Sunday, November 11, 2012

Christmas...already?

Whit and I had to go to Toys R Us yesterday, which turns out was a bad idea. I had no clue that Christmas in retail was already starting, but that may be from us becoming hermits these past couple of weeks. (It's the only way to keep me from spending money unnecessarily!) Anyhoo, it was cray-cray: tons of people, tons of  sales, and Christmas music was already playing. Normally, I love Christmas, but the past few haven't been as wonderful as I would like. Two years ago, we barely got moved into our house in time to decorate, then I had a nasty bout of the flu. Last year I was so nauseated from the pregnancy that I didn't *really* decorate. So this year I was all excited about finally getting to decorate our home and especially with it being Whit's first, and then... We may move. Then, we probably won't move, but we definitely will be broke. Ugh!

So. Right now I'm selling off most of my maternity clothes and a few pre-pregnancy pieces on ebay to pay off the medical bills. And hopefully by black Friday we'll have enough to buy Christmas presents and the new things we'll need this year. Like stockings! Ben and I have never had stockings for ourselves, but I guess this year I need to find all three of us one. Which has started quite a flurry of Google searches, Facebook queries and a little soul searching. It would be easy to find some pretty stockings to by and have our names embroidered, but the crafty person in me just can't stand that idea. But then the not-so-crafty side reminds me that all I can do is sew and it's been years since I've embroidered. Herumph.

Felted stockings?
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 Quilted stockings? And I haven't tried quilting in a loooong time.
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Or straight up sewn stocking? Kinda plain jane.
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Then again making one is dependent on just how much time I actually get to work on them. And with Ben working in retail that time alone to craft is shrinking by the week!

Friday, November 9, 2012

Oops!

Just realized I never posted pictures from our road trip to Meridian to visit my side of the family. Or Whit's Halloween costume. So without further ado:








Pumpkin hat my mom made for Whit. So cute!






Wednesday, November 7, 2012

No longer a newborn...


...because someone has graduated to infant!

At three months, Whit...

...is still a morning baby. He is definitely at his best at 8-9am, and is slowly losing his dislike for the early evening. Yay!

...is still in size 2 diapers. And is getting a little too long and too wide for some 3 month old clothes, but is a little too short for 6 month old clothes.

...is getting stronger every day! He is so close to rolling over from back to belly, has begun sitting up fairly well with just a hand on his back or holding his hands, and has started scooting on his back! Today I had put him on his activity mat while I fed the dogs, when I came back a couple of minutes later he had scooted his head off the mat, off the rug and almost into the wall! The poor guy had a curtain over his face, haha!

...loves for people to sing to him. And really loves for people to talk with him. Though he hasn't spoken much, apparently no one has the magic touch in that department except my friend Summer.

...finally got to meet his other great-grammie, other uncle, and a LOT of cousins last week.

...has started noticing the television, which has made me very nervous.

...no longer minds clothes changing at all. Sometimes he thinks it's pretty funny.

...has laughed out loud for real twice!

...runs hot. We're still walking during the day when we can (since I've gone back to work), and I don't have to worry about bundling him up because when we get back he usually has sweat through his clothes.

...now loves his infant/toddler rocker/chair his Mimi got him. He loves the vibrations, which came in handy when he had a fever and didn't want to be held.

...helped Mama vote in his first election. And boy did those poll workers eat him up!

...loves playing tasty baby, bath time (now just on a towel in the tub, instead of his sling-thing), dancing, anything involving playing with his feet (especially "patty feet"), and is a huge fan of ceiling fans. (yeah yeah, I had to do it!)

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Holy frijoles, the bills!


I don't think that's quite all of our bills from having Whit, surely there's a couple more filed away somewhere. I have to admit I was not prepared AT ALL for how expensive the actual labor and delivery was going to be! We had saved up nearly $1000 for Whit's arrival and that covered about a third of the medical bills. I think in total we racked up $3500? Oy! And believe me I could spend a lengthy amount of time being angry at our insurance company for a couple of things (like changing our coverage in the middle of my pregnancy without telling us or giving us the option of switching plans, etc.), but I won't. I will however let you in on a few ways I've learned to save some money along the way.

1. If you know you're going to rack up a lot of bills, see if your employer offers a health savings account. A health savings account takes money from your paycheck before income tax is taken out and sets it aside for medical expenses. The downside is if you don't use that money, at the end of the year you lose it. Next time we're for sure doing this. Our insurance company had a cost estimator on their website before I got pregnant that estimated having a baby was somewhere in the $900 range. Had I known that was a gross underestimate or that Ben was also going to be sick, we would have signed up this year!

2. The cheapest option is home birth, then birthing center, then hospital. I was already hesitant about home births before, but now after Whit's scary beginnings I for sure won't ever have one. But we will definitely look into a birthing center and midwives next time around.

3. Don't have a c-section or epidural! Now I see why a lot of women want to go natural and not have c-sections... it's cur-razy expensive! Now, that being said, I will probably never try to go natural and I wasn't shooting for a c-section, but it's what had to happen. Shit happens.

4. Know your body. I've always been pretty damn in tune with myself physically. I can feel a cold coming on days before it does. If my stomach hurts, I can tell you which of my ten issues is causing the problem. Point is, I know myself way better than a doctor or nurse. So when I told the nurses I was nauseated because of the anesthesia and that I would like some Phenergran and they gave me Zofran pills instead I was furious. But I was exhausted and out of my element and went along with it. Now I know better, I want what I want and don't give me anything "in the mean time" to charge me for later. If you know stool softeners don't work on you, tell the nurse you're not taking it. (I hid a bottle of Miralax in my bag for just such emergencies.) And if you want to go home a day or two early, do it. We left a day early because we were too tired to stay any longer, and we could have left the day before that, which would have saved us about $600.

5. See if you can eat your own food and not get charged the "board". Honestly, I've always liked hospital food... I know, I know, I'm crazy. But when my friend Amanda was in the hospital after her c-section I heard her ask someone to bring her take out. And I thought, really?! We definitely had some people I could have asked to cook for us, especially once I realized I was getting as much leafy greens as I like to normally eat.

6. Take everything you can! Everyone will tell you this, so don't worry you won't forget.

Basically, speak up! If you have questions, ask. Once I was back to feeling like myself I found out the minor pain pills they were giving me were basically a big Aleve. Like I don't already own some Aleve!

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Random fall and cute pictures... prepare thyself!







Vibrating rocking chair = awesome.
 





Flying
 

My friend Amanda, who is five days younger than me and her baby Pierce, who is 9 days younger than Whit.
Whit's buddy, Summer. Whit hadn't been very chatty until she got on the phone with him last week, then he was all ooh's and aah's.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Post-baby body blues

First, let me say I feel so much better than the scale would have you to believe. The other night I overheard part of this story on Nightline about celebrity moms affect the way we see ourselves and how we should look after having a baby. It wasn't anything new to me, but it felt so good to hear other moms talk about how they struggled with weight loss and accepting their post-baby bodies too. I knew there were other women out there struggling with the same things I'm beating myself up about every once in a while, but it was like I needed to be told right then that it's okay and that I'm on the right track with eating healthy and exercising and that I'm not alone. Something in the story that really struck home was the mom that when her son asked for a picture of the two of them together she started to say no because of how she looked, but then thought better of it. Lately I had been shying away from pictures of Whit and I together, not because of the weight, but I just look so tired and much older than I used to look. But then I remembered how annoyed I would get at my grandma when she wouldn't take pictures with me and how annoyed I get now at my mother-in-law about the same thing. So, I decided to get over it. My son doesn't give a shit what I look like! He will always love me for who I am, not how much I weigh. So...



Gosh, he's so adorable! And smart! This ended up being a pretty fun game. I had my iPhone camera turned so we could see ourselves and I would make a face, then he would try to copy it. Whit hasn't been a huge fan of mirrors (well, he would be except he loves the lights above them soooo much more), so this was a fun way to get him to notice himself and interact with me at the same time. 

Monday, October 15, 2012

You know you're a grown-up when...

...you want to tell your husband all about your day, but instead shut up and listen to him babble happily to his newborn son.