Random Tash

Tim is on call yet again. Leaving me home with baby and … mouse.

Seriously.

Last night I had another mouse encounter. But this one is still at large in the house. Tim is 99.99% sure it went into the laundry room, but since our bedroom is right next to the laundry room (where we and the baby sleep) i am not reassured. Tim blocked the laundry room off and I haven’t seen/heard the house all day … hopefully Tim can catch it tomorrow post-call.

I just went on Pinterest. I’d probably love it if I had any free time – for now it is just another time suck that I could be better using to read or sleep. Still, it will be nice to go on a bit when I am watching movies with Tim as I get too bored of just staring at the tv/computer screen.

I feel like Tim is always on call. He does 1 in 4 call. It sucks. I miss him.

It was -31 today with the windchill. We stayed home. No way am I going out in that kind of cold, let alone taking a baby out. We have things to do tomorrow and Thursday so I am really hoping it warms up or else I`ll be getting the snow suits on.

I ate a box of stove stop stuffing for dinner. Because I am lazy.

I’m sort of obsessed with Colin and stare at the monitor when he is sleeping. Which isn’t a lot because he doesn’t sleep much. Or else he sleeps on me and I stare at his face directly.

I love (but in a much lesser way than how I love Colin) pretzels, oatmeal cookies, coffee, Pepsi and granola bars.

My car won’t start and it is probably the starter which is expensive to fix. So i was prevented from going to Chapters and spending a ton of money. Does life always even out?

I spend a ridiculous amount of money on groceries but never have anything to eat.

How does one get to take a shower when the baby is too big for his exersaucer which is in the bathroom?

I would really like to be able to pee without someone watching me.

I hate the snow when I am not skiing.

I haven’t skied in over 2 years.

Toys R Us threw up in my house.

Hello my forgotten blog. I fear I have forsaken you for the joys of raising a baby that never sleeps. And who would love nothing more than to eat the computer.

I start back to work 2 months from today. I am trying not to get too upset. I love being home with my baby. I need to remember that I love my job too. The worst part is that C and I have to move away from Tim. I am so happy C will be too little to remember this time. And that we will see Tim every weekend.

Daycare is lined up. Apartment is lined up. Sleep not so much. Me time not so much either. I honestly spend my free time reading about babies, looking at pictures of Colin or talking about him (intermingled with doing chores). I need to get better about taking me time. So I hope to get back to this blog. But I’m not making any promises because if forced to choose I’d rather take a bath with a good book.

As a newborn Colin did the typical poop after/during each feeding thing. So feeding every 2 hours = pooping every 2 hours.

It slowed down as he reached 2 months and became a twice a day thing. At around 3 months he went to once a day. Then, at 4 months, he went to once or twice a week (normal for babies who are exclusively breastfed because apparently breast milk is so perfect it is possible that there can be little waste).

Now, at almost 5 months (tomorrow!), he is back to pooping every second day. And occasionally pooping at night. In the middle of the night.

Col is a silent pooper. His toots are as loud as a grown man and smell disgusting. But his poops are silent and don’t always come with accompanying grunts. Usually they are foreshadowed by some aggressive tooting, but sometimes not.

This means that in addition to getting up repeatedly throughout the night to see if he is still breathing, I get up to see if he has pooped. Meaning, I sniff his butt. Throughout the night. To see if he smells like buttered popcorn. Sure enough, every few nights I find a poop. I’m afraid to not check and have him sit in a poopy diaper all night. Which would make me a bad mother. Which even I know is not true. But would I ever feel guilty. So I sniff his bum when I check to see if he is breathing or not. And I spend time writing a blog post about it.

This is what my life has become.

Someone is finally getting himself some teeth!

After showing teething symptoms for, like, 2 months … I finally feel a sharp edge poking through his gums. Just in time for him to turn 5 months. I’m glad to find an explanation as to why he was up and needing comforting every hour last night. Makes the sleep deprivation okay as long as there is a good reason for it.

I’m at the point where I had to cave and ask the husband for help. Tim typically sleeps upstairs in the guest room because he needs a good night’s sleep with all the surgerizing he does. Would you feel comfortable if you found out your doctor was up all the with a baby?  Probably not. So I tell him to sleep and enjoy it. But lately Col has needed me to comfort him a lot, not just feed. And Tim is not doing a surgery rotation right now. So I asked him to come back to the master bedroom and give me a hand. We’ll see how that goes. His snoring may be worse at waking me up than the baby is …

Whether it was the vacationing for 2 months a year in Florida with my family, or the spending the rest of the year living in Nova Scotia and being surrounded by the water (literally, it’s a peninsula), I’ve always been a beach person.  I have many happy memories walking beaches and collecting shells or curling up with Tim on a blanket in the evening and watching the waves roll in with a cup of hot chocolate. When I was living in Toronto I missed the smell of the salt water. So when Tim was sent to Moncton I was happy to join him knowing that we were minutes away from a beautiful beach – Parlee Beach.

I was really hoping that I would get to spend some of the summer at the beach with my boy – and I have.

He loves looking at the water but shrieks when I dip his toes in it.

He loves the feel of the sand. But not so much the taste.

And he is happiest of all in the sun shelter hanging out with Mom and looking at all the people.

It’s crazy to think that next year he’ll be running around, swimming and building sand castles!