First BottleMy mom has been down to visit again and will leave on Sunday so sorry for the lack of new posts. Carson's 3rd week has been a week of "firsts" with many more to follow I'm sure. So far, we have gone on our first outing alone together. We went to the grocery store and made it back twice without any commotion. I was quite proud of myself about this, however I didn't quite figure out how to put the car seat in the grocery cart until the third trip when I finally asked another mom. Welcome to the club, I guess, I am learning that other mom's are way nicer than single women ever were. There's a social study, I am going to avoid and simply take the new found niceness and hope to make some new friends out of it.
My first day alone when Andy went back to work for a full day went relatively smoothly. The second day, however was another story. This is where I accumulated yet another "first." Let's call this the First Time I Freaked Out So Bad I Made Andy Come Home From Work. It's a long title, but I think it deserves it. Day 1 on my own, was fine, like I said, Day 2 the Little Man wouldn't leave me alone and it turns out alone was what I needed, for just one hour. He ate for at least a half hour each time at 9am, 10, 11, 12, 1, 2, 3 and at 3:30 Andy got the call. I think it sounded something like "you need to come home now." Andy replies "OK, I"ll be home soon," and I say "NO you don't understand, you need to come right now. I can't do this anymore. He just won't leave me alone!" Followed by uncontrollable, hormone induced wailing. Andy came home, very fast. (See previous post: Andy is my Hero!)
The next day went much more smoothly though it did not begin in a promising way, but I vowed to keep a positive attitude. Andy changed Carson's diaper before he left for work, handed him to me so I could feed him. Not 5 minutes after Andy was gone did I feel a very warm trickling sensation running down my side. I felt my shirt and it was entirely wet on my left side. I was experiencing my first time getting peed on, really, really peed on. I jumped up noticed the sheet in the bed had a huge wet spot on it and looked at Carson's diaper, which was less than securely fastened. I had this sudden surge of anger at this ill-diapering technique of my husband, was tempted to call him and tell him all about it and stopped in my tracks realizing that what I was about to do was something that crazy, neurotic wives do and did I really want to put myself in that category. NO sireee, not me! Self pep talk completed, I put my outfit, Carson's clothes, and the bedsheets in the wash and went back to sleep. Once I did, all was right in the world and I was able to move on to other more enjoyable firsts.
The next first was definitely much better. If you have been reading since I started this blog, you will remember how swollen I have been. I have been consistently losing weight and my next first was that I had lost 19.5 lbs of water weight in 6 days. I'm pretty sure that is the first and only time I will see results like that! I sure am feeling better and am back in to some of my pre-pregnancy clothes already. Some, definitely not all by any means.
Our next first was also a celebration for me. It was the first time we gave Carson a bottle. We were told not to introduce a bottle for 3 weeks and so on his 3 week birthday, which happened to be Valentine's Day, Andy gave him his first bottle. I celebrated when Carson drank almost the whole thing, because I could see just a hint of freedom in my future. I could actually run to 7-
Eleven for a late night ice cream run, without strapping the little guy in to the car seat and leave him with his dad. Better yet, Andy can do the 11pm feeding and Icould sleep 6 straight hours. Testing that one tonight. Hooray! Now, pumping to accomplish this feat was another first, but I will spare you all those awkward details today.
My first day alone when Andy went back to work for a full day went relatively smoothly. The second day, however was another story. This is where I accumulated yet another "first." Let's call this the First Time I Freaked Out So Bad I Made Andy Come Home From Work. It's a long title, but I think it deserves it. Day 1 on my own, was fine, like I said, Day 2 the Little Man wouldn't leave me alone and it turns out alone was what I needed, for just one hour. He ate for at least a half hour each time at 9am, 10, 11, 12, 1, 2, 3 and at 3:30 Andy got the call. I think it sounded something like "you need to come home now." Andy replies "OK, I"ll be home soon," and I say "NO you don't understand, you need to come right now. I can't do this anymore. He just won't leave me alone!" Followed by uncontrollable, hormone induced wailing. Andy came home, very fast. (See previous post: Andy is my Hero!)
The next day went much more smoothly though it did not begin in a promising way, but I vowed to keep a positive attitude. Andy changed Carson's diaper before he left for work, handed him to me so I could feed him. Not 5 minutes after Andy was gone did I feel a very warm trickling sensation running down my side. I felt my shirt and it was entirely wet on my left side. I was experiencing my first time getting peed on, really, really peed on. I jumped up noticed the sheet in the bed had a huge wet spot on it and looked at Carson's diaper, which was less than securely fastened. I had this sudden surge of anger at this ill-diapering technique of my husband, was tempted to call him and tell him all about it and stopped in my tracks realizing that what I was about to do was something that crazy, neurotic wives do and did I really want to put myself in that category. NO sireee, not me! Self pep talk completed, I put my outfit, Carson's clothes, and the bedsheets in the wash and went back to sleep. Once I did, all was right in the world and I was able to move on to other more enjoyable firsts.
The next first was definitely much better. If you have been reading since I started this blog, you will remember how swollen I have been. I have been consistently losing weight and my next first was that I had lost 19.5 lbs of water weight in 6 days. I'm pretty sure that is the first and only time I will see results like that! I sure am feeling better and am back in to some of my pre-pregnancy clothes already. Some, definitely not all by any means.
Our next first was also a celebration for me. It was the first time we gave Carson a bottle. We were told not to introduce a bottle for 3 weeks and so on his 3 week birthday, which happened to be Valentine's Day, Andy gave him his first bottle. I celebrated when Carson drank almost the whole thing, because I could see just a hint of freedom in my future. I could actually run to 7-
Eleven for a late night ice cream run, without strapping the little guy in to the car seat and leave him with his dad. Better yet, Andy can do the 11pm feeding and Icould sleep 6 straight hours. Testing that one tonight. Hooray! Now, pumping to accomplish this feat was another first, but I will spare you all those awkward details today.
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