The Adventure of I Should Be Sleeping Since My Newborn Son Is

After less than 5 hours of sleep since a certain little baby didn't seem to want to sleep last night, we started our morning off not so great. I heard my husband's alarm go off. 8am means its time to wake up, not fall back to sleep. And that's exactly what David did. Normally I stay awake cause I get paranoid about everything, including my husband making it to work on time but today I also fell asleep again after his alarm went off. 

Now my husband also has an alarm signaling its 5 minutes to 9am since he can easily walk to work and he has to leave by 9 to make it there on time. That alarm went off and it was a rush. This meant I had to get William ready to go too and I had no time to breastfeed him before leaving. David made a bottle, I changed William's dirty diaper, packed the diaper bag and we were out. Good thing William falls asleep when the car is moving cause he didn't get to eat very much when we had to get in the car. Once again, thank God for caffeine. 

Once home, I finished feeding my little bundle of joy his factory made crap (I really don't like feeding him formula) and he fell asleep for a few minutes but as soon as I put him down he was not happy. I eventually had to feed him again, this time with a boob instead of a bottle, to get him to settle down. He's been asleep for the last 2 hours (hallelujah) which means I should be too, but I think I will wait till after lunch time or when he wakes up again. Falling asleep now means I have to move him since I'm half laying half sitting since I was feeding him. He's comfortably asleep on my chest currently (he really likes to sleep there). 

On another note: while I was breastfeeding William this morning, I realized I put his pants on backwards. Oops.

The Adventure of Our First Can't Get The Baby To Sleep Night

It wasn't until after 3am when David and I finally got our two week old son to fall asleep... and stay there. I don't breastfeed my son at night; I get too frustrated to try to work with him cause we both get impatient at night. Plus my husband can help by warming up either stored breast milk or a bottle of formula, whichever we have on hand. He polished off the milk I had pumped for him and since I was still awake I tried to give him the boob cause he was acting like he was still hungry. Well, he didn't want the boob either. David tried walking around holding him and when baby William finally drifted off he was passed to me where he woke up. We did this a couple of times with no luck. Then we had a glimmer of hope. He was asleep in David's arms so he laid him down in the bassinet. We held our breath as he started to stir but he quieted down. David crawled into bed, exhausted and dreading having to wake up at 8am for work. He snuggle up next to me and a few moments later we were holding our breath again as William stirred in his sleep again. 

"Oh, God dammit," David said as he through back the covers when our son started crying. David was getting frustrated as was I. This time I had David make me a bottle of formula; it worked. Rather than risking waking our infant I had to sleep holding him, something I'm used to since I've done it since day one. Thank God for caffeine. 

The Adventure of Stretch Marks

It was bound to happen. I'm tall and thin; there was no way I could come out of a pregnancy without stretch marks. As my tummy grew, though, I could not find any. When William was born I still could not see any stretch marks. Mostly relieved, I was still slightly disappointed that I didn't earn my "warriors wound," my "badge of honor." I all ready have stretch marks on my ass from high school (I was blessed with a booty) from that growing but where was my "mommy mark?" For the last 2 weeks though I did notice a couple red squiggles on my thighs, practically invisible due to my tanned skin but I thought I had just pinched my leg during labor or something. Tonight I realized that they weren't marks from me grabbing my legs or something during labor, those squiggles are stretch marks! Well now we know where all that pregnancy weight gain went. 

The Adventure of Knowing Me

Other people might not find my life exciting or fantastic but I think I'm living the dream (aside from being flat broke in a teeny tiny house that I'm renting). I'm 21 years old and I think I'm pretty damn lucky for everything I have. I have a wonderful husband, David, that I've had the privilege of knowing since high school. We've been a couple since August 2009 and our first wedding Anniversary will be on August 7 of this year. I have a beautiful baby boy, William, who will be 3 weeks old on Tuesday. I have a dog that is a year old. He's a mix of Staffordshire Terrier, Shar Pei and Pit Bull and he thinks he's the size of a Shih Tzu. I call him my Hell Hound since he gets overly excited when people come over. His name is Emmet (yes I realize he's named after a Twilight vampire, yes it was kind of on purpose, no its not because I used to be obsessed with the books). I have a cat thats 3 years old and she's all black. Her name is Pumpkin but she only responds to Kitty. I am currently a stay at home mom, or a homemaker if you prefer that term. That does not mean I do the whole 50's house wife thing... in fact more often then not, even before I was pregnant, my house is a mess. Even though I'm completely broke and can't do a whole lot in the money department, I really have everything I've ever wanted. So enjoy my blog cause it's really going to be a whole lot of "adventures" and probably some ranting. And if you do take the time to read it, thank you!