Sherri81
Mom to Greg and Angel Bab
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2010
- Messages
- 1,975
- Reaction score
- 0
Urgh, no, it was no better last night.
With Colby we try to keep him awake in the evening as much as possible, which seems pretty contrary to what most of you are doing. I've found if I let him sleep after his feed around 8/9ish, then he will want to be awake from 2AM on. So we keep him awake as best as we can until about 10/11. And then we try to get him to sleep for an hour or so, until the 12/1 feed. That way he is usually tired enough to sleep throughout the night (well, what I consider sleeping through, lol). But last night, he was having none of it. He was awake until 11:30PM, then woke screaming at 1AM. So I fed him, and he refused to take more than 2 ounces (this just killes me when he does this). At 1:50AM, after 2 ounces, he fell back asleep. At 3:40AM he woke up screaming again. This time he took 1 ounce before falling asleep, and I forced another 1 ounce into him by physically pushing his chin closed on the bottle nipple. I hate doing it that way, but its something we learned to do with Greg...
Then he wouldn't go back to sleep until 5:30ish, woke up at 6:30 and I thought screw this, I am not feeding him another ounce or so, so I picked him up, put him on my chest, popped the soother in, and fell asleep. Then he woke up at 8AM screaming, so I fed him, and he pooped out after 3 ounces... These tiny feeds are driving me insane. He hasn't settled for a nap yet and its 10:52AM now...
As for what soother we are using, since I know there was discussion about this, I've found he still prefers the hospital kind. I have no clue where to buy them or what they're called. I stole a couple out of the hospital supply chest before we left the hospital. Oh no, my bad, lol. I figured they could help me out a bit...
Is pooing in the bath tub a big fear for people? Lol. I think it used to be for me, but now its such a normal occurence that it doesn't phase me. When he poos in the tub, its the same as what we see in his diaper; no more or less liquidy. If Ian is home, I just wrap him in a towel and get Ian to clean it and get me more tub water. If he's not home, I swaddle him, put him in his crib, and change everything up, put him back in, and finish the bath.
But I think i have a poo story to rival anyone's on here. Ian had this great idea to go to the lake the other day. Well, going anywhere with Colby now is less than fun, especially as IAn doesn't help out, and it falls on me to be Colby's everything, while Greg and Ian take off and have fun. So I was less than thrilled to pack up and head out, but whatever... So we'd been trying to switch him from the Nutramigen back to a regular formula. We get out there, and our lakes aren't that great. There is no beach to speak of really, just some sparse grass on a hill that leads into the lake. Its all uneven, lots of dirt and tufted grass, very uneven etc... Lots of ants.
So I put a towel down and proceed to try and bottle feed Colby while Ian and Greg are swimming. Pretty uncomfortable. Bum is sore and numb, and I'm hunched over trying to hold him while keeping my balance so we both don't tumble down into the lake...
He's wearing a little romper; I'm sitting him up for a burp. So I am sitting hunched, he is on the side of my lap, with my hand basically holding him off the ground, when I hear a rumble and a splat. Next thing I know, my hand is filled with runny/chunky poop. Ian had put his diaper on him and hadn't pulled the gusset out, so the poop had run out of the one side of his diaper, all into my hand, and all over my pants and shirt. So now I'm holding him with the clean hand, trying to keep him off the ground because ants are swarming, and if I just lay him down, he will roll into the lake. I can't get wipes or anything because there is so much poop in my hand. So I'm trying to be discreet and call to Ian to come up and help me, and he just keeps saying he doesn't want to come out because he'll be cold. Finally I yell "I'm covered in shit, so I really don't give a f*ck if you get cold, get your ass up here and help."
So he comes up, and all he does is open the wipes for me so I can clean the one hand. Then (asshole that he is), he says he is going to go with Greg and wash the lake water off of them, and he leaves me and Colby, both covered in shit, to figure things out on my own!
So, with the one sort of clean hand now, I had to wrangle the romper off and over his head without getting poop all over him. I had about 10 wipes in the travel pack, with which to clean him and me up. So I wipe him down as best as I can so the ant will stop trying to climb on him. Get a diaper on and get some clean pants on him. Lay him down in between my legs so he won't roll and the ants have a bit more of a barrier between him. Then I have to try to wipe myself off with the remaining wipes, and the change mat is covered in poop as well from where I had put the dirty clothes... We were just a mess. And all this time, Ian was gone.
I managed to minimize the damage. I got myself presentable. Got Colby cleaned and dressed because it was getting cold. Get the poopy clothes in a plastic bag. Clean the diaper bag. Get the dipaer and wipes into another bag to toss out, and managed to open a bottle of water and wash most of the poop off the ground from around us. All of this, and Ian still wasn't done washing up.
Needless to say, we left. I wasn't happy. Colby wasn't happy. The shittiest poop story I have ever experienced. And it raised my resentment of Ian to a whole other level.
And yes, I am right up there in the resentment of husband's right now.
He comes home from work, and yes, I understand he's had a super hard day driving around all day, not having to deal with people, eating when he feels like it, taking little 'dips' in a creek when its +30 out and he's waiting to be loaded, and listening to Jason Ellis on satellite radio... But really, when he comes into the house, and he smells something sour, and I am finally gone to empty my bladder because I just can't hold it anymore... perhaps he could check out what that smell is instead of heading downstairs immediately to go on the computer and download a movie, or clean himself up, or whatever. Would it really be so hard to track down the smell, see that Colby has not only puked all over himself in the bassinet, but that he's also shit everywhere as well, and I am peeing in the bathroom, and he can see a half empty bottle on the coffee table... Would it have been so hard to just wash his hands, pick Colby up and maybe clean him up a bit??
Or maybe, when the bedroom is covered in piles of clean clothes needing to be folded (floor and bed), and I can't even get the bassinet in the bedroom because of the piles of clothing, but I need someone to watch Colby so I can fold some stuff up.... Maybe, just maybe, he could forgoe shaving himself (which takes a good 40 minutes), and just have his shower, and then come out, relieve me of baby duty, so I could go fold some clothes so me and Colby have somewhere to sleep at night... Maybe he could have just waited one more day, until today (Friday), when he doesn't have time constraints on when he has to be in bed, and he could have shaved today... But no, he shaved, despite my protests, then 'gave' me an extra 15 minutes (when he should have been in bed), to fold some clothes and rearrange the rest so I could pull the bassinet into the bedroom.
Ummm, yeah, I'm slightly angry these days. There is every possibility that I am going to harm Ian one of these days. And really, if I did, would anyone be able to blame me?? Really...??
With Colby we try to keep him awake in the evening as much as possible, which seems pretty contrary to what most of you are doing. I've found if I let him sleep after his feed around 8/9ish, then he will want to be awake from 2AM on. So we keep him awake as best as we can until about 10/11. And then we try to get him to sleep for an hour or so, until the 12/1 feed. That way he is usually tired enough to sleep throughout the night (well, what I consider sleeping through, lol). But last night, he was having none of it. He was awake until 11:30PM, then woke screaming at 1AM. So I fed him, and he refused to take more than 2 ounces (this just killes me when he does this). At 1:50AM, after 2 ounces, he fell back asleep. At 3:40AM he woke up screaming again. This time he took 1 ounce before falling asleep, and I forced another 1 ounce into him by physically pushing his chin closed on the bottle nipple. I hate doing it that way, but its something we learned to do with Greg...
Then he wouldn't go back to sleep until 5:30ish, woke up at 6:30 and I thought screw this, I am not feeding him another ounce or so, so I picked him up, put him on my chest, popped the soother in, and fell asleep. Then he woke up at 8AM screaming, so I fed him, and he pooped out after 3 ounces... These tiny feeds are driving me insane. He hasn't settled for a nap yet and its 10:52AM now...
As for what soother we are using, since I know there was discussion about this, I've found he still prefers the hospital kind. I have no clue where to buy them or what they're called. I stole a couple out of the hospital supply chest before we left the hospital. Oh no, my bad, lol. I figured they could help me out a bit...
Is pooing in the bath tub a big fear for people? Lol. I think it used to be for me, but now its such a normal occurence that it doesn't phase me. When he poos in the tub, its the same as what we see in his diaper; no more or less liquidy. If Ian is home, I just wrap him in a towel and get Ian to clean it and get me more tub water. If he's not home, I swaddle him, put him in his crib, and change everything up, put him back in, and finish the bath.
But I think i have a poo story to rival anyone's on here. Ian had this great idea to go to the lake the other day. Well, going anywhere with Colby now is less than fun, especially as IAn doesn't help out, and it falls on me to be Colby's everything, while Greg and Ian take off and have fun. So I was less than thrilled to pack up and head out, but whatever... So we'd been trying to switch him from the Nutramigen back to a regular formula. We get out there, and our lakes aren't that great. There is no beach to speak of really, just some sparse grass on a hill that leads into the lake. Its all uneven, lots of dirt and tufted grass, very uneven etc... Lots of ants.
So I put a towel down and proceed to try and bottle feed Colby while Ian and Greg are swimming. Pretty uncomfortable. Bum is sore and numb, and I'm hunched over trying to hold him while keeping my balance so we both don't tumble down into the lake...
He's wearing a little romper; I'm sitting him up for a burp. So I am sitting hunched, he is on the side of my lap, with my hand basically holding him off the ground, when I hear a rumble and a splat. Next thing I know, my hand is filled with runny/chunky poop. Ian had put his diaper on him and hadn't pulled the gusset out, so the poop had run out of the one side of his diaper, all into my hand, and all over my pants and shirt. So now I'm holding him with the clean hand, trying to keep him off the ground because ants are swarming, and if I just lay him down, he will roll into the lake. I can't get wipes or anything because there is so much poop in my hand. So I'm trying to be discreet and call to Ian to come up and help me, and he just keeps saying he doesn't want to come out because he'll be cold. Finally I yell "I'm covered in shit, so I really don't give a f*ck if you get cold, get your ass up here and help."
So he comes up, and all he does is open the wipes for me so I can clean the one hand. Then (asshole that he is), he says he is going to go with Greg and wash the lake water off of them, and he leaves me and Colby, both covered in shit, to figure things out on my own!
So, with the one sort of clean hand now, I had to wrangle the romper off and over his head without getting poop all over him. I had about 10 wipes in the travel pack, with which to clean him and me up. So I wipe him down as best as I can so the ant will stop trying to climb on him. Get a diaper on and get some clean pants on him. Lay him down in between my legs so he won't roll and the ants have a bit more of a barrier between him. Then I have to try to wipe myself off with the remaining wipes, and the change mat is covered in poop as well from where I had put the dirty clothes... We were just a mess. And all this time, Ian was gone.
I managed to minimize the damage. I got myself presentable. Got Colby cleaned and dressed because it was getting cold. Get the poopy clothes in a plastic bag. Clean the diaper bag. Get the dipaer and wipes into another bag to toss out, and managed to open a bottle of water and wash most of the poop off the ground from around us. All of this, and Ian still wasn't done washing up.
Needless to say, we left. I wasn't happy. Colby wasn't happy. The shittiest poop story I have ever experienced. And it raised my resentment of Ian to a whole other level.
And yes, I am right up there in the resentment of husband's right now.
He comes home from work, and yes, I understand he's had a super hard day driving around all day, not having to deal with people, eating when he feels like it, taking little 'dips' in a creek when its +30 out and he's waiting to be loaded, and listening to Jason Ellis on satellite radio... But really, when he comes into the house, and he smells something sour, and I am finally gone to empty my bladder because I just can't hold it anymore... perhaps he could check out what that smell is instead of heading downstairs immediately to go on the computer and download a movie, or clean himself up, or whatever. Would it really be so hard to track down the smell, see that Colby has not only puked all over himself in the bassinet, but that he's also shit everywhere as well, and I am peeing in the bathroom, and he can see a half empty bottle on the coffee table... Would it have been so hard to just wash his hands, pick Colby up and maybe clean him up a bit??
Or maybe, when the bedroom is covered in piles of clean clothes needing to be folded (floor and bed), and I can't even get the bassinet in the bedroom because of the piles of clothing, but I need someone to watch Colby so I can fold some stuff up.... Maybe, just maybe, he could forgoe shaving himself (which takes a good 40 minutes), and just have his shower, and then come out, relieve me of baby duty, so I could go fold some clothes so me and Colby have somewhere to sleep at night... Maybe he could have just waited one more day, until today (Friday), when he doesn't have time constraints on when he has to be in bed, and he could have shaved today... But no, he shaved, despite my protests, then 'gave' me an extra 15 minutes (when he should have been in bed), to fold some clothes and rearrange the rest so I could pull the bassinet into the bedroom.
Ummm, yeah, I'm slightly angry these days. There is every possibility that I am going to harm Ian one of these days. And really, if I did, would anyone be able to blame me?? Really...??
I can't get over how cute he is.
