Sick Day

I woke up at 5:40 this morning and went to change Conley's diaper. Shortly after, I called Ryan, who was on his way to work, to tell him I didn't think I was going to make it through the day. I felt like I was going to keel over and throw up and just wanted to lay down in the middle of the living room floor. So, Ryan turned around and came home to relieve me of my mommy responsibilities for the day.

That resulted in 4 hours of sleep in a row which was much needed! I'm alternating between being sweating and chills and just really run down and weak. I know that the reason is something lovingly related to being a new mom (ugh), and I will go in tomorrow if I don't feel better.

Can I just mention that the thought of going back to work FT terrifies me?

New Moms

Still at my parents'. Ryan comes back today!

A couple of days ago, I believe I was washing bottles in the kitchen sink. I PROBABLY was still wearing my pajamas even though it was afternoon and it was PROBABLY Ryan's football t-shirt with spit up on it (since I had changed out of my own shirt with spit up on it).

My dad, also standing in the kitchen, says, "Now I see why new moms get depressed."

Ha. Ha. Ha.

It MIGHT have been the pajamas, the fact that Conley had been pretty needy that day, or the fact that my dad is pretty far removed from the newborn stage (he looks back and tells my mom that I never cried as a baby. ha!).

But, I'm not depressed. I'm a new mom! I don't think he was saying I was, but making a generalization, of course.

If I was depressed, I certainly wouldn't be blogging about it; instead, I find humor (and maybe a little bit of pride?) in that comment. That's right--I wear spit up like a badge of honor and change daily from pajamas to pajamas and this week in particular I am car-less which leads me to feeling a bit stir crazy. BUT, I'm a mom and even though I feel like I'm up all night and sometimes I don't know if when he cries he is actually hungry, or if he is crying for another reason, when he breaks out in that big ole' smile, I can't help but fall in love all over again.

That same day, I believe, I read this blog and decided that maybe it would be a good idea to go out and get some fresh air, so I did borrow my mom's car that night and make a jaunt out for dog food (exciting, no?) while I left Conley with Grandma and Grandpa. I haven't reached that point yet, but I know it is looming at some point, and I love that blogs let us talk about it as being ok.

And, finally, a picture of the little man.

Wisconny

Ryan and I were planning on coming back to Wisconsin two weekends in a row, so I decided that it made just as much sense for me and Conley to stay the whole week instead! So, here we are at my parents while RYan is back in MN working and sleeping soundly throughout the night I'm sure.

Our routine is pretty much the same here and I'm without a car. I really have nothing to write home about. ;) Could have brought my scrapbooking stuff, but Christy would yell at me for not having anything to do NEXT weekend.

Our good friends Brad and Kirsten are having a baby girl in March, so her shower is on Saturday. Can't wait! Having one ourselves makes me SOOOOO excited for them! Can't wait for the future Mrs.Abbott to arrive. Ha!

New pics to come--nothing else to do! :)

Wishin' and Waitin'

I have found myself saying things like "I can't wait til Conley can" and "I wish that he could..." over and over again. Things like: wearing a certain outfit, crawling, eating baby food, sleeping through the night, waiting for Spring, etc.

Then, I stop myself.

Because at the point that all those things happen, it just means my sweet little baby is getting older. Being big enough to wear a certain bigger outfit means he has outgrown one of his others, sleeping through the night would mean that (though I would get more sleep), I would miss out on the 1:1 time with him in the middle of the night rocking him back to sleep. And that's sad.

So, I am making an honest effort not to speak these words. I'm trying to stop my brain from even thinking them. Instead, I'm trying to cherish every little moment of each day instead of always looking toward the next step, next phase, next day.

Everyone says that the baby phase goes fast, and I don't want to "wish" these days away any faster than they will already go. Lack of sleep and all.

Sleep when they sleep

Last night was a less than delightful night of sleep. The babe slept 3 hours initially then was up every 1 1/2 to 2 hours. During one of those streaks I found myself laying in our bed unable to fall asleep...that's just WRONG. 5am I sent an email to cancel our plans today in hopes of sleeping every time that he did. That's what the golden advice is, right?

"Ha", says Conley. "Ha ha ha".

He fell asleep numerous times, usually in my arms after a bottle. So, I laid him down in his crib and sprinted to my bed in hopes of getting some sleep too. My head would hit the pillow and there was the sound of my precious boy calling me back to him. Again. and again. and again.

I think we repeated this routine a good 3-4 times and then, FINALLY, we slept. I had felt so exhausted, yet I think I only slept about 30-40 minutes and then for some reason hopped out of bed while he still slept. Ugh.

Now, as I'm blogging, wouldn't you know he just fell asleep in his swing? Oh the life of a baby and oh the life of being a mama! It's a great job, but surely an exhausting one!

Boys

The post below is from the blog "Baby Rabies".
I read it the other day and found it so true.
I had been SOOO convinced that I was going to have a girl, but when I found out that it was a boy it didn't take me long to accept that.
Now I think I'd feel ok if baby #2 (in the next millenium) was another boy... they are kind of fun.

However, as Conley was repeatedly spitting up on Ryan last night and alternating with crazy gas, I had to wonder if girls have the same issues.... :)

Oh well, I'll keep him. Gassy and all.

So you

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