No Sick Days for Mommies

I woke up today at my typical 2:45 to feed baby and thought, "hmm, my throat is a bit scratchy." But this is nothing new to me, I mean common, the weather is changing, the kids at work are typically sick from October to April with some type of cold or whatever and BJ just got over a cold. I was actually surprised my cold took this long to show up. So I fed Elijah and went back to bed, however, in the 45 minutes I was up I started to get massive sinus pressure. Fabulous, this will be a fun cold. By the time I woke up in the morning I felt just about the same but lots of sinus pressure. I think, "I'm still good, I can breathe out of my nose and I really don't feel run down. Then BAM out of no where my back starts to hurt. One thing I have learned over the last couple of years is, if my muscles ache like I just had a super long workout but my butt never left the couch, I am sick. As the day went on, I got achier and achier. By the time we got home around 4, I took my temp. BINGO 100.4, can't go to work tomorrow. Kids have to be fever free 24 hours, so do clinicians. So I call up the doc. to ask what I should do about Elijah since I don't want him sick. Doc tells me sorta the opposite of what I was expecting, we get to spend the next couple of hours together until I'm all better. Reason being, since I strictly give Elijah breast milk it becomes his own little anti-cold/flu medicine. And It has to be given directly from the source to have the most anti-bodies. Great. I get to stay home from work tomorrow, but baby, who is perfectly healthy, gets to stay with me just so he doesn't get sick. I hope I can get through the day okay. If not Daddy is just a phone call away to come help.

Bed wetting

For one member of the house hold it is appropriate and expected for the bed to be wet every once in awhile, for the other members it is not acceptable. Let me tell you about the wet bed that I encountered last night.

At 2:45 am Elijah woke up and wanted to be fed. That's fine, that's normal. So I got out of my nice warm, 2 comforter, heated mattress pad bed to feed him. As I was feeding him he decided to poop. Not just poop though explosive diaper poop all up the back and all. It was great so I changed him, and fed him the second half of his midnight meal. As I was feeding him I heard Rescue in the bed room readjust herself. Again, normal, Rescue typically likes to sleep touching us and when one of us gets up she will typically take over there spot. Elijah finishes and I put him back to bed. All good. I walk into the bedroom and practically find Rescue on my pillow. Not the first time, I laugh, wake up BJ and tell him to look at the dog. He snicker and tells Rescue to move, then rolls over and goes back to sleep. Rescue looks at me and puts her head back down. Mean while, I climb back into bed and dig my feet under the dog to make her move she literally flies off the bed and heads to her doggy bed on the floor. I try to convince her to get back in the bed which she does and tries to sleep on my lap, at that point things go from normal to way not normal. I then stretch out my legs and my feet hit a damp spot. I pull my feet back and think, "did I really keep the bed on that high that my feet sweat that much?" I then put my feet back to feel it again, not just damp, soaking. Then I get the smell. PEE. BJ gets a punch to the kidneys and "Rescue flipping peed in the bed!" His response, "are you sure?" What do you mean am I sure, real sure that wet spot at the end of the bed is pee. We then have to get up, change the sheets, and the covers but here is the problem. As you just read, I just changed the sheets Wednesday, so the second set of sheets we have for our bed are dirty and we only have two comforters and they were both on the bed. Really?? Really?? at that point Elijah wakes back up. GRRR. Put the baby back to bed, put Rescue in her crate, BAD DOG, get a blanket and quilt out of the closet.

The only good thing, due to the # of layers on the bed the heated mattress pad did not get wet and that's the only way we stayed warm the rest of the night.

Bed

Many of you may know that one of my favorite past times is sleeping. I love a good nap, I love sleeping in Hotels, I just love sleep. My favorite thing about the change in weather is the change in bedding. the last couple of night Bj and I have been going to bed freezing. We have to cuddle up shivering for about 20 minutes before we are warm enough to sleep. I also sit there the whole time and talking about getting out the heated mattress pad. Well last night I did it myself. I stripped the bed and put on the new mattress pad and new sheets along with a down comforter. It makes me so happy the first week after I change the bed for winter. All day today all I could think about was the bed and how great it would be to sleep in my bed. So the one thing I am so excited about is going to sleep tonight! I love sleep did I mention that?

The Fish and the Baby that tried to Kill me

Last night BJ thought he would be the wonderful husband that I know he is. So he made some fish that was marinated in spices. Now #1 not a fan of fish or really anything that swims but I'll eat it if that's what is for dinner. And #2 I hate, and I mean HATE anything spicy. So as I'm getting ready to eat BJ takes a bite and says, hmm it seems a bit more spicy than last time. I think, "yeah it's probably just a bit spicy, I ate it last time, I can eat it this time." I took one bite and thought my mouth was actually on fire. I was holding Elijah and i was trying to spit out the food, and give Elijah to BJ without dropping my plate and screaming all at the same time. I then proceeded to down two glasses of milk. How do people eat stuff like that?? It wasn't even a taste it was a feeling. How do you enjoy the feeling of pain while eating what is supposed to be delicious food? I don't know. It all just stunk.

Then last night, Elijah took an hour to go to sleep. (Not typical, usually 20-30 min. max). Then proceeded to wake up 3 times and the last time (3:00 am) he decided he didn't want to go back to bed. After an hour of me struggling with him I went and woke up BJ and told him it was his turn and I needed some sleep. BJ then spent the next hour trying to get him to go back to sleep. I got back up at 5 and fed him when he fell back asleep. By this time BJ was annoyed and sleepy so we both slept in past our alarms and went in to work 45 minutes later. Then this morning Elijah looked at us and smiled and we forgave him, but only because he is sooo cute. I tried to get a picture of him but he has now decided that when he sees a camera he will stop smiling. What a bum.

Big boobies

My whole life I have never really been blessed with a chest. I would say I have more than some, but definitely less than most. Since being pregnant I was introduced to the world of boobies. Initially I thought it was great in the first/second trimester, then in the third trimester I was just so bummed about my whole body being sooooo incredibly large I was done with extra body parts. Then Elijah showed up. Belly shrunk, boobies got bigger, and bigger. I never quite understood why people who looked the same size as me needed shirt sizes bigger to fit their chest. Well as I start to go through my clothes that came out of my closet during my pregnancy I realize that none of my sweaters will fit until I'm done being a cow. All my shirts are just so unflattering now. I typically end up wearing my work Polo's every day just so I don't have to see my chest in shirts.

I mean really how ironic is that, all growing up I wanted bigger boobs, now I have them and I want to get rid of them. Life is so unfair.

I'm Shrinking

Since about this time last year I slowly started to gain a small amount of weight, then quickly gained a lot of weight. 45 pounds to be exact over the course of 9 months. After Elijah was born I quickly lost 30 pounds in about 4-5 weeks. Since then I have slowly but surly continued to lose a little weight every week or so. This would seem really awesome if my body wasn't also shrinking. The weekend before I went back to work I went out and bought about 6 pairs of pants so I could go back to work not wearing maternity pants. Now however, all those pairs of pants are getting a bit on the big size but my pre-maternity pants are still slightly to small. Grr, stuck between a rock and a hard place, but at least I fit.

Baby Socks

I was going to post on sleepy Sundays but I forgot my camera with the DJ stuff that was sent back to my In-laws about 45 minutes before I remembered it was there. So instead baby socks it is.

Okay I would like to talk with the individual who thought that socks should be made in baby sizes. I am sure that who ever decided to make these darn things never had a baby because if they did they would actually work. Here are my complaints about the little socks. First, they hardly ever stay on. Now with the changing weather I fear for my child's toes to get so cold they just up and fall off so I put on little socks. I then spend the next 5 hours readjusting them pulling them back up until I finally get fed up and yank them off. Second, if they do stay on they are so darn tight that the chubby little legs/feet of the baby have sock imprints on them. Elijah's feet in socks look like my feet when I was pregnant. Sausages in fabric. And third, If they do stay on, every time you have to change a diaper, they are just one more thing you have to remove. If you don't remove the socks then your baby is bound to dip one or both of his feet in the poopy diaper that he just created for you.

My solution, all baby pants should be make with little booties attached just like the all the pajamas. That way the toes stay warm and you don't spend your whole day fixing the socks. Tada.

On another note, I started to go back and put labels on all of my posts and reading all the old posts. It's my mind and I really don't how it works. Some of them are funny if you pick a label and read several of the posts you might get a kick out of them.

The Giggle

Last week (Friday maybe) Carissa (who Elijah spends his days with) told me that he laughed for the first time that day. A real laugh too. Up until that point Elijah's laugh has been more of a gagging sound with a very very very wide open smile. We used to call a bug catcher in color guard way back in the day. However, she told me it was a real laugh that was just soooo cute. Apparently the rest of the day all the kids were trying to get Elijah to laugh which is probably why he has refused to laugh for me. Up until TODAY!!! It was great. We were playing on the floor and Rescue was being a slightly crazy dog which was getting me worried.

Short story of Rescue: From the day we brought her home I have been convinced that our dog needs Doggy Occupational Therapy. She has difficulty with transitions, she has gravitational insecurity (she wouldn't go up stairs), and she has problems figuring out where her body is in space (runs in to walls, frequently step on your foot with her incredibly long toe nails, and can't tell when she is pooping). She also has doggie ADHD (runs in the family I guess) because she is the only dog in the world that takes 20 minutes to pee and that's when she really has to go.

So anyway, Rescue was being wild and crazy and came with in centimeters of stepping on little Elijah's head while killing one of her jungle animals. Well since I felt bad for her being in her crate all day I didn't want to make her stop running around so every time she came running into the room I would cover Elijah with my body. Well Elijah just though that, that was absolutely hilarious and started his typical giggle, then broke into a laugh. Carissa was right, it was SOOOO adorable. It actually made me cry a little bit. I love him!

Thursday

By Thursday night I can hardly keep my eyes open. I don't know why, for the most part Thursday is no different than every other day. I do work close to 10 hours on Thursday, and have the possibility of seeing 9 kiddos. However, on Wednesday I work just under 8 hours and can also see 9 kiddos. I just don't understand how working more hours, given a couple more breaks makes me more exhausted than less hours with more kids. Either way by the time I get home Thursday, I get dinner on the table, pump and sit down on the couch I am practically half a sleep. The last two weeks I have fallen asleep in the last 15 minutes of the Mentalist meaning I miss the ending. I'm trying to make it through the t.v. shows tonight. Cross your fingers.

Sorry no pictures of Elijah tonight.

Distractablity

BJ and I both have a touch of Attention Deficit Disorder (the longer I'm around BJ the more I think BJ has more than a touch, but SHHHH). So as I mentioned before this causes some interesting moments between BJ and I, mostly in our conversations. For most of the time we have 2-3 conversations going at the same time and never actually finish one. However, lately as I hang round Elijah I see baby ADD and it makes me giggle. Like yesterday, as I was trying to feed Elijah he kept seeing my hair and batting at it, then giggling which caused him to stop eating. It was actually very funny because it was a cycle of eat, bat the hair, laugh, eat, bat the hair, laugh repeat. Finally I gave up and he went to daycare with very little breakfast and lots of extra food for when he got hungry there.

Creapy crawly

So I was going to post about a really stupid program called "my baby can read." But God decided to give me something else to post about. All I have to say about this program is that if any one of you how have children buy this program to teach your child to read before the age of 3. I will come over to your house steal the program and scold you for it. GRRR stupid.

Anyway. So in two days there have been two giant spiders in our house. They were both found in the same spot in the house and it really has me thinking where these things are living when we don't see them. And what in Gods name are they eating to get so darn big. Since living in this house we have had a total of 5 of these giant spiders. Let me tell you about all of them.

So the first one was in the laundry room probably about a year ago. I was moving the wet clothes from the washer to the drier when a giant spider ran out from under the drier and hid under a tub. I promptly ran out of the laundry room and made BJ go kill it. He laughing at me was like "it's probably only a little thing." Not even 30 seconds after he went in to the laundry room I heard "ahhh, Oh dear God" then WHAP "he's dead, that was disgusting." Yeah see when I say monster spider I mean it.

The second on BJ found it tried to hide behind the refrigerator. BJ calmed this second one was bigger than the first and actually moved the refrigerator to kill it. But, being so big he didn't want to squish is so he sucked it up with the vacuum. This actually didn't kill it so he took the vacuum canister outside where he squashed it.

The third was when I was pregnant and wasn't sleeping. I would come downstairs after an hour of tossing and turning. But typically I would not turn on any lights hoping that I would be able to fall asleep eventually. This night I decided to turn on a light when I went into the kitchen for some odd reason saw a giant spider staring back at me right where I would have walked. Well seeing as it was about 4 am I didn't want to wake up BJ I decided to try to capture it. I have caught a couple of spiders in shot glasses (and now a days that the only use for our shot glasses) but this one's body was as big as the glass opening. I though about a regular glass, but, its legs were so long that I would probably touch one of them and it would take off running. Totally not what I wanted to happen. So I finally found a giant Tupperware and threw it from as far as possible to keep him there. When BJ woke up he was surprised I was brave enough to get that close to it.

The forth one was yesterday. Rescue was playing bug hunter and had stalked a smaller spider to the patio door and had got it a couple of times but kept spitting it out. So I helped her and kept moving the rug hat the spider was crawling under so she could eat it. She finished her spider and I was praising her for it when I saw the giant one. I started screaming because BJ just went into the garage. He actually heard me on the complete other side of the house. He came in and killed it.

The fifth one was tonight same spot as last night. But, of course I found it after BJ took Elijah up to bed so I had to stay in the kitchen watching it in case it decided to try and hide from us.

I hate spiders! They are worse than rodents because they have lots more legs. Eww.

I love my hubby

Today marks the 12 year anniversary of when BJ and I first started dating. It's crazy for me to think that we have been together for 12 years and never once have broken up. Every time we hit one of these anniversaries we typically have a conversation along these lines. So did you ever thing 12 years ago this is where you would end up? Wife, house, dog, kid all with me?? And every year the answer is the same. Nope! So today I will tell you some of the reasons why I love my hubby.

1. He will kill giant furry spiders that magically appear in the kitchen at random times.
2. He can reach things on shelves that are over my head.
3. His car is always clean so I don't have to worry about ever cleaning mine out.
4. He is artsy fartsy and had a better eye for color matching than I do. Hence why he does all the color schemes for our house.
5. He always makes me laugh.
6. He knows how to tune me out so I still think he is listening when I start to complain about life.
7. He listens when he knows it counts.
8. He is patient with me even if he isn't with the rest of the world.
9. He gets the way my mind works.
10. He knows when I'm having a rough time by the tone of my voice and without me telling him whats wrong.
11. Even though he doesn't do as much as I would like him to he knows how to cook.
12. He likes to cook.
13. He is snuggly like a teddy bear.
14. He is just as ADD as I am which makes for some very interesting moments in our house.
15. He is good at sports, and I enjoy watching him play.
16. He gets up for Elijah in the middle of the night when I tell him to.
17. He has the best smile in the world (second only to Elijah's).
18. He puts forth 100% effort towards new tasks and things he loves.
19. He can now vacuum a room correctly (he is very trainable).
20. He does things for me, my way just so I won't complain about them too much.

There are plenty more but those are some of my favorites.

Love you dear!

Bears game

Today was Elijah's first tailgating experience, and B.J.'s third Bear's game. Here's how the day went.

So BJ was out way late last night DJ a wedding. I think he got home some where between 2 and 2:30 when Elijah decided he was hungry. While I fed the baby BJ fell fast asleep. At 5 Eli woke up again and wanted more food. As I was feeding him he had a HUGE explosive dipper. Now typically in that state of mind (sleepy that is) I would call for BJ to come help me clean it up. However, I felt sorry for him since I had an extra 3 hours of sleep I figured I could probably figure it all out without him. I then preceded to not dress Elijah in fear that he would ruin his nicely planned out outfit for the day. After showering and getting dressed I woke up BJ at 6. We finished getting ready and left the house (about 5 min. after I really wanted too but not to bad) heading to my co-workers parents house to start the day. On the way there, BJ and I had a brain fart and turned the wrong way for about 5 min. before I realized we were going the wrong way.

Once on the Bears bus Elijah fell back asleep and we picked up my co-workers brother and nephew (age 4) who was sooo super excited about going to a Bears game he was off the walls. We got down to Chicago about 8:15 and started to cook. We had waffliges for breakfast (waffles with a sausage patty in the middle of them) followed by some type of delicious sandwich for lunch. Then everyone beside Elijah and I left for the game. Eli and I got on the bus turned on the T.V. and watched the pre-game while dogging the bees that were stuck in the bus and pissed about it all while feeding Elijah. Eventually we both fell asleep for a nice afternoon nap. I found it funny that even though we were watching the game live I could hear the stadium noise about 30 seconds to a minute before anything would happen on T.V. so it gave me time to prep Elijah for horns honking before they honked.

Everyone returned to the bus around 3, 3:30ish when the drunk lady from the bus next to us came on and was about to eat Elijah if I would have let her. We hung out for a bit longer then packed up and left the parking lot around 4:30 where we promptly got stuck in traffic. Elijah was good for most the ride home until about 6:15 when he decided he was really hungry and had blown out another dipper.

Over all great day, I enjoyed my nap on the bus during the second half and I got to eat great food, B.J. had a great time at the game and loved the food, and Elijah was a good boy and got plenty of attention all day long.

Cold Part 2

Tomorrow we are going with my co-workers family and a bunch of their friends to the Bears vs. Lions game in Chicago. Her family has session tickets and has offered to take us for several years now, which is the only way we would ever be able to go. However, as much fun we have, I didn't really expect to go this year for several reasons. First, we typically go to the Bears vs. Vikings game and this year it is the Monday after Christmas and we will be coming home from Michigan that day, and Secondly, we have the baby now. So when they asked us to go this year, I knew BJ would be devastated if I turned them down so we just had to figure out things with the baby. Now for anyone who knows me, I'm not a big sports person. All the interest in sports was really given to all of my other siblings, I go for food and the time out entertainment. So I figured Elijah and I could go down with them and when they all go into the game Elijah and I will stay on the bus and (hopefully) nap. Great.

Well all week I have been watching the weather and for tomorrow it is supposed to be a high of 58 and a low of 45. We will probably be outside most of the day and that means so will Elijah. I have a difficult time regulating my body temperature and I know babies do too, so I have to figure out how to keep baby Elijah warm tomorrow. This process has actually been the only thing consuming my mind outside of work stuff for the past couple of days. So this afternoon we did a practice run with the layers to make sure they all fit together nicely. Now keep in mind that my son has a habit of blowing out dippers at the most inconvenient time, so everything that he is putting on, I have to pack a second one (and in some instances a third and fourth one) in anticipation of a blown out dipper and not wanting him to run around naked in the chilly fall weather on the shore of Lake Michigan. (Sorry all the pictures are sideways. I'm sleepy and don't want to fix them. Turn your head and they look great.)

Here's what we started with. Dipper. Very important layer.

Next came the long sleeve onesie (with a football helmet on it), long pants (these ones are the backups cuz the ones he will be wearing were in the wash), and socks (with polar bears on them).

Then a jumper with open legs and arms (Space monkey).

And the last layer of clothing. Flannel footie pajamas (with polar bears all over), and his Vikings skull cap to keep his ears and head warm. We are also bringing his hoody too just in case we need another layer or something. See, see, see what kind of mother I have already turned myself into. I might as well pack all of his clothing just in case. and his poor boy then has to smash himself in the the Bjorn for most of the day. HA, I might regret this quickly tomorrow. Well I'm off to put thought into what I should wear tomorrow.

Cold Part 1

So several years ago my brother, sister, BJ, my step-mom (also named Kelly) and I were all sitting around talking about my sister leaving for collage. During that conversation Kelly said that once your a parent the one thing that you constantly worry about is if your child is warm enough. In my head I thought, "really, warm enough isn't there other things to concern yourself with once you become a parent?" Well needless to say she was right. I have figured out that most of the other things that concern you come and go. And almost nothing sticks in your mind as many times as if they are warm enough. Poor Elijah will probably never be cold because I hate being cold myself so I constantly am thinking about if he is warm enough.

Lately with the change in weather (and man was it a quick change) Elijah's room has been cold. Now I take after my mother (slightly) with the temperature of the house. This probably is one of the things that drives me the most crazy about me is the temperature of our house. In the winter I think the house should be colder, and in the summer the house should be warmer. It makes me laugh when in the winter people have their house temp at 75 but in the summer they turn down temp to 65. I mean come on, dress appropriately and save some money. Now here is my dilemma. Since having a child I am torn between the temp of the house and the temp of my baby. It makes it even harder because Elijah's room is the coldest room in the house. He has 2 outside walls and he is above the garage that isn't that warm, plus the kid sucks on his hands so they are always wet and freezing.

Tonight we solved the problem. We headed off to my favorite store in the world, Costco, and bought a space heater for Elijah's room. We found a cute little one that turns and the actual screen of the heater doesn't get that warm so I don't have to be a crazy freak when Elijah starts crawling around.

Here are some pictures of Elijah's room. Sorry no pictures of Eli tonight, but tomorrow in the second part of cold I will have some.

Crib, which will turn into a toddler bed and then a big boy bed eventually. Please note all the cute stuffed animals that are waiting for Elijah to be able to sleep with them without the risk of SIDS! Some day, some day.Here is my favorite part of the room. The rocking chair! It's where I spend many a nights feeding the baby. The dresser is our current changing table, slightly messy but oh well. Notice all the books and fun things waiting for Elijah to be able to attend long enough to them. Also one of the outside walls. between the rocking chair and the other picture is the giant window in the room which I still want to get curtains for but I don't know what kind I want yet.Stash-o-dippers and Elijah's Christmas present. SHH don't tell him it's on the floor in his room maybe he will be surprised in 3 months time. Oh and note most of the diapers on the floor are too small for him and I still need to return them to get the next size. What a pain.

Unrelated note, this was Rescue on Sunday night during a crazy rain storm. She was glued to my leg all night, then when BJ came home he wanted to clean out the garage so he could park his car in it. Well not wanting to leave Rescue in the house with the storm I had her come out with us. After about a minute I couldn't find the dog and I looked down and she was under the work bench BJ built, like it was her own personal loft bed. We thought it was funny so we took a picture.

Brain Fart

So all day long I think about things to blog about that night once dinner is done, and Elijah is in bed. However, after all those things have happened I actually forget what I had thought about all day long. Now this isn't something new for me. I have a strong tendency to forget what I am doing while I am doing it. Kinda embarrassing. In fact, a 5 year old beat me in memory the other day and I was actually trying to win.

Now I'm not one to point fingers but it's not my fault. I'm blaming it on family. First of all my mother is one that forgets things almost always (sorry mom). With my mom it actually is sort of fun. I can ask her what she wants for her birthday/Christmas about 5 days before the actual event, buy the one thing that she thinks she wants, and by the time she opens it 5 days later she has completely forgot what she has asked for and thinks my brother and I are the smartest and best people in the whole wide world because we read her mind. It's great!

However, it goes back one more generation. Last year at Christmas we were all sitting around talking about our absent mindedness and my Grandfather confessed to being the source of all our decreased memory skills.

So in conclusion, I'm sure I had about 5 great ideas on what to post about tonight but due to faulty brain waves I can't remember what any of them were.

Sorry. Maybe I'll start texting myself ideas so come blog time I will know what I wanted to share with you all. HAHA.

Ewww gross

So this is how my day has gone and all my bodily fluid encounters.
1. Woke up at the typical 2:00 am time because Elijah was requesting to be fed. Fine that's normal.

2. Elijah is up again at 4:30 crying. This is not so normal and since I knew he shouldn't be hungry I had BJ get up to change him. Elijah starts screaming so I can't sleep so I go and see what BJ is doing to torture my son so bad. Turns out he had peed out of his diaper all over his night gown, and bed. Well thanks to my boss we had double lined the bed sheets for just this situation. While BJ cleans up the baby I deal with the bed.

3. Feeding Elijah at 6:00 before I get ready for work and he decides to spit up all down my back and arm. YUM

4. Coming down stairs with Elijah he spits up on me again. Awesome. The kid is super full. I decide not to change because i will most likely get sneezed on or spit on sometime during the day. What is one more?

By this time I think great I'm off to work it will be a good clean day. HA, wrong.

5. My first kid of the day shows up about 10 minuets early but since I was pumping I couldn't go get her early. Pukes in the waiting room all over the sign in counter, her mother and the floor.

6. My boss in a frantic rush to clean it up comes running into the room I was pumping in to grab the disinfectant cleaner. Surprised both of us once she realized I was pumping. I just had to laugh.

7. Second kid of the day wet her pants just before therapy and is wearing shorts with her cute fall outfit. Mom saying she was still covered in pee.

8. Pumping at noon and make the comment on facebook about the number of bodily fluid encounters i had that day.

9. The third child of the day wets through her diaper all over the chair she was in. GREAT.

10. Get a message from my Daycare that Elijah has blown out 2 diapers and is in his third set of clothes. Mind you he doesn't have that many at there house.

11. Get cough on and sneezed on numerous times during the 5th kid of the day.

Coming home I decided that God had it in for me today. But I do have to say that Elijah looks real good in White Sox gear that the daycare provider put him in because all his clothes were dirty.

What a poopy day.

Harry Potter Exhibit

So on Saturday we headed downtown with our neighbors to enjoy the Harry Potter exhibit at the Science and Industry Museum. It had great reviews and I am a huge fan of the books and enjoy the movies. I thought it would be a fun time going to this thing to see all this stuff from the movies. Well we got down there (late thanks to the Sox game) and pay the 16 bucks to park. We go in, museum has been closed for 2 hours now but there is a fairly large crowd hanging around to get into the exhibit because they only will let so many people in at a time. We get to where we start waiting to get in and Elijah is hungry so we have to try to feed him quickly while we wait. However, being a baby he is distracted by every little thing around him and he is taking forever to eat. He finally finishes his bottle just as we are being let into the show. Once in we find out no cameras and no video. Still not sure why. Rent the movies and you can see it all there. The first room is way over packed because of all the people they just let in. So we skip the first couple of things and move on. I guess I was expecting more interactive portions, at least a place to take pictures and buy them for an outrageous price. I really wanted to see Baby Elijah in Hogwarts gear. Plus it was fun to see just how small the actors all were when they started and even in some of the later movies. Teeny tiny.

Let's just say I'm glad I didn't end up paying to see it, but I am glad I went in the end. Just bummed I have no pictures to prove I was there.

Sleeping body parts

You know when you sit for a while and your foot falls asleep? It takes a while for the blood to return to your foot, sometimes your whole leg and it tingles. Well last night I experienced a first. When Elijah woke up around 3am to be feed I was apparently sleeping on my arm in an odd way and part of it was asleep. But it was weird, it was the top half of my arm, not the lower part. So it was from my shoulder to my elbow that was asleep. Very weird feeling. And since I was still kinda asleep it felt even weirder. But how does the top half of your arm fall asleep? That is my current question.

Later tonight I will tell you about our Harry Potter experience that were going to tonight. So excited!

Living my life 3 hours at a time.

First the bug must have died. It was not making noise last night.

Secondly, Elijah weighs 15.6 pounds as of 7:00 am Friday.

Third, did you hear about the lady who had a 19 pound baby? Thank goodness that wasn't Elijah.

Now on to 3 hours at a time. Since having Elijah I have been living my life in according to his feeding schedule. When your pregnant/thinking about having kids nobody tells you about this part. When I was on my maternity leave it was okay, but not awesome. You just don't realize how fast 3 hours goes until you have to do something every hour on the hour. Then to top it all off the activity that you are participating in takes 20-30 min.

During my maternity leave I had to plan out the entire day from the moment we might wake up until I would know when we were getting home. Not only did I have to plan his feeding schedules but I had to make sure if we were driving anywhere then we would be there before he would be hungry or not have plans to leave before he eats. I also had to plan out when I would shower, dress, eat, sleep. It was a bit stressful.

Then I went back to work thinking, "Thank goodness I will have my life back." Wrong wrong wrong. Now more than ever am I stuck to my 3 hours at a time. I have to keep pumping to keep up my milk supply, if I miss a feeding time I could start to deplete my milk supply and now with Elijah eating more than ever I can't afford to lose any milk. I just hate pumping at work because it is a complete waste of work time. I just don't have a job that I can continue to be productive while I pump. I also get so lonely sitting in a room by myself staring out the window wondering if others can see me from the outside.

Then there is the whole fear that I will forget part of my pump and then I would just be screwed. Oh wait that happened last week. Now it is even a bigger fear. Like what if I forget the power cord, or the collection bags, or a piece? Way to stressful. And I keep thinking I just have to keep this up until December but I might go longer to help with his immune system. Ah, I'm a mother freak now. Who knew I would turn out to be that person.