I need to vent a little so bear with me.
Our wedding was perfect. It was simple, casual, fun, and relaxed. So many things went wrong that no one noticed. Which is so funny to me. Like I failed to put 2 or 3 people up on the seating chart (one of which got bitter over it which is really stupid), I couldn't find my keys for like 20 minutes before getting into my dress, I got lipstick all over my dress, I didn't have a toss bouquet, the wagon with the wedding party in it circled around the guests twice instead of stopping where we were supposed to take pictures, I almost forgot to grab my bouquet from Amber for the processional, whoever had my vows didn't remember to give them to the pastor so my brother had to run them up to the dock at the last second, the ringbearers refused to walk down the aisle, silas & kynzie went down the aisle to my song, shane and i held hands when we were supposed to link arms, i was stressing because apparently there was some provocative dancing and wardrobe issues on the dance floor, shane and i stood behind the mike instead of in front of it, the beer was out before we even got back from pictures (thanks to the guys who just stood by the bar and guzzled so the rest of the guests couldn't have any, including the bride & groom. nice.), makynzie wasn't handed to us for the processional or the reception entrance, and i could probably go on and on. But these things seriously didn't matter. Our day was perfect. We had a blast.
Having said that, we are so glad it's over. :-) We were so tired of planning and there was so much drama. I was running around with my head cut off when all I wanted was to just enjoy the day. Yep, people are mad at me for petty reasons. We didn't sit at their table long enough, they didn't hold Kynzie long enough, they were seated next to someone they didn't like, they didn't see us while they were in town except for the wedding day, we didn't invite their 5th cousin (exaggeration), etc etc. My response: cry about it. Just kidding. But seriously. My feelings were super hurt the week following. A LOT of "friends'" true colors came out. People didn't show up, people made obvious lies as to why they couldn't make it, people were rude, and some people had no class. Friends even LEFT because the beer ran out.
Unnamed "friend": Hey we're leaving
Shane & I: Oh really? How come? The reception just started!
"Friend": (in a "duh" tone) There's no more beer....
Ok cool. The door is right there. And while you're at it, suck my big toe.
We moved from Hendersonville to get away from the drama. About a month before the wedding we were nostalgic. We missed "Hendo" and the familiarity of it all. Yea.... needless to say we had a lot of reminders while we were there as to why we moved in the first place.
But whatever. All that to say, the venue was breath-taking, our photographer was incredible, and the day was exactly what we envisioned for our dream wedding. Thank you to everyone who had a hand in that.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
I remember what sleep is!
I am on top of the world. Like I suddenly feel like I just might be a good thing for my daughter. Just kidding... kind of... not really. But my sweet, horrible sleeper, adorable child slept through the night. I think I hear angels singing. I finally have a glint of hope that maybe I will see sleep again. (45 Minute Intruder, don't you dare read this and ruin this for me.)
The last few days have gone something like this:
-Thursday I have an epiphane. Maybe, just maybe, my child needs consistency. (Durrrr) Maybe she needs a schedule. Not just a pattern, but a schedule. (If that word could show up on this page in gold and flash and twinkle, I would totally do it. But alas it will not, so red lettering will have to do.) Anycrap, back to my life-changing epiphane. Maybe Shane and I need to stop being selfish and adjust our lives to our daughter's needs rather than our own. That would just be craaaaazy as parents, right? Well.... I ran with this. I said Ok Shane, here's the deal (No I am not bossy. Ok maybe a lot- But my husband just happens to be very go-with-the-flow and he totally trusts my mothering and is just as red-eyed and sleep-deprived as I am):
She gets up at 7. She nurses at 7, then eats her fruit & oatmeal at 8. She goes down for a nap at 8:30. She is up at 9:30 (yes I believe in waking a sleeping baby). She nurses at 11 and is down for her second nap at 11:30. She is up at 1:30. She nurses at 3. She goes down for her last nap at 3:30. She is up at 5. She eats her veggies & rice at 5. She nurses at 7. She goes to bed at 8 and gets a dream feed at 11 before I go to bed. And that sounds complicated but it's actually pretty simple. She nurses every 4 hours and goes down for each nap 2 hours after waking from the previous one. NO exceptions.
You read right. That has meant: When our friends ask us to hang out at 7pm, we are home by 7:45 to put Makynzie down for bed. When our friends ask us to go to lunch at 11am, we regretfully decline because Kynzie takes her nap at 11:30. If she is to be in the car for more than 20 minutes, it has to be after 3:30. When she goes down for sleep, we do the same thing each time. I change her diaper, close the curtains, put her in her sleep sack, give her a paci, turn on the fan, read her 2 books, lay her on her tummy in the crib, kiss her eye lids (she loves that), and walk out. That seems like a lot but it's only like a 7 minute process. I read in several moms' blogs that it's important to help the baby relax before going down. So true. I can't put her down to sleep after doing the most exciting thing ever with her. Also, I keep her brain busy between each nap. I read to her a lot, I give her a commentary on everything we do AND why we do it, we go for walks, we go to the pool, we sit at the window and talk about everything going on outside, she "helps" me clean, she has tummy time, she works on sitting by herself, she has time to play independently while I do something else, etc.
I know what you're thinking- "You need to be flexible, babies need to also adjust to your schedule." and "Wow Katy, you're like a drill sargeant." Yes and no. See, Shane and I used to say those things. While I was pregnant we said we would bring the portable crib wherever we went and put Kynz down when she got tired, and she would adjust to our plans, etc. In a perfect world, yea that would be great. But that crap just doesn't work. It just doesn't. It has taken me this long to get over the fact that we had Kynzie unplanned. So inevitably, she is going to change our lives whether we were ready for a kid or not. And I have to be careful not to resent her for that.
I also gave her 4 oz of formula last night at 7pm and 11pm and she slept from 8pm til 6am. What the what? Yea it was amazing. When I woke up at 5am and frantically checked the monitor, only to see her sleeping- I felt so overwhelmed with how proud I was of her that I couldn't go back to sleep for like 30 minutes. Shane even said, "Is she still asleep???!" and I said, "Yes!! She is!!" So to recap, with our new-found schedule, her naps have been longer and less dramatic, her mood has improved while she is awake, and she is eating better. Granted we have had to turn down some plans with friends, but they totally understand and it's so worth it. We are well-rested today and better parents because of it.
SUCCESS. (Here's to hoping this sticks....)
The last few days have gone something like this:
-Thursday I have an epiphane. Maybe, just maybe, my child needs consistency. (Durrrr) Maybe she needs a schedule. Not just a pattern, but a schedule. (If that word could show up on this page in gold and flash and twinkle, I would totally do it. But alas it will not, so red lettering will have to do.) Anycrap, back to my life-changing epiphane. Maybe Shane and I need to stop being selfish and adjust our lives to our daughter's needs rather than our own. That would just be craaaaazy as parents, right? Well.... I ran with this. I said Ok Shane, here's the deal (No I am not bossy. Ok maybe a lot- But my husband just happens to be very go-with-the-flow and he totally trusts my mothering and is just as red-eyed and sleep-deprived as I am):
She gets up at 7. She nurses at 7, then eats her fruit & oatmeal at 8. She goes down for a nap at 8:30. She is up at 9:30 (yes I believe in waking a sleeping baby). She nurses at 11 and is down for her second nap at 11:30. She is up at 1:30. She nurses at 3. She goes down for her last nap at 3:30. She is up at 5. She eats her veggies & rice at 5. She nurses at 7. She goes to bed at 8 and gets a dream feed at 11 before I go to bed. And that sounds complicated but it's actually pretty simple. She nurses every 4 hours and goes down for each nap 2 hours after waking from the previous one. NO exceptions.
You read right. That has meant: When our friends ask us to hang out at 7pm, we are home by 7:45 to put Makynzie down for bed. When our friends ask us to go to lunch at 11am, we regretfully decline because Kynzie takes her nap at 11:30. If she is to be in the car for more than 20 minutes, it has to be after 3:30. When she goes down for sleep, we do the same thing each time. I change her diaper, close the curtains, put her in her sleep sack, give her a paci, turn on the fan, read her 2 books, lay her on her tummy in the crib, kiss her eye lids (she loves that), and walk out. That seems like a lot but it's only like a 7 minute process. I read in several moms' blogs that it's important to help the baby relax before going down. So true. I can't put her down to sleep after doing the most exciting thing ever with her. Also, I keep her brain busy between each nap. I read to her a lot, I give her a commentary on everything we do AND why we do it, we go for walks, we go to the pool, we sit at the window and talk about everything going on outside, she "helps" me clean, she has tummy time, she works on sitting by herself, she has time to play independently while I do something else, etc.
I know what you're thinking- "You need to be flexible, babies need to also adjust to your schedule." and "Wow Katy, you're like a drill sargeant." Yes and no. See, Shane and I used to say those things. While I was pregnant we said we would bring the portable crib wherever we went and put Kynz down when she got tired, and she would adjust to our plans, etc. In a perfect world, yea that would be great. But that crap just doesn't work. It just doesn't. It has taken me this long to get over the fact that we had Kynzie unplanned. So inevitably, she is going to change our lives whether we were ready for a kid or not. And I have to be careful not to resent her for that.
I also gave her 4 oz of formula last night at 7pm and 11pm and she slept from 8pm til 6am. What the what? Yea it was amazing. When I woke up at 5am and frantically checked the monitor, only to see her sleeping- I felt so overwhelmed with how proud I was of her that I couldn't go back to sleep for like 30 minutes. Shane even said, "Is she still asleep???!" and I said, "Yes!! She is!!" So to recap, with our new-found schedule, her naps have been longer and less dramatic, her mood has improved while she is awake, and she is eating better. Granted we have had to turn down some plans with friends, but they totally understand and it's so worth it. We are well-rested today and better parents because of it.
SUCCESS. (Here's to hoping this sticks....)
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Ode to Coffee
Coffee makes me the productive person I should be. It's so hard to grasp because I hate things like caffeine, sugar, medicine, junk food, etc. But I found something that makes me productive and positive. And that's like liquid gold to me.
Things coffee has helped me accomplish today:
- Try all Kynzie's outfits on her to see what still fits
- Go through her old stuff for things friends have said they need
- Switch out all her books
- Clean
- Make a Wish List
- Make a budget list
- Find fall crafts I want to do
- Play with Kynz outside
- Break out some of my fall decor
And it's only 2pm ladies and gents. I'm unstoppable.
Things coffee has helped me accomplish today:
- Try all Kynzie's outfits on her to see what still fits
- Go through her old stuff for things friends have said they need
- Switch out all her books
- Clean
- Make a Wish List
- Make a budget list
- Find fall crafts I want to do
- Play with Kynz outside
- Break out some of my fall decor
And it's only 2pm ladies and gents. I'm unstoppable.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"I do. There. Ok let's move on...."
I will try so hard not to mutter those words on my wedding day. I will also try really hard not to put a paper bag over my head or take too many shots before walking down the aisle. I should have just included an insert with the invitations that said "Terms and Conditions: I will NOT look at the bride the entire day of the wedding. Do you accept these terms and conditions? Ok you can come." I.......HATE..... THIS.
I hate tradition. I hate formality. And I hate big groups of people. Ok now what does that spell??! W-E-D-D-I-N-G.Yep not a fan. I begged, BEGGED Shane for a courtroom wedding. Who can beat getting married for only twenty bucks? Shot down. So we have done our very best to make this overrated party casual. "*CASUAL DRESS" is in the invitation, lawn games, cattle, and a keg of Blue Moon will be included. The wedding party is wearing flip flops, the girls will be in Walmart sundresses (that's how I roll), and the dudes will be wearing polos. I will not have a veil, we will not have a wedding cake, and I will not be walking down the aisle to a classical version of Canon in D. Sorry folks. Not my style.
I am dreading this day without dreading this day. I can't wait to marry my best friend and reunite with old family and friends. All the other stuff are just details and will probably go unnoticed. Do you un-married people realize the decisions that go into a wedding? Holy geez. "Kate what color do you want this to be? What size do you want this to be? How many of these do you want? Where do you want him/her to stand? How will you do this? What time will this be?" AHHHHHH!!! Let's just wing it and pretend like we all know what we're doing. Bless my mother. She is working so hard and it's her top priority to see to it that I have my dream wedding. But Mom, my dream wedding is in the courthouse. ;-) Just kidding. Kind of. The stress is not so much from this stuff for me. The stress is what will we do with the dogs? Will Kynzie sleep? Will people realize "Oh, that baby has stranger anxiety. I should WALK AWAY."? Will people try to feed my baby their food? (Don't you dare.) Will the guests be comfortable? Will they feel awkward around people they don't know? Will they like the food? Will they notice how unorganized we are? Will they get our sense of humor?
So here's to you Wedding Day, you win.
I hate tradition. I hate formality. And I hate big groups of people. Ok now what does that spell??! W-E-D-D-I-N-G.Yep not a fan. I begged, BEGGED Shane for a courtroom wedding. Who can beat getting married for only twenty bucks? Shot down. So we have done our very best to make this overrated party casual. "*CASUAL DRESS" is in the invitation, lawn games, cattle, and a keg of Blue Moon will be included. The wedding party is wearing flip flops, the girls will be in Walmart sundresses (that's how I roll), and the dudes will be wearing polos. I will not have a veil, we will not have a wedding cake, and I will not be walking down the aisle to a classical version of Canon in D. Sorry folks. Not my style.
I am dreading this day without dreading this day. I can't wait to marry my best friend and reunite with old family and friends. All the other stuff are just details and will probably go unnoticed. Do you un-married people realize the decisions that go into a wedding? Holy geez. "Kate what color do you want this to be? What size do you want this to be? How many of these do you want? Where do you want him/her to stand? How will you do this? What time will this be?" AHHHHHH!!! Let's just wing it and pretend like we all know what we're doing. Bless my mother. She is working so hard and it's her top priority to see to it that I have my dream wedding. But Mom, my dream wedding is in the courthouse. ;-) Just kidding. Kind of. The stress is not so much from this stuff for me. The stress is what will we do with the dogs? Will Kynzie sleep? Will people realize "Oh, that baby has stranger anxiety. I should WALK AWAY."? Will people try to feed my baby their food? (Don't you dare.) Will the guests be comfortable? Will they feel awkward around people they don't know? Will they like the food? Will they notice how unorganized we are? Will they get our sense of humor?
So here's to you Wedding Day, you win.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Wowzers
Yep, wowzers. I was just thinking this morning about all the stuff we do out of habit to keep costs down and save money. Here's what I came up with off the top of my head:
- Try to use ALL the food we have before we buy more. Which at times means getting creative.
- Using coupons & Weekly Specials for grocery shopping
- Running as many errands as possible at once and using places that are on the way to save gas.
- "If it's yellow let it mellow...."
- Taking quick, luke warm showers
- Only using half the recommended amount of dishwasher soap and laundry detergent (soon I will be making our own)
- Wearing clothes twice unless dirty
- Watering down juice (Shane gets sooo mad at me when I don't do this)
- Breastfeeding & cloth diapers
- Keeping the a/c warmer than we'd like
- Turning lights off when not in use
- Re-using ziploc bags
Right now that's all I can think of. What do you do to save money??
- Try to use ALL the food we have before we buy more. Which at times means getting creative.
- Using coupons & Weekly Specials for grocery shopping
- Running as many errands as possible at once and using places that are on the way to save gas.
- "If it's yellow let it mellow...."
- Taking quick, luke warm showers
- Only using half the recommended amount of dishwasher soap and laundry detergent (soon I will be making our own)
- Wearing clothes twice unless dirty
- Watering down juice (Shane gets sooo mad at me when I don't do this)
- Breastfeeding & cloth diapers
- Keeping the a/c warmer than we'd like
- Turning lights off when not in use
- Re-using ziploc bags
Right now that's all I can think of. What do you do to save money??
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Nowhere Near Perfect and Shouldn't be Trying
I think one of the biggest things women struggle with is envy. I will be the first to admit that I do. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. That jealous jerk that lives in your head and is constantly starting each thought with "I wish I had..." or "If I was more like her..." Yep see, now you know what I mean and you can totally relate. Do [straight] guys think these things? Probably not in the same way. I doubt they look at other guys' shoes and say "Oh man if I only had his shoes..." I know Shane will be the first to tell you that he often thinks, "Man I wish we had more money so we could have a house like (insert name here)" but it's just not quite the same.
If I had a quarter for every time I decided I wanted something or to change my personality to be more like (again insert name here), I would be filthy rich. I constantly find myself doing this lately and it's always when we're hurting for money. If we really went green with envy, I would be the truest, nastiest green you can imagine. Allow me to get this all out and bid it adieu. I want nicer shoes, enough clothes so I don't have to wear the same thing twice a week, a nicer car that has awesome air conditioning, some kind of toy or furniture for my daughter that we don't have to give back to whoever loaned it to us, lots of food to fill our pantry so I don't have to ask Shane things like, "What can we make with peanut butter, ketchup, rice, and spaghetti noodles?" (Yes, "barf" is right.)
But that's not the worst of it. It's much more of a problem when this jealous jerk attacks my desire for personality changes. I want to be funny like her, more social like her, a better cook like her, domestic like her, creative like her, etc etc etc. I'm drowning in these thoughts. Granted, I always catch myself thinking these things and say to myself, "Nope. Tonight I'm me." But somehow Jealous Jerk always creeps back in.
Please join me in trying to accept ourselves. Not just accepting but LIKING who we are. I can bet that the people we are trying to be more like are doing the exact same thing and wish they were more like someone else. We all have our insecurities, but we won't truly be happy until we look these insecurities straight in the eye and tell them to shove it.
If I had a quarter for every time I decided I wanted something or to change my personality to be more like (again insert name here), I would be filthy rich. I constantly find myself doing this lately and it's always when we're hurting for money. If we really went green with envy, I would be the truest, nastiest green you can imagine. Allow me to get this all out and bid it adieu. I want nicer shoes, enough clothes so I don't have to wear the same thing twice a week, a nicer car that has awesome air conditioning, some kind of toy or furniture for my daughter that we don't have to give back to whoever loaned it to us, lots of food to fill our pantry so I don't have to ask Shane things like, "What can we make with peanut butter, ketchup, rice, and spaghetti noodles?" (Yes, "barf" is right.)
But that's not the worst of it. It's much more of a problem when this jealous jerk attacks my desire for personality changes. I want to be funny like her, more social like her, a better cook like her, domestic like her, creative like her, etc etc etc. I'm drowning in these thoughts. Granted, I always catch myself thinking these things and say to myself, "Nope. Tonight I'm me." But somehow Jealous Jerk always creeps back in.
Please join me in trying to accept ourselves. Not just accepting but LIKING who we are. I can bet that the people we are trying to be more like are doing the exact same thing and wish they were more like someone else. We all have our insecurities, but we won't truly be happy until we look these insecurities straight in the eye and tell them to shove it.
Friday, July 22, 2011
4 Hour Coma
I want a nap. Like a real one. Not one where I'm worried about my daughter and wake up every hour. I want a real 4 hour nap where I'm sleeping so deep I may as well be in a coma.
This week has sucked some major big toes. Maybe 2 weeks ago, I had my first "BAD" day in a while. I was taking the trash to the dumpster, and thought the diaper dekor bag was tied tight enough. You see where this is going?? My child was having a I-hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it moment screaming in the car seat as I unloaded the diapers. As I was pulling it out of the car, the end opened and TONS of diapers spilled out onto the road. Kynz had a bad diaper rash, so we were using disposables day & night at this time, so there were even more than usual! As I bent over and picked them up off the road, I went to stand up and suh-lammed my head on the car door knocking me over in front of everyone at our apartment leasing office. Awesome. The day only got worse.
However, yesterday was pretty odd. Wednesday night we had Shane's redneck birthday at my parents' house which is 30 minutes from our's. (Our apartment is currently packed in boxes.) and we ended up staying the night there because we didn't feel like waking our sleeping baby and heading home at 11pm. I had scheduled a 9:40 appointment for Makynzie because she had symptoms of an ear infection. I set my alarm for 8am and totally forgot to tell my phone "Yes, I'd like to set my alarm to (ON)". I needed to leave my mom's at 8:30 so I could run the dogs home (30 minutes away) and then take Makynz to her appointment (15 minutes away). Needless to say, my alarm didn't go off. I woke up at 8:20 and Kynzie was STILL sleeping (NEVER happens until we have to be somewhere early.) I quickly packed the car, hoped the dogs didn't have to pee, and headed home. I got to her appointment 10 minutes late but they usually make us wait for 354578654786 minutes after her appointment time so I didn't feel too bad about being late for the first time ever. After 45 minutes of trying to keep my child calm, the doctor came in and diagnosed her with an ear infection, and said that babies who get them before 6 months are prone to get many of them. SUPER. In order to diagnose her, he had to get the wax out of her ears to see in them better. He may as well have been slapping her in the face. She was giving out the exact same scream she did when she got her shots. (Yes I am a horrible, awful mother who has chosen to vaccinate her child.) As soon as he said I could soothe her I swooped in and held her against my chest and put my cheek to her's. Somewhere amongst her sweet whimpers, she fell asleep on my chest and even stayed asleep as I transferred her into the car seat. Ughhh I love her so much.
SoI got home after Makynzie's appointment and laid her down for a nap. Baby girl KNOCKED OUT. An hour and a half into her nap I decided I'd lay down to take a nap too. I didn't bother setting an alarm because I needed to get up for MY doctor appointment in an hour and a half and she never takes naps longer than 2.5 hours so I'd be good and get up in plenty of time to feed her, change her, and take the dogs out to pee. Shane called and woke me up. Thank God he did because Makynzie hadn't woken up yet and I had to be at the doctor in 20 minutes!! Oh crap. So I jumped up, got her from the crib, and looked for my keys. Crap again. Where are my keys?? I looked EVERYwhere. I finally decided I had locked them in the car for the first time and Shane was going to kill me. So I started calling the doctor's office to cancel my appointment. As I was calling I realized I hadn't checked the key rack. Keyword: KEY rack. (No pun intended there.) And lo and behold, there my keys hung, laughing at me. I called the doctor's office and told them I would be late. However they neglected to answer the phone so I left a voicemail frantically that went something like this, "Ummmm hi! This is Kaitlyn Baehr...... I am running late..... Get in the RIGHT lane if you're gonna go slow buddy!!.... Oh yea, This is Kaitlyn Baehr.... I'll be there like 10 minutes late.... Please don't give me a fee...... Kynzie it's ok we're almost there baby.... Oh yeah, Ok bye." I got there and signed in and sat down. The nurse came out into the waiting room. "Makynzie?" Well that's cool someone else here is named Makynzie too. "Makynzie??" Looking around the room I realized there was no one else in the room. Ugh. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I signed my daughter in instead of myself!" Nice huh. And now today is starting off with NO sleep, Kynz kept me up allllll night long. And I am being harassed by someone on Craigslist who will NOT STOP EMAILING ME. GO AWAY!!! I am not a C word, I am not over 200 pounds, my TV is in excellent condition, No my house is not a "pig pen"...... just GO AWAY.
I need a 4 hour coma.
This week has sucked some major big toes. Maybe 2 weeks ago, I had my first "BAD" day in a while. I was taking the trash to the dumpster, and thought the diaper dekor bag was tied tight enough. You see where this is going?? My child was having a I-hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it moment screaming in the car seat as I unloaded the diapers. As I was pulling it out of the car, the end opened and TONS of diapers spilled out onto the road. Kynz had a bad diaper rash, so we were using disposables day & night at this time, so there were even more than usual! As I bent over and picked them up off the road, I went to stand up and suh-lammed my head on the car door knocking me over in front of everyone at our apartment leasing office. Awesome. The day only got worse.
However, yesterday was pretty odd. Wednesday night we had Shane's redneck birthday at my parents' house which is 30 minutes from our's. (Our apartment is currently packed in boxes.) and we ended up staying the night there because we didn't feel like waking our sleeping baby and heading home at 11pm. I had scheduled a 9:40 appointment for Makynzie because she had symptoms of an ear infection. I set my alarm for 8am and totally forgot to tell my phone "Yes, I'd like to set my alarm to (ON)". I needed to leave my mom's at 8:30 so I could run the dogs home (30 minutes away) and then take Makynz to her appointment (15 minutes away). Needless to say, my alarm didn't go off. I woke up at 8:20 and Kynzie was STILL sleeping (NEVER happens until we have to be somewhere early.) I quickly packed the car, hoped the dogs didn't have to pee, and headed home. I got to her appointment 10 minutes late but they usually make us wait for 354578654786 minutes after her appointment time so I didn't feel too bad about being late for the first time ever. After 45 minutes of trying to keep my child calm, the doctor came in and diagnosed her with an ear infection, and said that babies who get them before 6 months are prone to get many of them. SUPER. In order to diagnose her, he had to get the wax out of her ears to see in them better. He may as well have been slapping her in the face. She was giving out the exact same scream she did when she got her shots. (Yes I am a horrible, awful mother who has chosen to vaccinate her child.) As soon as he said I could soothe her I swooped in and held her against my chest and put my cheek to her's. Somewhere amongst her sweet whimpers, she fell asleep on my chest and even stayed asleep as I transferred her into the car seat. Ughhh I love her so much.
SoI got home after Makynzie's appointment and laid her down for a nap. Baby girl KNOCKED OUT. An hour and a half into her nap I decided I'd lay down to take a nap too. I didn't bother setting an alarm because I needed to get up for MY doctor appointment in an hour and a half and she never takes naps longer than 2.5 hours so I'd be good and get up in plenty of time to feed her, change her, and take the dogs out to pee. Shane called and woke me up. Thank God he did because Makynzie hadn't woken up yet and I had to be at the doctor in 20 minutes!! Oh crap. So I jumped up, got her from the crib, and looked for my keys. Crap again. Where are my keys?? I looked EVERYwhere. I finally decided I had locked them in the car for the first time and Shane was going to kill me. So I started calling the doctor's office to cancel my appointment. As I was calling I realized I hadn't checked the key rack. Keyword: KEY rack. (No pun intended there.) And lo and behold, there my keys hung, laughing at me. I called the doctor's office and told them I would be late. However they neglected to answer the phone so I left a voicemail frantically that went something like this, "Ummmm hi! This is Kaitlyn Baehr...... I am running late..... Get in the RIGHT lane if you're gonna go slow buddy!!.... Oh yea, This is Kaitlyn Baehr.... I'll be there like 10 minutes late.... Please don't give me a fee...... Kynzie it's ok we're almost there baby.... Oh yeah, Ok bye." I got there and signed in and sat down. The nurse came out into the waiting room. "Makynzie?" Well that's cool someone else here is named Makynzie too. "Makynzie??" Looking around the room I realized there was no one else in the room. Ugh. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I signed my daughter in instead of myself!" Nice huh. And now today is starting off with NO sleep, Kynz kept me up allllll night long. And I am being harassed by someone on Craigslist who will NOT STOP EMAILING ME. GO AWAY!!! I am not a C word, I am not over 200 pounds, my TV is in excellent condition, No my house is not a "pig pen"...... just GO AWAY.
I need a 4 hour coma.
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