Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Adventures of Flying with a 3 month old...

Like I mentioned in my previous post Macy and I flew back to Orlando two weekends ago for my BFF's wedding. I was super nervous about flying with a baby and all it entailed. I had dreams about it for literally weeks. We flew out on Wednesday night at 6:30 PM, which is right around Macy's bedtime of 7:30 PM. We weren't due to get into Orlando until 11 PM (or 10 PM Texas time). The few nights that Macy stayed up past her bed time were not good nights for her. At the stroke of 7:31 PM she turns into Little Miss Cranky Pants and screams like a lunatic, so you could understand my fears.

We arrived to the Corpus airport 1.5 hours early so I would have time to make it through security, have her breast milk screened to make sure it wasn't an explosive liquid and still have time to change her diaper if natured called. So yeah, anyone who has flown in or out of the Corpus airport knows that is waaaayyyy too much time. Ummm, even with a baby who drinks breast milk and needs her diaper changed. The airport has a total of 8 gates and only 4 are actually serviced by airlines. I thought during the long wait in the airport terminal would be where meltdown #1 would happen.......and possibly #2. Well, Macy did great which gave me slight confidence when I was boarding the plane. But of course, the skeptical side of myself decided that I shouldn't get to high on my horse. I thought surely Macy was saving her energy for the plane ride!

But actually, Macy was great on both flights into Orlando. She didn't make a peep! I was a tad nervous on the last flight from Houston to Orlando since she was wide awake for the whole flight. I was just waiting for the bottom to fall out. I was pleasantly surprised and relieved when we landed and there were no tears. Whew, I dodged a bullet.

We flew back on Monday and lets just say I wasn't as lucky. The first flight from Orlando to Houston was eventful to say the least. I was lucky enough to sit by a wonderful older couple who didn't mind babies at all. I was shocked that they willingly picked the two available seats next to me when there were plenty of other seats unattended. Usually on Southwest, people see a woman holding a baby they continue down the aisle to find another row. The seat next to a woman holding a baby is ALWAYS the last seat to be occupied on an airplane. People will try to avoid taking that seat at all cost and only take it because THEY HAVE TO. Anyway, these people made my airplane ride more manageable and I am thankful we got to be seatmates!

For the first hour or so everything was going great. Macy was sleeping and I gabbed to the couple next to me about Macy, their grand kids and again about Macy. It was during this conversation I felt a small explosion in Macy's pants.......only to be followed by a large explosion. I knew it was bad when the couple's eyes got wide and the both said "Oh my!" at the same time. I thought great, now I am going to have to figure out how to change a poopy diaper on a sold out flight. Even better, my diaper bag is stored in my rolling suit case in the over head compartment. How am I going to hold a baby, get my suitcase down, get my diaper bag out and change her? Luckily the man who I was sitting with offered to get the suitcase down for me. By this point Macy was screaming because I was trying to wrestle with the suitcase and she was sitting in shit. The woman was kind enough to offer to hold Macy while I got things situated. It was when I handed her over I noticed the shit stain on the back on Macy's sleeper. Ugh, great. Poor lady......and poor Macy. And OMG, I totally handed my baby off to a complete stranger. Someone a few rows up from me mentioned that the bathroom in the front of the plane had a diaper changing table. I guess I was making such a ruckus that the whole plane was aware that Macy was in need of a diaper change.

So I finally gathered everything up and Macy and I headed to the bathroom. I was a little skeptical that the airplane bathroom had a diaper changing table but sure enough it did. I get Macy on the table, change her DISGUSTING diaper and I start rooting around in her diaper bag for a change of clothes. It then dawned on me that I didn't have any clean clothes for Macy in her diaper bag. I forgot to restock it and all of her clothes were in my checked the bottom of the plane. I had no choice but to leave Macy in her shit stained clothes. What else was I to do?!

Finally we get back to our seats and Macy is still screaming. At this point she was hungry because the last time she ate was over 2 hours ago in the Orlando airport terminal and she was going through a growth spurt. Of course I didn't have a bottle made so again I had to wrestle with my diaper bag to try to get some breast milk out and transfer it into a clean bottle. I guess the lady who was sitting next to me learned not to offer to hold my baby after the shit stain incident, so this time she offered to transfer the breast milk into the bottle for me. It was when she unscrewed the lid to the breast milk container that the third explosion of the day happened. I guess the pressure from the plane or the cold ice pack that caused breast milk to fly everywhere. Not only was breast milk on the lady but it was also on her husband, me and Macy. OMG, I wanted to die!! My own breast milk grosses me out so I can only imagine how these people felt!! Immediately the couple was mashing the call button asking for something, anything to soak up the breast milk that was everywhere. I was mortified! I quickly started to pat down the couple (one handed....remember I am holding a screaming baby) with Macy's blanket. Personal space etiquette was thrown out the window as I was seriously standing up wiping down the couple and their belongings!! But eventually I managed to get milk into Macy's bottle and she quickly settled down once she got some food. But after the scene I just made I wanted to crawl into a hole and cry! I was just counting down the minutes until I could get off the plane and never see these people again!

But the couple took everything pretty well.....considering. They were very nice and understanding about the whole fiasco. They insisted they carry my suitcase for me to my next gate for my connecting flight. It was there I learned that due to our delays in Orlando that I missed my connection. Luckily there was still one flight that day into Corpus. The couple left their phone number with me in case I didn't make it on that flight. They lived in Houston and offered me a place to stay on the off chance I got stranded. I couldn't believe how generous they were. I wish more people were like them!! Luckily I never had to take them up on their offer and I made it onto the Houston to Corpus flight with no problems.

Macy did have a melt down on the Houston to Corpus flight though. She was so loud that at one point the flight attendant got on the overhead speaker and sang lullaby's. It didn't make an impact but I was greatful the flight was short and relatively uneventful unlike the other flight.

We finally made it back to our house around 10 PM that night. We got home much later than anticipated which was not good for my pumping/breastfeeding situation. I will have to fill you in about that in another post. Let's just say I could have given Dolly Parton a run for her money......

BIG news.....I mean BIG!

After much consideration, Jason and I have decided that it would be best for our family if I stayed home with Macy. That means I quit my job.....which means we will no longer have a second source of income.....which means holy crap, I'll be unemployed! I gave my notice yesterday but I am still not feeling 100% about my decision. Don't get me wrong, every second of the day I wish I was with Macy. I have been dreaming of becoming a stay at home mom for the moment I laid eyes on my little girl so I know deep down I am making the best decision for my family.

However, I'll admit I am not sure that I am not making the right decision professionally. When I graduated from college 7 years ago, I didn't intend to on becoming a SAHM. Unfortunately, I am not retiring, I am taking a break from working for a few years which means at some point I will be entering the workforce again. How will potential employers feel about my leave of absence from a professional setting? Will it hurt my competitiveness? Am I crazy for quitting my job during this recession? Maybe I can get some sort of part time job or go back to school to explain the gap?

And the whole paycheck's a scary thought to give up a second income. It allowed us to splurge on things that we didn't need but really wanted. Will this mean I will never be able to buy a new designer purse or buy fancy shoes? Will we now live paycheck to paycheck?

Even with these legit concerns deep down I feel like I am making the right decision. My family comes first. We will be able to get by on Jason's income and I can worry about finding my next job when that time comes. I don't think I can put a price on spending my days with Macy......even if it is a large price tag. Twenty years from now it won't be important that I had a good job. Twenty years from now it will be important that I had this time with Macy. These are times I will never get back.

I have so many things in store for Macy and I! There are so many things I want to do with her. Whether it's making trips to the beach on a lazy summer day, the library when she is old enough or travel to Orlando more regularly to see the grandparents I know quitting is the right decision. Macy will be so much better because of it.

So wish me luck in becoming a stay at home mom!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Whew, I am back from Orlando!

Macy and I were in Orlando over the weekend for my BFF's wedding. It was a whirlwind trip and for once I was happy to come home to Texas. I never thought I would say that. For those who don't know, I desperately want to move from Texas back to Orlando. But it wasn't Texas I was missing, it was the slower paced life for Macy. She was a little trooper, but she was worn out from visiting with friends and family, shopping trips and photo sessions. Poor little thing snored when we got back home on Monday night. There is nothing cuter than a baby snoring! I have more patience for her snores than my husbands.....that's for sure.

But it was great to get back home and show Macy off! She got to hang out with both sets of her Grandparents who absolutely adore her. My brother Chris finally got to meet her and it was love at first sight! It's nice to have people around who think so highly of Macy like I do. She is one special little girl!

When I have more time I will have to fill you in about our adventures flying! But for now I will leave you with a picture of Macy's visit with the Easter Bunny. It's not a great pic but Macy wouldn't cooperate and take her hands out of her mouth.......

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

More Pictures of Miss Macy!

I heart my babysitter! She has sent me even more pics of my little girl! I can't get over a). the quality of the pics and b). how freakin' cute Macy is!

Dear Macy,

You are just over three months old today and I couldn't be more in love with you than I am now. I am amazed with you everyday and my life is more complete because you are in it. I can't believe I am lucky enough to be your mom.

You have just discovered your voice and like to babble, especially when we are in the car. Unlike your mom, you love to do sit ups. Sometimes you get fussy if I stop our sit up session too soon. If you are on my lap you like to be facing forward so you can see the world. You are very alert. You love to be outside in the sun and have the wind blow through your hair. Your favorite thing is to go for walks in your stroller. You are always so happy in the mornings. It's wonderful to start my day with your smiles. You love your baths but you always cry afterwards. It never fails. Once you get worked up it's hard to calm you back down. But once you do you are back to smiles. You love to suck on your thumb and right now that's the thing that soothes you the best. You are a happy baby. You wake up a few times at night, but once you eat you quickly fall asleep. You are still breastfeeding but more and more you prefer the bottle. You can still wear 0-3 month clothes but 3-6 months fits you the best. You love to get your diaper changed. That's when you are the most animated. You sleep in the bed with me and like to cuddle at night. You weighed 11 lbs 11 oz at your three month weight check.

I love being your mom and I promise to always do my best raising you. I might not always make the right decision but I will always do what I think is best for you. You will always come first in my life. I will try to give you the best possible life I can. I want you to experience things I never did.

I hope you are successful in life and in anything you do. I hope you never settle for anything but the best because that's what you deserve. I hope you are better than me. I hope you set your sights high and not let anything get in the way of achieving your goals. I know I will do everything in my power to help you reach those goals. But most of all I hope you're happy. That's the one thing I wish the most for you.

These last three months have been the happiest three months of my life. I am looking forward to what the future brings us. I love you so much.


Your mom

Friday, March 12, 2010

I am a Slow Learner

Here is another part of my birth story that I forgot to mention.....

The day before I had Macy, I had a doctors appointment where I learned I would have a C-Section the next day at 4:00 PM. They informed me at this doctors appointment that I was not to eat or drink after midnight so I would be ready for surgery the next day. Sounds easy, right? WRONG.

I decided to eat one last HUGE meal that night. We went to my favorite restaurant, Highway 77 Pizzeria (which serves food other than Pizza) and I ordered a Philly Cheese Steak Baked Potato and Cheese Sticks (someone please tell me why I gained 60 lbs again?). Not only did I load up on grease but I got my full share of sodium as well. After we ate I went home and passed out like a fat pig. Whatdoyaknow, I woke up at 12:30 AM DYING OF THIRST!! I tip toed out to the kitchen to sneak a drink and my husband caught me. I some how convinced him to give me the last Dr. Pepper (I had an addiction to Dr. Pepper when I was pregnant) so I could swish cold liquid around in my mouth and then spit it out (which is completely lady like, BTW). Initially he said no because I would cheat and swallow some. I swore I wouldn't and he handed over the Dr. Pepper. Yeah, I fooled him. I totally swallowed some.

After that I headed to bed to try to sleep off my dehydration. I am not sure how that works but I was hoping it would because I seriously thought I was going to die if I didn't have something to drink and soon. I tossed and turned and finally came to the conclusion I wasn't going to sleep. All I could think about was having something to drink.

I got out of bed the next morning and thought for sure the day would fly by making my last preparation for the baby. That wasn't the case at all. Literally, I thought about having a drink every 5 seconds. I did the swish liquid around in my mouth and secretly swallow some move multiple times that day. I thought I was so cleaver, even if it didn't make much of an impact on my thirst.

I made my husband promise me to have a HUGE bottle of Orange Gatorade waiting for me in the recovery room. I thought. "Fine. I will wait this out, have my baby and chug some Gatorade. Life will be good."


Once I got back to recovery I immediately asked for my Gatorade and requested my husband stop at the cafeteria and get me a sugar cookie (you know the kind with icing on the top?!). I thought I was going to cry when the nurse looked at me and laughed. The world stood still when she told me I wouldn't be able to have anything to eat or drink until the morning. Excuse me?! Did you say tomorrow morning?

Fast forward to about 4 hours later.......I finally got some ice chips from the nurse! Apparently whining enough and having your husband ask 50 billion times when you can could get something to drink will score you some ice chips. The nurse caved, went against the doctors orders and gave me what I wanted. Little did I know this was her revenge for putting up with my whining. At the time I didn't recognize her plot to get back at me.....

I thought she was cool. She thought I was annoying. And I was getting ice chips.

Once I got my ice chips the nurse gave me VERY SPECIFIC instructions not to eat too fast. But, I was up to my sneaky antics again and every time my nurse turned her head I would scoop as many handfuls of ice in my mouth as I could get. OMG, ice never tasted so good! I also chugged my husband's Dr. Pepper when he wasn't looking.

Clearly my nurse gave me those instructions for my benefit. Why did I not realize that and listen to her? Because 10 minutes later I was puking my brains out and I couldn't stop! My poor husband, he had to hold a bucket while I threw up in it. Our relationship reached new heights on that day. Finally, I stopped throwing up. But not until my insides felt like they had been ripped out. Not only was I uncomfortable because I just had a C-Section but I just dry heaved for 15 minutes.

Do you think I learned my lesson? Nope. I did it again. I ate handfuls of ice and I was back to puking my brains out.

Me = stoopid.

After round two of puking I decided that I would wait until the morning before I had anything to eat or my doctor originally recommended.

The lesson learned is - LISTEN TO WHAT YOU MEDICAL STAFF HAS TO SAY!! They might be on to something.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Even More Pictures!

Macy's babysitter just sent me more pictures! I can't get over the quality. She really is talented!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Check out these pictures!

Macy's babysitter (who is wonderful BTW) just emailed me these pics she took of her yesterday. Aren't these just great??! Seriously, I think I hired a professional photographer to look after Macy who also happens to be great with kids. I can't get over how great these pics are!
Of course, Macy was looking beautiful as always. Oh, in about 16 years I am going to have my hands full keeping the boys away......sigh

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Aren't these hair bows just adorable!

I was searching one of my favorite blogs, As the Forest[e] Grows and she was doing a give away of the most precious hairbows. Of course I entered to win but I also bought two hair bows for Miss Macy!! I couldn't resist! They were purchased on Etsy from the seller Little Lesiw. I can't wait to get them in and I plan on using them in her photoshoot next month!!

Here are the bows that I purchased:

Update: Yeah, so I have no self control when it comes to restraining myself from buying things for Macy. I just went back and visited the site and bought the following 3 hair bows. Someone please take my credit card away from me....

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I don't think I told you this part of the story.....

Back in December I posted my birth story but I left out part of it. When I originally wrote the post I didn't think it was worth mentioning but three months later I still find myself laughing about it. This is a perfect example of why I love my husband and a perfect example of how he can annoy the crap out of me...

On December 7th, when I was waiting for my doctors appointment, my husband noticed some fishing pictures on the wall in the doctor's office. He told me the pictures were taken in Homosassa, FL (which is where his parents have a second home on the Gulf of Mexico). First of all, why he thought the pictures were taken in Homosassa is beyond me. All the pictures captured was my doctor on a boat, holding a fish. The only scenery in the picture were some trees in the landmark indicating they were taken in Homosassa. I told him he was nuts and got a good laugh. Homosassa is a small town on the Gulf Coast of Florida with a population of maybe 15,000. Almost no one has ever heard of this town, even Floridians. It would have been close to impossible that my doctor, who lives in South Texas would have fishing pictures from Homosassa on his office wall. I laughed even harder when my husband told me he was going to ask the doctor about his pictures. I thought he was totally kidding and I jokingly told him "Yeah, go ahead. The doctor will look at you like you have two heads."

I thought that was the end of our discussion about the doctor's fishing pictures......

Fast forward to the end of my doctors appointment that day. The idea of having a C-Section was being tossed around and up until that point my husband had been relatively quiet......I mean what sort of input could he give at the Gynecologists office? None. He was too uncomfortable with the word cervix and placenta being used multiple times in one sentence. So you can see why I was surprised when he spoke up and said "I have a question". Then I remembered our conversation in the waiting room about Homosassa. Jason looked at me and smirked and began to speak. I gave him a glare that could kill and I know he could feel my eyes burning through him. All I could think in my head was don't do it, don't you dare ask about Homosassa. And with that thought I heard Jason say "I saw your fishing pictures on the wall and I was wondering if they were taken in Homosassa, FL?". OMG, I could kill you!! Here I am, with no pants on, trying to grasp the fact that tomorrow I will have major surgery, while I am awake BTW, and you want to know about the doctors effing pictures on the wall??! Hello? Can we get back to my uterus please?!

At that point I just sat on the examination table (did I mention I didn't have any pants on?!) waiting for Jason to shut up. I just rolled my eyes and began to apologize to my doctor about the dumb ass question my husband just asked. Just as I began to speak up, I saw my doctors eyes light up. I thought oh crap, the doctor thinks we are a bunch of idiots. I am about to have my stomach sliced open and my husband wants to talk about fishing. His response of "As a matter of fact yes, that picture was taking in Homosassa, FL" floored me. The two of them went back and forth about fishing guides and fly rods. It was me who looked at them like they had two heads.

The doctor left the room and I got dressed. At this point all I could do was roll my eyes at Jason and give him a dirty look. Jokingly of course. I mean, Jason just did prove me wrong about the pictures. I clearly was the idiot here! I was still in a daze because a) I was going to have a baby in less than 24 hours and b) they are going to cut open uterus and pull the baby out. Yeah, sounds a bit scary, right?! When we were leaving the doctors office, my doctor stopped us to show us more fishing pictures. And again my husband and the doctor went back and forth about fishing guides and fly rods.

Would you think I was joking when I told you that my doctor talked about fishing the next day while I was on the operating table??! Nope. Again, I had to listen about Homosassa, FL!!

At the time it was really all humorous to me. It was interesting that my doctor fishes in Homosassa. haha. I do have to say, my doctor is excellent and is great at what he does.

But now you see how my husband can drive me crazy....

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I need help.

One of these days I will have to get out of the house......without the baby. The thought of this makes me want to ball up in the fetal position and cry. I already leave the baby 9 hours a day with the baby sitter Monday through Friday. That is a stretch for me. The only reason why I do it is because I HAVE TO! I need a paycheck. One of these days I will seriously have to leave the house for a social function......without the baby. If I want to keep my friends or my husband I will have to engage in some adult time. My husband has been dying to get out of the house and I keep turning down friends invitations for a night out on the town. Thinking about leaving Macy on the weekends makes me want to cross my arms and pout. Isn't is enough that I am gone from Macy 45 hours out of the week??! I think I might die if I leave her one the weekends!!

Even if I braved leaving Macy for 4 or 5 hours to enjoy a night out I think I would be miserable. I would think about my baby, wish I was with my baby, wonder what my baby was doing, wonder if she misses me and/or check my cell phone pictures just to see her sweet face one more time. You know how I would know I would do this? Because I do it every day at work.

Another thing, it's hard for me to have a conversation with anyone that doesn't regard my baby. I always find a way to slip little tidbits of information in about Macy in conversations. In my old life I would have hated who I have now become. I used to completely zone out when people spoke about their children. That kind of talk was boring to me. Now, Macy is all my thoughts revolve around and sometimes I don't even realize that I make Macy the topic of every.single.converstation I have. Lately I have tried to be better about this. I will pretend to be interested in what other people have to say but then I completely zone out. I find myself thinking about my baby, wishing I was with my baby, wondering what my baby was doing, wondering if she missed me and I wondering when this conversation would be over so I could check my cell phone pictures just to see her sweet face one more time.

Yeah, I am so one dimensional anymore. The sad thing is I really don't have any desire to change it other than the fact that NO ONE will want to talk to me ever again if I don't do something about it. Is there some kind of rehab I can go to?! Like a new mom rehabilitation center where I am forced to carry on conversations about something other than Macy?! Is there a place where they will force me to get out a socialize without the baby on my hip?! If there is, I really need to get myself enrolled ASAP. I can't continue to go on like this forever and expect people to still want to talk to me.

It will get better once I force myself to get out a few times, right?! Let's hope.....

Three things I couldn't live without!

During my pregnancy I spent MANY hours researching baby products for Macy. I wanted her to have the best items and I read millions of reviews online. A good portion of the items I bought were a complete waste of money. I, like many other first time moms, was convinced that my baby needed every product that was ever invented for babies. Three months later some of those items still sit in a closet in their original packaging. I am convinced that about 50% of the baby products on the market are designed for stupid moms like me who are eager to whip out their credit card. Those items are worthless and completely unneeded.

However, there are three items I bought that have been lifesavers! If it weren't for these items I would a) be insane and b) have no time for myself. The crazy thing is I just about convinced myself that I didn't need two of the items. They were on the bottom of my list for things I had to have for Macy. Just goes to show how dumb I was when I was pregnant.
1. Fisher Price My Little Lamb swing

This is one of the items I thought wasn't a necessity. Boy was I wrong. From day 1 this swing has been a lifesaver. It has given me the ability to put Macy down for a few minutes and get important things done - like going to the restroom or eating. For the most part Macy loves the swing and enjoys being in there. We have used this swing since we brought Macy home, I seriously don't know what we would have done with out it! BTW, I am jealous that they don't make one it adult size. It looks so comfy.

2. Fisher Price Rain forest Play Gym

This is the other item I thought wasn't a necessity. Again, I was dumb. Now that Macy has gotten older she loves her play gym. I don't think she has ever cried while she was in it. She could spend hours in it and still be entertained. She loves to watch the lights flash and bat at the toys. It's a toss up who she loves or the stuffed toucan. Sometimes she gets so excited playing she squeals in delight.

The play gym has been a savior on many nights. Sometimes Macy gets fussy and the only thing that will shut her up is if we put her in the play gym. She will go from screaming to smiles in less that 7 seconds.

3. Medela Pump In Style Advance

This has been the one item that has allowed me to breast feed Macy up to this point. I could write a book on my struggles of breast feeding and this pump has been a savior. Macy is a lazy nurser which has caused me to have a low milk supply. I have worked hard over the last few weeks and because of this pump I have been able to eliminate formula in Macy's diet. The pump has also enabled me to go back to work (even if I don't want to be there) and continue breast feeding. I'll admit the motor on the pump is not quiet so it is a bit embarrassing to pump at work. I feel like Elsey the Cow. ::shrug:: Oh well, my mom instinct has kicked in and I put my baby's needs before my image.

There is one other lifesaver that I should mention. Macy's hands. Seriously, I don't know where I would be without those things! They are a gift from God!! I think she spends 3 quarters of her day with her hands in her mouth. The silly girl NEVER wants to take them out of her mouth. Even when it's time to eat. She screams like a lunatic because she can't figure out how to nurse and gnaw on her hands at the same time. Am I a bad mom because I laugh at her when she does this??!