Normally, I go to bed around 3am. Today I had been effectively up since 3am until 9am. Breastfed babies eat frequently, so someone has to be up every couple hours or so to feed said babies.
I think that J and I have devised that we share the burden of being on-call, but it's not an equal billing. I didn't get cut open and have regular pain/soreness, and I cannot actually feed D until J starts to pump in the seemingly distant future. What I can do is make sure D actually wants to eat when she awakes, and that J can rest when she's not needed to feed D.
When B woke up after K got on the bus, she wanted to see the baby and/or mom who were both sleeping. B decided to go back to bed, which prompted me to do the same. I got up again in time to get B ready for her bus.
Routine. No such thing exists when you have a newborn. Regardless, I am heading into work tomorrow night.
Showing posts with label Little Girl #2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Girl #2. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Birth weight surpassed on 6th day
Took D to pediatrician for first visit, and she was already weighing more than her birth weight. She's still tiny compared to K and B at 6 days, but she seems to be determined to catch up.
It was mostly uneventful today. Kids went to school without incident. D ate, pooped, wet, slept and invariably repeated the sequence throughout the day without incident.
Was cloudy and started to rain before the afternoon bus arrived. Kids were happy to be home. K is grounded from his computer for a few days for reasons I don't recall, so he was in the living room much of the time.
Both wanted hamburgers for dinner, and J agreed to the extent that it will be much cooler the rest of the week. So I grilled burgers in the rain.
D slept from the time we left the doctor's at 3 until well after eating dinner which was around 6:30. She got a bath tonight since she was a little greasy.
Got a call on my mobile this evening from a phone number I didn't recognize. Rather than ignoring it and googling 705-876-5326, I answered and spoke with "Barb" from GM Financial. She was trying to reach a former co-worker of mine whom I last spoke back in October, ironically after I had texted her that PM Financial was trying to reach her and that they had me listed as a reference for her. Both times they gave me the same number to forward her direction, 877-994-9119, though I didn't speak with Barb last time.
Maybe I need new friends, for Larry Winget said in a book that the people you consider friends influence your financial outlook. Having bill collectors calling is a bummer.
It was mostly uneventful today. Kids went to school without incident. D ate, pooped, wet, slept and invariably repeated the sequence throughout the day without incident.
Was cloudy and started to rain before the afternoon bus arrived. Kids were happy to be home. K is grounded from his computer for a few days for reasons I don't recall, so he was in the living room much of the time.
Both wanted hamburgers for dinner, and J agreed to the extent that it will be much cooler the rest of the week. So I grilled burgers in the rain.
D slept from the time we left the doctor's at 3 until well after eating dinner which was around 6:30. She got a bath tonight since she was a little greasy.
Got a call on my mobile this evening from a phone number I didn't recognize. Rather than ignoring it and googling 705-876-5326, I answered and spoke with "Barb" from GM Financial. She was trying to reach a former co-worker of mine whom I last spoke back in October, ironically after I had texted her that PM Financial was trying to reach her and that they had me listed as a reference for her. Both times they gave me the same number to forward her direction, 877-994-9119, though I didn't speak with Barb last time.
Maybe I need new friends, for Larry Winget said in a book that the people you consider friends influence your financial outlook. Having bill collectors calling is a bummer.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
In hindsight, I wish I never bought stuff as a kid
Not sure if I mentioned it, but I used to collect comic books at one point. I didn't go nuts or anything seriously devoted. I got sucked into the fad and bought a series that I liked. I had the first 8 issues of the comic, and was broached by a classmate who was much more serious about a swap. I got 16 comics for my 8. The ones I got had a central theme to them as being The Punisher, Wolverine, or New Warriors. I subsequently bought a random comic regarding Wolverine, Punisher, or Venom, but I soon forgot about my comics once I moved out of my parents' house and went to college.
I got married while in college, so I never had the complete removal of personal stuff from my technical permanent residence. I basically just abandoned my stuff thinking my folks would leave my room as is and I'd get around to it when I felt like it. I was wrong. My mom isn't sentimental and tossed my treasured things or let her animals pee on them for some in-explicit reason. My baseball cards and coin collection were salvaged from the demise, but my drawings and comics didn't.
Though I was angry when I learned of the above unfortunate events, I forgot about them much like they were the recollections of a stranger until reading an article about adult nerds being upset their retirement savings(comic collection) were being sold at pennies on the FACE value of the comics. I got angry about the loss then remembered that they were probably worthless anyways.
Getting mad about money spent on disposed items is not as silly as regretting paying for things that intended to be disposable. I bought a lot of toys that gave me many hours of joy, if I hadn't bought them, then I wouldn't have the memories and would have spent the money elsewhere.
Today, I had a couple errands which I figured K and B could tag along and give J some rest as D was napping between feedings. They both wanted to go to Target. K had a giftcard while B had toothfairy money, while I had to see if they carried newborn diapers in the quantity boxes advertised.
My mission was a wash, so we ventured to the toy section. K wanted Lego Minifigs to the Lego Movie. he had enough to buy three, while B didn't have enough to buy one(but I would spot her the difference). K quickly picked three mystery packets and was content, while B wanted specific characters, a mermaid or girl with a stripe in her hair. I started feeling the packets for telltale signs of ones to discard. K assisted in the search until we came to a packet that didn't have moveable legs much like the girl with a stripe in her hair would have. B was content with the finding so we left with those four.
K would soon be crying when we got home, for he picked two minifigs he already had from our trip to the Lego Store on New Year's Day. Sad that B was patient to get a figue she wanted while the older K was haphazard with his decision. Maybe one day he'll be better with his money. Just last week he wanted to spend $4 on a digital edition of a 25 page Star Wars Comic, which I am glad I talked him out of purchasing.
Neither kid wanted to go get Pizza Pizza, but they wanted Crazy Bread. they didn't eat the Crazy Bread the last time I got it, so I didn't get it. Sure it's $1.99 if you bother to go to their website and print the $2.00 off coupon that is always there, but $1.99 is better saved than wasted in my book. Ironically, I bought two pizzas for $5 since I got my pizza card filled last time I was there.
Tonight, I watched the Playoff game in hopes of seeing Tom Brady cry, but the game was a blowout in his favor. I could have used that time spent elsewhere besides the tv screen.
I got married while in college, so I never had the complete removal of personal stuff from my technical permanent residence. I basically just abandoned my stuff thinking my folks would leave my room as is and I'd get around to it when I felt like it. I was wrong. My mom isn't sentimental and tossed my treasured things or let her animals pee on them for some in-explicit reason. My baseball cards and coin collection were salvaged from the demise, but my drawings and comics didn't.
Though I was angry when I learned of the above unfortunate events, I forgot about them much like they were the recollections of a stranger until reading an article about adult nerds being upset their retirement savings(comic collection) were being sold at pennies on the FACE value of the comics. I got angry about the loss then remembered that they were probably worthless anyways.
Getting mad about money spent on disposed items is not as silly as regretting paying for things that intended to be disposable. I bought a lot of toys that gave me many hours of joy, if I hadn't bought them, then I wouldn't have the memories and would have spent the money elsewhere.
Today, I had a couple errands which I figured K and B could tag along and give J some rest as D was napping between feedings. They both wanted to go to Target. K had a giftcard while B had toothfairy money, while I had to see if they carried newborn diapers in the quantity boxes advertised.
My mission was a wash, so we ventured to the toy section. K wanted Lego Minifigs to the Lego Movie. he had enough to buy three, while B didn't have enough to buy one(but I would spot her the difference). K quickly picked three mystery packets and was content, while B wanted specific characters, a mermaid or girl with a stripe in her hair. I started feeling the packets for telltale signs of ones to discard. K assisted in the search until we came to a packet that didn't have moveable legs much like the girl with a stripe in her hair would have. B was content with the finding so we left with those four.
K would soon be crying when we got home, for he picked two minifigs he already had from our trip to the Lego Store on New Year's Day. Sad that B was patient to get a figue she wanted while the older K was haphazard with his decision. Maybe one day he'll be better with his money. Just last week he wanted to spend $4 on a digital edition of a 25 page Star Wars Comic, which I am glad I talked him out of purchasing.
Neither kid wanted to go get Pizza Pizza, but they wanted Crazy Bread. they didn't eat the Crazy Bread the last time I got it, so I didn't get it. Sure it's $1.99 if you bother to go to their website and print the $2.00 off coupon that is always there, but $1.99 is better saved than wasted in my book. Ironically, I bought two pizzas for $5 since I got my pizza card filled last time I was there.
Tonight, I watched the Playoff game in hopes of seeing Tom Brady cry, but the game was a blowout in his favor. I could have used that time spent elsewhere besides the tv screen.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Cold, Blue Monday
I don't recall the last time I didn't go outside during a 24 hour period, but that was the case today. Watching the news tonight, they said it was Blue Monday for a number of factors. When I hear that term, I think of Slapstick, by Kurt Vonnegut. I don't need an artificial family, for my wife and kids keep me from feeling lonesome. They were all home today.
K and B didn't have school, so I didn't have to wait at the bus stop. Though it was my day off, I would have gone in if they needed me. Work closed early, so no need for me.
It's to be colder Tuesday, and school is already canceled, but I have to venture out tomorrow. Baby is coming Wednesday, and I need to have stuff set for our trip to the hospital.
One would think with this being our 3rd child, everything would be encore time, but neither previous pregnancy concluded in this manner, and a lot is forgotten after years. I remember when J called me to take her to the hospital when she started labor with K. I remember driving J to the scheduled inducement for B five years later. Some memories are fuzzy and blur between the two, but they were distinctly different deliveries. Neither was breech.
Ohio weather is funny. I think it was cold when K was born. I know it was unseasonably cool when B was born in mid-May for I had long sleeve shirts packed. Should warm up a little by the time #3 comes, but it will still be cold. Hopefully, the kids don't destroy the house while we're gone, for my mother in-law is on the mend though up to keeping them in line a few days. She doesn't need to overexert herself.
K and B didn't have school, so I didn't have to wait at the bus stop. Though it was my day off, I would have gone in if they needed me. Work closed early, so no need for me.
It's to be colder Tuesday, and school is already canceled, but I have to venture out tomorrow. Baby is coming Wednesday, and I need to have stuff set for our trip to the hospital.
One would think with this being our 3rd child, everything would be encore time, but neither previous pregnancy concluded in this manner, and a lot is forgotten after years. I remember when J called me to take her to the hospital when she started labor with K. I remember driving J to the scheduled inducement for B five years later. Some memories are fuzzy and blur between the two, but they were distinctly different deliveries. Neither was breech.
Ohio weather is funny. I think it was cold when K was born. I know it was unseasonably cool when B was born in mid-May for I had long sleeve shirts packed. Should warm up a little by the time #3 comes, but it will still be cold. Hopefully, the kids don't destroy the house while we're gone, for my mother in-law is on the mend though up to keeping them in line a few days. She doesn't need to overexert herself.
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