Two Months Old?

Can it be? Really? Two months?
Really! It's true. LT is two months old today. He has gotten so big, over twelve pounds! He's less fussy from colic, but more so from his teeth coming in now. He will only fall asleep on my chest or while nursing, which is a bit vexing. My grandma is encouraging me to 'put him on a schedule' but like I always tell her, he is on a very regular schedule. It just so happens that that schedule is not mine! LT eats when he wants, sleeps when he wants and plays when he wants. I don't believe I'm 'spoiling him' and I'm not inconveniencing myself, so I don't see what the problem is. He may be a bit fussy, but I'd say my untrained little guy is pretty happy.

 Rockin' the tie dye

 He sure loves his Mamaw!

 Om nom nom

 On his very favorite bed

 With daddy R

 Catchin' a ride in the sling

Oh my! It's a little monster!

That's it for today. It's awfully hard to type when you're a bed!

Keeping sane... barely...

As little LT gets bigger and stronger he is impressing everyone. From his first day earthside he could roll on to his side and lift his head off of my chest as I cuddled him. Before he was two weeks old he rolled over completely while he was supposed to be napping away in his pack n play. He has quite the little temper, once he gets started it's a task getting his attention and refocusing him on something that makes him happy. He'll scream and cry unrelentingly even after being changed and fed and snuggled. He pinches, punches, slaps and kicks anythin within reach, including himself. It breaks my heart. Sometimes music is the key to soothing my little beast, but a lot of the time I just have to hold him close and wait it out. He has an knack for know when R (my boyfriend) has just fallen asleep, at which point he will become inconsolable for about an hour. At these times I sometimes just have to hold him and cry along with him. When he isn't so upset, he's smiling constantly. Even when he's crying I tell him how much I love him and call him my sweet boy. I think he's started trying to laugh these last few days, he loves to smile at people see them smile back. He's getting so big. He won't be weighed until Thursday but I know he's at least 11 pounds now. He's getting so big! He doesn't fit snugly in my lap for feedings anymore, he can almost escape me when I try to hold him and he loves nothing more than to roll off of my chest while I snuggle him and sleep in the crook of my arm. He's a healthy little eater, although today I don't know if it is that he's eaten more or less than usual but my breasts were engorged before almost every feeding. We took a lovely nap that he munched all the way through and I'm working on a crocheted pony for when he takes an interest in playing. I have a lot of ideas for toys, hopefully I can get them done soon before they are in demand.
Oh! Christmas! It was very nice, my mother is visiting and the family spent Christmas day at my grandparents' house. R stayed home. The holidays make him sad. Christmas night we spent with his family. I really love spending time with them. His mother and I share a lot of beliefs. I', glad I get along with her so well.
So, three more days until our very busy, all-about-town day. I have an appointment with my OB early in the day, then hopefully I'll have time for lunch with my grandma, afterwards I go to the breastfeeding support group at the health department, finally I'll run home just in time for my appointment with the nurse. I think I'd like to try to post more regularly, I don't usually have much to say.
No pictures today, sorry!

Hello, Little Man!

So yesterday my little boy turned one month old! I can't believe it, yet somehow it feels like he's been here so much longer. I had a wonderful birth even though I didn't have a homebirth like I wanted. The only thing that upset me was that I was put on pitocin without anyone asking me or even telling me. My labor was so fast I can't imagine why they felt the need to speed it up. I woke up at 2:40 am on November 17th to what felt like a very urgent bowel movement, I went to the bathroom but nothing. I woke up my boyfriend at 3:00 when I was relatively sure that I was in labor. (My contractions were 5-7 minutes apart.)
Since we don't a car I called my grandma, (she didn't answer her cell, the house phone or my grandpa's phone. I had to call my sister and have her wake them up) and she drove us to the hospital, saying the whole way that she was sure that I wasn't in active labor and we'd be sent back home. I was 4 cm dilated and when I was checked a half hour later I had progressed to 5 1/2. Did I mention that my OB was out of town?
When I got to the L&D room they unbeknownst to me started me on the pitocin, that is when my labor got super intense. During one of these awful contractions the nurse asked if I wanted an epidural. I said no, but she didn't hear me, so she asked again. I answered again, she asked again. I screamed NO. She apologized for not hearing me and I was not asked again. I started feeling like I had to push very shortly after that but was repeatedly told that I 'couldn't push yet.' The contractions were too intense otherwise so I just pushed very gently. The nurse said at the very leas I had to wait until the nursery staff got to the room. When they arrived I got down to business. By the time the on-call OB got there my son's shoulders were coming out. He was born at 5:50 am, weighed 8 pounds 1 ounce and was 19 1/4 inches long.
The only other thing that frustrated me was how quickly the nursery staff was trying to take him. I did feed him for awhile before they took him for a bath and health screens. It was almost an hour before he was brought back to me.
My grandma stayed with him the whole time so I was only mildly worried about him. My boyfriend stayed with me (after grabbing a bite to eat) and was finally calmed down. Waking him up with such urgent news had caused him to have a panic attack.He had to go back home that afternoon to rest up before work the next day. I had to stay in the hospital for the full 48 hours, I would have been released after 24 hours except that I was GBS positive and (I blame the pitocin) the antibiotics that I was also on during labor didn't have time to take affect on him.
We stayed with my grandma for the first two weeks so that she could help me with the baby while I adjusted to motherhood, but I only needed her for one night when he was about a week old, the exhaustion had caught up to me and he was inconsolable. We've been home for two weeks now and Ryan tries his best to help, but he does have to get sleep so he can work. I am so happy with my guys, I've still got a bit of the baby blues but things are going well. I love my boyfriend and my sweet little son LT.