Thursday, January 29, 2009

so much drama...

This might be long...

OK, so before I get into the events of yesterday, you should know two things:
- We have three geckos. (We do raise them, in theory, but the only baby that they ever produced was killed at 3 days old when the scorpion got a hold of him. (We no longer have scorpions.))
- Ray built the geckos a specialized tank this summer that requires removal of a pane of glass to get in and out of the tanks.

You can probably guess where this is going.

It was a normal day at work, about 4:30 p.m., as I was reading some copy and preparing to get out of the office about 5:30 p.m. or so. My cell rang, but I was talking to a co-worker, so I ignored it. It rang again, but I again didn't get to it.

When my desk phone rang and Ray was a little breathless on the phone, I thought that maybe I should have answered those cell calls.

"You need to come home right now."

So I gathered all my stuff and left. I called him back on the cell while on the way home and he told me that he was cleaning the gecko tanks when he somehow accidentlly kicked the pane of glass and cut his foot. Badly.

So I get home and there is Ray, lying on the ground rocking the baby in her bouncer chair while holding a very, very red towel over his foot. I figured we are going to the hospital, but Ray would have none of that. He is "fine," just needs me to go get gauze, etc.

So our night was spent with Ray tending to his injury (which was pretty gross by the way - a long, U-shaped cut along his big toe and foot - he's lucky he didn't lose his big toe), I got to spend the night cleaning up blood splatters all over the carpet. Yay.

But all of that was over by about 7-8 p.m.

Lola went down - for the first time - at about 7:30 p.m. We've been trying to let her fuss a bit in her crib on her own if she won't stay asleep. So, when she started crying at about 8 p.m., I didn't think too much of it.

But those cries quickly turned to high-pitched shrieks.

I went in to her room and Lola - who sleeps on her left side - must have lost her nuk to her left and rolled over to try to get it. Well, in the process, she somehow managed to roll on top of her left arm and got her face pushed up against the bars of her crib.

She was stuck.

And obviously upset and angry - and very loud. It took us about 20 minutes to get her back to sleep ... and then she woke up 5 minutes later anyways.

Lola then decided that it was playtime from 9-10 p.m. and would have nothing to do with sleep. Plus, she was in such a happy mood:



She finally went down at 11 p.m. Ray and I watched "Lost" and went to bed at midnight.

It certainly wasn't the evening we were expecting!
- Bethany :)

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Doctor's visit

Today was Lola's 6-month check-up. She was a already tired by the time we got there and wasn't really in the mood to charm anyone, but we all survived. (Shots went terribly as always!)

Here are the numbers:
head: 17.5 inches (92nd percentile)
weight: 19 pounds, 3 ounces (96th percentile)
height: 27 1/4 inches (96th percentile)

Um, she's not exactly Tiny Tim, but she's happy (sometimes) and healthy which is really all that matters! :)

Take care,
- Bethany :)

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

More pics ... and an update






We took some more pictures of Lola, imagine that! :)

She is really starting to show her personality lately, which is so fun to see. She is now in that stage where she hates to be left alone for even a moment and doesn't like it unless she has your undivided attention - which makes dinnertime for Ray and me interesting.

Lola is, well, a baby I suppose. But she also scares very easily. It's kind of funny. She has two Baby Einstein videos that she watches and one she screams halfway through every time. Ray finally figured out that there is scene with a bug flying around and a fly swatter "kills" the bug. But the SLAP! scares the bejeezus out of her every time; she jumps and starts crying. So now we fast-forward through the bug scene.

OK, and this is kind of funny (and irritating): She won't poop unless I'm home, apparently. It's so strange. As soon as I come home from work, whether it's 3 p.m. or 7 p.m., she smiles and then starts doing her thing. It's rather odd. Ray thinks I must be able to help her through it or something; I think he just somehow trained her so that he never has to change poopy diapers and just wet ones. We'll see tonight since I work 'til about 10 p.m. for city council.

We continue to struggle with getting her to sleep. She used to go down so easily and now she screams and wants to be rocked to sleep. We tried just letting her scream and put herself to sleep (Not crying it out per se - we won't ever do that - but we did put her down when she was sleepy and let her cry for about 5 minutes at a time for about 45 minutes until she finally fell asleep. We did this for an entire week and never made any progress at all, so we went back to rocking her. But now she is screaming for that, too, so we will see.)

Everything is getting a bit tougher at home as she continues to feel some teeth somewhere in her gums. The only thing that seems to make her happy right now is bath time. So guess who is taking a bath every night (sometimes one in the morning, too!). She loves sucking on wet washcloths in the tub and is now just beginning to like the cold teething ring. She also loves to bite down on my knuckle a lot. It doesn't tickle. In fact, it rather hurts. But it makes her happy.

So I leave you with one quick funny: Lola is now learning to grab things, like hair. So I keep my tied back kind of in a bun and it has never been an issue. Well, last night, I passed her off to Ray so I could do something in the kitchen and as soon as I turned my back to Lola, she reached over and grabbed a fistful of my hair. And pulled. Hard. Seriously, I almost fell over. So now I am going to invest in some hats...

Take care,
- Bethany :)

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

six months old!!!





Today is Lola's six-month birthday! And this morning, she got the best wake-up gift ever: her parents sang her Happy Birthday.

Lola loves singing. She has since the day she was born. She smiles and laughs and touches your face whenever you sing to her. It's so cute. Of course, neither of her parents can sing a note, but we try. (She got REALLY excited the other day when "Moulin Rouge" was on TV. She couldn't see the television, but she could hear someone singing, and she was crazy trying to find the source. Pretty funny.)

She also loves her name. Every time you say her name, she'll spin around trying to see who said it and then smile at them for a few moments in appreciation.

So...this morning, when we sang Happy Birthday, she was in her glory. You could almost hear her: It's a song about me!

Anyhow, we are still adjusting a bit to Ray being home. I absolutely love it, and he loves his time with Lola, but it is a change. I've always been the one who takes care of things and home and Ray is the "fun one" and that has certainly changed. Much to Ray's dismay. Lola was screaming in her crib when I got home last night -- Ray was trying to put her to sleep -- but she would have none of it, so I went and got her (I know, I know) and she laughed and laughed when she saw me and glared at Ray when he tried to get close. We all played for about an hour or so before she went down for the night, but Lola really wanted to just play and smile and me. She tolerated Ray, but was thrilled that I was home.

So now I'm the fun one. Yay!

She is now more or less sitting on her own, which makes play time more interesting. But she still hasn't quite caught on to balance, so she'll reach for her toes or my hair and fall over.

Lola has learned to spit, which is kind of interesting. She has decided, for whatever reason, that she wants nothing to do with solids foods this week. And then last night, she spit an entire mouthful of green peas in my face. That was fun. Of course, it also got her some much-coveted bathtime, so I suppose we kind of rewarded her, so she probably thinks it's a new game. Oh well.

Sleeping continues to be a bit of a struggle right now, but that's another topic for another day.

Today, we're just looking back on the past six months.

So ... happy birthday, Lola!
- Bethany :)

Sunday, January 11, 2009

weekend pics

This weekend we spent some time trying to get nice pictures of Lola for her upcoming six-month birthday. We got a few each day, but Lola wasn't much into it. She wanted to play.

This was how Sunday's "shoot" went:










But, we did a few cute ones, too.










We really had an nice Saturday, myself especially. Since Ray got the laundry and cleaning done this week, I didn't have anything to do, so I was able to spend almost all of time just playing with Lola.

She has been changing daily, even more so than her earlier days. She seems to learn some new skill every day, such as hair-pulling, but also babbling and how to show preference for a different toy.

I had to work for just over an hour Saturday, but after seeing her latest favorite toy, I had to wonder if I spend too much time on the computer at home:





We also introduced her to Genghis, the patriarch of our gecko family (no, she didn't touch him, just got a good look):




An exciting weekend at home, eh?
- Bethany :)

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Teething maybe? Hopefully?



You can't tell much from this picture (taken on Christmas Eve), but Lola has been not herself the past five days or so. We assume, based on our incredibly limited baby experience, that this means she is teething. She is crabby and unhappy most of the time and is constantly drooling and chewing on everything. Seems to fit the symptons. So, we're going with that.

But it is completely uneven. She can be screaming and unhappy one moment and happy and giggling the next.

Take yesterday:

8:30 a.m. - I leave for work, Lola wakes up smiling.
9 a.m. - I get to work and call Ray, who says baby is happy, smiling and laughing.
10:30 a.m. - Ray calls me, "Help. Lola is really unhappy."
noon - Ray: "She's a happy baby again."
2 p.m. - Ray: "Lola is really crabby, and she won't sleep."
2:30 p.m. - Ray (half-whining): "When are you coming home?"
4 p.m. - I get home. Lola hasn't slept and is crabby. She starts crying and just wants to be held and rocked.
5 p.m. - Ray leaves house to go grocery shopping. Baby is unhappy.
6 p.m. - I put Lola to bed. She sleeps 10 whole minutes.
6:15 p.m. - Lola wakes up and is the happiest darned baby in the world. Laughs for one hour straight (no kidding - she was laughing so hard she got the hiccups).
7:30 p.m. - Goes to bed for night.

The sleeping is continuing to be an issue. She used to get put in her crib and would fall asleep on her own. Now she screams. Like a "help, my parents are trying to murder me" scream. Endlessly. Until we pick her up. Then she glares at us.

We've only been able to get her to sleep in her bouncer chair, which she is on the verge of outgrowing. (Really, she is practically on the ground when she lays in it, but it makes her scream less, so we're going with it for now.) Every morning Ray pledges to again get her to sleep in her crib. But by noon, he's given up again. Not that I blame him in the least.

So, we're trying.

Meanwhile, we're trying to get her to do something about her (assumed) painful gums. We tried teethers and chew toys, but she hates anything even remotely cold. She will gnaw on a room temperature teether, but she bores of that after about 1 minute and fusses again.

So, we're trying.

I had some hope earlier this week when one Internet source said it takes 5-7 days of fussiness before the tooth appears and all is better. Well, we still see no tooth evidence, so we researched again and found info that said it could go on for three or four months before you even see evidence of a tooth.

But, all in all, this is just me ranting a little bit. Ray is loving (for the most part) his time at home, but is getting a little stir-crazy. I'm getting spoiled as I get to sleep every night, have my lunch made for, and come home to dinner on the table - and I get my own dedicated baby time at nighttime as Ray takes some time off to just unwind. Pretty darned nice.

Thanks for checking on us,
- Bethany :)