greet him.<br />
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Miles also ended up taking his first airplane trip to St. Louis during his fourth month. It wasn't a happy reason, but we ended up having a wonderful weekend saying goodbye to Nick's grandmother before she passed away and we are so glad that Miles was a bright spot in her final days. He laid in her hospital bed and laughed and kicked and made the circumstances a bit more cheerful. We will miss Grandma Jones very much.<br />
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Finally, just before he turned 5 months old, Mr. Miles got his first tooth on August 9th! His second one appeared a few days later, and now he has a set on the bottom and it's adorable. But they're sharp! (I don't have a good tooth picture so you'll just need to believe me)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-43188059294194817652014-07-10T19:22:00.000-05:002014-07-10T22:05:27.074-05:003 Months Old!Yeah, yeah... this post is a few weeks late. But the picture is from Miles' three month birthday!<br />
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As you might guess from the tardiness of this post, we've been busy. Our little dude is more and more animated each week, and returning to work means that our evenings are a bit more hectic and any free time is spent playing with him before bedtime or trying to catch up on our shows and lives in general.<br />
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Miles ended up having a 3 month-ish doctor appointment because Nick and I noticed that he suddenly lost weight at the beginning of June. He went from filling out his pants and onesies to swimming in them, and we had to increase the amount of milk in his bottles and begin supplementing with formula. A week later, he'd gained back most of what he lost and weighed in at 12 lbs 4 oz (25th percentile) and grew another half inch to be 25 inches long (77th percentile!) It appears we have a tall, skinny baby who was going through a growth spurt and not getting enough calories. Now that he drinks 35+ oz per day (!!!) he seems to be growing just fine!<br />
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<li>Miles now enjoys playing with toys, and goes to town batting and grabbing the animals that hang from his activity gym or bouncer seat. He also loves kicking a little piano that we're borrowing from his friend John, and I purchased a jumperoo from Craigslist that is a huge hit. So basically, our house is starting to have the sort of gaudy, loud plastic things that make my stomach turn but they make him happy so I am dealing with it. </li>
<li>As much as it scared me at first, it's evident that Miles is turning out to be a side/tummy sleeper and flops all over his bed like a little fish. He has no trouble returning to his back (and often does at some point during the night) or keeping his face uncovered, so we're just going to go with it. We successfully weaned him from his swaddle blankets, as well as his transitional sleep suit, and he now goes down with just his jammies and a little blanket or sleep sack. This was not fun.</li>
<li>Our little guy is also pretty proficient at rolling around on the floor, and easily goes from front to back while covering some ground in the process. Earlier this week I went to get a glass of water in the kitchen and came back to find him under our coffee table next to a very concerned dog.</li>
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I started back to work on June 3rd, and fell right back into my job as though I never left, except that now I have to walk away at 5:00ish and not check email on my phone or figure out ways to extend my day. It's pretty nice, but hard to get everything done! I definitely miss Miles, and sometimes the evenings fly by and I feel like we didn't get much time together, but we really like his daycare and he has a good time there with the other babies and his sweet teachers. He gives them big smiles in the morning, and gets to experience so many fun activities while I'm at work. Right now we're pleased with our choice, but will keep evaluating things as he gets older.<br />
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<i>Loves this ball, but hates that it won't fit in his mouth</i></div>
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<i>Sleepy little Ranger</i></div>
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I cannot believe that, as I type this, my child is almost 10 weeks old! The time has flown by, and although his 2 month doctor appointment got pushed back to 5/28, I wanted to go ahead and share Mr. Miles' monthly update before it's time for the next one.<br />
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We've come a long way in the past month, and the best way to describe it is that Miles is more of a person than just a baby now. He recognizes us and interacts with us, and feels comfort when we snuggle him when before he seemed to see us as caretaker #2 and the milk machine. He thinks that we're pretty hilarious, too, and hearing that little laugh-squawk when we play is pretty much the best thing ever. He is still what the books call a "spirited baby", which basically means he is easily pissed off. We're much more equipped to deal with it now, and the fits are not as long or frequent, but heaven forbid someone hold him in a way that he doesn't like, stop the car at a red light, or interrupt his feeding for a burp!<br />
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I'm not sure what he weighs now, but he's definitely getting heavy and building some baby fat rolls on his little thighs and arms. He remains tall for his age, and has long outgrown his newborn onesies and sleepers. He is still (barely) skinny enough for the pants and shorts, though, and most 0-3 month clothes are pretty loose around the middle. When people see him for the first time, they usually say that he's long and really good at holding up his own head. We walk and bounce around all the time, and he rarely loses control of it now. The only thing he may not be on track with is picking it up like a turtle during tummy time - instead he looks to the sides or sucks his fingers and frowns at us. <br />
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<li>The books and apps say that Miles should be starting to learn his name soon, and we should use it all the time. We're trying to get better about that so he doesn't think his name is Buddy or Doodle Bug. Right now he still doesn't seem to know that "Miles" is him.</li>
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<li>He is starting to do more tracking of sounds and objects when they're outside of his field of vision, but especially if the object in question is me or Nick. He notices the dogs sometimes, but they aren't yet fascinating to him.</li>
<li>Nap time has become a daily struggle for me. He takes a pretty predictable morning nap (I like to say it's between first and second breakfast) but the afternoon and evening naps that babies his age need are not consistent. This child fights going to sleep, and gets fussier and louder as the hours pass. I've found that swaddling and rocking in his dark bedroom often works, but the transfer to his cosleeper often results in two bright brown eyes staring into the baby monitor within 10 minutes. That's why I spend so much time in the recliner in Miles' room, and am really up to date on Facebook and the Huffington Post. Do any of you parents have sleep training tips? I think we're getting to that point, and he needs to be able to fall asleep on a mattress. </li>
<li>Night time has gotten better since last month, and now he wakes up around 3 to 3:30 for a 20 minute feeding and then again between 6 and 7. We've been trying to make bedtime happen around 8-9pm as opposed to 10:45, and it has been a struggle resulting in an extra night feed around 1:00 and a really sleepy mama. I am considering waking him up for a "dream feed" before I go to sleep, but I'm scared that I'll end up with a fit on my hands instead. </li>
<li>June 3rd will be Miles' first day at Miss Bloomingdale's Academy in Las Colinas. I go back to work in the mornings for two weeks, and he'll start going full time on June 16th. I am REALLY worried about how he's going to adjust, and have definitely cried some tears already when I think of him wondering where we are or being unable to fall asleep in a room that's not dark with white noise. However, my good friend's son is already in the infant room there and we've heard nothing but good things, so I know he'll be in good hands and in the end will probably get a lot more stimulation than he would at home with me. I do miss my work, and still find being at home all day to be very very tough. </li>
<li>Because I don't like sitting at home, we go run errands around town just to get out of the house, and it usually goes pretty well now that I quit caring about what people will think if my baby cries for a minute. Sometimes we have to abort the mission and go home, but usually I can time it to where the car ride lulls him to sleep or he will ride in his ring sling or Baby Bjorn carrier and look around.</li>
<li>On that note, I am trying to train Miles to get used to being worn since he hates his carseat if he is awake and it is not moving vigorously. We have a ring sling and a Baby Bjorn carrier that he will tolerate, and I'm hopeful that we can forgo the stroller/carseat combo more often.</li>
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<li>Miles is also starting to take notice of his toys, and changing diapers often turns into play time. His favorite thing is his teddy bear, whom I've named Mr. Beans, and he likes to feel how soft the fur is and for it to "boop" his nose and cheeks . He also likes his big dragonfly with crazy wings and a smiling face, a string of plastic rings in bright colors, and the animals that hang from his activity gym. His other favorite games are peekaboo with Daddy (he doesn't seem to care if I do it) and what we call Airplane Baby where he "flies" around the house like Superman. He also enjoys the baby in the mirror in his room.</li>
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Mr. Miles turned 1 month old on Friday, and he is such a different baby than the one we brought home! He's still extremely alert, and insists on being held so that he can see the room and everyone in it. He holds his head up way more than expected, and is a milk drinking machine! We love seeing him have a fun time on his play mat, and make happy squawking noises at us and the ceiling fan.<br />
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Miles is also a healthy, growing boy! His pediatrician visits have gone well, and the doctor is very pleased with the rate that he is gaining weight and length. He's gained two pounds since leaving the hospital 4 weeks ago, and has already outgrown most of his newborn clothes. He is in the 70th percentile for height, but only 40th for weight so he's shaping up to be a long and lean baby (so far).<br />
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It hasn't been an easy month, though, and we never know if we're going to have a good night with 1-2 quick feedings or spend 90 minutes trying to feed and calm an angry infant at 3am. He can be very gassy and difficult to soothe, and requires lots of bouncing and constant movement when he's unhappy - no cuddling on the sofa for us! It seems like some days we spend most of his awake time trying to get him to stop crying and go back to sleep. However, things seem to be getting better and we're looking forward to the weeks ahead when everyone insists that it gets easier.<br />
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We've had lots of visitors this month, and Nick and I are super grateful for all the help and food. We'd be eating a lot more sandwiches if not for our wonderful family and friends!<br />
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Some more tidbits about Miles at 1 month:<br />
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<li>He can go from furious to smiling in the same minute. When upset, he straightens his body like a board or furiously kicks whoever is holding him -- not fun for a Mama with a c-section scar.</li>
<li>Speaking of kicking, it's pretty much his favorite thing to do. He likes to lay on his back and kick his legs really fast and laugh, which never gets old to watch! However, he's not a huge fan of tummy time and never makes it more than 3-5 minutes before throwing a fit. Admittedly, we've not been the best about enforcing the 30 minute per day goal because the resulting fits can go on for over half an hour and it's not worth it. He doesn't spend much time at all on his back aside from sleeping, so we'll keep working on it but he's not in danger of getting a flat head.</li>
<li>This kid can chug a bottle, and we've had to switch to a slower flow nipple to keep him from drinking all the milk in 2 minutes (he drinks a bottle of pumped milk at night to save time and let Nick help out)</li>
<li>Miles is obsessed with his hands, but whacks himself in the face a lot. He can escape from every swaddle blanket we've tried, and at this point we will happily pay for a real baby-sized straight jacket to keep him from waking himself up so much. (If this is not yet available, I will invent it and give it a stupid name like the Cozy Pod)</li>
<li>Maggie has been a wonderful big sister, and wants to know where the baby is at all times. She sits by his bassinet and makes sure that nobody steals him while we eat dinner and keeps me company during night feedings. Charlie, on the other hand, is not adjusting well. We aren't sure that he realizes that Miles is a person and not a toy that Nick and I are not sharing, but he has snapped at him (not aggressively, it's odd) and is not allowed near the baby. We aren't sure what to do, but will be consulting a trainer soon.</li>
<li>Nick is an amazing baby soother, and Miles loves to lay on his lap and sway. It is apparently not the same at all when I do it, and my attempts are unacceptable and deserving of an angry kick to the belly. </li>
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Hopefully I can manage 11 more posts like this one, so we'll have content for a baby book one day! <br />
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P.S. If you have an Apple device and want to be added to my Miles photo stream, just let me know. I try to keep the picture sharing on Facebook to a minimum so as not to be "that lady" cluttering up everyone's feed. (You need to have iOS 7 installed to receive the invitation)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-77985007917204808202014-04-12T16:49:00.000-05:002014-04-12T16:49:02.816-05:00Miles the Model: Newborn Photo SessionWhen he was 8 days old, my sweet friend Maryam came over to photograph Miles. I'm so in love with these pictures, and wanted to share a few of my favorites:<br />
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<i> This cradle was made by my late Papa Curtis - I'm so thankful that we still have it</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-66401757139855064692014-04-12T16:40:00.001-05:002014-04-12T16:40:20.235-05:0025 Days: Thoughts on MotherhoodI wanted to share some of the things running around my head after 25
days in the trenches. I think some of you may relate, or have advice to
share, or just appreciate a peek into what it's like after one of the
biggest life changes we'll ever experience:<br />
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<li>For those who don't know, Baby Miles ended up being a c-section
delivery after 13 hours of labor that stopped progressing. He was stuck
and not able to "drop" like he needed to, and despite lots of pitocin,
my body basically said "eff this" and stopped having strong
contractions. If this had been olden times, one or both of us likely
wouldn't have made it, which is really strange to think about.</li>
<li>I was terrified of a c-section delivery, and it ended up being
fine. No pain, and about 25 minutes from start to finish. The recovery
is no party, don't be mistaken, but it's not the ordeal I was
envisioning after reading scary blog posts from people who are either
really dramatic, or perhaps facing some unusual circumstances. So, if
you end up in my shoes, don't freak out. That said, it is major
abdominal surgery and perhaps the only kind that you don't get to fully
relax after having. Take advantage of all offers of help, and don't
feel bad about leaning on your partner or family to do all housework and
fetch you things as you recline on the sofa and let your body recover.
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<li>I had no idea what sleep deprivation was like until now. We live in
3-4 hour increments between feedings, and my nighttime sleep comes in a
series of 2-3 hour naps. I am slowly getting more used to it, but I'd
say that 90% of the time I could lay down and fall asleep if given the
option.</li>
<li>Up until the end of last week, I'd say I definitely had a bad case
of the baby blues. I was constantly on the verge of tears, and felt
totally overwhelmed by breastfeeding and learning to soothe a crying
baby. Now that my hormones have leveled out a bit and we've started
going on walks and venturing out for short trips to places not packed
with people, I feel so much better. </li>
<li>In other news, a used copy of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/?_encoding=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&hvadid=35230925761&hvdev=c&hvexid=&hvnetw=g&hvpone=&hvpos=1t1&hvptwo=&hvqmt=b&hvrand=17041307389854431005&index=aps&keywords=the%20happiest%20baby%20on%20block&linkCode=ur2&ref=pd_sl_1uuu5f5yu4_b&tag=cardijunki-20">Happiest Baby on the Block</a> is the best $5 I spent preparing for this child. </li>
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<li>Probably one of the biggest adjustments for me has been being mostly
home bound. I often have no reason to get dressed, but make it a point
to put on fresh clothes and take a long bath or shower every day. I
know lots of moms go on about not bathing or changing clothes covered in
bodily fluids, but the old me is not dead and that is where I draw the
line. That said, I never thought I'd spend so much time in leggings,
cardigans, and nursing tanks. It was a big deal to finally put my
maternity skinny jeans back on this week:</li>
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<li>Yes, I'm back in maternity jeans (if I'm venturing out in public). I
don't look normal yet, and wasn't expecting to after 3.5 weeks, but am
anxious to see how many of these extra inches I'll need to burn off once
I'm allowed to exercise. Although I wasn't delusional, it's really
hard to come home with a body that doesn't look or feel like your own
when everything else in your life is different, too. However, this
little face is worth every stretch mark and extra pound:</li>
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<li>I was pretty up front about my dread when it came to breastfeeding,
and I'm sad to say it was totally warranted. I wanted to love it (and
during easy daytime feedings, I do) and was hoping it would come
naturally, but it's been an uphill battle for which I was only
semi-prepared. I think that hospitals and care providers walk a fine
line between scaring new mothers away from trying, and allowing them to
have unreal expectations when it comes to the level of work and skill
needed to be successful. I ended up somewhere in the middle - expecting
it to be hard but still shocked at how consuming it is. You see,
breastfeeding is a skill, and it has its own jargon and techniques that
you will quickly learn as you do it every 3-4 hours for weeks on end. I
probably think about how great it will be to quit at least 15 times per
day, especially since it forces me to be solely responsible for feeding
the baby unless I've pumped milk for my husband to offer in a bottle.
It's tough for a couple used to equal division of labor, especially when
one party is an emotional mess and accustomed to being good at things.
However, I'm going to give it another few weeks in hopes that we'll hit
our stride before I switch to pumping, and I'm proud that we're still
nursing exclusively and that Miles is growing like a weed.</li>
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Wow, that was a lot of thoughts! I'm sure I'll look back on
this post and laugh one day, but this is where my brain is at the moment. <br />
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Any advice for us, parents? <br />
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Although he was originally due on March 11th, Mr. Miles apparently enjoyed his accommodations and decided to stay put for another week until I was scheduled to be induced on the morning of March 18th. We were originally going to have him the day before, but too many people elected to have St. Patrick's Day babies and the hospital was full.</div>
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Nick and I left our house a little before 7am, and it was so strange to think that we'd come home as parents and trusted to care for a baby. We arrived at the hospital at 7:30, and rode up to the Labor & Delivery floor with Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo and his wife. She was far more dressed up for the occasion than I was, but Tony looked like he was about to go take a nap in his warmup suit and armload of pillows. Nick didn't recognize them, but when we arrived at the desk they were whisked away while we had to sign some forms. That was the last that Nick and I saw of them, but apparently their son was born across the hall a few hours before Miles. </div>
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Once we got settled in the labor room, I put on a stylish gown and met the nurse who'd be attending me that day. She began to set up my IV for pitocin, but it immediately began to go poorly since I have terrible veins in my arms. She ended up calling another nurse, and eventually the nurse anesthetist who wrapped my arm in hot towels in hopes of getting blood vessels to expand so they could get a tube in. 90 minutes later on the 8TH TRY (the last 4 without lidocaine), and 4 blown out arm veins, I got my IV. By this time, my doctor had come and gone, and she wouldn't be back until noon to break my water, so we got the drugs going and sat around waiting for something to happen.</div>
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The next few hours consisted of me reading magazines and watching TV while Nick sat in an uncomfortable recliner and my parents came in and out to visit. Definitely not like you see in movies. The nurse showed me that I must have a really high pain tolerance, because the contractions were getting strong and close together but I was only mildly uncomfortable. This was shocking to me, since I want to pass out when I stub my toe or cut my hand.</div>
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After lunch, my doctor returned and found that my body wasn't making any progress so she broke my water (OMG painful!) and increased the dosage on the pitocin. The next few hours were more uncomfortable than the morning, but I found that I could bear the pain if I breathed through it and focused on the Arrested Development episodes we were watching on Nick's computer. I didn't like the idea of being unable to walk to the bathroom, and never felt truly miserable, so I declined the epidural for the time being.</div>
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In the late afternoon, the nurse announced that I was still not making much progress towards 10cm and that Miles had yet to drop down as far as he needed to go for things to get moving. I realized that we were probably going to be there a lot longer, so I decided to go ahead and get the good drugs in hopes that it would speed things along. The epidural wasn't fun to receive, but it certainly wasn't painful and I was silly for waiting. The next few hours were spent laying on my side talking to my family, in no pain whatsoever.</div>
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Late in the evening, the nurses found that I still had not made any progress and had been at 4cm (out of 10) since early afternoon and my doctor planned to return at 9pm, but it looked like a c-section was likely because Miles' heart rate had been fluctuating all day and they thought he may be in a poor position. My doctor confirmed their suspicions, and I began freaking out because I had not really mentally prepared for the possibility of a cesarean birth. I think I asked for an explanation of what would happen from 3 different people, all of whom patiently explained it to me, and I was quickly prepped for the 25 minute surgery and wheeled to the operating room.</div>
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I got additional medicine through the epidural port in my back, and went completely numb from the waist down. I could feel pressure if someone touched me, but no pain from being pinched or poked - it was such an odd feeling! I am the sort of patient who asks ninety "is this normal?" questions, and proceeded to do that up until the big moment when my doctor announced that they were about to remove the baby.</div>
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Those thirty seconds felt really long, and all I wanted was to hear a cry and see my little boy. Then I heard him (he sounded sort of like a little goat) and the nurse held him up over the draping so I could see him for a second before he went to the little baby station/warmer about 5 feet to my left. There he was wiped down, and his nurse was busy sucking fluid from his nose and mouth for a few minutes while Nick looked on and I watched from the operating table until my neck muscles started to hurt. At this time, the doctors let me know that Miles had been face out, and turned toward my right hip bone in the womb, so there was little chance that traditional labor would have been successful. My day of contractions only succeeded in pushing his head into a space where it wasn't going to fit and he had a pretty epic cone head when they pulled him out.</div>
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Once an abnormally large amount of amniotic fluid was suctioned from his belly, my little guy was wrapped up and brought over to me so I could touch him with my hand that was not all tingly and give him a kiss while he laid on my chest for a few minutes. Best moment ever.</div>
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While the doctors finished putting me back together and discussed their favorite places to ski, Nick and Miles went back to our labor room and waited for me to get wheeled back. About 20 minutes later, I joined them and got to hold my baby and just stare at him, and he stared back at us. Then it was fun to see my parents get to hold him and fall in love, as well.</div>
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Around 12:30, we were brought upstairs to our postpartum room, and got settled in for what would be a few days of recovery. The nurses had me up and walking to the bathroom on my own late the next morning, and Miles and I began our struggle with breastfeeding and received visits from my mom, my sister, and my cousin Jaclyn. I was in a good bit of pain until we found the right mix of medicine that wouldn't make me throw up a bunch of water on my child (this happened - it wasn't fun) Our second night was pretty awful and screamy, and we didn't get much rest, but that
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On Thursday, we had a visit with my friend Leah and her son John (he is 40 days older than Miles) and had what seemed like 50 visits from various nurses and hospital staff needing signatures and verifications for eleventy billion things. It was really hard to get rest! Miles also ended up needing a procedure to suction even more amniotic fluid from his belly, since it was making him spit up all the milk he was getting and we were already having a hard time keeping him awake long enough to take in enough. However, I was feeling much better and our little guy started doing well that evening when I began pumping milk for him to drink from a syringe while we worked on our latching and positioning skills (tough to do with a c-section incision).<br />
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On Friday morning, we were cleared to go home, and set out for Irving and the next chapter of our lives!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-84174950776543040612014-03-26T12:23:00.002-05:002014-03-26T12:23:24.712-05:00Miles' Nursery is done!I know I've been promising nursery photos for a while, but it turns
out that photographing a room is a lot harder than it looks. Especially when you don't have time to edit the images
when you're done because a certain small person enjoys eating every
three hours and you like snuggling with him the rest of the time.<br />
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However,
Baby Miles is currently napping, so here are the best of the photos I
have. I hope Miles likes this room as much as we do!<br />
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The
room turned out pretty much exactly like I pictured it in my head, and I
think it will grow with Miles as he goes from baby to toddler to little
boy (I don't even want to think about that!)<br />
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In case you're interested, here's a list of where most everything came from (starting with top photo):<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.rugsusa.com/rugsusa/rugs/rugs-usa-hk99-trellis/grey/200HJHK99B-508.html">Rugs USA Homespun Trellis Rug</a> (wait for a sale!)</i></div>
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<i><a href="http://www.la-z-boy.com/Product/7472-9248/">La-Z-Boy Impulse Rocker</a></i></div>
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<i><a href="http://www.laylagrayce.com/Products/Argington-BamBam-White-Crib-Complete---Final-Sale__ARG44.aspx?gclid=CMHa1YCcobsCFWRk7AoduXoAkQ">Argington Bam Crib</a> (I bought mine used) </i></div>
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<i><a href="http://society6.com/product/tryypyzoyd_Pillow#25=193&18=126">Society6 Pillow</a></i></div>
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<i><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/marvel+retro+posters">Marvel Art Prints</a> (ours are 5"x7") </i><br />
<i><i>Nate Berkus for Target <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/CharmAndGumption">Wall Studs</a></i></i><br />
<i><i><i>Nate Berkus for Target <a href="http://rstyle.me/n/dppc8dxgw">Lamp Base</a></i> </i></i><br />
<i>Hey Y'all! print by Stephanie Creekmur <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/113251294/hey-yall-print-11-x-14-gold-foil?ref=sr_gallery_1&sref=sr_260365cdcf4e49615f2c7fb66ae0d68098f314887952edacf2e4da0d4b20d8cf_1395849864_14396833_hey_yall&sref2=MTEzMjUxMjk0%3AaGV5X3lhbGw.%3AMTQzOTY4MzM.%3AZ29sZCBmb2lsIGhleSB5J2FsbA..%3AdzA.%3AMTM5NTg0OTg2NA..%3AMjoxMzk1ODQ5ODY0Om15S1VIME8tMUlzT3VYc0ZGT1NjZDFNWkJoTGg6YVdWVFhPcGVjRFB6OVVxNnR0RjNUNFlERkJVZjozNTVhMThjOTY3ZWJlMjZhOTZmYzdiMzA2MDIyODhhMjlmZTliYWJi%3Afb0c061e42df6a664ad2c623f9e8c8af98395876&ga_search_query=gold+foil+hey+y%27all&ga_ship_to=US&ga_search_type=all&ga_view_type=gallery">via Etsy</a> </i><br />
<i>Threshold Grayson Grommet <a href="http://rstyle.me/n/g9262dxgw">Window Panel</a> (with blackout liner) </i><br />
<i>Green/white quilt made for me by my great-grandma in 1983</i><br />
<i>Sunburst mirror frame (the mirror broke) via Global Views warehouse sale </i><br />
<i>Ikea <a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/60249960/">Stockholm Mirror</a></i><br />
<i>Changing Pad Cover by <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/BLVD67">BLVD67 via Etsy</a></i><br />
<i>Vintage dresser via Craigslist, painted with <a href="http://www.olympic.com/color/paint-colors/mermaids-tail-a62-4">Olympic Mermaid's Tail</a> </i><br />
<i>American Folklore <a href="http://www.gallerydirect.com/art/product/william-gropper/william-groppers-map-of-america-1946">map print</a> by William Gropper, cut to fit collage frame from Target</i><br />
<i>Walnut toy chest made for me by my late Papa Lonnie</i><br />
<i>Elderly dachshund is vintage, find similar via <a href="http://www.atdr.org/">All Texas Dachshund Rescue</a> </i><br />
<i>Awesome pit/pointer/lab/mystery mix via <a href="http://www.spca.org/">SPCA Dallas</a> </i><br />
<i>Studded initial via Hobby Lobby</i><br />
<i>Texas A&M bunny via Build a Bear</i><br />
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And just for fun, here are a couple of photos from this week. I think my kid is pretty much the cutest ever! ;-)</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-69167169462315423352014-03-09T22:38:00.001-05:002014-03-09T22:38:55.313-05:00The Final Countdown!<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am officially tired of being pregnant. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Luckily, it's almost over! I will hit the 40 week milestone on Tuesday, and if Baby Dillon does not make an appearance on his own I will be induced early in the morning on the 18th (at 41 weeks). Since going to work wears me out, and sitting in a desk chair all day is uncomfortable, I decided to begin my maternity leave on the 11th and just enjoy any additional days off before things get crazy. I've got big plans for a pedicure, a movie and a big coke Icee, a new novel, and some naps - but if they get ruined by a tiny, screamy little boy, I'll be ok with that too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I've never taken more than two weeks off of work, so the prospect of being out of the office until June 9th (when I come back for a 20 hour week, then full time) is pretty exciting, although I know it will be far from relaxing. Thankfully, my company has been amazingly supportive and everyone is excited about the baby - I know I am very fortunate to work somewhere with great family-friendly benefits. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And since everyone asks, yes we finally finished the room! I haven't been able to photograph it properly yet, but you will all see it soon. I hope Baby Dillon enjoys spending at least a couple of years there (maybe more)!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Although I've done a terrible job of tracking everything, here's my final pregnancy questionnaire:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">How far along?</span></b><span style="font-size: small;"> <i>39 weeks, 5 days</i></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Total weight gain/loss:</b> <i>About 30 pounds, lots of it fluid in my feet and hands and legs. I even have swollen knees... it's not cute or comfortable. I basically wear Converse every day.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Sleep:</b> <i>Not great - my pillow fort helps a lot, but I still wake up a few times per night because I'm uncomfortable.</i><br /> <b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Best moment this week:</b> <i>Finally finishing the room, and feeling like we have most everything we need to bring a baby home. </i><br /> <b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Movement: </b><i>Lots of hard kicks to my upper abdomen, and poking on my right side (from an arm?)</i><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Symptoms: </b><i>I am so very tired, and I have pretty much all the usual pregnancy complaints. It's not fun anymore.</i><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Symptoms I DON'T have: </b><i>My belly button hasn't popped out, so that's cool I guess. </i><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Food cravings: </b>Nothing new, just really hungry all the time.</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Gender: </b><i>Boy!</i><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Labor Signs: </b><i>I have the occasional contraction, and was 2 cm dilated at my last appointment. Hopefully that results in a baby this week!</i><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Belly Button in or out? </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In! So glad it never popped - here's hoping it stays that way.</span></i><b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>What I miss: </b>Being comfortable and able to stand up easily<b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>Holding my baby and seeing what he looks like!<b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Weekly Wisdom: </b>I am trying to focus on how fortunate I am to have had a healthy, uneventful pregnancy rather than how much it sucks to be 9 months along. I decided it won't do me much good to be terrified of labor, so I'm going to trust that the hospital staff knows what to do and hopefully come through it (relatively) unscathed. I'd still like some prayers, though! </span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-11423738381970910562014-02-04T23:03:00.000-06:002014-02-04T23:06:13.238-06:0035 Weeks + The Home Stretch!<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It just occurred to me (when I was looking for my Amazon.com registry discount code) that we only have 35 days until my due date. Holy cow, that is not much time! I hit the 35 week mark today, and it's hard to believe that the squirmy little guy in my belly now weighs more than 5 pounds and is about 18 inches long!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">However, all that growth has meant that pregnancy is officially not fun anymore. I have one pair of jeans that fits me, and I wear a lot of maternity leggings along with a necklace containing my wedding rings that only fit 2 or 3 days per week. We've also not made nearly as much progress on the nursery as I feel that we should have, and if one more person asks me about it, I might cry. <i>(So please don't ask me about it)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Speaking of crying, I can go from normal to the verge of tears in about 10 seconds. Here are some reasons why I teared up this week:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Charlie is old and Baby Dillon probably won't remember him</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Roadkill is sad</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I love Charlie and Maggie a whole lot</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nick does so much for us and I love him too</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I have too much to do at work</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know much about newborns and everything I read is scary</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That Budweiser commercial with the horse and puppy was pretty heartwarming</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">However, this past week was pretty amazing because we had two wonderful baby showers! One was thrown by my sweet coworkers, and the other by my aunts and sister in law in Houston. Baby Dillon got so many generous gifts, and we are very blessed indeed.</span><br />
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<i>Nick's mom made this diaper trike and it's the cutest thing ever! (That monkey was Nick's)</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And now, the update:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>How far along?</b> <i>35 weeks (no photo yet)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b>Total weight gain/loss:</b> <i>About 25 pounds, but the last 5 arrived in just 10 days in the form of fluid and it is NOT.FUN.</i></span></div>
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<b>Sleep:</b> <i>I don't sleep as well anymore, and there's lots of changing position and trying to get comfortable (and waking Nick up)</i><br /> <b> </b><br />
<b>Best moment this week: </b>Seeing so many people excited to welcome Baby Dillon <br /> <b> </b><br />
<b>Movement: </b><i>Still kicking!</i><br /><b> </b><br />
<b>Symptoms: </b><i>Swollen hands, swollen feet, lots of ligament pain, sore muscles, heartburn...</i><br /><b> </b><br />
<b>Symptoms I DON'T have: </b><i>There could be more?</i><br /><b> </b><br />
<b>Food cravings: </b>I still like root beer and refrigerated clementines. And now chocolate!<b><br /> </b><br />
<b>Food aversions: </b><i>Someone was heating up fish at work today and I almost threw up.</i><b><br /> </b><br />
<b>Gender: </b><i>Boy!</i><b><br /> </b><br />
<b>Labor Signs: </b><i>No, thank goodness</i><b><br /> </b><br />
<b>Belly Button in or out? </b><i>Still in!</i><b> </b><br />
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<b>What I miss: </b><i>Sleeping on my stomach, my clothes, not being sore all the time</i><b><br /> </b><br />
<b>What I am looking forward to: </b><i>Not being pregnant! </i><b><br /> </b><br />
<b>Weekly Wisdom: </b><i>People on the internet really like sharing stories about how they overcame the horror of postpartum recovery and newborn care, but the majority of people seem to have no trouble and just keep it to themselves. I need to remember that!</i><b><br /></b></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-87864899038604188972014-01-06T22:12:00.002-06:002014-01-06T22:33:36.215-06:0031 Week Update!Oh hey, remember me? It's been a while... again. This time I will use Christmas as an excuse, and we had a wonderful holiday break.<br />
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Nick and I traveled south on our usual Christmas tour of Texas, and spent time with both sets of parents and siblings, and picked up our new Sequoia! Baby Dillon will be so safe, and we can fit all of our stuff, a baby, and two dogs in one vehicle! <br />
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We've also been hard at work preparing the nursery, although at this point we've mostly cleaned out the room and installed a closet system that made the most of the limited space we have to store baby gear. (<i>Aren't 1960s floor plans the best? Who needs large closets?</i>) Nick has been sanding down the dresser, and we hope to have the room mostly assembled in the next 3 weeks.<br />
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I've also spent the past month getting huge. I've heard from many moms that there's a point where your belly "pops" and Baby D and I reached that point about 10 days ago. one morning I woke up and he was way more obvious than he was the night before. You can also tell in the weekly photos, and it's evident by the kicks that he is much bigger now (more than 3 pounds!)<br />
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On that note, here's a 31 week progress report:<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Total weight gain/loss:</b> <i>About 18 pounds, which suddenly feels like a lot even though I'm right on track. I gained a pound more than I wanted to in December, so I'm trying to make good food choices in January like the rest of America. It's very strange to see your body change so quickly, and not feel like yourself as you struggle to get up from the couch or finish 30 minutes of cardio that used to be a breeze at the gym. I'm not a fan, but every little kick reminds me that it will be ok.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Sleep:</b> <i>I am officially getting uncomfortable. I've started sleeping with a body pillow, since I suck at laying on my left side (no idea why I'm perfectly fine on my right side, but not the other), but am lucky to not have to wake up for bathroom trips.</i><br /> <b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Best moment this week:</b> <i>On Tuesday I kept getting jabbed in the top part of my stomach, so I pushed back and felt what I think was a tiny little foot.</i><br /> <b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Movement: </b><i>Yes, lots. See above.</i><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Symptoms: </b><i>I am tired, and can tell that my rib cage has expanded, which is not particularly comfortable.</i><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Symptoms I DON'T have: </b><i>The heartburn seems to have subsided as of late, which is great.</i><br /><b> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Food cravings: </b>I really like root beer right now. A&W Ten is delicious! <b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Food aversions: </b><i>Still not loving green beans, even though they're usually a favorite. Hopefully I'll get my taste buds back soon!</i><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Gender: </b><i>Boy!</i><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Labor Signs: </b><i>No, thank goodness</i><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Belly Button in or out? </b></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In, but getting a little wider and hollowed out. I'm carrying the baby pretty low, so it may pop out before he arrives!</span></i><b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>What I miss: </b><i>Sleeping on my stomach, drinking a big glass of wine with Nick, my regular jeans</i><b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>What I am looking forward to: </b>Not having a big belly anymore, holding Baby D, and not working (even though it will be way harder to be home with a newborn)<b><br /> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Weekly Wisdom: </b>On Friday, while going on about how working out gives me pretty sharp round ligament pain and/or Braxton Hicks contractions, my doctor reminded me that I am 30 weeks pregnant and that it's ok to take it easy. <b><br /></b></span></span></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085113913153564896.post-48169585296986133162013-12-10T22:12:00.001-06:002013-12-10T22:12:52.126-06:00Third Trimester Update!Yeah, so this whole weekly blogging thing did not happen. Sorry guys, but I am back and officially in the third trimester! It really snuck up on me, and I can't believe we only have a few months (at most) before Baby Dillon is here.<br />
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Since it's a been a while, here are some answers to the questions we're getting most often:<br />
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<b>1. Have you picked out a name? </b>No, we really haven't. We've discussed some options and are narrowing it down to a short list, but we probably won't publicize it widely in case we change our minds. However, if you're curious about my thoughts on names, you can read <a href="http://www.cardiganjunkie.com/2013/11/real-life-naming-people-is-difficult.html">this post</a> from my other blog.<br />
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<b>2. Is the nursery ready? </b> No, not even close. All we've got is this design, but most everything has been purchased except for the lamp and curtain fabric. We need to paint our vintage dresser, but the color will be close to what's pictured. The plan is for everything to come together in January.<br />
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<b>3. Have you already registered?</b> Yes, at Amazon.com and Target. I found it very difficult since there are SO many options for everything and every third opinion contradicts someone else's recommendation. The staff at Babies R Us got a good laugh at the pair of college educated adults genuinely perplexed by a Chicco stroller.<br />
<br /><b>4. What hospital will he be delivered at?</b> Texas Health Presbyterian Hospital in Plano, because my doctor of 8 years has an office across the highway and I did not want to find a new care provider just to save 10 minutes (or less) of drive time. Door to door, we can get there from our house in about 25 minutes unless it's evening rush hour.<br />
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<b>5. How are you feeling?</b> Great! I've been very fortunate to have an easy pregnancy so far. Aside from occasional nighttime heartburn and round ligament pain, I don't have anything to complain about. The belly is getting more obvious with each passing day!<br />
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Once we take our 27 week photo, I'll fill out my little survey and post it. For real this time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10666136938776213545noreply@blogger.com0