Happy Half Bday Jack

Ok I really really can't believe this but our Lil man is 6 months old. Part of me can't believe he's already turning 6 months and part of me can't believe there was part of my life without him.

To my Jack on your 1/2 bday!
You are the *most* amazing gift and me and your daddy love you so so so much.

At 6 months old you are about 16 lbs and growing like a weed! You are "mobile" in your own crawl that you've made up...it's more of a non-graceful dragging, but hey you get from point A to point B fairly quickly. You can walk in your walker and you love "walking" when someone holds your hands. You are starting to giggle and find your mommy and daddy hilarious (I mean who wouldn't?). Our lives are so enriched with love for you my little man. I can't imagine life without you. Before I had you I imagined being able to leave you for a night to go camping, or out with friends. I can honestly say that there has not been one night in 6 months that mommy hasn't put you to sleep~~annnd I wouldn't have it any other way :). Your a momma's boy and I'm going to soak it up while it lasts!!! Your not a snuggler, but you love to snuggle when you nurse so poor Daddy doesn't really get many Jack cuddles anymore. Nursing is your favorite thing in the world, I thought maybe at 6 months we would be at a stopping point, but you have other plans in mind :) which is OK with me! Coincidentally, August is actually "National Breastfeeding Awareness" month and I may get some pictures taken of you doing your favorite past-time. There are some AMAZING photographer's in our area offering mommy & me nursing photos this month and I think it's a great idea!

We had a rough start in those early months, between reflux, ear infections, and milk intolerances....but my sweet baby boy pulled through. I can't wait to watch you grow more! Time is flying by and we are so busy these days, but remember you'll always be my lil baby groundhog!!!

I <3 you so much!!

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Stay at home mom..

I know most my posts are happy-go-lucky I'm in love with life and my family and my son and you are probably wondering A) if I'm on some sort of happy medication (ha) no I'm not and B) we must have such an easy baby and staying at home is super easy and fun. I thought being a stay at home mom would be cake~~I've been called into some crazy situations at my hospital job, but NOTHING compares to being a stay at home mom. Even though pictures prove otherwise, Jack is a super FUSSY baby and has reflux and has milk intolerances....here was my morning :) I must of had too many dairy products and he was a little late getting his zantac



He refuses bottles and turns purple from screaming in his carseat because he wants out so bad. I admit though I do sneak him out of his carseat when it gets really bad~~bad mommy I know. I can't really leave him for over 4 hours without a SUPER meltdown. Me and Pat haven't had a date since Valentine's Day and we ended up coming home early. But, I'm not going to lie I love every minute of it. :)

Here is why it's worth it: Just one little smile at his mommy!

Rushing home to this :)

My little peapod of perfection....these are the reasons I SPEED home from work. Lord help the cop that would pull me over after a long day of work and hearing that your hungry. I plan out the fastest route depending on the time....not only to save the babysitter (either your dad, pat's mom, or my dad) but to save me! I can't wait to get home and cuddle with my boys. I cherish every single second and can't imagine life without you! I love your face when I first walk in the door and you spot me, it's almost like your thinking "where in the hell were you when I was screaming my head off!" then you smile :). On the nights that I come home from work you are a clingy nursing addict. Even if you just took a bottle, if I hold you you start to root around and sniff my shirt. Then, you get antsy until we have our WOOOOSAAA moments on the couch. Usually this is atleast an hour of cuddling, nursing, and chatting about our day. I know I know, we aren't supposed to let you pacify or play or nurse for an hour, but we need our time and I love it. You grab my face, you grab my finger, and twirl my hair and grunt in delight. You drift off to sleep and wake up just to make sure I'm still there. Then, daddy gets home....you hear his voice and tilt your head when you hear him say hello to the dogs and you LIGHT up when you finally meet eyes with him. We then go outside and chat about our day and stare at our lil man like we haven't seen him in days.

I know that these moments of cuddling won't last forever so I try to drink every last drop and breathe every little breath of it while I can. Whether it be at 2am or 5pm I'm trying to just enjoy you for YOU!

true. friends.

For some reason while one of my best friends was gone on vacation in Key West I got sentimental and starting thinking about true friends. Have you ever heard the song "Find out who your friends are" by Tracey Lawrence? It's so so so damn true! I mean how many people can you count on in the middle of the night to answer their phone and coming running to help you??? Let's make it even more iffy, how many people can you count on answering their phone in the middle of a Saturday night to come running when you need them?? I started counting and I started to feel down because I honestly couldn't think of more than 5 that would come running and be able to put their life on hold. Then I realized that I was lucky to have even just one!

After having Jack, I'm so lucky to have a couple of friends & family that I know will always be there. The true tests are if your friends stick by your side through weddings, pregnancies, and kids. No matter the distance, some friends will come help you no matter how much of a hot mess you've become. They'll help you fold your 1,0000 unmatched socks before your wedding bc your too stressed to even care, they'll let some topics just sit and stew for a while before bringing them up and know that you'll bring it up in your own time, & they'll know when to bring you a delic. dinner after a long week. Some of my closest friends are also the ones that have to live the furthest away which really puts a damper on things. And years ago I would've never guessed it but some of my closest friends are through my husbands friends and now I can't imagine not having their advice.

I'm sure we all have atleast 100+ facebook friends, but the ones that really count are the ones who are there for you even at your worst! They tell you that you sure as hell need a shower or atleast some deodorant, and come over to hold your screaming reflux baby so that you can enjoy one peaceful warm shower even if it involves possible hearing loss. They're the ones that you can sit in a restaurant and hold the menu for and hour and forget to order because your too busy catching up.

My goal this year is to take more time out for this real friendships because they are what REALLY matter.

Sweet Brownie

"If there is no heaven for dogs, then I want to go where they go when I die."

-Anonymous

Two and a half years ago my heart melted when I read a post on a local dog rescue site about a 14 year old beagle who desparately needed help. She was in Bloomington and was at a high kill shelter and was obviously not going to be saved over a bouncing puppy. She had been living in a car with her owner who had gotten a divorce, lost his house, lost his job, and he didn't think at her age she could last living in a hot car all summer long. SOOO I somehow talked Pat into "fostering" her. It was the best of both worlds...we were still broke from our expensive lila vet costs and beagle buddies actually pays for all vet visits/care for the dogs, they just want us to give her a nice loving home. Brownie was such an old sweet soul who was never any trouble at all. In the entire years we had her I NEVER once heard her bark. She was deaf but she sure could sense when we got home and when treats were given. She would sleep for crazy amounts of time and made our other dogs look like TERRORS (not that we didn't know that).

She started limping, and having trouble getting around, and just went downhill. We had to hold her up for her to go potty or else she would just fall in it :(. Yesterday she woke up yelping and couldn't put any pressure on her hind legs. I always told myself that I wouldn't let her suffer. I prayed that maybe she would just go in her sleep peacefully, but finally yesterday we had to make the decision to put her to sleep. I've had tons of dogs, but not once have I been to put a dog to sleep. I was never strong enough. Brownie was the most attached to me and I knew I had to be there for her in her last minutes. I was going to go with Dustin and the time was set for 2:15p. :( I suddenly was coming up with every excuse in the book of why I couldn't go. I have Jack, I don't think Pat will be home in time, Pat has the murano, I don't want to totally LOSE it at the vet, I'm not even dressed, I think the carseat isn't here. Finally, I stopped being selfish and realized I could do this for her, since she never asked me for anything else. I had to leave right then before I changed my mind! I packed up Jack in the steaming hot Honda and drove to Kim's so she could watch him while we went to the vet.

I almost chickened out at the vet. They described to me everything that they would do and told me I could spend as much time with her as I wanted, before and after (don't tell a hormonal post-partum gal that bc you may have an overnighter!). They said to make the decision of wanting to be in the room with her or having them do it in the back and they'd be back. I ALMOST told them to take her in the back, thinking it'd be easier on me~~~but definitely not on Brownie. Dustin also said it would be good closure and good for me to see how peaceful she would feel. The vet tech peeked her head back in and asked if I wanted to be there and I said "yes"...I think I wanted to black out at that point!

They carried Brownie like a hot dog in her GIANT bed I got her to the back to give her the "sleepy meds" and brought her back in the room so I could say goodbye. HELLO waterfalls, I didn't know you could actually hear teardrops hit the floor, but I sure could!! I took her "bling bling" collar off and gave her lots of kisses and told her what a good girl she always was. She looked up at me one last time and it was like she knew and wanted to go. She went so quickly and I petted her until the vet shook her head that she was gone. It was AWFUL and so incredibly sad, BUT she went so peacefully and so quickly that it made it so much better. She was FINALLY out of pain and running like a puppy again!

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself."

My first Mommasita Day!

I feel like Mother's deserve much more than one day to celebrate all they do! Who else has the magic touch of calming a screaming baby with just the sound of their voice. Luckily I have 3 great mom's to look up to and to help spoil Jack. They each have been such great influences for me and Pat and we visited all 3 on Mother's day weekend.

We went up north and had lunch and sang "the wheels on the bus" with Pat's mom Loren. We went to Bravo with my mom and Jack got passed around a table of twelve and and loved every minute of socializing. We also went to the Rooney's for some yummy chinese food and also had our first overnight where Lisa was snuggling our wide awake lil man when we got home.

This is what I woke up to on Mother's day morning after a great night's 6 hour sleep! My two men probably discussing how I was sleeping with my mouth open or how my how attractive my hair must look in the morning :)

Then, Patrick (pat's dad) made us a delicious huge breakfast of eggs, fresh berries, bacon, and coffee. It was THE perfect weekend!

Our crazy Friday nights :)

After a hectic week and our house looks like a tornado blew through it...the last thing I should be doing is enjoying a cup of coffee and looking at pics of Jack and writing in this blog~oh well there's always time for cleaning~ha! This was my first week of being part-time with my little man and it was wonderful! We had the perfect mix of daddy and mommy time and even though Jack is teething we got through it smoothly :)

It's amazing how much our friday nights have changed. Friday nights used to start at around 10:30pm...and go until 3 am sometimes later. They included random dinner dates, random bars, and then random people around a bonfire inhaling fumes from a burnt mattress. Well we still had the burnt mattress on this friday night :) but it's the other little things we do that make me smile. We always have about a half hour where we all three sit outside and CHILL. Whoever had the babysitting duties is exhausted and whoever had the full work day is exhausted and we both take turns loving on the little man. He's definitely taking after his mommy and daddy because he's such an outdoorsy boy!

It's the little things that excite me now on Friday nights....like putting Jack to bed and coming out to see that Pat is bagging up the milk from the past few days~a chore that I don't like doing for some reason?? Who's husband takes it upon themselves to bag up breastmilk haha...I love it. I love seeing all the last couple days extras and can't believe that my tiny boobs have somehow fed my chubby cheeked little boy and I still have tons to freeze...go team!

The little things like hearing Jack grunting like a little "groundhog" while he nurses himself to sleep. This friday I worked until 530 and we both were craving each other by the end of the day. Once he starts to nurse you can see the stress melt off my shoulders and Jack's eyes start to go up, up, and back into his head. He melts into a little warm ball in the crook of my arm and it's the best feeling I've had all day! At around 3:45 whoever is babysitting has mentioned that that's the point where he's sick of the bottles and ready for mommy time. We basically are "on demand" parents right now...if he needs a nap, he gets a nap, if he needs a snack~he'll get a snack. I feel like at this young it's way way too early to set a schedule especially when breastfeeding~~you gotta keep up with those growth spurts somehow!

Once he was asleep we did what any normal family would do. Grab the baby monitor, grab a beer, and burn a neighbors mattress :)

Scanning babies isn't always fun..

I love love love my job, but some days are gloomy scan days. I hate those days! I hate it when you start scanning and I'm sure if your an ultrasound tech you know the wave of not-so-good vibes that comes over you when you get that "feeling" from the start of putting your probe down and looking at a baby. Usually you can tell right from the beginning that's something's just not right and then since we work in a hospital setting you can't really say much and it's up to the OBgyn to inform the mom on what's going on.

Last week I had a couple of bad scans and it makes me so thankful for my healthy little boy! There was a baby who had a cleft palate, chin abnormalities, and a hole in his heart, and also duodenal atresia where the stomach doesn't attach to intestines. Basically, this child will have many many NICU stays, surgeries, and therapists throughout his life IF he makes it through birth.

Another scan was an ER scan 12 weeks prego. 12 weeks is usually the time where women start to feel somewhat relieved getting out of the first trimester. This woman was only cramping and wasn't sure of her period...sure enough there was a baby but it only measures 10 weeks and had no fetal heart tones :( She was very tired and didn't ask many questions (thank god) and scanned & grabbed all the measurements I needed. When it's a fetal demise case I won't give the mom pictures right then, I feel like it gets their hopes up. So I printed a few pictures, but walked them over to the ER dr. once she was back in her room, in case she wanted to save a few pictures of her baby.

Working in the ultrasound dept really makes you thankful for healthy babies! It also makes me worry worry worry! When I was 20 weeks prego I saw dilated renal pelvises on Jack. It can be completely normal or it can be a "soft-marker" for down's syndrome and other syndromes. I panicked called Pat balling and he of course is the sane one in our relationship and put things into perspective. He told me not to worry, (too late buddy!!!) that I've done everything and gone above & beyond what I could do for a healthy pregnancy and then proceeded to tell me how having a Down's baby would be such a gift from God. At first in my head I selfishly thought...gift? Thinking of the problems and abnormalities and then started to realize how innocent and sweet Down's babies/kids/adults are and that it really would be a gift. He said you'd never have to watch your child lose his/her innocence and they would remain so sweet & loving throughout their life. This is why I married my roonball!

I love my Patrick!

Ever have those a-ha moments about the one your with and you see a glimpse of how much you love someone and how lucky you are? I get atleast one a day! Every single day when Jack wakes up Pat puts him up on his stomach to talk and laugh and help Jack get his loads of gas out. I'm usually still comatose at this point and get to wake up to their chatter, I love waking up to Jack's coos and sighs and laughs from looking at his daddy.

There's so many moments over the past year that I have fallen completely in love with him again. Being pregnant and having a baby is ROUGH on a relationship and I can't believe how strong he's been. I always knew he'd be a great dad, but now he proves it to us every day.

Today is my first day of being part-time! I'm so excited to spend more time with Jack! I'm so thankful that my thrifty husband was the one that told me to do this and understands how much it means to me to be home with my babies! I mean who tells their wife to stay at home from a great paying job in the middle of a job-market that no one can find jobs. He knows what an emotional wreck I would be and it's just not worth it. I want to be home and see every little new giggle, movement, coo, crawl and walk. Yes we will be broke, and yes we will have to make sacrifices these upcoming months, but in the grand scheme of life how long are these months where Jack is growing every single minute??? I'm so so so so thankful!!!

Singing :)

I'm one of those people who KNOWS that my singing voice is (putting it nicely) not so good. In church when we were little me and my sisters would make weird voices and scream the church hymns and input funny words instead of being somewhat normal and just singing the tunes like normal children. Pat makes fun of me daily when I scream, "I love this song", pump up the volume on the radio to some swanky new 92.3 song I love and sing what I think is amazingly brilliant lyrics, then to my surprise the lyrics are TOTALLY different than I had in my head. He always says, "sounds like a Nisey song."





But, my little monkey Jack...he LOVES my voice :). From the first second I held him and said "Hi little guy" and our eyes met and he acted like he had heard my voice for years I knew I had finally found my match! We don't have many children/babies in our family so it's been years since nursery rhymes have been sung. I sing "10 little monkies jumping on the bed one fell off and bumped his head" I forget what comes next so fill-in whatever comes to my head. Most of the time it's something random like about the diaper rash cream or the owls on the wall or our dogs, but he loves it and totally doesn't know the difference he knows mommy's singing and smiling so he should smile too!





I feel bad for anyone who has to listen to me over the baby monitor and poor poor Pat. "Jingle bells batman smells, Lila laid an egg" or "the head bones connected to the hip bone?" or singing the hokey pokey "you put your right hand in and and put your right hand out" I clumsily forget which is right and which is left every time. I sang "baby got back" the other day. But, Jack lays calmly on his changing table and soaks up every tune cooing and smiling. I've gotten used to making a total fool of myself for this child :)

I never knew humor...

I thought my life was pretty funny before Jack. I thought things couldn't get funnier than drinking with my friends and the hilarious things that would happen during some drunken night. I thought doing our ridiculous dance moves, annoying our significant others, and random cab ride conversations at 3 am were hilarious. I thought college was funny. Looking back at calvert street porch convos, random nights at Dill street bar, and all-out gaudy and revealing halloween costumes it couldn't get more hilarious, right?

Parenthood is hard and difficult and I think God throws in humor everywhere. Well, atleast I like to think he does it to keep me sane! I didn't know the real humor in life until I had Jack. Real humor is getting peed directly in the mouth at 4 am because you are literally falling asleep standing up and then you realize your changing a diaper. Jack also found peeing on mommy funny. Real humor is being so worried about pumping enough milk before going back to work that you forget to even hook the bottles up to the pump and it takes you 8 minutes to realize that the warm sensation on your lap is milk spraying everywhere. Real humor is pouring the 6 cups of water onto the countertop instead of making it into the coffee pot and proceeding to find your cell phone in the fridge when you look for the creamer. Real humor is running so late to work because you want your son to nurse as long as he feels like and then rushing to brush your teeth you somehow get listerine in your eye. Real humor is almost opening the door for the mailman with your nursing bra flaps down and honestly not caring or knowing how long you've been "roaming free" throughout the house (woops!).

During these sleepless nights and days it's easy to get into a rut and complain and think that all these random nuisances are just making you late to work, or late to an appointment, or just annoying. But, I feel like it gives you a chance to sit back and laugh and enjoy some of the hilarious small things that you'll look back and miss. God must know that I need this humor on my first weeks back to work :)

Nursing...

This is his I want Boobs and I want it now...why is it taking you so long to realize this face. Nursing was what I thought the hardest part of labor...getting started was rough. But, now after that first month it's the easiest thing and has been great for me and Jack. I was afraid it wouldn't work for us, but now I don't know what I'd do without it. It's our time...he loves the skin to skin contact and no matter how upset he is...he loves to nurse. I thought nursing would be awkward or get in the way or be a pain...actually today I did bottles and it was SO much more time consuming and I'm obviously used to just plopping on a couch and feeding...not worrying about heating anything up, getting clean bottles, and washing them. We hold hands, I play with his toes, he sighs and falls asleep. It's a mental, physical, emotional bond that I can't even explain, but I'm already dreading the day that it will stop :(. I know the day will come, I just hope he doesn't self wean any time soon. I can't believe my milk alone has filled those chunky cheeks with nutrients since he popped out! With his milk allergy and reflux it's so great that we started out nursing bc he would've been a MESS on formula...it makes reflux/gas worse and we probably wouldve started on cow's milk~~yikes!!

There has been the baby buzz on my phone and also there's a fbook page called The leaky Boob that is amazing! They have thousands of nursing moms (fellow leakies) on the leaky boob to answer whatever your ? is...they also post ?'s facts each day that are very informative! The woman who started the leaky boob is actually trying to get grants/further the site...I think it's awesome what she has done for a topic that is little discussed in public. Women send text pics of where their nursing in public and how! It's great at calming my nerves about it, and they even have a video on "how-to" NIP~nurse in public...ohh the terms I'm learning :)

I pray that our little bond lasts atleast until he's one!

Tips on nursing (I need to read these when we decide to have another baby):
Go to Lactation consultant at first thought of stopping/thinking milk is drying up/having issues

Have people you can talk to...even online to help you

Get my brestfriend nursing pillow

Always have a glass of water by you or else your husband will be your water bitch :)

Nipple cream and Motherlove those first weeks is amazing

Trust that it's a science and your baby is getting enough even though you can physically see the milk!

Pumping is weird at first, but then you'll catch yourself handsfree, eating, pumping, and on the cell~~I almost answered the door for the mailman one time pumping~~oops!

2 month Dr. appt

Holy heffer! At Jack's 2 month appt he weighed 12 lbs 8 oz and was 24.6" tall. He's 66th% for weight and 93rd% for height! I'm so glad he's gaining and growing so well...so far he's had no supplements only breastmilk! The Dr. said he looks great and is growing wonderfully and has jumped into a different class of weight/height since birth! My lil chunker :)....I was worried about his reflux and have noticed that when he's super tired his left eye is smaller...I guess his eyelid is just a little lazy..she wasn't worried at all but it worries me though bc these things need to be fixed when their little so it doesn't effect vision later in life. So she said they usually wait until 4 month appt. so refer to eye Dr. for that type of stuff since he's just now starting to look around he may build up the strength without us even having to worry about an eye Dr. He also got the dreaded shots. I gave him tylenol before, but it was still terrible...Pat thank God went with me. He slept alot that day but then woke up SCREAMING...that night he was a mess, and the whole next 2 days he was a mess...praise the lord for tylenol! I was ready to have my munchkin back!

Today he's about 2.5 almost 3 months and I weighed him with clothes on and he's 13lbs 8oz :) He's almost doubled his birth weight! Next appointment we are discussing cereal and she also said that will help his reflux...also it may fill the lil man up a little more!

1st ZOOO trip!

So the picture above is something I've been dreading...nursing in public. With Jack not taking bottles...it was inevitable! We went to our first zoo trip with the Durrett's and I'm so glad they got us out of the house on this beautiful day! Jenny put it as there will be many crying kids there so no one will notice if Jack's a hot mess. So I knew he'd get hungry so I nursed right before we left...sure enough the SECOND we walked in the zoo he was suddenly hungry...this is the first bench at the zoo and I planted my happy nursing butt right there. I figure kids are probably seeing a lot worse at the zoo :). My chunky lil man filled up and we were off! He was such a good boy that day...he had one meltdown but Jenny got him to sleep and put him in his stroller and we were good! I'm so excited for Jack to actually understand what's going on at the zoo...I LOVED it when I was little. Pat was pretty excited too...when Jenny told him he could pet the sharks he ran up as fast as ava and Addie haha

Almost 11 weeks..D Day is this week :(

SOooo the dreaded week is here. I go back to work on Thursday. Words can't describe how MUCH I'm dreading this. I never thought I'd want to be a stay at home mom (fulltime anyways) and right now I feel like the only thing holding me from it is of course the $ and mainly bc I carry the benefits for our family. Jack had so many rough weeks that I hate leaving him now that we have everything figured out! About a month ago he was diagnosed with the milk allergy so I am now officially dairy-free and also he has reflux. He was prescribed zantac and also prescription gas drops bc his gas is so bad. He is so much better!! When his reflux got to it's worst point, he wouldn't take a bottle like he had from 2.5 weeks on...he refused, it hurt to bad and he just wanted to nurse. I've been PANICKING the past few weeks honestly buying every bottle/nipple in every store...sometimes he would take a little, but usually he would spit it out and SCREAM.

I have to go back to work two weeks fulltime...uggghhh. We are taking him to Barb, James' sitter the first two weeks so he really really needs to take a bottle or atleast get milk somehow. I talked to my friend/photog. Sarah and her lil girl had the same problem and really refused to take a bottle for 11 months. I know everyone says "he will if he's hungry enough" but he would be starving and it just enraged him more when you put a fake plastic nipple in his mouth. It's the worst feeling in the world to know that every time you leave if he gets hungry he will just "scream it out". So basically I've just been home every 2 hours....if I have errands to run I make sure I nurse immediately before I hit the door.

Today I did a trial morning run...just so I can have an idea how early to wake up on thursday. I need to nurse, pump, shower, and get out the door by 715a. Luckily Pat is dropping off Jack these first few weeks...then once I start my part-time schedule we won't have to take him anywhere :). Today was NO NURSING day, I tried bottles, shot glasses, sippy cups, and syringes, and spoons. We DID IT! I'm so proud! My goal was to make it until 1130 (my lunch time at work in case I needed to run and nurse him) and we made it til 530!!! I'm so proud of my lil nursing king!! He actually took down medela bottles today and the nipples were for over 9 month olds and was slurping from a shot glass. He wasn't grouchy at all!!

These past weeks have been awesome, he is really starting to come out of his shell and we can see his little personality more and more every day....kind of scary how much he reminds me of myself! He is now cooing and has officially found his hands. He loves sucking on them and is constantly moving and grabbing. After 10 weeks mommy of the year has finally understood some of his cues and knows when he needs a nap and when he's too overstimulated. He loves bathtime and lovessss to be changed~he could sit on his diaper changing table and coo for a half hour easily.

Jack was pretty cooped up for a while. With him being sick and then him being in so much pain from the reflux it was hard to take a screaming out of control baby anywhere. We're starting to take him out more...we had a dinner at the rooney's and Jack actually fell asleep there, we actually had our first zoo visit with the durretts, and we went over to the durrett's for dinner and jack went to sleep there also. Each time it builds my confidence a little more. This weekend we're going up to Mel's and it will be the longest car trip....this could be really good or really bad...his relationship with his carseat is a love/hate one.

8 weeks..

Jeez time flies when your having fun ;) I havent posted anything in a while! It's been CRAZY around here! After week 3's craziness I got my milk supply back up and poor Jack had his cold for 2 weeks and I ended up taking him back to Dr. bc he was still screaming and fussing like something was wrong...sure enough he then had a ear infection! I hated him being sick bc he still hasn't met alot of our friends and friends kids so after that the Dr. had us wait until he had his 3 month shots and until all these crazy viruses were over with.

Things are looking up though!

When it Rains it Pours! Jacks 3 weeks!

The first 2 weeks at home went so smoothly, we had so much help and so many family and friends coming together to get us through! Breastfeeding was going great and Jack was a happy little man! This week things went downhill, my milk supply got really low due to a UTI and Jack was extremely grouchy over his food! Then he started getting stuffy and was really fussy. We took his temp after he was screaming even while he drank a bottle and he has a little temp. At 2 am after 3 sleepless nights, a fever was the last thing this stressed to the max-girl needed. Did I mention how much I love my Patrick??? Even though he had to get up early and work he was missing out on almost as much sleep as me trying to get Jack calmed down. I also talked him into going to the lactation consultant appt that I was extremely anxious about and to the pediatrician appt. even though he really needed to go into the office today.

The lactation consultant gave me some great info and REALLY calmed me down. I'm already seeing an improvement in my supply and pray that it comes back as strong as it was before! The pediatrician says Jack has a cold/virus upper resp infection. We've been trying to limit visitors but it's so hard to deny people seeing the first little one on both sides.

I'm praying that all this passes and I look back and laugh~~well I'm already laughing when I look in the mirror and look at our house that looks like a hurricane tore through it :). I thank God everyday for my hungry little boy and my husband who will bend over backwards for us!

Visitors!

I could not believe the amount of people that came to meet Jack!!! They even put us in a bigger room bc they knew the constant flow of people wasn't going to slow down. We are so lucky to have so many people that support us! Here are some pics!