Our New Family – 8 Weeks Have Flown By!

8weeksflownby2So when we were last here, I was on the verge of my induction and giving birth to Baby #3. That was a little over 8 weeks ago. Well, if you follow my on my Facebook page or Instagram (and if you don’t, WHY NOT? Go ahead and follow me here and here), our little lady arrived on the evening of September 16th, and Cassandra Emily made our little family of four, a family of five. We have been smitten since she drew her first breath!

So how are things going? Surprisingly (to me), quite well.  She’s a little over 8 weeks old now and she has just fit right in to our family life pretty easily. We are really blessed that she is such an easy going baby. REALLY blessed. Give her some mommy milk, keep her in a clean diaper, and she is a happy and quiet girl.

We have good days and bad days, but I am not feeling as stressed and overwhelmed as I thought I’d be. Going from 2 to 3 has taken some juggling, but I am managing pretty well. (Wine after bedtime helps on the bad days)  I have to get creative with entertaining the boys while frequently nursing their sister, but we find a way. Speaking of the boys, they are completely in love with little Cassie as well. It totally melts my heart.

So I’m back to the blog with lots of  new posts brewing. The newborn fog is finally wearing off. DVDs, Netflix, and Disney Jr have bought me some time and entertainment for the boys.  Breastfeeding is going is going amazingly this time. And I swear by babywearing. Life is good, and I’m working on enjoying the present as much as possible.

This Baby’s Birthday Has Been Decided

The end is in sight! That’s right, this baby’s eviction notice has been posted, and the induction date has been set for next week. A little earlier than I expected, so I am trying not to freak out, but it certainly will be a relief not to be pregnant anymore.

Get the pleasure of weekly non-stress tests until the end of this pregnancy. Lucky me.

Get the pleasure of weekly non-stress tests until the end of this pregnancy. Lucky me.

In this pregnancy, just like my previous two, I have been “blessed” with Gestational Diabetes again (thank you obesity and genetics!). The GD diagnosis sort-of puts me in the “high risk” pregnancy category. Now say “sort-of” because all of my pregnancies have been relatively uneventful, the blood sugars have stayed relatively in control when I behave on the diet, and babies have remained safe and healthy (and not giant babies which they always warn you). With GD, along with being on the special diet, I get a few extra growth ultrasounds and weekly NSTs in the remaining weeks of pregnancy. And this time, because I had start on insulin a couple weeks ago, I get a few extra visits with the Perinatologist sprinkled in.

So last week, much to my surprise, after my first appointment with Dr. Doom & Gloom (the Perinatologist), midwife wanted to talk induction date. Parts of the baby were looking slightly large on the latest growth ultrasound, though still only 68th percentile. And because I am on insulin during this bout of GD (first time I’ve ever had to do that) they felt more comfortable for me to have this baby between 38 and 39 weeks. So that brings us to next week.

Am I ready? Yes and no.

Yes, I am totally over being pregnant, tired of having to diet, and tired of body being in pain from the waist down all the time. So I can’t wait to just not be pregnant anymore. Not to mention, we finally get to meet this baby and introduce them to our family.

On the other hand, I don’t feel quite ready because my to-do list seems like a mile long, there is always a mess to clean up (thanks to my 2 busy boys), always more de-cluttering to do, and I don’t feel like I’ve quite mentally ready and fully practiced in all of my hypnobabies techniques to get ready for this birth (a whole post for a different day).  Oh, and then there’s the fact that, OMG, I’M ABOUT TO GO FROM BEING A MOM OF 2 TO A MOM OF 3… two of which are under the age of 2! Freaking out just a little bit.

So ready or not, here it comes. By this time next week, we will be snuggling our new baby at home. Thank goodness we will have great support from our families (my awesome mom is coming!) and with their help I should make it through the next few weeks with some sanity.

Nearing the End of Pregnancy Already? Eeek!

32-Weeks-babe3It’s a little hard to believe that I am 32 weeks pregnant already and will have this new baby in my arms in less than 2 months. Since this is most certainly going to be my last pregnancy ever, so I am trying to savor and remember those little baby kicks from the inside, the endless little hiccups, and the jabs at the bladder. It’s lovely, it’s tender, but I’m glad we are almost over. In fact, I think I was “over it” starting a few weeks ago (though not ready for this baby to be here quite yet).

Last time I talked here about pregnancy, I was whining about what seemed like the never ending woes of first trimester. I was not feeling the “pregnancy is awesome” thing like I did with my first son (my 2nd was not as pleasant, but better than this 3rd time around by comparison). It sucked. I whined about it here (and at home). Then I got to the 2nd trimester turning point and was feeling much better. I started getting back into that “pregnancy is awesome” groove and I was feeling pretty great. Though I never did get that energy back that you are supposed to get since I’ve pretty much remained exhausted much of the time (despite son #2 FINALLY starting to sleep through the whole night). But other than that, feeling good, and baby has been doing great.

It was only a few weeks ago when someone was asking me how I was doing/feeling, and I replied that I was “Feeling great! I don’t seem to have all those aches and pains and woes that I remember from the last time…” Then maybe a week later, boom. The typical third trimester woes started kicking in. Sciatica and back pain? Check. Hip pain? Check. Impossible to get comfortable in bed and so the inevitable insomnia? Check. Choking on my stomach acid in the middle of the night? Check. Impossibly hot all the time? Check. Yay pregnancy! Yay me! Are we done yet? I’m sure the couple heat waves we have had back to back this summer haven’t helped.

So that is where I am at. I am very fortunate in that baby has been looking healthy, looking great. Despite the Gestational Diabetes and my super intense cravings for sweets and all things sugary (to which I occasionally give in), baby is measuring on track and does not appear to be giant sized (yet). Now the important thing we need to do is decide on a name. The conversation comes up occasionally with an “oh yeah, we better decide on a name…” and then we don’t get much farther than that. Don’t worry, this poor baby will not be nameless. We eventually will come up with one we both agree on. (Yes we know the gender. No I’m not sharing it here. But ask me privately and I’ll tell you)

For now, just counting down the weeks and days until I am no longer pregnant. Looking forward to September.


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He’s One Year Old!

The year passed by in the blink of an eye. Seems like his birth was just yesterday. Now he is one year old and amazing us with his abilities every day.

My baby is now officially a toddler.

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Happy Birthday Little Man! We love you so much!

So, This is Happening…

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Surprise!  There’s a baby in there!

As the above picture shows, a pleasant surprise and new blessing is on the way in our household. In late September, will are expecting our third (and last) baby. This ultrasound was from last week, where we saw our tiny little bean with the heart beating away. So things are looking good so far.

We told our families on valentines (go on below to see the video), and of course we told the boys. Well, Nathan is obviously not old enough to understand, so we told Joey. Joey’s reaction at first was a little upset, and he asked “Well, what about Natey?!?” As if we were going to replace him. Once we reassured him that Nathan was not going anywhere, he started taking to the idea. So Joey is excited about his new little brother or little sister on the way. I ask him which he prefers, and it changes daily. Sometimes sister, sometimes another brother.

So yep. This is happening. Baby #3 is on its way.

7 Months Old – I Blinked And It’s October

My little guy turned 7 months old just a few weeks ago. March 1st seems like yesterday and suddenly my Nathan is 7 months old! He’s the second baby, so it all seems to go much faster this time around. And he also seems to be growing and hitting milestones at a faster pace than his older brother. He amazes us every day.

A few milestones:

We have teeth! Just before his 7 month birthday his bottom two teeth arrived and boy did he let us know. It shocked the hell out of me when I first saw them since I wasn’t expecting them this early (his older brother didn’t have any teeth until his 1st birthday). Within this past week, his top teeth just started popping through. He has not been the happiest guy lately obviously because of it. Teething sucks.

On the mobility front, he crawls and cruises! Nathan started the army crawl back at 5 1/2 months and there has been no stopping him since. This week he has mastered the “normal” crawl on all fours. And now, he’s pulling himself up on EVERYTHING and cruising! At 7 months?? I was not quite ready for it this early. He will be walking by Christmas. Lord help me.

Nathan is my emotional little man where he seems exist one one of two extremes, super happy and super pissed off.  When he is happy, he has the brightest smile and the loudest, cutest belly laugh.  He loves to be tickled, to crawl around cruise and play with his favorite person in the world, his big brother. He laughs and smiles all the while. But oh the woe when he is unhappy. When he screams cries, it is is with force and volume. He is a sensitive little one. Bump his head with as much as a feather, and oh the drama! And don’t you dare take away from him that cool trinket he is not supposed to have (you know, tiny little choking hazards big brother seems to leave everywhere). And don’t, by any means, put him down to sleep. Just don’t even think about it.

Likes:

  • Oatmeal mixed with bananas, apples, pears, or any other fruit
  • Sweet potatoes
  • His big brother
  • Toy laptop that plays music
  • Remote controls and phones to play with
  • Chewing on fingers
  • Standing up

Dislikes:

  • Sleeping in crib
  • Napping for more than 20 minutes
  • Sleeping alone
  • Falling down
  • Being penned-in in the crib pack ‘n play or “baby jail”
  • Teething

Desperatley Seeking A Nap

I’m desperate for a nap. Not for myself. (ME getting a nap? puuleeze!)

He is just 7 months old now and is just not a good sleeper in general. Bedtime is one thing. He does not go down at night by himself and I’m cosleeping at the moment so we all can at least get some rest at night (self preservation). But during the day, Right now, I would give anything for him to nap. By himself. More than the 10-20 minute stretches he seems to give me. And usually that is while either being held or being worn. This is just some of the “high needs” traits he possesses.

When I say desperate, I mean that I’d gotten to the point the other day of having to put my baby down (screaming of course) and walk away until I could compose myself after bawling my eyes out. I NEED him to nap. For many reasons.

People in my life say they wonder how I get anything done. I wonder the same thing myself. I would give ANYTHING for at least 45 minutes of nap time for him. Please.

I Have a High Maintenance Baby?

Can I have a dozen of these pacifiers please? Oh wait. Nevermind.

My lovely second child is such a sweet and cuddly baby. But he is a cuddly baby that is not easily soothed it seems, except by mommy. For these first few months of his life, I thought nothing of it. He is with me all the time. We are still nursing. No big deal. That is, until he is watched by someone else when I have an appointment to go to or a rare date night with the husband. Mommy seems to be his favorite pacifier, and the only person who he will lay down and sleep with.

Two weeks ago, I thought we had finally found a pacifier that he would take (other than mommy), and willingly. I have no idea where this one came from and I only had the one. (I researched online and found out it is a Tommee Tippee brand) So then I am like, “quick, let’s go out and find them and buy a dozen!” I was about to do a new post about the wonders of this little pacifier. Thank goodness I didn’t. A few days after I went out and bought a few more of them to keep on hand, he acted as if I was trying to put acid in his mouth with this pacifier. Scratch that.

So now I guess I have a “high maintenance” baby, or so I have been told. I’m on the fence though. Sure, he has days that he just wants to be held all the time. And some days he does not want to sleep unless he is being held. But I have found ways to manage here at home. I can usually get him to sleep in his swing or bouncy, but I know our days are numbered with those since he is growing fast. But I cannot seem to get him to sleep in his crib or bassinet or any other flat surface. And sleeping at night by himself (meaning, without cosleeping)? Forget about it.

Part of me wonders if some of this is really a problem though? He is just now only 5 months old. I am still nursing him, albiet part-time, but I have made it much longer with this baby than I did with my first son. He likes nursing for comfort at times and I let him. I never considered myself a full-on “attachment parent”. Cosleeping wasn’t my ideal plan at first, but my god, without it I would get zero hours of sleep at night. He likes to be held a lot, and to compensate and allow me to get anything done, I wear him in my wrap or Ergo carrier. I just do what I can. But because no one else can seem to figure out how to soothe him, does that make him a high maintenance baby? Or just a normal baby who prefers mommy?

I do want the sleep thing to change. I am hoping that he will possibly grow out of some of this. But sometimes I am made to feel that I am doing something wrong. It’s the tsk tsk or disapproving looks I get about cosleeping. The frustration I hear from others who can’t seem to calm my baby and get him to sleep without me.

Oh well. I will keep trying in vain to get him to take that damn pacifier again. He liked it one day, maybe he’ll like it again.