Baby Sicknesses

With babies, not all is peachy one-hundred percent of the time.

This may seem obvious but I think that even us parents forget it sometimes. You may go hours, days, or even weeks without your little one having any problems, but then that one extra hard day or that super rough night hits and you remember really quickly.

Emmy is suddenly sick. It’s not life-threatening or anything, but I guess we don’t really know what it is as the doctor that Kayleigh took her to yesterday didn’t test her for anything or give her anything to help her get better. I guess it’s better than them just writing her a prescription after barely looking at her, but they could have at least tested her for the flu or something, right?

You see, two nights ago, not long after we put Emerson down, Kayleigh and I were passing Emmy’s bedroom door when we began to hear strange noises… it almost sounded like… vomiting. I’ll bet that you’re clever enough to figure out what was going on. We rushed into the room and found our tiny baby holding herself up with her tiny arms over a puddle of puke and attempting to catch her breath.

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Party Time, Excellent

I get to do this weekend, something that I haven’t done in a long, long time. Spend a couple long days with my tiny baby and I’m looking forward to it!

We were together today from around 4:30-on and we had a pretty good night. Granted, Emmy goes to bed at eight, but what can ya do. We had a good few solid hours together and it was cool.

I used to be with her three days a week from like 7:30 am until nearly 10 pm. It was a good time and I loved spending all that time with her, just father and daughter, straight chillin’. But she was a blob then and pretty incapable of getting into things and hurting herself severely. That’s not the case now, though!

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Coffee

Alright, alright, now I understand that it may be weird to have an entire post about coffee—or maybe not at all… I don’t know. What I do know is that without the magic substance, I might not be here today, you know, because I have a kid.

Now I know that there are those out there that don’t have a taste for coffee and those that seem to be anti-coffee, for some strange reason. I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong! Coffee is one of the greater things in life and if you don’t like it… you must be sick.

My friendship with Joe (Joe because it’s so funny and witty to call coffee Joe) began at age 23, shortly after I stopped drinking alcohol. I had never had much of a taste for coffee until I dropped one habit and picked up another. I know it sounds like it was just a replacement—and hell, maybe that’s what it is—but it feels like a lot more than that. Joe helps me focus and get the shit done that needs done and helps keep me from falling asleep at my desk at work after we have a rough night with Emmy. And that has happened, more than once—I’m just sayin’—moffuga gets tired bein’ a dad and all, haha.

Coffee has become my crutch—but in a good way; it helps support me in a non-deadly way such as alcohol was providing me. It’s actually pretty healthy for me, according to some studies, and that makes it even better. There really is nothing like a nice, black cup of coffee when you’re fighting to stay conscious or even when you’re just trying to relax, thus why it had to be written about more than just in an in-passing way. So there you have it—my little friendship story with coffee.

I love you, boo.

Ferbering

Want to hear about one of the coolest things in the world? Okay, I’m probably exaggerating just a bit, but it is pretty darn cool, and for a parent, it’s a been a pretty big lifesaver. What I’m talking about is sleep-training, and while it wasn’t easy, now that we’ve done it, it’s pretty great.

So, for a long time, we had issues getting Emmy to sleep—like, it was a big pain in the butt and we knew that something had to change. We would spend anywhere from ten minutes to an hour and a half trying to get the girl to go down without having a bit of a freakout and we didn’t really know what we were going to do.

Sleepy Baby

Early on, I got into the habit of patting her back to get her to relax and sleep and once that habit was established, it was all but impossible to get her to go down unless she was being touched. It became a big nuisance having to carry her around for forever every night, patting and patting her back, then laying her down and continuing to pat until she was out. Then we would have to creep out of her room, and if she woke up at all, go back and pat her until she was safely asleep yet again. This became the nightly thing and it would take extended periods of time and it started to wear on us, beeeeeg time.

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Emergency Rooms

The initial sound of blood-curdling screams you can’t actually process. Once the second breath is taken, you realize something isn’t quite right.

Usually, dinner is a pretty uneventful but enjoyable time. Emerson bloves to eat and dinner is her favorite time. I love to give her food because homemade food equals love. 99/100 times I usually sit next to Emerson and feed her her dinner, replenishing her plate at her every little sign of “more”. Tonight, Josh sat down next to the little babe and started things before dinner was fully ready because Emerson was extra hungry and eager to get this show on the road.

That’s cool. Dad’s need time to bond with their babies, too. And moms can always use a break where they don’t have to pay attention to anything but the food on their plate.

We (Emmy and I – I later find out that Josh hadn’t eaten a single bite because he didn’t have a fork) start eating and talking with my parents about who knows what now, when all of a sudden it happens. It really didn’t register for a second since I wasn’t right there like I always am.

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Constantly Learning

In today’s post, I figured I’d just give you guys a quick little list of a few things that I’ve learned since becoming a dad. Now, some of these things are good, some bad, but they’re all things that I’m pretty sure most every first-time parent learns, usually the hard way, and that’s okay.

1. If you think that your relationship with your significant other is going to stay the same or be even anywhere near the same as it used to be, at least for the first many months, you’re crazy. Having a baby changes everything, from how you think about coming home after work to how you and your partner leave the house to get anything done. Nothing is the same. Not even the tiniest, most minute aspects of your life stay the same except for your love for your SO—and their love for you—if you’re lucky. Just don’t expect to be the hot-and-heavy teenage lovers you once were or the movie-watching cuddle monsters you were used to being pre-baby because that shit isn’t staying the same. I promise.

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2. Your baby is going to rule your life. I think this one is kind of just a no-brainer, but I do think there are those new parents out there that think that it’s not going to be very hard… that they’re going to get to do all of the same things they were able to do before the little bundle arrived, but that’s not so, and anyone that thinks like that is in for a rude awakening. I guess there are some out there who do everything they used to and either leave their SO to fend for themselves and do everything for the child while they get to go out and have fun, but if you’re that person, I’m sorry to break it to you but you’re probably not a great parent. Babies change everything—it’s just a fact of life—but it’s really not so bad once you get used to it.

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Stay-at-Home Parents

I guess today I’ve got a little ode to or a little shoutout to stay-at-home parents. I am not one myself but I know that being one has got to be incredibly tough.

I once found myself a part-time stay at home dad when we were still living in Vancouver, Washington and I worked full-time, four days a week, and Kayleigh worked full-time, three days a week. So I spent three full days with Emmy, from like 7am to 9pm, just the two of us, kickin’ it. Keep in mind, Kayleigh was doing it four days, from 9am to 10pm or later. This is all after she already had to (as if she minded) stay at home for something like seven weeks after Emmy was born for her maternity leave, which was unpaid, by the way.

I’ve got to say, in the months that I did the whole all-day parenting thing—it was hard, like, it whooped my ass. I’m surprised we both even made it back then, like, we’re both here and in one piece and I think that’s impressive. But I did have really hard days being with Emmy all by myself, and I mean ALL by myself. We lived in the PNW all alone, with no family near or anything. Okay, so Kayleigh’s cousin Tiffany lived in downtown Portland but she’s a doctor and we rarely saw her so that doesn’t count. And yes, she did have a great aunt and uncle that lived at the coast 2.5 hours away, but hey, they lived on the coast, 2.5 hours away…

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