Last night our good friends, Orion and Holly, came over for our weekly Wednesday night showing of Dexter Season 4. The only thing better than watching America’s favorite televised serial killer do his twisted deeds is to watch said debauchery with good friends. With our busy schedules, it’s nice to have a set time to [...]
I just spent the last 45 minutes trying to console an inconsolable baby. Nola has never cried for more than 10 minutes consecutive and I was ill-prepared to deal with her pathetic-yet-feisty bout with The Anger. Now she’’s asleep in my arms, still huffing and puffing in her sleep, Faux-crying even in rest all in [...]
Nola just hurled 4 times in a 20-minute span. And not just a minor spit-up - I’m talking stomach-emptying vomits. I’m equal parts frustrated, puke coated and worried. I need to call the DR and get her back in. I don’t think it’s a stomach flu that decides to rear its head every 3 days. [...]
We seemed to be in the clear following Monday’s barrage of mess. Nola went to her re-check on Wednesday, and the pediatrician said it was most likely a stomach virus and that we should continue giving her Pedialyte for the next few days - at least an ounce every two hours. Following the appointment, I [...]
Nola spent the first 6 hours of the day mastering the art of baby perfection. She was laughing, talking, sleeping for long stretches in the Bjorn and loving her bottle as if it were the breast itself.
And then, suddenly, gas set in over lunchtime. A 20-minute crying jag tempted me to put on my noise-canceling [...]
Nola isn’t the same baby now that she’s drinking a mild amount of antibiotics. They are wreaking havoc on her poor little belly and she in turn is wreaking havoc on my day. Our normally cheerful tot screamed all day yesterday unless I held her by the stomach.
“She’s yours for the night,” I said [...]
Without fail, I took the ability to drive in relative peace for granted. More often than not my biggest road annoyances were Chicago traffic and the user-unfriendly iPod integration system in our Subaru. Back when Constance still carried Nola on the inside, I assumed that the car would provide one of the few places where [...]
Some of you might remember a while back when I wrote a glowing post about my first experience feeding Nola. How she didn’t like the Nuk bottle, but once I gave her the Dr. Brown’s variety, she latched on and did her thing like a pro. I think I described it as one of the [...]
I shouldn’t have laughed at her puke-smeared face, but that is the essential problem with babies - they somehow manage to increase the adorable quotient the more disgusting they look. Or that could just be my taste for dark humor. Regardless, I thought it would be one for the scrapbooks to have a photo that [...]