85% of couples conceive in the first year, I am not one of them

New Horizon

I’ve been in hiding. I’ve been pregnant since February with our second son and just gave birth on the 8th at 11:36pm. He was 7lbs 12.5oz and 20.5 inches long. 37+1 weeks gestation. I’m not sure why I didn’t feel like writing about it. Maybe because this blog encapsulates everything about my first son and this is a new journey. It could also be that this child was technically a natural conception. He was a cup and syringe method success story, it worked our second month.

I had bad morning sickness that was only cured by home made Diclegis. B6 and Unisom ladies, it’s amazing. I carried all out front and got lots of random comments about being due any time for the last few months. I was super sore and got winded easily. I’d say a fairly normal second pregnancy, not as easy as the first, but I was still walking around and shopping the night before. Even baked some muffins.

Labor had a similar trajectory to my first son. Water broke in bed, though not as streaming as the first time. I felt odd tickles around 6am but because I didn’t feel a flow I figured maybe I was losing my mucus plug or something. When I finally got up to pee 2 hours later I was trickling on the toilet. I had a much larger gush around 10 walking up the stairs, then back to small trickles. No contractions, same as last labor. I was GBS positive so I couldn’t hang out at home all day. My mom came over to watch our first son and we got to the hospital around 2. Triage confirmed I was broken and I was admitted. I got a tub room this time and it was awesome. Probably the nicest birthing suite at the hospital. Since there were still no contractions at all they placed a foley bulb and I bounced on a birthing ball until it shot out when a nurse tugged the string. I had been having mild contractions at this point. They ramped them up with pitocin and I opted to get in the bath. The monitors weren’t working well from the tub, plus I was getting too hot and the contractions were 2-3 minutes apart and too strong to talk through. I stayed in the tub maybe an hour.

I got out and opted for the epidural. It didn’t work right away and I kept getting dosed up until my entire lower half was dead to the world. That freaked me out, I figured I wouldn’t be able to push because I couldn’t feel anything. I was checked and was 9cm, then 10cm not long after. I trial pushed for the residents and nurses, who determined I was pushing effectively enough to call in my doctor. He arrived drenched in rain and took control of the room. Apparently my Dr. is very well liked by the staff, as I had heard from the nurses on more than one occasion. I pushed for around 30 minutes when the Dr. asked if I wanted to pull him out. I overrode my initial thought, which was no, and reached down to grab him out. I had a minor tear and one large hemorrhoid.

When they went to move me to the mother baby suite my legs were still not working effectively. One nurse tried to move me and I ended up melting onto the floor. 2 Nurses got me back into bed and came back later to try again. At that point I could lock one knee and was able to be swung into a wheel chair. 2 more nurses wheeled me up to my suite and struggled to help me into bed. I felt bad but I was really that numb! At least I’m not overweight, there’s no way the could have moved me if I was. By 6am I was able to walk to the bathroom.

Recovery wasn’t as bad as last time. The hem was there but didn’t hurt as much. My tailbone felt sore and the hospital bed was uncomfortable. I tried to move around as much as possible to keep from getting stiff. I went home Tuesday evening and had an overwhelmed cry. I was finding myself in the same mental state as my first time with a newborn and was really panicking.

For whatever reason that was the last time I felt that way. I’m feeling really confident right now and actually enjoying the potato stage. Trying not to dread about the future, which is going to be just fine. I got through it fine with 1 kid, I’m not sure why I’d fail the second time around. I’m hoping it isn’t just an oxytocin high or something and I’ll crash later. I’m liking the way I feel at the moment, and I’m scared it won’t last.

As for the baby, he doesn’t do much. He isn’t awake very often, just wakes to nurse and goes back to sleep. He’s 10 days old, so I’m assuming this pattern will change. He’s up every 1.5-2 hours at night to nurse but at least he usually lets me nurse him then put him back down. So I’m getting sleep, it’s just very fractured. Somehow it has been enough. He sleeps longer stretches during the day which makes me grumble. I’m hoping the day night stuff will flip and he awakens more in the day and sleeps at night longer. I can only hope!

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Totally Tres

3 Years old! I can’t believe I started this blog to keep track of my infertility progress 4 years ago!

So anyway, on to the update. We have since moved out of my mom’s and are living in the new house. I am still getting anxiety over it in similar ways to our original house 2 years ago. The basement is a total pig stye and unfinished and I hate going down there to do laundry. I’m impatient and I know this is going to take my husband forever to finish so that it’s acceptable to show off. The garage is also a complete mess with construction debris. I wish my husband could organize his shit and not be so messy. My life, and by extension his, would be a lot less stressful. At least the kitchen is almost done (trim and backsplash needed) so it’s not has half assed as it was at the last house. I don’t think I can ever be happy in my home unless we purchase one that NEEDS NO  WORK. I want that feeling before I die, to buy a house and just move your shit in and not live in a constant construction zone for 5 years.

Our son is doing well. He has gotten better with speech and you can actually hold a proto conversation with him. He can say phrases like “my mouth tastes bad” (he’s sick so it’s the mucus), “I’m so so so hungry”, “pick up me”, and “Can’t play outside, a storm coming”. So the grammar isn’t there, and he isn’t always easy to understand, but his vocabulary is wide and he can communicate his needs very well.

He also started preschool last week and is apparently being a good student. I wanted him to socialize and work on his fine motor skills mainly. He is potty trained and only wears a diaper at night. He can not do his own pants most of the time though. Getting dressed is very frustrating to him and I hope by the next update he can dress himself. He likes asking “what’s that noise” and I feel the “why” phase is right around the corner. He loves doing puzzles at the moment but his interests are fleeting. He still mostly makes a mess of all his toys and refuses to play with them the “correct” way. Still a messy eater, much better with a fork though. He is absolutely crazy most days and very hard to control and calm down. Very defiant and absent minded. I never thought I’d have to yell at a tiny human to stop trying to carry the fucking kitten 500 times a day. Logic would dictate that maybe someone would get it after 5 times but logic has no place in the toddler brain.

I’m still on the fence about having another child. There are times I really really want it, and then I realize I hate the newborn stage, I can barely handle 1 child who is full of energy and wears me out, and as a SAHM I’m pretty broke and can’t afford another. And by afford I mean the likely IVF and birth costs. Who knows what will happen with that, I still have time to decide. If it turns out I’ve passed my window and can not have anymore, I will come to terms with that. Having one child wouldn’t be so bad.

Oh boy, what has it been, 6 months since my last post? So, so much has changed. Last post we were in North Carolina celebrating Park man’s second birthday. We were considering staying there another couple of years for my husband to finish his masters since the company buyout never happened. Towards the end of our lease my husband began looking for jobs back home and was surprised to land a job he had been turned down for in the past. A job that pays more money and is a position that rarely goes to younger workers. He was so excited to land this job that we packed up and went back home. Can anyone say they’re surprised?

While still in NC we began the buying process on a house back home (that my husband drove up to see) that we both liked. It needs far less work than our last house and has a ton of potential. We have been living with my mom since the beginning of November. We closed on the house at the end of December and shortly after my husband moved in to begin working on it full time. It will probably be 3-6 months before it is ready for my son and I to move in. That’s where we are now, staying with my mom while my husband works on our new house about 50 minutes away (near where we used to live).

Back to my son! So last time I blogged we were in the beginning stages of getting speech therapy. After we got in contact with the right people it took about 2 weeks until he had his “evaluation”. They way they do it is that it is  a general evaluation and not just a speech evaluation. The evaluators didn’t see a big need for therapy, but did concede he was on the fence and they could recommend he go to the next step, which is a speech evaluation. He was evaluated again and determined again that he was on the fence and if I wanted to continue with the therapy they would say he needs it. So I said yes, of course. He was seen a total of 3 times before we moved and the entire process from start to therapy was 6 weeks. They were supposed to email me any info they could find about local programs here but didn’t, nor have I ever gotten a bill despite giving both my case worker and the therapist my new address. I have decided not to continue with therapy. The therapy can be summed up as a woman coming to your home and using items and pictures to try to coax words out of your kid, as well as giving you suggestions on things to work on. In my case it was going to cost 30 dollars per half hour session, which he got once a week. Later in the day of his first session he spontaneously began using 2 word phrases. I don’t think the therapy had anything to do with it. Out of nowhere as I was taking my son to go somewhere he said “bye rawr” to one of his dino toys. Ever since then he started using 2 word phrases including “more ____” and “bye bye ______”. Now that we are with my mom he has picked up words for just about everything and uses 2 word, and sometimes 3 word phrases. His main issue is still articulation, he is not always easy to understand, but he is getting better. I think he’s just a late bloomer with speech. My friend whos son is 10 days older than mine is actually speaking less than my son. I guess I stressed for nothing.

What else is he up to? Well he can go up and down stairs vertically (though I don’t trust him to, he is still incredibly clumsy). He is home potty trained with just pants on (no diaper and no underpants). He has trouble pulling his pants up, and as such he usually just takes them all the way off to sit on his little potty. I have seen him leave them around his ankles then pull them up when done a few times but he has trouble pulling them over his butt. I’d like to work on using a potty seat when we get to our own house. He still refuses to use a fork most of the time, but uses a spoon for applesauce and yogurt type foods. I wish he would eat a little more neat for his age. He is super rambunctious and it drains me to contain him all day. It’s 10x worse at my mom’s house because there is so little baby proofing. All he wants to do all day is go up and down the stairs by himself, bother the cat, throw toys, demand you play with him by piling toys on you (or in the case of me sitting here typing, crashing a truck into my thigh over and over), coloring and “painting” the fridge, and watch TV. Omg he will not shut up about “Puppy Show”, aka Paw Patrol. He has become obsessed with this show over the past 2 months. I don’t like it because it’s not educational but such is toddler life. He’s also obsessed with choo choos and begs grandma to “google trains” on her tablet. He got a train table for Christmas (it’s at our new house) and he will play with it the entire time we’re there. He’s a very typical toddler boy that’s for sure!

I can’t wait until we move into our new house. Living with my mom has its perks but I’m kind of ready to get back to my own life and my own routines. I don’t think I’m going to have the same anxiety and crazies about this house as the old one. The old one was a nightmare, this one is really nice and much newer. My husband has only been gone 3 days but I already miss him. Our marriage has been pretty good, no real issues. Here’s hoping 2016 will be the best year yet.

The Not-So-Terrible Twos

It’s my son’s second birthday! Every 6 months he seems to grow up a little more, though once you get to 2 it seems to be more polishing of skills that have already been learned.

Biggest issue is that he still jargons a LOT, but compared to 18 months he jargons much more. All day long I hear jibber jabering. He wants to communicate so badly, but English still escapes him. That’s not to say he hasn’t learned new words. From 18 to 24 months he gained many more words and expressions, though they are mostly hard to decipher. All done is “ah duh”, he has stopped saying kitty as kee and now just points to cats and makes a meow sound, banana is neeea, shoes are dooz, etc. Bye bye is very clear, as is hi. He tells me when something is tasty (tay-te), and when he has pooped in a diaper (eeeew, tinky). I still feel like he is a little behind with his language, though I can guarantee his doctor will brush it off because he tries to say something when I ask him “say ____” and is acquiring some new words. I still feel like he could benefit from a few days a week of help. I’ll try to convince them at his appointment tomorrow. He’s also on the short side which scares me. He’s completely average for weight at 27lbs but I believe he is only 33ish inches, which is very very short for his age. I hope he grows some more, I’d hate for him to be the short kid.

His receptive language is excellent. He knows where his belly, feet, ears, eyes, nose, hair, head, and butt are, he will fetch something you ask for, and he even understands using the potty. Especially in the last month or so he has really gotten a hold on “holding” it. He started out around 18 months with having an interest in going on the potty, and I’d let him run free without a diaper. Sometimes he’d seek it out and sit on it, other times he would just pee wherever he was sitting. He will almost always go if I ask him to sit and try peeing. If he has to poop he has pooped on it as well. Lately though he will hold it and seek it out on his own, or hold it until I suggest he try peeing. I’m really going to push for him to be potty trained by 2.5.

He’s still a glutton with food, and luckily not that picky either. There have been several times that I slipped him something new and he just ate it without question. I’m really hoping I can keep this up. I remember being scared when he went to table food because I like the prepacked convenience of healthy jarred meals. I’ve found it’s still easy to have a quick healthy meal for my son. If my husband and I are eating pizza or something I don’t want him to have (yes, I’m that mom), I make him some chicken, rice, and a veggie. I currently have some precooked chicken strips in the freezer, but I’ve also precooked some tenderloins and kept them in the freezer to quickly heat for him. They also make microwaveable cups of rice and cups of veggies that make it really quick to throw something healthy together if he can’t have what we’re eating. He usually gets what we get though. For lunches I still focus on avocados and cheese a lot, either with quinoa or in a quesadilla. He also gets peanut butter or hummus sandwiches. A side of fruit comes with it, either whatever I have fresh or fruit cups drained and rinsed of syrup. Breakfast is yogurt, banana, toast, cheerios, or plum organics fruit bar with milk. Again, all very quick and requiring no preparation yet still being nutritious.

He still doesn’t sit still for much unless the TV is on, which I try to limit. His favorite show is Daniel Tiger, which he asks for by saying “dayyo”. I even made him a Daniel Tiger Birthday Cake, which was my second time ever using fondant. Not to shabby if I do say so myself.

Daniel Tiger Cake

Daniel Tiger cake I made for my son’s second birthday

We also took some photos of him in a big field with a big wooden 2 that I painted in tiger stripes. We also took him to Chuck E Cheese and Toys R Us where he was spoiled rotten. I think he had a pretty bitchin’ birthday.

18 months….1.5 YEARS

Sheesh, I have a fucking TODDLER now. When the hell did this happen? I don’t have a baby, I have a tiny adult with tiny adult wishes and tiny adult temper.

So much has happened since last post. The move happened and I’m now in my apartment-like rental house in NC. It’s not too bad, and it doesn’t bother me like the last house did. Still completely out of our hands when we will be making the next move but my husband wants out of here ASAP and promises not to be here by the end of the year. I really don’t care either way since there’s no guarantee I will like our next place as much as I like this place. I’m content at the moment and trying to stay that way. Our house sold to the first person who viewed it. She put an offer in and everything. Our house was on the market all of 5 days and shown to 2 people. That has to be some kind of record. We sold it at a loss of course (break even for mortgage technically), so that probably had something to do with it. I do miss it a little bit but I’m also glad it’s gone. Buying that house was a mistake, and now the 5 years of hell we spent in it can be behind us. Now all of the problems are someone elses!

P is doing fine too. Still basically the same. Eating like a hog, still loving foods of all kinds, still feeding him healthy. Only real difference is he has a few more words (mama, dada, up up, down, kitty, hi, bye,no) but they aren’t really recognized easily by others (besides hi) and he doesn’t use them much (besides dada and kitty). He jargons a lot though and it sounds like a tiny foreign dictator is living in my house. I still don’t think he will be a linguist any time soon. I tend to know what he wants and he gets frustrated if he doesn’t get it. The longer I spend trying to label and coax the proper word out, the more agitated he becomes that I’m not understanding what MMM MM MM and pointing means. He will talk in time, just as he has done everything else he is supposed to. He will just randomly start doing it one day. He also recently learned to use things to climb up on other things, which sucks. You know what else sucks? Having a headstrong toddler who is hell bent on living fast and dying young. I swear I spend most of my waking hours keeping him from hurting himself. It’s exhausting. And of course he doesn’t listen, how can he listen when there’s no real way to punish at this age? When he’s not trying to hurt himself he’s crying about not getting to hurt himself or not getting something else he wants…like ALL the bananas on the counter. Terrible 2s are going to suck if this is just a preview.

Lots of changes behind us and lots of changes ahead. Stay tuned for the 2 year update!

Back Back Again Again

P man will be 15 months in a few days. So much has changed with him and our lives in general!

First, Mr. P. He walks very well now, runs clumsily, points, and brings me things he wants to interact with. This is a problem though, since he still doesn’t really talk. He says mama and dada, mostly mama, but that’s really it. If I try to withhold an item that he wants in hopes that he will say something he starts throwing a tantrum and screams, so that doesn’t really work. Other than that I have no idea how to encourage his communication without making him further frustrated.

His receptive communication is fine though. If I ask him if he wants milk he runs to the fridge. If I ask him to clap clap he will typically do it. If I’m done making breakfast he runs to the couch where we normally eat. If I ask for a hug he may choose to give me one. Most of this he has learned on his own, but I’ve experimented with training him in much the same way as a dog. For example, I took a few days and tried teaching him to high five. I’d take his hand, five my hand then celebrate and say that he was good at high fives. Eventually he got it and will now occasionally high five if you ask him for one. I really enjoy seeing him figure something out for the first time. 2 days ago I got him a Munchkin miracle cup, which has no spout. He mastered sippy cips and straw cups for a while now. It took him about 10 minutes of frustrated crying and grabbing my hand and giving me this “defective” cup for him to realize he needed to try sucking the rim to get water out. Then he was content to drink from it like a normal cup.

He’s very silly and giggles constantly, and gives up tons of smiles and silly faces. He does have quite a temper though, but I attribute that to his frustration with his lack of communication skills. He really likes throwing interactive toys at me to make them work, then gets mad when they turn off and whines while bringing them back again. It’s exhausting to deal with. My husband has these big lego figure alarm clocks that light up for about 5 seconds when you press the head down. My son kept throwing one at me to press the head, then he’d smile and walk away with it. It would then go dark 5 seconds later and the cycle would continue, with him getting increasingly frustrated that the light would not stay on. Eventually I just take it away and he throws a fit. I try to take his hand and teach him how to manipulate the item himself to get the desired effect but he really has no interest in doing it himself at this point. It’s much easier to throw something at mommy and have her figure it out. This is something we have to work on.

His eating is still very good. I can tell he probably likes green beans the least of all veggies I feed him but a little Parmesan cheese sprinkle fixes that right up. He eats what we eat with the exception of fast food. He’s also getting better with taking little bites of big things, like half a banana, but I’m still hesitant to let him tackle something like a whole sandwich. He has issues with his rate of consumption, like putting food in his mouth while there’s still food in there. I work hard to make sure he doesn’t choke from his overzealous eating habits. Also he likes throwing food on the floor and doesn’t like using utensils. I’ve gotten him to eat off of a spoon by scooping some food up and handing him the spoon, but he’s very clumsy at it. If I set a plate in front of him he will end up playing with the food and throwing some of the floor so I have been holding the plate with me and scooping the food onto his tray a little at a time. I hate doing this but it keeps him from being wasteful.

We’re on a great schedule and he takes 1 nap a day for around 1.5 hours, and goes down quickly at night. Like I nurse him, lay him in his crib, and he flops right over to his stomach and falls asleep. Having a solid sleep routine from like 6 weeks old is the absolute best thing I ever did that WORKED for him.

So basically, things with P seem to be on track. I’m hoping for some more words soon, that’s the only place where I feel he lags behind. Things with my husband however are going through a big change. I wouldn’t say a bad one, but things were due for an overhaul and the truck is idling in the driveway so to speak. He decided to take lateral move with his job and move to North Carolina at the end of the month. When the cable merger completes he will be able to then transfer to Florida, where we kind of wanted to move all along. It’s convoluted, it’s not guaranteed, I’m super hesitant to uproot again, but the deed is done and he’s pretty dead set on it.

The only reason I wanted to move was because our house was so shitty. Well when the transfer option was put on the table he began renovating like a mad man…you know…like he should have been doing all along. The house looks great now, better than ever. I could actually stay here and be pretty content. We don’t know anyone in NC and it’s 9 hours away from our current home, so we will be completely alone. It goes against everything I’ve ever written in this blog but I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY MOM. She helps out so much with Parks and has a good relationship with him that it genuinely upsets me to separate them. But then again, he’s at the age where moving is still an option. Once he grows up a little more and goes to school we’re kind of cemented in place. My husband knows this and that is why he wanted to escape to Florida sooner rather than later. It just feels very rushed and poorly planned. This is the sort of transition that should take 6 months to a year. Instead we’re compacting it into about 2.5. Everything is super crazy right now (hence my lack of updates) and I’m exhausted. I’m just hoping it all works out in the end and this is something that will be a net positive for our family. I do enjoy our Florida family, and not having a ghetto house that needs fixing will probably make for a better husband.

In other news, I got my hemorrhoids removed yesterday! I plan on doing a big surgery/recovery experience post when I’m a little more recovered, but so far so good.

Hear child stirring and grumbling at 7:45. Husband is out of bed doing whatever husbands do before going to work at 8. I roll back over and ignore my human alarm until 8. I’d really like it if he slept in until 8, level with self that by ignoring him I’m teaching him to sleep in. Know deep down this is not the case. Get child at 8. Change diaper while trying to hold my wiggling ninja and keep him from flipping over. He hasn’t sit still for a diaper change in months. I’d assume having a soggy wet night time diaper removed would be heaven, but I guess that level of logic is not achieved yet. Smear A&D on to make future poop removal easier. Snap up pajamas, wonder why pajamas have so many damn snaps. Return to bedroom to nurse. Child nurses for maybe 15 minutes while I read various things on my phone. Posted pictures of his party on facebook recently and someone commented that they would like to see a video of him walking. Having taken one yesterday with Scorsese-like precision, I upload it to Facebook and tag the asker, you know, to look like I have an excuse to post a video of him walking. I tend to overdirect and stage things that I know I’m posting for others to see. Wonder if everyone is that crazy or just me. Enjoy likes rolling in. Let child play and roam for a little bit. 9am rolls around. Gather child in arms and guide dogs out into the back yard. Thankful neighbors do not have their dogs out too. Go inside and portion out dog and cat food. Feed animals. Let child play a little more. He opts to stay in living room and play with stacking cups and fabric blocks. I view likes on video posted to facebook. Admire video some more and decide to count the amount of steps he takes. The answer is 10.

9:30, time for breakfast. Today will be a Yo Toddler organic strawberry banana yogurt/cereal blend cup. They’re pretty tasty. I wiggle the cup to get my son’s attention, then beckon him to follow me to the bedroom. He does, but he isn’t pleased to have to get there under his own momentum. I sit down in my computer chair while child stands off to my side, holding my leg. For some reason this is where we always eat breakfast, with him standing next to me while I sit. Nurse before giving him the yogurt cup. I spoon him his yogurt. He finishes, but shortly after crawls out the door way and spits some of it up. Spit up has become fairly uncommon, but still happens. My son has been a spitter since his first day home. Sit on the floor with him while he plays for a little bit more. Telltale poop sign, I hear him grunting and smell a stinky butt. Poop after breakfast is a 50/50 shot. It comes either post breakfast or lunch and tends to change after a week or so. This week it has been breakfast. Struggle to change diaper because he will not stop twisting. Pray I do not allow him to fling it everywhere. Achieve clean butt. More A&D. It is almost nap time at 10:30. He slept in a little bit today (normally he awakens at 7:30) and fear he will not nap easily. Throw his blankie over my shoulder and put on a lullaby on his simba sound machine. We sway together to the music simply to indicate “this will be nap time”. It is something we have done since he was about 4 months old. Place him down in the crib. Cover with his blankie. Crank mobile. Change lullaby to sea sounds and leave, with door slightly ajar. Sounds clear.

He does not fuss much at all. Hear the same fucking dog that gets left outside every day this week during nap time. Dog is loud and obnoxious. Hope he doesn’t wake my son up. Wonder why there are so many dog-ignoring assholes in my neighborhood. If I can hear your dog, so can you, stop sharing your problems with everyone in the neighborhood and take a little responsibility. Decide if I would like to nap or watch Futurama DVD commentaries from season 8. Opt for DVD. Get going. It’s around 10:50. Peak in on quiet child. To my horror he is just sitting there silently playing with his blanket. Leave and check again 10 minutes later. He has fallen asleep. Dog has been let back inside. DVD watching commences. Watch 3 remaining episodes. Son wakes up before I can watch special features. It’s 12:30. Immediately regret decision not to nap. I feel like shit.

So begins afternoon phase. If day with a baby were a roller coaster, this is the part right after the first hill. Everything leading up to this has been a slow and quiet ascent. Prepare for non stop action until bed time. I change his diaper and nurse him again. We have to get lunch ready. I slaved over a batch of zucchini quinoa Parmesan bites the night before. Place 2 on a plate with a wedge of avocado and open a cup of mandarin oranges. Drain and rinse, there’s too much sugar in the syrup. I read labels of everything I buy and wished fruit didn’t have to come in syrup or juice. WHY CAN’T THEY JUST USE WATER? Figure the rinsing helps. Split cup, half goes on his sectioned plate, half gets dumped in my mouth. I make an avocado grilled cheese for myself. Feel guilty that I feed my child healthy food though I’m addicted to comfort food. Say it’s for the best. Say it’s not really an issue, I’m slim anyway. Feel slightly less guilt. Unfortunately I can not recall what my son was doing while I was making lunch. I believe he was clinging to my leg and whining. Place food near high chair that was left in living room from night before. Snatch child, wash his hands, and grab a bib from his drawer. Sit him in his high chair and begin transferring bites of food from his dinosaur section plate that I got on clearance at Toys R Us to his tray. Juggle this with eating my sandwich. Watch @Midnight from the previous night on the DVR. This is a lunch time ritual for us, though he can’t see the TV. Finish lunch at the same time.

Decide whether or not to leave house today. Decide not to. Decide to fold basket of clothing washed the day before. Every Sunday is laundry day. I do all of my husband’s clothing in 1 load and my son’s and mine in another. I don’t understand the laundry piles other people speak of. I get it all done in one day. Folded husband’s yesterday, for some reason did not find time to fold second load until today. Folding clothes with a loose baby is an exercise in futility. Put on an episode of SNL from the DVR. It is the one where Kristen Wigg hosts. Not a huge fan of hers but I watch it anyway. Takes 4x as long to fold clothes since child crawls through piles, comes to pick folded items up/throw them behind him, picks unfolded items from basket and throws them behind him. While folding one pile he knocks over another. It’s one of my greatest frustrations. Finish folding somehow. Know that I can’t carry it all to his bedroom without leaving some behind. What gets left behind will be completely destroyed by the time I get back. Decide to try a bold strategy. Put son in his Baby Einstein jumper that I got on Craigslist for 20 dollars. He immediately screams and cries, something he does any time he is placed in a restraint of any kind, even one as fun as a jumper. I carry on with moving the folded clothes from the living room down the hall to son’s room. By the time I come back to grab more he is happily bouncing and vocalizing. Mimic his bouncing to his delight. Finish putting clothes away. Release child from bouncy prison.

Remember that son turns 1 tomorrow and I’ve been putting off getting my “free” insurance covered breast pump, since I had one gifted to me anyway and didn’t need a second one. Figure I can sell it on craigslist or ebay. Snicker at the thought of fraud. Reason that it’s not fraud and plenty of moms get them for free without ever intending to breastfeed. Google company I had heard of locally that does breast pumps. Get number and call them. Son has crawled into room and will not stop droning on with his signature yell. On hold a while. Retrieve wallet and insurance card. Lady finally picks up and has a thick southern accent. I imagine her to be overweight with short red hair for some reason. She asks me a series of questions, and doesn’t listen to the answers since I have to repeat myself several times. I walk from room to room to try and avoid my son’s droning. He follows and will not stop the noise. Puts me on hold again once hearing that my son turns one tomorrow and is not being born tomorrow (what she assumed despite me not phrasing it that way at all). Processes all my information, can’t find Dr. under her phone number I provided. I look up the number for the main office and give her that. She is able to find my Dr.’s information now. I wonder how stupid the system is to not have all office numbers available as a reference, what if I didn’t know any better? Assume woman on the phone is mentally challenged since she can’t listen. Assume she is misspelling everything I tell her despite using syntax like “A-B-F as in FRANK, so there is no confusion. Call ends. I know immediately nothing will get processed in time, and I know it’s 100% this woman’s fault. I don’t know who she is but I hate her and her whole family. Text husband’s aunt about his CPAP machine picking up the smell of our glade plug in. She owns and operates sleep clinics and is the reason we have the machine in the first place. Husband says the smell gives him headaches. I can barely smell the scent on his machine. Get a text back with vinegar cleaning instructions. Know that won’t really fix the problem but make a mental note to clean the machine later. Son has managed to empty at least 3 drawers of clothing. I’ll put it back later.

It is now close to 3pm. Son is droning on and on. Remember that the couch needs a new blanket covering since my husband stole the blanket that was originally there. He claims he sleeps better with it over the fuzzy blanket he normally sleeps with. Remember seeing perfect couch blanket at local store just this past weekend. Kick myself for not buying it then. Decide despite saying I would not leave the house today, I leave the house to get the blanket. Reason that I can be back by 4pm, just a short trip won’t be so bad. Get son in car. Realize I left wallet inside because I took it out to get the insurance card. Run back inside to find wallet. Can’t find it. Go back to car to get son since this will take longer than 30 seconds. Find wallet in dirty clothes basket. No idea how it got there. Wonder where insurance card is. It will turn up eventually. Put son back in car. Drive to store. Feels like an eternity, this drive seems longer than usual. Get to store, make B line for blankets find the one I remember seeing. 12.99 for twin, 14.99 for queen. 16.99 for king. Incorrectly think a king will be longer than my last blanket and opt for king. Store normally has a long line but today it’s not so bad. Blank expression on my face. I am exhausted. Buy blanket, leave store. Load child and take a slightly faster route home. Wonder why I didn’t take that way the first time. Home at 4:15. Jeep is indicating it needs gas. Next drivers problem.

Change diaper. Husband mentioned that I didn’t have to make dinner, he would eat left over chicken wings from the past weekend’s party for our son’s birthday. A nice gesture…but I still have to make dinner, just not for him. Lay down with son and nurse. It’s his nap option time. Ever since he was 9 months old he started rebelling against a second nap unless it was super close to bed time. I lay down with him around 4:30 every day and nurse. Maybe 10% of the time he will doze off. I still like giving him the option. It’s the only way he will lay still long enough to fall asleep in the afternoon. He does not take one today. Give up after 15 minutes. It’ s close to 5, time to start dinner. Decide to make turkey quinoa taco bake. It’s something we can eat off of for days. Let son into kitchen. He is still in a yelling/droning mood. He does this quite often for long periods of time. It’s just a phase I tell myself. He gets into literally everything. He has a drawer just for him of plastic spoons, spatulas, Tupperware, various things I decide to put in there for him. He empties it, and just about every other cabinet he can get his mitts on. Curse husband for procrastinating with installing cabinet locks. Instantly regret making taco bake, it takes forever. Thankfuly I cooked quinoa night before for zucchini parmesan bites. Son will not stop droning, and he has decided to empty the metal pans from under the oven. They are super loud and annoying. Brain hurts. Get to the part of recipe that calls for tomato sauce. Know I had 2 cans. Swear I only used 1 before. Can’t find second can. Go crazy looking for it. Concede it’s gone forever. Contemplate running to store nearby. Can not mentally handle leaving the house right now. Break down and use pizza sauce instead. Close enough. Combine ingredients and bake.

Feed child graham sticks and feel bad that dinner is taking so long. Take dogs out again. Neighbors dog it out unattended and barks at mine. I can not handle the noise anymore. Dogs finish up and we go inside. Have some time before taco bake is done. Throw frozen spinach in steam bag. Huge hunk breaks off in hand and scatters all over counter. Salvage what I can and sweep the rest onto ground for dogs. They refuse to eat it. Just leave it there. Wonder if steam bag is BPA free. Assume it is not. Feel guilty. Make mental note to email company. Remember I have to wash CPAP machine. Later. Get back to son’s room. Clothing is still all over the floor. Put it back, but not neatly. Reason that I’m planning on reorganizing drawers as soon as I get suitable vacuum seal bags. The ones I have now are garbage. Flop on floor while son crawls all over me. Google 12 month old portion sizes. Have misplaced fears of son becoming obese despite only being in the 18th percentile for weight. Find site that is all about the evils of baby food jars. Feel guilty. Taco bake is almost done, just needs foil off for 10 minutes. Scoop some out and put it on a plate to cool for son. Remember that new blanket needs to be washed before using it. Grab blanket and pillow from couch and put items in the washer downstairs. Come back upstairs. Get son ready for dinner. Take taco bake out of the oven and prepare a plate for myself. We sit down to eat. He eats whatever I put in front of him and never seems to get full. Throw chunks of spinach on his tray while I wolf down my tacos. We finish dinner. I take tray and plates to be cleaned.

Change into pajama pants. Find insurance card in the pocket from earlier. We sit down on the floor, but son is still in a droning mood. Put on SNL episode. It’s the best of Mike Myers. I’ve seen it 100 times. I guess I’ll make it 101. Flip through facebook. Enjoy likes and comments on video posted. See favorite band has posted a new song. But it’s not my son’s birthday my mind thinks. Oh duh, it is…basically. Knew band was releasing song on the 21st and pegged it to birthday. Couldn’t fathom birthday being tomorrow. I mute TV and listen to song. Song is by band with heavy Russian accents but I latch on to the chorus lyrics “you don’t have to be strong enough….”. Groove pretty hard. Feel instantly better. Decide to open Alphabet Train son got for his birthday. Needs wheels put on with screwdriver. Can’t handle that right now. Aint nobody got time for that. Play with it anyway. Place blocks in the top and they shoot out the back. Son sees me do it and he tries to do it himself. Proud mama.

It is close to 7pm bath time. I get his bath drawn and pour his “last” bottle of breastmilk. My supply has been tanking and I decided to give up pumping overnight to keep it up. Bottle is only 2oz. Get into tub with son. He dunked my phone yesterday, caused it to break for a few hours, but it’s fine now. For the first time ever he seems very disinterested in bath play and more interested in sucking on my boobs. I find it quite cute. Husband comes home from work and comes into bathroom to say hi. Laughs at son breastfeeding in the tub. I soap up his noggin and ask husband why the drain doesn’t work. I know the answer, I just want to indicate that I’m tired of it and need it fixed ASAP. I’m going to fix it this weekend, I promise. Our house needs a lot of repairs….a LOT. This feels like a small victory. We will see if it actually gets fixed though. Struggle to rinse noggin, there is no child on the planet that understands “tilt your head back”. It will always sound like a foreign language to them. Reach for Earths Best training toothpaste and finger brush. Child gets excited and licks his lips. The flavor is apple and pear and he apparently thinks it’s a treat. Tiny blob on brush and present to child, who opens his mouth like a baby bird. I scrub away at the 2 bottom teeth, get the entire mouth, and try to brush the one fang coming in up top. Wonder why my child’s top teeth are coming in out of order. Worry. Hand him washrag to “rinse”, he sucks water off of it. Husband goes to eat chicken wings. Get out of tub and towel myself off and get dressed. Grab child from tub and towel him off. Bring him over to the lightswitch. Turn the light off I ask. He reaches out, fiddles with the switch, and turns it off. Proud mama. We have been practicing the light turning off task since he was 6 months old. He completely understands it now.

Head to bedroom for jamies and diaper. Put on overnight diaper. Wonder if there’s really a difference between overnights and regular diapers that boast 12 hour protection. Decide it’s probably just a marketing scam. Decide not to buy anymore overnights when this pack is up. Remember CPAP needs to be cleaned. Do it later. Put on pajamas. Again curse pajamas for having too many snaps. Carry son to my bedroom for his final nurse. There won’t be much left since he sucked some out during bath time. We nurse anyway. When he won’t love on the bosom anymore I present the last bottle. He sucks it dry and won’t stop. I think he’s just in a sucking mood today. I snuggle him close to me and move into his bedroom. I turn on the overhead stars despite there being too much ambient light to see them. It’s a habit from winter time. We do not have darkening shades. Son whines a bit, but goes down quickly after the bedtime mantra I have said to him since his first nights alone in the crib at 6 weeks. Goodnight P, I love you, sleep tight, I’ll see you in the morning. Press same sound button as nap time on the simba sound soother on my way out. I don’t hear any complaints. It is 8pm.

Go back to my bedroom, where the lights are off and it’s much darker because of the shade tree outside the windows. Flop on bed. Remember CPAP needs cleaning. Do it later. Husband comes in in shirt and underwear saying he needs to take a shower. Flops down next to me anyway. We get to talking about my day, about his day. We both vent about stuff. I vent about dumb people on facebook, the obese 5 year old news story I read, how I try so hard to be a good mom that it drives me nuts. He vents about his workplace, mostly about how he tries to whip his crew of men into shape. There’s a reason my husband is their leader, he’s one of the best workers they have. Apparently most others are lazy good for nothings. Time flies in our discussion. I lay my leg over his without thinking. He pipes up “I really like it when you drape yourself over me, makes me feel like you actually want me, that you love me.” Feel guilty that I don’t show husband enough love. He has his flaws, there are days I want to claw his eyes out, but today is not one of them, because he is simply talking to me and letting me vent and not arguing. We talk until 8:40. I encourage him to take his shower. I know what husband would like and is in the mood for. Like 99% of the time, I am not in the mood. It’s something I wish I could fix, but I just don’t have the same drive I used to. Husband is a physical, touchy feely lover. If I don’t show him love in a physical way he gets very sad and pent up. Know what I have to do. Want to make him happy, just don’t want to be touchy. Husband finishes shower and lays on the couch silently. I was correct in my assumption. Spend some time with husband intimately. He is visibly happier. Mission accomplished. He retires to his mancave in the basement and I decide to take a hot bath and have a big chocolate chip cookie my mother brought me from Amish country. It is now 9:30.

Remember CPAP needs cleaning. Decide to bring jug of vinegar into bathroom with me. Disassemble CPAP and fill sink with vinegar and water. Dunk all parts and let them sit for 30 minutes in the solution. Watch some videos in the tub on my Galaxy Tab 2. Watch video about the obese 5 year old. Watch another video, a vice documentary about reborn babies. Totally get where these women are coming from. All the beauty and “fun” of a newborn with out all the bad parts. Get out of tub half way through to rinse and dry CPAP parts. They still have a scent to them, the scent was never bad to begin with. Get back into tub. Finish documentary. Husband comes in asking when I will be done because he has to poop. I tell him I’m done and start to get out. Dry off, get dressed. Put CPAP back together. Turn it on and let it air out a little. Get blanket from dryer. Put it on the couch. Have to fold some of it back because there’s too much fabric in the wrong place. Take dogs out for the last time. Brush and floss teeth. Lay in bed and watch a little TV. It’s around 11. Husband comes in. We go to sleep.

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