Now that I am finally out of the hospital and back home we are trying to get back into a routine. Not that we were really on one. I am trying so hard to get Presley to sleep for longer stretches of time. Here's something I don't understand...maybe someone can help a brotha out...
If a Pediatrician will give a one month old rice cereal for reflux, then why can't a one month old without reflux have rice cereal? I mean, to "diagnose" a baby with reflux you just tell your ped that the kid spits up a lot and blah blah blah and they're all..."Yeah sure okay whatever...here's some Zantac. Oh, and put cereal in the bottle."
That's all.
So I've decided (even though the little nugget "has reflux") that we are giving her cereal no matter what. Why?
BECAUSE SHE SLEEPS LONGER! And that makes me happy.
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Anywhoozle.
I'm not going to publish the post that I wrote before The Great Kidney Stone of 2011 happened. It's all pretty irrelevant and you really could care less about how work went for me for those two short weeks.
What's more important is my child's poop. I don't know what crawled up her butt and died but the kid has the smelliest $#!& EVER! I even caught the Diaper Genie being all,"Noooo! Don't throw that away in here!!!"
Ugh. Girl is nasty.
I mean, Obviously you can tell that I have nothing interesting to write about.
My head hurts, I'm nauseas, I'm tired, I'm having hot flashes....
I'M NOT PREGNANT!
Which is what every nurse and doctor asked me while I was at the hospital. That, and "when was your last bowel movement?" I don't know why..like I can keep up with that.
Speaking of being pregnant- Adam and I have no plans to avoid getting pregnant again.
ADS;LFKJ0249875SJDFNASDLKG835701!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's just me crapping my pants because, well, we all know how much I love being knocked up.
No birth control. No con....<---word I can't type because I'm immature. Nothing. My only saving grace is attempting to chart my ovulation?
Who am I kidding, I don't even know what that means. We would like to wait a year, but if the good Lord has other plans then we will be fine with that.
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Moving on.
Adam started back to school on the 24th. He is only taking two classes which makes it a pretty easy semester. Having only one class a day makes it easier to be with the baseball team. After class everyday he will go to the field (when the season starts up). Until now though, he is still pretty available to help me out with the baby. I must brag and say that when I was in the hospital Adam was a savior and took great care of Presley! He was exhausted though. I think every Dad should have to do that every once in a while!
He's the best..and he's all mine :)
Brownie points to whoever made it through this dump-age of my brain...which I should've added in the beginning...is on lots'a lots'a meds!.....that would explain a lot of things...
It's a bird! It's a plane! It's...SUPERMOM!
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