Monthly Archives: April 2004

14 weeks 4 days

14 weeks 4 days

Oh my gosh, George is rolling over!

A few days ago I put him down for a nap in his crib. He slept for 15 minutes, woke up, and decided to roll over. I walked in the room to see him laying on his back, looking around. I figured it was just a fluke. He’s been pushing up on his arms for a while now, so on Tuesday I put him on his stomach for some playtime, and he pushed off with his left arm and rolled over. I repositioned him, and he did it again! I caught it on video yesterday, he was so proud of himself.

I also managed to catch a few giggles on camera. There’s nothing like it.

12 weeks 3 days

12 weeks 3 days

I am the worst mother in the world…

I cut Georgie’s finger this morning when I was trimming his fingernails. I don’t know who cried harder — him or me! That surprised cry of pain just tore my heart in two. I think he’s forgiven me — he didn’t chomp on me while I was feeding him afterwards — but I still feel so bad. Poor little guy. His thumb has this little patch of skin missing right under the nail.

I felt terrible this morning when I woke up — the room was spinning like I was drunk, and I barely made it to the bathroom in time. Nasty stomach bile. I had some Green Machine juice and George gave me some ham, and the protein helped a lot. I still feel off-kilter. Hoping it isn’t something that’s been going around.

George told me he is going to buy me a digital camera so I stop taking pictures of “nothing.” I think he just wants to save on film developing costs. He was going to buy me jewelery for George’s birth — diamonds, no less! — but I am such a geek, I asked to buy a digital camera instead. Trust me, I’d love a pair of princess cut 1/2 carat diamond earrings… but I’m a practical girl. What can I say?

12 weeks 1 day

12 weeks 1 day

It’s official – I am a full-time stay-at-home mommy. I feel a mixture of elation and worry. I really enjoyed the people I worked with, so I’m sad to leave, but it made no financial sense for me to work either full or part-time at my current job. I quit and am looking for something that’s close to home, part time and flexible. It’s imperative that I be able to work around George’s schedule, since day care is simply not an option for us. I just can’t stomach the idea of handing my child over to someone else to raise. Every time I think about leaving him, even for a few hours a few days a week, my stomach knots up and I get emotional. I can’t imagine how a mother must feel when she has to return to work full-time and put her child in daycare.

I am thinking about doing some freelance project work on the side – programming, desktop publishing, transcription, Web design, etc. All stuff I can do from home and submit completed on CD or FTP.

Aunt Kiki’s bridal shower was on Saturday, and I drove down and took the baby. Georgie was really good, didn’t mind being passed around, only fussed when he got hungry, and a quick nurse had him happy again. The trip home was another matter; I had to stop three times to placate him. He finally fell asleep when we were 10 minutes away from home.

Georgie giggled for the first time a few days ago. I have to keep the video camera nearby, just in case he does it again. What a riot he is turning into. Sometimes George & I look at him and look at each other and shake our heads in amazement at this gift we have been given. It’s given me a whole new understanding of what God’s love for us might be like. You know how your mother always said, “You’ll understand when you have children”? Well, she was right. My favorite thing is when he smiles in his sleep. He feels safe and happy, even in his dreams. What more could a mother ask for than to know her child feels loved and protected? Seeing that helps to soothe the worry that I don’t know what I’m doing.

10 weeks 4 days

10 weeks 4 days

Georgie’s 2 month pediatrician appointment at 9 weeks had him weighing in at a whopping 12 pounds! He’s probably about 13 lbs now – he’s more than doubled his birth weight! I can’t believe it. He’s already grown out of all of the infant cloth diapers that I bought for him, and he fits well in the 12-20 lb cloth diapers.

He was supposed to have four shots – DtaP, HepB, Polio, and MMR but after doing some research, George & I have decided to delay some of his vaccinations. The MMR/autism link, thimerisol and mercury concerns, and the fact that aborted fetal tissue is used in some vaccines are all of great concern to us. I know that reactions are “usually” less difficult to deal with than the disease itself, but being the informed pain-in-the-neck parents that we are, we’re waiting to selectively vaccinate. Since day care won’t be an issue, the risk is greatly reduced.

After his visit, we drove down to visit with Grandma and his Aunties. Grandma couldn’t believe how big he is. Fortunately, he was in relatively good spirits and didn’t cry too much.

I’ve started to try and get into a nighttime routine with him. Not a schedule, per se, since time means absolutely nothing to this little guy. He always seems sleepy after he has a bath, so I figured I’d give him a bath around 7PM, a little baby massage, then nurse him. The past two nights he’s actually gone down by 8 or 8:30, up at 11:30 for a nightcap nurse, then down until 4 or 5AM. This morning he woke me up at 6:30, and I changed his diaper and Papa got some baby time in before heading to work. That was a solid block of sleep for Mama!

He’s been mimicking my mouth movements for about a week or so; if I stick my tongue out, he does the same. The first time he did it, I cried. It was a reminder of how amazing and impressionable this little guy is, and that we are charged with teaching him so much… not to mention the importance of setting a good example for him.

I uploaded some more pictures to his photo album… we’re trying to decide who he looks like. Sometimes I swear it’s like looking into a mirror; other times I see a lot of George in this little guy. Regardless of who he looks like, he’s his own person, this little being that we’re shaping and teaching and playing with. I pray every day that God directs our steps and helps us to mold him into a good, strong man. Like his Papa.