New Day, New Problems

The newest addition to our line of “make sure that, whenever you do X, you know where the baby is” events is…

Running her bath water.

I like to give her a bath at night after she eats, so I usually get her out of her chair and take off her clothes before I put her on the floor.  Then I can get her bath stuff ready before putting her in the bathroom.  It used to work well, because she’s not the most patient person in the world, and we all know how exciting baths can be.

A couple months ago, she started to crawl through the house, screaming in excitement, once she heard the water running.  But at least we could hear her coming.

Now she’s figured out how to pull up to the tub.  That, in and of itself, isn’t so bad.

It’s the likelihood of her figuring out how to climb into the tub that’s troubling.

See, she’s figured out how to climb on top of things that go up past her waist.  And the water poses the ideal motivational tool.

What can I say?  The kid has a love affair with the water.

And in this case, it’s not such a good thing.

Oh dear…

…the resemblance is frightening…

For all you moms out there with musically inclined enthusiastic kids, check out the toy aisle at Costco- a big drum (that’s nice), two maracas, a tamborine, two bell arm bands, claves, and a scraper for $20.  Piper loves it, obviously.

Drum sticks are for wusses…

The scraper is good for those fine motor skills- making one hand do one thing in cooperation with the other hand, which is doing something completely different.  It’s a work in progress…

The house has gotten slightly more… musical… than it was last week…  I’m not sure just yet if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…

I admit…

…that I’ve been a huge slacker lately.  But we’ve been busy.  Crazy, over-the-top, nonstop busy.  That’s my excuse, anyway.  So here starts my lame attempt to get caught up in all the excitement that’s bringing our summer to an end.

Last week, one of my best friends from college came to visit.  From Hawaii.  Yup.  I guess when you live on one of the most beautiful places on earth, you still need to get away every once in a while. 

We took her and her fiancé up to Breckenridge for the day last week.  The boys rented mountain bikes and took them up the ski lift so that they could ride down the mountain side.  And since that’s not exactly a Piper-friendly activity, Amy, Piper and I settled on driving back into town and walking through the shops.  It was nice to have some girl time with just Amy; I miss having her around! 

But before we took the boys up the mountain, we stopped at the dam reservoir to have a dam lunch.  We passed up the dam brewery this time, because we had a dam dinner last time we were up there, and decided it’d be nice to do something different (okay, okay- I stole this from the brewery- it really is called the Dam Brewery, and they sell dam beer.  And dam t-shirts.  And dam glasses.  It’s the funniest (and only) dam place in town…)

Sidenote:  someone asked me the other day if she’s “always this happy”.  My response is always the same- Yes, except for when she’s not. 

My lame attempt at getting a cute mountain shot of the twerp.  She was much too interested in eating rocks to give me her cute smile.  And I was much too interested in keeping them out of her mouth.  And when that failed, I was much too interested in keeping them out of her esophagus.

The next night, they and some of their friends who just moved into town from Hawaii (yeah, apparently that happens, too) came over from dinner.  We had a lot of fun.  Amy and Jesse left that night to drive to Montana.  They come to the mainland about once a year, and we’re always tickled pink to see them!  And it looks like we’re going to have to (gosh, darn it) make a trip back out to Hawaii in the next few years for a wedding.  We’re heart broken, obviously.

Walker Questions

A few folks have asked what kind of walker we have for Piper, so I thought I’d show you all.

We have two problems with walkers- they need to have a handle short enough for her to hold comfortably (my mom has a REALLY nice, heavy, solid wood one from Parents, but the handle is too tall!), and it needs to be easy enough for her to push, but not too easy that it gets away from her.  Keep in mind, too, that you want their feet to be able to go between the back wheels so that they can stand upright. 

Picky?  Yup.

We have two for her now.  I like having different ones for her to play with to keep her interested.  My uneducated theory, too, is that different walkers make her adjust so that she’s not used to walking in just one way.

We got this one for Piper’s birthday.  It provides a lot of games to play, like in-and-out (and gives fun songs when things go in), sings songs, and plays sounds when it gets pushed.  My only beef with it is that it walks a little too easily, so I always kept a hand on the end to make sure it didn’t go too fast.  I ended up putting the heaviest things I could find from the pantry in the basket, which helps a lot.  Now that she’s getting a lot better at standing with minimal support, she can go solo.  The handle is just a little below her shoulders, so it’d be better for someone a few inches taller than she is.  If it were shorter, she could push down on the handle for support.  Instead, she can really only use it for minor balance checks, because if she pushes, it goes forward.  But I don’t think these things are typically meant for kids not even 26” tall. 

This one I got not too long ago at a garage sale for $5.  Did I say I like having different ones to play with when they’re CHEAP???

The beauty of this one is that it’s harder to push- the wheels turn slower.  She can make it all over the house without me keeping a hand on it.  It’s Leap Frog brand; I’m not sure that they make walkers any more (but did they merge with VTech???  I have no idea…).

It’s really too bad that these come unassembled- it’d be nice if you could take your kid to the store and let them try out a few to find one that works.  BUT, it is a great time of year for garage sales (at least it is here in our neck of the woods).  For something that we’re not anticipating Piper needing for a huge period of time, I couldn’t quite rationalize spending a whole lot. 

Rachel at Blessings from Aubrey also says that you can  push from the side with walkers like the grocery cart one.  The wheels don’t turn that way, so it goes slower.  Thanks for the hint!

I’ve also heard about using milk crates or other upturned baskets on the floor- too tall for Piper, but might work for someone else!

Do you have any favorites???

ANSWERS!!!

Did you know that August is National Breastfeeding Month?

When we found out, at about 26 weeks, that Piper had duodenal atresia, I knew that, if I wanted to nurse her, I’d have to pump for a substantial period of time.  And maybe that’s why it was a little easier for me than some of the other moms in the NICU- I knew it was coming.  My pump became my fifth appendage.  I learned to pump in the car (no, I wasn’t driving) and at other peoples’ houses.  I spent way too many hours attached to the darn thing.

When Piper was finally up to full oral feeds (at about a month old), she was taking less than an ounce a feeding every 3 hours.  8 ounces a day. 

My problem?  I was getting more than that a pumping.  I was getting somewhere close to 60 ounces a day.

No, I’m not exaggerating.  Our nurses in the NICU laughed in flabbergast.  Literally.  I began thinking I was part Guernsey.

And it got worse.  And worse.  And worse.  There was no way that Piper could ever eat as much as I had. 

Piper and I worked really hard to get her breastfeeding. Being a preemie, she couldn’t take in as many calories as she needed to without supplementing her milk with extra calories (she was maxed out on the daily volume at 27 calories).  But, when she was about three months old, her skills started getting a lot better, and she took off from there.  By the end of August, she hated her bottles.  And she never looked back.

Once she was nursing exclusively, I had to keep pumping because I was afraid that if I let the supply drop, it would drop completely.  So, she’d nurse.  I’d pump. 

It was a great life… (notice the sarcasm???)

After a few months of this, I looked into donating to the local milk bank.  They collect, test, and pasteurize donated milk and send it to hospitals around the nation so that babies, mostly preemies, who are too young and fragile to handle formula, and who don’t have mother’s milk for whatever reason, can eat. 

In order to donate, you have to start before your child turns 6 months old.  I had to have blood tests (just like the ones they run before you can donate blood) to ensure that I was healthy enough to donate.  I had to answer a questionnaire of about 200 questions (not quite, but sure felt like it) asking some of the most bizarre things ever.

I started donating last July.  I quickly came to the conclusion that it was nice having something other than breast milk in the deep freeze.  Every few weeks, someone from the bank would come by  and pick up (or I would drop off) all my extra milk.

You have to retire when your child turns one.  And as you know, that was in May.  In June, I dropped off the rest of what I had in my freezer.  And got my totals.

Drum roll, please…..

In addition to Piper being exclusively breastfed, I donated 5780 ounces.  That’s 42.5 gallons.  360 pounds.  And over 115000 calories. 

Yup.  That’s alotta milk.  And a lot of quality time spent with my pump.  About a week before Piper’s birthday, I decided I was done, and packed it away.  I sighed a BIG sigh of relief.  And my schedule magically opened. 

So what do all the items have in common?

Six wine refrigerators, one granite-topped double vanity, 9 bags of dog food, two pallets of chips, a couch plus a chair, the kitchen table set, and a treadmill all way about the same amount.

482 cans of pop and 42 gallons of milk is about 5780 ounces.

If you consider that every ounce of milk has about 20 calories, 5780 ounces is the same as 580 Kitkat bars- about 115,000. 

The moral of my story?  I know that a lot of moms out there have to pump, too.  If you ever find yourself in a position where you have an excess, please consider contacting one of the banks around the country.  There is a huge deficit right now- it started with flu season (you obviously can’t donate if you, your baby, or anyone in your house is sick), and they’re having a tough time.  For the babies that get this milk, it can mean the difference between life and death.  There are only a handful of banks around the country, but if you don’t live near one, contact them anyway- if they’re in enough need, they’ll arrange for you to mail it to them.  You can find more info here.

The pump has been packed for a couple months now.  And I can honestly say that I hope and PRAY that it’s never used as intensely has it has the past year. 

But would I do it again?  Absolutely.

Besides- I’ve decided that this, forever, relieves any guilt I may feel for being too big a wuss to donate blood.  I’m just thankful that they don’t have t-shirts that advertise how many gallons of milk you’ve donated.  I may feel like a milk cow, but I don’t need to advertise the fact…

Who’s up for a game??? Part 5

Okay, guys- this is it!  Get your guesses in!!!

45 gallons of milk.

Well over 3 of me.

…or 28 Pipers.

Good luck!!!

Who’s up for a game??? Part 4

580 regular-sized KitKat bars.

482 cans of pop.

Aaaand- a kitchen table.  With 6 chairs.

So there ya go.  Today’s clues.  No one has gotten close, hardeeharhar.  I think we may need a “booby” prize to the person with the most creative answer.  And I’ve gotten some whoppers.