Friday, May 27, 2011

Millie's Room

Dear Millie,
I just realized that I have never posted pictures of your room.  SHAME ON ME!!!  Believe it or not, we actually had it done before you were born, but I never seemed to have the camera with me and I was so busy being irritable and fat, that I couldn't be bothered.  I knew that I would eventually get to it... just didn't know it would be when you were three months old!  My bad.

Your room was actually our old office space.  Which, prior to that, was where the cat lived.  Let's just say that this room has come a loooonnnnngggg way.  

 The office...

... is now your room!

So... you're gonna notice right off a few things that stand out. One, the furniture doesn't match.  Doesn't even come close to matching.  This is because we scored a free crib from some friends and seriously?  You don't turn down free furniture.  EVER.

 

Then we decided to bring Hazel's old dresser/changing table in, along with Big Ugly.  (Side note:  From day one, you have been intrigued by the flower stickers.  It's incredible to me, but you are absolutely entranced by them every time I change you!)  We also brought in the boogie machine, the diaper genie and your very own brand new humidifier!  I swear by this humidifier.  Best money I've ever spent.

Anyway... the room doesn't match.  It seemed so important for furniture to match when we put together your sisters room.  But that was when we were young, idealistic and had money burning a hole in our pockets.  Back when we could afford luxury items... like food.  Back when we didn't realize that we had enough money to have a second house somewhere.  You know... back before day care sucked every last dime we had hidden underneath the cushions of the couch.

But, I digress.

I found these cute wall decals on Amazon.com, and they were soooo much easier than the ones we put up in Hazel's room.  And way cuter.  And, surprisingly, WAY cheaper.  It's not like you care about them right now, but they're fun for me to look at while you're nursing.  I'm also hoping to get rid of the little heater if and when it finally warms up around here.  But the way things are going, it might not be until July or August!  The sound machine?  I take it back... that's the best thing I've ever spent money on.  I would have paid $1,000 for that thing.  IT'S. THAT. AMAZING.




We're dealing with a much smaller space than your big sister's room, but I think that it works.  It's cozy and the rug that we put down really made a difference.  You don't seem to mind your room and are a big, BIG fan of the lighted carousel.  We use that thing a lot more than we did the first time around.

We're not gonna talk about the door.  Just suffice it to say that it's about as secure as Fort Knox.  Your Daddy assures me of this.  And it's much better than the other door that was there previously.  Plus... we've got a great alarm system.  You can rest easy, baby girl.  I know I do.

Love,
Mama

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Millie Takes On The World - Three Month Update

Dear Millie,
I cannot believe you're three months old!!!  Holy cow! This last month has been so crazy in terms of your growth and development of your personality.  You are seriously the easiest baby in the history of the world.  You only cry when you need something and I cannot tell you how much of a blessing that is to two working parents who already have their hands full with a toddler who, let's face it, runs the house. 

In the last month, you have started day care.  That first day was absolutely awful.  For me, anyway.  You didn't seem to mind in the least.  Dropping you off at day care is so different than when I dropped off your older sister as an infant.  Usually, you're asleep and I either leave you in the car seat or transfer you into the crib.  And even if you're awake, you'll just lay in your crib and watch the mobile for a while.  Not making a sound.  WHO DOES THIS??

You are such a smiler and you love to babble to me.  Your go-to noise is something between a growl and a kittens purr... way deep in your throat.  And boy do you love when I make the sound back to you!  You're also a big fan of the word "goooo".  Although, keep in mind that proper spelling is "Gu".  But we'll get into that when you're older.  So, yea... we love to baby talk to each other.  You and I can sit forever and solve the worlds problems... if only someone could translate the babble, the world's afflictions would be gone.  No more war.  No more tornadoes.  No more earthquakes and radioactive material leaking into the atmosphere.  No more paying for gasoline through the nose...

It'd be like living at the end of a rainbow.   A rainbow with a baby that loves to giggle.  One of your teachers at day care told me today that she's never seen a baby your age giggle so much.  I can't tell you how happy that makes me.  Having two happy girls?  Worth every moment of pain and frustration that comes with being a parent. 

But, I digress.  You are super happy, but you're still not really down with snuggling.  In fact, you're not really thrilled with being held that much anymore.  Unless you are being held facing out so you can see what's going on.  When I put you in your gym, you always turn your head so you can look at the TV.  I'm trying to tell myself that it's not because you're an early couch potato and just that you like the lights.  But... I'm concerned. 



You're quite the mover and shaker these days, as well.  You've become quite proficient in the back crawl and if I put you down somewhere and come back a few minutes later, you're usually not where I left you... just a few feet north of it.  You also seem like you're soooo close to rolling over.  It seems like you're just progressing so fast!  My little baby is just growing up so fast! 

Last week, you got sick.  After just two weeks in day care, you came down with a cough.  I don't know if you got it from day care... or from your older sister who has started to kiss you a lot.  And, since she's got a cough like every other week... well, it was bound to happen. 

But, your cough sounded a lot worse than hers, so we took you in and found out you either had bronchiolitis, or RSV.  But since treatment is the same for both diagnosis, we didn't bother with the test.  I stayed home with you for that week, and you and I had a wonderful time.  You were very snuggly and often took your naps on me.  You slept, ate, played and even though you were pretty sick, you never got too irritable or upset at anything.  Except for when I suctioned out your brains through your nose.  But, really... I would have been the same way.  You weren't a big fan of the breathing treatments either, but after four days, you were a lot better.  And, bonus!  You never had an ear infection so I'm hoping that means you won't have the problems your sister had whenever she got sick. 

We're trying to wean you from needing to be swaddled at night.  Some nights it works.  Other nights, not so much.  And I can't wait for you to find your thumb so that you don't need me to pop the binkie in your mouth in the middle of the night.  We can still put you down pretty much awake... especially after your night feeding.  But sometimes we have to turn on the lighted mobile over the crib.  You really like that and, as a results, I really LOVE that.

The last couple of weeks, you've been falling asleep in your car seat on the way home from day care... and sleeping FOREVER.  In fact, one night you fell asleep at 5 p.m. and we put you in your car seat in your bedroom and let you sleep.  You didn't wake up until midnight!  And then you ate and went right back to sleep until 6!  And if it happened just a couple of times, I wouldn't feel like a bad parents... but it happens almost every night!

You are not the easiest baby to change... even when you're not hungry.  You always pull your legs up as if to say "C'mon, Mommy.... get your game face on!"  But when I have to change your diaper and put your pj's on in the middle of the night and you haven't eaten for seven hours or so?  It's like nailing jell-o to a tree.  Surprisingly, you're also like that when you take a bath.  It's not that you mind the water, per se.  But your little legs continue to pump up and down and you're trying your darndest to do the back crawl... only three months into your little life and you're attempting to get out of the bath chair.  
Sleep-wise, you're doing really well.  I can usually count on at least 6 hours, but there are times (like last night) that you'll throw down a 9 hour overnighter.  It's pretty much amazing.

You're also still enamored with your older sister... and she with you.  I know that when you're able to get around more, it's going to be hard to keep you away from her.

   

You're such a blessing in our lives, Millie.  Every day I thank whatever higher power is out there that brought you into our lives.  You have completed our family and I can't believe that just a couple of years ago, I didn't know joy this pure.  You and your sister have given that to me and I will always be grateful for that.

Love,
Mama

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

... It'll Be A Short Drive

Dear Girls,
This weekend was my birthday.  Your dear old Mommy turned a whopping 34-years-old.  ANCIENT.  But, with the help of a little dye, my hair looks like that of a 20-something, even if the laugh lines around my eyes don't. So I've got that going for me.

Your grandparents came down to visit and got to spend some quality babysitting time with you while Daddy and I went on a hike to Waterfall Canyon.  The last time I made that trip was when I was 6 months pregnant with Hazel... and thinking about that now blows my mind!  We can't wait to take the two of you up there!  It's going to require a lot of patience on our part and a lot of energy on your part.  But I see families with 5 or 6 kids making that trip and even the littlest ones seem to be a having a good time, so I believe our visit will be sooner rather than later.

It was a great weekend.  I woke up to find these that Hazel and Daddy had picked.

 

Millie... well, the only thing you can pick right now is your binkie out of your mouth (yea.... you're GOOD), but the flowers were from both of you.  Right out of my garden!

Sunday morning, we decided to make a trip to the doctor's office.  Hazel had been coughing on and off for a couple of weeks and Millie had started to cough a couple of days prior.  So, just to be on the safe side (and live up to my "THAT mother" status at the clinic) we took you both in.  The doc thought Hazel had allergies, but I had my suspicions.  So, she gave us some Claritin as well as a prescription for an antibiotic and told us to only fill it if the Claritin didn't work.  I was fully prepared to fill that prescription and say "Screw the allergy theory!", and was shocked to discover that the Claritin?  It worked.  And our little ray of sunshine... who has, for the past week or so been a holy living terror and super whiny?

 

She's baaaccckkkkkk!  

Allergies, huh?  WHO KNEW?  This is just a not-so-gentle reminder to us that when Hazel is  whiny and needy and OMG WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP WITH THE CRYING OVER EVERYTHING?... well, that just means that there's something going on with her.  Sick.  Allergies.  Something.

She's not being evil just to be evil.  Or "two-ish" as the pediatrician put it.

She's not being evil just to be evil.  This will be my mantra. 

I may have to put it up as a wall decal somewhere in the house.   

Millie, on the other hand... well, she has bronchiolitis.  Or RSV.  We're not sure.  But since the treatment is the same for both, we didn't bother with the test.  Doing some reading on bronchiolitis... well, let's just say it's a huge bummer.  It's defined as the swelling and mucus buildup in the smallest air passages in the lungs (bronchioles), usually due to a viral infection.  AWESOME.  Millie had breathing issues when she was born, so I wonder if she is particularly susceptible to it.  I'm hoping that we've reached the peak of her coughing.

 

She's been awfully needy lately... anxiety, I suppose.  She has even fallen asleep on both myself and Benny several times in the last few days. I mean, Millie doesn't ever want to snuggle and right now, I'm not really allowed to put her down without her crying.  Oh, also... SOMEONE HAS FOUND HER LUNGS.  Holy Mother of All That Used To Be Holy In This House.... she's going to give Hazel a run for her money. She could give Steven Tyler a run for his money.  As a matter of fact, I challenge Steven Tyler to come visit us and we'll compare.  And, hey... if that means that I get to act on my Laminated List of Celebs I Get To Make Out With?  SO. BE. IT.

Anyway, this also means that the nights are tough.  When she wakes up, we have to suction out her nose, which totally wakes her up.  We also have to give her breathing treatments... the same ones we gave Hazel when she was four months old and had RSV.  I'm telling you, though... Millie is WAY stronger than Hazel was at this age. And, if possible... more tenacious.  She fights the breathing treatments like NOBODY'S BUSINESS.  We can't trick her into it like we could with Hazel... which was by standing inches away from the TV and hoping that the big pretty lights would distract her.  They don't.

And when she feeds.... well, let's just say that I had already forgotten how sore nipples get when a baby is sick, because they feed like EVERY HOUR.  On top of that, it's like she's trying to find whatever comfort she can by clamping down on my poor, unsuspecting nipples.  Luckily, Benny has been able to spell me during one of the night shifts and will rock with her for a bit after I feed her so I can get some rest. Guess we get to re-do the sleep training after she feels better. 


Poor Millie.  The one saving grace during this whole experience is that the Claritin has helped Hazel and when she comes home at night and when she makes up in the morning, she's not demanding.  She waits patiently for me to finish feeding Millie or cooking breakfast or dinner or whatever.  She even plays by herself without whining or throwing a fit.  In short, she's my lifesaver.  Millie was my lifesaver when Hazel was acting up... THANK GOD THE TWO OF THEM DON'T WORK TOGETHER TO DRIVE ME BONKERS YET.

Love,
Mama