Geesh. It's a good thing he's cute!
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Insurance
Thank goodness I have good health insurance. I just calculated that the little stinker would have cost us $29,521 if we had paid for his gestation and delivery out of pocket. That doesn't count any expenses AFTER we left the hospital. Just getting here.
Geesh. It's a good thing he's cute!
Geesh. It's a good thing he's cute!
Monday, March 26, 2012
Back to work
Sadly, spring break is over. I went back to work today, grudgingly. However, there are only 41 days of work remaining before I'm out for the summer, so I think I can soldier through :)
Mac and I flew to Kansas to visit the grandparents Wednesday through Sunday... we had a good time, with the exception of Mac's first ER visit on Wednesday evening.
Mac went to sleep like a champ at 7:30 but woke me up about 10:30 with some terrifyingly loud wheezing. I got him up and tried to get him to cough or sneeze, but he kept on wheezing. I woke my parents up--and I swear I've never seen them run so fast in my life. After staring at Mac for a long time, calling David, calling my doctor-brother, and calling the on-call number for my pediatrician, we decided (and were told, emphatically by the ped) to go to the ER.
It was kind of a scary ride... I stared at him the whole time to make sure his lips didn't turn blue (because we had instructions to pull over and call 911 if they did), but we arrived safely. After a bunch of tests, he was diagnosed with croup. I didn't realize that was a real thing until then--but Dad said it is probably like Kennel Cough. I understand what Kennel Cough is :) Mac got a breathing treatment and several rounds of steroids. He acts right as rain now--of course, he always acts right as rain. The kid was smiling and laughing in the ER. It was nice that he had a good attitude--but nothing makes you feel like a crazy mom like taking your happy child to the emergency room. Oh well :)
The rest of the week was blessedly free of events. We went to Grandma and Mom's Red Hat club and went to bed early every night.
Mac even got to spend time with his older fur-sister, Maggie.
After he decided she wasn't scary, he wanted to crawl all over her. He thought she was a hoot!
In other big news--which I hope to document with video soon, Mac has started crawling. It's not pretty or quick, but the kid can get pretty much anywhere he wants to go.
He ALSO started saying something that sounds an awful lot like Mama...so I'm also going to announce that Mac said his first word. And it's Mama. I'm writing it in the baby book--so it's got to be true!
Mac and I flew to Kansas to visit the grandparents Wednesday through Sunday... we had a good time, with the exception of Mac's first ER visit on Wednesday evening.
Mac went to sleep like a champ at 7:30 but woke me up about 10:30 with some terrifyingly loud wheezing. I got him up and tried to get him to cough or sneeze, but he kept on wheezing. I woke my parents up--and I swear I've never seen them run so fast in my life. After staring at Mac for a long time, calling David, calling my doctor-brother, and calling the on-call number for my pediatrician, we decided (and were told, emphatically by the ped) to go to the ER.
It was kind of a scary ride... I stared at him the whole time to make sure his lips didn't turn blue (because we had instructions to pull over and call 911 if they did), but we arrived safely. After a bunch of tests, he was diagnosed with croup. I didn't realize that was a real thing until then--but Dad said it is probably like Kennel Cough. I understand what Kennel Cough is :) Mac got a breathing treatment and several rounds of steroids. He acts right as rain now--of course, he always acts right as rain. The kid was smiling and laughing in the ER. It was nice that he had a good attitude--but nothing makes you feel like a crazy mom like taking your happy child to the emergency room. Oh well :)
The rest of the week was blessedly free of events. We went to Grandma and Mom's Red Hat club and went to bed early every night.
Mac even got to spend time with his older fur-sister, Maggie.
In other big news--which I hope to document with video soon, Mac has started crawling. It's not pretty or quick, but the kid can get pretty much anywhere he wants to go.
He ALSO started saying something that sounds an awful lot like Mama...so I'm also going to announce that Mac said his first word. And it's Mama. I'm writing it in the baby book--so it's got to be true!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Today, at 3:35, I was officially released for Spring Break.
SPRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG BRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAKKK!
Woooo!
Rather than celebrating by going to a beach and waving my ta-ta's around, I am excited for the chance to keep my lady's covered. Yep, 10 days without the pump. 10 days without the pump!
Once I return from Spring Break, there are only 42 days of school left before summer break comes.
42 days left of pumping.
I can do it. I can do it. I can do it.
On another note, Mac loves blueberries!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Skills
Mac still hasn't mastered crawling--he's mostly pushing himself backwards and getting frustrated--but he has been practicing his new skill of standing while holding on to things.
See below, where I oh-so-cleverly hid my baby's man parts from internet creepers. You're welcome, Maclin :)
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
9 Miles!
On Saturday, I had to run 9 miles.
And David was out of town, so that meant Big Mac had to go with me... thank goodness my friend Susan was going too, because I don't think I would have finished all 9 on my own. Mac gets a little tough to push after a while :)
It took a long time, but we survived... I'm hopeful that the half will feel easy breezy after pushing Mac for most of my runs!
And David was out of town, so that meant Big Mac had to go with me... thank goodness my friend Susan was going too, because I don't think I would have finished all 9 on my own. Mac gets a little tough to push after a while :)
It took a long time, but we survived... I'm hopeful that the half will feel easy breezy after pushing Mac for most of my runs!
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Heros
On Mondays and Wednesdays, the school I work at releases quite a bit earlier than my other school, so I have time to go home and run 3-4 miles before picking Mac up at daycare. It's been working out swimmingly, except for Monday.
I went home, ran, and even started a load of laundry before heading off to pick up my baby. I grabbed my purse and my cell phone, slamming to door shut behind me. I heard that ominous click before I realized that my keys were inside of my house.
Son of a biscuit.
I can get into my car with a code, so I unlocked the car and grabbed the stroller out before briskly walking to the sitter's house. I called David, who became the hero of my day by leaving work to meet us. And, man, I was glad he did--the sitter's was a bit longer of a trek than I had imagined, it was colder than I anticipated, and people look at you like you're crazy when you're pushing an empty stroller around.
David met me about 8 minutes after I arrived at Missy's and saved the day by driving us home. Even though he had to work at home to make up for leaving early, David didn't complain a bit.
My hero. Ignore the fact that he requested a blog post telling people how great he is--he's still my hero.
On Tuesday, I got the chance to be his hero. He called me on his way home from work and told me that he had blown out a tire.
Great.
David tried for a long time to change it on his own, but the angle he was parked at along with the traffic rushing by him just didn't allow it. So he called AAA for help. Since the AAA card is in my name, I have to be present (with card and id) to get help.
Mac and I became David's hero that night. Mac used the drive and wait as an opportunity to nap from 6:30-8, which really made bedtime an unpleasant experience for pretty much everyone.
I went home, ran, and even started a load of laundry before heading off to pick up my baby. I grabbed my purse and my cell phone, slamming to door shut behind me. I heard that ominous click before I realized that my keys were inside of my house.
Son of a biscuit.
I can get into my car with a code, so I unlocked the car and grabbed the stroller out before briskly walking to the sitter's house. I called David, who became the hero of my day by leaving work to meet us. And, man, I was glad he did--the sitter's was a bit longer of a trek than I had imagined, it was colder than I anticipated, and people look at you like you're crazy when you're pushing an empty stroller around.
David met me about 8 minutes after I arrived at Missy's and saved the day by driving us home. Even though he had to work at home to make up for leaving early, David didn't complain a bit.
My hero. Ignore the fact that he requested a blog post telling people how great he is--he's still my hero.
On Tuesday, I got the chance to be his hero. He called me on his way home from work and told me that he had blown out a tire.
Great.
David tried for a long time to change it on his own, but the angle he was parked at along with the traffic rushing by him just didn't allow it. So he called AAA for help. Since the AAA card is in my name, I have to be present (with card and id) to get help.
Mac and I became David's hero that night. Mac used the drive and wait as an opportunity to nap from 6:30-8, which really made bedtime an unpleasant experience for pretty much everyone.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Mac and his Banana
Last night, I decided to give Mac a bit of banana to gnaw on after his "official dinner" of nursing, chicken, and peas. I set it on his tray and turned around for a split second.
Then I saw this.
So I decided to see how things went. Mac ate the ENTIRE banana in about 10 minutes. Towards the end, I gathered chunks that had fallen out of his mouth and put them back on the table.
Doesn't a whole banana in one sitting AFTER his "real" meal seem like a lot? I'm sure that it's probably wrong (and I'm probably going to hear about it) to give him that much, but I figure that he's self feeding and I'm never, ever, coercing him into eating. Every bit he takes is his choice...and sometimes he would like more than he's being offered. Plus, after worrying about his weight gain for so long, I'm really not about to limit food intake.
In other news, if you zoom in to this picture, you can see a couple of new residents in Mac's mouth.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Fat Bet
It's March 1st. Today, David and I are starting something I've been calling Fat Bet.
First of all... ugh that I even have to do this. Ugh. Baby weight stinks! I wish I were one of those fancy famous people who look great in a swimsuit 6 weeks post baby. Heck, I wish that I looked great in a swimsuit 10 months pre baby.
So, Fat Bet. It works likes this. For the month of March, I pay $2 for every day I eat candy or sweets. David pays $2 for every day that he doesn't work out for at least 15 minutes. At the end of the month, the one of us who has lost the biggest percentage of weight gets to keep the cash money.
It's great on so many levels. I love candy, so there's that. I also am REALLY cheap and hate to lose. David shares these qualities (minus the candy). I have no problem working out daily and David has no problem avoiding the candy jar, so we needed different punishments.
I've made it so far today without hitting the candy jar, even though I walk by it about 700 times a day at work. I wish I didn't feel the need to bribe kids to learn with Hershey's!
First of all... ugh that I even have to do this. Ugh. Baby weight stinks! I wish I were one of those fancy famous people who look great in a swimsuit 6 weeks post baby. Heck, I wish that I looked great in a swimsuit 10 months pre baby.
So, Fat Bet. It works likes this. For the month of March, I pay $2 for every day I eat candy or sweets. David pays $2 for every day that he doesn't work out for at least 15 minutes. At the end of the month, the one of us who has lost the biggest percentage of weight gets to keep the cash money.
It's great on so many levels. I love candy, so there's that. I also am REALLY cheap and hate to lose. David shares these qualities (minus the candy). I have no problem working out daily and David has no problem avoiding the candy jar, so we needed different punishments.
I've made it so far today without hitting the candy jar, even though I walk by it about 700 times a day at work. I wish I didn't feel the need to bribe kids to learn with Hershey's!
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