July 2005 Archives
Finnegan started saying, "Da Da." It was pretty exciting. He also says, "Bah Bah." He's been making lots of consonate sounds for the past couple of weeks, but he finally said a word!
When Doug came home from work today, he immediately squealed, "Da Da!"
Doug was very happy to be greeted by such a happy baby and I was thrilled to have witnesses that happy moment.
It just gets better and better.
Finnegan and I went to playgroup and he sat up by himself. I was amazed because he just wasn't getting it. He was too wobbly and he lacked the confidence to stay up.
However, when we got to the play group and he saw the other babies sitting up on their own he stayed in the seated position and only fell over three times.
It's been two and a half weeks now and our lives have changed. I can leave Finnegan to play with his toys and he's content to sit by himself. Now I have the freedom to walk away for a few minutes at a time and get some things done around the house. The only thing is I have to surround him with pillows so he doesn't hit his head too hard when he falls over.
He's making such great progress.
Life is good.
And there I was...... feeling pretty miserable this morning with a throbbing headache and sore throat that felt like it was on fire.
I was slumped over in the breakfast nook trying to figure out why I deserved to be in such agony when Finnegan began crying and fussing, needing my attention. So, I picked him up and noticed a pungent odor emminating from his diaper.
It was horrific! Especially when a yellow, slimy, gelatinous substance began to ooze out from the edges of the diaper and drip down my arm.
Immediate action had to be taken and we dashed off to the bathroom where Finnegan sat down in his tub readying himself for emergency cleaning procedures. Knowing the desperate measures we were about to take, Finnegan grabbed onto the safety bar and held on with all of his might as I started to hose him down with the shower nozzle.
With all the strength he could muster and with plenty reserves of good humored fun, he endured the dousing and scrubbing. After the decontamination process was completed Finnegan flashed me a big toothy smile heralding the "mission accomplished" signal and gave me the arms up sign indicating that he was ready to get out of the tub.
As he snuggled in the fresh clean towel he flashed me a confident smile communicating that we had thwarted yet another diapering calamity.
It's been more than an hour now and the drama of the situation has since left his mind as he is currently chasing cheerios around this highchair tray with determined outstretched fingers. But, I know that somewhere out there in the not too distant future we will be ambushed again by the merciless yellow ooze.
Next time we will be ready....
We will be prepared....
and we will be victorious!!!!!!
Ha ha ha ha ha !!!!!!! (maniacal laughing)
WORST DIAPER EVARR!!!!11!1!!11!!
And there I was feeling pretty terrible this morning with a throbbing headache and sore throat that felt like it was on fire. I was slumped over in the breakfast nook trying to figure out why I deserved to be in such agony when Finnegan began crying and fussing, needing my attention. So, I picked him up and noticed a pungent odor emminating from his diaper. It was horrific! Especially when a yellow, slimy, gelatinous substance began to ooze out from the edges of the diaper and drip down my arm. Immediate action had to be taken and we dashed off to the bathroom where Finnegan sat down in his tub readying himself for emergency cleaning procedures. Knowing the desperate measures we were about to take, Finnegan grabbed onto the safety bar and held on with all of his might as I started to hose him down with the shower nozzle. With all the strength he could muster and with plenty reserves of good humored fun, he endured the dousing and scrubbing. After the decontamination process was completed Finnegan flashed me a big toothy smile heralding the "mission accomplished" signal and gave me the arms up sign indicating that he was ready to get out of the tub. As he snuggled in the fresh clean towel he flashed me a confident smile communicating that we had thwarted yet another diapering calamity.
It's been more than an hour now and the drama of the situation has since left his mind as he is currently chasing cheerios around this highchair tray with determined outstretched fingers. But, I know that somewhere out there in the not too distant future we will be ambushed again by the merciless yellow ooze. However, next time we will be ready, we will be prepared and we will be victorious!!!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha !!!
If you've noticed, the latest photos aren't of Finnegan, but of his cousin, Trisha Treder and her fiance Conan Simoes. That's because I needed a quick way to get her photos online. However, Finnegan was at this photo session and he cried through all of the ones where they are leaning against the bridge. They did a great job considering he was really wailing because he was very hungry.
They kept making faces at him and laughing. They were such good sports about the whole thing. If the truth be told, I was kind of nervous to bring Finnegan with me because I dreaded the inevitable meltdown, but I don't have a babysitter yet. Trisha and Conan were very nice and we got some great shots, so I don't feel bad about bringing Finnegan to work with me.
About two months ago I was diagnosed with post-partum depression and I was given a prescription to help me sleep and get back to normal.
After sleeping for 14 hours that first night, 12 hours the second and 10 the third night, I've now settled into a 9-hour a day sleep schedule and I feel pretty good. After I got rested up I couldn't believe how tired I had been.
Sleep deprivation can really mess you up.
I was so mad all the time. My forehead was always furrowed, I was stressed about everything and I just wanted to swear all the time when I would get upset. But, I'm not like that anymore and life is good again.
I've always been a pretty happy person and going through such an angry period was hard on all of us. But, things are better now.
I just wish that this condition was called post-partum adjustment because nobody wants to be labeled "depressed." Last week, I met a woman who was suffering from post-partum depression really bad and she just wouldn't admit that she had a problem. Even when I shared with her what I had experienced. She said, "Oh, I can handle everything, I just need some sleep." This was after she said that she just wanted to throw her baby out the window the night before because he wouldn't go to sleep. She was in denial because she didn't like the sound of being "depressed."
So, from here on out, I'm going to call it Post-partum adjustment because that's what it is. It's all about getting used to taking care of a baby and adjusting to a new life and finding a "new normal."
Finnegan is eight months old now and he can do so many things now.
Yesterday, he started sitting up and when we were at playgroup. He had been trying to sit up for days and then all of a sudden he was sitting up. I guess he needed to see the other kids sitting to know how to do it.
It's so great because now he can play with his toys and look around and touch everything within his reach.
It's very exciting.
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