Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Well...that fact is debatable. I kind of knew a little of my kids personalities while in utero...but they definitely changed. For example - Brady was super laid-back, we called him the couch potato. And now...well...let's just say couch potato is NOT a description of him anymore.
Naming a child is very difficult. With Charlotte - everyone knows that we struggled. I mean STRUGGLED. A boy's name - we had it set in stone. But, a girl's name...wow. What a struggle.
Remember all the names we liked? Or, should I say I liked? Brynn, Ella, Finley, Lauren, Brooklyn, Quinn...and who can forget my love of the name Piper.
We settled on the name Charlotte. We love the name Charlotte. And, the nickname Charlie, for that matter. I still think it is funny how anyone decides on a name. Of the millions and millions of names...and we select one. How strange. Especially since a name is so important.
Brady totally fits Brady. And Lil...well she couldn't be anything else - it just wouldn't suit. I know I didn't always feel that way. After the birth of any new child (not only my own) I always have a hard time calling them by name. With Brady...it took forever to feel comfortable calling him Brady vs. the baby or cutesy names like "little guy", etc. For some reason...it takes me awhile to call a baby by name comfortably.
I'm struggling with the same thing right now with Charlotte. Should I call her Charlotte or Charlie? Hmm....that is my constant question to myself.
I love the name Charlotte. She certainly does NOT look like a Piper. Funny that I think that way because I am not the person that believes you can wait to see your child before you name her. But...my goodness if her name was Piper - it would not fit at all. Thank you BRYAN for veto'ing it. Funny...but, I do think she looks like a Quinn.
DO NOT WORRY - we are not changing her name. (Although I quietly suggested Quinn the other day and the hottie about had a heart attack, but agreed she could she could be a Quinn). I love the name Charlotte....I just wonder if she's a Charlotte or a Charlie?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
(Charlotte with her..."please save me from my sister and brother" look)Charlotte is one month old!
Well...really she was one month old 2 days ago.
Charlotte at 1 month....
EATING - She is a little piglet. 4 ounces, sometimes 5 at a time.
SLEEPING - She is a great sleeper. 5-ish hours at nighttime.
She definitely loves her mommy and it makes her daddy very jealous.
Her hair is starting to thin and lighten just a bit.
We estimate she weighs about 9 pounds.
Her eyes are still blue.
She is looking more and more like Brades.
So far - life with 3 is great.
1. You forget with EVERY child how much they eat.
2. And...how much they sleep.
3. Baby grunts are the best.
4. There is such a thing as the older sibling helping too much!
5. Savor the moment - I don't want Charlotte to grow another inch.
6. There is a big difference from 2 children to 3 children to the outside world...everyone asks if its hard...it really is not any different than 2...not yet anyway.
7. I'm not sure I'll ever get out the birth announcements. And that's okay.
8. I have a baby book - I can't really start it until I know if she's a Charlotte or a Charlie.
9. I miss date nights reaaaaaaaally bad.
10. I find it rather freeing to shower and put my hair in braids for the day.
11. And, apply lotion rather than any makeup.
12. Childcare interviews are stressful.
13. Having the time to cook dinners is really, really nice.
14. Fitting or trying to fit into my clothes is HORRIFIC!
15. Listening to Brady and Lily try to play with Charlotte and give her kisses is priceless.
Friday, June 18, 2010
She's got 2 cutie pants older siblings that lover her.
And cuddle her.
And feed her.
And kiss her.
Sometimes (always) waaaaaay too much.
And she doesn't care.
When she should.
(except for the other night from 12am-2:30am - but that was a fluke)
She's starting to be awake during the day...
It's the best!
We're definitely in love......
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Pain...lots of pain in my neck and shoulder. So bad...that I could barely turn my head. Or sleep. Or drive. My range of motion was definitely off. At first I thought I slept wrong. You know, because every mother sleeps on an air mattress after delivering a baby because their room smells like fresh paint and gives them a headache...errrr....oops I digress. But...the pain didn't go away.
It got worse.
So...as feeding and cuddling and cooking and sleeping became even more difficult - I medicated. With my leftover percosets from the doctor. You know...the ones that are for "delivery" pain in your girlie regions? I was really using them for my neck and back pain. Do not worry - I only had a few pills - I took them to help sleep ONLY. Once the pills were gone - I realized the pain was NOT gone. Not by any means. I tried to live with it to no avail. I was thinking the pain might be from the epidural. People get epidural headaches...why not an epidural neck/back ache? People told me to relax. To stop doing too much.
But...I'm now a mom of 3 kids and just moved into a new house...relaxing is just not my forte.
I kept wondering why the pain would not go away. My mom was checking on me everyday...how's your pain? did you call your doctor? take a bath. take a hot shower. take a nap. But, I was confused. I've never had to "relax" after delivery before...why now? I was quickly informed, You ARE 31 this time, Dawn....
Now....by no means do I think 31 is old. (of course not...I'm not old, right - so, how can 31 be old???) And for sure - 31 is still on the younger-side of motherhood by today's standards.
But, I finally gave in and called the doctor. They made me come in. My thoughts...I guess they just don't prescribe pain meds over the phone. WRONG!!! I go in - they say...No, it's not related to the epidural - but, probably to the delivery and the feedings and the holding of the baby. They send me to physical therapy. YES - PHYSICAL THERAPY!!!
Just to review. This is my 3rd baby. All 3 of which I have delivered and fed and cuddled and held the exact same way. But...yes...this time I'm 31 and I guess my body just is not the same.
So...I've been to physical therapy. I'm on the 2 times per week plan. Over the counter Ibuprofen, physical therapy, and home exercises only. No - there was no car accident or injury....just delivery and the holding of a 7 pound baby. My dumbbells are heavier than the baby....but, motherhood has sent me to PT. Crazy??? Definitely. Embarrassing? Yes. Especially when I'm at therapy and am the ONLY person under the age of 70.
The good news...it's working. I'm feeling better.
6/17/10 - I was joined at PT by some younger folk...my age and even younger. Sports injuries...basketball and football. When they asked what brought me there....I gave them all a laugh when I told them, I had a baby. We all agreed I should make up a good story so as not to embarrass myself :)