The First Five Months

Five months old. Unreal. I still retell the story of her birth like it happened yesterday. I remember holding her for the first time like it were this morning. We brought her home just five minutes ago. But, somehow, five months have flown by in five minutes and I look at my sweet girl and am even more in love than I was that first minute. She is sweet, cheek-puckering-cotton-candy-cavity-causing, sweet. I can't get enough.

The fourth month has been so much fun. Don't get me wrong. I loved the sweet snuggles, and the sleepy moans, and the newness of the first three. But, with the fourth month came so many new discoveries. So many unbelievable changes.

She worked on sitting up:

And growing teeth:

She tried...and rejected... rice cereal:

She learned to roll over:

And she started to laugh:

She discovered a new favorite past time:

And her feet:

And a best friend:

Seriously, so much fun. I've watched her day by day, develop more into the person she will become. She is discovering the world around her and I have a front row seat.


So far, five months has brought baby's first cold and been fussy and severely lacking in sleep, but I have great expectations. If four months could be this much fun, it can only get better. Here's to my sweet sweet five month old. 

Grow, baby C, grow.

Baby's Got Bling

Toddlers and Tiaras

What better way to perk up a dull afternoon than to tune in to watch overweight stage moms parade their children around like show dogs?

I can think of no other way.

Lessons from the tiniest little divas (and their parents):

1. Spray tanning starts at 11 months old. Let's face it. There is nothing less attractive than a pale baby.
2. Spray tanning can be expensive, but don't worry. You can learn how to do it at home OR  just go down to the local auto paint and body.
3. If spray tanning isn't for you, just remember that a natural tan makes her "a lot more, um, prettial and natural" than other girls.
4. Are you a gay man trying to pass as straight? Look no further. You can marry a pageant mom, learn to sew rhinestones on dresses, and become a "diva dad". It fools everyone.
5. Pageants are stressful. Make sure before her big day, your little diva has a spa day to unwind. Being four is tough.
6. Never leave for a pageant without "special juice" and "treats" also known as Red Bull and Pixie Stix.
7. You have a natural advantage just by being pretty. "Popular kids aren't ugly. Kids that are pretty get recognized sooner... It's just the way of the world...y'all need to, like, live in the real world."
8. No one likes a unibrow. That's why it's important to start eyebrow maintenance early with shaving and waxing. No pain. No gain.
9. Always travel to the glitz pageants held in fancy hotels like Holiday Inn or in school gymnasiums. Local pageants are completely unfair. The kids that have cancer or some illness always sway the judges. 
10. Your child's name should make a statement. (Examples: Paisley, Jackynn, Aniston, Maverick, Tootie, Jayla, and Saryniti (pronounced serenity))

Television gold. Sometimes, you need a little comic relief in your day. Where would the world be without terrible reality television? If nothing else, it certainly makes me feel like mom of the year.

Measure by Measure

Operation Goodbye Hemangioma

Day 69

After voicing my frustration with C's treatment, I decided that my eyes can no longer be trusted in determining whether or not the propranalol is working. So, today, I've started measuring the hemangioma and will do so each week to see how she is progressing. I am a list maker, a planner, the annoying mom who brings a notebook and photos of progression to each doctor's appointment. I need something concrete. I need something to prove my eyes wrong and make me feel better about purposely lowering my baby's blood pressure.

So, today, on day 69 of treatment (now at 0.8 mL every 8 hours), the hemangioma is measuring 3 cm long, 1.5 cm wide, and 0.8 cm protrusion. 

Day 69 of treatment

And, again, to make myself feel better, a side by side comparison from day 1:

Day 1 : Day 69

Side note: look how expressive C has become in just a couple months!

I know I can see a difference from Day 1, which is always positive. And the hemangioma is definitely interfering less with her eyebrow, but I'm not sure if it is simply from her growth and stretching of skin or from the actual shrinking of the hemangioma. We will go back to see Dr. Theos in 9 days and will hopefully be moving forward. Until then, I will diligently watch, measure, and take notes day by day, measure by measure.

Never Say Never

Yep, I did it. And I place all blame on Amazon and their "recommendations."

I bought a "Baby on Board" magnet for my car.

I always said I would never do it. I openly mocked those who did.

But my thought is simply this: when we are on the road at night driving back and forth from the lake, maybe the guy riding my ass will feel bad and just pass me instead.

I do, however, promise to never ever put the stick figure family decals on my car.

I'm serious this time.


**UPDATE: Said magnet arrived today and upon installation, I realized that my rear hatch is, in fact, not metal. So I just stuck it on the driver's side. I guess the guy riding my ass won't see the magnet until he is actually passing me. Perhaps the guilt will come later. The magnet is nothing if not a great teaching tool.

Patience for the Patient

Operation Goodbye Hemangioma: Day 63

Patience is a virtue, a fruit of the spirit, etc. Whatever you choose to call it, it often is a great test, one that we are certainly straining to pass and one that C continues to pass with flying colors. 

Today is day 63 of C's treatment of propranalol for her hemangioma and I am finding it difficult to see much of a change. At her last appointment (which was a couple weeks ago), the doctors basically told me the same thing as before: that it hasn't increased in size, which is good, and that the graying in the center means the medicine is working. While that is seemingly good news, it is the same good news we received over a month ago. To add to our less than exciting day, it took them no less that ten times to get a read of her blood pressure. Apparently, they don't make cuffs that are the right size for C since she has outgrown the infant cuff and is too small for the child size. By the end of the appointment, C was exhausted to tears (and so was Mommy).

On a positive note, we were able to increase her dosage to 0.6 mL for two weeks and then increased to 0.8 mL yesterday with no side effects. The last time we tried the 0.8 mL dose, she was too small and the drastic drop in blood pressure was more than her tiny body could handle. Hopefully, this increased dosage will also mean an increase in results. I am optimistic.

One of the residents (who happened to be a college classmate of mine - small world) mentioned that there is a topical treatment that may reduce the redness. Dr. Theos wants to make sure that C is doing well on the 0.8 mL dosage before adding any other treatment, but may talk to us about that addition at our next appointment at the end of this month. I am willing to try anything that is non-invasive, non-surgical. The thought of any surgery on my tiny little girl makes me nauseated.

So, we will wait. We will wait until our next appointment to see how things have progressed. We will wait to add additional treatments to the mix. We will wait until this bump shrinks to nothing. We will wait. I'm working on this patience thing...

Waiting patiently with my perfect little patient...

Roly Poly Baby

As of last Wednesday, baby C is dazzling us with her newest party trick - rolling over! We have been working on this trick for a couple weeks now. Once she began rolling to her side, I started using a blanket to gently roll her back and forth while singing a silly song, making the motion fun and familiar instead of scary. Then last week, at 19 weeks old, with a look of sheer determination, she did it all by herself! I then, of course, spent the rest of the day getting her to do it over and over again while I took pictures and videos and cheered her on. 

Each day, she gets stronger and stronger. Just this morning, she began refusing to lay down for her bath. She much prefers to sit up and smile at herself in the mirror. She holds her own bottle now (with a little assistance from Mommy) and pulls it away when she's full. I love watching her become this persistent, independent little person. I just know that sitting up is right around the corner.

I always knew I wanted to be a mom. Since I was little, I had lists of hypothetical baby names and ideas of where I would live and where my kids would go to school. I have never been afraid of trading in my car for a mini van. I always knew I would be a mom. But I had no idea it would be this much fun and had no idea I could love one human being so very much. Husband and I decided the only way to even remotely describe it is that it has the intensity of your first love - the all consuming thoughts of adoration paired with infatuation, the need to be with that person every second of every day without ever growing tired of their company, the thought that you would rather die than have anything bad ever happen to them - times 10. It's unreal how much I love this little girl and how many hours I can spend staring at her, watching her roll over (over and over again), and dancing around the room trying to make her laugh.

I have a beautiful life.

To Everything There is a Season

A few years ago I took a job I wasn't entirely thrilled to take, but knew it would help Husband (then boyfriend) and I make the move back to Birmingham and would add a nice line to my resume. It was simply a building block, a stepping stone, and nothing else. It was not a dream job and was certainly not a dream company. But as I began my position as sales and marketing rep for a physical therapy company, I was lucky to meet a physical therapist who would become a great friend. That physical therapist was Jessica. We became friends over the few months I worked with that company and relished our lunch breaks together until we each moved our separate ways professionally. 

We have since attended each other's weddings and shared the joys of pregnancy and motherhood together. She is a wonderful person and her Ben and baby Catherine are going to have years of fun together. But this week, as she lost her father to a battle with melanoma, my heart aches for her and I am reminded once again how precious is our time in this world and how important are the friendships we not only make, but maintain and enjoy.

As C and I waited in line yesterday to pay our respects and hug the necks of loved ones, I looked around at the chapel full of family and friends her father had spent a lifetime acquiring. There were tears as to be expected, but there were also smiles as stories of reminiscence were being told all around me. As I hugged Jessica's mom and then Jessica, I was suddenly so grateful for an otherwise meaningless job a few years ago. Grateful that a job had brought such wonderful people into my world. And grateful that I could be there to celebrate the life of the man most precious to them.

There is little, if anything, that can be said to bring peace at such a difficult time. But I hope Gerald left this world knowing how dearly he was loved by so many. And I hope that we are reminded to love and appreciate the people in our lives every single day, however they may have entered our world.

To everything there is a season, and 

a time to every purpose under heaven: 

A time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 

A time to kill, and a time to heal; 

a time to break down, and a time to build up; 

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, 

and a time to gather stones together; 

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose;

 a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 

A time to rend, and a time to sew; 

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 

A time to love, and a time to hate; 

a time of war; and a time of peace

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8