what a beautiful day to celebrate being a mom...and to all the other moms i now 'get it'...the joys of being a mom...im only 3 mos in, but i 'get it'...happy mother's day to all of us!
Monday, May 12, 2008
top 10
top 10 wonderful things about being a mom...
10. falling madly in love with another man...and my husband being in support of it
9. waking up to a sweet stretch and smile
8. cooing---one of the sweetest sounds to a new mom's ears
7. letting go of everything else
6. watching development
5. nurturing development
4. discovering the world all over again and in such a new light
3. such excitement over just being there
2. holding such a sweet boy that just melts into my arms
1. william gregory pearson
10. falling madly in love with another man...and my husband being in support of it
9. waking up to a sweet stretch and smile
8. cooing---one of the sweetest sounds to a new mom's ears
7. letting go of everything else
6. watching development
5. nurturing development
4. discovering the world all over again and in such a new light
3. such excitement over just being there
2. holding such a sweet boy that just melts into my arms
1. william gregory pearson
pump up the volume
there were a lot of things that i though would be 'hard' in terms of being a new mom...lack of sleep, exhaustion, soreness, frustration with a crying baby, and such. these things seemed to come with the territory, but one i never really realized has to do with pumping.
today in particular...i switched cars with chad and so i had his truck. i unfortunately have to pump either on the way to or the way home from work. yes...you read right...pumpin' and driving'---if i were a hip hop fan, maybe i could write some poetry about this, but for now, i'll just fill you in on the dilemma.
so driving my car while pumping, makes it hard to pull up next to a big truck, that can look down and see everything from above. there's not really much to see except for tubes and wires, but i f i could turn up the volume...and someone had no familiarity with pumping...it would really sound like some funky torture machine...or something. so to keep the commentary at bay...i strategically have to pull up so that im right next to someones trunk so i don't have to get a look in from the passenger window wondering what in the world?!?!
so now to chad's truck. who would have known that his stick shift comes so close to the power adapter that you can't shift into first and/or third while the pump is plugged in. it's hard to drive without using those critical gears. so me...on the way home...
pump...pump...
unplug...shift...re plug...
pump...pump...
unplug...shift...re plug
pump...pump...
thank goodness for fourth and fifth gear and green lights
today in particular...i switched cars with chad and so i had his truck. i unfortunately have to pump either on the way to or the way home from work. yes...you read right...pumpin' and driving'---if i were a hip hop fan, maybe i could write some poetry about this, but for now, i'll just fill you in on the dilemma.
so driving my car while pumping, makes it hard to pull up next to a big truck, that can look down and see everything from above. there's not really much to see except for tubes and wires, but i f i could turn up the volume...and someone had no familiarity with pumping...it would really sound like some funky torture machine...or something. so to keep the commentary at bay...i strategically have to pull up so that im right next to someones trunk so i don't have to get a look in from the passenger window wondering what in the world?!?!
so now to chad's truck. who would have known that his stick shift comes so close to the power adapter that you can't shift into first and/or third while the pump is plugged in. it's hard to drive without using those critical gears. so me...on the way home...
pump...pump...
unplug...shift...re plug...
pump...pump...
unplug...shift...re plug
pump...pump...
thank goodness for fourth and fifth gear and green lights
the power of the "SHUSSSSHHHH"
when i was registering for baby items and looking through 'baby bargains' books and trying to figure out what i really NEEDED and what was just a gimmick, there were plenty of things i figure i could do without. i thought for sure that a crib would be a high need item. in fact, when i was first pregnant and mentioned to chad that we'd need to do a "nursery" and buy a crib, he was convinced we didn't need a nursery or a crib. "he can sleep in our drawer...we can change will on our bed...why do we need so much stuff...it'll be fine." now a few months into this, chad's favorite baby thing (besides the yoga ball---which is really more of a love/ hate relationship) is the changing table. the yoga ball kills our back, and the changing table saves it. or so he says. and we still have yet to use the crib...much less the nursery (though my sewing machine lives there...so it's getting a little workout)
well for me...i must say, one of my favorite items that i would have thought would never have been needed includes our white noise machines. we have 2 (one at the bed, one that's portable) and then the MOST important--- a digital voice recorder (that i used to use as a verbal to do list back when i had things 'to do' other than being a mom). the digital voice recorder has a 2 minute recording of our vacuum cleaner---that i recorded one nite out of pure exasperation... now, three mos later, im guessing that i've probably listened to that for 10+ hrs of our vacuum cleaner recording (no wonder my brain is mush). we take it most everywhere, and it has a volume control so that it can get pretty intense (chat HATES it---which is funny as vacuuming is chad's job in our relationship). anyway...who would have thought that the kiddo would love the vacuum cleaner so much...or rather it would calm him so much (is he destined for a life in the service industry?!).
there was a day a few weeks ago that our friend carlee was visiting. we were out downtown boulder and left the 'vacuum' in the car. sure enough william melted down. i tried nursing him as we walked down the street as there was nowhere to sit, so he was in the sling, crying, nursing, sputtering milk, as i smiled at the passerby's. then in harmony, carlee and i both started to "shhhh" (trying to sound as much like the vacuum cleaner as possible), and i even added it a bounce that tried to mimic the yoga ball....sure enough a few minutes later he was soundly sleeping, and comforted.
mother's day (i owe a whole blog entry to the day...more to come) was another time the vacuum cleaner came in handy. we went on a breakfast hike/ picnic to one of our favorite hiking spots. despite taking us 30 min to get out the door, and having to turn back around once b/c we forgot the baby carrier, we got there...we hiked...we ate...enjoyed the view...and even cooed a bit (will's fun new trick). on the way back, poor will, tired as could be, gave chad quite a workout...that is until we pulled out the 'vacuum.' there we were hiking this beautiful hike, and listening to the damn vacuum. we smiled at the passerby's, and no one even wondered who in the world was vacuuming the trail....or at least they didn't let on to us that they wondered. maybe they were parents too, with children who liked the sound of their vacuum.
well for me...i must say, one of my favorite items that i would have thought would never have been needed includes our white noise machines. we have 2 (one at the bed, one that's portable) and then the MOST important--- a digital voice recorder (that i used to use as a verbal to do list back when i had things 'to do' other than being a mom). the digital voice recorder has a 2 minute recording of our vacuum cleaner---that i recorded one nite out of pure exasperation... now, three mos later, im guessing that i've probably listened to that for 10+ hrs of our vacuum cleaner recording (no wonder my brain is mush). we take it most everywhere, and it has a volume control so that it can get pretty intense (chat HATES it---which is funny as vacuuming is chad's job in our relationship). anyway...who would have thought that the kiddo would love the vacuum cleaner so much...or rather it would calm him so much (is he destined for a life in the service industry?!).
there was a day a few weeks ago that our friend carlee was visiting. we were out downtown boulder and left the 'vacuum' in the car. sure enough william melted down. i tried nursing him as we walked down the street as there was nowhere to sit, so he was in the sling, crying, nursing, sputtering milk, as i smiled at the passerby's. then in harmony, carlee and i both started to "shhhh" (trying to sound as much like the vacuum cleaner as possible), and i even added it a bounce that tried to mimic the yoga ball....sure enough a few minutes later he was soundly sleeping, and comforted.
mother's day (i owe a whole blog entry to the day...more to come) was another time the vacuum cleaner came in handy. we went on a breakfast hike/ picnic to one of our favorite hiking spots. despite taking us 30 min to get out the door, and having to turn back around once b/c we forgot the baby carrier, we got there...we hiked...we ate...enjoyed the view...and even cooed a bit (will's fun new trick). on the way back, poor will, tired as could be, gave chad quite a workout...that is until we pulled out the 'vacuum.' there we were hiking this beautiful hike, and listening to the damn vacuum. we smiled at the passerby's, and no one even wondered who in the world was vacuuming the trail....or at least they didn't let on to us that they wondered. maybe they were parents too, with children who liked the sound of their vacuum.
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