Two months – at the pediatrician’s

Sleeping after vaccines

Sleeping after vaccines

Today was challenging. I’ve confirmed with the daycare we were trying to get into that they have no space and likely will not until Darwin is 2. We knew it was a long shot, but it’s still upsetting. It was the one daycare we found where we could afford part time care with me at work half time. Other facilities cost almost a third again as much. I’ll tell you what, if you’re trying to get pregnant, find out if you need to get on daycare lists now. We’re set through the end of the year at least. Not really what I needed to hear on my last day of maternity leave!

We have also been working on a way to consolidate our roof loan and some of our student loans and I found out today that the bank is under valuing our house which is just a kick in the pants. I don’t know if an appraisal will make any difference or not. Here’s hoping.

On an up note, I really like our pediatrician. She is great with Darwin and was appropriately impressed with me having pushed out a posterior baby as a first time mom. Darwin continues to grow at a fantastic rate, weighing in at 13 lbs 3 oz (95th percentile!), 23 inches, and almost 16 inches in head circumference!

Unfortunately, the crappy day continued when I had to insist to the tech that I absolutely *would* be nursing my daughter while she was getting her vaccines. Even after insisting the tech made it clear she was annoyed and thought it was the wrong choice. Everyone I have ever spoken to about first vaccines have said “nurse your baby! It makes it easier!” I couldn’t believe it. Darwin was very upset by the shots, and being able to latch back on after a short cry allowed her to calm herself very quickly. Afterwards I think the tech said something about how well do it her way next time. I was too focused on Darwin to give her comment the time of day. Needless to say this mama bear was pissed.

I feel like it would help my mindset to end on a better note. Currently I’m snuggling a very sweet baby, waiting for my wife to come home with delicious thai food. She does know how to make the worst day better.


Eight weeks, or ‘no mamas, I’m not happy all the time!’

Yesterday was the 8 week mark from Darwin’s wild entry into the world. 8 weeks is supposed to be the peak of crying, so I suppose it’s appropriate that last night she fussed and cried for quite a while before settling to sleep for a couple of hours, only to wake up to cry inconsolably for another period. Currently, she is sleeping restlessly on my belly. I suspect either gas or demon possession.

As Darwin gets bigger and older, her interactions with the world have become much more interesting. Currently she is in love with my parent’s ceiling fan. The fan gets way more smiles than anyone or anything else. She coos at it (she started really cooing last week) insistently. I wish I could ask her what is so wonderful about this particular fan, as she does not respond the same way to our ceiling fan.

We’ve fallen into a bit of a rhythm during the first half of the day now. Up by about 730, breakfast and coffee for MamaLee before work, I either rest or go into my parent’s house. Darwin has decided that a nap at 10 meets her approval and she will sleep anywhere from and hour to (sometimes) 4 hours, I assume depending on her level of hunger, the state of her diaper, and where we are. I tried to sleep during this morning nap, but usually can’t fall asleep, so this is my house work/self care time. Wash and fold diapers, play with the dog, watch mindless tv, sweep the house. I’ve even started doing a little bit of work from home, mostly setting up simulations to run so that I can start processing data when I get back to work. In a week and a half.

The end of maternity leave hovers, both a welcome and exhausting prospect. I’m going back full time until the end of the year in an attempt to cover the unexpected birth costs from the transfer, and the student loans that start coming due in December, and the roof payments, and MamaLee’s tuition. I really hate the money system. And the fact that we don’t have paid maternity leave in the USA. The exhausting aspects include having to leave this little person who still needs me so very much, and not having a place to care for her yet. Infant care is almost impossible to get into in our area, outside of unregistered in home care, which I find terrifying. Even so, care at a great facility would mean about $5 per hour, compared to double digit costs for hourly babysitting. It would make more sense for MamaLee to stay home with the bug than to hire for one on one care, given her pay rate and the taxes taken out. So for now we’re hobbling something together with my mom, me working when MamaLee is not (nights and weekends), and hoping that some of the families at the daycare where we’re on the wait list decide to move to Australia.