I think this post likely has a limited audience. I sort of want to get my thoughts down on First Take Home Baby compared to Second Take Home Baby. And complain slash freak the fuck out.
I have all the books, the required reading: development, sleep and more development. I read them cover to cover for Toddlerina. I recently dug them out and stacked them neatly on the bookshelf. I hope the easy access will prompt my reading. I am kind of winging it with my boy Jay and I hope he does not suffer deeply for it.
Joke. Kind of.
On the other hand, I have his life documented with precision. Law, love the iPhone app and the many, many ways to measure your infant. I know I have some fellow data hogs out there. May you also be blessed with a useless data set of nursing, urine and poopers.
I need to get my birth announcements out. Hell, I need to take the photos. I took some good ones right when we came home, but then I could not control myself and put them up all over FB. Classic, right? Sort of takes the thrill away from this artist. I will blame it on the holidays, but it is mostly me working hard just to stand still.
How is this for a zinger. I forgot to enroll my only son into my healthcare plan. Mother fucker I am such a mess. I don't know yet if they will open the window to allow him in. I should find out today or tomorrow. It makes me sick to my stomach when I think about it.
This is some hard ass work, but I repeat myself.
oh boy. That sucks, blame it on mommy brain. Regarding the books and such I did the same, read everyting for G but then winging with P. I pretty much forgot everything too, which sucks.
ReplyDeleteI know you're doing the best that you can. That's all anyone can expect of you, ever.
ReplyDeletei'm sure there is a clause somewhere that allows for brain lapse? *crossing fingers*. if it makes you feel any better, i spent 10 minutes looking for my phone earlier today, only to realize i was ON THE F-ING phone talking to my sister. seriously.
ReplyDeleteI was so wiped out by childbirth and feeding schedules that I couldn't see straight to read anything and anytime I managed to peep at a couple of words they just freaked me out, so I winged it with number one and continue to do so. I forget what day of the week it is and frequently walk into a room only to have forgotten what on earth I entered it for. Don't beat yourself up!
ReplyDeleteI had a hell of a time enrolling Owen. It seriously took me like 2 1/2 months to do it properly without errors. I kept screwing up. Why don't they make that easier for sleep deprived mamas, seriously?
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the babe, by the way, I'm finally resurfacing enough to be able to comment.
xo
Ugh. Sorry. It will work out.
ReplyDeleteI did that too. I forgot to add the twins to our plan. I found out when the second hospital they were at called and told me I had a bill of $100,000 for their first three days there. For each kid! The worst part is that they had already been there for 2 weeks by the time I got that call. I nearly had a heart attack.
ReplyDeleteLuckily, my HR simply added them to the insurance and back dated it. Hopefully, yours will do the same. Hugs.
Sounds like you are doing so well and loving every minute of it. I hear that the insurance companies are a-holes, especially from a certain Michael Moore film, but that doesn't mean they won't allow your precious boy in. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that all goes well on that front.
ReplyDeleteAnd in terms of books, the child psychologist says you can stop feeling guilty and just parent your newborn. You already know how to do that and whatever you don't know, you will learn as you go along.
Oh, big oops. I really hope that can be sorted out. But yeah, Augusta's got it right--you are an experienced parent now and don't need no stinking books, right? Everyone says the second child will get very different treatment, but that different is not bad. As a second child myself, I sure hope so.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Bunny. As a second child, I can tell you that all the intuition you've developed about parenting that comes to supplant the obsessive reading Mr. Pumpkin and I are currently doing...it's only a good thing. My brother and I, despite being made from the same DNA, seem to have been raised by rather different people, and I dare say I won. At the very, very least, I didn't suffer a smidge for it.
ReplyDeleteUgh on the health insurance. I hope they have hearts and let you hook everything up. Just tell them it's your second kid.