Once Bitten, Twice Shy…

29 01 2008

Well, it finally happened. Drew bit me. When his first tooth had popped through, I had worried over it…but then he lulled me into a false sense of security. So when his second tooth arrived, I focused on how proud I was, instead of the looming implications. And then it happened – 4 AM, early one morning. While feeding him in the glider in his room, we both began to doze off. My head was tilted back on the chair while he was supposed to be eating. I brought my head forward just in time to see his jaw position change, but in my fatigued state I wasn’t fast enough, or conscious enough, to reach down and stop him. The whole scene seemed to play out in slow motion as I saw him bite down and felt those two sharp tiny teeth. Unfortunately, it got even worse when I howled, scaring Drew awake. He pulled off quickly without letting go first which, of course, precipitated another howl from me. Drew just laid there wide-eyed, looking at me like I was crazy. I have since healed, thankfully…but, I have to tell you, I am now overly attentive whenever Drew eats, even if it’s 4am. And, I confess, I’m looking forward to giving him solid foods next month to give him a different way to use those little chompers.





Joy in the ordinary

29 01 2008

100_2121.jpgI know that all of Drew’s developmental milestones are normal, but I have to confess, Tim and I are enamored and obsessed with them. Maybe by the second or third child, the wonder will wear off, but it’s hard for me to imagine how all of these things could ever become just ‘par for the course’. How could it be just ordinary when he grabs at us to explore our faces with his chubby little hands? Or when he squeals with delight when we blow raspberries on his belly? Will I ever stop being excited when I hear him saying “mamamamamama”, even though I know he’s not really referencing me just yet? I can’t imagine being blase when he throws his arms around my neck and holds on so tight because he doesn’t want to go to bed at night. And the smile and giggle I get when I look in on him in the morning – I feel like I could replay them for the rest of my life and never tire of it. It’s hard because I can often see the glazed over look in friends eyes when we start to talk about the new and ‘exciting’ things Drew is doing, and I think, “Oh no! We’ve become THOSE people…the ones that bore everyone with constant stories about their genius child.” But, unfortunately, we seem to be unable to help ourselves. Drew is a wonder – and everything about him is perfectly miraculous.





My husband, the Superhero

12 01 2008

My husband is a superhero – you know, the kind that sweeps in to save the day at just the right time and in miraculous fashion. And I am so thankful I married him. Drew has been having sleeping issues (again) for the last few days, and, of course, that means I’ve been having sleeping issues too. Last night, I put him to bed at 8, and I went to bed at 9, hoping for a little rest before any drama began. Drew then woke up at 9, however, screaming his head off, and then again at 10. I could not figure out what was wrong with him. He would just scream and scream. Then, he would roll over like he was trying to go to sleep, but a few seconds later he would start screaming again. I tried everything I could think of to help, but nothing would soothe him. I finally resorted to kneeling by the crib and rubbing his tummy while he screamed and I cried. Enter my superhero husband…Tim came in and offered to try and adjust Drew (Tim’s a chiropractor for those who don’t know). Since Drew was born, Tim’s been adjusting him and I’ve been amazed at the results. And last night, Tim worked a miracle. He took Drew, adjusted him, and then sat down in the rocker to just hold him. I added my lame help by handing him the pacifier before putting my pathetic self back in bed. In the next room, I heard Drew go from screaming, to crying, to small whimpers, to silence. And shortly after, I saw Tim head back downstairs to finish up his work. He had worked a miracle. I am so blessed to have a husband who knows just when and how to rush in to save the day (and the night!).





Today: Just the toilet…

12 01 2008

I’ve started having much smaller goals than I used to. It was a long and frustrating process to get here, but I’ve finally had to accept I am just not one of those people who can get everything done and come out looking like me and my house belong in a Pottery Barn catalogue. I desperately want to be that person, but when I try, inevitably Drew will not nap well, and I end up getting a hundred things started and none finished by the time Tim comes home from work and then the house looks like a Toys R Us exploded instead of the peaceful place where I’d like to live. So, I’ve begun making my to do lists smaller. I tell myself things like, “Today, if I can clean the upstairs bathroom, it will be a good day…” And then I focus all energies that don’t go to the baby on getting that bathroom clean. So far, it’s working pretty well, and on the days when I am successful, and I don’t listen to the voices telling me I should be doing so much more, I can lay my head on my pillow at night and sigh with contentment – for today, the toilet is clean. I am hoping that eventually I will be able to add more to my repertoire, like ‘today, I’m going to clean the bathroom AND empty the dishwasher’. But we’ll see how things go with this strategy for now.  It really makes me wonder though if those all put together moms I see around me are really all put together and if so, how do they do it?!