Hey all! I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentines’ weekend. Ours was very low key and filled with lots of cooking and sugar. Which is about as much as you can ask for! Aside from a couple of trips to the park we spent our weekend snuggled up inside making all kinds of heart shaped treats and then devouring them on the spot.
The kids are finally coming into an age where they have become little playmates. Holland is absolutely obsessed with her big brother. Which is something I had hoped for from the moment I knew we were having a girl. However, the reciprocation on Hudson’s end has been a slower process. But, it just makes those moments that he loves on her even more precious and beautiful.
This stage of family life is weird. Everything they do is adorable and precious, but each little milestone and holiday just gets me anxious for the next year. Like, ‘just imagine how cute Valentines’ Day will be next year when they’re both old enough to truly enjoy it and participate’. I constantly have to remind myself to stay in the moment and let the future be.
As it is, time is going fast enough. For example, our little girl will be turning ONE in three days. I can not believe this day is already here. That first year really flies when you’re chasing after an older sibling. It’s definitely been the most exhaustingly lovely year of my life.
Ever since my husband received his 1099 form this year we have been very budget conscious. There is nothing quite as sobering as realizing how much money you made and then discovering you really don’t have much to show for it. “Where did it all go?” “Um…. Target?!” Who knows… We have been playing pretty fast and loose with our income for the majority of our marriage. And we finally decided to make a major change in our lifestyle. Which is what leads me to the point I am at now. Trying to plan an at home Valentine’s Date. With Children.
Don’t get me wrong, I am actually excited about saving money. And anytime I think I’m missing out on something I just remind myself that it’s for the greater good… of eventually buying a bigger house and having more kids (dare to dream, people). But, how do you do Valentine’s right when you’re stuck at home with the kids?
Here’s what I’ve got in mind so far…
Step One: Decorate some Valentine’s treats with the kids while most likely watching Paw Patrol. Because Hudson is on a kick.
Step Two: Fancy Home cooked meal, followed by indulging on the kid’s homemade desserts (One for you, and One for you, and Five for Mommy)!
Step Three: Whine down and put kids to bed. Then pop open some wine.
Step Four: Music and Board games. Something to actually get us interacting and engaged with one another.
Step Five: Red Box and Chill. Is that a thing? It should be… Although, There is a very good chance that “chill” here really means “fall asleep”. Because, honestly, a good nights sleep sounds super romantic to me, right now! Ahhh, the joys of parenthood.
What are all of you planning for this Valentine’s Day?!
It has been ages. Somehow, life with more than one kid has been a little time consuming. Can you imagine?!
Anyway, tonight I am just reflecting on how different things are the second time around. My mother would kill me if she knew that I have no idea when Holland started crawling or what day she said DaDa for the first time. But, truly, I have no idea. A few weeks ago? Yesterday? Last year? What day is it…? EVERYthing is a blur.
Unfortunately for my precious baby girl (who, yes, I am obsessed with) most of the time I feel a very “Been there, done that” attitude about the things I used to obsess over with Hudson. Someone asked me the other day when she learned to pull her pacifier out of her mouth to smile and greet someone. I’ve been so in my head that hadn’y even occured to me that it is sort of a milestone and I probably should have noticed.
Oh well. I know Holland may regret my laissez faire attitude when she is older and feeling nostalgic (and for that reason, I will do my best to improve) but for right now I am enjoying just being with the two of them. And soaking up any chance I get to just sit and play with them.
So since we’re here. And I’m blogging. I’ll record a few of Holland’s recent milestones (just don’t ask me what date these things happened….)
She is very social. Loves to smile and make eye contact. Currently learning to wave.
She is obsessed with Hudson and all of his trucks. The feeling is not mutual.
She Army crawls as fast as lighting. And sits up with the greatest little baby posture.
She loves to eat and yank on people’s hair.
She has two teeth finally cutting this week.
She will dance any time music comes on.
On the not so cute side…
She is already very feisty and will yell at/whack her brother when she doesn’t get to play with his trucks.
She does not sleep well anymore…yaaaayyyyyy….
She is GLUED to my hip. And upset when I have to do anything not involving her.
All very typical sweet and not so sweet eight month old things.
I promise to be back soon with more news and updates.
Holland is now 5 weeks old and although she definitely gets a little fussy at times, It seems that she isn’t going to be a colicky baby. And that is a great relief after struggling so much through Hudson’s first few months. Her laid back attitude and the little experience I have under my belt from Hudson has made this second child thing so much easier than I was expecting.
The only difficulty we have experienced with her so far are skin sensitivities. Have any of you had to deal with ultra sensitive baby skin? She got the worst diaper rash I have ever seen around 3 weeks old. With open wounds and everything. Treating that was a pain in the butt (pardon the pun). Diaper changes took forever because the doctor recommended we thoroughly rinse her down with Domeboro at each change and apply antibiotic ointment and pounds of butt paste. PLUS have her soak in a Domeboro drenched pad for 20 minutes, four times a day. Since the wounds have finally healed, I’ve had to switch her to sensitive diapers and I can’t use baby wipes on her. Even the sensitive wipes seem to bother her skin. So I’ve had to resort to making my own. All in all, it’s not the worst thing in the world but it has definitely been annoying and I am hoping it’s something she will grow out of.
Hudson still has no desire to hold her. He would rather play with his monster trucks. Although, to be fair, that’s really the only thing he ever wants to do. He will occasionally check in on her and ask her how she is doing. And today when I pulled her bassinet closer to me in order to rock it, he pulled it back and said “No.. MY baby Holland.” So, I’m taking that as a good sign and running with it,
Holland Elise Comeaux
On February 18th, at 2 am, we checked into the hospital to induce labor. And nine hours later we met our precious baby girl for the first time! While the labor and delivery were smooth and relatively easy the day was not without drama. After settling into our room and getting the pitocin flowing I dozed off for a few zzz’s just to wake up around 4 am to an empty room. Jamy was missing. After calling and texting for about thirty minutes my very pale and green husband came back in the room to announce that he had caught the horrible stomach virus that our son Hudson had just recovered from a few days earlier. Not really sure what to do, he laid back down on the couch and we both tried to get some more rest. Around 6 am another wave of nausea came on and this time it was obvious that he was not going to be of much use for the day if we couldn’t find a way to stop the vomiting.
So we decided that he should leave and try to find a doctor who could help him out that early in the morning. The next hour, as I waited for my mom to come take Jamy’s place by my side, I was doing my best not to panic. But, all i could think about was the fact that my husband most likely would not be present for the birth of our daughter.
To make a long story short, Jamy tried to get into a few of the local walk in clinics to no avail (they weren’t open yet) and to see doctors that didn’t have any spots to fit him in. Finally, he called in a favor from an out of town relative who was able to call in a prescription for Zofran and save the day.
By 10 am Jamy was still MIA and I was dilated to 7 cm. So my mother and I were discussing the logistics of whether we should video the birth or face time it live with Jamy so he could at least watch it happen from wherever he was. Around 10:40 I felt a really large contraction with a ton of pressure and asked the nurse to check me again. At that moment Jamy came running in the room. And the nurse announced that I was at 10 cm and ready to push! Twenty minutes later, Holland was born! The timing was absolutely perfect. And all I could do was thank the Lord for answering my prayers.
The next couple of days in the hospital, Jamy was quarantined to the couch in our room with very little contact with Holland. So I was essentially all on my own, trying to recover from delivery and take care of this little child. But, by the grace of God, I somehow managed to stay awake for the majority of 36 hours and stay positive and energized. She was the sweetest and most calm baby who took to breast feeding like a champ.
Holland is now three weeks old and still as sweet and calm as the day she was born. We have truly been blessed with this little girl. And are so happy to add another one to our clan. Hudson is very slowly adjusting to life with a baby. He truly doesn’t pay too much attention to her yet. But he will check on her when she cries and rock her bassinet and shush her when she’s upset.
I can’t wait to watch them grow up together.