Posts Tagged ‘teething’

Lincoln: 4 Months

Wednesday, November 26th, 2014

TWO TEETH. TWOOOOOOO TEEEEEEEEETH. That is basically all I have to say about my baby this month. All our interactions involve his teething. Worrying about him, because teeth. Holding him, because teeth. Medicating him, because teeth. Gritting my teeth during nursing, because OMG TEETH.

I shouldn’t complain too much. He is awake slightly more often than he was before teeth. He has had a few hysterical screaming fits because they were bothering him, but it’s not a daily thing. He still sleeps either through the night or in nice big chunks of time after some 2 am comfort nursing. He still gets an A+ in general babying, but could definitely work on the whole “not getting any more teeth for a while” thing.

In other milestone news…I have no news. He still isn’t mobile in any way. No rolling, no scootching, no sitting up. Now that he’s big enough for the exersaucer (aka Circle of Neglect) he barely even tries to roll anymore. He can see us all just fine AND he can whack at shiny things. Win-win! As much as I would like a super advanced baby to brag about on the internet, it is very nice to have a happy lump who can still sleep in his rock-n-play without worrying he will climb out. Poor third child.

Likes: the dog, the cat, the tv, things that makes noise, singing, humming, being carried, being worn, sleeping, sleeping on people, smiling, diaper changes, pooping, Baby Orajel, his brother, his sister, his feet, cuddles, friends, water, the exersaucer, the playmat, the floor, biting things, having his picture taken, nursing, poking me in the eye

Dislikes: Baby Tylenol, sore gums, constipation, tummy time, pacifiers, when no one is looking at him


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4 Month Milestones (Originally from BabyCenter, via Caroline’s 4 month post)

Mastered Skills (most kids can do)
Smiles, laughs – Is at level 11 on the 1-10 happiness scale
Can bear weight on legs – Moooooostly? He isn’t as interested in practicing as the other two kids were
Coos when you talk to him – Talks, coos, babbles, is generally adorable.

Emerging Skills (half of kids can do)
Can grasp a toy – He can even get them into his mouth
Rolls over, from tummy to back – FINE, BabyCenter, maybe I’ll let him at least TRY.

Advanced Skills (a few kids can do)
Imitates sounds: “baba,” “dada” – He’s trying, but nothing like dada yet.
Cuts first tooth – TWO. TEETH.
May be ready for solid foods – Maybe. Who knows. I’ll ask at his checkup on Monday but I’m not really in too much of a hurry.

Thankful Day 3: I really ought to say candy again

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011

I am currently trapped in single parent limbo. E is at another training school, learning how to be boss/manager/den mother to his new division which means I’m at home being boss/manager/actual mother to two extremely demanding babies. Caroline is teething and Little Evan is two-and-a-half, which means they both need me 24/7. In case you need help with that math (maybe you too have only gotten three hours of sleep each night this week!) that’s TWO kids who need me constantly and only ONE of me. I either need another set of hands or a maid, because with no back up parent to take over at 5 pm I’ve given up even PRETENDING to care about the state of my floors (disgusting) or if my candy wrappers are overflowing the trash can (they are). If we’re all still alive on Friday afternoon I’m calling this week a win…although now there’s a chance E won’t be coming home on the weekends and I’m freaking out just a little bit so let’s just pretend that’s NOT a possibility and I will DEFINITELY get to sleep in on Sunday and someone else can unload the dishwasher for the love of God why are there so many dishes when we’ve eaten nothing but Nutella on toast for three days?

I was one screaming fit away from my own screaming fit when I achieved Nirvana: dual naps with maximum overlap. You better believe I took a nap of my own and woke up feeling so much better I managed to prep and freeze three different (healthy!) meals for the coming week. The kitchen looks like a bomb went off and the dog refuses to eat the rest of the puffs Caroline threw off the high chair while I was cooking and my throat is sore from singing the Bubble Guppies song at the top of my lungs to keep Evan entertained but WE WILL NOT STARVE. Or even die of a hazelnut and cocoa sugar coma.

So when I say I am thankful for naps, I really really mean it.

Caroline: 9 Months

Sunday, September 18th, 2011

This is it, I’m done. I refuse to do any more monthday posts for Caroline because I refuse to let her get any older. Nine months is GOOD. She can stay this age FOREVER AND EVER and I will be a happy mama. Because 9 months? It rocks my socks. She can crawl and cruise but not walk or run away, she nurses a lot but not constantly, she’s happy and smiley and social and friendly but she still loves me best. Her clothes are tiny and cute and it’s easy to dress her in anything I want, including dainty lacy vintage jumpers* because she doesn’t immediately throw up on herself of poopsplode immediately! If I let her get any older she’s going to start developing opinions and ideas and then it’s all over.

Tooth count: two middle bottom ones, one top front through and the other top front is about to make an appearance but not before it turns her into the saddest, snottiest, most sleepless baby EVER. I have been beyond exhausted with the not sleeping plus the sad daytime crying but she’s been eating a lot more solids (and by solids I mean eating whatever her brother drops on the floor as he wanders around – yesterday it was a half peeled clementine)(I wish I was joking) and we’re moving her from our room to her nursery this week so I’m hoping to get at least 6 hours every night this week. Whoa! Six whole hours! I’m aiming for the stars here, people!!

Caroline has moved up to 6-12 month clothes from Old Navy, 6-9 month clothes from Gymboree, 9 month clothes from Target and 9 month clothes from Carter’s, unless they are overalls because then they’re just comically long. You know what else is comical? The fact that the math section of my brain is now full of the sizing info for various baby brands instead of algebra. This is what happens when you have kids, kids. Stay in school.

We have a doctor’s appointment….uh…maybe today? Or tomorrow? I should check on that, since when they start asking questions – How often does she eat? Is she vocalizing at all? Do you have any concerns? – and I just stare at them blankly they’re already going to doubt my parenting skills. I don’t want to show up on the wrong day as well. I’m looking forward to seeing how much she’s grown, although she still seems teeny tiny compared to Little Evan. She is going to be my little peanut, my munchkin, my ginger baby doll forever and ever, even if she DOES get older next month.

Caroline’s likes include: cheese, the dog, her brother, blankies, crawling with one leg, smiling, grapes, biting things, boobs, her daddy, standing, apples, yarn, and eating trash. Dislikes are having her nails trimmed, water on her face, loneliness, her crib, and Dino Dan.

Hold on to your ovaries folks, these are the cutest monthday photos yet!

Bebeh model works on her posing


9 Month Milestones (from BabyCenter, as usual)

Mastered Skills (most kids can do)
Stands while holding onto something – Yes, especially my pants while I am trying to sit on the toilet for two damn minutes.
Jabbers or combines syllables – She’s a noisy little monster, but so far it’s just blah blah blah blah.
Understands object permanence – Yes. It makes peek-a-boo fun, but it also means she knows if she screams long enough I’ll come back during nap time. A win AND a lose.

Emerging Skills (half of kids can do)
Cruises while holding onto furniture – Yes, the better to steal my snacks and the remote off the couch
Drinks from a sippy cup – Soooort of. She LOVES her brother’s sippy cup but is unexcited by anything coming out of it. I tried giving her breastmilk and she looked at me like WTF WOMAN THIS IS NOT A BOOB.
Eats with fingers – Well, I think she mostly eats with her mouth, but she certainly gets enough food on her hands.
Bangs objects together – Loudly. She needs more cowbell.

Advanced Skills (a few kids can do)
Plays patty-cake and peek-a-boo – If there was a peek-a-boo championship, she would get the gold medal.
Says “mama” or “dada” to the correct parent – I have heard no mama’s. It took Little Evan more than a year to say mama so we’ll give her a break too.

*Dainty lacy vintage jumper and headband send by Pretty Fancy. Heather is a sweetheart with an adorable bebeh!

Just pretend that's a happy laughing face.

Dr. Google Is Not My Friend

Saturday, July 3rd, 2010

We went to Pennsylvania on Thursday for my real-life-best-friend Erin’s son’s first birthday party, which was lovely and very fun and such a special event to be included in. The boys got along well (or as well as a couple of one-year-olds can be expected to get along) and we got to check out the new (very old) house Erin and her husband Mitch just bought. We don’t get to see these friends nearly enough so a couple days visiting was awesome.

Unfortunately, about thirty seconds after we left to drive down there, Baby Evan’s nose started running like a faucet. He went from being miserable and snotty to happy and snotty and back several times an hour the whole trip, peaking with what may have been a fever late Thursday and sleeping 12 hours straight Friday night. But he’s 100% better today.

I’m really hoping it’s just teething. It probably is. Definitely. Maybe. But there’s also the teeniest tiniest chance it’s fifth disease. I know a friend whose kids had fifth last week so we MIGHT have been exposed, although I haven’t seen any of the kids in more than a month and the friend in at least a week. I’m not worried about Baby Evan – it’s not life threatening or even particularly unpleasant, but it can be very serious to the fetus if a pregnant woman catches it. It can cause anemia in the unborn baby, sometimes severe enough to cause death although the internet assures me that is very unlikely. Pretty unlikely. Probably. Maybe.

I really shouldn’t have Googled it.

So right now we’re just playing a waiting game to see if Baby Evan gets a rash some time in the next couple days. If he’s fine Monday and Tuesday I’ll breathe a big sigh of relief and forget all about it. If he has even the teeny tiniest of red spots, I’m calling my OB and asking for the blood test to see if I’m either already immune or already infected. Of course, every time I sniffle or get tired or think “ugh my head hurts” my brain goes OMG EMERGENCY!!!! and I consider calling the 24-hour on call line. Not that it would do any good – I really doubt routine blood work is something they would send me to the ER to do and there’s no way the office is open on a Sunday and probably closed Monday as well.

For now, I’m going to try to relax and enjoy the rest of our holiday and have fun going through the 300+ pictures from the party. Like this one:

For the record, that's Reid's brand new birthday toy my kid is using. Incorrectly.

Stop and smell the roses

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

Alternate title: In which I pretend I am a real photographer because I have a tripod and a timer.

Alternate alternate title: Lots of pictures, few words.

The misery in our house continues, to the point when I call the nurse line at my ped’s office, hoping she could write me a prescription for magical baby pills that stop screaming. Or maybe just some Valium. For me, not the screaming child. They had me bring Baby Evan in for the fastest appointment ever (total time from my phone call to home again: 23 minutes) and confirmed he has no ear infection or secret broken bones or prehensile tail growing out his diaper and it is simply teething. Really painful teething, but teething none the less.

In an attempt to distract both of us from some of the misery, I decided to play photographer up at the rose garden. For some reason our town is called “The Rose of New England” (because…people in Connecticut can be kind of prickly and intimidating? We’re all special snowflakes? We smell very strongly?) It’s really a lovely little garden and would be a beautiful spot for a small June wedding, unless of course you wanted people to actually attend, as there is no parking and no seats. Still, pretty flowers!

Baby Evan was fairly cooperative – if adamantly opposed to wearing shoes of any kind – and we had a pretty good time. I even like most of the pictures of myself! Truly a remarkable day here in the Davis household.

The quote is *almost* by Emily Dickinson, only her version is "There came a day at Summer's full, entirely for me". It's not a particularly happy poem, so I don't know who chose/changed it.

That yellow rose is called "Julia Child", which I think makes it my favorite.