Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Hazel is 2 Months

Hazel turned two months old yesterday, and all the cliches of time going too quickly apply.

11 lbs 12.6 oz
23 inches long
39 cm head circumference

Current nicknames:
Diva cakes
Hazel teeny (and teeny Hazel)
Hazy baby

As of right now there is no evidence that she will have any lasting problems from her blood issues at birth. Her kidneys, heart, and liver are all doing their job. My vocabulary isn't adequate enough to express the gratitude I have for two healthy children.

Everyone told us that the second child would be nothing like the first and for the most part we have found it to be true. However there are a few exceptions; both kids adore their Papa and have major acid reflux.

We thought Roland cried a lot... and then we had Hazel. She was so uncomfortable and so upset, all the time. With the help of a pediatrician who specializes in GI issues we figured out Hazel has major issues digesting most food sources along with a severe case of GERD (or baby reflux). After she had been on her new formula for about a week her mood drastically improved and after a few weeks of her being on her acid reflux medicine it was like we had a new baby. I must say I am entirely grateful to live in the time and place we do because without access to good healthcare and without the freedom to choose our pediatrician we would have one cranky girl on our hands.

Hazel loves to be swaddled and will sleep up to seven hours at night when she is. She coos a bit but mostly smiles. She loves when her brother cuddles her, but she usually looses interest before he does. She naps best when she is in her car seat or one of us is wearing her (which I love and take full advantage of).

We still haven't figured out a lullaby just for her yet. We've tried a few but nothing seems to fit so far.

Little Hazel you have completely changed our lives, and we are tremendously grateful!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Having Children Isn't A Disability

Today a friend said something I can't stop thinking about. She said "Children aren't a disability." It was in the context of enjoying our kids versus acting like they are a burden.

I thought about it as I cleaned up after Hazel's projectile vomit for the third time today... I thought about it as I heard "You sure have your hands full." numerous times while running errands with both kids... and as I tried to calm two crying children on the way home when we got stuck in traffic.

I've heard time and time again "Being a parent is so difficult." I have even said it. But honestly, compared to what? Is there anything in my life as rewarding as parenthood that isn't difficult? Is that not true of all worthwhile goals?

Having children isn't an obligation, it isn't something that gets in the way of life, and it isn't something to groan through.

Being a mom is amazing, and my children are some of my best friends. There is something that I absolutely love about each day. I have never had a friend who didn't frustrate or annoy me, and my kids are the same. But for the most part we have a lot of fun and that is why I choose to be around them all day, most days.

So maybe if you find yourself complaining about being a parent more than not, if the sleepless nights and endless worry are starting to get to you maybe it's time to reevaluate why and how you're parenting.

Because while parenting has it's difficult moments, there's no reason it can't be a lot of fun too.

Monday, July 13, 2015

And five years in the making...

Gabe and I are coming up on our five year anniversary next month. I remember so well planning (or frustrating our planner by not planning) our wedding and being newly engaged and wide eyed and in love.

Don't get me wrong, I am still head over heels but this is a deeper love. One that includes babies, and stress weight, and in-laws who I am so grateful for. We have experienced success and loss, sickness and health. Gabe has dealt with my pregnancy mood swings and loves me still.

We have said goodbye to dreams, and welcomed new ones we didn't know we had. I'm not sure what the future holds but if it is as happy as the past I look forward to it, and if it as difficult I want Gabe by my side.

Photography by Joshua Eaton

Sunday, July 5, 2015

This is what the 4th of July looks like with two babies. Fireworks at our house and both kids in bed by 10.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Roland the Rambunctious

Roland has become increasingly independent, and for the most part we are thrilled. He also has become just tall enough to start pulling things off the kitchen counters, only to have them come crashing down on him.

Last Monday I was changing Hazel's diaper when Roland asked for a "bamana" (his current favorite food). He got a mischievous grin on his face and ran into the kitchen. The next thing I knew there was a loud crash, a broken bowl, and a grinning Roland who had found his banana. Then I saw the blood. Initially it looked like he just had a few superficial cuts on the upper side of his left wrist. But while I was cleaning it I realized just how deep one of the cuts was.

Thankfully, Gabe was almost home from work anyways and off to Urgent Care we went. At this point Roland's biggest frustration was the bandage I had put on his wrist and he was doing his best to wiggle free of his parents and run around. Once the Dr looked at his wrist they decided he needed a few stitches. We had the option of topical pain medication and restraining him or sedation at the hospital. We chose to restrain him. As I held him down (in addition to being swaddled and two nurses helping) I tried to distract him by asking if he wanted some ice cream. The poor kid just kept saying "No, bamana. Bamana. Bamana."

A week later we are stitches and glass decor free, and Roland loves his bamanas more than ever.