10 month update

This month, Wyatt…

  • Has a BIG personality. Who knew a 10 month old could show so much attitude? He throws mini temper tantrums.
  • Loves to mimic sounds and talk to himself. He’s really experimenting with his vocal range.
  • Throws EVERYTHING
  • Is starting to show pickiness with what he eats – meaning if he decides he doesn’t want to eat it, he throws it on the floor. Tonight, the squash was tossed.
  • Has 8 teeth – 4 up and 4 down. One of his upper eye teeth have been bugging him lately too. Poor guy. 
  • Has been very patient with Mom having a broken ankle. He enjoyed watching the Olympics – especially diving where he would clap when they hit the water.
  • Took over Dad’s side of the bed! Mom laughs at this one. Dad’s not too impressed when Wyatt hogs his space.
  • Spent 3 half days at daycare this week.
  • Showed signs of an egg allergy! We got blood work done and will find out more on Saturday.
  • Is still co-sleeping, breastfeeding and in cloth diapers

This past month, Mommy…

  • Broke her ankle
  • Cancelled the trip to Ontario
  • Has been stuck inside WAY TOO MUCH
  • Started focusing on her business (more to come on that)
  • Enjoyed lots of cuddles with her little man. If you can’t get out, might as well cuddle!🙂

    Purging the past

    Tonight I decided to clean out my inbox. Let’s just say this task was LONG OVERDUE. I’ve been hoarding emails since I switched to my Gmail account in 2012.

    It’s funny how much baggage can be found in someone’s email.

    In the year 2012 alone, I found emails relating to:

    • Tracking my ovulation cycles
    • Friends asking if I was pregnant yet
    • My feelings when my SIL got prego with #2
    • Baby item wish lists I had sent to my husband
    • Newborn photography package inquiries
    • Lists of baby names

    Man oh man!

    If I only knew back then what I know now… timeline, treatments, ugh. I was so naive, yet so hopeful and excited.

    Anyway, moral of the story is: email is a form of clutter. HIT DELETE and take a weight off.

    Whew. Feels good. 

    You don’t need to be supermom

    It’s about a week and a half since I broke my ankle. My radiology report said that I have a small displaced fracture in the joint between the talus and the cuboid. The doctor I saw at the cast clinic didn’t really give me any more info besides, “Boot her and we will see you in 3 weeks“.

    I used crutches the first 4 days. Once my husband had to go back to work, I ditched the crutches, because, well… I have a 9 month old to take care of. I thought it was going ok. My initial reaction was that it hurt WAY LESS than my previous sprains.

    That quickly changed.

    I’ve had A LOT of nerve pain this week along with some numbness in my toes. The pain kinda feels like someone is holding fire on your foot and it shoots down over my toes. I saw my acupuncturist for a treatment and she said I could potentially need surgery if the displaced bone is affecting the nerves.

    SAY WHHHHHAAT?

    I spent one morning playing a lovely game of phone tag with a variety of health professionals. I had tried to call my ortho doctor (multiple times), but turns out he’s on vacation… until my 3 week follow up (which is another week away). I finally spoke with a cast technician and he told me to stay off of it until I am able to see the doctor.

    Yup, I’m back on the crutches.

    Since breaking my ankle, I’ve spent lots of time just “being” with Wyatt – playing on the floor, laying together, reading books, enjoying simple games and simple moments.

    One of my good friends reminded me yesterday that, “You don’t need to be supermom“.

    My son is only 9.5 months old. We will make memories while I heal. And healing is most important right now.

     

    And then I broke my ankle…

    Sometimes the universe smacks you with a sign you can’t ignore. Last week, Wyatt and I had lunch with a friend. I told her that I needed to slow down – to take all of life in, to not force decisions, to go with a natural flow.

    The next morning, I broke my ankle.

    I was on my way out the front door with the diaper bag over my left shoulder, Wyatt on my left hip and our 2 chihuahuas in their crate in my right hand. I’m not 100% sure what happened. I think the dogs shifted in their crate as I stepped off our last step onto the lawn. My left ankle gave out. I heard a loud pop and went down. The Mom in me was focused on making sure Wyatt didn’t fall. He was fine. I sat up and knew that my ankle wasn’t. I called my husband and we sat on the lawn until he got home to rescue us.

    I didn’t want to be doing what I was headed out to do that day. Wyatt was supposed to spend his 2nd time at daycare while I ran the dogs to the vet. I had asked my husband to take the time off to take the dogs, but he couldn’t get it off. Isn’t it ironic that he ended up home anyway? 

    It’s only a small fracture. I joke that it hurts way less than my major sprain from 4 years ago. The physical pain isn’t what’s getting to me though. It’s the guilt from not being able to 100% take care of my son.

    Until I got my walking boot the next day, I had to be completely off my ankle. That first day my husband did everything for Wyatt and handed him to me when it was time to nurse. We dropped him at daycare when we went to the hospital to get the walking cast. Wyatt had an absolute meltdown when we picked him up. It was a combo of being up way earlier than he usually is and a case of missing Mom. We normally do everything together and now he has to get used to being with Dad way more.

    It’s been 3 days since I broke it. I’m getting around much better today, but I’m still not stable enough to walk on the boot while holding my son. We live in a 4-level split home with 6 stairs between the main floor and the bedrooms. I’m worried about how to get Wyatt downstairs in the mornings once Mike returns to work on Tuesday (we have a holiday here in Canada tomorrow). I’m thinking it may be easiest to go down on my bum with him on my lap. Right now, it seems like it would have been much easier if he wasn’t mobile or was walking on his own. Crawling has it’s limitations.

    Mom guilt is totally taking over. I wanted to enjoy the rest of my maternity leave. Now, I’m going to spend it hobbling around unable to do all of the activities that Wyatt and I had been enjoying so far this summer – swimming, spray parks and our daily walks. I’m just going to have to find a way to be more present in a slower pace. I have had friends tell me that I should have a better idea of what I can accomplish with the boot on at the one-week post injury mark.

    My husband deserves a gold star. He finally gets what it’s like to have the baby full-time… except now he needs to stop bitching about it.

    I miss my boy though. I mean I still get him. I’m still here. But, my husband has taken over many of my Mom duties and it’s making me sad. I can’t get to him as fast. I can’t hold him on that knee for as long. I can’t take him for a stroller walk. But, I can still make the most of it. Tonight, we sat on the floor playing together. I have a feeling this incident will encourage me to get down to Wyatt’s level and enjoy life from his perspective a bit more.


     

     

     

    How we have handled teething

    As I mentioned in our 9 month update, Wyatt currently has 6 teeth. I ordered how they came in on the chart below. The 7th is not far behind and has almost broken through. It’s the one indicated by the orange star.

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    When he’s teething, Wyatt shows some obvious signs – crankiness, pulling at ears, biting, chewing, clinginess – but overall, he’s been a very good teether. We’ve dealt with the bad days by giving him Camilia “teething juice” as I call it, or Hyland teething tablets. Many friends told me that the tablets work better than the drops, but I find the drops way easier as there’s no mixing involved when we are out and about. We’ve only used Infant Tylenol a few times at night.  Teethers – especially the chewellery ones – have also worked wonders for us.

    After taking Wyatt for acupuncture last week, I’m 100% convinced that it’s a viable option for teething relief. We saw an Acupuncturist who specializes in Pediatrics. When kids get acupuncture, the needles don’t stay put. It’s simply a prick and done. Wyatt didn’t cry and the difference in his demeanor was almost immediate.

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    4 out of 6 chompers on my smiley baby.

    We’ve had such a good breastfeeding experience until the teething phase. A few weeks ago, Wyatt bit me so hard that my nipple was dripping blood. For the first time, I could relate to women who have had sore, bleeding nipples earlier in their breastfeeding journeys. A grin and bear it attitude helped me get through it until it healed up.

    I still love breastfeeding, but I cringe each time he latches when I know he’s about to get another tooth. It’s a hard situation to deal with. I feel like he bites because the counter pressure gives him some relief. In that case, I don’t want to get angry at him.

    Other times, I feel like he’s biting simply to be naughty (i.e. when he’s goofing around instead of going to sleep). I’ve used a stern “NO WYATT!”, but he  always bites down harder. I slowly unlatch him and he always just laughs at me. When this happens, I put the boob away until he’s calmed down or shown signs that he’s ready to try again in a gentler manner. My feelings are hurt on top of my sore nipples. It’s been the weirdest emotion of motherhood to date. You know your child doesn’t understand that they are hurting you, but they are. You question why. You wonder what motivates them. You don’t want to upset them, but you don’t know how to enforce the boundary.

    Do you have any advice for the biting? How do you stop them from chomping your precious nips? I’d love to hear what worked for you.

    9 month update

    This month, Wyatt…

    • Has majorly found his voice. He screeches whenever he’s excited…  especially in places that are typically quiet – the bookstore, waiting rooms, etc.:/
    • Crawls faster and faster
    • Has (almost) 7 teeth – 3 top, 3 bottom with another 1 top attempting to poke through. The latest bottom tooth surprised me.
    • Had his first acupuncture appointment. Seriously, it was amazing! Wyatt reacted so well that we didn’t even realize it until after he latest tooth poked through. He was totally chilled out after his treatment.
    • Loves swimming and reading books!
    • Is learning to share when we have play dates
    • Had his first 2 hour experience at daycare while Mommy was at the dentist
    • Is still co-sleeping, breastfeeding and in cloth diapers.

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    This past month, Mommy…

    • Has been walking between 2-5km per day for the past 2 weeks. I’m loving this new habit. It’s given me energy, a tan and something to look forward to each day.
    • Got out of the house for 2 Paint Nites and a long overdue pedicure and lunch with her local IVF gals
    • Is focusing on being more present and really enjoying the one-on-one time with Wyatt as my maternity leave draws closer to the end.
    • Booked another trip back to Ontario to spend a few more days at the cottage and meet our new niece
    • Turned another year older

    My baby fell out of bed

    I never thought I would say this but…

    Wyatt fell out of bed – as in our big queen sized bed – because we are still cosleeping.:/

    Now, let me preface this by saying, it sounds MUCH worse than it actually was.

    My little monkey is super active. Whenever he wakes up, he flips himself onto all fours and be-lines it for the side of the bed. He’s usually searching for our cat Oliver. If I’m lucky the cat is curled up on the bed and distracts Wyatt long enough for me to get to him. Poor Kitty. We are working on the concept of gentle petting. 

    Anyway…

    I awoke to Wyatt making an “ugh, ugh” sound. I opened my eyes and screamed, “OMG where is the baby?!?!” My husband does not have the reaction time that I do as he mumbled and lay there half asleep not seeming concerned at all.

    I looked over the side of the bed and there was my child slowly sliding towards the floor. Yes, I’m now accepting nominations for Mom of the Year. *head smack*

    Since I had been anticipating this day, I had previously lined the floor on my side of the bed with a 3 high stack of pillows. Along the top of the bed had been a body pillow with another pillow on top of that. Wyatt must have rolled around and gone overboard with the pillows from the top of the bed.

    He did not touch the floor. He was laying on top of a minimum of 5 pillows.

    I picked him up. He snuggled into my chest and went immediately back to sleep.

    See, I told you. It sounded MUCH worse than it actually was.

    In fact, the worst part about the situation was that it was 5am and I couldn’t go back to sleep after running all of the worst case scenarios through my head. Anxiety is lovely – isn’t it? 

    The next day I ordered a BabyHome Side Rail. It came. I assembled and installed it. It works awesome.

    I WISH I had listened to my gut months ago and ordered it instead of listening to my husband who wanted to wait “just a little longer”. The irony is he is the one who insists that Wyatt stay in our bed even though he complains non-stop about having no room. The bed rail has given us what feels like 2 feet of space back! I love it!

    Moral of the story: Get a bed rail. They work. They make everyone more comfortable. Mom has less worries…. except… he loves to use it to stand up now. OIE!

    Almost 9 months in, I still love cosleeping. I get to sleep. I get to snuggle. I can easily feed him. I’d like to transition him to crib naps before we transition night time. He’s had 2 crib naps so far. Hopefully we can build up to more before the end of the summer.