Thursday, August 27, 2009

It's official. I'm a mom.

Technically I've been a mother for 2 years 2 months now. But I'm still young, going back to college, and "momness" never really hit me. Until now. You see, the Orclette is old enough to be scared by movies/shows now, and I have to screen what she watches. And some kind, horrible person gave her an Elmo doll. She loves Elmo. And now she's seen Sesame Street. There is no going back. Kid shows are in, my shows, most of them, are out by virtue of being too scary.

There is also the joining of MOPS. I didn't do it with Orclette-once she stopped crying incessantly I treated her as just another extension of myself and continued doing what I normally did. No kiddy activities necessary. But this time around I need distractions and special "big girl" stuff for her to do. So MOPS has been joined, trips to Barnes & Noble have been planned so she can play with the trains (and eventually listen to storytime), parks have been scouted and the channel and time of the kiddo shows I can tolerate noted. In another few months there's a gym with toddler gymnastics ...

But in other ways it's awesome having two kids (at least, if you've decided that's the route you're gonna take in life). The Orclette LOVES "playing" with Miniorc. At this point that means she stares at him, pets him gently, and tries to rock him. She usually rocks too hard but the intent is kindly. And he seems to love it. Keeps him entertained for long stretches of minutes. It's also great having two kids if you want time to pass along quickly. I want 8 weeks to happen in the space of 1 (thus hastening Damm's return) so I'm all for time speeding along by.

It's also cheering to think that by the time my brothers and bro's-in-law get around to having kids I'll be done with the infant/toddler stage and be in the fun part of child-rearing (I've always been better with older kids ... I love my babies but in general they're not my forte). Disneyworld, trips to Williamsburg, VA, homeschooling ... ah I can't wait. And I will be able to secretly (or not secretly) laugh at the mishaps that they will have that I had that they laughed at.

That's not revenge, just karma.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The joy of old clothes

I couldn't resist-I tried on my pre-pregnancy jeans 4 days after giving birth. I wasn't surprised that they didn't fit. I just wanted to see how far I had to go. My maternity jeans were getting really loose, however, even with the belly band, so I decided to try 'em on again this morning.

They fit!

I must also mention that I can't butten them yet. Still using the belly band to keep my pants on.

Delving through my closet and finding clothes that fit me again was fun last time and it's pure joy this time. Quite a few won't fit for a while-I got pretty skinny when we moved to Las Cruces. It also doesn't help that certain bits of my anatomy are somewhat bigger than they typically are and would strain my smaller shirts.

I haven't done any "exercising," but we have gone out on excursions to the mall, various stores, the library, etc, and so I'm walking a bit more everyday. Next Tuesday I plan to return to my gym, stroll on the treadmill, and use the weight machines (free weights probably need to wait for a while since my core muscles are not back to full strength). More importantly, I shall be sans kiddos when I go to the gym. The restoration of sanity.

Further adding to my happiness: I'm finally getting cable. I've missed all my channels. The morning shows, the afternoon shows, the movies in the evening ... it's like having someone to talk to. Sounds kind of sad but it'll have to do til Damm gets back.

He had his surgery yesterday and everything went smoothly. He walked a bit today but is mainly spending his time riding on percocet (spelling? no idea). He will hopefully be able to get himself to class tomorrow so he doesn't have to restart.

And my appetite is beginning to return. Welcome back old friend.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Adventures of Miniorc

His adventures started early. I wasn't aware of the first two since I was in labor but at one point the nurses couldn't find his heartbeat. So all of a sudden nurses are rushing into the room, my mom started to grip my hand rather tightly, and they put a scalp monitor on him. Heartbeat came through loud and strong, so apparently no complications there just a rather scary moment.

Second one happened while he was making his way out into the world. The cord was loosely looped around his neck and he wasn't recovering well between pushes (I'm trying not to be graphic-I've never had a desire to hear about what happens in labor & delivery and I suspect there are many people out there who also prefer to remain mostly ignorant). So they put an oxygen mask on me and employed a few other nurse tricks. The pushing part lasted mere minutes so he was out before anything serious could develop.

Then Friday night he wouldn't fall back asleep and was crying inconsolably which so far is not his MO. My mom had the bright idea of taking his diaper off and lo and behold the diaper rash of the century. And, somewhat scarily, blood in the diaper. We weren't sure whether it came from his pee or if it was from the diaper rashed bits so we ended up taking him to the ER (I called my doctor who, as it turns out, does not have an on-call pediatrician. Bah humbug. Hence the ER). It was the diaper rash, we were given a prescription and tips on how to recognize a diaper rash and sent home. But when you have a newborn it's just better to be certain.

And all during that and afterwards Miniorc is thriving. His appetite resembles that of a football player. When awake and not hungry he likes to gaze about, his darkish blue eyes wide. When put on his tummy he already is trying to creep and holds his head up when held upright. He loves my Baby Bjorn carrier which is simply awesome-my hands are free to care for the Orclette. And he's been letting me get about 7 hours of sleep a night. It's interrupted, but still, I'll take it.

The Orclette is, for the most part anyway, adapting to the role of big sister with aplomb. It helps that my mom is still here paying lots of attention to her and that her other grandmother loves on her as well. I've been trying to make quality time for snuggling exclusively with her. Some days it's happened and some days it hasn't. Can't wait for Damm to get back so there are four hands to deal with the munchkins and time for individual attention for each.

And me? I'm recovering. Trying not to do too much. Another couple/few days and I won't look pregnant anymore just a bit thick about the waist (I've mentioned he eats like a football player? the weight is melting off). It helps that my appetite is non-existent and I have to force myself to eat. Happened with the Orclette as well and went away after 2 weeks-back to ravenous as usual.

And that's whats been going on with these orcs. Damm has surgery for a hernia tomorrow at 0530. We're praying that he is able to resume classes and not have to restart (it would just be a bummer to not have him here for the holidays). Other than that he's doing well and is still either the highest scoring in his class or tied for first ... can't remember.

And Las Cruces is beginning to experience cooler weather at last.