9 Months…3/4 of a year…What the heck?
15lbs 9oz (apparently our scales were quite off)
27″
I don’t even know where to begin. I suppose this won’t be our actual 9 month check-up since you’re currently screaming, “Ma ma ma maaaaaaaaaaa” in my ear because I took a pen out of your hand. This has been quite a month and most of it can be summed up by your current mood. You’re sweet, beautiful and so, so very opinionated.
Filed under 9 month | Comments (2)It’s All About Support
For a few weeks, I’ve been looking into what it would take to become a lactation consultant. After all the challenges Ben and I encountered during breastfeeding and the help we received from the amazing LCs we came in contact with in the process, I really couldn’t think of anything I’d want to do more than to help people with one of the hardest things I had come across in becoming a first time mom.
Unfortunately, after researching the number of classes you have to take and the cost, I realized we just aren’t in a place right now for me to follow that path. I have neither the time nor willingness to be away from Ben that long and God knows we don’t have the money. So I began searching other options.
I came across the info for WIC Breastfeeding Peer Counselor almost by mistake. It’s a relatively new program and it just had it’s funding cut. After searching out as much info on it as I could, I squeeled at Eric about what a perfect job it would be for me.
After some digging, I found the number for the woman who runs the breastfeeding PC program in Colorado, who then lead me to the two counties that they have the counseling programs in, both counties were definitely NOT the counties I am in. As it turned out, both the women who ran their county programs were on vacation. I left messages and emailed.
(Wow, I’m really long winded. I apologize…but won’t be stopping anytime soon. I like detailed records, people. DETAILED!)
One called me back in about a week’s time to tell me she wasn’t hiring and didn’t think the other woman was either. She’d send me out an app and keep it on hand. I was bummed, but, heck, keeping an application on file is always a good start!
The woman from the other county turned out to not be the woman who ran the program. She forwarded my email onto the woman who did run the program…who was on vacation. How unlucky can I be?
A week or so later, I heard back from her. They were hiring. I nearly wet my pants. I also filled out my application and called the next morning for my interview, which went amazingly well. They said they’d get back to me by the following week (this week). I realized after leaving that I never asked the pay because honestly? I don’t care. This is a dream job for me. Pay me in kisses, I don’t care.
So this entire week I’ve been telling Eric, “I’m so bummed I didn’t get the job” because I am a pessimist. I don’t like getting my hopes up for something I’m not sure of. Which is the exact reason I haven’t posted a thing about it here. He kept saying, “There’s no way you didn’t get that job unless there was some sort of nepotism involved. And you don’t want to work for nepotists, do you?” He’s lovely. It hasn’t helped that I’ve had a bit of strep and no voice for the past few days so I’ve felt sorry for myself on top of it all.
About 3 hours ago, I got a call. I got the job.
I GOT THE JOB!
The moment I got off the phone, I screeched, “YAY!” at the top of my sick lungs and my once recovering voice disappeared once again. But who cares? I GOT THE JOB!!
Filed under breastfeeding, etc | Comments (13)Pay It Forward Craft Exchange
It started sometime last year, I believe, and God knows if it’s still going but I’m going to hop right in on it anyway. This paragraph sums it up nicely:
I will send a handmade gift to the
first3 random people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week… LOL… but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.
I’m going with 3 random instead of the 3 first because I’m really hoping to draw folks out to comment on this one. I’ll close comments on Friday.
Filed under etc, sewing | Comments (3)I’m One of Those Moms
Ben started getting really hot and bright red last night. Turns out he had a fever of 101. I kinda freaked out and called the ped immediately because I was convinced it was because he got an itchy nose from french fries earlier. Did I mention it was midnight? It was midnight. And I made the mistake of looking up “fever” and “flushed” in infants and reading all about fifths. *shakes head* Yeah, “Uh, we don’t worry until it’s over 105 rectally…” I already knew that but, still…
He has his first cold and I feel awful for him but he seems to be pretty happy other than that. Poor kid and his overreacting mama.
Filed under 8 month, sick | Comments (2)Why Reproduction Should Be a Right Earned
I’m sure by now most mamas have read the tale of the raging idiot in Denver, Katreice Trujillo, who gave her 3 month old baby meth. If you haven’t, the story is basically that Katriece Trujillo (who has recently popped up on craigslist and backpage with ads for “incalls” - wow, a meth addicted hooker, that’s a new one) was broke and bought $40 of meth. (She was broke so she bought meth? Great idea!) She put the meth bag down next to the formula and accidently managed to mix it in the baby’s bottle. Huh? The baby then went into seizures and she took him to Children’s Hospital. Of course, then she told the cops she was lying, so who the hell knows what the story is. Now that we’re all caught up…
WHAT THE HELL?!? This woman had an older son that was, thank the Lord, taken away after they arrested her at Children’s Hospital for trying to kill her kid. I hear stories about mothers like this and I just cannot believe that while so many amazing women are unable to have children, this one is allowed to breed on a regular basis. It hardly seems fair.
Filed under news, rant | Comment (1)What’s With the Hand Squeezing Thing?
Just when I thought signing was a worthless endeavour.
Ben was just in my dad’s lap, squeeling at me. Dad says, “MAAAH, MAAAH! COME GET ME!” and does the sign for milk.
“Why are you doing that? Did Ben do that?”
“Yeah, he’s yelling at you and doing that. *Dad does it again* What’s with the hand squeezing thing, Ben?”
“THAT’S THE SIGN FOR MILK!”
He wanted to nurse and he wanted a nap.
Too
flippin
cool
