getting my feet wet

uhh, hello blogworld... i'm sorta new at this, not really sure what's going on. i thought i'd be a little more comfortable doing this since i've been reading so many friends' blogs forever now... but it's strange to be on the other side of the keyboard. i feel all exposed but i haven't said a word yet. let me preface this whole thing by saying i'm not a writer, and i tend to speak faster than i can compose a clear thought in my head. so, there will be a lot of poorly structured stream-of-consciousness throughout my posts. oh, and i love comma but hate periods, so LOTS of runons in your future - sorry for that!

while i type, my son snoozing in his swing and judge judy on in the background (not really watching, fox just stays on all day after our morning dose of wendy williams, our current favorite lady!). i have a month left of leave before i start back at work, and i want to capture every minute of it. it's gone by so fast, i don't want to look back and wander what the heck happened during the first few months of my son's life. so, i'll start somewhere in the middle and talk about the beginning some other time.

the weather finally broke sometime over the weekend, and not a moment too soon. we've been cooped up for awhile now, only getting out for baby yoga or random trips to the store. so despite a cold and impending sore throat, i saddled up gobbles and the puppies for a nice long walk. side note - i'll be affectionately calling my baby gobbles from now on. he was due thanksgiving weekend, but arrived almost two weeks late. more on that another day. it was great to get the brood out for some much needed fresh air and a little sun - they seemed to have calmed the boy down a bit.

see, up until last week, he was role model baby - eating great, gaining weight like a champ (maybe even more so), and started sleeping through the night around 9/10 weeks. then, a week ago, bam. up every other hour to eat, scream, do anything but sleep for more than 2 hours. fine, a growth spurt of sorts. a few days after that, just in time for the weekend, he just started seeming miserable. i consulted my trusty google pediatrician since it was a friday night, and came to the conclusion that he is teething. at 12 weeks. yea seems early to me too. so all weekend that was my excuse for his behavior. i have told myself time and time again that i will NOT be a crazy paranoid first time mother and call the emergency line just because he was a little more fussy than usual. so i did what any mother would do, let it play out the weekend, and accepted an invitation out for drinks with some girlfriends leaving my baby home with my husband. i swear i'm not a selfish jerk, husband got to go out during the day and i was only gone 3 hours. and i really did need to get away, it took all my might to not start crying the moment i walked into my friend's place because i was so happy to get some normalcy if just for an hour or two. i returned home to my frazzled husband telling me how gobbles screamed for 2 hours straight. the look on my husband's face mirrored the exact way i felt all week. i don't think he knows how much i appreciated the escape.

anyway, to ease all our worry, last night he finally slept through the night again, and today he seems pretty pleasant. but, though i can see them on the gumline, the teeth haven't poked through yet. so, either a)he's used to the pain now, b)it's not over, and he was just so exhausted that he had to sleep last night but i'm in for it again tonight, or c)he's not really teething right now and i'm a horrible mother for googling his symptoms instead of rushing to the pediatrician at the first sign of an unhappy baby.

i'm sure i'll figure it out. or, i'll just give him cereal which is the solution my mother tells me for everything the baby does.

well, looks like i didn't just get my feet wet, i jumped right in! and just to clarify that gobbles wasn't completely miserable all week, just fussier than usual. see - he was laughing as well! more happy baby stories to come!