and Mom's Been Busy Ever Since

I've been told that when you go from having two children to three, you go from being man on man to zone defense. I couldn't figure out why life is so hectic since we only have two. Then the other day I realized that when it's just me and the boys I'm on zone defense! I keep telling Tom I live in a constant state of triage. Enough about me though, you're here to read about Wyatt!

Well, I didn't realize it would be 6 months until I made it back here to do updates, and I need to be better because HE HAS CHANGED SO MUCH! Wyatt's been sleeping through the night (I mean 8-10 hours) since he was about 8 days old. He's been sitting up well since mid September. He already has two teeth. He's eating solid foods and loving them. He's just begun working with a sippy. He is just a super mushy baby and really very Jolly. He's very smiley and has a wonderful little laugh. If he's being fussy you can be sure he's either hungry, poopy or about to be  poopy, or tired. He's a little Nosey Posey though and often gets through the day with just one long nap because he's to busy let himself fall asleep. With little to no training from us Wyatt has decided his bedtime is around 8:30 or 9pm - let him nurse and he goes right off to dreamland. When he wants to nurse look out! He'll nurse on any available body part until you give him what he wants. Have you ever tried changing a baby who has your arm in a bear hug and is sucking on your elbow? He's even grabbed two handfuls of my hair and started nursing on my chin. He has great dexterity and control for someone who is only 6 months old. Just because you THINK it's out of his reach does not mean it is.

Yes, he is quite the character. Both of our kids have been very expressive with their legs. Connor used to get excited and bang his heels on the counter or floor when we were getting his bath ready. Wyatt's little legs are always going and he does a similar little kick when he's excited. He also has his "Angry Leg." When he isn't happy about something his little left leg starts kicking.

Both boys have had some trouble with dry skin since we moved to Pennsylvania. Wyatt has to be greased up like a thanksgiving turkey a couple times a day or he starts to get a little eczema. He hates it for the most part. You would think we were rubbing him down with a Brillo pad the way he carries on.

He absolutely loves baths and gets to have them with Connor which is never dull. It's much easier now that he is sitting up to. Occasionally Connor tries to help bathe Wyatt. This usually involves dousing him with water. A few times though, he has helped to carefully rinse Wyatt or rub shampoo in Wyatt's hair. One night Connor slid up behind Wyatt with a leg on each side and a wash cloth and started washing Wyatt's back.

It's interesting to watch the two of them together. Wyatt seems to think Connor is great. For the most part Connor seems to feel the same. He'll often go sit and play with Wyatt or spontaneously give Wyatt a hug and a kiss. Then there are times he steals Wyatt's toys, or knocks him over, and he hates sharing my lap - but Wyatt has to nurse! One morning last week I was trying to get us all out the door. I had Wyatt  dressed and sitting on the rug in the foyer. I was working on myself and Connor was avoiding me. He was running circles around the rug and then suddenly started saying (in a playful voice) "I can't see... I can't see... At which point he walked over in front of Wyatt, put his foot between Wyatt's legs and his leg right against Wyatt's chest and said "I can't see..." then promptly kicked Wyatt over. Connor gave me a big smile while Wyatt laid there looking adoringly at his big brother.

He's Here!!!

Well, he has finally emerged!!!!
Wyatt Manning Person was born on the morning of April 25th, 2011 at 10:21 AM. He was 21 1/4 inches long and weighed in at 13 pounds, 5 ounces. Yikes!!!
The first day was a little stressful. He had a little trouble breathing for the first hour or so and spent a night in the NNICU. The following day he had improved enough he was off oxygen and got to go down and spend the night in mommy's room. The following day (Wednesday the 27th) both he and mom were doing well enough they got to escape and are now settling in at home and doing well. Enjoy the photos here and visit our Flickr page (linked at the top of this blog) for more.

Long Time, No Posts

WELL! I guess I've been busy. No, mostly I've been down on the couch with "round ligament pain." I don't know how this is for most women who get it, but I am more or less incapacitated. At first is was only getting me 2-3 times a week. Lately it was closer to 2-3 times a day. Then I just had four blissful days when I only felt fat. Then it hit me again today. So, thank goodness for my mom! She's basically been living here for 6 weeks at this point. Connor would be very unhappy if he was stuck here with me. I can't even go for a long walk with him because the pain comes on that quickly.
Nugget seems to be doing really well. My gestational diabetes test came back normal. I'm measuring huge and was asked by a cashier yesterday "How much baby are you having?" I was totally thrilled at my last appointment to still have a "2" as the first number of my weight. (Never thought I'd say that.) I've long since grown out of my wedding rings (though to be truthful I was having a hard time getting them on before I got pregnant) and now I'm swollen out of Tom's wedding ring, too. My feet look like over inflated balloons and I had to by men's size 11 Nike's yesterday. (sigh) Oh... and my inny? Forget it... it's outty. If I sneeze my belly button goes into orbit. (sigh)

Doctors visit on 1/19/11

So I had another visit today. This time with a different Doctor because my Midwife has had her little boy and Dr. Dempsy is not/will not be available with her impending birth.

I had my gestational diabetes test done and am awaiting the results. I was also mortified to find out I was only 3 pounds lighter then I was at my last visit before Connor was born. I had to stop and remind myself that I started out a whole lot heavier this time. Regardless though time for less chocolate and more salads. Otherwise there were no surprises and everything seems fine and on track. I mentioned to Dr. Fylstra that my last two ultrasounds have the baby measuring a week farther along then the initial ultrasound. He said I just have big babies. He went through the images and said my due date could possibly be April 18th. I don't know if he officially changed it, but my mom was pretty excited since that is her birthday.

In comes the Carpel Tunnel Syndrome

My pregnancy with Connor was so very different from Nugget's. My skin cleared up, my hair was thick and needed less washing, everything was so smooth.

With Nugget, my skin has been horrible, I'm shedding like I'm six weeks post partem, I feel like I'm already as big as I was when Connor was born (my bump has blossomed BIG TIME) and now my hands are killing me. It started about a month ago with my righ hand. I would wake up and I'd be numb up to my shoulder as though I slept on it wrong. Then it was both hands. Then it took longer and longer for them to "wake up".  Connor would be well into breakfast some mornings and my hands were still tingly. I've been having trouble with strength and grip. Now this past week I'm having unbearable pain in my right wrist. Everything hurts, even touching it.

The midwife says this is normal, pregnancy swelling pinching the nerves in my hand. Tom bought me a splint to wear that seems to be helping.

I've been bad about writing about my doctor visits. Everything, even the 20 week ultrasound has been fine. As far a Nugget is concerned this pregnancy has been smooth sailing. I shouldn't really complain either since I'm getting the abbreviated pregnancy. Maybe it just seems harder because I slept so much during my pregnancy with Connor and I can't with Nugget.

The funnier thing is that both my Midwife and Dr. Dempsey (who was my doctor with Connor) are pregnant and expecting as well. They are due a few weeks apart. So somewhere in her I'll have to see a different doctor while they are both out on Maternity Leave.

and stranger still...

As though the whole "I can't pee!" phenomenon wasn't bad enough, last night it got better. Tom was in bed, Connor was asleep, and I was finishing up a few chores before bed for myself. I was just finishing with the dishes and when I bent over to put the detergent in I started to get a cramp in my back just under my ribs. I've felt similar pains before so I moved along putting the dogs out and checking Connor one last time for the night. It didn't let up though, and started getting worse. So finally I thought I should go sit on the toilet (still with the catheter in place.)

In minutes the pain got worse and worse to the point where I was crying out for Tom to help me. He slept through it until I crawled from the bathroom to the bed and woke him up. At first he just sat there on the edge of the bed half asleep saying he was sorry the catheter was bothering me so much. I couldn't seem to get through to him that this WAS NOT the catheter, but something new. I think finally seeing the amount of bloody urine in the bag helped get that across.

After calling L&D and waking up our neighbor Rick to come sleep on the couch while we went to the hospital we finally started heading in. The pain was on par if not worse then the back labor I had experienced with Connor. I felt like I was going to pass out, I had a trash can in my lap in case I puked. The whole time I could feel the pain moving lower and then more quickly that it came, it was gone. We were JUST crossing the bridge with the hospital in sight. The whole process took about 90 minutes.

The best they can guess is that I passed a kidney stone. By the time I got there I was simply embarrassed and there wasn't anything to be done. They checked the baby, did an exam on me and blessedly took the stupid catheter out. It turns out the bulb holding it in wasn't completely inflated and even Tom thinks that is why I was having so many problems. Of course there was a lot of talk about "proving" my bladder and what to do if I hadn't peed by morning. No need to worry there. I barely made it home and had time to get my filter (to look for the stone) set up.

I think that is enough excitement for one pregnancy.

and it gets stranger...

So, it's been a pretty uneventful pregnancy, at least until Friday. Friday morning, I woke up before Connor and thougt I would take advantage of a little leisurly bathroom time - no audiance and all. Well - I couldn't go! No I mean it! I could eak out a drop here and there - but I couldn't GO! I needed to, too. Then Connor woke up and I kept trying, and the more I tried the worse it got.  I called the doctors office and said "I can't pee!" and the nurse told me to drink water on my way in.

I felt bad because Connor's breakfast consisted of a Nutra Grain bar while I got dressed and found him cloths and tried again and agian to "go." When we got to the office I had managed to drink a little water, and to say nature was calling would be an understatement. I ended up in tears and whisked to the back when the receptionist asked how I was today. Well there was a lot more trying while my favorite nurse, Anne, wrangled Connor and fed him Saltines. Finally  I couldn't take anymore and I was begging for help. A doctor finally came in, did an ultrasound to make sure I did in fact have to pee (as if I don't know that feeling!) and FINALLY gave me a catheter. The relief was immediate and profound. They managed to drian 1300cc (1000cc is a liter) and sent me home for the weekend with the catheter.

I feel like an idiot again because no one at the office seems to have ever encountered a pregnant woman who can't pee. I remember one morning while I was pregnant with Connor haveing a similar experience, but I managed to "go" before I started for the office and they couldn't find a cause. It didn't happen again until this pregnancy. For the last week or so I had been having trouble but always managed to get past it - and then came Friday.

They'll take the catheter out tomorrow and we'll see if I can "go" on my own. They don't seem to know why or have an underlying cause for my condition. However, I have decided that this catheter CAN NOT be a long term solution to the problem. It has been painful and restrictive and made me miserable all weekend. It may be fine for someone sitting in a chair or laying in a bed for most of their time, but it is not compatible with chasing Connor.