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So David is six weeks old this week and is finally starting to look like a little baby. After hours and hours of testing at Hopkins, many miles spent on the road, hundreds of dollars spent on gas, countless nights spent worrying and wondering how things would turn out, and massive amounts of stress between Chris and myself, little David Ross Sheriff came into this world at 10:05 pm on May 29th, 2012. He weighed 6 lbs 11 oz, and was 20 inches long. I delivered him via emergent c-section after he began having late decels in his heartbeat after I was put on pitocin. After he was out we finally saw what had been causing all of the problems in my pregnancy. His cord was knotted twice, wrapped around his neck twice, and then wrapped from his shoulder down between his legs twice. He was literally cocooned in his cord. After a scare in the hospital with his blood sugar being way below what it should be for three days, it finally came back up with regular two hour feedings, and we were allowed to go home Saturday, June 2nd. Since then David is eating fine, growing fine, rarely spits up or pees out of his diaper anymore. We had an issue with his cord refusing to heal (Adam's did too), his circumcision getting a little bit infected (all cleared up), and acid reflux (nothing new to this family), but everything has calmed down and stabilized into a routine now. He's not sleeping through the night yet, and even though Adam was rolling over onto his side by this point David most definitely is not, but I know every baby is different and I need to give him time to be himself. Which is fine with me. After everything I went through with him I'm just happy he's here at all, and I'm willing to give him the time to grow and mature as he sees fit. He really is a pretty chill baby all things considering.
Adam, on the other hand, has turned one and is just on the go all of the time! He's walking really good now, toddling around everywhere. Everything goes in his mouth, and he climbs all over everything and everyone. A few times I've gotten up for just a split second and have found him sitting on David in the bouncy chair upon my return. We bought him a little Mickey Mouse couch and chair set built for toddlers, it should be delivered some time tomorrow so we'll see if that helps him at all... I think if he has a place to sit he'll do better with not trying to smother his brother.
Adam is an absolute joy though. I love this age because he's so happy all of the time. Everything is hysterical to him, and he is soaking up his environment like a giant sponge. He's feeding himself with his fingers (we haven't quite mastered the spoon yet) and refuses to be fed by anyone else.. he lays down on his own to take his afternoon nap and he wakes up with red flushed cheeks, bright eyes and a mop of curly hair upon his cute little head. He's also starting to realize that David is a baby and not a toy, and that he is here to stay for good. If he notices that David's pacifier isn't in his mouth he'll try to give it to him, and if I'm sitting on the floor burping the baby Adam will come over and gently pat him on the head or the back.. he's "helping" me. It's adorable.
Daniel is Daniel, what can I say? He's been at my Dad's for the past two weeks in West Virginia.. I know he's been spoiled rotten. They went to Busch Gardens (or Kings Dominion, I don't remember), Dena bought him new shoes, I'm sure he's had soda and candy and cookies galore, there's a pool for him to swim in whenever he wants (it's only 4 feet deep and he's almost 5 feet tall), so it's all good. Hopefully he'll be living here next school year but that remains to be seen.. I'm in the process of lawyering-up as Chris calls it. I found one guy that I really like but he's really expensive so I'm trying to find someone else that won't charge me an arm and a leg.
Chris is slowly losing his mind due to school, but we're actually doing okay. It's not as stressful as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, it's really hard, I mean REALLY hard and I feel like there are a million things to do every single day and only a fraction of them get done, but we're not at each others throats like we were after Adam was born. Maybe it's because we're used to it now? I think a lot has to do with the fact that I'm not working, and I know I don't have to go back to work (hopefully until the kids are in school). I have projects at home to keep my busy (baking, turning the first floor into a playroom) but I do get lonely. That's the hardest part, that Chris and his family are the only people I ever regularly interact with. I talk to my Mom four to five times a week but that's about it. Every time Kier calls me lately I'm sleeping or feeding the kids, which honestly, that's about all I do anymore, period. Yesterday I got a lot of laundry done, the night before I got the carpets vacuumed, today I mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors and got the rugs for both washed... but I'm still going. There's still stuff to do. Lunch and dinner to make, my bag to pack for tomorrow when I go to pick up Daniel (which, by the way, I'm TERRIFIED of leaving David alone for the first time. Absolutely don't want to do it.. I'm convinced something is going to happen while I'm way, but if I take him it will be so much worse). The kitchen table needs to be cleaned off, Daniel's room needs new sheets and to be vacuumed, I need to hit the store for a few small things before I leave so Chris is okay on food and drinks and formula and baby water and what not, swing by the pharmacy to pick up David's reflux medicine, bathe both kids so he doesn't have to, sweep all of the damn dog hair up out of my foyer, find someone to clean out the garage for me, talk to the bank about our loan...
see what I mean about there always being things to do? Who ever EVER said that being a stay at home mother was easy probably wasn't one. It's not easy. It's not boring. It's.. something else. But I'm slowly getting a handle on it, one day at a time.
Adam, on the other hand, has turned one and is just on the go all of the time! He's walking really good now, toddling around everywhere. Everything goes in his mouth, and he climbs all over everything and everyone. A few times I've gotten up for just a split second and have found him sitting on David in the bouncy chair upon my return. We bought him a little Mickey Mouse couch and chair set built for toddlers, it should be delivered some time tomorrow so we'll see if that helps him at all... I think if he has a place to sit he'll do better with not trying to smother his brother.
Adam is an absolute joy though. I love this age because he's so happy all of the time. Everything is hysterical to him, and he is soaking up his environment like a giant sponge. He's feeding himself with his fingers (we haven't quite mastered the spoon yet) and refuses to be fed by anyone else.. he lays down on his own to take his afternoon nap and he wakes up with red flushed cheeks, bright eyes and a mop of curly hair upon his cute little head. He's also starting to realize that David is a baby and not a toy, and that he is here to stay for good. If he notices that David's pacifier isn't in his mouth he'll try to give it to him, and if I'm sitting on the floor burping the baby Adam will come over and gently pat him on the head or the back.. he's "helping" me. It's adorable.
Daniel is Daniel, what can I say? He's been at my Dad's for the past two weeks in West Virginia.. I know he's been spoiled rotten. They went to Busch Gardens (or Kings Dominion, I don't remember), Dena bought him new shoes, I'm sure he's had soda and candy and cookies galore, there's a pool for him to swim in whenever he wants (it's only 4 feet deep and he's almost 5 feet tall), so it's all good. Hopefully he'll be living here next school year but that remains to be seen.. I'm in the process of lawyering-up as Chris calls it. I found one guy that I really like but he's really expensive so I'm trying to find someone else that won't charge me an arm and a leg.
Chris is slowly losing his mind due to school, but we're actually doing okay. It's not as stressful as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, it's really hard, I mean REALLY hard and I feel like there are a million things to do every single day and only a fraction of them get done, but we're not at each others throats like we were after Adam was born. Maybe it's because we're used to it now? I think a lot has to do with the fact that I'm not working, and I know I don't have to go back to work (hopefully until the kids are in school). I have projects at home to keep my busy (baking, turning the first floor into a playroom) but I do get lonely. That's the hardest part, that Chris and his family are the only people I ever regularly interact with. I talk to my Mom four to five times a week but that's about it. Every time Kier calls me lately I'm sleeping or feeding the kids, which honestly, that's about all I do anymore, period. Yesterday I got a lot of laundry done, the night before I got the carpets vacuumed, today I mopped the kitchen and bathroom floors and got the rugs for both washed... but I'm still going. There's still stuff to do. Lunch and dinner to make, my bag to pack for tomorrow when I go to pick up Daniel (which, by the way, I'm TERRIFIED of leaving David alone for the first time. Absolutely don't want to do it.. I'm convinced something is going to happen while I'm way, but if I take him it will be so much worse). The kitchen table needs to be cleaned off, Daniel's room needs new sheets and to be vacuumed, I need to hit the store for a few small things before I leave so Chris is okay on food and drinks and formula and baby water and what not, swing by the pharmacy to pick up David's reflux medicine, bathe both kids so he doesn't have to, sweep all of the damn dog hair up out of my foyer, find someone to clean out the garage for me, talk to the bank about our loan...
see what I mean about there always being things to do? Who ever EVER said that being a stay at home mother was easy probably wasn't one. It's not easy. It's not boring. It's.. something else. But I'm slowly getting a handle on it, one day at a time.