Sunday, January 31, 2010

Baby Plum's debut

Sweet Baby Plum finally has his first music video! It took me four months, I know...

Baby Plum was born on September 25th. It was a scheduled C-section, because Little Elvis' birth was an emergency C-section.

I didn't want to pick Baby Plum's birthday. I felt that was something he should do, but I didn't have a choice.

Bob's birthday is September 27th. My mom's is September 26th. I wanted him to have his own day, and if we picked Friday, the 25th, then Bob would only have to take one day off.

The Wednesday night before Baby Plum's scheduled arrival, I started having contractions. They hurt, but I didn't think they were contractions. They felt different from the ones I experienced with Little Elvis. Only the top half of my stomach hurt. It was intense, but I assumed it must be some sort of really bad indigestion.

I felt better on Thursday, so didn't think too much more about it. It was hard to sleep Thursday night. We had to be at the hospital by 6 the next morning. We got there at 5:30 I believe.

Due to my last experience, I was very worried about the pain of certain procedures. The nurse we had for Little Elvis' delivery was a battle ax. She was pretty mean. Certain things she did hurt so much, even after the epidural. (I felt LOTS of stuff after the epidural, and when I cried, she would tell me that I wasn't feeling things.)

This time, I had to have stuff done before they anesthetized me. I dreaded this more than the actual surgery. It didn't hurt -- was mildly uncomfortable at most. That was such a relief.

This C-section was also a completely different experience. (We were so scared with Little Elvis' delivery -- we lost his heartbeat and had to be rushed into the surgery.) The atmosphere was much more laid back. Since I didn't have an epidural first, they anesthetized me and laid me back very quickly.

Once the surgery began, I felt tugging around my rib cage. I thought that's where they were operating and asked the doctor if they were using my old scar, just to make sure they weren't cutting by my ribs.

The doctor said my cervix was extremely thin and couldn't believe I hadn't experienced any contractions. That's when I connected those dots. He led me to believe that Baby Plum would have selected September 25th on his own.

Baby Plum came into this world screaming mad. He started screaming before they even cleaned his mouth. The doctor held a very angry little baby over the curtain so I could see him. He was a very cute screamer. The doctor thought he was really long and skinny.

He screamed through the measuring, weighing and APGAR test. He screamed until they handed him to his Daddy. He weighed 8 pounds, 2 ounces, and was 19 1/2 inches long. He had a head full of dark fuzz and bright blue eyes. He was beautiful, and other than the eyes looked just like his big brother.

Bob took him to the nursery and they wheeled me to recovery. I was fairly loopy and am not sure how long I was in there. I believe it was a few hours before I got to hold him.

He was so tiny and light. I know Little Elvis was actually a little smaller, but it was hard to remember that. Bob and I had to learn how to dress an infant all over again. We were used to Little Elvis helping us out.

Baby Plum was an eager eater. Very eager. He latched pretty quickly.

My parents kept Little Elvis, but brought him for lots of visits. But there was one point where it was just us -- Bob, me, Baby Plum, Little Elvis. Little Elvis would not stop pushing the call button on my bed and yelling, and I thought that was proof that we would not be able to control them both.

We did get Little Elvis to settle down, and Bob was changing Baby Plum in the bassinet. Baby Plum peed during the change and it got all over Little Elvis! Poor baby just cried, and I thought, "That's it. He's going to hate his little brother now."

Thankfully I was wrong on both counts.

Finally, here's our sweet baby's first music video. I heard the song last year in a commercial and thought it would be perfect for this occasion.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Bottoms up!

Look at those little legs!

(I checked with Bob before putting this picture up.) But seriously, how cute are those little legs?

Baby Plum is happiest when he's naked. He's always smiled during diaper changes, but now he laughs when he's getting changed. Just the thought of being free for even a few seconds makes him giddy.

We try to let him get his naked time in every night, although with the recent cold snap I wasn't as diligent. I also try not to do it in front of Little Elvis. No need to give him any extra excuses to strip down.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Sick baby

So, our assumption that Baby Plum was cutting teeth might be wrong. On Saturday, we noticed that he sounded hoarse. His little coos and cries sounded like he'd been hitting the Marlboros for weeks.

I called a nurse hotline on Sunday and they paged our pediatrician for me. The pediatrician was rude (naturally), but assumed he had a chest infection. I couldn't get us into see the doctor until this afternoon.

No need to vent my frustrations about our awful pediatric practice. If today goes as badly as our other experiences, we will be changing doctors.

Back to my sweet little baby. He sounds awful and feels awful. He's crying a good bit now, especially around Little Elvis. Poor big brother doesn't understand being gentle and poor little brother gets very frustrated over this.
Even though it's very clear that Baby Plum feels awful, he's still super-sweet. And he just loves rolling. He rolls to his right as soon as you put him down now. He attempts his left and gets frustrated, so he flips to the right.

Go Colts!

Baby Plum also keeps his head lifted off the ground when you lay him down. It looks like he's working on his core. I told Bob that if he keeps this up, we'll have the only baby with roly-poly legs and six-pack abs.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


Baby Plum will be 4 months old at the end of this week. Four months! Last week, our little sweetie began drooling... a lot.

This didn't worry me. Little Elvis began drooling at 3 months and didn't stop until he was 13 or 14 months.

Baby Plum also began chewing on his hands. I think Little Elvis did this some, but not to the extent that Baby Plum has been doing it. I figured Baby Plum might be a thumbsucker.

My dad mentioned teeth on Monday. My aunt and grandmother mentioned them yesterday. I didn't want to consider that.

But, I can't easily explain away his new fussiness. He wants to eat or be held all day. All day. Well, he's content in the Bumbo during supper.

Last night he fought sleep and fought sleep. This morning, I finally tried to check his gums. I'm not 100 percent sure, but I believe I saw two little teeth on the bottom.
This is early. Little Elvis began teething around 4 1/2 - 5 months. Except for the first two, his teeth came in one at a time and took several weeks each. Little Elvis was not a good sleeper as a baby, and I blame his constant teething for these problems.

A rare nap this week -- I put his pacifier in upside down before rushing off to do something with Little Elvis.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Intention versus reality

Little Elvis looked so debonair on the way to church on Sunday. His little black velvet jacket was snug, though. I knew we would need to take a picture when he got home, because the jacket wouldn't fit another day.

I was busy once we got home, and asked Bob to take the picture. I had images in my mind of a dashing little boy looking like he did when we went to church that morning -- shirt tucked in, jacket buttoned, hair combed, face clean, etc.

This is what I got. To clarify, I didn't say, tuck him in and button him up. I just said I'd like a picture of him in his cute outfit. The pictures made me laugh when I downloaded them. They are a whole lot messier than I intended.

This one is my favorite. He looks pretty happy and whole lot more comfortable than he did that morning heading for church.

This is my new favorite picture of Baby Plum. Bob took it as well. He's a much better photographer than I am. But I think I'm the better stylist.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

That's just how he rolls

Baby Plum's been working on his rolls -- both the sweet ones on his hands and legs and the one where he goes from his back to his stomach. He's doing a good job on both counts.

This is him shortly after his first non-assisted roll last night.

He was pretty proud of himself. He's been trying to make it to his tummy for a few days now.

And here's my best shot of his super-sweet smile. He's got an amazing little smile. But I can't seem to catch it with the camera. When the little red light shines on his nose, he stops smiling to try and figure out what is going on. Bob doesn't think I have the camera on the right setting. Oh well. You'll just have to trust me that he smiles a lot, and it's a beautiful smile.

Monday, January 11, 2010

"Mommy, I coming to get you!"

Little Elvis just gets funnier and funnier. I'm hoping that the threes will be a lot better for us than the twos.

Last week I put Little Elvis down for a nap, not expecting him to actually take one. He was quiet for a good long while, but after about an hour I heard yelps.

I took my time getting back to his room and called out to him while I was approaching. I opened the door to find my little boy stark naked and crouching on the end of the bed.

As I start laughing, he looks up at me and says, "I lost my pants."

Naptimes are still an issue for us. He usually fights them. I put him in his room and after trying to calm him down, I leave. Once the door is shut, he starts yelling out, "Mommy, I coming to get you! I coming to get you, Mommy!"

He somewhat willingly rides the cart at Wal-Mart and Sam's these days. But when he wants out, he wants out right then. He will usually say, "Let me out! Let me out!" But if we don't act quickly enough, he starts saying, "Get out of my way!" Considering how some people park their carts in the middle of the aisle, I think this command is quasi-appropriate.

Little Elvis still loves Baby Plum. Last week, he sat down next to us on the couch, kissed Baby Plum's head and said, "Oooh. Love you, Baby Plum." Usually, he'll sit next to us and say, "Aww. Miss you."

To reward some of his sweet behavior, we took him to Chick-Fil-A for supper the other night. After his meal, he got to play in the play area. Since most of the kids were a good deal older than he was, and the play area was kind of situated so you can't really see the kids from outside, Bob and I took turns sitting in there with him. He was thrilled to be around the other kids. He would try to get in their faces and say, "Boy! Whatchoo doing?" "Girl! Whatchoo doing?" Then he would jump up and down.

A nice little girl, maybe 8, helped him climb into the high places with the other kids, and he just had a blast. I was so proud of him.

Our child is obviously not shy, and a very-close talker at the moment. I hope his happy, funny, outgoing nature sticks around.

Friday, January 08, 2010

Snow day

Bob here again -- the cold and snow that has swept across the Mid-South has left me with some time on my hands, both for playing and posting. We received about an inch of sleet/snow early on Thursday which gave me the day off. Little Elvis was thrilled to see the white stuff and couldn't wait to get out and play. While there wasn't much accumulation on the grass or pavement, I managed to scrape together enough wet snow from the cars to assemble a 1/32 scale model of a real snowman.

The road taken

Bob here, Meredith's husband, here with another cameo appearance. Wanted to send out a big "thank you" to my dad -- a devoted PregnantlyPlump reader -- for the very special Christmas present he sent to Little Elvis.

Needless to say, it was a big hit and completes the automotive theme of Little Elvis' bedroom.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Welcome to our funhouse

I'm quickly learning that taking pictures of two incredibly cute baby boys is way harder than taking pictures of one.

You think it would be easier. Twice the cuteness equals an even better picture, right?

Out of dozens, these are my best of the pair of them. If Baby Plum is looking at the camera, then Little Elvis needs to run and inspect what's going on behind the camera. (Which is why Santa brought him a digital camera for Christmas. Go Santa!)

And sometimes, our angel baby is upset. Here, he is hungry.
Ditto for this one.
Why won't my mommy feed me? She needs to put that flashy thing down and feed me... right... now!

In my defense, they had on matching shoes and I wanted a picture of both of my boys in red high tops. We tried several times and now both pairs of shoes are too small. This is the best shot I have of them and their shoes.
In other news, Little Elvis helped me put away the laundry the other day. Yes, I do in fact just shove shirts and jeans under the TV. The way I figure it, Daddy gets a little news while he gets dressed. It's a win-win situation.

To celebrate his helpfulness, Little Elvis jumped on his bed.

That's just how we do things around here. We dress in matching shoes, put clothes up under TVs and jump on beds. All while Mommy takes pictures.

Sunday, January 03, 2010

How I spent my Christmas vacation

Bob (Meredith's husband) here with another cameo appearance. My holiday vacation is drawing to a close -- Tuesday it's back to the grind, but I certainly have no room to complain. While there are drawbacks to the teaching profession, the long breaks (winter and summer) are certainly a plus.

Anyway, I've really enjoyed having more time to spend with Meredith and the boys this Christmas. We didn't have to travel hundreds of miles to visit family for a change, which meant a lot more time to simply enjoy each other. Of course, this year Little Elvis was much more into the whole Christmas experience.

(bathroom before -- note ugly pink tile board and pink walls)

I wasn't just sitting back watching the boys and sipping hot chocolate during the entire vacation. With the help of my father-in-law (also in the education biz), I managed to finish up the bathroom renovation which had started as simply demolition during my Thanksgiving break. Considering that we expected the project to drag on for months (we pretty much gutted the bathroom -- taking out the shower surround, walls, floor, toilet, vanity and uncovering electrical, water damage, and plumbing snafus along the way), our finish time of about a month is nothing to sneeze at.
. (bathroom after -- bead board, new chair rail, new linoleum floor and overall duck theme)

As the bathroom project was drawing to a close shortly after Christmas, we decided to dive headlong into getting our kitchen floor redone (decided to go with tile to replace several layers of old, ugly linoleum).

(kitchen before)

With tiling being a task beyond my skill and patience (and the clock running down on my holiday break), we decided to leave this part of our remodeling to the professionals. However, I am good at destroying things so, in order to cut down on the overall cost, I (again with the help of my father-in-law) spent the last week or so pulling up the layers of linoleum (and plyboard underneath).

Anyway, the professionals showed up today and managed to get the tiling done in one day. What do you think?

(kitchen after -- Little Elvis seems more interested in his lollipop)

Now we just need to paint the ugly paneling and cabinets -- is it Spring Break yet?