I love Huggies ® Wipes. For real. They have been the only wipes I’ve ever used for years and years – and even before I had kids, I bought them because they are super affordable and can do so much more than just wipe tiny rear ends. After I had Abbey, Huggies were ALWAYS in my diaper bag – the thick absorbent wipes were the only things that would clean up those insane diaper blow outs and HUGE messes tiny humans seem to make. Huggies ® Wipes are still a staple around here because: BECAUSE KIDS OUTGROW DIAPERS, NOT MESSES.Continue Reading
I have bags and bags of baby clothes in my garage that I literally cannot part with. We get asked all the time if we’re done having kids, and the answer is mostly “Yes”, but I just can’t let go of all the baby clothes my daughter wore. I’ve let a lot of it go to friends and family with kids, but I’ve got a few favorites that I just emotionally part with.Continue Reading
Y’all know my sister had a baby 2 months ago – my sweet little moose of a nephew, Miles Robert. He’s just the cutest little thing ever. I love doing things for my first time mommy sister – every time we get together, I shower her with gifts! Lucky girl, huh? I love being able to share the presents I give her with you guys, because hopefully I can inspire you to make some easy DIY gifts for the mama’s in your life too! Today I am sharing this easy DIY Baby Brag Book I made using the MyPrintly software from HP. It’s a great tool for printing photos and projects and I am so inspired every time I use it! Bonus? IT’S FREE!Continue Reading
I am not really one for wreaths. It makes me think of ugly, dusty grandma decor from the 90’s, or Christmas. Not that I am against either of those things, I just think they have their places.
Lately around Pinterest I have been seeing wreath madness! Madness I tell you! I don’t know where these people live that they have storage for 37 different kinds of wreaths. My garage already looks like an episode of Hoarders Junior. I now currently own
3 4 wreaths. One is an everyday wreath that I hang inside and just change out the decor on (maybe I should post about that too…) and 2 are Christmas wreaths, an indoor one made with sparkles and ornaments and holiday kitsch, and an outdoor one that Charlie’s grandma made him YEARS before we were married. It’s sort of falling apart, and I have to hot glue it back together every Christmas, but it’s sort of lovely that he cherishes it, so I let it slide.
You know what?
Little else frustrates me more nowadays than changing diapers.
My daughter likes to tell me when I’m elbows deep in making dinner that, “I pooped, mama.” Oh geez kid, really? Now? Onions sauteing on the stove, hands coated in flour, something boiling over, timer ticking down. “Ok, let’s go…”
I decided I was DONE WITH DIAPERS. At a cost of around $50 a month, getting rid of that “diaper bill” would be awesome… but was I ready for this?
Everybody poops. I want you to know that, first and foremost. But I swear to you, my kid has got to poop more than anyone else. She isn’t even shy or reserved about it.
Now before you become a mom, the thought of even talking about poop is unheard of… but after you have kids, poop becomes your life. From the day they’re born, the doctors and nurses want to know about the poop. What color is it? What is the consistency? How often? How much? You start to get fixated on poop, and you’re so happy when the results are favorable.
Recently my love of poop has waned… I use the word love very sparingly and with those fancy finger air quotations because, let’s be totally honest… who REALLY loves poop? But just yesterday, Abbey pooped in the bathtub, not once, but twice. The first time she cried out “Mama!” and pointed to 3 little floaters, and I begrudgingly fished them out with a plastic cup, dumped and flushed them, drained and rinsed the tub and refilled it for her… the second time I wasn’t so nice. When she did it again, after dinner… she got hosed off, because at that point I was tired and I just didn’t have the patience. For those of you who don’t think being a mom is a hard job, I challenge you to take my kid for the week… you wouldn’t last 3 days.
The next day, her reign of poop continued. She was playing in her room, and things got… how do you say… quiet. “Quiet” with a toddler equals not so good. It’s like they know they are doing something they shouldn’t be and they don’t want to get caught, so they are as sneaky as possible which raises the red flag, but not instantly. You’re so happy that the kid stopped crying, screaming, yelling etc for 10 seconds that you don’t realize it could be a bad thing until it’s too late. I went to check on her because 1. I thought it might be time for a diaper change and 2. she was just too quiet…
Abbey had somehow reached into her poop diaper, grabbed a handful and had smeared it not just all over her hands, but her chest and face too. Including her hair! At this point a few things ran through my head. I knew this was bad, but I was sort of in a frozen state of shock and awe. I tried to reach for her, as she was reaching for me saying “Up mama” but I didn’t particularly want poop all over me and my clothes. I was kind of doing this “float like a butterfly” type dance around her, looking for the area of least poop to grab her by, but she kept turning around and following me. I hollered out to my hubby to help… in a kind of last resort, although I knew he would take his time as he’s not very good with most things poop related. In the end I grabbed her under her arms in a sort of half handled football hold, and maneuvered the diaper off her in a skill I didn’t know I possessed and set her in the tub with one hand, while quickly swiping the toys to the back of the tub. They had seen enough poop shrapnel for the week.
She was visibly pissed, and rightly so, but at least I warmed the water up before hosing her off yet another time in less than 16 hours. I had this sort of cadence in my voice, kind of how Brad Pitt says “What’s in the box???” while I asked her why she smeared poop all over her face and how she even managed to do it so skillfully. Even Charlie was impressed.
I would have taken pictures, to show you, cuz I like taking pictures and blogs look better with them, but I doubted very much that anyone wanted to see a 16 month old bathing with a few floaters, or even smeared with it. In the end my common sense won, and no poop shots were taken. Though it would have made for great blackmail for future boyfriends.
I recall this tale to you for a few reasons. Laughs, mostly… my life is such a crazy display of equal parts love and utter shock most times that if I didn’t take the time to sit back and just laugh I fear I might become a New York Times headline. Secondly, insight into both my life and perhaps your own… so you can either relate to me, or give yourself something to look forward to. Kids are most definitely not easy, but they do make all the poop smearing totally worth it.
Any crazy poop stories on your side? Please tell me I’m not the only one! Share your stories in the comments below!
Mommy like Whoa
|Abbey, all hooked up in the NICU!|
During the 37th week of my pregnancy I was tested for Group B Strep. It’s a bacterial infection that pregnant women either have, or they don’t. During my pregnancy I had no complications, I hardly gained any weight, I was negative for gestational diabetes, my blood pressure was good, blood tests clean, every possible outcome you could ever want, except I tested positive for this damn infection.The doctor told me no problem, it happens, you get antibiotics during delivery, wham bam, healthy baby. Except he left out a shit ton of information that a first time mother would have NEVER thought to ask. I assumed the baby contracted it while sailing down the birth canal, I had no reason to think otherwise. The doctor wasn’t worried that I had GBS, the nurse told me her story of having it and how her baby was fine, my worry eased a bit. Except I found out later that baby girl was basically swimming in a cesspool of a womb for 9 months and nothing was ever given to me to clear it up.
|Proud Aunt Katie!|
The “cure” for it, it basically 2 bags of antibiotics, through an IV during delivery, over a 4 hour period of time. The “average” labor and delivery for a first baby is roughly 16 hours, so when I came to the hospital at 4:30 am, the nurses weren’t in such a rush to plug me in and get the meds pumping through me. In fact there was a lot of down time, phone calls made, and me asking for drugs, which BTW, I HIGHLY recommend getting. Abbey was born a few hours later at 9:37 and basically the antibiotics never got to her in time. My baby contracted GBS. That’s where the feeling of failure came in.
They took the baby from me, tested her blood, and her levels came back extremely high. Normal levels of protein found in the blood are around 0-10, which indicate degree of infection, my daughter was at 69.1. Over the next few hours we talked to several different people, doctors, nurses, my OB, the Neonatal specialist, NICU nurses and everyone had different information. That’s the thing with hospitals, they never can just give you one answer, one “straight shooting, by the books, this is gonna hurt but it’s the truth” answer. We were told she would have to stay overnight in the NICU anywhere from 3-21 days. I broke down. I cried on Charlies shoulder, everything had gone so perfectly during my pregnancy! I ate decent, I stayed away from the “bad stuff”, I walked and swam, and elevated my feet, never missed an appointment, and took all kinds of vitamins, but she still got sick.
|Our little home away from home.|
In the NICU it feels like time stands still. I showed up everyday at 7:30am, with a bag full of stuff. Clothes for my little one, a couple books for me, my parts for the breast pump – since I wasn’t there at night, I would pump and leave my milk in the fridge there for night feedings – snacks, change for the vending machines, bottle of water, vitamins and all the stuff for keeping my stitches clean and infection free. I sat there, next to her bed everyday for about 10 hours. I wouldn’t have even known it was lunchtime had my mom not showed up everyday to take me to get something to eat.
The first couple days are the hardest. You feel so helpless and ignorant. Here you are, a new mom, already feeling helpless and ignorant, but now your baby is hooked up to a machine, with an IV, heart monitor, the whole nine yards. Luckily I had some really great nurses who I got to know over the next week, who helped me learn to swaddle, breast feed, put her down for naps, check her temperature, change her diapers and pretty much every overwhelming thing a new mom feels in the first 72 hours.
|Daddy and baby take a nap!|
Looking back now, I feel so grateful for that first week of “mommy training”. I heard so many horror stories of the first week from other new mom friends, but because of the NICU, I never experienced them. Everyday got easier, and I tried to look for the silver lining. Luckily we had such a strong outreach of friends and family visiting, keeping us in their prayers and supporting us through our scary time, that the days flew by.
|Mommy & Baby!|
We were told that Abbey would have to have a spinal tap, to rule out meningitis, and we were asked to leave the NICU during this time – I guess sometimes parents faint and they can’t have that. Her tests came back clean and we were given a realistic timeline of a 10 day antibiotic treatment. We called our primary pediatrician and she recommended asking for home care after she was cleared. We asked, and were granted it, once our insurance company said they would cover the costs. She got to come home 4 days early, and we had a home health nurse come over everyday and give her the antibiotics in a simple shot, instead of a twice daily IV. It’s not something the doctors or nurses will usually offer you, so if you find yourself in this situation, ask!!
|Nurse Andrea! Such a great help!|
The NICU is a scary place, but it definitely helps knowing that you’re not the first person to find yourself there and you won’t be the last. Be thankful that people care enough to help you and your baby, and try to look for the bright side of an unfortunate situation; a couple more days of sleep – you’re gonna need it!, a bit more time to get the house ready – Abbey was early so we definitely weren’t 100% ready for her to come home yet, and a chance to really appreciate what you have.