Do you ever just want to turn on loud music and dance? Sometimes I like to do that, Winston likes to dance when I play music, and I have found that my son likes to do that too. I wonder if that will make him a dancer?
Some songs he loves to move too include:
I think my son has some good taste. What are some of your favorite songs to dance too?
I know it isn't super exciting, but we have a chest freezer. It's great because we can use the extra space.
So, here is my little public service announcement: if you decided to have children, i suggest getting a deep freezer. Why? For several reason.
1. If you breast feed, a freezer is great for storing your breast milk. Pumping is annoying and if you are like me, you don't want to lose any milk. Breast milk can only stay fresh for so long in the fridge and freezer of your fridge but it can stay fresh longer in a deep freezer.
2. Freezer meals. I'm not talking about the ones you throw in the microwave for 10 minutes, I'm talking about the ones that you prepare ahead of time. Whether they be slow cooker meals, or ones you throw in the oven, it is nice to have a place to store them.
3. Meat/ veggies. My husband likes to eat a lot of meat. I like to eat a lot of veggies. I also like to cook with veggies. It is a great place to store them for a long time.
Well, that is all that I can think of, but I'm sure there are more.
Sometimes you just need to vent and let everything off of your chest. At least, that is what I need to do. So, even though I haven't posted in a while, I figure I could come back with a vent post.
So, my number one thing that I'm sick of is the weather. We had two beautiful days of perfect weather. Otherwise it has been a very long winter. I am annoyed at this Polar Vortex that keeps making it's appearance. The dreaded Polar Vortex, in which we have temperatures below zero and wind chills even colder. I mean, come on, how many more days can we go with the temp plus wind chill being -20 through -50?
My second vent, there aren't enough hours in the day. I love my son, I really do, but he doesn't sleep and wants to be held all the time. Baby wearing doesn't work, he screams until you literally are holding him in your hands. With that, I can't get everything done. I love him, I love the snuggles, but I want to be able to clean and all too.
My last vent, is useless drama. I guess not useless, but it is annoying when there seems to be drama everywhere. You know what I say to that..."Save the drama for your llama."
A recent post from a facebook friend got me thinking what is offensive? My friend has been through a lot and her story isn't one for me to share, and yet, instead of showing support, people aren't.
I have always thought that people loved baby pictures and why not, they are so cute. Yet, not everyone loves all baby pictures. So, I am going to share some picutres of my son. These are a bit more on the...graphic, real life, sad, heart breaking side of life. And to some people, these would be classified as offensive.
Right before they put in the nasal cannula so he could breath.
Treatments to help him breath.
His transport to the NICU
Waving around his IVs
Wrapped up in a Bili Blanket to heal his Jaundice
Can you tell me what picture or pictures could be offensive? I guess people don't want to see pictures of a baby that isn't healthy. But, not all babies are born healthy, and sometimes, parents need support instead of being told not to share.
I have sad, somber news. My beautiful, wonderful lemon tree died. I don't know why? I think I may have been over watering it, but the leaves dried up, so maybe it got burned. I just don't know. But, I think maybe, part of it is because of all the time we had spent away from home this month and then how I couldn't really do anything, so it wasn't properly taken care of.
Thankfully, my husband has decided that we can get a new one, plus one. That's right two trees in the house. We are going to get our usual (i.e my favorite and am so sad that she died)
So, last Thursday was my estimated due date. (Jan 30th) I was really hoping my baby would have been born on Feb 2nd, just because I think groundhogs day would be a cool birthday. But, nope. My little man was born January 3rd, making Monday a big day in his life. He turned one month!
I want to bake cookies, so does anyone have any ideas? I was thinking my classic chocolate chip cookies, oh and the caramel sugar cookies are yummy too. Maybe oatmeal? Hmm...I need some new cookie ideas so please share them with me (recipes too) and I will attempt to make them!
If you have ever been in the NICU, you know it is a scary place. Each baby has their own story to tell, each parent has the look of worry in their eyes and prayers are said all the time.
My little man, my peanut, my JT, was in the NICU. He was in the NICU for only a short amount of time, shorter than what was thought. The NICU we were at gave babies nick-names. He was called the pride and joy, because 1. How cute he is, and 2. How fast he came around. He was considered a miracle baby on my floor. All the nurses in the NICU and on my floor went to see him and fell in love with him.
I can't speak for other, just for myself, but after what I went through, I know that I am not the same person. Before, when I heard about babies being in the NICU, it was sad, but now...it's heart breaking. If you think about it, seeing a baby in the warmer, or incubator, just makes the baby look smaller. Having to check in to your babies room, helping with feeding your baby, changing his diaper, and taking his temp, having to hold your baby a special way, if you are able to hold him at all, just...makes you ache.
My little boy has a story. I don't know if I will be able to share his story or the story of his birth, but I do know I can share his recovery. I can share how much I cried. I can share that praying helped get me through. There is a saying, God doesn't give you more than you can handle. At the time, I thought he did, but then I found this:
I know he has helped me handle everything. I know I am stronger, then I was before. I know I have a soft spot in my heart for babies like mine.