Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Other times, she misses her mouth and ends up looking a little something like this:
And I mean, that's cool, too.
Since I've been in and out of the hospital every day to visit my mom, some of our friends have been watching Audrey more. There have been a few times that she's gone in with me; I know my mom misses her and I think it helps to lift her spirits sometimes. However, it is a hospital, so I don't want her spending too much time there. Other times she'll hang out with Spencer (Dad), too, which is probably my first choice. I always feel bad leaving her, even though I know that everyone who has babysat her will take good care of her and is totally pumped to do it. Her and I have spent extra time snuggling and everything lately, just in case. I think she has been picking up on some of the stress going on in this house right now. I feel like babies are more perceptive than we give them credit for. I get nervous that she'll feel like I'm ditching her. But then I remember that she's only 3 months old (as of today! how crazy!) and probably doesn't think of that. Plus it's good for her to spend some time with other people in my opinion. It's crazy, after becoming a parent I feel like everything I do will ruin her. We used to always tell my mom that she worried too much, and she'd always say, "Just wait until you're a parent...then you'll understand!" Yet again, my mom was right! However, I'm slowly beginning to realize that where my baby sleeps or how much time she's held or how many onesies she has or how long she sits in a poopy diaper that I didn't know about etc. etc. etc. is not going to determine what kind of kid she is; my parenting, discipline, and love will handle that.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I am emotionally drained.
I've been trying to stay strong in front of her, and she's been SO amazingly positive it's not even funny. It makes me sad to think of when she's alone in the hospital at night. It's got to be terrifying. Being a mother now, I understand how much she's trying to stay strong for us, just as much as we're trying to stay strong for her and I'm trying to stay strong for Audrey. Falling apart is just not an option. I can be upset. I can cry. But I just cannot let everything fall apart.
We have just been inundated with phone calls from concerned friends and family. A lot of people had no idea. Heck WE had no idea until just about 2 days ago. We're so lucky to have everyone's love and support, but I do feel like I've constantly been on the phone explaining everything over and over. It's so painful to rehash again and again. I know that people mean well, and I want everyone to know what's going on. There's a nice website that I may use to keep everyone updated. Hopefully that'll cut down on some of the repetitiveness.
Needless to say, with more important things occupying every inch of my brain, this blog may slow down. However, it is very nice for venting, that's for sure.
I love you, mom. Fight like hell.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
After this, she started bawling.
Usually Audrey absolutely looooves getting a bath, but tonight, that was just not the case at all. However, today (and the past few days in general) she has been a little extra fussy and needy than usual. I'm sure it's just a phase. She just seems unsettled. Growth spurt perhaps? Or maybe she's just not having a good day. We're all entitled to that every now and then, right?
For some reason, she got unusually fussy during bath time. She always seems to like bath time, so I felt kind of bad for her. She has these little Baby Einstein bath books, and when I read them to her, she gets so excited and arches her back and flails her arms and pushes off her legs. She practically goes under; I have to keep a strong hold on her! She loves reading books it seems. Granted, tonight I was taking pictures of her, so maybe that pissed her off. I know I wouldn't want someone taking pictures of me in the bath tub, especially if I had farted/pooped a little the past two baths. I mean, I always courteously crop out her lady parts. But come on, she just looked so damn cute. She always does, especially when lounging in her little pink bath tub. I can't help it.
Before her umbilical cord fell off, we had to give Audrey sponge baths which she absolutely despised. It must have been so freezing. I would suck to be wiped down with a wash cloth while being completley naked on a countertop while your entire family looks on. It usually went something like this:
Uggh those umbilical cords are pretty nasty looking. I didn't know that babies went home wiht those things until, like, a month or two before I had her. I guess it's one of those things that no one tells you about having a baby. Jeesh, I should make a list of all those things.
Anyway, I must admit, after it fell off (some of it came off on Easter as my Grandma was cuddling with her...awkwaaaard), I stored it in a little Zip-Loc bag. Is that weird? As a mother, I find the need to keep the most ridiculous things (umbilical cord bits) and write down the most random details (the first time Audrey had an explosive poop while getting her diaper changed). It's weird. But so much fun.
However, after her sponge baths, she was always greatly relieved and ended up looking more like this:
Now it's like the opposite. She loooves hanging out in her spa-like bath tub, but she hates getting out, even if she is wrapped and cuddled in a hooded towel. Usually when I get her out of the tub she screams and screams. It's the most crying she does in a day. Other than that, she's usually relatively calm.
On the topic of baths, those hooded towels are soo freaking cute. I want a towel like that! I'm not gonna lie, the duck towel (below) totally fit on my head while I was trying to entertain her. I cracked myself up while she more or less looked at me like, "Mom, you're crazy."
I'm sure I'll get that look more and more as the years pass by. And I love it :)
Monday, June 8, 2009
I love taking goofy pictures of her while she's asleep. Ok, acutally I love taking pictures of her in general. Butttt, here's some funny sleeping pictures. Actually, these can be categorized even further as sleeping pictures that include a pacifier. God, I'm pathetic.
However, she did more than simply sleep the day away (well, kind of). My boyfriend (aka "Dad") came by to hang out for a while today. It's so cute to watch her stare him down, and I love watching him interact with her, too. There's obviously a lot of love there :) He cracks me up, though. Spencer has accumulated a good deal of tattoos (which I have no problem with, by the way; in fact, I quite like them), and I remember he asked me, "What's Audrey going to think of her father having all these tattoos?" I told him she wouldn't know any different because he's the only father she'll ever have haha. Plus, she'll probably wonder why Dad's skin is so much cooler and more colorful than Mom's skin.I love that picture for some reason. I just love how she's lounging on him. A friend of mine tie-dyed Audrey 5 onesies, and I have to say, I think that's one of the cutest, most creative gifts I've gotten. So cute and comfy.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Hahaha I just love that face!! It's things like that that make me jealous of babies. They can get away with just about anything. She burps and farts like a trucker (as my mom so eloquently describes). She has two chins and countless rolls. She snores like the guy in the Breathe Right commercials before he came up with his handy invention. She can usually be found with a trail of drool connected to her onesie. She has had poop all the way up to her shoulder blades and all the way down to her ankles. TO HER SHOULDER BLADES AND ANKLES FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. It must be nice. I mean, I'm not saying that it would be fun to have poop smeared up my back, but the fact that babies can do all that and STILL have everyone "Ohhh"-ing and "Ahhh"-ing over them sure says a lot.
Here's a prime example of the drooling thing:
You know, she'll probably kill me if she ever sees this blog. Looking through my photo gallery, I certainly have some blackmail for down the road. That's what mothers are for though, right? To embarrass their children. My mom always said that her mother embarrassed her and she fully intends to embarrass us. And she has succeeded. I mean, in my brother's baby calendar, she marked down the day he found his penis in the bathtub. Nice Chris. But, I have to say, I definitely plan on continuing the tradition down to the next generation of our family. Lucky Audrey :)
Monday, June 1, 2009
Here's a picture of the thigh that she got stabbed twice in:
Poor thing. But she's a little trooper. For a two month old, she did great. Just look at that pudgey little thigh and her little arm rolls.
Speaking of pudgey-ness, she now weighs 12 pounds 1 ounce and is 23 inches long. This puts her in the 75 percentile for weight and the 77 percentile for height. The nurse commented on how tall she is which I found a bit funny since she's being measured in inches. But for a two month old, that is rather "tall" I suppose (since I know anything about two month old height). Oh, and her head circumference is 15 1/4 inches. That's a fun measurement. Hey, good to know.
Today she rocked her head to toe Polo gear :) So cute. However, she wasn't really in a picture taking mood apparantly.
She seemed pretty exhausted tonight and completely passed out pretty early. I guess we did have a busy day. We stopped in to see Uncle Chris at work, stopped at HACC so that I could sell my books back (a little over $100 for 3 books = boooyyaaaa) and get a new password for their website, and stopped at the Harrisburg Neato for a delicious Cowboy Crunch. Soo yummy, especially with chili instead of refried beans. I mean, she slept most of the time, but still, it was a lot of running around. My arms are killllllling me from lugging around that car seat. Good God, I'll certainly have some toned arms, that's for sure.