More About the World’s Cutest Baby

-I’ve been saying for forever (months?) that I need to work on putting her down at night so that Christopher and I can have some time alone together (currently I get her to sleep, then hold her until he comes to bed at which time I go pump/have my me time). But I kept putting it off. She would have a bad night and I’d convince myself I don’t want to mess with it right now. Or my anxiety would be up and I needed the cuddles for my sake, even if she didn’t. Or I’d just forget and stick with the usual out of habit. But the last few days she’s gotten where she doesn’t seem to want to be cuddled after a little while. She’d get unsettled and wiggle until she was sprawled across my lap with her arms flung out instead of tucked up close like she prefers for naps. Maybe she’s just getting hot (since she wears a sleep sack at night but not for naps), but I put her down the last two nights and she’s been totally content to stay asleep. Maybe it would have worked out fine if I’d actually tried to do it sooner, but I feel really good about having waited until it seems like it’s what she wants/needs, instead of pushing her to sleep “alone” (I’m still sitting a foot away, just not touching her) before she was ready. Now it’s a matter of getting comfortable walking away. Not sure how that will go, since we don’t have a monitor and I hate to risk not hearing her and her getting wide awake with no warning. But we’ll see. For now at least I can go pee if I need to while I’m waiting for Christopher to go to bed and take over baby duties!

 

-We totally redid the layout of her room. One of her “dressers” has actual baskets (not canvas bins like the changing table and other dresser thing), and bits were breaking off when she messed with them, which seemed dangerous. Initially I looked into replacing the baskets, but we decided instead to move it into the closet. We wound up moving every single piece of furniture in her room! We want to get a couple more things, but overall I’m really happy with the changes. I’m working on reorganizing, since we still have things in drawers like swaddling blankets that we haven’t needed in months. And then there’s the humidifier, which is super cute (shaped like an owl), but we live in TN! It’s super freaking humid here. Why do we have a humidifier?! Pretty sure I got a little crazy with the scanner when we were doing our registry. 😄

 

Anyway, I’m really happy with her room now. It’s closer to a Montessori feel, where she can get to her own things instead of having them hidden away where she’s dependent on us. I sorted her toys into three sets, and I’m going to rotate them weekly. (If one is getting a ton of play still, I won’t pull it, but mostly they’ll get rotated.) I put each set in a bin, and will have the current one always on the bottom (see picture below) where she can pull what she wants. I also put a few books on the bottom (currently the Alice in Wonderland, Dracula, and A Christmas Carol from her Aunt Jes!), along with her rainbow blanket from Aunt Margie (I think she’ll like the colors and texture), and a puzzle from Aunt Casey (she’s too young to get the puzzle aspect but she likes it). And she can reach the rest of the books in the upper section when she starts pulling up, which should be soon. (She has more books in the closet, but these are the ones that are most age appropriate.) We just need to do something about the fact that the whole thing is backless so she can reach through to get to the lamp cords. So far she hasn’t noticed (and I’m pretty sure she can’t actually reach), but that could change at any time!

 

Ultimately I also want something like this (see picture) for her clothes. We were looking at a tall chest of drawers but I don’t want her to not be able to get things in and out herself. She may need a stool for this (or she may not, she’s so tall), but she’ll be able to pick out her own clothes. The closet can be for storage and non-everyday clothes. (I’m all for letting her wear what she wants, but if we buy her an expensive fancy outfit for special, I don’t want her wearing it to dig in the dirt. So until she’s old enough to really understand that, only play clothes will be easily accessible.) Now I just need to put some thought into getting her a section of cabinet cleaned out in the kitchen for her stuff, and getting her a learning tower (and maybe a small table and chair when she’s ready), and her independent setup will be good!


 -Just realized something that probably should have been obvious a long time ago. I’ve been tired from the fact that she still doesn’t sleep through the night, but not THAT tired. Not crazy exhausted zombie tired. The thing is, I’m not really waking up any more than I’m used to anyway! I have a TINY bladder, so waking up to pee multiple times per night is my normal. Add that I was pregnant most of the two years prior to her being born, which meant even more wake ups to pee, and waking up frequently is just not a big deal to me. I’m not saying it’s exactly the same, since clearly peeing is a lot faster than feeding a baby, but since we cosleep it’s pretty quick. Wake up, pop bottle in her mouth, hold it till she’s done, then she rolls over (onto Christopher) and goes back to sleep, so I do the same. This past week or two she’s been having way more dramatic wake ups (crying, not going back to sleep, etc- I think it’s a combo of teething and the 9 month sleep regression), and I’ve been WAY more tired. Now that makes more sense to me! Yay! (Now go back to sleeping well, please!) (Update: I slept in the other room last night so Christopher could do wake ups, and she slept 12 hours with only 2 wake ups! Hoping this means she’s back to normal!)
-Speaking of teething, she had 3 teeth break through last weekend! Eek! That had to have been painful. I feel guilty because we had NO idea there was one coming through on the bottom until my mom noticed it was already through! I mean, she was getting Tylenol for the top two that we knew about, but how could I have not noticed that?! She’s turning into a chompy little crocodile. Don’t let her get your finger in her mouth- you’ll regret it!


 -Do you ever get used to the intensity of the feelings that come with parenting I wonder? Like omg she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen and I just want to squeeze her so much I can’t stand it. Does that ever not seem a little weird?

 

-I’ve been taking to my cousin about it, and the more I think about it, the more I think I’d be in Hufflepuff. I’ve always said Ravenclaw (well, except in high school when I was pro-Slytherin, which has to be the lamest way to be a rebellious teenager ever), but now I feel like Ravenclaw is where I would have wanted to be, but I’d have really belonged in Hufflepuff and (assuming the Sorting Hat had the sense not to listen to me) I would have ultimately been glad to have wound up there. I grew up being “the smart one,” and I let myself tie too much of my identity/pride to that label. So I went to a magnet high school, took AP classes, took too many hours in (my one year of) college, etc. None of which ended well, because I got in over my head. Ultimately, I think I’d rather be part of the house that values loyalty and patience and true virtues, than one that just focuses on being smart.


 

-I’ve found I keep thinking of Lily as more of a toddler than a baby lately. Officially she’s definitely not a toddler- she’s only 10 months (8.5 adjusted), and she’s not even crawling. But somehow she just doesn’t seem so babyish. She just seems more.. intentional? I don’t know how to explain it. But it seems like there’s been some kind of shift and she’s more of an assertive, opinionated little person, even though she can’t even talk.

 

-I was wondering *today* if I should be worried about her lack of interest in eating any significant amount of solids, since she’s supposed to get to where she’s getting the bulk of her calories from it in a few months. (Another reason I’m angry about breastfeeding not working out. I planned to nurse well past a year, so I would always have felt good knowing she was at least getting that if she didn’t eat a lot. Still working on not feeling a lot of anger about that.) Then tonight we went to Cracker Barrel for dinner (yum), and she ate like a little piggy. She didn’t care for cornbread, interestingly. She spit that right out twice (so not an accident most likely). But she ate hashbrown casserole, green beans, pinto beans, chicken, and some biscuit. Not a ton of any of them, but significantly more than she’s eaten at a sitting before. Apparently she really prefers what we’re eating (or at least to eat at the same time as us). So I guess it’s time to implement family dinners! Though I need to clean the dining room, eek. I’ve made a mess of it with working on her birthday stuff and cookies.



 -I wonder if she’ll be upset when she finds out one of the songs I sing her to sleep with is about dying, not going to sleep. “Into the West,” by Annie Lenox, from Return of the King. The lyrics make a great lullaby (“lay down your sweet and weary head/ night is falling/ you have come to journey’s end/ sleep now/ and dream of the ones who came before/… why do you weep… soon you will see/ all of your fears will pass away/ and you’ll be here in my arms/ just sleeping” and on). But it’s not about sleeping. I wasn’t super thrilled as a kid to find out Eidelweiss is about a flower (what did I think it was about? Or what did I want it to be about? I’m talking about my own self and I’m still confused), and flowers are cheery. Oh well. Hopefully she’ll understand the intention behind it.

 -Our hot water heater went out the other day. Christopher had someone here replacing it in less than 24 hours, woohoo. And the expense sucks, especially since we just did a LOT on the yard that wasn’t cheap, but dude. The new one is SO much better. Took the loveliest bath tonight in our big master bath garden tub. I’ve never been able to before because the water would be cold before it got full. I’m so happy. 

 

-She’s started making this little pugnacious bulldog face and it’s hilarious. She looks so angry! She’s grinding her teeth (not unusual at all), which I don’t love (hate that sound!), but it’s stinking cute!


Cute baby!!

She’s hard on the mat lately!



Took her to the Aquarium (restaurant) to see the fishes!



She’s still not too sure about grass



Measuring cups are her most favorite


Took her to the park to swing. She could not have cared less. 😆

Middle of the Night Lessons

So last night was interesting. I got to bed late, because I was finishing up a cookie set (a mermaid baby shower set- not my best work because I just didn’t have time to have the level of detail I’d have liked (it needs more colors), but I’m pleased enough). I passed out, aaaand the baby woke up. And she was *awake* awake, not at all interested in going back to sleep, even after some milk. And I was just SO frustrated. I didn’t get my night to sleep with no wake ups this weekend, and I’d gotten to bed late a couple days in a row, and she’s been waking up way more (9 month sleep regression and/or because she cut three teeth at once), and I was just so damn tired. I was getting more and more frustrated and angry. I knew rationally it wasn’t her fault but I was so overwhelmed.  

By this point she was crying (overtired and unable to go back to sleep isn’t fun for anyone), so Christopher took her to rock her in the living room for a bit. I stayed in bed for a few minutes and just had a good quick cry. I was so exhausted and angry and guilty that I was angry and guilty that Christopher was being kept up even though he had to be up in a couple hours for work (whereas I get to sleep relatively late since the baby isn’t a morning person either). I was just over it. 

 

But after a few minutes I was able to relax and make that shift from “omg go the f*** to sleep” to “my baby is tired and she needs my help calming down.” I went and got her from Christopher, and sent him to sleep in the other room so he could get some rest. And I got us all settled in and cuddled her up close and she calmed down and I sang her lullabies, and after 15-20 minutes she was sound asleep. I laid her down next to me, cuddled up against her, and we both slept well the rest of the night. 

 

It was such a good reminder of how important it is to step away sometimes and give myself a chance to reset. I read articles recommending it when your toddler is being especially trying, but babies can be frustrating as hell. Sometimes we just need a minute to calm down and let the adrenaline settle before approaching the situation from a better place. 

 

Also? I wasn’t able to go straight back to sleep once she was out. I was wide awake and it took some time for me to settle back to sleep. Why should I expect my 10 month old, who hasn’t learned how to settle herself properly, to just instantly fall back asleep when she’s been woken up in the middle of the night (I think it was gas btw, and that can really hurt!), when I can’t even do it myself? I’ve had 30 years to learn how to best get myself relaxed enough to sleep, and I still don’t fall asleep instantly (Christopher does, but he’s a weirdo). Of course it takes her a little while. Someday she won’t need me in the middle of the night anymore (if we could get there sooner than later that’d be great!), but for now my baby needs me and I’m going to be here for her. And take a lot of naps.

9mo and Growing Like a Weed!

-Found a way she enjoys purées (since we still have quite a few)! Thin it down with some milk or formula, and let her drink it from her glass! (Which is a nice sturdy shot glass.) She loves it! We still need to work on not turning it over to chew on the bottom, but I’m happy that this is a more fun way for her to practice with a glass than just using water. 

  

  

-It’s fascinating watching her new skills develop! She’s been really working hard on holding more than one thing in one hand. Sometimes she’ll deliberately pick up two things with one hand, sometimes she’ll have one in each and transfer one over. Mostly she does it with her binkies, but she’s done it some with other objects that are small enough she can get her hand around them. It’s particularly amusing when we put a binkie in one of our mouths (which she thinks is hilarious), and she reaches for it with a hand that’s already holding one. 😆

 

-Also, on the skill front- earlier when we got home from target (looking for 12mo sleepers, because she’s getting too tall for the 9mo!) we left the diaper bag on the floor in the kitchen. She spotted it from across the room, rolled over to it (still not crawling, since rolling is so efficient for her!), pulled the empty bottle from the side pocket, and put it in her mouth. (And got frustrated that it was empty.) This from the kid that was barely holding her own bottles a few weeks ago!

 

-This whole sleeping all over Daddy thing is having some unexpected benefits. Last night was my night to sleep in the other room so that he could do wake ups, and she slept better than she ever has for him. She still woke up the usual number of times, but she went right back to sleep. In the past he’s had trouble with her staying awake for extended periods in the middle of the night. And then tonight when he came to bed the dogs started barking and woke her up. She seemed wide awake, and I was sure she’d be up for a while, but as soon as he laid down and pulled her close, she closed her eyes and went to sleep! I’m not gonna say it doesn’t make me a little jealous, but mostly it’s so sweet! When I came to bed the other night she had turned horizontal, and he had his arm out so that she was laying up against it, and they were sleeping forehead to forehead at right angles. So adorable.

 

-Parenting is weird (or maybe I am). My sleeve smells like the baby’s sweat (she has the sweatiest dang head) and it makes me smile. If it were Christopher’s sweat I’d be totally grossed out!

 

-I love when she’s fighting to wake up and one or more limbs are waving in the air, then she falls back asleep and they just drop. Bonus points when she’s holding something (usually a binkie) and drops it.

  

  

-I’ve found that at different times, different things about the Lils will catch my attention and just seem unbearably cute. At one point it was the spot where her nose and cheeks meet. (It’s chubby, like her cheeks are so chubby that it melts over into her nose!) For a long time it was under her chin, where it’s so soft and kissable. And her chunky thighs! But lately it’s been her hands. She’s working so hard to learn to use them well (she’s almost managed the pincer grip properly!); they’re moving more and more like big girl hands every day. But they’re still fat little baby hands. The contrast is fascinating and adorable.

  

 

-I’ve been reading a lot about unschooling and project based learning (which I LOVE, and which can still be applicable even if she goes to school), and one thing that’s really big is leaving out “invitations to learn.” Things like, if your kid is into bugs right now, set out a jar, magnifying glass, book about bugs, and maybe a journal or sketchbook on a shelf. Don’t draw attention to it, just let them find it and if they’re interested they’ll run with it. I was thinking that seems intimidating, how do I come up with good ideas to set out? But I realized, I already do it without thinking about it. I don’t put all of her toys out every day. I set out the ones I think will suit what she’s interested in right now. And I put them together in various ways to keep her challenged and interested. Like I put a bunch of blocks in an empty tissue box today. Nothing big, just opportunities for her to keep stretching her abilities, with no pressure from me to do anything in particular if she’s not interested. 

 

-Arg. She won’t keep doing the cute thing once I get the camera out! She can’t pick up the phone I gave her (my old one, no power or anything) off the hardwood and she REALLY wants to put it in her mouth, so she keeps just reaching with her mouth. And stopping as soon as I try to get a picture, no matter how quick and discrete I am.

 

-I’ve been doing surprisingly well with not being sad about my baby growing up so fast. She won’t be a baby much longer! Mostly I’m really excited for what’s to come. I’ve been reading a lot of homeschooling blogs and there are so many fun things we can do (even if she winds up in school)! But I happened to look through the family photos we had done when she was three months today, and oooh it made me sad. I love love love watching her grow and change, but she’s not my itty anymore!

 

-Speaking of not my itty, little miss tall and skinny had a doctor appointment today. She’s 65th percentile for weight, and 95th for height! That’s based on birth age. Adjusted age I think she’d be off the chart for height. 😄 It’s so weird because Christopher and I are almost exactly average, but we both have some very tall family members. Guess she got their genes! The doctor even commented that she’s gonna be tall. Family photos with my dad are going to be hilarious. Already all of them (my dad, stepmom, 16yo sister, and 14yo brother) tower over both of us. Someday she might too!

 

-She’s started shaking her head back when we shake ours at her! I’m honestly not sure if she learned it or we did; she’s been shaking her head occasionally for a while, but I don’t think any of us have tried to get her to do it in response to us. It’s so stinking cute!

 

-It’s funny how unpredictable babies are in what they love. She has this one Pooh book from her aunt, and she LOVES it. It’s not sparkly, or interestingly textured, or anything else that you’d think would make it stand out to her (it is personalized, which I think she’ll love when she’s bigger, but she neither knows nor cares about that at this point), but she has loved it since the first time she saw it. It got put away (during cleaning) and didn’t get pulled back out for a bit, and the instant she saw it again she went right for it. Best book ever, apparently!

  

 
Random picture time!

  
  
  
  
   
 
  
  
  
  
  

March of Dimes

The March of Dimes March for Babies is rapidly approaching! We got off to a late start fundraising (funny how a 9 month old will do that), but we’re still hoping to be able to raise a bit! Last year we were walking for River, who would have been born at 34 weeks and spent a long time in the NICU if she had survived. This year it’s doubly special to us, because Lily was a preemie. Thankfully she only needed 15 days in the NICU and has always been very healthy. But having seen as much as we have, it’s very important to us to continue to work to help end prematurity and help families who are going through it. Thanks in advance to anyone who donates, walks with us, or just shares our page!
https://www.marchforbabies.org/Fundraising/Personal?personId=6448214&participantId=8042335&user=LizAndChris&f=fb&bt=15#.VwxnyefONo4.facebook

  

Growing fast!

-I take back what I said about hating the baby belly sleeping. She puked (all over me) big time tonight right before bed. Copious amounts, repeatedly. So I’m happy she isn’t sleeping on her back right now, because at least if it happens again she isn’t likely to choke. Hoping it was just a fluke anyway, and there won’t be any repeats, but we’ll see. I was complaining of not feeling well not half an hour beforehand, and she’s running a slight fever, so it could be a bug. Really hope not! (Update- She never showed any further signs of not feeling well, so I guess it was nothing!)

 

This is just when I briefly set her down during a nap, but look how sweet

 
 

-I’m just gonna say that puking all over me was not one of Lily’s firsts that I was looking forward to, inevitable as it was. Here’s hoping the second time is a long ways off.

 

-She found her hair in the last week or two. She normally rubs her eyes while she’s drinking her bottle when she’s really sleepy, but lately she’s been messing with her hair. It’s finally long enough (on the sides) for her to get a little grip on it!

 

-Reading about women going to prison for abortions makes me literally sick to my stomach. Sometimes I hate being aware of the news. But sticking my head in the sand won’t help.

 

-In the last few weeks the baby has discovered her feet. Not as something she can stick in her mouth; she’s been doing that for forever. But now she’s aware that they can do stuff. It started out with kicking things, apparently to enjoy the noise. Lately she’s been trying to use them to hold things, like her bottle, and the other day she actually picked something up with them. Pretty sure it wasn’t entirely intentional, but she was pleased about it!

  

 
  
 

-Baby sneeze farts will never not be funny.

 

-I got so lucky with this kid. She’s not a spectacular night sleeper, but other than that she’s so easy. She normally isn’t up till 9-ish and has a 2-3 hour nap in the morning/midday. Today she was up at 7 and by 3 had had only one 30 minute nap, but she was still happy. Super sleepy, and she literally fell asleep in less than 10 seconds when we settled for her nap, but she didn’t cry or anything. She cries maybe an average of 3-5 minutes per day. Maybe a lot less. I’m grateful, but if we do have another I really hope they’re as easy.

Happiest dang baby

-We haven’t really been brushing her teeth like we meant to. Whoops. I put a reminder in my phone today, so we should be able to remember to incorporate it into our routine more! She loves it.

  

 
  

  

-For some reason lately Lily has decided that she doesn’t want to sleep unless she’s laying all up on Christopher. It’s adorable, though he says it’s annoying (but I’m pretty sure he likes feeling all loved and stuff). Usually I come to bed to find him sleeping on his side facing her, and her laying on her back half on top of his arm with her arm flung across his neck/face. Love it! Plus it actually is helping me get more sleep. She’s far enough away that every little twitch doesn’t wake me up. And I think the daddy cuddles are good since he’s at work all day so they don’t get as much time together.

 

-I think I’m going to have to go back to more baby led solids after all. The choking thing freaks me out, but she’s started losing interest in purées. She’s super excited when we give her a bite of our food, but zero interest in baby food most of the time. Even pouches, which she can sort of do herself, aren’t interesting her. I made her some more little pancakes yesterday (just an egg and a banana mashed together and cooked), and she was so happy. Back to “real” solids it is!

 

  

 

And some extra pictures cause she’s too cute not to share! 

 

Darth Vader and a tutu, best outfit ever


 

The one exception to my no light up toys rule- my dalek


 

Vacuums are for eating, right?

  

I let her see the clippers when I finished with her nails, and it was SO EXCITING

  
  
 

She loves the mirror!


 

Still obsessed with going under the chair

 
   

 

Tennessee Stories Project 

Here’s the link for the Tennessee Stories Project! It’s a site for women to share their experiences with abortion. My story is one of many being shared there, and I hope to see more added with time! I’ve started to read through, and I love it so far. Some of the stories are heartbreaking, much like ours, but it’s wonderful to feel like we’re not alone.  

The idea behind the site is to work on reducing the stigma surrounding abortion. It’s very common to see women avoiding the word abortion even when speaking out about their experiences. I’ve used “termination” far more often myself. Abortion just has such negative connotations, especially having grown up religious. But avoiding it just contributes to the problem. I’ll be using the term abortion going forward. Hopefully this site will help with normalizing abortion further. In particular I hope it helps women who are seeking an abortion to feel like it really is okay, and not something shameful that they need to hide. 

 

I’m also hoping, as I’ve mentioned, to do more going forward to fight the anti-choice politics we’re seeing more and more of. Unfortunately I’m afraid that may require some public speaking, but if that’s what I need to do, I will. Fingers crossed that I can find a good way to be involved! And those of you who support me, please share this site far and wide. It’s very appreciated.

  

 tnstories.org

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-In the last day she’s discovered how to make a deliberate little smacking kissy noise. She likes to do it back and forth, and it’s freaking adorable.

 

-Last year for our anniversary Christopher and I went to Gatlinburg. It was just the two of us (well, and unborn Lily, but she didn’t need much attention then!), and it was so relaxing. We rented a beautiful cabin, and just had fun for a week. We played putt-putt, had delicious food, watched movies, got pedicures, went to the aquarium, walked around the shops, got massages out on the porch of the cabin (it was raining (porch was covered) and it was so peaceful!), and just generally did what we wanted. I was thinking about that this week, with our anniversary coming up again soon, and at first I was kind of sad. I miss that freedom to do whatever, and to spend so much time with Christopher uninterrupted. But then I got to thinking how excited I am to take Lily to Gatlinburg when she gets a little bigger. She’s going to love the aquarium and the go karts and the ten zillion awesome candy shops and all of it! And she’s not going to be this dependent forever. We’ll go on relaxing, child free vacations again, and it will be relatively soon in the long run. So I’m just going to keep looking forward to the fun stuff, and enjoying the baby cuddles, and quit worrying about the fact that we have to spend a few of our years together without the free time that we might prefer.

 

-On a tangentially related note, Christopher and I met when we were 19. We’re now 30. We’ve spent over a third of our lives together! (And we met Jo at the same time, so we’ve all three been friends for over a third of our lives!)

 

-Arg. I HATE when the baby rolls on her stomach to sleep. I’ve had Back to Sleep repeated to me so many times it’s just ingrained. I know once she’s old enough to roll easily it’s not a big deal, but I worry too much as it is; I don’t need this too! And the ridiculous part is that before I had her I swore up down and sideways I would let my baby(ies) belly sleep from day one if that’s what they preferred. I wasn’t going to let paranoia keep them from sleeping! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. I will wake her up every 5 minutes myself if that’s what I need to do to be sure she’s as safe as she can possibly be. 

 

-When I was pregnant with Lily, it was always a little scary. There was this undercurrent of fear, what if something goes wrong again? I was a nervous wreck before every ultrasound, terrified that this time they would get quiet, and call for a doctor, and it would be bad news again. It never happened; every ultrasound ended with good news, and a still-healthy baby growing strong. But the whole time part of me was looking forward to her being born, because once she was here it wouldn’t be so scary. Even after she was born premature, I was relieved because she was here and she was healthy, and no more worrying about pregnancy going wrong again! But I forgot one little thing. My biggest fear was that she’d develop a hydrocephalus. And as scary as ultrasounds were, they meant that every few weeks I got to see inside her head and be sure that her brain was developing normally. And now she’s here and, oh wait, hydrocephalus can develop at ANY time in life, and hey, I don’t get to see inside her head anymore! Crap. I mostly don’t give it much thought, but every so often I look at her and her head seems awfully big (hello, she’s a baby, babies have big heads!) and feel a moment of panic. And I get a little bit more nervous about upcoming doctor appointments, when they’ll measure her head and be sure it’s growing normally. I dreaded every one, because they were so nerve wracking, but turns out, I really miss ultrasounds.

 

-I was thinking today about River some. And I realized something. We could have had River and still had Lily. It would have been ridiculously hard, to have two under one with one being severely disabled. But based on timing it physically would have been possible. If we had, River would be coming up on two. Except that developmentally, Lily (now nine months old) would have long since left her behind. River was never going to progress beyond early infancy. All these skills that Lily is picking up, all the rolling and the “talking” and learning to anticipate, River would never have done those things. It’s a strange thought. 

 

-OH MY GOD MY COUSIN JUST YANKED HER SLEEPING FOUR MONTH OLD OUT OF BED BECAUSE A SCORPION WAS CRAWLING RIGHT UP TO HER!!!! Pardon me while I never sleep again even though we live a thousand miles away and there are no scorpions here. I’m just going to hide gibbering in the corner.

 

-99% sure her top teeth are trying to come in! Eek! She’s gonna look even cuter! I hope they come through soon though. Cutting teeth is no fun.

 

-My husband doesn’t understand me at all. 😩 I’m going to a press conference tomorrow to announce Planned Parenthood of Middle and Eastern Tennessee’s new website. My abortion story with River will be part of it. I told Christopher I’m nervous about it, and he didn’t get it. He was just all, but you’re not speaking, you’re just standing there. Hello! I don’t know where to park and I don’t know anyone there and I have to be social at least some and there will be cameras what if I slouch and what if I’m wearing Lily wrong and everyone judges me and what if she has a blowout in front of the cameras and what if people talk to me I say something stupid and what if there are mean people protesting and and and!!! 😳 I know I’ll be glad I went, but I’m so anxious I may explode. At least I have people who get me to talk to. This is what I get for marrying someone with no social anxiety. Usually it’s nice, occasionally frustrating.

 

-We survived the press conference! Lily was SUPER tired by the end, but we made it all the way home without a meltdown! I got up at 7, and she was awake too. She normally doesn’t get up till 10, but I cuddle her for the stretch between Christopher leaving and her actually getting up, so with me not in bed there was no chance of her staying asleep. And I tried for a nap after I pumped but it just hadn’t been long enough since she got up before we had to leave. But even though she was tired, she didn’t fuss or cause any issues! She seemed to genuinely enjoy being out and about. And it was windy, so walking to/from the car she was basically in heaven. She loves the wind like her momma! And I got through it fine too. I was nervous about figuring out where to go, but I had enough time that even with getting a little turned around I was able to find it and be there on time. I got to meet some really nice people, and they all loved Lily. The only real hiccup was that she had a blowout diaper, but it wasn’t until we got back to the car so I’m counting that as a win. I’m really glad I went, and can’t wait to do more with PP going forward!

 

-Oh, Easter! Totally forgot! We (my mom and I) took her to see the Easter bunny. Christopher was out of town and he said he didn’t care if we went without him (Easter has never been a huge deal in his life). We went to Bass Pro since they do a free 4×6 and you can take your own pictures. I think the one I got on my phone (see below) was the best. Very Lily- totally calm, but very curious. She did look a little uncertain about me backing away after handing her off, but she didn’t get upset! She got two Easter baskets- one from my mom, and one from us (plus her $2 bill from Papa Ray 😊). She’s too young to care that much, but she seemed happy! 

  

 
 

  
 

  
 

And some more pictures since none of them really fit what I wrote about.

 

  
 

  
 

 

SO close to crawling!

 
 

 

I can’t let her play with the curtains, but look at that face!


 

Nobody wakes up happier!

 

   

Happier Post

-Why are babies consistently drawn to the things that they should NOT be playing with? Totally safe and designed specifically to be fun toys? Meh. The pointiest cornered book in the room? Getting warmer. Strings that could easily strangle them? Fun times! Power cords/cables? Best toys ever! Filthy shoes? Clearly they should be chewed on as god intended. 

 

-Baby girl loves her some airplanes! I love living near the airport, since planes have always made me happy. Now she’s started really watching them too! She hears them and starts looking, and seems like she might be starting to understand what I’m doing when I point at them for her. We have to hang out more in the front yard now, because there are too many trees in the back and she seems frustrated that she can hear the planes but not see them. Also, we might be taking her to the air show in June! I read something recently about people (spectators) being killed in crashes at air shows, so it kind of scares me, but I know it’s SO unlikely and she’d love it. Hoping we can make it happen!

 

-Rationally you know to expect babies to grow up super fast. But make it slow down! It’s making me sad. It’s funny because during her nap earlier I was thinking about taking her to the zoo and how excited I am to do things with her as she gets bigger. But I just read an article about the whole “there’s only 936 weeks till your kid is 18” thing, and it made me so sad. Can’t she stay my itty forever? 

 

On a related note, I read something that helped me to feel better that she won’t outgrow how I feel about her now. As in, part of me worried that when she got bigger and grosser (toddlers are a mess!) and less adorable, I just wouldn’t feel the same. Certainly teenagers don’t evoke the same feelings in strangers as do babies. But I read the article on that and I realized that that probably won’t happen and I felt better. Except then I realized, she won’t outgrow how I feel about her, but she is going to outgrow how she feels about me. Which on the one hand is a good thing. Having someone continue to have this level of need and dependency for the rest of my life would be exhausting. And I know that this relationship won’t go away, it will just change. I really think seeing how it changes will be pretty cool, actually. My mom and I are still very close, and certainly not in the same way we were 30 years ago. But still. She may always be my baby, but she won’t always be my *baby*. And I mourn that even as I appreciate how much loveliness there is to come. It reminds me of the Harry Potter quote, from the very end (spoiler alert, I guess? Though seriously, they’ve been out for years) when his son is on his way to Hogwarts for the first time, “Harry kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him…” It’s a happy thing as well as a sad one, and I guess that’s just how it is.

  

-She won’t really sleep properly for anyone but me. This is simultaneously rather gratifying and really frustrating. It’s sweet to feel needed, but one of the silver linings to the not nursing was supposed to be that she isn’t dependent on me to nurse to sleep. Gah.

  

 
  

 
-She is so freaking determined not to put up with the fact that she can’t keep rolling when she comes up against a wall/furniture! She had her first good smack on the head today from trying to keep rolling when she was up against the dresser. Not on a corner, thankfully, but still not a first I’m excited about!

   

 
 

-She’s started getting her belly up off the ground, on her knees and elbows! She started right on her 9mo “birthday.” Right now she’s just using it as an easier way to roll over, but it won’t be long on the crawling now!

  

  

 

 -Am I the only one who occasionally has the random worry that my phone is judging me for my spelling? I type really fast and let it just correct the mistakes, but I do notice them! I know how to spell, phone, I swear!

 

-I always want to do something for homeless people I see, but I have this persistent fear that the person will turn out to not actually be homeless and be terribly offended. Aside from just working with the union mission or something, I’m not sure how best to overcome this.

 

-Feeding solids has gotten interesting. I’ll be honest, baby led weaning isn’t my favorite. She gags a LOT, and it scares me every time that she’s choking. And it’s made her puke a couple of times. So we still give her bits of what we’re eating, but I prefer purées, mesh feeders, and some yogurt melts. We still follow her cues- if she’s not interested we stop. And she kinda, sorta understands that if she sucks on a pouch she gets food out. So there’s some self feeding going on, in addition to the melts being something she can do herself. It’s super cute how interested in food she is though. She watches us eat with BIG eyes, and smacks her lips. Only problem? She does it when I feed the dogs too! And there’s no good way to keep her out of the dog food when she gets a little more mobile. We’re in trouble!

   

-Went to the grocery with Lils in the sling, and she insisted on helping push the cart 
  
   

Some cuteness to end on!

 

  
 

 

She loves the wind possibly more than anything else

 
 

  
  

 
 

   
  

She legit farted on his head

 
 

 

She loves “her” pillow

 
 

Best shot I could get of the Chris Farley face

Screw you, Indiana 

I am so

freaking angry right now! Indiana has now passed a bill criminalizing abortion for, among other things, fetal defects. If we had been in Indiana, and found out about River’s issues early enough that we could have aborted in state, the doctor could go to jail for doing it. For something that was BEST FOR THE BABY. This kind of law is what forces women into dangerous back alley abortions, because they aren’t willing to bring a baby into this world just to suffer for their entire life. Or because they don’t want to have to go through a stillbirth, or to give birth knowing their baby will die in their arms in minutes or hours. Fuck every one of the asshole politicians who think that they have the right to judge me and women like me. I believe in every woman’s right to choose, no matter their reasons for wanting an abortion. But it takes a really special kind of bastard to think this kind of ban is anything but evil. 
http://feministing.com/2016/03/25/indiana-passed-a-fetal-defect-abortion-ban-and-put-some-other-restrictions-in-too/

Re: Prenatal Genetic Testing

 Last year around this time I was pregnant with Lily, and we started going to birth classes. We went with the Bradley classes, and overall I was very happy with them; I feel like even with my preterm labor happening so fast that I didn’t get to utilize the techniques as much as I’d hoped (and not getting to even finish the classes since I had her before they were over!) it was still money and time well spent. Hell, I’ve used the techniques multiple times since, getting a cyst drained, and a root canal.   

But all that being said, there was one thing that really upset both of us at the time. I chose not to say anything, because I didn’t want to make it weird with weeks left in the class. And then with everything else, I mostly forgot about it. But it’s been on my mind a lot recently and I decided to go ahead and email the teacher. I’m also going to include most of what I have to say here, because I think it bears saying to a lot of people out there. And let me be clear- I loved our birth class and I loved the teacher. If we have another baby I’ll be contacting her to see if she does a one on one refresher course for non-first time parents. I am not angry about this. But it was something that I think is important enough to bring up, even so long after the fact. 

 

For those who don’t recall, or who aren’t familiar with our story, I had an abortion at 33 weeks because my baby’s brain had been totally destroyed by hydrocephalus. However, her brain stem was unaffected, so she would have lived. She would never have progressed mentally beyond the newborn stage, and would have had zero quality of life. The hydro was discovered during the anatomy scan at 20 weeks, but didn’t progress to the point that it was terminal until 30 weeks.

 

So all that lead up to this- we were in class and the topic of prenatal genetic testing came up. The point that was made was that these tests have a high rate of false positives, so they aren’t a good idea; the stress isn’t worth it. And if the test did show something, “you wouldn’t do anything about it, right?” (Referring, very clearly, to the idea that you wouldn’t want an abortion just because of a genetic defect like Downs, which is everyone’s go to example for these things.) I got up at that point and left the room. It was very normal in a room full of pregnant women for one of us to leave for a bit to make a bathroom run, so I doubt anyone thought anything of it. Also, and in some ways worse, on the website of recommended reading for the class, there was a link to an article arguing that no ultrasounds should be done as long as there were no other factors to suggest any risk of problems.

 

The “I wouldn’t abort, so why worry myself” argument is one that you run into a LOT, both online and in person. The ultrasound thing is far less common, but not by any means unheard of. I actually considered having few or no ultrasounds myself, and skipped the nuchal scan at 12 weeks with River. But the naïveté and presumption in that statement is breathtaking. You really, really don’t know what you would do until you’re faced with that situation. And more importantly, most people say it assuming that it’s more or less a question of willingness to raise a special needs child. Um no, leaving aside the morality of terminating “just” because of special needs, as well as the realities of living with a special needs child who will be dependent on you for the rest of your life, it is often an issue of a child who won’t live, or who will live with constant suffering. Some women, when faced with a stillbirth or a child who will die in their arms in minutes, choose not to carry a pregnancy for nine long, miserable months, just for it to end in tragedy. Others, like me, have children that can survive, but whose quality of life would be so poor that it would be cruel to force it on them. I would pull the plug for my husband if he were in a terrible accident; I chose to do the same for my daughter when it was the kindest, most loving choice I could make.

 

I no longer have the luxury of naiveté. With my first 3 pregnancies I had (or planned to have) no testing done, skipped the NT scan, and considered opting out of all ultrasounds. I definitely had the “nothing bad will happen to ME” attitude. Now, unfortunately, I know better. We had/have ZERO risk factors for anything that’s happened. But so far we’ve beaten the odds (in a bad way) multiple times. Miscarriage after a good ultrasound showing a strong heartbeat and growth on track, 2 unexplained miscarriages in a row, overwhelmingly severe fetal hydrocephalus with no known cause. All of these are very unlikely, especially with no risk factors like a clotting issue on my part or something. And yet. 

 

Because River’s issues were not genetic, a genetic screening did not tell us anything about whether Lily would develop a hydro as well. We had to wait for the anatomy scan to find out anything on that. But at that point, just because it was highly unlikely something ELSE would go wrong, didn’t mean it wouldn’t. So we had the screening, just to know as much as we could. 

  

Also, even for those who really wouldn’t terminate, I still absolutely wouldn’t want to find out at birth. For the same reason that I chose not to be team green this time, because I didn’t want to deal with gender disappointment once my baby was here, I wouldn’t want to deal with all the emotions involved with having a special needs child at the same time that I’m trying to welcome that child to the world and get to know and love her. And time to prepare is very good to have, so that you can have resources in place BEFORE you’re dealing with a newborn. I’ve read an article by a woman who went through this, finding out her baby had Downs at birth, and it was devastating. And she now feels guilty that when her baby was first born she was devastated instead of elated. We had started the process of preparing for a special needs baby when we thought River would be able to make it, and it was overwhelming. I can’t imagine how much more so it would be when you’re also dealing with the shock of diagnosis and handling a newborn.

 

Last thought, specific to the ultrasound issue- River’s issues wouldn’t have shown up on a genetic screening, but it’s worth noting that had we not found out that she had a hydro before birth, it would have made things much worse. Had it not gotten as severe as it did, we planned to deliver at 34 weeks so the shunt could be placed as early as possible, to give her brain as much time as we could to develop without the pressure of the fluid. Had we not known till birth, that would have been up to 8 more weeks of the hydro growing, and she would have lost all that potential brain development. Once you miss critical windows in development, it can only go back and make up for it so much. (Which is why, in the end, her situation wound up so dire. It was too late for her brain to bounce back from the amount of damage done.) Also, her head could have gotten very, very oversized, making an attempt at a vaginal delivery much more dangerous. Knowing as much as possible ahead of time allows you to make decisions that you might not even know you need to make, in time for them to make a difference.

 

Really, my biggest fear with genetic screenings is not the risk of a false positive, but a false negative. I’m far more afraid of believing everything is finally okay, and being wrong, than a little stress over something that turns out to be nothing. Suggesting that the stress of a screening isn’t worth it is extremely naive. And for someone in a position of influence to say it is bordering on dangerously irresponsible.