Thursday, September 20, 2012


Robert and I play kickball in the fall with my team at work.  It's pretty fun, so we decided to play again this year.   Our jerseys are dripping with awesomeness too; Robert is "Thing 1" and I'm "Thing 2".  I don't think anyone uses their real names on the jerseys.

We headed out to play our first two games last night.  We always play two games, one night a week.  It's an outing for us without the baby, so it's kind of nice to get a couple of hours to do something different.  We were excited to get out of the house and play!

All was going well, until it was my turn to kick. 

Let me preface this story with the disclaimer that I have not done anything even remotely close to running since last fall when we played. 

I kicked the ball and proceeded to haul ass to first base.  I was trying to get there so fast that I got ahead of myself and ended up falling and skidding on the ground.

To make matters worse, when I fell I DISLOCATED my friggin' shoulder!  The pain literally took my breath away.  I couldn't get up off the ground and I honestly thought my shoulder was broken. 

I was freaking out on the inside, wondering how the heck I'm going to take care of Kylie with a busted shoulder.  As it turns out it was just dislocated.  Thank God!

My friends got me off the ground and Robert, who had kicked before me and had not seen me fall, came jogging over from second base.  He grabbed my arm, pulled it out and popped my shoulder back into place right there on the spot. 

Once again, I have to brag on my amazing husband.  It didn't even hurt to get my shoulder put back into place (though I was so scared!) and it actually felt a ton better immediately.

My shoulder is still not right and it likely won't be for a while.  It hurts to do a lot of simple things, like pull a shirt over my head.  I'll have to be careful of it for a while.

I'm guessing that is the end of kickball for me this year.  I won't be able to throw with my arm like this and, Lord knows, I don't really want to run bases again and risk falling.  Haha, I'm sooo getting old or something.  I never used to care if I got hurt.

Things are different with a baby to care for though.  I can't afford to be out of commission right now.

I still can't believe that really happened! 

Monday, September 10, 2012

Going Back to Work

I'm going back to work two weeks from today. I'm a bit apprehensive about the whole "leaving the house ON TIME" thing, so at Robert's suggestion, I'm using this week and next week to practice.

I got up this morning about 5:45, though my alarm clock went off at 5.

Oh how I wish I were a morning person! My dear old dad gets up at some crazy hour of the morning to walk each day. And by "crazy hour", I'm talking about 4:30 or something like that.

I saw more 4:30am's in college because I stayed up that late, um, "studying", than I have seen 4:30's from waking up that early in my entire existence.

After stepping through the motions of getting ready this morning I realize some of changes that are needed in order to make this happen for real in 2 weeks.

For starters, I need to pump early and have Robert feed Kylie. And that makes me sad. I'm already giving up our day time nursing, but now I really need the morning time back too.

Kylie is not a morning person either. Don't get me wrong, that little girl wakes up so happy, but it takes her forever to wake up. I swear she could lay in bed and just stretch for a good 30 minutes. So, it takes about an hour of time to wake her up, nurse and change her diaper.  And this mom is NOT about to wake up at 4am every morning, so Dad's gotta step in here.

I plan to pack up my pump bag, laptop and diaper bag the night before and I plan to iron my clothes and pick out clothes for KK the night before too so that my mornings won't be as rushed.

I'm both happy and sad about going back to work.  On one hand it will be kind of fun to get out of the house and do something different during the day.  KK and I have our routine and we go walking at Crystal Bridges or go to Wal-Mart, but my goals for the day include things like getting her down for a nap and washing all the bottles.  On the other hand, I'm really, really going to miss hanging out with her all day. I mean, I had a hard time letting her sleep in her own bedroom under the same roof.  How am I going to survive dropping her off at daycare?!  I'm skeerd.

I hope she likes daycare and I hope she adjusts well.  Robert and I have been teaching her how to take a bottle to get her ready for it.  She's not really that good at the bottle yet.  She chokes and cries and fights it, but she is getting the hang of it. 

I plan on practicing my morning routine a few days this week and a few days next week.  I sure wish work started about 10am, rather than 7:30.  Come to think of it, 2:00 would be a great time to get off work.  I could totally do 10-2.  With an hour lunch break. Duh!  A girl's gotta eat!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

2 Month Checkup

Kylie had her 2 month checkup today. She's a healthy girl, but very small!  She's in the 12th percentile for height and 30th for weight. I'm not exactly sure how tall folks like me and Robert managed to create such a tiny girl.  

She got her first round of shots this morning, well, she got a couple shots in the hospital when she was born, so I guess this would technically be her second round of shots.

I couldn't watch.  I don't do needles.  

Thankfully, Robert was there to hold her while the nurse administered the shots.  I teared up just listening to her.  She had a few seconds of a delayed reaction, but then screamed and cried sooo loudly.  It was terrible!  

We also got KK some baby zantac for reflux.  She's been having these crying spells almost every evening and she arches her back and just wails and is inconsolable.  It's obvious she is in pain, so thankfully her doctor listened to our concerns and prescribed something to help her.

The doctor is also having us start her on a multivitamin to make sure she is getting the nutrients she needs since she is so tiny.  

Both the zantac and the vitamin taste AWFUL.  I tasted both to see what she would be dealing with and I feel so bad for her that she has to start taking those each day, because they are disgusting.  

That part of being a parent sucks ass.  The shots and the meds...we have to be good parents and make sure she takes them, but holding her down for shots or forcing her to take medicine is not fun at all. Gotta do it though!

Her next appointment will be in early November for her 4 month checkup.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Two Months

Kylie is two months old today!

We did our monthly photo shoot and she totally pulled a "senior portrait" pose with her fist under her chin.  I'm sure she was trying to put that fist in her mouth and it just didn't make it there, but hey, it made for a cute pic!