There was a song my cousin and I used to obsessively listen to when we were kids called he's my son. Back then we just thought it was a pretty song, but last night I heard it play over and over in my head. Especially the part that says "Can you hear me? Am I getting through tonight? Can you see him? Can you make him feel alright? If you can hear me, let me take his place somehow. See he's not just anyone, he's my son."
I was hit with some crap on Monday, we've been calling it the death flu around here. It literally knocked me on my ass and I could not move. Didn't want to eat, didn't want to sleep, just wanted to lay there and moan. I thought it was horrible.
Until Cayden caught it. Realistically I knew that he would eventually be alright, but Cayden's never really been sick before. He's had bouts of weirdness where he would spike a low fever, or just seem cranky, but he's only had one diagnosable illness, which was an ear infection, and it never affected him like this.
Originally, Eli was the one I was worried about. He and Cayden were both running low grade fevers, but Cayden was still running around like a madman, where as all Eli wanted to do was sleep. I also figured Eli's immune system was weaker than Cayden's, and if he was hit with something, it would hit him harder.
Then Cayden laid down on me on the couch and fell asleep - something he hasn't done in a year or longer. The boy is too busy to cuddle anymore. Then I worried a little - but he got right back up when he woke and went back to terrorizing. Then right before bed, he followed me into the kitchen where I was cleaning bottles and stood in the middle of the floor and just started to cry.
It broke my heart. I knew exactly what he was was feeling, but I knew he didn't understand why he was feeling so bad, and I knew he expected me to make him better - and I knew I couldn't. I did what I could. We put him in our bed to keep an eye on him. I gave him sprite (forbidden soda) to help his push fluids and give him a treat. I turned Cartoons on the TV and ran the humidifier and just cuddled with him until he fell asleep. Then his fever spiked and I had to do all sorts of horrible things to him to get it down - force feed him medicine (which made him cry and cough until he choked) put him in a lukewarm tub (which, again, brought on the tears) and keep wiping him down with a cool cloth. He still wanted his Mommy though, and he was still so very sweet - saying thank you after we gave him a drink of water, or reaching for my hand while I held his sweaty body.
His breathing really scared me. I'd listen to it rasp and see his little chest go too far in and I wanted so badly to fix it right then and there. We opted to wait until the doctor's office opened because with Eli we sat in the ER for 6 hours - and by then the office would be open. We could keep him a lot more comfortable at home. But it was hard - you just want to fix it. And you can't.
He has croup and an ear infection. And after two steroid shots Mommy's little tough guy seems to be bouncing back quite well. But I hope his immune system holds up, because I don't ever want to have to go through that again - and not because I was tired. Seeing him like that... It was really scary.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
This is Cayden's post, but I do want to say that Eli still isn't doing great with the reflux. He isn't spitting up as much, but now he's having other issues that I'm pretty sure are still reflux related... It's just a mess and my dream of having a baby that sleeps well has gone up and smoke - and I'd be OK with that if Eli wasn't in pain. That sucks.
Moving on to the promised Cayden post... My son? Hilarious. It's really not always a good thing, because sometimes when he's acting up, we laugh because it's just so funny - and then it sends the wrong message and encourages him.
He's starting to repeat things we say. That's not always a good thing, as Jer and I both have a potty mouth. One morning Jeremy said damnit in front of Cayden, and the next thing I knew, Cayden had dropped something and said "I dropped it, damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit."
Funny, but not the type of thing I want my two year old to go around saying.
However, today Jeremy was on the phone talking to someone, and Cayden held a hot wheel to his ear like it was a phone and just repeated everything Jeremy said "my name is Jeremy. OK. Thank you, bye bye!"
We're also working on potty training (which is going pretty well, except for poop. He's pooped in the potty once. He's pooped on the kitchen floor, in his diaper at nap time, in his undies, in his pants, on his bed, and today ALL over his bedroom floor.) Anyway, today he was on the potty and Eli started fussy. He yells "Hold on Eli, I peeing!"
Just every day things come out of his mouth, and I have no idea where he learned them from. And like I said, he cracks me up EVERY day over something he says or does. Yesterday my sister came over and was hanging out with him in his room. I went in there, and the second I walked through the door he said "shut the door!" (yes, he is a bossy guy) so I walked in and shut the door. Nope, he did not want me in there: "Bye bye Mommy! Mommy, get out!"
Yup. Thanks kid, I'll remember that next time you ask me for a juice.
He also LOVES to say "Do it again" when he thinks something you do is funny - most of the time it's something you can do again, like tickle him or make a funny noise. But one day Jeremy trip, and Cayden CRACKED up and went "Do it again Daddy! Do it again!"
He has a firetruck bed, and the bed has a light in the top - but the batteries ran out and so the light doesn't work. He looked at my sister and said "Mew mew broken. You got batteries?"
Again, don't know where the kid learns this stuff. On one hand I love this age, because they are so hilarious, but on the other hand... The temper tantrums... Oh my. They come on so quickly and are so... Violent. Yelling and crying and screaming and throwing things it just happens so fast and over the littlest stuff and then it's over and he's hugs and giggles.
It's an interesting age to say the least. We have his first dentist appointment on Friday, and that's crazy to me.
And here are some pictures:
He and Eli look like twins while they're sleeping
Helping me bake my Mom's birthday cake
Go Bucks!
His favorite Christmas present
ha, I call this one for the blackmail bank
Dino Cayden... Or Cayden in the midst of a temper tantrum.
Moving on to the promised Cayden post... My son? Hilarious. It's really not always a good thing, because sometimes when he's acting up, we laugh because it's just so funny - and then it sends the wrong message and encourages him.
He's starting to repeat things we say. That's not always a good thing, as Jer and I both have a potty mouth. One morning Jeremy said damnit in front of Cayden, and the next thing I knew, Cayden had dropped something and said "I dropped it, damnit. Damnit, damnit, damnit."
Funny, but not the type of thing I want my two year old to go around saying.
However, today Jeremy was on the phone talking to someone, and Cayden held a hot wheel to his ear like it was a phone and just repeated everything Jeremy said "my name is Jeremy. OK. Thank you, bye bye!"
We're also working on potty training (which is going pretty well, except for poop. He's pooped in the potty once. He's pooped on the kitchen floor, in his diaper at nap time, in his undies, in his pants, on his bed, and today ALL over his bedroom floor.) Anyway, today he was on the potty and Eli started fussy. He yells "Hold on Eli, I peeing!"
Just every day things come out of his mouth, and I have no idea where he learned them from. And like I said, he cracks me up EVERY day over something he says or does. Yesterday my sister came over and was hanging out with him in his room. I went in there, and the second I walked through the door he said "shut the door!" (yes, he is a bossy guy) so I walked in and shut the door. Nope, he did not want me in there: "Bye bye Mommy! Mommy, get out!"
Yup. Thanks kid, I'll remember that next time you ask me for a juice.
He also LOVES to say "Do it again" when he thinks something you do is funny - most of the time it's something you can do again, like tickle him or make a funny noise. But one day Jeremy trip, and Cayden CRACKED up and went "Do it again Daddy! Do it again!"
He has a firetruck bed, and the bed has a light in the top - but the batteries ran out and so the light doesn't work. He looked at my sister and said "Mew mew broken. You got batteries?"
Again, don't know where the kid learns this stuff. On one hand I love this age, because they are so hilarious, but on the other hand... The temper tantrums... Oh my. They come on so quickly and are so... Violent. Yelling and crying and screaming and throwing things it just happens so fast and over the littlest stuff and then it's over and he's hugs and giggles.
It's an interesting age to say the least. We have his first dentist appointment on Friday, and that's crazy to me.
And here are some pictures:
He and Eli look like twins while they're sleeping
Helping me bake my Mom's birthday cake
Go Bucks!
His favorite Christmas present
ha, I call this one for the blackmail bank
Dino Cayden... Or Cayden in the midst of a temper tantrum.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I hate doctors
Not all doctors. But most of them.
Yesterday morning was insanely frustrating - we were there for about 6 to 6 and a half hours. It took us four hours just to get back into a room. Part of it I understand - it was a weekend, and the only Children's ER for many areas, including all of Columbus and the surrounding suburbs. I knew when we walked in and saw how busy it was that it would take awhile. But I do have to say, after watching the doctors there... They moved kind of slow. And that was annoying - especially when it came to the lab tech who had to draw blood from Eli's foot and took freaking 10 minutes to do so while Eli was screaming his poor little head off. The first doctor we saw was also very odd. He was nice, but he made way too much small talk about the oddest things, and I don't know if he was tired or what, but he would sit there and just kind of look at us and there would be a long awkward pause. It was just... Very awkward, and very annoying - I wanted to find out what was wrong and go home.
What did they tell me after being there for that long? That there's nothing wrong with him. They blamed his reflux and told me to call my pediatrician to be seen.
I hate doctors. Not just because I sat in an ER exposing my newborn to all kinds of random germs to be told there's nothing wrong, but also because while they were telling me nothing was wrong, they made me feel like an over reacting idiot, and I HATE that. I don't feel like I'm an over reactor when it comes to kids. Sure, I worry - what mother doesn't? But when my son falls down I am not the Mom who runs right over and picks him up and makes a big fuss. I'm not saying BEING that type of Mom is wrong, but I'm the type to wait for Cayden's cues - if he stays on the ground or cries, I go over to him. But I watch first, and usually he picks himself up and dusts himself off and is fine. I'm sure this sounds horrible to some Mom's, but I think a lot of kids cry because their parent's freak out and THAT'S what scares them. Don't get me wrong - there have been times where Cayden has taken a fall and I gasp and start to get up because MAN that looked nasty, but again, 9 times out of 10, he gets up and is all smiles.
My point in that is that I don't rush off to the doctor or the ER at every little sniffle. I didn't want to go in last night (What person in their right mind wants to head out to the ER at 1:30 in the morning?) But I knew Eli's reflux pattern, I've been dealing with it for weeks now, and I'm sorry, this wasn't normal. He's never spit up this much, this fast, and this violent before. And every feeding he's eaten? That's not normal either.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they didn't find anything wrong, but just because they didn't find anything, doesn't mean I'm a crazy over reactor, and it doesn't mean that there isn't anything wrong. He could have very well had a stomach bug that they couldn't test for. And I just feel like doctors, for the most part, are quick to make you feel stupid when THEY can't find anything wrong. I think that's what makes people doubt their own bodies, but I know my body, and I like to think I know my children's bodies pretty well.
I just wish at the end of the night rather than questioning me on why I decided to bring him in, or telling me it was no big deal,and basically blowing off every question I have, they could have said something like "It can be very scary when your new baby throws up that much, but it doesn't look like there's anything seriously wrong with him. It could be his reflux, or a random bug."
I dunno. There supposed to be somewhere in the top 10 for children's hospitals (I believe in the top 5, actually), and the first doctor was spouting off about how they were the number 4 children's ER and like the 3rd busiest ER or some bullshit... I just figured they would know how to be reassuring to parents. And instead of wasting time by making stupid small talk about CSI, I wish they would have taken that time and been a little more reassuring.
Maybe it's not a doctors job anymore.
But anyway, they can't find anything wrong with Eli. He's continuing to spit up today, but it is a lot less, and he didn't seem to have reflux tonight, so... I dunno. We have a doctors appointment on Monday, and if he keeps being OK I guess the only question I have is what to do about his formula.
I need to make myself go to sleep. It's 4 AM and I'm still up because Jeremy and I napped in shifts today and it's just thrown my whole sleeping schedule for a loop.
Yesterday morning was insanely frustrating - we were there for about 6 to 6 and a half hours. It took us four hours just to get back into a room. Part of it I understand - it was a weekend, and the only Children's ER for many areas, including all of Columbus and the surrounding suburbs. I knew when we walked in and saw how busy it was that it would take awhile. But I do have to say, after watching the doctors there... They moved kind of slow. And that was annoying - especially when it came to the lab tech who had to draw blood from Eli's foot and took freaking 10 minutes to do so while Eli was screaming his poor little head off. The first doctor we saw was also very odd. He was nice, but he made way too much small talk about the oddest things, and I don't know if he was tired or what, but he would sit there and just kind of look at us and there would be a long awkward pause. It was just... Very awkward, and very annoying - I wanted to find out what was wrong and go home.
What did they tell me after being there for that long? That there's nothing wrong with him. They blamed his reflux and told me to call my pediatrician to be seen.
I hate doctors. Not just because I sat in an ER exposing my newborn to all kinds of random germs to be told there's nothing wrong, but also because while they were telling me nothing was wrong, they made me feel like an over reacting idiot, and I HATE that. I don't feel like I'm an over reactor when it comes to kids. Sure, I worry - what mother doesn't? But when my son falls down I am not the Mom who runs right over and picks him up and makes a big fuss. I'm not saying BEING that type of Mom is wrong, but I'm the type to wait for Cayden's cues - if he stays on the ground or cries, I go over to him. But I watch first, and usually he picks himself up and dusts himself off and is fine. I'm sure this sounds horrible to some Mom's, but I think a lot of kids cry because their parent's freak out and THAT'S what scares them. Don't get me wrong - there have been times where Cayden has taken a fall and I gasp and start to get up because MAN that looked nasty, but again, 9 times out of 10, he gets up and is all smiles.
My point in that is that I don't rush off to the doctor or the ER at every little sniffle. I didn't want to go in last night (What person in their right mind wants to head out to the ER at 1:30 in the morning?) But I knew Eli's reflux pattern, I've been dealing with it for weeks now, and I'm sorry, this wasn't normal. He's never spit up this much, this fast, and this violent before. And every feeding he's eaten? That's not normal either.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they didn't find anything wrong, but just because they didn't find anything, doesn't mean I'm a crazy over reactor, and it doesn't mean that there isn't anything wrong. He could have very well had a stomach bug that they couldn't test for. And I just feel like doctors, for the most part, are quick to make you feel stupid when THEY can't find anything wrong. I think that's what makes people doubt their own bodies, but I know my body, and I like to think I know my children's bodies pretty well.
I just wish at the end of the night rather than questioning me on why I decided to bring him in, or telling me it was no big deal,and basically blowing off every question I have, they could have said something like "It can be very scary when your new baby throws up that much, but it doesn't look like there's anything seriously wrong with him. It could be his reflux, or a random bug."
I dunno. There supposed to be somewhere in the top 10 for children's hospitals (I believe in the top 5, actually), and the first doctor was spouting off about how they were the number 4 children's ER and like the 3rd busiest ER or some bullshit... I just figured they would know how to be reassuring to parents. And instead of wasting time by making stupid small talk about CSI, I wish they would have taken that time and been a little more reassuring.
Maybe it's not a doctors job anymore.
But anyway, they can't find anything wrong with Eli. He's continuing to spit up today, but it is a lot less, and he didn't seem to have reflux tonight, so... I dunno. We have a doctors appointment on Monday, and if he keeps being OK I guess the only question I have is what to do about his formula.
I need to make myself go to sleep. It's 4 AM and I'm still up because Jeremy and I napped in shifts today and it's just thrown my whole sleeping schedule for a loop.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Date night...
I'm writing this on my laptop in a special parents room in the E.R at 3:10 AM. Sounds fantastic, doesn't it?
I know I said the next post would be all about Cayden, and while I do plan on dedicating a blog to my older baby, this one goes once again to the younger one.
For Christmas, my Mom bought Jeremy and I this ticket package to the Columbus Blue Jackets (for those of you who don't know, that's hockey.) Part of the gift was that she agreed to watch both kids. I was nervous about leaving her alone with both of them, but she was pretty insistent, and let's face it - Jeremy and I haven't been alone together in a very long time - let alone out and alone together. I was pretty desperate to go. I mean my Mom raised 3 kids, we were all closer in age than Eli and Cayden (my sister is the oldest, I'm the youngest, and Eli and Cayden are only slightly closer in age than we are.) She could deal, right? So I ignored the fact that my Mom is a lot older than she used to be, and we went out.
Things went OK. When we came home Cayden was still awake (at 11 o'clock!) and things were fine... Other than the fact that Eli had spit up while we were gone - so much that he choked on his own spit up and turned a different color, and Mom had to clear him out. Freaky, but honestly the spit up thing is a daily thing with Eli - it's never been so bad he's choked on it before, but hey, first time for anything, right? So I decided to keep an eye on him after feedings and chalk it up to reflux.
Jeremy sat down to feed him a bottle before bed. The second he takes the bottle out of Eli's mouth, Eli vomits all of it back up. That worried me a little - he's never spit up that quickly before, and while it's usually a decent amount of spit up, it really looked like he pretty much vomited it ALL up - which it's never been THAT much before.
This time I blame the formula. We're mainly breastfeeding but since Eli won't take it from the source, I have to pump. Most days I can't pump what he needs, so we usually end up giving him one bottle of formula. Eli always does worse on formula, and we had been playing with his formula to see if another type will work better. Similac regular does the worse - it makes him SUPER gassy and super spit up-y. So then we changed to Similac Sensitive, which he did better on, but there was still enough spit up to think it wasn't the winner. We thought maybe he's lactose intolerant as well as reflux-y, so we changed to the soy stuff. Jeremy had given him a bottle of the soy stuff in the morning with no reaction from him, but hey, maybe he developed a reaction.
So I go to my room to pump because Eli still wants to eat and I don't want to give him formula and have the same result. I pump a little and put it into a bottle for Jeremy to feed him while I finish pumping because Eli was hungry. Finish pumping like 5 minutes later and give Eli the rest of it. The kid doesn't even finish eating and starts to throw it back up, and it was projectile - shot all over me.
He's spit up with breast milk before. But it's never been that bad. And, he's had his spit up night, but the amount he was spitting up was just insane.
So we call the pediatrician. She tells us to go to the ER. Which we are now sitting in, and I will probably still be sitting in until Eli hits his first birthday.
So, if for some reason you're awake and reading this, please pray. Pray that our little beeper thing beeps (that means our room is ready) and pray that they find nothing wrong with Eli (in which case I'll be irritated that I waited this long, but still so very happy that my little guy is fine.)
I know I said the next post would be all about Cayden, and while I do plan on dedicating a blog to my older baby, this one goes once again to the younger one.
For Christmas, my Mom bought Jeremy and I this ticket package to the Columbus Blue Jackets (for those of you who don't know, that's hockey.) Part of the gift was that she agreed to watch both kids. I was nervous about leaving her alone with both of them, but she was pretty insistent, and let's face it - Jeremy and I haven't been alone together in a very long time - let alone out and alone together. I was pretty desperate to go. I mean my Mom raised 3 kids, we were all closer in age than Eli and Cayden (my sister is the oldest, I'm the youngest, and Eli and Cayden are only slightly closer in age than we are.) She could deal, right? So I ignored the fact that my Mom is a lot older than she used to be, and we went out.
Things went OK. When we came home Cayden was still awake (at 11 o'clock!) and things were fine... Other than the fact that Eli had spit up while we were gone - so much that he choked on his own spit up and turned a different color, and Mom had to clear him out. Freaky, but honestly the spit up thing is a daily thing with Eli - it's never been so bad he's choked on it before, but hey, first time for anything, right? So I decided to keep an eye on him after feedings and chalk it up to reflux.
Jeremy sat down to feed him a bottle before bed. The second he takes the bottle out of Eli's mouth, Eli vomits all of it back up. That worried me a little - he's never spit up that quickly before, and while it's usually a decent amount of spit up, it really looked like he pretty much vomited it ALL up - which it's never been THAT much before.
This time I blame the formula. We're mainly breastfeeding but since Eli won't take it from the source, I have to pump. Most days I can't pump what he needs, so we usually end up giving him one bottle of formula. Eli always does worse on formula, and we had been playing with his formula to see if another type will work better. Similac regular does the worse - it makes him SUPER gassy and super spit up-y. So then we changed to Similac Sensitive, which he did better on, but there was still enough spit up to think it wasn't the winner. We thought maybe he's lactose intolerant as well as reflux-y, so we changed to the soy stuff. Jeremy had given him a bottle of the soy stuff in the morning with no reaction from him, but hey, maybe he developed a reaction.
So I go to my room to pump because Eli still wants to eat and I don't want to give him formula and have the same result. I pump a little and put it into a bottle for Jeremy to feed him while I finish pumping because Eli was hungry. Finish pumping like 5 minutes later and give Eli the rest of it. The kid doesn't even finish eating and starts to throw it back up, and it was projectile - shot all over me.
He's spit up with breast milk before. But it's never been that bad. And, he's had his spit up night, but the amount he was spitting up was just insane.
So we call the pediatrician. She tells us to go to the ER. Which we are now sitting in, and I will probably still be sitting in until Eli hits his first birthday.
So, if for some reason you're awake and reading this, please pray. Pray that our little beeper thing beeps (that means our room is ready) and pray that they find nothing wrong with Eli (in which case I'll be irritated that I waited this long, but still so very happy that my little guy is fine.)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Poor baby
It's been a trying couple of weeks. As I stated before, when one kid sleeps well, the other doesn't. Then I was sick. Then I was feeling better but got hit with some other stuff. Then I started to feel better and it seemed that Cayden was coming down with something - the way he was talking you could tell his throat hurt, and we thought he was getting an ear infection. And then it just went away, but now something seemed off with Eli and sure enough, he's been diagnosed with reflux.
I can't say I love every minute of my new life. It's tiring, it's hectic, and sometimes I get frustrated or fed up. But I love my boys. Cayden, as frustrating as he can be, cracks me up every day. I literally laugh every day because of him, and I mean... A lot of people can't say that they laugh once a day. I'm so lucky. And Eli... Well, how can you not love a newborn? They're so new and innocent, and while exhausting you just want to protect them with every ounce that's in you.
Which is why this whole reflux deal sucks REALLY bad. He's hurting. You can tell he's hurting and he's hurting because he eats - which, he has to do. And he lets out the most pathetic cry, and what can I do? A whole lot of nothing. I've become a walking spit up rag, dispenser of medicine that can take a week to kick in and makes him cry when he takes it (the doctor said it tastes horrible.) I've done everything I can to try to make it hurt less: I make sure he eats sitting up. He sleeps inclined. But I mean, that's it. I wait for the medicine can kick in.
It stinks too, because he actually seems to do better on breastmilk (which, from what I read babies usually do better on formula.) But when we give Eli formula, he seems to get upset. Which, makes me feel like a total failure when I can't produce enough and have to give him formula. We've switched over to sensitive, which seems to help with his insane gas, but he still vomits. I'm wondering if we should now try a soy based thing, because maybe on top of his reflux he's also lactose intolerant? I don't know. Again, all I know is I want to protect him and I can't. He's hurting and I can't do anything about it.
Alright. my laptop is going to die, and I should be sleeping, because for once all of my kids are sleeping (though it is time to wake Eli for his wonderful medicine, yay!) but I thought I'd leave you guys with some pictures, since it's been awhile.
Next time I would like to dedicate a post to Cayden, and all the hilarious things he's done lately.
Oh, did I mention during all this craziness we're also potty training? Awesome.
I can't say I love every minute of my new life. It's tiring, it's hectic, and sometimes I get frustrated or fed up. But I love my boys. Cayden, as frustrating as he can be, cracks me up every day. I literally laugh every day because of him, and I mean... A lot of people can't say that they laugh once a day. I'm so lucky. And Eli... Well, how can you not love a newborn? They're so new and innocent, and while exhausting you just want to protect them with every ounce that's in you.
Which is why this whole reflux deal sucks REALLY bad. He's hurting. You can tell he's hurting and he's hurting because he eats - which, he has to do. And he lets out the most pathetic cry, and what can I do? A whole lot of nothing. I've become a walking spit up rag, dispenser of medicine that can take a week to kick in and makes him cry when he takes it (the doctor said it tastes horrible.) I've done everything I can to try to make it hurt less: I make sure he eats sitting up. He sleeps inclined. But I mean, that's it. I wait for the medicine can kick in.
It stinks too, because he actually seems to do better on breastmilk (which, from what I read babies usually do better on formula.) But when we give Eli formula, he seems to get upset. Which, makes me feel like a total failure when I can't produce enough and have to give him formula. We've switched over to sensitive, which seems to help with his insane gas, but he still vomits. I'm wondering if we should now try a soy based thing, because maybe on top of his reflux he's also lactose intolerant? I don't know. Again, all I know is I want to protect him and I can't. He's hurting and I can't do anything about it.
Alright. my laptop is going to die, and I should be sleeping, because for once all of my kids are sleeping (though it is time to wake Eli for his wonderful medicine, yay!) but I thought I'd leave you guys with some pictures, since it's been awhile.
Next time I would like to dedicate a post to Cayden, and all the hilarious things he's done lately.
Oh, did I mention during all this craziness we're also potty training? Awesome.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
New years...
To be honest, our new years eve kinda blew. But... I expected that. We weren't going out, I was tired and getting over a cold, and I couldn't even really drink at home since I'm breastfeeding. (I did have one glass of lambiq, and we toasted at midnight with a sip of champagne that was the grossest champagne I've ever had. And for anyone who gives me grief about drinking and breastfeeding - check out le lech's website, because it's safe if you moderate yourself - and I had the one glass at 4 in the afternoon and the sip at midnight.)
I have started my diet again, and I'm not doing so hot. It's just really hard to stick to this go around, but I'm really going to start giving it my all. I'm hoping to find time to work out. When, I don't know.
Resolutions always seem to leave a bad taste in people's mouths, mainly because they get broken so easily. So... I have goals.
1.) Be a better mom - I think I'm a pretty decent Mom when it comes to my kids, but when it comes to the more organizational side of being a mom (if that makes sense) I suck. I'm bad at cleaning, I'm horrible at being organized, I suck at keep schedules. I think we need to do this, especially with two kids. Plus, I'm hoping managing my time better will give me more time to be consistant with both blogs.
2.) Lose weight. This was my goal last year, and I lost 40 lbs. When I ended up pregnant I pretty much gained it all back, BUT 5 weeks post partum and doing practically nothing I'm down about 20 lbs. So. Hopefully starting this whole diet/exercise dealio will help me take more off.
That's pretty much it. Right now my resolution is to stop getting sick. I got over my cold and I know have... Uh, bathroom issues.
I have started my diet again, and I'm not doing so hot. It's just really hard to stick to this go around, but I'm really going to start giving it my all. I'm hoping to find time to work out. When, I don't know.
Resolutions always seem to leave a bad taste in people's mouths, mainly because they get broken so easily. So... I have goals.
1.) Be a better mom - I think I'm a pretty decent Mom when it comes to my kids, but when it comes to the more organizational side of being a mom (if that makes sense) I suck. I'm bad at cleaning, I'm horrible at being organized, I suck at keep schedules. I think we need to do this, especially with two kids. Plus, I'm hoping managing my time better will give me more time to be consistant with both blogs.
2.) Lose weight. This was my goal last year, and I lost 40 lbs. When I ended up pregnant I pretty much gained it all back, BUT 5 weeks post partum and doing practically nothing I'm down about 20 lbs. So. Hopefully starting this whole diet/exercise dealio will help me take more off.
That's pretty much it. Right now my resolution is to stop getting sick. I got over my cold and I know have... Uh, bathroom issues.
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