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Please Standby…

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I love traveling! I love going to the airport and flying somewhere! I usually fly to visit my family several provinces away, or go on vacation!  How fun is that!??  Well we wanted to fly to see my family but sadly it was too expensive.  Fortunately, an amazing friend of mine gave me buddy passes to use.  The catch with this is that you have to fly standby.  That’s OK.  My friend can check the flights ahead of time and see if there is room on the flights.  We’d just pick wisely and everything would be OK.  Mr. Deaner had some reservation about this – he absolutely would have to make it back for work and showed some concern.  “What if all the flights are full and I can’t make it back in time?”  I assured him it would be fine.

So this was going to be our first time flying with baby Dino.  I was nervous about this.  First, Mr. Deaner and I pack heavy.  We always take a suitcase each and it is almost always at the maximum weight allowed!  Now we have to pack all of little Dino’s stuff with our stuff!!  Second, what if we’re that couple with the non-stop screaming baby?  Granted, this is not in his character, but knowing our luck, he would choose this exact time to wail for four hours in a small boxed-in area.  Third, this was the last flight of the day, so if it was too full, we would have to try again the next day.  Gulp.

Departure day came, we made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare and believe it or not, I managed to pack all of my items and little Dino’s into one suitcase with 5 pounds to spare!  Woot! Things are looking up! I mean this is unheard of!  This kid has stuff – and I mean a LOT of stuff!  Next item to tackle: getting on our intended flight!  We checked in and were anxiously waiting at the gate to find out if we made it on.  While we waited, Mr. Deaner got us a coffee to drink while we wait.  Guess what!? we got seats!!!! this is great!  Things are looking good!!!  Now we’re waiting for the pre-boarding announcement.  Next thing you know, I look at Mr. D and he has coffee spilled all down his shirt and pants.  Not only did he manage to get it all over him but little Dino looked like he had brown slippers on – his footsies were covered.  They were both a mess.  Mr. D gets up to go and clean himself off in the men’s room.  He wasn’t even at the bathroom when we hear the pre-boarding announcement.  Great!  by the time he got back, everyone was boarding.  That’s ok.  What I failed to mention is that when you fly with buddy passes, there is a dress code since you are representing that flight company.  Ummm how are we going to pass with Mr. D’s huge spill!??  Apparently, they didn’t notice (or care) so we made it on.  Phew!

I’ll make a short story shorter, the flight was great.  Little Dino barely cried at all and at the end of the flight when we were getting off, a few people said they didn’t even know a baby was on board! Woot! Way to go Little D!  You’re a star.

Four days later, Mr. D was going to fly back on his own to go back to work.  The day before, my friend checked his flight and there were 30 seats still available.  He would be getting on the flight no problem.  We had our usual chaotic procedure of getting everything ready and scrambling to get him to the airport on time.  We get to the counter to check his bags in and the attendant says, “ya, I don’t think you’ll be making it on this flight.”  I’m like “haha, you’re kidding right?” In my head I’m thinking, “there are tons of seats, what a little joker.  She explains that the flight before this one was canceled and all the people were being bumped on to the following flights”.  Oh no! this can’t be happening!  Mr. D HAS to get back or he’ll kill me for making him fly standby.  We were told that the best thing to do was to wait and see if he can get on the next flight.  There was no point for us to wait with him at the airport, since he had to go past security to the gate.  So we went home to wait for an update.

A little while later, I get a call from Mr. D saying there is no way he’s getting on the next flight – its full and he’s going to try to BUY a seat.  Oh man! We can’t afford this but if he has to get back to work, what can we do?  He goes to inquire and finds out there is ONE seat left.  Because it is the last seat, it is at the highest possible price!  While he was discussing this with the person at the counter, it sold! right before their very eyes.  (THANK GOD!) Who in their right mind would pay that amount – someone more desperate than Mr. D I guess.  Since he wasn’t getting on the next flight, and the following flights were 5 hours later, we went back to the airport to bring him home.  I was on the phone with the flight company to see what flight he had the best chances of getting on.  We were given an option that looked good so a few hours later, we took Mr. D back to the airport and said we’d wait to hear from him to see if he made it on.  If he didn’t get on this flight, he was just going to try again the next day.  We sit and wait, and wait, and wait.  Finally, I get a text from him saying he would have gotten on but he couldn’t find his photo ID so they wouldn’t let him on!  WHAT!???  ARE YOU FREAKIN’ KIDDING ME!??  I lost it at this point!  A minute later, I got another text saying ha ha, just kidding.  I’m in!  My husband is working on timing for jokes.  Long story short, he made it home safe and sound.

A week and a half later, it was my turn to fly home.  I wasn’t nervous about getting on a flight because I was flexible.  I was nervous, however, about flying on my own with Little D.  There would be no one to share the embarrassment if little D screamed, and no one to help with bags and folding up the stroller etc.  As I mentioned earlier, it’s usually last minute chaos on the day we’re leaving.  For some reason, we’re always running late.  Well not this time, I took my time and packed everything up and we were just going to sit and relax for a bit before we left.  My friend had checked the day before and there were 40 seats open on my flight so we’re fine!  While I was sitting around, I noticed a call coming through on my cell.  it was my friend.  She tells me that she happened to be checking my flight and she couldn’t find it.  IT HAD BEEN CANCELLED!  is this a joke!???  Oh my goodness!  I kid you not people, this is true.  She tells me the best option, if I want to leave that day, is to catch the flight before it because there are tons of seats still.  (I guess no one else knew the flight was cancelled yet)  Before I can run to the airport, I have to officially change my standby ticket on the phone.  I don’t have a lot of time! I call and the wait time is 30 minutes!!! oh man.  I eventually get through and they change me to the flight before which looks very open!  but the system wouldn’t transfer little D onto my ticket.  The system was giving them trouble and I kept getting put on hold while they tried to resolve this.  Are you kidding me!? I’m not going to make it in time for this flight and there is no point in trying for the one after because everyone would be bumped from the canceled flight and it would be full.  I know I said I was flexible for when I left but Mr. D really missed us and if we didn’t catch this flight, we wouldn’t be able to fly for a couple days because the flights were full!

They eventually resolve the issue and we boot it to the airport only to find my flight is delayed 20 minutes! Yay because I have more time, Boo! because more people might realize their flight was canceled and get on this one.  Well while I was checking in my luggage, the lady was soooo sweet and gave me an actual seat because there were lots of seats available and she knows how difficult it is flying standby with a baby!  WOW!!! How amazing is she!?  Thank you!   Now all I had to do was survive the flight with Little D.

We pre-boarded and I took the time to get his bottles ready, his wipes, his toys and all the other things he might need.

Little Dino’s stuff.

He was amazing and didn’t give me any trouble at all.  As we got closer to preparing for the descent, I changed his cute little bum and was ready for landing.  As the plane is about to land, don’t I feel that all-too familiar vibration in little D’s bum?

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Then I felt it again, and again and again.  Yo peeps, this was not a fart.  This was the real thing!  Oh crap! (Pun intended)  Then came the scent.  oh crap. oh crap.  Then, you guessed it – came the leak.  It exploded up his back and was coming through.  Yes, a little got on my pants!  As soon as the seat belt sign was off, I squeezed myself through people in the aisle to get to the bathroom and change him.  I had to hold him from under his arms and away from me so his backside didn’t rub on my clothes! ha ha  anyways, we got him changed and cleaned up so he could meet his daddy.

So not only was this my first flight with a baby but my first time to fly STANDBY which just happened to be with my baby.

Times have changed.

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My family lives far away and I  love to visit them –  it’s never long enough!  Back in the day, whenever I’d go home, I’d have quite the welcome!  My niece and nephew would run and give me hugs and kisses and wouldn’t want to leave my side!  My parents would make my favourite meals and just pamper me and I LOVED every second of it!

Then I married Mr. D.  All of a sudden, my niece and nephew would run to Mr. D instead of me.  It was Mr. D’s favourite meals and some of mine that we’d eat and still a lot of pampering.

Now, times have changed!  I remember when I was preggers, everyone was always asking how I was doing and how I was feeling.  Someone told me that once the baby is born, no one will care about me and only the baby will get attention.  They weren’t kidding!!!  We recently flew home and my parents quickly pushed me aside with a ‘hello’ and were all over Little Dino!  My niece and nephew barely noticed us and were all over the baby as well.  ‘What are we? Chopped Liver?’  I’m not jealous of my little one, but hello!? I just flew all the way here. How about some lovin’???

Every morning we wake up (it’s not pretty) and we come downstairs.  I get a quick good morning and then every one focuses their attention on Little D.  They talk to him in baby voice trying to get his attention and adorable smiles and loving every second of it.  The person carrying the little fart machine is barely noticed.  Apparently, not only have I lost baby weight, I’ve become invisible!

Whenever I’d leave to fly back home, my mom would tear up (every time), my dad’s lip would quiver (but he wasn’t crying).  When Mr. D came along, I’d say the tears were equivalent for both of us.  My parents wouldn’t want us to leave and were dreading how long it would be before our next visit.  NOW, I’m being told to plan to leave alone and little D will be staying with grandma and grandpa.  WHAT!!??? I can leave!?  You used to beg me to stay longer and hated that I had to go back and now I can just go?  Just leave my little munchkin behind?  I wonder if they’ll give me a ride tomorrow or just tell me to take a cab!!  They might be too busy smuggling little D away from me.

It’s OK, I’m a mom now and I have to take the ‘behind the scenes’ role now.  I guess I’m just nothing.

Tomorrow, Little Dino and I are flying solo (get it? It’s literal!), Mr. D had to fly back early to go to work.  I’m sure I’ll have something to say about our adventures flying home on the next post.

NOTE:

My mom threatened to write a blog about me due to defamation of character. HA HA  My family has been awesome and have pampered all of us!  But Little D really does get all the attention! and they have threatened to kidnap him. That’s the truth!

I fear the worst…

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So here I am on a Monday morning, working on my grocery list that I started LAST Thursday!

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I think I might be done (ya before the week I’m planning for is over).  Now I just have to motivate myself to go out 🙂  You all know what I mean.  If I go out, I will actually have to change out of my PJ’s – which means I get to play ‘what fits me?’ again as I peruse all the clothes I used to wear before my belly stretched out in huge proportions and will never stuff back into my pants the same again.  I also will have to put on some make up – which takes time and can be a challenge while little Dino screams for affection, attention or food.  Oh! and the thinning rat’s nest I call ‘hair’ on the top of my head needs attention – there is no hope.  Man! I can just wear a baseball cap to deal with that but then I have to re-evaluate my outfit – it still has to match! come on! I still have some standards!

So I was thinking about some scary things – I touched on two above.  You may think they are silly but these are real, true, legitimate fears!  Don’t mock me.  I wonder if any of you are afraid of the same things?   By the way, I started this post yesterday, it is now Tuesday and no I was not able to motivate myself to do any groceries yesterday.  Back to my scary list.

1.  Going Bald

Moon Scape of Bald Head

Moon Scape of Bald Head (Photo credit: malehmann)

I mean – I heard women lose hair after having a baby but no one mentioned the mass clumps they come out in.  I do not joke!  I was washing my hair – yes a rare occasion these days – and my hands were literally covered in hair.  I had hair mitts! YES! Mittens made of my hair – with NO HOLES!  I wonder if I could somehow weave the hairs together and sell hair mitts? – they sure do keep you warm.  I know in the winter, the back of my neck stays warm with what used to be thick hair…why not hands too?  I guess I can always wear wigs – that would solve the washing my hair dilemma.

2.  Someone stealing little D from his room via his window

Yes, it might sound silly to you but I watch movies and TV and this is a very normal occurrence.  This was one of the reasons I struggled with putting little Dino in his own room.  The other day, there was a glitch with little D’s monitor, the screen froze.  (Yes, we have video monitors – Mr. D likes technology and toys 🙂 )  Anyways, I had already gotten little D from his crib and brought him back to my room, yet the monitor was still showing little D in his crib!  What?  then I thought I foiled a kidnapper’s plan to steal my precious little guy.  Listen people, they do this in the movies all the time.  You know when robbers are planning to break in to a heavily monitored building?  They freeze the monitors so that security guards THINK they are looking at empty hallways, when in fact, there is a major heist going on.  You see…so maybe a kidnapper froze our monitors so we would THINK little D was sleeping in his crib when in fact they were in his room trying to take him!  We would never know until it was too late!  Luckily, I got him before they had a chance and we haven’t had an issue with the monitors since – that we know of.

3. Projectile poop

I have heard of projectile poop but have not experienced it yet.  I fear this every time I change little D!  Have you ever been cleaning your child and they are exposed and they let a huge fart rip!??  This has happened a few times and I jump TEN feet but so far nothing has escaped but air.  I fear the day this happens!  I will probably be dressed up for a wedding or something fancy and will end up with it in my hair and it will shoot across the room, all over the dresser/lamp and carpet 😦  You know how on CSI when they use those funky lights to find traces of blood in rooms?  If CSI had that same contraption for pee, they’d find it on the walls, lamp and yes, carpet.  We’ve cleaned it up as best we can but poo – that’s another story!

4. Dino’s Flat Head

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I hadn’t really thought much of it until last week in my mom and baby group.  Someone mentioned how paranoid they are about their baby having a flat head and then a few of the other moms piped up with the same fear.  Then there was talk of seeing specialists and wearing helmets and so on.  It wasn’t until then that we started noticing little D’s head has gotten flat in the back.  WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? A kid this age is supposed to sleep 16-18 hours a day – this is what we’re told.  We are also told to lie them on their backs to sleep to reduce the risk of SIDS.  If you spen

t 18 hours a day lying on the back of your head – wouldn’t it go flat!?? and then doctors are concerned!???  What the heck!???  I don’t want little D wearing a helmet! I saw a kid in the mall once with this helmet and it is NOT cute!!! ugggg Can you imagine a bald mother with a helmet head baby?

5. Never have a flat tummy again

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I use the term ‘flat tummy’ loosely as one might argue it never really was.  I was shocked to find out that you still look 7 months pregnant after having your baby!  I mean, they removed at least 10 pounds (baby plus icky fluids), why didn’t it look that way?  Seeing how dismally slow the stomach actually shrinks is depressing.  Do I actually have to do work to try to make it smaller? When is that supposed to happen?  I didn’t have much time before baby, and you think I have time after?  I have very few clothes to wear – I can’t fit in my pregger pants – they’re too loose.  I can’t fit in my non-pregger pants – they’re too tight! oh what is a girl to do!?  Yes, some of you might say shop but 1) on what budget? my maternity leave budget!? ha! 2) who wants to buy fat pants? – doesn’t make me feel good at all.  For now, elastic waste pants it is!  Whoever invented the elastic is a genios!!!

Anyone else share the same fears? or what else? I left out the obvious of little D getting sick or hurting himself somehow cause thats pretty normal – but again, I think the above is normal too.

OH I BETTER GO! I just heard the ‘gurgle-swish’ sound.  Better go investigate before it leaks!

I GET IT!!!!

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I used to hear about moms who would get upset over what seemed so trivial to me.  For example crying when their baby got immunization shots.  ‘I mean really? Why are you crying? Suck it up and be glad your kid wont get sick.  Right?‘  Or how mom’s would be so sad when their baby was growing out of clothes – again – ‘be happy your baby is healthy and growing!‘  What is so upsetting about that?  A friend of mine told me she cried when her son moved out of his crib and into a toddler bed – again – I laughed thinking ‘why is that so sad?’  At that time, I thought to myself, ‘when I have kids, I wont be this mushy person crying over every little change their baby makes‘.

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Well…it finally happened…little Dino moved out…moved out of our room that is.  Now I get it! I get it! I’m upset!  I mean – I didn’t cry when Dino got shots.  (I did sob like a baby when he got ‘snipped’ – he didn’t.)  I have been feeling a little sad as he grows out of his 0-3 month clothes as I put them aside – never to be worn by him again. sniff sniff 😦  While we were using disposable diapers, I even kept one of the newborn diapers – and saved the date he moved into size 1’s.  I mean I get it!  My son is growing! He is growing soooo fast!  Its only a matter of time before I’ll be watching him run around, he’ll be talking up a storm, going to soccer practice, going to his high school graduation, waving good bye as he goes off to university,  packing him up as he moves out and gets married! oh man! this is too much!  His life flashed before my eyes!

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Friday, Mr. D and I decided to stop putting it off and take the plunge.  Little D was moving into his OWN room.  This room is not beside ours, it is WAAAAAYYYYYY across the hall from us – sooooooo far!!!  One might refer to it as the left wing of the house – if we lived in a mansion.  I think you get the picture.  We set up our monitor and did our usual night time routine and put him to bed.  Honestly, I kept checking the monitor every 5 minutes to make sure it was still on – little Dino was not crying – in fact he was sound asleep!  Our little baby is growing!  I don’t think he noticed the change at all, but poor Mr. D and I felt the emptiness of him not being in the room 😦

The other night, a MAJOR storm hit us – we’re talking lightning, thunder, HAIL  – the whole bit.  I was sooo scared for my little baby!  I couldn’t sleep.  I kept thinking, ‘he’s so far away, and he’s going to wake up from all of the noise and be sooo alone and scared.  Those 30 seconds it will take for us to run down the hall might be the most frightened he’s ever been in his entire short life!’  Again, I kept checking the monitor to make sure it was working – the kid slept through the entire thing!  All that worrying for nothing!

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I guess this is just the beginning, I read somewhere that the moment you find out your are pregnant, you start to worry –  welcome to parenthood!  Well, I can admit it, the worrying started from day one – I’ve become one of those moms.  I get it! I finally get it!!!

SCREAM!!

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crying baby leo (Photo credit: storyvillegirl)

Ever go out and feel bad for parents because their child is screaming or throwing a major tantrum in public? You might be thinking ‘oh my goodness! How embarrassing! I’ve sooo been there! That poor woman! Or that poor dad!’ You also might think, ‘Oh that poor baby, something must really be upsetting him/her!’ Or you might think (like I have a couple of times), ‘I’m sure glad my child doesn’t do that! I am very lucky.’  You see, little Dino is a pretty happy kid. As long as he is not cold and not hungry he is happy. Otherwise he gets MAD, throws a royal tantrum and screams! His face goes bright red from anger and he wants food right away!!!! As soon as he gets a boob or a bottle, he is back to being the three C’s. (Cool, Calm and Collected). Same with being cold, he’ll scream – a little differently than hunger – but you cuddle him up in a warm blanket and he’s all good.

Smiling Baby

Smiling Baby (Photo credit: Mallu2007)

I guess this has helped my confidence in going out. I’m never worried about what little D will do because I have the food covered if he gets hungry and I’ve got blankets in case he gets cold. One might say I’ve gotten a little overconfident. I mean I really have NO FEAR for taking him out. The only thing I worry about is a repeat of the day of ‘Dino and the Poop Factory’. If you’re not sure what I mean, read my last post.

Yesterday was a usual Sunday, we packed up little D’s bag and got him dressed up in a cute little outfit and went to church. He was his typical great self! After we ate lunch, I gave him some lunch of his own and he got a little fussy but nothing we couldn’t handle. We ran some errands and he was a bit cranky but he does that sometimes in the car. As long as we were moving, he was fine, if we stopped, he’d start crying. We figured, ‘yep, its time for him to eat again, that’s why he’s fussing.’ We were wrapping up our errands and heading to a coffee shop. The plan was the same as usual, ‘as soon as we get there, we’ll feed him’. That’s always the plan. This plan works and makes our little D happy and smiley. ☺

We tried a new coffee place. Very cute place. Well little D held it together for all of two minutes and then he just let loose. He didn’t even start with a mild cry and slowly get intense, he just went to major intense screaming and wailing!! ‘No problem, I can handle this‘. I pull out my hooter hider and get him under and try to feed him. He is not having any of it, he’s still screaming! He latches on, ‘phew, he’s quiet now. That was almost embarrassing’.

Mable rockin' the Hooter Hider

Mable rockin’ the Hooter Hider (Photo credit: sniggitysnags)

Well after almost a minute, stupid me, being the selfish person that I am, wants a sip of my drink because its hot and I’m very parched. Of course feeding your baby, and trying to do something else can be challenging but not for me! It’s been almost 3 months – I’m a whiz at this! Holding him with one arm was a little awkward this time and reaching for my drink caused me to move positions. Deadly mistake! I got my sip but I paid for it dearly. (serves me right for thinking of myself). Little D lost his latch and started screaming! He was pissed! ‘It’s ok, It’s ok, here’s the boob, here you go’. NO! He doesn’t want it! I try again, trying not to panic. He’s sooooo mad. How dare I interrupt him! There is no calming him down. I’m getting really embarrassed, he’s sooo loud in the tea shop. ‘Oh my goodness. This never happens! This always works. What do we do? We might have to leave!

What I didn’t realize is that I was sitting in the sun and it was pretty darn hot. Add to that being under the hooter hider where there is less air and this can cook a little Dino.  Mr. D (brilliant guy) suggests I get out of the sun. Good plan! What else do we realize? We had put him in fleece, thick track pants today because they matched his cute little shirt. Umm…would we wear something suitable for winter weather? NO! We’d be cooking! So why did we think it would be any different for little D??  Mr. D held our little guy, while I stripped him of his brutally thick pants, we kept him in the shade and shoved a bottle in his mouth this time. Within seconds, the pinky white colour (instead of bright red colour) returned back to little D’s face and he was back to his usual self. He was lying on the couch beside me, cooing and blowing bubbles and kickin’ it. He was happy again. He’s the kid I am familiar with.

LESSONS LEARNED:

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Jared Goes Old-school (Photo credit: Just Us 3)

#1 Lesson Learned today: Dino does not like the heat!!! Don’t dress your kid for winter when it’s summer!
#2 Lesson Learned today: Don’t be over-confident because kids know this and will break you to make a point. They are in charge, not us.

Dino and the POOP Factory!

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Aren’t newborns adorable? I mean they’re so soft and cuddly and teeny-weeny!!! So mini and cute! How is it that something so cute and teeny can pack soooooo much poop within?! It is unbelievable! I look at little Dino and he is small (and growing by the minute), but the amount of ‘stuff’ that comes out of him amazes me! About two weeks ago, little Dino hadn’t pooped in two days – but that’s normal they say. He had no shortage of farts, which make me laugh every time, but we hadn’t seen any solids yet. Well we had no idea of what was yet to come. I’d like to tell you about the day of FIVE poops!

It was a nice Saturday morning, we slept in a bit – whatever that means with a child, little Dino pooped and all was right with the world. Mr. Deaner had to work and I had some errands to run. We wanted to spend some time together before Mr. Deaner left for work so we thought – let’s go get a nice breakfast together! Now being spontaneous is not quite what it used to be. Before little Dino, we could decide to do something on a whim and in five minutes we were out the door. Now that little Dino is here, spontaneity has a whole new meaning. We have to pack his bag (make sure he has a change of clothes, extra diapers, wipes, a blanket and so on), make sure he has enough bottles in case I can’t feed him in public – we don’t want him screaming from starvation. Then we have to change him and make sure he has proper clothing for the weather etc. I assure you, this takes more than five minutes. So, after what felt like forever getting ready for our spontaneous breakfast, we were ready to go. Mr. Deaner was rushing because we were running late and he finally got little Dino strapped in his car seat. Well doesn’t he walk away to grab keys and I hear the all familiar ‘gurgle swoosh’. I can’t really explain the sound. It’s like a sudden force contained (or not) in a diaper. “UH OH”, I say to Mr. Deaner. “I think he pooped!! We have to change him before we go”. So, I unstrap little Dino, take him upstairs to clean his little cheeks. Can I just say WOW! Whoever said babies, who are only drinking milk, have scentless poo must not have a sense of smell!! COME ON! This stuff reeks!!! and it is gross! Its runny and yellow (or green depending on the day), and cottage cheese-like formations are sometimes visible as well. Really!? This is not a cute side of little Dino. I thought to myself, I am glad he pooped at home before we left – I’d rather change him at home than while we’re out. Phew! I’m glad his poo for the day is done!

We are finally eating breakfast and what’s that I hear? the ‘gurgle swoosh’! again! Are you kidding me? That’s THREE times in one morning!??? ‘WOW kid! what’s going on!?’ You know what? We’re only 5 minutes from the house. Before I run my errands, I’d rather change him at home than at the mall. So we finish up our breakfast and I take my little pooper home to clean and change him. OK, I’m still relieved I was close enough to change him at home rather than the gross public bathrooms.

Now I’m on my way! We get to the mall and after my errands, we do some window shopping and while we’re perusing the clothes I can’t buy, what do I hear? ‘NO! I must be imagining this! there is no way!!!’ I get close to little Dino and take a whif…uhhh no doubt about it – he did it again! ‘Where are you storing all of this little guy?’ I have to find where the nursing rooms are and take little D for a change. I find a change table and as I pick little Dino up, I realize the yellowness on his pants! ‘Oh great! You don’t leak the three times we were at home, but now you choose to leak!’ GROSS! but luckily I am prepared! I have a spare change of clothes for my little monkey. I clean him up AGAIN, try not to contaminate him or myself on the gross public change table, and pack him up again. People, this is the fourth time he has pooped! I’m not talking mini-partials…these were full diapers!!! Clearly the fourth was really full since he actually leaked! WELL…thats done, there is no way he will poop anymore.

I finish my errands – I was out for the day – so when I head back home, what do I discover? Oh my goodness…no way! This must be just a stinky fart (this kid farts a lot). I better check. COME ON! He pood again! How can this much poo fit in such a little thing? He didn’t look bloated! He wasn’t miserable with all of that packed in to him! He was pretty happy! (maybe because he was getting rid of this backup). How can so much disgustingness come out of something so cute?

We haven’t had a ‘day of poop’ since that blessed day but I fear the worst. Its Sunday…Dino hasn’t pooped since Tuesday. GULP. People, a storm is brewing and it ain’t gonna be pretty. It’s the quiet before the storm (well not so quiet because we have heard all kinds of hilarious farts). I fear the worst. Its coming and its gonna be scary!

Have a great week!

Mrs. D

 

‘Boob’ for Thought

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Hello! I hope you had a great weekend! I want to warn you that what I’m going to talk about today is not for the faint of heart. Also, I apologize now but I will be using the word ‘nipple’ so there – its out in the open! Nipple nipple nipple!

When I pictured breastfeeding, I pictured a baby suckling on his/her mother’s breast. It was a beautiful time for mom and baby to bond. This was a natural phenomenon – when babies were born they naturally would just breastfeed. Wow was I ever off! I’ll save my trials and tribulations about getting started on breastfeeding for another time. My question is how is something that is supposed to be so natural, so UNnatural!? I mean what a tough time that was!

So that last paragraph where I envisioned such a peaceful bonding time between mom and baby was quite off! I didn’t know I would be dealing with the equivalent of a beast in the wild, killing it’s meal and ravishing it! Seriously, if you met little Dino, he is sooo cute and adorable but you put him on the boob and this is what happens: he first tries to find the nipple. I mean after so many weeks, is it that hard to find? Its right there!!! I put it right in front of your face!!! Sometimes he starts sucking on my belly – I get a good chuckle at this – and ask – ‘is that working for you little buddy’? Finally, I direct him to the right place and just as he find’s his prey, he opens his mouth wide – bears his gums (because he has no teeth) and gets this wild look and pounces in for the kill! It used to scare me! He krinkles his face like an animal about to catch his prey and then SNAP!! He’s on! He has a permanent crease on his face from this! I don’t joke!

That’s just the beginning. About half way through his meal, he does the equivalent of what you see animals doing to their prey. They rip the meat apart swinging from left to right! Little Dino does this! With nipple in mouth he whips his head back and forth like he’s taunting his prey! Dudes! this hurts!!! OUCH!!! Why little innocent child!? Why are you doing this to me!? Wasn’t giving birth to you enough!?? Sometimes, when I’ve finally relaxed because he is calm and eating like he should be, he whips his head back – and takes my nipple with him! YOW! CHILD! Why are you trying to kill me!??? He does this with no warning!!! Why does such a beautiful moment end up like torture? Why don’t mom’s warn new moms about this! Honestly, I think there is a secret club and they keep these things to themselves! I would have liked to be prepared for this ahead of time! Now I know what they meant in my book about women trying to make their nipples less sensitive for breastfeeding. I can’t remember how they did this but I thought – WHY!? the cute adorable baby will gently suck to nurse and that’s that. I didn’t realize I was the prey being hunted and attacked!

Don’t get me wrong, I love breastfeeding and I fought for weeks to be able to – it took that long to make it happen – but this is what happens on a regular basis and that’s my ‘Boob for Thought’.

Does/did anyone else go through this? Reply below and let me know. 🙂

Ciao,

Mrs. Deaner

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