Me: You didnâ€™t cry much beforeâ€¦. before kids.
Yvonne: They broke me.
Me: No, they fixed you.
Me: You didnâ€™t cry much beforeâ€¦. before kids.
Yvonne: They broke me.
Me: No, they fixed you.
Chris and I made a decision to not get a van or bigger SUV. Itâ€™s just too much of a financial commitment. We werenâ€™t sure if this was going to work or not, but 3 car seats can fit across the back seat of our compact SUV. Our kids are going to have to deal with not having a lot of personal space.
On another note, my mommy nesting instincts are kicking into high gear. Iâ€™m having trouble slowing my brain down with my â€œget ready for babyâ€ task list swarming in my head. Poor Chris. He was so tired, but I made him set up the car seat late at night cuz I really needed to take one more thing off of my checklist. I have a final paper for seminary class due on Sunday (tomorrow). I have a lot of work to do to finish it, but Iâ€™m having trouble focusing to get it done. Would love your prayers!
Iâ€™m not really into those â€œIâ€™m going poopâ€ Twitter or Facebook status updates. Those types of messages usually fall into the disgusting, boring, and TMI category. But this requires a special post because of the monstrosity I witnessed today. I love you, Yvonne. The wonderful things you get to see while married and pregnant.
So I come upstairs to see Yvonne on the toilet going poo poo. Iâ€™ve been downstairs for approximately five minutes, and sheâ€™s been on the toilet the whole time. Naturally sheâ€™s a quick pooper and is done within a minute or two, unlike me and my male peers who can go for hours. So it was unusual to see her still there. Summarizing her own words, she said she had to go but it wonâ€™t come out. I leave the bathroom and begin to move our cat downstairs when she calls to me, â€œcome see the baby I just made.â€ Iâ€™m thinking, â€œthatâ€™s disgustingâ€, and I have to move the cat downstairs. But she insists I look at this baby.
And boy oh boy, was that a big baby.
I have never seen anything like it before. It was beautiful and disgusting all at once. This was the poop of a lifetime. It was hard to measure since I didnâ€™t want to stick my face in the toilet with this monstrous poop. But from my visual estimates standing up, I would have to guess that this baby was at least 4 inches in diameter and maybe 6 to 7 inches long. Thatâ€™s like a small football (American). Yvonne probably lost like 4 pounds after that poop session. This was amazing.
Pregnancy can do fascinating (or scary depending on how you look at it) things to the female body. This is just one of the side effects, at least for Yvonne. You eat extra food, and that waste has to go somewhere. From a combination of being pregnant and a lack of drinking water, we were able to witness this once-in-a-lifetime poop.
I apologize for lack of pictures. A moment like this should have been captured on camera.
Update: I forgot to mention that this poop, not surprisingly, clogged the toilet.
Happy 31st birthday, Yvonne! Yes, her real name.
A day late, and a dollar short, but itâ€™s still here. Yvonneâ€™s birthday gift was a break from the kiddos. At the day spa of course. I think getting away from the kids might have been enough, but I might as well send her away to something sheâ€™ll enjoy as well.
While she was over there, Caleb, Caris & I were scheming things at home. A surprise for when Mommy comes back.
Hereâ€™s the setup. Letters.
If youâ€™re interested in watching a 11+ minute video, here it is of me and Caleb finishing up the rest.
(Video coming soon after it finishes uploading. Only 4+ hours. I need FiOS)
Hereâ€™s the finished product.
Unlike her brother, Caris has liked being swaddled. So, we swaddled her. About a week ago, she started breaking through the swaddleâ€¦ first with just her left arm, then with both arms. Sometimes, she could only get a hand out (versus her whole arm). I noticed she was starting to get angry when her arm-freeing attempts failed. So, the smart mom I am figured it must be time to unswaddle Caris. Thatâ€™s what I did 2 nights ago. One sleepless night later along with the multiple early night awakenings tonight prompted my much smarter hubby to look online for ideas to help newly unswaddled babies sleep. He learned that cold turkey unswaddling is not a good idea. Way to go, Mommyâ€¦. Take away your daughterâ€™s sleep association.
Caris just woke up again. This time, I went in and swaddled her back up with just her left arm out. She settled immediately. I put her in the crib. She started to fight for about 2 seconds, and then she sighedâ€¦ not a sigh of frustration due to loss of freedom, but of reliefâ€¦ finally. She was asleep before I could step away from the crib.
I guess that means we need to take the 2+ weeks people recommend for getting our daughter used to being unswaddled. And I thought we could do it overnight.
Caleb, Caris, & I were at Target shopping for a gift for a birthday party we were going to. We were in the â€œprincessâ€ section. Caleb starts to â€œOo, ooâ€ (in a very loud voice). What? Choo-choo. There are no choo-choo trains in the princess section, Caleb. â€œOO-OOâ€ in an even louder voice. I look over and see a red train, completely out of place on the shelf. Caleb frantically keeps saying â€œoo-ooâ€â€¦ essentially communicating his desire to see the train. I hand it over to him to look at and tell him, â€œIâ€™m just letting you hold and look at the train. When we leave, weâ€™ll have to put it back.â€ I turn back to the princess shelf to look for our gift. I turn back to find that Caleb has completely ripped open the train package. Oh no! Can I nonchalantly leave a half-opened/ripped train package on the shelf? I donâ€™t think so. OK, Caleb, you win. You get the train.
The funny thing is this train wasnâ€™t working. Itâ€™s supposed to have a button that let lights and sounds go off. But, the button wasnâ€™t working. So I returned the train the next day with its delapidated box. Haha. Good thing, Caleb hasnâ€™t noticed its gone. Mommy wins!
So, weâ€™re better today. I was a bit worried about Caris last night. She was hungry, but cried every time she tried to latch on to nurse. Her mouth was hurting from all her sores. She kept crying throughout the night, but Chris did a great job calming her down. When morning came, Caris finally had a pretty good feedingâ€¦ then a wet diaper. Yay! She fed again 2 hours later before she saw the doctor. She has at least 10 sores on her throat and heaps of them on her tongue. Poor Caris.
I saw the doctor today too. Itâ€™s my first time seeing a doctor for â€œsickâ€ reasons in years. Iâ€™ve never met my doctor on this insurance, and I need updated lab work done anyways. She looked in my mouth and was amazed at how many sores I had. She noted that I must have at least 50-60 lesions in my mouth and throat. This definitely hurts. So far, cheese and almond milk are friends of this lesion-ridden mouth. Hee-hee, I have lesions elsewhere tooâ€¦. palms of my hands, the soles of my feet, etc.
(OK, so we couldnâ€™t really get a good picture of these strange sores. Oh well. This is really not a very flattering picture. Another oh well.)
Calebâ€™s doing better. Still has mouth/throat sores, but able to eat & drink. But, big brother is jealous of baby sister Caris getting so much attention now. He does not like watching mommy try to nurse her so frequentlyâ€¦. or daddy holding her so much trying to soothe her. *sigh*
So far, Chris is doing well. Praise God. Pray for him to figure out how to get all his work done in a timely manner. He had to stay home to help me today. We leave for General Council in 5 days. Chris has deadlines at work he has to complete before we go. Hard for him to keep up with work when he has to take care of the 3 of us.
Thanks for praying for us!
So, my hubby went all out for motherâ€™s day this year. If you know Chris, heâ€™s totally not a planner, but he pulled off planning motherâ€™s day stuff for me this year. 🙂
Chris worked at night for several days before motherâ€™s day. Then, he took Friday off. I felt really tired Friday morning, so he took Caleb to his music class. I stayed home with Caris. Of course, Caris decided to not nap very long, but I still rested. Then, in the afternoon, Chris sent me to a fancy spa for a 2 hour massage. This place was niceâ€¦ there was a quiet room with short Japanese tables, cushions, & tea. Then there was this strange yellow clay roomâ€¦ and another room where you lay on rocks while you bask in this extraordinary heat. They had another quiet room with sofas and comfy chairsâ€¦ and sleep bedsâ€¦ with aromatherapy and cookies (yum!). There was a wet sauna room and a dry sauna roomâ€¦ and a jacuzzi. I got a 2 hour massage, but they also have special rooms for a milk bath and a mud bath. Interesting. So before I left the house for this spa place, Chris tells me he doesnâ€™t want me back before 5PM. I laughed because I didnâ€™t know this place had so much stuff there. And Iâ€™ve forgotten how much I cherish my quiet, alone time. As a mom, you rarely have time to yourself. Even with that truth, it can be such a lonely role. Seems ironic to say that you can be lonely when youâ€™re never by yourself when you have kids, but itâ€™s true. So when I got there, I just relaxed and spent some nice time with God. Before I knew it, it was already 5PM and my breasts were telling that they were way overdue for feeding Caris. So, i had to quickly take a shower and get home. I didnâ€™t even use their shower â€œpretty me upâ€ amenities. They have face toner, a flat iron, blow dryer, sterilized hair brushes, etc. Fancy, I tell you.
When I got home, Chris had cut me roses from our backyard (he knows I hate the idea of wasting money on buying flowers). He had this cute sign saying, â€œI love you, Mommy,â€ and there were pics of my kids holding the sign. Very cute. Thanks, hubby! I love you!!!