Ladies and Gents, we have a smile
It's true! A full-fledge, albeit very fleeting, smile from the lil' man. I've seen plenty of the smiles while he was off in dream land but this time we were playing with banana man when we got an alert little smirk. Bryan and I both looked at each other and both said "was that a smile??" We haven't seen it since but damn if it wasn't one! It actually happened 2 days ago but we've been so busy celebrating I haven't had a chance to post about it.
J is going through a rough little patch, mainly every evening from 6-10 pm with some stretches in the day. I hated to call him "fussy" because I never felt like he was fussy, I felt like he needed something and he knew what it was but we couldn't figure it out. It led to some stressful moments none the less and 2 parents feeling very helpless. It was getting to the point where I was afraid to venture out of the house with him incase we had an episode because I have yet to figure out how to soothe him when it happens. And strangers can be so helpful, we had a breakdown in Target when a stranger said "He doesn't sound happy" but she didn't say it in a way that was helpful or cute, it was said in a kind of a mean tone like I'm either the cause or not attempting to alleviate it. Neither were the case. Thanks mean stranger.
I was wondering when you know if your kid is "one of those." You know the ones you can't take to a restaurant, or travel with or anything like that. Supposedly I was a terror when I was a baby, my dad spent most dinners out with me in the car. But one thing I thought soothed most babies were car rides. But Julian had about a 20 minute max in a car before he was clearly ready to get out. We'd like to visit some out of state relatives but I am not going to do it anytime soon if he'd be screaming the whole time. It's not just frustrating but heartbreaking. But last night we were able to calm him, at first we thought it was the base in the music playing but then we realized he liked having the windows down. If we came to a stop he'd pick right back up but once we got the wind going again he was a content little pea. Hopefully it wasn't a fluke and we're actually on to something. I'm still not ready to attempt a 2+ hour car ride though!
We picked up a book yesterday by Dr. Sears called The Fussy Baby, how to soothe the "high-need" baby or something like that and we tried a few of the tricks and either it was coincidence or they seemed to help last night. One thing I liked about the book (I didn't get far yet) was that it was pointing out how the baby isn't "demanding" or "fussy" or "stubborn" or all these other terms people like to put on a baby who's trying to express themselves. I hate that and I was guilty of it myself by even calling him fussy. He's obviously trying to tell us something and just can't. It doesn't make him all those bad things. And to clarify, he isn't a nightmare. It's just a little whining but he's not colicky, he's not totally unsoothable so I didn't even feel he'd qualify for the "fussy high-need" book, he's not extreme by any means. But the book was pointing out some changes we need to make with our parenting but more importantly just helped with understanding him a little better which in turn will help us meet his needs better. I think we'll get through this, not that I thought it was a perment situation anyway.
We took him to a friends baby shower yesterday and he was a little angel in the sling. He had his moments but very brief and now that I think about it, he wasn't in the sling at those times. Oh my god, you know what we did? Our friend's shower was at her mom's where we've never been before. Well the directions said to look for the pink balloons. We're just about there when we see pink balloons. We saw a Yukon in the driveway, Wendy's car, and a Pathfinder, our other friends car, so we walked up to the door and knocked. No answer but we could hear a bunch of people. So we walk in and there is a group of people in the kitchen (mainly teens in their bathing suits) and we're like "Hi!!" and they responded. Then there was an akward moment and I said all cheery "we're in the right place right?"
Them: "I uh think so"
Me: "W-W-Wendy's right?"
Them: "There is no Wendy here."
Oh.My.God. We just walked into some random person's house when we wanted the next house up, ALSO having a party, ALSO with balloons, ALSO with a Yukon. Bryan and I felt like such idiots. Thankfully J is too young to be embarrased of his stupid folks.
I also wanted to congratulate our friends Lisa and Jeff in Tinley Park who just had their first baby yesterday. A healthy girl named Emma, after Lisa's Great-Grandmother who is now a Great-Great-Grandmother, how many of those do you know?? I'm still waiting for pictures and more details.
J is going through a rough little patch, mainly every evening from 6-10 pm with some stretches in the day. I hated to call him "fussy" because I never felt like he was fussy, I felt like he needed something and he knew what it was but we couldn't figure it out. It led to some stressful moments none the less and 2 parents feeling very helpless. It was getting to the point where I was afraid to venture out of the house with him incase we had an episode because I have yet to figure out how to soothe him when it happens. And strangers can be so helpful, we had a breakdown in Target when a stranger said "He doesn't sound happy" but she didn't say it in a way that was helpful or cute, it was said in a kind of a mean tone like I'm either the cause or not attempting to alleviate it. Neither were the case. Thanks mean stranger.
I was wondering when you know if your kid is "one of those." You know the ones you can't take to a restaurant, or travel with or anything like that. Supposedly I was a terror when I was a baby, my dad spent most dinners out with me in the car. But one thing I thought soothed most babies were car rides. But Julian had about a 20 minute max in a car before he was clearly ready to get out. We'd like to visit some out of state relatives but I am not going to do it anytime soon if he'd be screaming the whole time. It's not just frustrating but heartbreaking. But last night we were able to calm him, at first we thought it was the base in the music playing but then we realized he liked having the windows down. If we came to a stop he'd pick right back up but once we got the wind going again he was a content little pea. Hopefully it wasn't a fluke and we're actually on to something. I'm still not ready to attempt a 2+ hour car ride though!
We picked up a book yesterday by Dr. Sears called The Fussy Baby, how to soothe the "high-need" baby or something like that and we tried a few of the tricks and either it was coincidence or they seemed to help last night. One thing I liked about the book (I didn't get far yet) was that it was pointing out how the baby isn't "demanding" or "fussy" or "stubborn" or all these other terms people like to put on a baby who's trying to express themselves. I hate that and I was guilty of it myself by even calling him fussy. He's obviously trying to tell us something and just can't. It doesn't make him all those bad things. And to clarify, he isn't a nightmare. It's just a little whining but he's not colicky, he's not totally unsoothable so I didn't even feel he'd qualify for the "fussy high-need" book, he's not extreme by any means. But the book was pointing out some changes we need to make with our parenting but more importantly just helped with understanding him a little better which in turn will help us meet his needs better. I think we'll get through this, not that I thought it was a perment situation anyway.
We took him to a friends baby shower yesterday and he was a little angel in the sling. He had his moments but very brief and now that I think about it, he wasn't in the sling at those times. Oh my god, you know what we did? Our friend's shower was at her mom's where we've never been before. Well the directions said to look for the pink balloons. We're just about there when we see pink balloons. We saw a Yukon in the driveway, Wendy's car, and a Pathfinder, our other friends car, so we walked up to the door and knocked. No answer but we could hear a bunch of people. So we walk in and there is a group of people in the kitchen (mainly teens in their bathing suits) and we're like "Hi!!" and they responded. Then there was an akward moment and I said all cheery "we're in the right place right?"
Them: "I uh think so"
Me: "W-W-Wendy's right?"
Them: "There is no Wendy here."
Oh.My.God. We just walked into some random person's house when we wanted the next house up, ALSO having a party, ALSO with balloons, ALSO with a Yukon. Bryan and I felt like such idiots. Thankfully J is too young to be embarrased of his stupid folks.
I also wanted to congratulate our friends Lisa and Jeff in Tinley Park who just had their first baby yesterday. A healthy girl named Emma, after Lisa's Great-Grandmother who is now a Great-Great-Grandmother, how many of those do you know?? I'm still waiting for pictures and more details.
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