Nanny to Mommy

Inspired by this blog.

If I had a chance to leave a letter for my self. This is what it would say:

Dear Diana,
You may think you have all the answers but you don't. Listen to your parents and spend as much time as you can with them. You're daddy loves you and you love him but he won't be around forever. You have the best grandparents in the world enjoy them while they are still here. Don't rush into anything with a boy. You're about to meet the love of your life. No, you won't die alone. Listen to your daddy about boys and stay in school. It may not be fun but try your best, it's worth it. You're best friend loves you. Make sure you keep making time to spend together. And remember she's your best friend for a reason, that means you can tell her anything. So do. She won't judge you, she loves you. Keep going to see you momma every chance you get, she loves you and we'll miss you if don't make time to go see her. Your sister and your brother love you, they just have to figure out themselves before they can know how to show it. You may think you are so grown up right now and that you know everything about the world, but you don't. Life isn't about the internet or drama. Listen to others but don't let them take advantage you. You are your own person and you don't need people in your life who don't love you for you.

Life can be amazing if you just learn to not sweat the small stuff and don't let others steal your joy (and lesson you're still learning).

Sincerely,
Future Diana

Another good piece: Here

Ah the infamous poop story. I almost forgot about it and wanted to write it down while I still remembered.

This story took place on New Year's Eve. We were going out for the first time without SweetPea. Our friend was having a party, so we decided to bring SweetPea over early so everyone could meet her and then take her to my in-laws who live right down the street.

She hadn't been going poopie and although she was being breastfed and all the sites say it's normal for breastfed babies to not go for up to 5 days (as long as they have enough wet diapers), we were still concerned so we called the doctor. The doctor said that if she didn't seem uncomfortable that we shouldnt worried but if we were we could either stick a q-tip (with vaseline and just around the edges) up there or give her a suppository.

My husband insisted on the latter and brought some infant suppositories home after work. We only gave her a little. She went almost instantly! YAY! All done....or so we thought...

I wanted to give her a bath to
A. help her tummy (why didn't I push for that before?)
and
B. I wanted her nice and fresh when she met everyone.

As soon as her tushie hit that water it all went down hill from there (no pun intended). She poopied in the tub and then we took her out and she poopied on the changing table. We put her back in the tub and she poopied again. Then we picked her up and she poopied in the towel and again on the changing table. Then we finally got a diaper on her and she poopied in that. My husband just looked at me and said "There's $#!T EVERYWHERE!"

So needless to say when we went out that night we had a new parent story to tell that only other parents can appreciate. I was also a nervous wreck, by the way, but that's another story. And now we have a story to tell her to embarrass her when she gets older as well. :)



New parent hiccups can make you embarrassed or feel like a terrible parent. I feel sad for SweetPea because she is like our training baby. She is training us how to be parents.
I read and read and read but experience seems to be the only way to learn when it comes to child rearing as each one is different.
Does anyone out there have some less than proud parenting moments? Please tell me I am not the only one...

I know this post is a little late but due to the ice storm so was her appointment. Her appointment was the 20th. She weighed 8.8 pounds. She is in the 25 percentile in weight and height and the doctor said that was good. She had to get a shot. I had just calmed her down after seeing the doctor and as soon as they poked her she started wailing which made me cry. She was miserable the whole day after. :C But the doctor said she looks really good and she is growing really well. So that makes me one happy momma. :)

I had very strong opinions before I became a momma about being a parent. Everyone kept telling me that my views would change once I became a mom. I would simply roll my eyes.

Co-Sleeping: I was totally against it. I thought it made very bad habits. But the first night she came home and we were all exhausted, I put her in the bed with me and voila. A sleeping baby. She has now adjusted to sleeping in the bassinet beside our bed but I enjoyed the little time she slept in our bed. I thought it was sweet and bonding.

Pacifiers: I hated them. I thought the idea of them was gross and that all they did was ruin a child's teeth. But when your little one wants to use you as a human pacifier and you can't get anything done, you quickly learn that they are a god send.

Gripe Water: I thought it was ridiculous and that it didn't work. Now I'm not saying it works for every child but my gassy, hiccupie baby needs them. They make her tummy feel better and let me sleep.

Another thing....I use to want twins....and now I don't even know how people do it.

I use to think it was easy until I had one of my own. Having them 24 hours a day or just over night is a way different experience.

With all that said I love my one month old. And I feel like it's all going by so fast already. I'm trying to enjoy every single minute I can with her because I don't want to miss a thing and I want to try and remember everything.

2010 was full of ups and downs. I had the best birthday ever. I found out I was pregnant. I lost two of the most important people in my life (my grandmother and my father). I got into another car accident. My sister-in-law got married. I found out who my true friends are. My identity got stolen. I found out how amazing my husband is. It was filled with drama over my father's life insurance money and someone who said they cared for me proved what really matters in their life. But I ended the year on an amazing note. We started this year out not evening trying to get pregnant and now I have the most beautiful baby girl. I love her so much and she makes that terrible year seem better. I can't wait for this year and to see what it holds.

People Remembered:

My Granny Joann (my mother's mom) passed away on April 28, 2010. She suffered from Alzheimer's.:



My Daddy passed away on July 16, 2010 from terminal colon cancer. He had also suffered a stroke in 2003 that left him with limited mobility.: