My little man!

He is growing up so fast! He is 3 months already (or 14 weeks tomorrow in obsessed mom or Dr terms)! I love him so much but thinking about him being a man scares me. If I had two girls I'm sure I wouldn't feel this way. I'm so attached to my mom and can tell her anything and I know S will be the same, but I hope he is too. I want another girl though. No more kids! He was 14 lbs 4oz when I took his for his 2 month appt. Even though the scale said 16.4, I found out later it was 2 lbs off. I checked him again at my bosom buddies group and again at the Dr when I took S for her elbow issue. He is 24 1/2 inches long. About 90% for weight and 95% for length. S was in the 60s at 35.5lbs and 40 1/2 inches tall!

He is doing so good nursing, although after coming back from our surprise visit to grandma's for Christmas, he has been holding in his poo and going once a day or not at all which makes his CRAN-KY! Other than that, he's pretty awesome. And we might just keep him

Donkey!

When I saw the bugaboo donkey stroller earlier this year, I wanted to die, come back as a millionaire and have kids just so I could get it. It. Is. Amazing. That said, babygizmo.com is doing a giveaway and I have to blog about how excited I am and how much I hope I win! Here is the link.

http://blog.babygizmo.com/2012/01/baby-gizmo-new-year-bugaboo-donkey-giveaway/

Wish me luck. Cuz I will have to play the lottery and win or sell myself to have this perfect stroller for my kids LOL

It's been a while...

I've been busy busy but it's a new year and new US. I think I need to blog more to keep all their milestones here. So here's a quick recap:
I'd noticed how S' right arm or mainly her elbow was swollen one morning and she couldn't straighten it out. I noticed this after trying to take her pajamas off and she started crying and I thought it was just her whinning because of how fast I took it off. I Feel Horrible. So took her to school and told the teacher to keep and eye on her and if she complained then to just call me. She then said, oh she probably slept on it wrong. I picked her up that day, still swollen but she said insisted it did not hurt. I called the doctor and made an appt, then I cancelled it since the swelling went down and she could straighten it. I Suck! I noticed as days went that she kept going back to keeping it at 90 degrees in the mornings but extending it more at night...finally I took her in as part of her and M's check up and three doctor said it was a dislocated elbow, normal at this age. She popped it back in and told me to call her back if she didn't get back to normal. S cried, I felt bad. Again. And on top of that pain, she had to get shots too! Two days later, still the same UGH! So I took her back in and she said it might be fractured or just so out of place that she will need an xray and possibly a cast. What?! I I'm feeling shittier and shittier for not doing this sooner. I also had her check a cough and fever she didn't have 2 days prior. She then recommended a nebulizer with albuterol! What the hell! My baby was having such a bad wee and that was the day after her school play which she did wonderful in despite feeling like that. The doctor gave her a breathing treatment there and being such a healthy kid as she is, she had never been through any of this in her whole life, let alone in one day. That said she was having a panic attack in the office with that mask on! That made the Dr recommend we take her to the er to get the xray since she may need to be sedated! Ok fine! I give up! My mom couldn't go with me to the hospital so I asked C to see if he could leave early to go with me, by the time he got home and ate dinner, it was late and the doctor she sent us to was gone. We went the next day and waited and waited and waited in the er. She did ok with the xray my husband said, but not great since the tech needed her arm to go in a painful position for it. Waited some more and finally got to see the orthopaedic doctor on call who said she needed a cast! Shit! I must say, that little girl is wonderful. We were there for almost 6 hours, with a prescription and recommendation mind you, and she did awesome while the cast got put on. She was even a little excited because it was pink. 2 weeks and she gets it taken off on Tuesday! Yay! Her cough got better with the nebulizer and she has been pretty normal with the cast on her right arm being that she's right-handed and all. I cannot express how much I love her and I'm so proud, even though she drives me crazy 90% of the time.

Why kids don't listen

Lately (since a few months before the baby was born), C and I have been having problems getting S to listen. Now its not a big deal compared to other children, she's not doing anything really bad in the process but I don't want this to escalate to something that could be bad. She's so in love with her little brother than she can't resist the urge to kiss him and hug him ALL DAY LONG! Its annoying to him and for us also b/c a lot of this love happens when he's asleep and he gets woken up and then get angry. This is where not listening comes in; she basically "ignores" us when we tell her not to do something half a second before she does it. For example, as she's approaching the baby to kiss him or hug him as he's asleep, we tell her not to do it at that time b/c he's asleep and she hesitates and does it anyways. Its constant and she doesn't seem to understand the concept. Today was the worse one of all but I think I finally understand why kids don't listen.

We were bored at the house and went to the park to let her get out and enjoy the beautiful day. She wanted to go roller skating so we went to Blanchard park. Her bike was in the back of the van since I'm not planning on taking it out any time soon. I needed my jogging stroller so I had to take the bike out first to get that out. She saw it so she decided that instead she wanted to ride the bike. No biggie. We get her helmet on, cross the little road to the bike trail and off she goes. And keeps going and going and we basically are waiting for her to look back and stop or turn around, she doesn't. C calls out to her and no response, again he tries, and nothing. I call out to her and tell her we are going home if she doesn't listen and nothing. She is about a little over a quarter of a mile away when my husbands screams her name as loud as he can without getting arrested and scares the shit out of the baby. Nothing! He runs after her while I try to calm the baby down, who is having a meltdown b/c he just got startled to death. She comes back crying while he's basically telling her she sucks at listening. I take her aside and ask her if she heard him screaming at her. She says not. Now she's not lying and I know this, I just had to re-phrase the questions. "Did you hear daddy say your name?!" No response which means she did hear it. "Why didn't you stop, then?" Her answer made me laugh I almost peed. (sobbing)"Because I was winning" (sob)(sob) Now its not that she didn't hear us, its that she was in her own world. She thought this was a game and we were trying to get her off her game so we could win, and she wasn't having any of that. The moral of the story is....kids don't listen. They hear, but they don't listen.

And I will never find the answer as to why, but this kind of explains it a little more. Rules have to be established before any game that you never knew you were a part of starts. That way you don't end up loosing without even knowing it and your child doesn't end up riding her bike into the damn river because she didn't want to stop!

2 months!

My baby boy is 2 months (yesterday). He is 12lbs 13oz as of last Wednesday which is 2 lbs more than S was at around the same time. He is getting so fat and I am proud to say that he has not one drop of formula. Unlike S who, from my lack of knowledge about breastfeeding, had some formula. I wish I had known enough not to even introduce albeit the 2 or 3 oz that I attempted to give her which she refused b/c of the taste I'm sure.

Here are some pics I tried to take yesterday.





Yes I know! hes really fat, he's getting good quality milk!

My hand

It's broken. Well the pinky knuckle is. I finally decided to make an appt for an orthopedic doctor a month after the accident since the pain was not getting better and at times it was worse and they did an x-ray which determined that the reason for the pain was the fracture. I hate people, I made a pointless trip to the ER at the request of the paramedics who told me to go to Winnie Palmer(maternity hospital) b/c I was pregnant at the time, eventhough maternal instinct told me that the baby was fine. So I wasted 6 hours there and was wheeled to a person who apparently couldnt see that i needed a hand x-ray and not an arm one after repeatedly being told by me and my swollen HAND that it was not an arm xray. ASSHOLE OLD LADY.

Here it is! If that's not something that should've been noticed the day of the accident then those people mustve been looking at their asses. I need to order the xray for them and see for myself.


This was taken at the initial appt. I've gone 3 times since and its healing. First three weeks I had to have it taped since theres nothing you can do a month after a fracture if nothing was done at the time.

I did go to an attorney and they cant really do a malpractice case b/c there is not big big damage. I agree with it not being as big of a deal as death but its not about my hand and more about preventing someone from missing something big in the future.

I suck at this

I really should keep up with this since I realize this is the one thing that will keep track of what's going on with my life and my children's lives. I did not update on the circumcision situation, so here it goes: Oct 7th. We show up to this pretty old medical plaza run by Arnold Palmer children's hospital. They do outpatient services and quick surgeries, weiner snipping being one of them. We get directed to the waiting room and sit and nervously wait. I'm a wreck and think about how my husband needs to show up NOW! I wait and wait and finally get called to the little exam room. The lady who made the appt also does everything but the procedure itself. She gave me some ppwk to sign, basically a disclaimer that told me what could go wrong and I freaked out even more! I read it about a hundred times and I don't sign it, I just wait for C to show up so he could read it. "Maybe this will change his mind" I thought. He calls me and I tell him how to get to the room. FINALLY! So he reads the ppwk and says "ok? what about it?" Apparently the .001% risk of it looking "weird" or having no feeling on it after the procedure is not enough to change his mind. WHATEVER, I give up! My beautiful intact baby boy was about to become a man :-( So the lady comes back in with all the "things" that are going to be used. One of them is a plastic mold that the baby gets laid on and his legs strapped. Sounds horrible but it makes sense since they kick so damn much. The doctor comes in, introduces himself and explains what he will do and how long it normally takes. He then asks if we want to stay in the room, outside of the room, or go to the waiting room far far away. No hesitation, we are going to the waiting room. I don't want to hear it. Before we left, he ask if I had a pacifier to keep him calm and he just told me to dip it in the sugar water, and try to give it to him. He normally doesn't take it but I tried. He said not to worry and that he will do it if he needed to calm him down. We left. We waited. It was excruciating for me to have to go through this. I can't imagine what my angel was going through! I know that with S we got her ears pierced at 2 months and we were in the room but cartilage and skin removal are two different things! We wait some more. We see people walking down the hall towards the door and think that its the doctor with our child. NOPE. I see him through a small window and he waves us to come in. M is calm, wrapped up in a blanket, with the pacifier in his mouth. He hands him over to us in the room, I take him. I look down and his eyes connect with mine. He looked at me as if to say "WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN! Why did you let him do this to me?" I felt so bad, C felt bad too, we both agreed that he looked traumatized or something similar to it. His eyes looked dark like a shark. I've never spoken to anyone that has had their boy circumcised so no one tells you what to expect I guess. He said, go ahead and nurse him if he needs comfort so I did. I don't know if it was obvious that I was breastfeeding and not formula feeding him, or if he assumed that it was what I should be doing. Either way he was right. That was my job, to comfort him. He nursed fine and then the lady came in with the post-procedure instructions and to check him after 10 mins had passed to make sure there was no hemorrhaging. She said it looked great and that if we had any questions at all that we could call her cell phone any time. That made me feel better. We left, and as we were walking out I felt this weird rush down in my lady parts. I knew I was bleeding. A LOT. For some reason I assumed that I did not need to be wearing pads because my bleeding had stopped. Bad idea. It came back that day with a vengeance, and it was a combination of picking up and putting him down and all the rushing around with taking S to school and what not. And maybe the craziness from that day. C put him in the car and I went to the bathroom. I told him I was bleeding a lot and he worried. I told him its fairly normal but I need to slow down if I wanted to heal. He then started making her breakfast in the morning from that day on lol. To sum it up the next few days after this I felt like I was walking on egg shells. They say that it should take a week for it to heal and that was the longest week ever. I could not wait for me to be able to change his diaper without worrying about it falling off lol. I know I made it sound like a horrible experience and I probably sound like those anti-circumcision people, but at the time it was not a fun experience. Because it was not done at a hospital at the time of his birth, like 90% of the population does it, it was a more involved experience for me and that's why it sounded it so bad. I don't know. I'm pretty sure I would've thought about it a million times before considering it if I was single and no man was involved in my life. But its done, his wiener looks completely different. It looked a lot thinner and longer and now its thicker and short. whatever, maybe when he's older he can tell me if I made the right decision.