The Poop Chronicles Part Deux

Right after the holidays, when the family had left, I was back in the routine of changing Hadley's diaper. One morning, I found myself without my glasses on as I was face deep in crack trying to get it clean. All of a sudden, she let out some warning gas, which startled me as I dodged a speeding bullet. As I let out a nervous giggle over the close call, the real fireworks were about to begin as the next round of ammunition shot out of her. It flew across the room, hitting the dresser, covering it with hot mustardy poop. I was in awe, as it reminded me of being in Disney Land where they have the fountains with water that shoot from one location to another, over the crowds heads. My first reaction was to yell for DG, to come check this shit out. *pun* But then the final round came out and shot across the room hitting the floor over 5 feet away! I couldn't have been more suprised if she had beat me in a watermelon seed spitting contest.

Oh yeah, and not only does poop smell, but poop stains too. Oh the lessons we learn. Baby + Poop = Fun

Rub a Dub Dub

Since losing her crusty umbilical cord several weeks ago, Hadley has graduated from the sponge bath to the tub. The transition was not the smoothest as DG and I may have stressed a bit about how much soap was in the water, followed by whether the temperature of the water was correct, and then of course when was the right time to rinse off the baby, etc. Seriously, for her first bath, I sat reading word for word out of a book going through each step meticulously. It's like following an instruction manual for Baby 1.0. Hopefully this phase will end by the time I have to teach her about the birds and the bees. Maybe I'll be able to just wing it off the top of my head rather than drawing elaborate diagrams and walking her through the bases. Ok who's on first? NOT YOU.

At first, she didn't like bath time, but now the warm water calms her, until she is yanked out at the end, pruny and shivery. But then it all gets better with a big warm fuzzy bunny towel.

When I got four bath towels as gifts, I thought for sure this was excessive. Who needs that many bath towels? Seconds after this picture was taken however, Ms. Hadley pooped in her cute pink fuzzy bunny towel. I think I need to make an addendum to the bath outline.

The Twelve Days of Baby

Two weeks after Hadley was born, with 14 sleepless nights, and a little slap happy, DG and I made our own version of the 12 Days of Christmas which we performed here, for the first time for my parents.



We wish you and your families a wonderful holiday season.

Merry Xmas Eve

I've become one of THOSE people. You know, the kind that dress their dogs up like people and post excessive pictures of their newborn ad nauseum. I've never been a baby person, but it all changes when you give birth to a sweet precious angel face. I guess when they live inside of you for 9 months, kicking you in the ribs, causing heart burn, general discomfort, and then you push them out after laboring for 14 hours, it changes everything.

So gag, here's another picture I love. Notice the Pabst Blue Ribbon booties that were mine 35 years ago, and yes SAVED by my mother for me. But that's a completely separate post.

Nana and Poppa at last!

My dad was afraid that Hadley would lose that new baby smell before they arrived. But really sour milk and Dreft doesn't wash away easily.

The Many Faces of Hadley

BURPING


YAWNING


SLEEPING


WAITING FOR SANTA

Books on my Nightstand

Heading Home with your Newborn: From Birth to Reality
Secrets of the Baby Whisperer
The Happiest Baby on the Block
The Nursing Mother's Companion 4th ed.

Oh how things change.

Milestones

We've had a few milestones today.

1) While laying on her belly on the floor, Hadley practiced raising her head up.
2) While laying on her side on the floor, she learned to push herself onto her back.
3) Just today, her grip has gotten to be like an iron fist. This is ok for now, until she can focus in on my glasses, earrings, or nose to try and rip them off my head.

I also heard her giggle for the first time this week. It's the small things.

Real Underwear

Hadley is 2 weeks old today, big girl! I got her strapped into the car seat and drove to the pediatrician in a snow storm. If you know me at all, you also know that I go to great lengths NOT to drive in snow. I will convince people to come pick me up for dinner or just plain not leave my house. It's really the main reason that I got married, so that I never have to drive in the snow again. So it was a bit nerve wracking for me to have to drive with a baby in the car. But now that Dave's car (aka Snowflake) is my car, or the baby limo, I could drive in snow all day. Or about 20 minutes before I really start to sweat.

But the real story today is that I am finally wearing real underwear again. It's one of those things that no one talks about. Ladies, you know what I am refering to: the pain of afterbirth. I have been wearing the stretchy disposable underwear the hospital sent us home with for weeks now. Luckily I am no longer in need of the ice diaper. However, I was afraid of wearing real underwear again. I finally ventured into the boy short and so far it seems to be ok.

Just the Two of Us

DG officially went back to work today, leaving me home alone with the baby. *gulp*

I'm just the milk dispenser. He's the soother, diaper changer, house cleaner, snow shoveler and laundry doer. He's also the one that set up the car seat, humidifier and monitors. I'm going to need a crash course tonight.

In other news, my dad posted a running video of Hadley that is pretty cute. Click here to see it.

Poop in Your Hand

Day 5, I got a call from Hadley's room to come help change her. DG was experiencing the first shooting of pee all over the changing pad. As I was distracting her and grabbing a new changing pad, he was holding her legs up to keep her butt out of the fresh pee. With his right hand under her behind, she figured this was as good a time as any to poop right in the middle of his hand. It was a combination of meconium and milk poo, and looked like a perfect lotion dispenser. He and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

DG: (laughing) What do I do?
Me: (guffawing) Ummm, go wash it off?

Sometimes, sleep deprivation corrodes common sense. Also, I think I missed this chapter in the book. What do you mean what goes in must come out?

Lights, Camera, Christmas Tree

This is the look we got when we told her that we were going to get our Christmas tree yesterday.
Then she asked if she could come help pick it out.


She loves staring into the lights. We think she may already love Christmas too, just like her dad.

Parenthood

We have had a whirlwind of a week adjusting to parenthood. Everyone says "Oh you wait! Your lives will never be the same." To them, we say "WHATever", with a capital W. We are so in love with being parents. Not only has Hadley brought our little family closer together, but we are both so in love with her and each other that I could turn this blog into a big dripping sticky sweet mess of lovey dove dub, a bunch of love in a tub all gooey and smooshy with sugar on top. In fact, we are so moved by her, that we are brought to tears throughout the day.

Seen above is her first car ride to visit her new pediatrician last Friday. She was born with a bit of jaundice, but thanks to moms steady feeding schedule, we seem to have nipped that in the bud.

We are going through so many new experiences that I don't know which to blog about first. Here are a few tasty morsels for you. Coming soon: The Labor, Poop in Your Hand, Pee on Your Leg, and Other Joys of Parenthood