Archive for May, 2009

First Mother’s Day, First Cold

May 12, 2009

On Tuesday, the small one awoke congested, resulting in a rough day in terms of not much appetite and his having a hard time going down for naps, but really nothing more to speak of.  No fever.  Still a giggly, good natured boy.  Still slept through the night.  By Thursday, the snot had begun to subside and we were excited to have almost survived the first sickness unscathed.

And then I awoke on Friday morning with a sore throat.  And by the time I came home from work, I looked like a certain famous reindeer and I was a big sack of miserable.  Saturday proved much of the same and was the first day since the small one’s arrival where I thought “if my mother lived in town, I would so call her right now so I could tag out and go to sleep.”  I even contemplated “borrowing” the babe’s bulb syringe (ie booger sucker-outer), but thought better of the notion. 

On Sunday morning, while nursing the small one, my husband stood in the doorway and said “so you had a sore throat first, right?”  It was official – the whole family was taken down by a single rhinovirus. 

Despite the copious amount of tissues, we had a lovely first Mother’s Day.  My husband made crepes, we sat in the backyard to enjoy the first rainless day in weeks and I spent all day holding my wonderful baby boy, both of us with matching trails of snot running down our faces.


Date Night Revisited

May 12, 2009

My husband called me today and said “Guess what?  My dad wants to babysit tonight.”  To which I responded “But we’re both sick, and I kinda told the neighbor we’d watch the season finale of Fringe tonight.”  To which my husband responded something which amounted to “Woman, when you are offered free babysitting, you go out!  I don’t care if neither of us can breathe through our noses and I’ve already gone to the midnight opening of every movie worth seeing right now, we are going OUT.”

So it looks like date night tonight.

Might I add that the last date night we took involved my insisting we stay and wait for a table at a hip bar and my husband grumbling about the wait and my responding “I’ll leave if you can come up with a better option” and his still grumbling despite a complete lack of anywhere else to go, which is to say that it went poorly.  But at least my cocktail was tasty, despite having been consumed through moderately clenched teeth.

Maybe the greatest mommyblog post of all time

May 8, 2009

… no, it’s not something I wrote.  It is so so so so so much smarter/snarkier/better spelled than anything my angst could muster.  And I love it.

The Most Popular Zombie on the Block, by Amy Myers


6 Month Postpartum Checkup

May 1, 2009

My checkup with the OB was a success (if you can ever really say that about anything involving stirrups).  I’m actually two pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant (only proving the adage “muscle weighs more than fat,” as I still don’t fit in a lot of my clothing and I no longer have abs, I have a tummy), and my uterus is “back to normal size” which I’m assuming is good news.

I asked the doc about my chances for attempting a VBAC with No. 2, and he sounded optimistic.  He said that I was a good candidate and that it would really come down to how the next pregnancy goes and how the baby appears to be fitting in my pelvis when we’re closing in on go time.  He’s performed 4 VBACs in the last two months, so I’m confident he’s not just giving me lip service about this only to ask me when we’d like to schedule surgery once we hit the 9th month marker.

Not that No. 2 is anywhere near happening.  I just like to know my options.