Washing Machine Mishap

Ok, so today I was gathering laundry to do a load for Deagan and trying to pick up a little bit at the same time. My grandma brought over some of those disposable hospital pads from where my grandpa had heart surgery. Well, in those pads are cool absorbant "fluff", so we use them to change Deagan on top of so he doesn't ruin his changing pad cover if a blow-out occurs. Somehow (actually, it was completely my doing), it got thrown in the laundry basket mixed with a changing pad cover and I didn't notice it. I just threw the entire load in the washer and went about my day.

When I came back to put the clothes in the dryer there was this gel-like goo on everything. It was horrific! I started pulling stuff out and came across the blue and white disposable pad... followed by some choice explitives at myself. I figure the same absorbant stuff is in diapers too, so I googled "diaper in the washing machine" and luckily I'm not the only person in the world that this has happened to! I ended up letting it dry then taking our little shark vaccum and sucking all the little gooey boogers out of there. Then I ran it on the cleanse cycle with some bleach. The people on google said to just shake off the clothes and dry them, the absorbant goo would dry and most likely get caught in the lint trap.

They were right, they came out without so much as a spot on them, but I went ahead and rewashed them on the heavy duty cycle and dried then again. That was definately a mistake you only have to make once to learn your lesson. I guess I need to stop being so scatterbrained during my daily tasks. I'm just glad it didn't mess up the washer... I would've cried. Oh the joys of mommyhood.

Start Slow Liz...

That's what my dad told me last night (and I'm sure it's what my shins were screaming at me) after I tried to go right back into running. Not such a good idea with the extra pounds on my body and being on bedrest for 3 months straight. I had to do a walk/run combo. I think for at least the first month I'll stick to walking or the eliptical at the gym to get my leg muscles strong again. I'm definately gonna hit the weights when I start going back to the gym. I'm actually really excited about going back. One of my favorite feelings is walking out of the gym doors with my face all red and sweaty and feeling the cool air hit me like a ton of bricks. It reminds me of practicing in the wresting room with no windows and the doors closed and it was like 100 degrees in there. We'd practically be begging at the doors at the end of practice to get out. I just hope they have group classes that will fit into my schedule. I'll be posting my weight on Friday. I've already sneaked on the scale once this morning, but I'm going to try to not weigh myself until the end of each week. Well, off to play with Deagan, he's demanding some attention.

And it begins...

So today starts my "Biggest Loser via Blogspot" venture. My parents used to do weight watchers so I still have all the materials from that and I'll be counting points. I've tried to do it before, but I wasn't really serious about it... I was a cheater, lol. Then when I got pregnant I said screw it. So I'm letting it be known, I hope I can keep the will power this time.

I really want to be back to a weight I'm comfortable with. I saw a picture my dad took the other day and saw how large my legs were. I cried for a bit... Bobby, bless his heart, tried to cheer me up. I wasn't having it though. I know it's only been three weeks sinc giving birth, but I really shouldn't have gained so much in the first place. Now it's going to be ridiculously hard to work it off. At least I'll have time to go to the gym when I go back to work.

Deagan and I went for a walk around the neighborhood Saturday. There's a street down from us that has a large hill at the end. It was burning my thighs and calves pushing a stroller up it. I was like... Oooh, that hurts good! So I'll be going that route from now on.

Here's wha's new on the baby front: Deagan is eating so much. I've pretty much gone to all formula, I'm not getting to pump very often so when I do I only get enough for one feeding a day. I was pretty upset at first, but I've come to terms with it. Maybe it'll work out better with the next baby. We just upped his intake to 4 and 1/2 ounces yesterday. At night he's starting to make it to 4 hours before waking up hungry. So I'm enjoying the extra sleep, lol. Oh, and he's sleeping in his own room. I keep the monitor on the night stand next to my head. Bobby likes the TV on in the room while he sleeps and that was keeping Deagan up at night. So we decided to go ahead and let him get used to being in his own room. He seems to love his crib and sleeps like a log!

Gotta have it...

I went to Cafepress.com and did a search for 'professor' and I found the PERFECT onsie for Deagan! As soon as I go back to work and get a real paycheck I'm SO getting this! I LOVE it!

Rough Day

Today didn't start out too bad. Bobby had to close so we got to sleep in a little bit. Deagan and I laid in bed til about 9:30am when it was time to feed him again. This is when his feeding schedule got messed up. He didn't want to take the full 4 ounces, he only took 2 ounces. Well, he kept spitting up when I tried to keep him awake to eat more, so I figured he was full. He went to sleep for about 30 minutes and then woke up sucking on his hands, so I gave him the last 2 ounces. He fell asleep again, and so started a vicious cycle of 30 minute naps followed by eating 2 ounces at a time. Finally by 2:30pm I was on the phone with mom bawling because I couldn't even eat or pee because he wouldn't stop fussing and wouldn't fall asleep long enough for me to do anything. She left work an hour early to come home to rescue me. I was a mess... red eyed and snotty nose I told her I was a bad mom because I couldn't figure out how to keep him satisfied. She laughed at me. Laughed! Then she asked when the last time I ate was. I told her about 10:30am. She said, "Ok, first - go make you something to eat. Then when you're done with that, go take a shower. It'll make you feel human again."

We decided to switch from the Parent's Choice formula to the Similac to see if that would help with the spitting up. And she told me to not give him another bottle until 5pm, even if he fusses. We needed to get him back on a normal schedule. He ate from 5 to 5:30pm, then conked out for three hours. Three blissfully quiet hours... Anyway, mom assured me that he wasn't going to starve, so I shouldn't put a bottle in his mouth just because he's making hungry gestures. Keep him on the schedule and stick to it. So, needless to say it was a rough day, but in the end it worked out. I fed him from 8:30 to 9pm and he's been drifting in and out of sleep since. 12am is rounding the corner soon, so I'm going to try to get a nap in before that feeding.

Shh... The professor is sleeping!

He's always got his hands folded, lol... that's why we call him the professor.

Picture time!

Because I can't get enough of this cute little face...

My Own "Biggest Loser" Strategy via Blogspot

I feel determined to take care of myself. I don't wanna be one of those women that let themselves go just because they had a kid. In a couple of months I can't blame my expanded waistline on the "I just had a baby" excuse. When I go back to work, I'm also going to get back in the gym. We'll be sending Deagan to daycare 3 days a week. I usually get off work around 4pm, and I don't have to pick him up until 7pm. My plan is to go to the gym immediately after work, work out for about and hour and a half, and then pick up my little prince from daycare. I'm tired of not being able to wear shorts because I'm embarrassed of the amount of weight I've put on. Besides, that would require me to go out and BUY shorts. I'd rather just lose the weight and have a whole new wardrobe with my old clothes. I have tons of clothes that don't fit from before I was pregnant with Brent, almost 2 years ago.

I feel the urge to do this not just for my benefit, but for my son too. I remember when I was working out all the time I had more energy, a better attitude and I think with having a stressful job, working out after will alleviate some negativity I hold on to through out the day. I'd like to walk out of the gym refreshed and to come home and play with my baby boy! We plan to involve Deagan in sports as soon as possible. Not only for the physical benefits, but for social benefits as well. Bobby and I were both in team sports in high school. I was a cheerleader and swimmer, Bobby played baseball, basketball and tennis. I hope Deagan is as interested in sports as much as we were. I'm pretty sure his half of his clothing is either football or baseball related, lol.

So here's my goal... I want to be the size I was when I got married. That was 130lb. Before I gt pregnant with Deagan I was 146lb. The day I gave birth I was 185lb. I jumped on mom's scale a couple days after coming home from the hospital I was 168lb. So, I have 38lb. to lose as of right now. My other goal is to tone my legs. This used to be one of my best features. My legs have never been skinny, they've alway been athletic and fit. And they always looked great in shorts. I want that back... So here's my new journey. It won't be easy, but it is do-able. Every Friday I'll d a "weigh-in" and post my weight on here. I know Briana will keep me in the right frame of mind because she is a heath conscience gym-goer. So I'll be expecting some tips Bri! I figure by posting my weight it will keep me accountable and more inclined to stick with it.

Wish me luck!!

For Briana -

He looks like a little angel...

Gettin sleepy.

At the pediatrician for his weight check.

All wrapped up in his RockStar blanket.

Weighing in...

I took Deagan to the pediatrician today for his weight check. He was 5lb. 15oz. at birth, 5lb. 8oz. at his first pediatric visit, and now he's 6lb. 5oz! So he gained almost a pound in one week. The nurse said that that was wonderful and he must be getting enough to eat, which was something I was concerned about. I wasn't sure if I was making enough milk to satisfy him. But apparently I'm doing pretty good.

Being a mom is so different than I thought it would be... I didn't realize that I would spend half of my day kissing my son and just looking at him. Memorizing all of his faces and what they mean. Everything I do, I do with him in mind. I can't even imagine life without him anymore. Time flies by SOOO fast with a newborn! I don't want these next 4 weeks to fly by that fast, I can't imagine waking up and taking him to daycare. I know that's what I'll have to do soon, but I don't wanna!! Lol.

It was Bobby's first day back at work since April 2nd, when I went to the hospital. I know leaving this morning was hard. He kissed us goodbye but I know he wanted to crawl back in bed with us. His employees surprised him with decorating the breakroom and store with balloons and baby decor. They had a sign coming in the doors with Bobby and Deagan's picture with Deagan's name, weight and birthday. It was really sweet of them. Oh and Bobby got me a little refrigerator so I don't have to keep going downstairs to get/store milk. Yay!