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The Baby Cage

Last week, I gave in and bought Henry a baby cage…

It is actually a little fenced hexagon, but I can’t help but think of it as a little cage for my baby.  We put squishy tiles on the floor, decked it out with a baby gym, and placed it near the sliding glass doors.  Comfy, fun, and sunny.

I decided to buy the baby cage because every time I sit on the floor with Henry, Dana the dog wants to play with us.  She nuzzles her wet doggy nose in my face and paws me with her too-long nails.  I don’t think she’d ever hurt Henry on purpose, but she weighs 45 pounds to Henry’s 15 pounds.  Not a fair fight.

I like that Henry has a place to play on the floor.  He wiggles and coos at the ceiling.  Plus, he’s recently gotten very good at rolling over from his back to his belly… and then screaming in frustration because he can’t flip back over.

I just wonder, how long will Henry tolerate his baby cage?  And when he needs more room to roam, what do we do about the dog?


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Bon Voyage! How to Travel with Baby

Henry, my husband, and I are preparing to take a trip across the country.  Oh, boy!  The anxiety is filling me, just thinking about it…

I’ve scavenged the web looking for sites to give me advice on travelling with at little one.  Here’s what I’ve found:

The Baby Center gives advice on travelling with a newborn to eight-month-old.

The TSA has info on plane travel with babies, including videos.

This is another fun site dedicated to travelling with children.  They even have packing lists!

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Motherhood is…

Motherhood is…
Catching my husband’s cold and putting my faith in my breastmilk. That it will protect my baby from this mucous mess. It is washing my hands feverishly every five minutes to slay the wicked germs crawling all over my skin. It is realizing, with a little squeaky cough and a sniffle, my baby’s got it, too. My heart aches with the unfairness of it all. He must be thinking, ” So this is life, huh?”

Motherhood is…
Rocking my crying fifteen pound bundle as he kicks and wiggles in his discomfort. I rock, stand and bounce, although I haven’t even the energy to pick up a toothbrush. I lie down, still jiggling my sick munchkin. He falls asleep tucked in the crook of my elbow, his head on my arm. I stifle my coughs and my sneezes. He burrows deeper into the cave-like cradle of my arms. My limbs begin to fall asleep. I realize I have to pee. But it can all wait. The world is on hold. My discomfort disrobed, for the love of my babe.

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Taking one for the team or Thank you breastmilk

Spencer came down with a cold on Monday.  By Thursday, he was completely couch-bound, the “wig wag” of Dana’s dog tail on his leg, too painful to tolerate.  On Friday night, it was my turn…

We’re both terrified of Henry getting sick.  Spencer didn’t touch the baby or get even close to him for two days.  For me, that’s not an option.

Thank goodness for the grace and wisdom of mother nature, because miraculously, Henry hasn’t gotten sick…yet.  When I get sick before Henry, my body makes the antibodies for whatever virus I have, and prepares them in an elixir that contains everything a baby needs nutritionally for the first six months of life.  Thank you, breastmilk, for keeping my baby healthy to the chagrin of the germs floating in the air.


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Fur Babies

Before Henry was born, my two cats and dog were my babies.  My animals and I would snuggle under the covers.  I’d take Dana dog to the dog park every day.  I’d roll around with them on the floor.  I even took pride in grooming them.  Mostly, I was more forgiving of their…um, shortcomings.

For years, we’ve had to feed them all in separate rooms…four times a day.  Cleo, the cat, eats her meals in my bedroom.  Yesterday morning, I awoke to the sound of Cleo puking on the bedroom floor.  I was startled, however, by the awful smell.  Surely, Cleo’s vomit couldn’t smell to awful?  I noticed the laundry basket was on its side.  I thought, “No, way.  My little princess couldn’t have…”  A sniff confirmed the truth.  Cleo had left a sock incrusted pile of poop in my laundry basket.  Hiss!

Here’s Cleo playing in a shopping bag (not said laundry basket.)

So, I cleaned up the poop and the barf, started the washing machine, got ready to jump back into bed.  But guess what?  Ote, cat number two, had done a number two on my pillow…

I change umpteen diapers a day, pick up Dana dog poop, scoop the litter box…but this is just more crap than a mama can handle!

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Shock and Awe…An attempt at fewer yawns…

Friday night…  baby crying in the periphery…  let’s hope this gets better…

On the weekend before Henry’s four-month birthday, we decided it was time to sleep train.  After reading a few books and getting some sage advice from friends, we decided to give it a go.

I checked out the following books from the library:

I am reluctant to say this, but I really enjoyed sleeping with my baby for the last few days.  Last night, as we cuddled in bed, husband on the futon in the other room, I whispered,”I love you and I’ll miss having your snuggles by my side.”  The first of many times in his life that I will have to…let go…

So, here’s how it went:

7:00 We gave him two bottles!  Totaling about 7 ounces (way more than he’s ever eaten before).  We swaddled just his arms.  I placed him in bed and he fell asleep immediately.

10:00 Awake.  We waited five minutes, listening to him cry…

10:05 Spencer went into his room and said,”Shhh… Night, night…”  He waited thirty seconds.


10:40 Awake and crying.

10:45 I went into his room and adjusted his swaddle.

10:50 Still crying, but slowing down…

So far, so good, I’d say.  But really, it just feels awful.  I had never let him cry for more than a few minutes without running to soothe him.  I wonder if he feels abandoned, scared, terrified as he chokes on his tears.  My poor baby!  This just can’t be the best way.

I’ve received several recommendations for this book, saying it has worked wonders for their children.  I’ll check it out tomorrow, if Henry and I survive.  He may just wake up beside me in bed, suckling gently in his sleep.

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