I saw this book at Target the other day and it immediately made me think of Alex. "Alex Vs. Bedtime" would be more appropriate, I thought. Last night was night #2 of him falling asleep without nursing. The night before was pretty hellish and he was up until almost midnight (not TOO uncommon for him) and he was NOT very happy. I just loved him and tried to snuggle with him. It was a battle, especially just trying to keep him contained on his little bed instead of running wildly around. Last night he was out by 11:30. From about 10-11 was pretty awful. But, around 11 he realized he wasn't going to get nursies until morning (even though we talked about and prepared for this and I repeated it over and over). He did say, in tears "Make me happy, mommy. Nursies make me happy.".
It was pretty heart breaking but I know that this is what is necessary for us at this point. I do not intend to wean Alex. I fully support him nursing until he's done, however, it's become more than an obsession and it's caused him to get little sleep, and me as well. I do not want the last part of our nursing relationship to be frustrating. I also do not want to resent his need to keep nursing, which is what I was beginning to feel.
I noticed in the last 2 nights that he actually stayed asleep longer before waking up asking to nurse. Night #1 he woke up frantic, flailing and screaming for it, but last night when he did finally stir, simply crawled into my bed and groggily asked to nurse. I let him. He also hasn't nursed at all today, and is currently napping. I do hope it doesn't lead to him weaning fully, I just want to cut down this night nursing...I cannot do it all night long, work part time, homeschool my older child and take care of them all day (and night, now that my husband works graveyards again).
So, tonight when it's time for Dinosaur to go to bed, I hope the roaring is down to a minimum and maybe we'll shave another 15 minutes off of that bedtime. He seemed to enjoy being sung to sleep last night, telling me "That's a good song, mom" after hearing "Twinkle, Twinkle" 3 times. :)
Showing posts with label boy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boy. Show all posts
2.05.2010
1.27.2010
Why did no one tell me?
When I was pregnant with my son I was told by many people, friends and strangers alike, that I was in for a lot of fun, a lot of love and a full heart of love when talking about my future son. The one thing no one honestly told me, was just HOW different raising a boy would be to raising a girl.
First of all, the clothes are harder to find and nothing's as cute for little boys as it is for little girls! I felt lost in the boy's department after shopping for pink for the last 4.5 years!
Secondly, no one told me that the nausea he gave me while I was pregnant wouldn't stop when he was born! Since birth the boy has kept me on my toes and I am constantly worrying about him in one aspect or another...the heartburn and indigestion stayed, too.
And how about finding a name!! You have to be so careful it's not too pretty, can't be mistaken for being feminine...I wanted something strong but not burly. The arguments over names ranked with WW2. And to this day, I'm still not 100% sure about what we picked!
And when you're pregnant with a girl, how many times do you and your husband fight over the cosmetic surgeries she may or may not have after birth? There were no major discussions before with the two girls but throw a boy in the mix and now not only is name picking harder but you have to pick a penis, too!
I could probably go on, but I'll spare you all. If you're a mom of girls and then had a boy, you totally know what I'm talking about! But then all moms of boys know this: that a boy fills your heart with a kind of love that you can only have for your son. Something about how they are constantly creating near death experiences for themselves (and you) brings you closer together. Something about this rough and tumble little kiddo giving you hugs and cuddles pulls at your heart strings so differently.
I always worried, after having my first that I could never give as much love to another child as I had given to her, and yet, two kids later, I've learned that your heart grows and grows, and gives and gives, even after you think it's at capacity.
Was there ever a time in your pregnancy/pregnancies that you wondered what you had gotten in to? How did that change after having your baby?
First of all, the clothes are harder to find and nothing's as cute for little boys as it is for little girls! I felt lost in the boy's department after shopping for pink for the last 4.5 years!
Secondly, no one told me that the nausea he gave me while I was pregnant wouldn't stop when he was born! Since birth the boy has kept me on my toes and I am constantly worrying about him in one aspect or another...the heartburn and indigestion stayed, too.
And how about finding a name!! You have to be so careful it's not too pretty, can't be mistaken for being feminine...I wanted something strong but not burly. The arguments over names ranked with WW2. And to this day, I'm still not 100% sure about what we picked!
And when you're pregnant with a girl, how many times do you and your husband fight over the cosmetic surgeries she may or may not have after birth? There were no major discussions before with the two girls but throw a boy in the mix and now not only is name picking harder but you have to pick a penis, too!
I could probably go on, but I'll spare you all. If you're a mom of girls and then had a boy, you totally know what I'm talking about! But then all moms of boys know this: that a boy fills your heart with a kind of love that you can only have for your son. Something about how they are constantly creating near death experiences for themselves (and you) brings you closer together. Something about this rough and tumble little kiddo giving you hugs and cuddles pulls at your heart strings so differently.
I always worried, after having my first that I could never give as much love to another child as I had given to her, and yet, two kids later, I've learned that your heart grows and grows, and gives and gives, even after you think it's at capacity.
Was there ever a time in your pregnancy/pregnancies that you wondered what you had gotten in to? How did that change after having your baby?
7.23.2009
Hair today, Gone tomorrow.
Having had two girls prior to my son, I am still getting used to the idea of frequent hair cuts. We tend to let Alex go quite a while before buzzing his pretty hair away. We usually take him in for a cut, where they scissor the top and do a longer buzz around the back. This time, however, we didn't want to "waste" the $12 on a hair cut that we could do for free...but ahhh, even free things come at a price!
First, the buzzers we had were not in the best condition...two pairs of my brother's. The first pair made noise but the blades didn't move...at all. The second pair seemed to be working fine, and Seth tested on his arm before I took them bravely to Alex's head. That resulted in a bald CHUNK missing from the front of his hair because they CLOGGED AND STOPPED WORKING. What makes this WORSE is that these buzzers had no attachments, so we're talking B.A.L.D.
*sigh*
I frantically call the BFF in tears about how I've ruined Alex's hair, we're suppose to go run errands, we couldn't spring the money for a hair cut and certainly can't spring it for new clippers...ahhhh!
Thankfully, 30 of the longest minutes of my life later, Seth reaches his friend, who has clippers we can borrow and we proceed to give Alex his hair cut...which like I said, ended up costing a lot more than we bargained for!
Here's the before and after:
Unfortunately, that first pic is a couple weeks old and his hair was even longer...but I apparently don't have any more recent ones (oops!). I also wish that instead of bursting in to tears I would have snapped a shot of his funny bald spot prior to the finished hair cut. Oh well, live and learn! I thought after 3 kids, I'd know more by now!
First, the buzzers we had were not in the best condition...two pairs of my brother's. The first pair made noise but the blades didn't move...at all. The second pair seemed to be working fine, and Seth tested on his arm before I took them bravely to Alex's head. That resulted in a bald CHUNK missing from the front of his hair because they CLOGGED AND STOPPED WORKING. What makes this WORSE is that these buzzers had no attachments, so we're talking B.A.L.D.
*sigh*
I frantically call the BFF in tears about how I've ruined Alex's hair, we're suppose to go run errands, we couldn't spring the money for a hair cut and certainly can't spring it for new clippers...ahhhh!
Thankfully, 30 of the longest minutes of my life later, Seth reaches his friend, who has clippers we can borrow and we proceed to give Alex his hair cut...which like I said, ended up costing a lot more than we bargained for!
Here's the before and after:
Unfortunately, that first pic is a couple weeks old and his hair was even longer...but I apparently don't have any more recent ones (oops!). I also wish that instead of bursting in to tears I would have snapped a shot of his funny bald spot prior to the finished hair cut. Oh well, live and learn! I thought after 3 kids, I'd know more by now!
6.09.2009
Just a day in the life!
So it was not even 9 am and Alex was already painting the cabinets with butter. How, pray tell, did he get butter?
Well, Maggie has a cut on her finger that she insisted needed bandaging, so she ran to the bathroom to get the stepstool, to reach the counter, to get the band aids. However, she did not put it back, so a few bored minutes later Alexander made his way to the stool to find the butter that I had used to put on their toast not long before (we were still EATING breakfast!) and he decided that what he wanted to do with the butter was to give the cabinets a shine...so he did.
Shortly after that, while I was cleaning up the cabinets and putting the butter away, he decided to take off his undies and sit on the couch to pee. If he knew he had to pee, and he knew to take off his underwear, I really don't know why he chose the couch as his target. *sigh*
While cleaning up the urine, he climbed up on to the end table, let out a loud "Ta da!" threw his hands up in the air and launched to the ground, unharmed, thankfully.
I get a diaper on him, because today just doesn't feel like a day to work on potty training and relax for a few minutes before chaos ensues again...it's just another day but man, these days are long!
Well, Maggie has a cut on her finger that she insisted needed bandaging, so she ran to the bathroom to get the stepstool, to reach the counter, to get the band aids. However, she did not put it back, so a few bored minutes later Alexander made his way to the stool to find the butter that I had used to put on their toast not long before (we were still EATING breakfast!) and he decided that what he wanted to do with the butter was to give the cabinets a shine...so he did.
Shortly after that, while I was cleaning up the cabinets and putting the butter away, he decided to take off his undies and sit on the couch to pee. If he knew he had to pee, and he knew to take off his underwear, I really don't know why he chose the couch as his target. *sigh*
While cleaning up the urine, he climbed up on to the end table, let out a loud "Ta da!" threw his hands up in the air and launched to the ground, unharmed, thankfully.
I get a diaper on him, because today just doesn't feel like a day to work on potty training and relax for a few minutes before chaos ensues again...it's just another day but man, these days are long!
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