Weeks vs. Months

Someone asked about Charlie's age and asked if he was two months. I said, "Um, well... He's about three months."

I just calculated the maf (because it's only math when you know what you're talking about) and he's actually two and a half months.

I think it's best to calculate baby's age in weeks just to keep down the confusion.

What the Crap....... Is Cradle Cap???

Chipmunk's hair is changing from straight to curly... Only on the top though. I have a feeling that one day he'll have a jeri curl-like style on top and a wavy mullet on the bottom.





















I noticed the other day that he had a scaly patch of skin where the curly hair was growing. It flaked off like dandruff, and just as any good mom would do, I gently scraped some of the skin away because it bothered the crap out of me.

Well, we started to notice that that part of his scalp started to smell a little weird... Like sweat or something. We came up with our reasonings as to why it smelled that way, but none of the reasons seemed to make sense to me.

I decided to do the most common-sensical thing, and I googled the condition. I found that my baby has a mild case of something called Cradle Cap. I remembered my mother-in-law mentioning something about babies getting it and hoping that he wouldn't get it, but I just assumed that it was one of those things like the baby rubbing his hair out because he sleeps on his back.

Well, my kid has it, and according to the knowledeable people on the iternet, it is a common condition in babies due to the mother's hormones, and I should treat it with mineral oil and regular shampoos.

Pump. Pump. Pump it up!!!

I was so desperate to increase my milk supply that I emailed my doctors office for help. I was kindly instructed to call the hospital's lactation consultant's help desk.

I did and left a message about my problem.

A lady returned the call, and I told her that I pump every five hours and can only get a total of three ounces. I informed her that I used to be able to get six total ounces every three or four hours.

Her cure...

Pump every two or three hours... Even through the night. What my body has done is decided that my baby doesn't need that much milk because it thinks he feeds every five or six hours.

I've been following her instructions, and I now have two 2 ounce bottles in reserves!

The body is such a machine!!!

Please, No Peas!!!

My husband asked me what I ate today. I told him that I'd eaten the leftover Popeyes chicken for breakfast and lunch. *don't judge me* He, of course, was appalled and demanded that I eat more vegetables because I'm breast feeding.

I know that I need more veggies, but I get sick of the same old broccoli and string beans.

Well, anyway...

I am sitting upstairs holding the baby, and he walks in the room holding a bowl. I instantly think, "Yay! You made me oatmeal!"

*sigh*

He hands the bowl to me and says, "Here, Steph. I made you a bowl of peas with butter." *cringe*

As I sit here trying to eat (gagging over) these peas, I know for sure that I'm gonna have to be more proactive in making my own veggies because I'll be damned if I have to eat another bowl of peas and butter!

Thankful

I am so thankful for modern technology! I love being able to take a picture or video recording of Chipmunk without needing to get out 35mm film or a big ole camcorder. I like that my phone is capable of doing all that a phone, camera, and camcorder can do.

I'm also thankful that I can share my photos and videos on FB or through email instead of having to get my film developed.

I'm super appreciative that I can text these pics and videos to our parents, family, and friends so that they can see them instantly.

Things are so much better than the 80s!!!

And it is for these reasons why I would like to thank the geeks and nerds of America and around the world. Because without you, I wouldn't have such luxuries.

Just to be Close to You

We have three beds in our room... Two belong to the baby: my grandmother's one hundred year old cradle and the crib. The baby sleeps in the cradle right next to my side of the bed, and the crib is multi-purposing as a changing table and a mat for tummy time.

With all this sleep space for Chipmunk, he prefers to sleep in our bed. He can sleep there for hours. The problem is... I don't want to get into a habit of allowing him to sleep in our bed. I generally hold him in our bed until he falls asleep then I put him in the cradle. Before I get back on the bed and fall asleep, hes wimpering and crying, and Zack is telling me to bring him back to our bed. It get annoying.

Then today while on the phone with my mom, I noticed how good Chipmunk was sleeping in our bed (he slept there for nearly four hours!). Then it hit me...

It's not the bed itself that Chipmunk is after... He's after our scents which just so happened to be in the sheets and comforter.

So, I tried placing the shirt I wore today in the cradle with him, and what do you know... It worked!!!

He stopped whimpering and went back to sleep!

Inspiration

As a kid and teenager, I wrote a lot of short stories. It was my favorite (only) hobby.

With this whole motherhood experience (all eight weeks of it) I've developed an interest in children's books. I think I'm gonna try my hand at writing a few short stories for children (or maybe just Chipmunk).