I was reminded of what sleepless nights are like this past weekend when Keaton was sick. I think he was preparing me for the loads of sleepless fun the new baby is going to be since I got so spoiled in the last year and actually got stretches of sleep at a time - sometimes 8 hours even!!
He had a bout of diarrhea and vomiting that kept me running to his room every 30-40 minutes. Lots of diaper changes (threw them on him to save the pjs), potty breaks and sheets/stuffed animals thrown into the washer later, I got to see the sun rise. Unfortunately I had to stay up and get Brody ready and off to school while Keaton slumbered finally. Once Brody was out the door I thought I had a few minutes to rest my head, but Keaton had different ideas and was up for the day (how do they do it on such little sleep???)
I groggily stayed awake to make him breakfast, only for him to make a mad dash to the bathroom shortly after...such as my day went - poor little guy. I decided to at least drag myself to the shower hoping it would keep me awake and then brush my teeth to feel some sort of human. This is where I realized that I don't do "no sleep" well. Throughout the night, Keaton's poor little bottom started looking like that of a baboon's bright red one, so I pulled out the Desitin Ointment and liberally applied it to keep him comfortable. I, at some point during the night, laid the tube on the bathroom counter next to my toothpaste...you can imagine the rest, right? Yep, the next morning as I held my eyes open with toothpicks I reached for my toothbrush and grabbed what I thought was the tube of toothpaste. In my haze, I grabbed the Desitin and applied to to my toothbrush, ran it under some water, and somehow despite the distinct difference in smell between it and minty toothpaste didn't notice it and started to brush my teeth. I was definitely awake after that rude awakening (I do not recommend Desitin flavor...)
Luckily, Keaton was better by the end of the evening and I thought I would slip off to dreamland peacefully, but now I had developed a stuffy nose that woke me up many times through the night struggling to breathe. God has a funny way of preparing us for the future and I think he is just making sure I am ready to start the baby game again. :)
Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Milestone accomplished
Yay! I am officially 12 weeks and 1 day today - which means we are in the clear of the first trimester when miscarriages usually occur!
According to babycenter.com, some of the most dramatic developments are happening this week: reflexes. They baby's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements. In fact, if you prod your abdomen, your baby will squirm in response, although you won't be able to feel it.
How fun to know my little guy is in there floating around in a water ballet!
Congrats little one - you are doing great!!
According to babycenter.com, some of the most dramatic developments are happening this week: reflexes. They baby's fingers will soon begin to open and close, his toes will curl, his eye muscles will clench, and his mouth will make sucking movements. In fact, if you prod your abdomen, your baby will squirm in response, although you won't be able to feel it.
How fun to know my little guy is in there floating around in a water ballet!
Congrats little one - you are doing great!!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Packing on the Pounds
So it's been 6 weeks since I have forgone the South Beach Diet in order to give the baby the maximum amount of nutrients and also so I could indulge in the sinfully delicious foods I had been depriving myself of all in the name of a small sized jean. It had been ages since a potato of any form or a white piece of bread had crossed my mouth and eons since any form of real sugar made it to my belly. "No more" shouted my cravings and I eagerly dove into a bag of potato chips followed by a peanut butter cookie.
Everything tasted so wonderful, the blizzard from Dairy Queen, the Whopper Jr. from Burger King and the Pizza crust from Papa Johns. This insane behavior continued for about 4 weeks - eating non-healthy food to feed my emotional needs. I love to eat when I am feeling "unbalanced" and boy, with pregnancy hormones in full effect I was more unbalanced than a teeter-totter session between and elephant and a flea!
Luckily, the baby decided after about a month that all the sweets were enough (one more reason I think it's a boy) and let me know that it was time to get back into healthy eating. Now, anytime that I eat something sweet I get nauseous. Whew - good, because I have gained 7 lbs in 6 weeks (the norm for the first trimester is 2-5lbs). Don't get me wrong, I won't be passing up the red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting that a coworker brings in, but I also won't be heading to Applebee's for a Blondie daily either. It's all about moderation. I have come to terms that I get huge during pregnancy and embrace it! I will be wearing tight shirts to show off that baby bump 'til the end. I will also rest in the fact that I have lost the weight twice before and have gotten to pre-baby weight (if not smaller) each time...only problem is that every time I do the South Beach diet I get pregnant...hmmmm.
Everything tasted so wonderful, the blizzard from Dairy Queen, the Whopper Jr. from Burger King and the Pizza crust from Papa Johns. This insane behavior continued for about 4 weeks - eating non-healthy food to feed my emotional needs. I love to eat when I am feeling "unbalanced" and boy, with pregnancy hormones in full effect I was more unbalanced than a teeter-totter session between and elephant and a flea!
Luckily, the baby decided after about a month that all the sweets were enough (one more reason I think it's a boy) and let me know that it was time to get back into healthy eating. Now, anytime that I eat something sweet I get nauseous. Whew - good, because I have gained 7 lbs in 6 weeks (the norm for the first trimester is 2-5lbs). Don't get me wrong, I won't be passing up the red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting that a coworker brings in, but I also won't be heading to Applebee's for a Blondie daily either. It's all about moderation. I have come to terms that I get huge during pregnancy and embrace it! I will be wearing tight shirts to show off that baby bump 'til the end. I will also rest in the fact that I have lost the weight twice before and have gotten to pre-baby weight (if not smaller) each time...only problem is that every time I do the South Beach diet I get pregnant...hmmmm.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Thanksgiving with the 'rents
Ah, Turkey Day, filled with everything I love. Snuggling on the couch with the kids watching the Macy's Parade, cooking yummy desserts and side dishes, eating the 548,989 carbs that are in the traditional Thanksgiving dinner (love being pregnant at the holidays) and of course family!
This year we went to my parents house, Thanksgiving with the Hochstetlers. My parents, all the siblings, husbands of said siblings and 4.25 kids (2.25 being mine). As usual, my mom prepared a fantastic spread and we all ate way too much (too much so that we had to eat dessert the next day!) After dinner, however, the real fun began...
My dad, who always manages to surprise us with some sort of wacky (and hilarious) family game (with cash prizes no less!!!) had the night planned for us.
First we had to figure out the punchline to Thanksgiving jokes (If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?) Then it was a word search (I did mine the fastest, even though I was competing against a firefighter and and refinery worker that have nothing but time some nights and do them on a regular basis) Next we did the classic game that we all did in grade school the day before a holiday, "How many words can you get from Happy Thanksgiving".
This is where things got interesting...We had 5 minutes to complete this, most of us were filling up about 1/4 of the page, but my brother-in-law was well onto needing another sheet. We were amazed and couldn't believe how many words he was getting and how fast! Midway through, my sister blurts out to him, "Where did you get the word 'window'?" He says, "It's a word..." Naturally we all bust out laughing as we notice he has words like 'glass' and 'soccer' too. He wonders aloud, "Did I miss an element of this game? Weren't we supposed to come up with words?" Through our laughing we managed to let him know he missed a very important element, which was sticking to the letters in Happy Thanksgiving. We felt bad, he was home-schooled and never got to partake in the rite of passage as A student whose teachers had run out of classwork and needed to fill the time as she counted down to a holiday break from her students!
After we calmed ourselves from that, dad had us answer some Thanksgiving trivia - I love trivia so I thought I would be good at this part (not so much...) The best answer of the night came from my sister: Q - What is the top speed a scared turkey can run? A - (her thought) 71 mph. I think we nearly peed ourselves when she said this aloud and my brother did a great impression of a turkey passing her minivan on the highway since it can reach such said speed. I don't think I even remember the right answer, but I think it's near 20 mph. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard and my eyes were filled with happy tears as I sat around and watched the family truly enjoy each other.
We played another game the involved throwing playing cards and think a few people came close to losing an eye, but in the end, with all the crazy scoring dad came up with 30 points for this, double the amount of how many people are playing for this, minus 87 for that, and E=mc2 for that, we finally had our winners. The Hochstetler siblings all came in the bottom 4 (Nothing the Easy Way - right?) and our husbands took the top 3 spots (yay! we married good!!)
We all got envelopes with different cash amounts (Thanks dad!!) and Lotto tickets - to which we scratched off like fiends, ignored the kid's requests for juice, suffered through cramped fingers from holding the pennies - all to win about $10.00
All in all, it was one of the best Thanksgivings I have had as an adult thanks in large part to my dad, who never gets enough credit. THANKS DAD!!
This year we went to my parents house, Thanksgiving with the Hochstetlers. My parents, all the siblings, husbands of said siblings and 4.25 kids (2.25 being mine). As usual, my mom prepared a fantastic spread and we all ate way too much (too much so that we had to eat dessert the next day!) After dinner, however, the real fun began...
My dad, who always manages to surprise us with some sort of wacky (and hilarious) family game (with cash prizes no less!!!) had the night planned for us.
First we had to figure out the punchline to Thanksgiving jokes (If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?) Then it was a word search (I did mine the fastest, even though I was competing against a firefighter and and refinery worker that have nothing but time some nights and do them on a regular basis) Next we did the classic game that we all did in grade school the day before a holiday, "How many words can you get from Happy Thanksgiving".
This is where things got interesting...We had 5 minutes to complete this, most of us were filling up about 1/4 of the page, but my brother-in-law was well onto needing another sheet. We were amazed and couldn't believe how many words he was getting and how fast! Midway through, my sister blurts out to him, "Where did you get the word 'window'?" He says, "It's a word..." Naturally we all bust out laughing as we notice he has words like 'glass' and 'soccer' too. He wonders aloud, "Did I miss an element of this game? Weren't we supposed to come up with words?" Through our laughing we managed to let him know he missed a very important element, which was sticking to the letters in Happy Thanksgiving. We felt bad, he was home-schooled and never got to partake in the rite of passage as A student whose teachers had run out of classwork and needed to fill the time as she counted down to a holiday break from her students!
After we calmed ourselves from that, dad had us answer some Thanksgiving trivia - I love trivia so I thought I would be good at this part (not so much...) The best answer of the night came from my sister: Q - What is the top speed a scared turkey can run? A - (her thought) 71 mph. I think we nearly peed ourselves when she said this aloud and my brother did a great impression of a turkey passing her minivan on the highway since it can reach such said speed. I don't think I even remember the right answer, but I think it's near 20 mph. I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard and my eyes were filled with happy tears as I sat around and watched the family truly enjoy each other.
We played another game the involved throwing playing cards and think a few people came close to losing an eye, but in the end, with all the crazy scoring dad came up with 30 points for this, double the amount of how many people are playing for this, minus 87 for that, and E=mc2 for that, we finally had our winners. The Hochstetler siblings all came in the bottom 4 (Nothing the Easy Way - right?) and our husbands took the top 3 spots (yay! we married good!!)
We all got envelopes with different cash amounts (Thanks dad!!) and Lotto tickets - to which we scratched off like fiends, ignored the kid's requests for juice, suffered through cramped fingers from holding the pennies - all to win about $10.00
All in all, it was one of the best Thanksgivings I have had as an adult thanks in large part to my dad, who never gets enough credit. THANKS DAD!!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Blogging with baby
Hello everyone and welcome to my newest adventure - blogging.
I figured that with a third baby on the way, there was no way I was going to journal massively like I did for Brody (the oldest), or marginally for Keaton (the 2nd born) - you moms of more than one child can absolutely identify with this I am sure. You know you have 1000s of pictures and hours of video of your first born, a few hundred pictures and minutes of video of your second born, and well, you hope to capture the birth and 1st birthday party of the third child. Am I right, or am I the only mom who has fallen short of memory keeping as each child is born?
Anyways, this is my ode to my third (and I think) final child's time in the womb and the adventures created by his/her siblings along the way.
Let talk first about how this little one has realized that to gain attention away from his (I am going to refer to the baby as "he" and him" since we are hoping for another boy - it will be a fun blog on the day we find out the sex if it's a girl...) siblings, Brody age 5 and Keaton age 3. Being the 3rd child, this one got our attention BIG time last weekend with being overly dramatic already (perhaps it is a girl....) Late Saturday I was having cramping and bleeding, reminiscent of the sad miscarriage I suffered in Spring, so we called the doctor who sent me in for an ultrasound. Much to our joy and thanksgiving to God, we saw a very healthy and bouncy baby on the screen - complete with two legs and two arms, measuring at 10cm (9.5 weeks). Apparently, the doctor said I am straining myself too much with various activities and causing blood vessels on my cervix to rupture, but causing no harm to baby at all.
Imagine that, me doing too much. I was only moving giant tubs of clothes to find the elusive OSU shirt that was Brody's to put on Keaton for the OSU v. Michigan game (of which, my team lost...) Anyways, I have decided to scale back a bit (no piano moving for me) but will still have a boat load of fun with my boys by doing every activity I can find under the sun.
So this is the start of my blogging, a scary, but happy ending event involving the little life that is growing inside my belly (as Keaton says, "There's a baby and food in there.") I am off to eat my S'Mores Pop Tart (I am obviously off the South Beach Diet) and follow it up with some fresh berries so I don't feel too guilty.
I figured that with a third baby on the way, there was no way I was going to journal massively like I did for Brody (the oldest), or marginally for Keaton (the 2nd born) - you moms of more than one child can absolutely identify with this I am sure. You know you have 1000s of pictures and hours of video of your first born, a few hundred pictures and minutes of video of your second born, and well, you hope to capture the birth and 1st birthday party of the third child. Am I right, or am I the only mom who has fallen short of memory keeping as each child is born?
Anyways, this is my ode to my third (and I think) final child's time in the womb and the adventures created by his/her siblings along the way.
Let talk first about how this little one has realized that to gain attention away from his (I am going to refer to the baby as "he" and him" since we are hoping for another boy - it will be a fun blog on the day we find out the sex if it's a girl...) siblings, Brody age 5 and Keaton age 3. Being the 3rd child, this one got our attention BIG time last weekend with being overly dramatic already (perhaps it is a girl....) Late Saturday I was having cramping and bleeding, reminiscent of the sad miscarriage I suffered in Spring, so we called the doctor who sent me in for an ultrasound. Much to our joy and thanksgiving to God, we saw a very healthy and bouncy baby on the screen - complete with two legs and two arms, measuring at 10cm (9.5 weeks). Apparently, the doctor said I am straining myself too much with various activities and causing blood vessels on my cervix to rupture, but causing no harm to baby at all.
Imagine that, me doing too much. I was only moving giant tubs of clothes to find the elusive OSU shirt that was Brody's to put on Keaton for the OSU v. Michigan game (of which, my team lost...) Anyways, I have decided to scale back a bit (no piano moving for me) but will still have a boat load of fun with my boys by doing every activity I can find under the sun.
So this is the start of my blogging, a scary, but happy ending event involving the little life that is growing inside my belly (as Keaton says, "There's a baby and food in there.") I am off to eat my S'Mores Pop Tart (I am obviously off the South Beach Diet) and follow it up with some fresh berries so I don't feel too guilty.
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