Patron on the Rocks, It's Time for Baby's Shots

Since we were out of town for Ry's 2 month appt, we rescheduled it to last week-only one week overdue. This was the first appointment for him to get his baby shots. I was really nervous! People explained this appointment to me saying that I had to strap him down and he'd look into my eyes screaming and begging for the pain to stop. No mother wants to see that look in their child's eyes. Safe to say, I was a little shaky going into immunization that day.

So we get there and there's one person ahead of us. Go figure, it's another mother taking her baby in for her 2 months shots as well. It was awful. I heard that baby screaming bloody murder and continue to cry for about 5 minutes before she calmed down. A few minutes later they walked back out to the waiting room. I had tears in my eyes because I felt so awful that I was going to do that to the boy I love most in the world (even though it's obviously for his benefit). I sucked it up and shortly after we got called back.

Ry was sleeping so I pulled him out of his car seat. They gave him an oral medication and then got his thighs ready with bandaids and sanitizing swabs. The dr did the first injection, and Ryan started to whimper a little bit, then the dr quickly did the next two, covered the spots with the already placed bandaids, and before I knew it, everything was over and Ryan had already stopped crying. I even had to ask, "Is that is?" because I expected it to go way worse like that little girl ahead of it. It was awesome! My boy is such a trooper. I can't believe I cried over someone else's stupid baby getting shots. (No, their baby isn't stupid, okay?)

After that, we headed to his actual doctors appointment. He's a little giant! He weighed in at 13.75 pounds. No wonder I can't carry him! (I picked him up this morning, and I'm pretty sure he's already hit 14-he feels heavier). Between him and that car seat snap and go thing that I drag him around in EVERYWHERE, I'm carrying 20+lbs. Yet with all this weight lifting, I still can't do a push up.. He also measured in at almost 23 inches. My brain can't process circumference so I have no idea how many inches his head measured around, but the doctor told me that he's right on track and is a healthy boy! We also had to take a little survey thing, and it said he's a little behind on his motor skills (like, grabbing toys and holding on to them) but it's nothing to worry about-which I'm not. He's only 2 months. I'm not going to start measuring how "great" he is compared to every other baby at this point.      Unless he's showing signs of underdevelopment, I'm not going to fret. And he's not.

One thing I brought up to his doctor is his belly button! He has the weirdest thing going on down there. It almost looks like an outie, but it has some brownish color on it, and it pushes in like a bubble almost. The dr explained it as almost an umbilical hernia. He said he's seen really big ones, and Ry's in minor and it may get pushed in as he grows. If not, it's until until he's 3 or 4 years that they can even cosmetically do anything about it. I thought it was interesting. I knew I wasn't crazy that something wasn't right with his belly! Is it bad that I'm glad it's a hernia and not an outie? I don't want him to grow up looking like a cabbage patch kid his whole life. Again, this is another thing I shouldn't worry about, according to him.

Look at that belly button! Not to mention that big boy belly... :)

Ryan's getting so grown up. I bought him a Bumbo (from someone selling theirs for $20-sweet!) and he loves just sitting in, staring at his hands. He looks like a little person in it! It's crazy how he can go from looking like a little baby to a child within seconds. He's already growing up way too quickly.

All grown up in the Bumbo!

Saturday, we went to Babies R Us for a baby's 1st Christmas event. Not gonna lie-it was lame. We got there at 10, and there were maybe 6 other babies that showed up. They had one thing that we could do-make ornaments which actually was really cute!! I'm glad we got to do that, but they other thing they had was coloring and story time. Okay, this event is for babies. Under the age of 1. My baby got absolutely no benefits from a story time read by someone standing half a store away (which is good, because we missed it anyway to go shop instead) nor can he hold a freaking marker to color. And if he could, I wouldn't want that scribble up on my tree. Let's call a spade a spade, it would have sucked. The only other thing they had was a raffle for everyone. But! They waited til the very end to do it. They wouldn't pull any numbers until 11 o'clock. I'm sorry, but I had other things to get done and had a baby with me. It was almost feeding time and nap time. I'm not going to sit there doing NOTHING for an entire hour. We left early. Plus, the giveaways weren't very exciting.

The. Cutest. 

It's things like this that make me really want to get into event planning. I could have taken over and the whole thing would have been way better. Pretty much, everything they had lasted a total of 10 minutes and the rest was 50 minutes of standing around. So dumb. But I do have to say, my little boy was best dressed and the CUTEST because he had on his Santa outfit. And since he had on his Santa outfit, I was able to get his pictures with Santa at the mall that day. They were adorable together, and this Santa didn't smell, seem drunk, and was very jolly! He absolutely loved Ryan and played with him. It was adorable seeing Santa and Santa jr together. Of course, Ryan smiled after we got the pictures done... Oh well. (This paragraph is really poorly structured. I was going to go off on a rant about how I could have bettered the event, but decided to change topic to avoid complaining too much-I'm sure my readers can only take so much.)

We met the real deal! Lol. That face. 

Now that I'm a mom, I am terrified all the time. I feel like I'm constantly feeding or trying to get this baby to sleep and have no time for myself, but when I do have time for myself, I'm constantly running over to him to make sure he's still breathing. I had a scare a couple weeks ago. This is my biggest mommy fail yet. We had just gotten back from "vacation" and I was trying to get him used to not being held all the live-long day. He was tired so I put him down. He started crying. I tried to let him cry it out, but he didn't stop. Finally, I brought him downstairs to his swing. He didn't stop. He wasn't wet. He was fed. So he was just tired-crying. Finally, I tried to hold/walk with him. He didn't stop, so I (what do you know, he just started crying! I think he has a 6th sense) put him with his toys so I could keep an eye on him while I tried to finish my workout video. All of a sudden, I see his eyes bulge, his face red, boogers pouring down his face, and he's gasping for air. I'd never been more scared in my life. I grabbed him so quickly and tried to remember everything I learned in CPR about infants. I was hitting his back and he finally coughed and was back to crying/breathing. Never been more thankful in my life. It was terrifying.

I must admit, this has been a huge setback of trying to get him to sleep at night in his crib. If I put him down and he fusses, I try to wait it out, but once there's tears, I don't care, I'm cradling this baby in my arms. Every time. We'll get there at some point, but right now, I am too scarred from that incident to leave him crying somewhere. No no no. And he's stayed sleeping with me so I could watch him.

With that being said, this week I really am trying to work on getting him out of my bed and possibly getting him closer to sleeping through the night. Last night, he lasted 5 minutes in his crib before waking himself out and freaking out. It's a start. He's nowhere near making it through the night either.  His diapers can't handle it. I changed him a few times last night and tried to make it from 11-4, but there was some leakage anyway. We'll get there when we get there. I'm in no rush. Waking up at night still sucks a lot, but I'm not desperately trying to eliminate them right now. I can tolerate it.

I've been awake for almost 4 hours and haven't accomplished anything! This boy is so fussy-looks like another day for Tylonol for him :( Poor guy. I wish my entries were more exciting. I'm still just trying to catch up on life. So much to do. I'm not going to re-read for typos so ya'll will have to deal with it right now. I've got an angry bird on my hands. Until next time! xoxo