Avoid at all costs

Okay ladies, dressing a baby is not an easy task.

I’ve thought on a few occasions of cutting the outfit off his body, I kid you not. Why did I insist on putting this on him?

I mostly have baby Nico in onesies and socks, onesies with pants that have socks on them and the occasional sleep n’ play (pj looking thing for us newbies). You’ll go through quite a few during the day so you want something easy and fast to put on and remove.

Now what type you should get? Light and stretchy. Try putting a onesie over a baby’s head without stretch, you will leave them naked..Make sure the sleeves are also stretchy and give the baby enough arm space (baby Nico is getting quite chunky) I’ve been noticing how hard it’s becoming to put certain clothes on him. So I’m retiring some of them already.
Trying to put a Ralph Lauren outfit on a baby is not cool mom. Fabric doesn’t stretch, baby gets aggravated and so do you. There’s only so much bending a baby will do. I know they are cute but don’t buy them… Thankfully mine were gifts (sorry!)
Let’s not even begin to talk about girls clothes. And those bows? Poor girls.
Sorry mamas, but your baby hates them.
Have any other advice for dressing your little ones? I’d love it if you shared.

It’s a dirty job I’ll tell ya

If you don’t have spit up, pee or poop somewhere on you at some point during the day you brought home from the hospital another life form. That ain’t no baby, lady.

And if you don’t accept this fact with humor you will get frustrated.  I’ve learned to just laugh at all of this.
Let’s change the baby? Sure…

{Although this happened once I had a laughing fit.}

I had Nicolas on our sofa and I’m changing his diaper, just pee. But he has another thing coming. Seriously, dude explodes on me, shoots some quite fast poop at me. Thankfully my face wasn’t close. He got me on belly though. Talk about projectile pooping. 
If there was Olympic event for this Nico would win hands down or ass up. Whatever you wanna call it. What distance! What sound, seriously my kid sounds like a truck driver. 
He doesn’t stop there, he begins to pee one more time. And I’m laughing like a maniac. Poop all over myself and now I’m trying to hold down the leak. 
That was too funny though.  
So don’t worry. If you decide to wear your favorite outfit one day. Just be warned, it might not be your favorite anymore. I suggest waiting for a baby free moment. 
I wear mostly my husbands old t shirts– all day.  Not the most attractive but my clothes are safe and honestly you won’t care what you’re wearing. If you bathed that day… It’s been a success!
Good luck mamas!!!

How about you? Any funny explosions happen in your life? Let me know in the comments below.

Sleep training? You buy it? Here are my thoughts.

I can across an interesting article, you can read it here, and share your thoughts. 

So, Nicolas had his last feeding at 9:00 pm, but not a lot. I’m not entirely sure, because I breastfed and formula fed 2 oz. 5 oz is what I’d like him to drink to sustain him thru the night. So I went to sleep thinking he might get hungry early. He woke me up at 1:42 am, he had come out of his swaddle and was tossing his arms around, I swear… Babies are the swaddle Houdini’s. Though he was still asleep, I picked him up, rocked him until he stopped all that moving around and swaddled him again. And voila… He “woke” up at 6:15 am, he was again tossing around and not “awake” but I decided to get him up to nurse.
This is the second time I’ve done this. And it seemed to work beautifully. He is now 13 weeks so he can handle longer stretches at night. I didn’t attempt to this earlier because I thought he should get all the nourishment he wants. 
Here’s hoping he’ll get the memo and sleep without getting out of his swaddle and we can all rest!! Lord knows I need it. 
How about you? Any advice? What are you doing for your baby to stay asleep? Let me know in the comments below.

My Birth Story (Unplanned C-section)

It all started with my doctor telling me I could pick a day to be induced. I was not expecting that.  I was looking forward to the day but afraid of the unknown. I thought about it and decided to go ahead. I was going to be 39 weeks on Tuesday, January 14 & induced Monday night.

Sunday night we as a family had a whole discussion about naming the baby, until then we hadn’t made a decision. I had a long list of names and the name chosen was not on it.  I lost the name battle BTW, I wanted baby Vincent but baby Nicolas was victorious.
At around 1:30 am I wake up with mild cramping and wanting to pee. So I get up and go to the bathroom… Low and behold my water broke… I called out to my husband but he didn’t hear me as he was sleeping soundly… I get up and walk towards the door dripping and call out again… He gets up, what’s happening? I think my water broke, I say. Having never gone through this, I wasn’t sure what to expect. What do we do? He says.  I’ll call the doctor.
Well, doc tells me to head to the hospital (I thought, crap I didn’t finish packing my bag… I’m such a procrastinator)
I go and tell my husband what the doctor says.. and he’s back in bed..!!! Honey we have to go.. Now.
We get to the hospital’s maternity wing at Boca Regional at around 2:20 am. I haven’t dilated much, I think around 3 cm. By 4:30 am, I am in pain… A lot of pain. I don’t know if I’m a sissy or if my contractions were really bad but they were so close together.. At this point I requested an epidural. Took about 20-30 minutes for everyone to get in place for the epidural to be administered. Staying in place while you are having a contraction is no joke. I’m given pitocin to help with the dilation, since now I’m pain free, contractions slow down. Good for pain management but bad for things to move along.
By lunchtime I was at 8 cm but doctor said we have a problem. Baby is stuck!
Your cervix is too small and it is now pressing on the baby’s head.
We have to have a Cesarean. 
I was so upset and frightened. I did not want surgery.  I was prepared to deal with a burning vagina not a cut across my body. Lots of What if I die questions were running through my mind, but I did Not have much choice there. At 2:00 pm I’m prepped and taken into surgery. By now I am ready to just fall asleep. I was given a second dosage of the epidural and I could not stay awake for the life of me. I fought so hard and I won but I felt so bad.  Being that sleepy was killing me.
At 2:15 pm, Nicolas is born weighing in at 7.7 lbs and 20.5 inches long.
I saw him from the corner of my eye and heard his little cry. It was such an emotional moment, I wish I had been more awake to experience it. But I was in love and thankful he was well.
They cleaned him up and took him away while I was being closed up. You feel them cutting into you, pulling the baby out and closing you up. It’s a weird sensation. You feel no pain but know you are being messed with. They were done and the doctor came to talk to me to ask how I was feeling… Apparently I dosed off for a second and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
Doc was frightened.. Are you okay? I say yes, I’m just really sleepy. At which point he says you were gone for a second there. Nurse, keep an eye on her.
GREAT! Now I really won’t sleep. I fought so hard to stay awake and any hospital staff that entered the room was asked by me. Am I okay to sleep? I’m scared I won’t wake up. I did sleep eventually and am still here.
Hope you enjoyed my birth story. How about you? How was yours? Let me know in the comments below.


Books I’m Reading & Recommend

For the Love: Fighting for Grace in a World of Impossible Standards by Jen Hatmaker
The Absorbent Mind by Maria Montessori
Bringing Up Bébé: One American Mother Discovers the Wisdom by Pamela Druckerman

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