Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Baby Plum Before and After

I was not too keen on belly photos during my pregnancy with Baby Plum. Bob managed to get one the night before delivery.
I'm drinking ice water. I love those big McDonald's cups.
Here is Baby Plum about an hour after. He's funny. He loves to be completely curled up, and held. When he was in my tummy, his favorite thing seemed to be stretching those little legs out as far as he could.

I plan to download the new pictures later when I have more batteries. There are some really sweet ones of both of my boys.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Catching up

It's only been 4 days, but in many ways it feels like it's been so much longer. Guess it's because a lot has happened.

Baby Plum is wonderful. He's beautiful and looks a lot like his brother. I haven't actually gotten a chance to study infant pictures of Little Elvis, but I'm planning to do a side-by-side comparison.

Without having to look, I can tell you Baby Plum's eyes are a much lighter shade of blue -- almost gray. I will also need to study one of my baby pictures, because I'm thinking he might end up with my eyes.

He's a funny little one. Very calm and quiet for the most part. But he goes from zero to starving in half a second, and then... watch out. He's got a great pair of lungs.

When he was delivered, he started trying to scream before they could finish cleaning out his little mouth. He screamed and screamed and screamed. It was a great sound, and pretty funny.

The delivery went well. It was an extremely different experience this go round. We were lots more informed and it wasn't as rushed. Of course, it wasn't an emergency.

The pain was worse than I remember. But I think I blocked those memories...

Breastfeeding is going well. Baby Plum latched well on day 1. My milk came in yesterday, but he's still a little jaundiced, like his brother.

Speaking of Little Elvis, he is very interested in Baby Plum. Whenever he came to visit, he ran in looking for Baby Plum. I have super cute pics of both of them, but haven't had too much time on the computer.
My mom sent me this one from Day 1.


As you can see, he's very sweet.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Baby Plum has arrived!

Another cameo appearance by Bob (Mere's husband) to let all know that Baby Plum has arrived -- 8 lbs. 2 oz., 19.5 inches long. Mere is resting comfortably.













Thursday, September 24, 2009

Last days as an only child

I had grand intentions of Little Elvis' last days as an only being nothing but fun times.

Sadly, it wasn't to be. His sleeping and eating habits have been awful, and bed and naptimes reduced us both to tears a few nights. So, come morning we were both too tired to attempt anything too elaborate. The massive rains that have hit the southeast didn't help matters, either.

We did manage to squeeze in a haircut on Tuesday night. I thought I chopped too much, but his curls are bouncier and cuter.

And he got to go to Burger King for lunch after pre-school yesterday.

I think Burger King was the problem behind one of his missed naps -- he got it into his head that I was going to take him to Burger King on Tuesday and was too excited to nap. He wanted to play. As is usually the case for us, there were no other kids. But he still had a little fun.
He also got to "make a present" last night. Present means anything birthday related, and he wanted to make a cake for my mom's birthday. This was his first actual cooking attempt. We went with bread pudding since it required no flour.
Today, he went with me for my pre-op at the hospital. I thought I just showed up, greeted someone and went home. No. It was an hour-long process. But Little Elvis was quite the trooper. Luckily, I brought my camera to document today. He still loves to have his picture taken.
Here he's calling Pooh and Tigger to tell them that he's watching their show. I love how he instinctively knows how to use these phones, even though his usual experience is with a cell phone.

While he gets to meet Baby Plum tomorrow, he doesn't really understand that. Little Elvis is more excited about attending his first pre-school related birthday party on Saturday. It's at a gymnastics place. He's so thrilled about seeing his friend and singing "Happy Birthday." (He used to bawl at the end of this song, and now requests it every night. He will even sing a couple of lines.)

In pregnancy news, my ankles are finally starting to swell a bit. It started last night. How funny. This pregnancy has been a lot different from my first.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Big brother gift?

I'm an only child. As such, I've spent several nights worried about how Little Elvis will handle the huge shake-up that's about to rock his world.

When we first found out about Baby Plum, I decided to give Little Elvis a big brother gift from his new sibling.

It helped that we had one present we decided to hold off on giving to Little Elvis at his birthday party last February.

He found the pretty, wrapped present while we were moving and it was just easier to give it to him. So, he got a little traffic/construction worker roller suitcase with an orange vest, plastic tape measure and walkie-talkie. He genuinely likes this toy, so at least it was a good purchase.

A few weeks ago, I found a Lightning McQueen roller backpack on clearance. It's something I know he will love, so that's become the new "big brother gift."

I know some people might feel I'm coddling him, but he has no idea what to expect on Friday. (I don't either, quite honestly.) We've all been through a lot this summer, and I guess I just want to give Little Elvis something fun.

My big question is when to give it to him? Should I give it to him at the hospital when he meets Baby Plum in person for the first time? Should we wait until we get home and give it to him then?

Any advice?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

House of ill repute

It was a very rough weekend for us. Little Elvis came down with a pretty rough stomach bug on Thursday afternoon. He got so bad, so quickly that we had to take him to the local MedServe.

Poor little guy was pale as his mommy (never a good thing) and couldn't even stand up. But he was a lot better by Friday and right as rain by Saturday.

That couldn't be said of the rest of us. Bob and my father came down with it late Friday night. My mom and I got sick on Saturday.

Bob's was the shortest lived -- only late Friday night, early Saturday morning. This was a very good thing, since Little Elvis had double the energy to spend after being sick for a day and a half.

We are all better now, for the most part. My energy was completely depleted on Saturday and it's still really low. I have a feeling it has more to do with being 9 months pregnant than any stomach bug hangover.

Baby Plum is just fine, and is in the go position. I've actually dilated and effaced.

That's a whole lot different from my pregnancy with Little Elvis. I had contractions for about 18 hours before anything happened. So far, no real contractions. My stomach just gets a little sore from all of the kicking.

The big arrival is just 3 days away. I panicked yesterday because I hadn't gotten Baby Plum a baby book. He now has one now.

In other news, Little Elvis has taken to kissing and singing to Baby Plum. He was headbutting my stomach for a while, so I think that's a good sign.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Parking cars and dressing Mommy

Little Elvis adores cars. I've written about this love before. He likes to run around and touch real cars, pretend to have conversations with Mommy's and Daddy's cars, and park his toy cars. We spend lots of time every day parking cars.

These are pictures from a typical day of parking cars:

He starts with one "parking lot" -- in this case it's the couch.
He meticulously places each car in its special spot. Once they are all parked on the sofa...
... he moves them to another "parking lot." The pool table makes a great parking lot, because of the raised sides. He moves just about every car and parking sign to the new parking location.
When the pool table is full, he moves them to the third "parking lot." This rug will actually become a parking lot at some point. It's gray, and I plan to paint bright yellow stripes on it. I'm just a little nervous about messing up the lines. His cars are all different sizes, should I do a standard size or special sizes for different cars? Too much for me to think about...
For his final parking location of the day, he has me lay down on the floor so he can park his cars around my big belly. He crawls over my legs to place each car just so. I'm not super fond of this "parking lot," because getting up after laying on the ground is no fun. My parents have tried to be his parking lot, but he only wants me or Bob.

The shirt I'm wearing? Little Elvis' favorite. Every morning, he tells me to wear blue. I've got 3 blue shirts that fit, so I usually can fulfill this request. Yesterday, while I was taking a shower, he opened his drawer and pulled out two of his shirts for me to wear. One was blue, the other was green. I let him wear the blue one, and I wore one of my own.

There you have it, a typical day for us.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

10 days and counting

In less than 10 days, we will get to meet Baby Plum. I'm excited about getting to meet him, and not being pregnant any longer, but I'm also stressed over it.

Our house will not close before he's born. It just won't. The buyers are still mega-jerks in my opinion. It's not our fault, but it's because of us. I know that doesn't make sense, but it is what it is. We had way too much to get accomplished in way too short of a time-period.

So, most of our stuff is still in storage. We've gotten the absolute necessities, I think. We got the bassinet, all of Little Elvis' baby clothes, most of the cloth diapers I pre-bought before getting here (yes, we plan to cloth diaper), one nursing bra, the car seat and the bouncer.

There's still other stuff, but it's jammed in the back. None of my non-pregnancy clothes (or underpinnings) are out. No nursing pads. Nothing for fall for Little Elvis (other than jeans that I'm almost certain will be too short.) I did manage to find my bathrobe this weekend, which is apparently very important for the hospital. Baby steps, right?

Little Elvis is still in my old baby crib. We planned on making the transition to his toddler bed the week before Baby Plum arrived (once we were in the house.) We attempted a cot-type bed two weekends ago at my parents' cabin and it was a disaster. Although he loves to climb and jump, he hasn't yet realized he can find a way out of that crib. Thank God for that, because at the moment I am listening to him scream and jump in the crib.

I refuse to go get him on the grounds that he is exhausted and in a bad mood and I am just not up to handling it. (I already yelled at him once today, and feel guilty enough.) Little Elvis has become increasingly more clingy to me in the past few weeks. He refuses to sit by my parents and only wants to sit on my lap. My lap doesn't have much room, and poor Baby Plum gets stabbed by very pointy elbows several times a day.

While he is still the sweetest, most wonderful little boy, he's also become the most demanding. I cannot leave his sight.

Typical conversation:

Mommy: I'm going to go potty, do you need to go pee-pee in the potty?
Little Elvis: No!
Mommy: Do you want to go with me?
Little Elvis: No!
Mommy: Ok, well I'm going to the potty then. I'm going to go out the door, and to the bathroom. I will be right back. Ok?
Little Elvis: Ok.

Mommy leaves and heads for the bathroom.
Two seconds pass.

Little Elvis (heard yelling down the hall): Mommy! Mom-may!!! Mom-may!!
Mommy (loud whisper): I'm in the bathroom, come here.

Little Elvis enters the bathroom, relieved to have found his Mommy. She apparently cannot be trusted to return, even though she always does.

Since I'm very pregnant and have a penchant for ice water, this is at least an hourly occurrence.

So, while I'm anxious to meet our newest little one. I'm nervous about not having anything ready for his arrival. I'm nervous about never getting into this stupid house. I'm nervous about his older brother's reaction (please do not tell me any big brother trying to kill new baby stories -- I've heard enough over the past few days.)

Oh, and after about an hour of screaming, Little Elvis is finally napping. Thank goodness.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Flour child

Bob decided he wanted to make an apple pie this weekend. One of the main ingredients in homemade crust is flour, and as I've written before, our child LOVES him some raw flour.
Just to get some peace, we sat him at the table with a small cup of flour.
He was in Heaven.
We buy him all of these toys, and he is just as happy, if not more so, with a few small scoops of flour.

Yes, he even licked the table clean. What a silly little boy.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

First day of pre school

Little Elvis had his first day of pre-school this morning! He was so excited yesterday that he refused to nap and could barely eat his breakfast this morning.

He was very willing to pose for me this morning, though. He's holding his "Disney castle" which he found at an outlet store. It was definitely worth the 50 cents we doled out for it.
I had to include a shot of his "cool dude shoes." I believe I named them that, but he's picked up on it and likes to call them his cool dude shoes as well.

He was thrilled to go into preschool (didn't even say goodbye!) and was in great spirits when I picked him up three hours later.

Here he is post first day of pre school. Happy and ready to immediately go back to pre school to play with the kids.

I am so proud of him! He didn't fuss or cry, didn't wet his undies and must have behaved fairly well.

What a sweet big boy!

In Baby Plum news, I have 2 weeks and 2 days to go. Two women have stopped me recently to ask when I'm due. Must look like I'm about to pop. We're finally at week 37, and I'm not so sure Baby Plum will stay put until September 25th.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Week in pictures

Oreos are good! Mommy and Daddy figured out that I am much more willing to eat certain things if I know Oreos are in my future.
Pre-school open house outfit. I was the cutest there. All I have talked about since the open house is going back. Mommy hopes this attitude stays.
My first time playing dress up. I fought the hat and vest for the longest, but decided the other day that they were cool.
Need any help building something?

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Nothing's ever easy

The house we were hoping to move into just 9 days before the arrival of Baby Plum is slipping through our fingers.

The seller has been awful from day one and because of the seller's stupidity, the contract will have to be extended.

The seller wants us to pay her mortgage on her other house, because of the extension. Even though it was her stubbornness and stupidity.

We haven't looked at any houses since we bid. I don't know if I'm up for all of the hassles again.

I spent yesterday crying and today I was way-too impatient with Little Elvis. I sincerely believe the crazy stress of my old job lead to the scariness with Little Elvis' birth. I don't want to put Baby Plum through that.

But we've already imposed so much on my parents, and I don't want to do that anymore either. And the whole bid/contract/house-hunting thing will take at least a couple of more months.

I just wanted us to have this nice little home that we could call our own and could make our own. I have no idea what to do now, but all I can manage is to cry.

Our poor realtor is doing all she can, but I just don't even know if it's worth it anymore.