The Little Pack

I Promise

Holly — Tue, 31 May 2011 13:06:26 +0000

I promise to love you and keep you safe and shepherd you through this crazy life as best as I know how until it is time for you to spread your wings and fly. I promise to do my best to keep your unbelievably spirited nature intact as I teach you to be a polite, productive citizen. And I promise to never talk about you in front of you as though you aren’t there. Although I know I will fail at times, I promise that I will always give you my very best.

I’d Like to Check You for Ticks

Holly — Sun, 29 May 2011 22:39:11 +0000

Tick Checks. Back when I was a camp counselor in northern New York, we were strongly encouraged to do daily tick checks. They went so far as to recommend finding a buddy to help you look in hard to see places. This of course sparked the ultimate pick up line of the summer: “Hey baby, need a tick check?” Years later I delighted in Brad Paisley’s song, Ticks, as it brought back memories of an idyllic summer spent holding onto my youth just a little longer. Back when I rolled my eyes at the suggestion of a tick check and refused to be scared into submission by the threat of these mini vampires. I admit it, I thought of them as these mythical pests that everyone liked to complain about about but didn’t exist nearly on the scale that “grown ups” liked to warn us about. Oh I heard about them in vague terms but saw maybe one my whole life. Until. This summer. When they officially became the bane of my existence. Suddenly they were, quite literally, everywhere. We found them on the dogs everyday, I found them in the house, had them crawl on us, and even found one in our bed. I barely let the dogs outside to pee, it was so horrific. We applied Frontline Plus, we combed the dogs every single time they came inside,we sprayed the yard as best as we could and yet there was no escape. I have learned more about ticks, their life cycle and mating habits then I ever wanted to know. I assume that this is just karma for my ignorance. I keep reading how tick season lasts all summer and into the fall but the vets tell me it should end soon. Then flea season begins. Of course I have also always regarded fleas the same as ticks: you know, someone else’s problem. Heaven help us now.

Dodged a Bullet

Holly — Sat, 28 May 2011 18:10:43 +0000

The other day as I was checking Jack over for ticks–don’t get me started on ticks! They are the bane of my existence!–I came across a hard lump on the inside of his knee. It felt like bone. Actually, it felt very much like the lump I found on IO’s foot last year that turned out to be bone cancer. I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks before I could even begin to try to be rational about the whole situation. For a week every time I was in the car, I found myself sobbing and bargaining with God to let me have him here just a little while longer.

The vet took x-rays and found that the lump we are feeling is simply arthritis from an old injury and ACL surgery. What an absolute relief. Jackson is almost 10 so a little arthritis is not unexpected. For now his discomfort is mild and intermittent so no real intervention is needed yet other than some supplements and the occasional Rimadyl.

I can’t help feeling as though one of these days my luck will run out and we will receive The Diagnosis and it will be time to say good-bye. But for the time being, I will hug him close and throw his toy and breathe the biggest sigh of relief.

Dairy/Soy Sensitivity and Breastfeeding

Holly — Wed, 13 Apr 2011 22:25:02 +0000

I have never written about this before but my son is dairy and soy sensitive. This means that I have had to eliminate all dairy and soy from my diet as I breastfeed. My son was especially sensitive to soy, and I was shocked to discover all the things that I could not eat. Some say soy oil and soy lecithin should not trigger a reaction, but I can say with confidence that it did, in fact, affect my son. I also found out that my calcium supplements and prenatal vitamins had soy as he would react each time I took them. This greatly impacted my feelings about breastfeeding but in the end I am so glad that we persevered. That’s a post for another time though. I recently put together a list of dairy and soy free foods for another mom going through this and then I realized I should post it here. The following is pretty much what I lived on until just recently when baby boy finally began to outgrow these sensitivities. All foods are dairy and soy free, including soy oil and soy lecithin. This list is meant as a starting point, recipes change all the time, please check the labels for yourself.

Food for Life Ezekiel 7 sprouted grains bread (refrigerator section, most other varieties of their bread have sprouted soybeans)
Earth balance dairy/soy free butter–it honestly tastes like the real thing
Earth balance peanut butter. I’m not a fan of the kind of PB you have to stir. This has palm fruit oil and is sweetened with agave.
Enjoy Life foods: my faves: rice milk chocolate bar, and their cookies. Not a fan of the bagels, granola bars are ok but at least there ate options.
Purely Decadent coconut milk ice cream–most flavors are soy free and clearly marked when they are. Delish.
Crispy Wheat Back to Nature crackers
Hellmans canola oil mayo
Panko bread crumbs do not have soy
Pacifica broth
Applegate farms sausages
Kraft Italian extra virgin olive oil dressing
Solgar vegetarian vitamins are soy,dairy, and wheat free

Keepsake

Holly — Tue, 12 Apr 2011 18:08:09 +0000

There are moments holding my little boy that bring tears to my eyes and I want to last forever. I close my eyes and hold on tight, willing everything I am hearing and touching and sensing and feeling to imprint upon my memory permanently.

Seriously?

Holly — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 14:16:58 +0000

I am sitting here stunned, still in disbelief about the sequence of events that just occurred. First, Baby Boy had a diaper blow-out. Not so unusual. Slightly stressful as I had to deal with it myself and these days it takes 2 to change a diaper. One to keep him in position and keep limbs contained and the other to do the dirty work. So there was rolling in it and little hands in places they shouldn’t be but somehow I wrangled him into a diaper and put him in the pack and play while I could wash my hands and rinse his jammies. Which I did in the kitchen sink. With the sprayer. While he was crying in his pack and play. Suddenly it felt as though my hand slipped and then water was in my face and everywhere. The hose took on a life of its own as it began whirling around, and in the back of my mind as I was desperately trying to catch the hose and turn off the water, I couldn’t help but think, does this really happen in real life? I turned off the water and surveyed my surroundings trying to ascertain what had just happened. Somehow the sprayer nozzle had come off the hose and water was everywhere. I mean everywhere–all over the window, the counters, the island, the kitchen table, the floor. Me. Obviously. By now Baby Boy had lost it, and started screaming bloody murder. I can’t say I stayed exactly calm. Neither of my tactics to soothe him were successful. One was, “Hey, hey, hey, you have to get it together,” and then other was some sort of hysterical (not as in funny, as in maniacal) version of 10 little Indians where I substituted Baby Boy’s name for “Indian.” Meanwhile the dogs were hiding, I was panicing and repeating this is funny, this is funny, this is funny… over and over to myself.

So now most of the water has been cleaned up, Baby Boy has been comforted and I am wearing a dry shirt. None of us are worse for the wear. Time for a few deep breaths and a laugh. Oh, and to look for the sprayer nozzle which still hasn’t been found.

Never Say Never

Holly — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 02:16:58 +0000

We are co-sleeping. Pretty much officially. I think. Reluctantly. Judge me if you must, but there it is. Before Baby Boy’s arrival, I vowed never to do this. Silly me, I believed that if I just never let him sleep with us, he simply wouldn’t know any better. Ha. I resisted, I really did. For months. Three to be exact. But chronic sleep deprivation is a funny thing. Suddenly your priorities begin to shift.

After sleeping through the night from 3 weeks on, I thought we had the sleep thing covered. I went so far as to scoff at baby sleep books I would in stores. Oh, when will I ever learn not to tempt the gods of fate?

With the exception of a few hiccups, he continued to sleep through the night until he was 5 and a half months old and we went to visit family. I chalked it up to being in a different place and assumed that all would go back to normal once we were home. You know what they say about assuming…

Needless to say, Baby Boy continued to wake every hour and a half to 2 hours. I would start off by just rubbing his back, and resist picking him up, then rock him and when all else failed, I would nurse him. By then sometimes I would have been awake for an hour or more. Often by this time Baby Boy would be wide awake and we would be up for another hour, sometimes two. Getting sleep in hour increments was just not working for me. After awhile I began nursing him right away so we could all get back to sleep sooner. As the months rolled by, I was so tired that I began to fall asleep holding him after nursing. And soon he was coming to bed with us earlier and earlier. And then one night as we were going to bed, he screamed each time I tried to put him in his crib. I said to my husband, I’m not sure what to do. My husband said, “I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to put that baby boy’s head on the pillow and then we are all going to go to sleep.” I didn’t want to admit it, but it was the best night’s sleep I’d had in ages. I was actually rested the next day. And then the precedent was set.

I tried everything. Earlier bed time, later bed time, increasing solids, adding cereal, flannel sheets, warming the mattress, night light on, night light off, music all night, music just for 30 minutes or so. Sometimes I would get lucky, but by and large we were up every 2 hours like clockwork. After ruling everything else out it seemed obvious we were dealing with separation anxiety. The one thing I had not tried: cry it out. For many reasons, I do not believe in this method. Somehow the idea of not going to reassure my baby while he cries out for me in fear that I will not come back simultaneously seems illogical and turns my stomach.

So we have now been co-sleeping for maybe 2 weeks. I don’t see it changing any time soon. And I have to say after serious reservations, I am so much more well rested. Although it wasn’t my first choice, I guess I have accepted it. I do secretly love waking up to Baby Boy’s dimples and cherish his delight in greeting us as he wakes. Most surprising was my husband’s comment, “Sure it’s kind of annoying. But, you sleep better, I sleep better and he sleeps better ever since we started this.”

In Everything, Give Thanks

Holly — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 21:06:52 +0000

Tonight I shall be thankful for the opportunity to hold my beautiful perfect healthy son, every 2 hours or maybe even more often because I know there are plenty of people who would give anything to have this “problem”–including myself not all that long ago.

This failed last night but will continue to be my mantra until I get it right! Or until he sleeps through the night again, whichever comes first.

Things I Have Learned Today

Holly — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 17:38:03 +0000

Baby Boy knows how to pick up puffs, but not how to put them in his mouth.
Said puffs can entertain Baby Boy for a long time.
True to form, Cheyenne likes banana puffs.
Keeping a mateless sock is not always in vain.(Side note: How is sad is my life that I am super psyched to finally recover the other orange striped sock?)
Cheyenne wants to play with the baby, but just doesn’t know how.
Grilled cheese sandwiches taste even better when you haven’t eaten dairy in 7 months or so.
Sometimes an early afternoon cup of coffee is just what is needed.
Baby Boy is adorable in orange stripes.
Jackson and the baby are “communicating” and he is responding to requests for kisses. Love this!
Finally, that I need to keep the perspective that no matter how little sleep I get, I need to be thankful to have such a healthy, beautiful boy.

The Best Advice

Holly — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 17:27:40 +0000

The other night my husband and I were out to dinner with Baby Boy. An older couple was seated across from us and asked about the Little One. The lady asked how old he is and when we told her 6 months, she nodded and said, “Best time of your life. You just don’t know it because you are too exhausted.” Words to live by, I would say.