Being mom can be a lonely job

Dear mom, thank you for all the times you cleaned me up when I was little and I was sick. I can’t imagine how many of my clothes and sheets and your clothes and sheets you had to clean from all those times. Or how many spills you cleaned up when I knocked something over, everywhere.

And thank you for making me the perfect get better tea and the perfect get better soup. I don’t know how you always knew know what will make me better when I’m sick. Especially all those times that dad was traveling and you had to handle both me and Jeff on your own.

Bailey was sick today. I’m hoping it’s a 24 hour bug. I gave him a bath, dressed him for bed, turned down the lights and nursed him. During this nightly ritual, he stops sometimes and grins up at me through the dusky light of the room. Tonight, he did that once, twice and then grimaced. The next thing I knew, he projectile vomited all over the both of us. Awesome… puke all over him, all over me, all over the chair… At least it wasn’t his bed (which I had already completely changed because of an earlier puking session).

Nothing like a hysterical baby laying there as you peel gross layers of clothing off of the both of you. Then I had to get him into new pjs and risk another nursing session before putting him down (on a towel) to go to sleep for the night.

It’s been a long day – Lee’s on his way back from a work trip. B woke up early. I had a full day of work and now this. I’ve never felt more like a mom than I do right now and it’s actually really lonely. Why? Because, all my life, I’ve always been the child – my mom has cleaned me up, comforted me, and most importantly ignored her discomfort until I’m settled. And now, I’m the mom doing all those things. And inside, I’m thinking this sucks! I feel bad for my baby but I really want to take a shower right now, not clean him up and settle him down to then take a shower, to then launder all our stuff, and so on.

It’s lonely being the one in charge of comforting and taking care of everyone. So, I’ll end where I began: thank you mom for… well… being my mom! And if you haven’t said thanks to your mom or dad or whoever was your caregiver growing up, maybe this will inspire you to thank them too.

p.s. I really don’t mean to leave out dads, it’s just that tonight’s events have really triggered a mommy-moment for me…what I probably really mean to say is that being a parent can be a lonely job. So, thank you dad for always being there for me too. I have the bestest parents ever – and I hope I’m have as good as they are at being a parent!

p.p.s And thank you Lee for being an awesome co-parent on this adventure! Though, I have to say, it’s definitely your turn to get puked on!!

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Nine month milestones

Bailey had a busy ninth month. He celebrated his first Hannukah and his first Christmas.

xmasHe went to his first birthday party. Shay was the first of our Bradley Method classmates to turn one! God, it feels like it was just last week that I climbed my big pregnant self up those two flights of stairs to attend our Tuesday night class with Judith and the other prego couples…he also attended my birthday bash at a Brazilian steakhouse. He loved being in the middle of the action and shoveled any type of food that we would lay down in front of him into his mouth. Oh yeah, Bailey is officially on finger food – avocado, sweet potato, mixed veggies, he’ll try anything. He does show particular preference for meatballs, blueberries and eggs. Hmm… now that I recall, I do remember eating a ton of burgers, blueberries and scrambled eggs when I was prego. Coincidence? I wonder.

Bailey also met his cousins (on both sides of the family) as well as a plethora of other family and friends back in Boston. He also got to meet his great grandpa Stan who will be celebrating his 100th birthday in just a few months. Bailey especially loved great grandpa’s bolo tie.

cousins1 cousins2 grandpa

Physically, Bailey has gotten stronger and more agile on a daily basis. He is constantly pulling himself up to standing with anything he can get his hands on. He then sits back down and repeats the exercise – over and over. During his ninth month he became particular quick at the belly crawl. If we leave a baby gate open, he’s out of the gate before you can blink. And when the gates are closed, he stands up and shakes the gate. Oh yeah! and he has also crawled up the stairs (under supervision!). It’s super cute. He will get up one step, turn back and grin, and then continue on.

However, his main mode of transportation is the unique Bailey crawl – where he pulls with one elbow and pushes with one leg, dragging the rest of him along.

Psst. here’s a sneak peak of turning 10 months – he’s taken a few hands and knees crawling steps each day this week. He also will do a downward dog move as if he is contemplating crawling on his hands and feet or maybe even standing up on his own but then changes his mind and gets back down on to his knees.

Back to month 9: In the course of three days, he had FOUR, count em FOUR top teeth come in. That was a rough couple of nights for all of us. It’s amazing how quickly a change can happen. On day one, his top middle right tooth broke through the gum line. The next day, the three surrounding teeth had broken through the gum line. On day three, the first tooth was noticeable longer. Can you imagine your tooth growing an eighth of an inch over night? Actually, that sounds kind of horrifying to me. With liberal Baby Motrin, teething tablets and cuddles, we got through the “teeth spurt” and our nights are getting back to normal. And for those of you who want to know – he has not tried to bite me with those four new teeth. He does like to squeak them together and blow spit through them (not while nursing!).

xylophoneIn Bailey’s ninth month, he started to wave to people and clap his hands. His love for music has also become more pronounced. He will bob his head up and down to more energetic songs and sway his head side to side to slower tunes. If I pick up the remote and ask him if he wants to hear some music. He will smile at me and bop his head in anticipation. I then press Power, and once he catches the beat, he will adjust his moves to match. The best is when he gets on his hands and knees and does some serious head banging. He’s actually bonked his head by accident. Or sometimes, he’ll really swing his head back and forth a la Stevie Wonder when he’s feelin’ the soul.

Needless to say, he has also become more vocal. I sometimes think he is trying to say certain words like hi, hello, duck (for his duckie)…we even have a great video of gma green swearing that she just heard him say “flower”.