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13 months...  
08:24pm 24/10/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
Well, we made it just shy of 13 full months of breastfeeding. My original goal was to make it a year. We did it! She was down to just nursing at bedtime, and occasionally once in the middle of the night. I knew that complete weaning wasn't far off when she would only nurse for a few minutes, the pop her paci in her mouth and put herself to sleep...

Tonight, however, she completely refused to nurse at all... She didn't even want to be rocked or anything. I laid her in her crib, gave her a paci and her blanket and she rolled over and went to sleep.

I didn't think it would make me sad, but I'm sitting here typing this with tears rolling down my face... How silly is that?


Sarah, if you read this.. should I expect my hormones to be wacky for a few days, or anything weird associated with ending the breastfeeding? I really have no idea what to expect.


We made it One year, Three weeks, and Four days!
mood: sadsad
 
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Birthdays and more  
09:05pm 01/10/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
Happy Birthday to Sariah! She is officially ONE now!

 It's been an exciting week for sure. We started out with her being uber fussy on Sunday. She was running a fever of 101 on Sunday night, so off to the doctor we went Monday morning. As I suspected, she had ANOTHER Urinary Tract Infection... this is her 4th one. She's on her 7th dose of antibiotics since birth, which worries me. Her doctor says that it doesn't matter, but I can't help worrying that she's losing too much of the "good" bacteria with all of this medicine that she's not going to be able to fight off ANYTHING. They gave her a massive antibiotic shot (of the same medicine she was given in the hospital), and then started her on oral meds the next day. Poor kiddo. By the afternoon of her actual birthday (Tuesday) she seemed to be feeling better, thankfully!

We planned a big party with friends and family for Wednesday evening, so Diana (sister in law) and I spent Tuesday evening and Wednesday afternoon making and decorating a bunch of cakes. :) Pictures will be below! She was so cute eating her little personal cake... and on the plus side, after the sugar crash, she slept better that night then the past 3 previous nights put together. :D Yay!

So, Milestones met since my last milestone post:
1. Crawling
2. Crusing Furniature
3. Eating solids
4. Talking/Babbling up a storm. (She now says Mama, Dada, Wow, and what sounds like "hey")

We made it a full year Breastfeeding! I am SO proud of myself for sticking with it, despite the trials we've faced. She's down to only really nursing at bedtime and sometimes early morning... I'm okay with sticking with the bedtime nursing as it gives us some real "mommy and baby snuggle time". I cherish that time with her!

And now, birthday pics and a video!




mood: accomplishedaccomplished
 
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Many thoughts...  
12:09pm 11/09/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
Today is the 8th anniversary of the attack on the twin towers. Very sad day. My thoughts and prayers go out to the families of those lost, to the soldiers fighting for our freedom, and to our President, who (imho) just needs help.

On another note, we're heading to see the pediatric urologist today for tests and such. I am almost positive that she's already got another UTI even though it hasn't been a week since she last finished an antibiotic. She's showing all the same symptoms as before.

Sariah and I both have some icky tummy bug, which means no sleep for mommy (literally I've had less than 2 hours)... as daddy is working the next 4 nights in a row. Fun times.

On a happier note, Matt applied for a full-time position at the hospital he's currently working at...it would be second shift (approx 1P-9P ish Mon-Fri) The position was only open to current employees, and was only available for 3 days... so he's got a good chance. He'd be getting full-time hours and BENEFITS!!! which we so desperately need. Hopefully we'll find out soon.

Please say a prayer or two for my little family regarding health and this new job! 

~Crystal
mood: exhaustedexhausted
 
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Off to the specialist we go.  
02:07pm 29/08/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
I am having a stressed out, horrible kind of day.

Sariah woke up at 12:30 AM screaming her head off... Like hysterical screaming. I rush into her room. She's burning up. I stick her into a lukewarm bathtub, which calmed her a little (she loves bath time). I take her temp after she gets out of the tub and it's a not-so-worrysome 101. I give her some tylenol and nurse her. Instead of falling back asleep, she proceeds to continue screaming for the better part of 2 hours. She finally cries herself  to sleep. She wakes up at 6:15, and seems normal. Her temp is down to normal, and she's her normal (albiet overly chipper) morning self. She nurses a little, and then eats breakfast. Naptime is at 10. She proceeds to scream for another hour, just as she had overnight. I change her diaper and notice that her urine is much darker than normal. Great. I call the doctors office (thank heavens for Saturday office hours). We go in, they take a urine sample, and once again, it was an immediate positive for infection.  So we have to schedule an appointment with a pediatric urologist ASAP... She will have to have more invasive testing done, blood work taken, and probably another catheter. 

Add to that the fact that it's the weekend, so I'm stuck dealing with this alone because I don't see my husband for more than an hour a day from Friday afternoon until Monday afternoon.  I don't feel good... I can't breathe, my chest hurts , my head feels like it's going to explode.  But, lack of insurance means that I can't go to the doctor. So I have to suffer in silence.  My hormones are all out of wack... which is causing all sorts of issues... Who knows what is causing this crap?

Money is not good right now. I have to find a job, but Sariah is still nursing every 4-5 hours all day/night. I've applied for three different nanny jobs, but haven't heard back from any of them. :( I'm so lost and confused. I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't see myself leaving her to go for a full time job.

Is it wrong of me to just want to curl up and cry myself out?
mood: confusedconfused
 
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Just a whole lot of blah...  
09:38pm 21/08/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
I had every intention of writing down all the crap that I'm feeling, but no one cares, so why waste the time or energy (or hurt my tendonitis aching hand even more)? 

So, instead, I'm going to ask that the few people who do read this, keep me in their prayers, and specifically ask that I get the job that allows me to stay with my daughter. I don't believe I can emotionally leave her. So, please, pray for me, pray for us.

On a better note, here are a few current pictures of my beautiful baby girl!

Sariah napping with Uncle Parker





mood: anxiousanxious
tags: sariah
 
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Since then...  
06:26pm 03/07/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
Things are improving. I didn't know how hard this was going to be, nor did I know that it wouldn't be the same (or even close) for Matt... We learned, through all of this, that we have different views about when a baby is considered to be alive. I feel that it is immediate, whereas he doesn't think it's considered to be "alive" until it's sustainable outside of the womb. We had a really tough week while I tried to get him to understand my viewpoint as the mother, the one who physically felt the loss of a baby. I think he does, now, although I'm not sure his personal beliefs will change, at least he understands and respects mine. :)

On other notes, Sariah is growing like crazy!!! We had her nine month checkup last week.

Weight: 18 lbs 8 oz
Length: 27 1/4 inches (SHE'S GONNA BE TALL LIKE MOM AND DAD!)

Doctor says she's healthy, and is meeting her milestones just great.

She can almost crawl. She pulls herself to objects with this weird bendy-leg butt slider thing that I've yet to catch on camera. (Will post a video if I ever catch her)

Although, this week, she started taking steps while holding onto fingers. She can stand up against a toy or the couch on her own, although we can't leave her yet... her legs are too wobbly still. I really wonder if she's going to crawl or just go straight to cruising everything in sight. Either way, crawling or cruising, it won't be much longer and I'll have a truly mobile child on my hands. (And here I was thinking I'm tired now. Hah!)

Anywho. I've probably got lots left in this brain of mine that really needs to be let out, but Ms. booger-oogers is getting sleeping.


 
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Bad week...  
12:29pm 19/06/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
I'm depressed. Plain and Simple. And I'm to the point that I don't feel like I can dig myself out of this black hole of life that is suffocating me. And honestly, I'm not so sure I want to.

I've always dealt with depression, but it got really bad in high school, worse in college, and sort of tapered off, or evened out after I got married. I went off of my depression meds, cold turkey, right after Sariah was born, because I wanted the best for her. Who cares about me? I didn't. I only, and still, just want what is best for my daughter.

Matt and I decided, before Sariah was even born, that we were going to immediately go onto birth control, which we did. We decided to get Mirena to make things more simple. I didn't have to worry about taking pills everyday, or any other methods. It was there, and I was told that I was protected until I wanted it removed.

Of course, there are always exceptions to every rule. Me. I was the exception. About a month ago I just started feeling weird. I was nauseus, exhausted ALL the time, and my mood was just wacky. I felt pregnant. I blew it off. Matt said there was no way, so we didn't worry. I probably just had some bug or something.

A week or so ago, I started bleeding quite heavily, was having really bad cramping, among other things. I caved and took a pregnancy test, which was negative. Because I'm not pregnant. Anymore. But, I was. According to my OB-GYN, I was probably about 6 weeks along, but miscarried. So now, I'm dealing with "postpartum" symptoms again, as well as overwhelming depression and a nagging sense of loss. My husband doesn't understand. He's never been depressed, and in regards to the "almost baby" he seems indifferent, which just makes me feel worse. I'm beating myself up. Did I do something to cause the miscarriage, or was it the BC?

I just feel lost, alone, and overwhelmed.



mood: depresseddepressed
music: my own tears
 
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Teeth, painkillers, and cops... OH MY!  
09:20am 31/05/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
No, these don't really all correspond with one another, but my brain is so jumbled from lack of sleep, nourishment, and sanity that they might as well be...

1. The dreadful day of teeth. Teething doesn't suit my daughter well. She cries for hours, sometimes completely inconsolably, has disgusting diapers, earaches, watery eyes, and is, in general, just a bear to be around. This starts from when the tooth first starts pushing upwards and gets worse and worse until it eventually pokes its nasty head through the surface. Which, as of today, it isn't quite all the way in, which means the battle isn't over. How many teeth do kids have to get? (We're only on number TWO!) Seriously. I'm way over this.

2. I had a lot of back pain during my pregnancy, which was thought to just be normal pregnancy joys. It got really bad after my c-section, but the doctors just blew it off as being from the spinal block (and three previous spinal taps) as well as the changing curvature of my spine from being pregnant.

The pain in my back is now so severe that at times I literally am just sobbing in pain. I can't sit comfortably, lie down comfortably, walk at all, sometimes, bend, lift... BREATHE without hurting. I finally went and had x-rays taken and found that I have a massively bulging disk in my lower spine and it is compressing one of the major nerves (the one that goes from the spine, around to the hip, and down the side of my entire leg.) I get constant shooting pains all the way from my hip into my foot. So painkillers, you ask? I was given prednisone (a steroid) for inflammation, (which I finish taking today) which tears my stomach into a million little pieces, and doesn't seem to be helping with the problem. I was then given a very light narcotic that is considered safest for breastfeeding, but isn't even touching the pain. I finally dove into my leftover lortabs from post- c-section, but I can't take those and function at all (not that I was functioning well before), so it's basically half a pill right before bed for a glimmer of hope for a few hours to sleep. And those aren't safe for long-term use for breastfeeding, and they make the baby very drowsy, which isn't good. 

I can't take care of my daughter the way I feel I should be able to, and that fact is killing me, emotionally and physically. I already beat myself up about not being the best mom and wife, and this just makes it suck so much more.
So I'm stuck, without answers, relief, or a light in the tunnel. I really just want to lie down and die right now.

3. As for the cops. Well, I called them, at 3:34 AM this morning. I was attempting, unsucessfully, to sleep (no newsflash there) when I heard this desperate banging noise. I thought it was the people upstairs, until I forced myself up and into the living room. It was a man, probably in his late 20's banging on the door across the breezeway with such force that I could litereally feel the vibration of it inside MY apartment. I opened the door slightly to make sure no one was hurt or something, because afterall, why else would someone be banging the crap out of a door at 3 AM if it wasn't some kind of emergency. Right?? He tells me to "get the h*** back inside my f***ing house and mind my business." I roll my eyes, start to shut the door, and he says "and don't dare call those d*** cops." 

I wasn't going to, I really wasn't. I mean, honestly, I don't really want to piss of some crazy drunk guy just for kicks, and it's really not my business anyways. So he stops banging on the door... I head back to the bedroom, when he starts screaming from the parking lot just outside. He's kicking the crap out of this car in the parking lot, screaming gosh-knows-what and gosh-knows-who. He was obviously and blatently drunk, and I was worried about the person he was waiting for... So I called the cops. They showed up in less than 3 minutes (thank you!) and eventually arrested him for distruction of property and public intoxication... Turns out he was waiting for his girlfriend, whom I now pity, and she wasn't home to let him in. All I can say, I hope she gets away from him soon... and for good. No one deserves anyone like that. No one.

Gosh, seriously, someone just shoot me.

 



mood: crappycrappy
music: Yankee doodle, thanks to Sariah
 
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MAMA!!!  
05:23pm 27/05/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
Sariah said Mama today for the first time. She's babbled dadadada a few times, but has never even come close to saying Mama. Until now! I could have cried!
tags: sariah
 
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7 month pics and such  
09:11am 14/05/2009
 
 
tn_teacher
So, Sariah is officially over the 7 month mark. She is getting SO big, and changing so much. I can't believe how fast a young child can change. Yes, she's changed physically, (WE OFFICIALLY HAVE OUR FIRST PEARLY WHITE!!!) but she's blooming into a very smart child with a great personality. She is, normally, very happy, and shows that with a big grin, an adorable giggle, and most recently, big (slobbery) open mouth kisses.

She loves attention, and gets it from everyone (mom and dad, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and complete strangers). She's a little charmer, and has already proved that daddy will have to purchase a gun to ward of the boys that will surely be knocking at our door a few years down the road. Although, she's technically already taken. She'll be marrying one of my good friends' little boy-- "Jack". They're a month apart (Jack likes older woman) and already have fun when they're together. They were already going to marry each other before they were even born. :) They just don't know it yet.

We went to Sears to take our first professional pictures of Sariah, and she was an angel. I was worried because it was during that time period where some days she is wide awake and happy, other days she's sleepy and grouchy. She loves taking pictures, and did beautifully during the session, after which she promptly took a nice nap. Anyways... my favorite pictures are below. (Oh, I just have to add that I made her headband and flower. :D)


                           



mood: sleepysleepy
tags: sariah
 
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