21 inches 8lbs 3 oz healthy boy
Three hours old. Chunky and happy.
It’s amazing to me how many things we consider “necessity”. I wrote a post previously about surviving on one income and today, as the date for my son’s arrival approaches, I found myself thinking about baby necessities and what is truly helpful and what is just plain extra. I must be nesting! Can you tell from the baby car seat torn apart for deep cleaning? 🙂
When you are on a tight budget it is helpful to identify the extras and not get caught with stars in your eyes. I’ve sure had my eye on a few unnecessary and expensive accessories. But even the inexpensive things add up. So… what are you baby “necessities” and the things you know you can live without?
Baby necessities I DON’T use:
Oh I could think of a ton more but I’ll stop. There are some thing that do make mothering so much easier but I’m so grumpy as I write this I can’t think of many. That’s what happens when you are days from your due date and snowed in and hopefully by the time you read this he will be here. Maybe you will remember something I’ve forgotten below and help me out of my funk! Somehow I think this funk might be here to stay until the baby arrives. Ack!
Baby items I do use:
Since everyone is different you may totally disagree so…. Now its your turn.
Oh the things my kids come up with.
I get a good hearty laugh at least every day. Loud is a great story teller and I’m still working on him to complete such tall tales with the phrase “And that’s just a story.”
I was slouching on the couch, letting it all hang out (just meaning I wasn’t holding in my pregnant tummy) and 3yr old Loud pointed to my bump, “Mom is that where you keep your baby?”
“Yes, it sure is.”
He then appeared to inspect it and other areas of my shirt before pointing to my chest, which pre-baby is usually quite flat. Guess you could call it a perk of pregnancy because I’ve already grown a cup size. Thank goodness I’m out of training bras now. Any hooooo, back to Loud.
“Mom.” He raised his eyebrows, “You’ve got two babies.”
“No she doesn’t.” Scarfunkle sat up straight on the couch.
“No I DON’T!” I got a little worried but then saw where he was pointing. A baby for each bump huh?
Scarfunkle decided it was his turn to interrogate me. ” Mom, why do I always want to ask where the baby comes out?”
Oh dear! I remained calm and tried to recall my pre planned response for the dreaded question. A wise mom once helped me map out some of the worst possible kid questions.
“Well, Scarfunkle, the baby comes out the birth canal.” I sat as nonchalant as possible, secretly crossing my fingers.
“Yeah but nowhere seems big enough.”
“You are right,” I sighed, “nowhere does seem big enough, its hard work but that’s how God made it.”
Would you believe it? He didn’t press me for more and though Loud is convinced he is getting a girl AND a boy baby there was no harm done. 🙂
I had a scary night with my little girlie.
I woke up to the sound of gasping or more like small grunt sounds coming from her room. We’ve had bouts with asthma (prior to our gluten-free days), croup, RSV and other respiratory childhood illnesses so I worried that she had come down with something suddenly.
I rushed to her crib and rolled her over, feeling her forehead, placing my other hand on her chest to feel how she was breathing. I checked for dehydration (by gently pinching the skin) and rolled her over again to pat her back. She stayed asleep through all that but had no fever and hadn’t had any signs of any other sort during the day. No runny nose, no cough, no extraordinary crankiness or acting extra sleepy. Nothing.
So I prayed for wisdom and cracked a window by her crib. I knelt by her with my arm through the slats and my hand on her chest and counted the minutes, debating whether to wake her up, rush her to the ER at 2AM or WHAT!?
She breathed through little, seemingly too infrequent gasps. I worried and the minutes (probably only seconds wore on).
Her gasps started to come more frequent.
Maybe it was the window. I cracked it a little more.
She started taking a normal breath between gasps. It almost sounded like she was dreaming and the gasps could have been mistaken for a stiffled cry.
Then I remembered. When I’d first run up there she had her little face crammed in the corner of the crib under the bumper. Now, I know the bumpers are supposed to GO for strangulation concerns once the baby starts to roll and I DID that. But once she was old enough to put on her own blankets and take them off I opted to put them back, thinking the risk was gone. Not so!
I ripped all the bumpers off and sat on the floor to listen to her breathe for who knows how long.
Within 5min of uncovering her face and opening a window she was breathing normally and slept the rest of the night just fine. Not so for me of course!
I believe what happened is she was breathing bad air. Co2 that is normally breathed out into the air was going back into her little lungs and can become toxic. I think she was beginning to suffocate. Thank the Lord, he woke me up and I was able to fix the problem quickly. She is absolutely fine this morning but I wanted to share this for anyone else with toddlers. Breathing Co2 is believed to be a cause of SIDS but only medically classified as children 0-1yrs. Even your older children can be at risk!
I’ve got a three month baby in my care who is breastfed at home. His mom has been feeding him bottles during the day(along with nursing) since he was one month old but when he comes to my house he doesn’t want anything to do with the same bottle he gets at home.
I’ve tried different bottle nipples, different temperature milk (I’m using his mother’s milk), different hold… and various other mommy tricks!