Today, we had our morphology scan for Baby Barton number 2!
Wow… how great is it that we live in a world with such amazing technology!!!
We had forgotten how amazing and beautiful it is to be able to see a tiny human growing inside Renee’s tummy… hearing it’s tiny heartbeat… seeing it’s tiny feet and hands… seing it’s profile for the first time.
Wow… it’s starting to get real now…
We love to look back on the little moments we have captured in our lives. Especially of Jesse as he is growing up.
This video was captured when he was about 4 months old. One of the precious moments shared by Mum and Bub in the wee hours one morning.
It’s so special to relive this time in our lives. And it makes me so excited to create new memories like this when we get to know our new little Bub soon.
Parenthood is so wonderfully delicious. But sometimes it can be really bloody hard.
There have been some tough times in our house over the past couple of weeks. Jesse just wasn’t himself much of the time and we were all feeling burned out.
Thankfully, after the appearance of two lovely little molars and some much needed R&R for Mummy and Daddy, things seem to be getting back to normal.
But those hard bits inspired this…
Today I cried. And so did you.
I cried because I didn’t know what was wrong with you, my love. Because I couldn’t take away your pain or even know where it hurt.
I cried because nothing I tried seemed to soothe you.
I cried because for the first time I wanted, needed some time away from you.
I cried because the flutter in my belly reminded me there will soon be another and I worried how I will cope in times like this with two.
Today I cried.
I cried because when you felt better you smiled and laughed and played.
I cried because you cuddled me tight and my heart lightened.
I cried because the flutter in my belly reminded me there will soon be another. Bliss!
I cried. And I smiled.
Let’s talk about Saturday.
A day that will go down in our short stint as new parents, as probably one of the hardest days we’ve had to deal with.
To be honest with you, it was probably the first time since Jesse was born where I genuinely 100% questioned if I could do this, if this parenting gig was just all too hard and whether I should just quit and leave.
The day started out ordinary enough. Jesse woke up happy as he normally does. We got ready for gym. We dropped Jesse off at Nanny and Poppy’s on the way to gym. And then…
Well, then the drama starts… It was like we had picked up a completely different child to the one we had dropped off earlier that morning.
And for the rest of that morning, we had a very, very, very cranky boy. We just couldn’t work out what was wrong!!!
There was uncontrollably crying. There was a bloody nose (the result of a lot of nose wiping due to his runny nose and the fact that he had accidentally scratched himself around his nostril). There was grazed knees from when he fell over earlier in the day. There was writhing in pain. There was arching his back and kicking away from us as we tried to hold and comfort him. There was teething pain symptoms.
For some reason, it all just seemed to explode all at the one time… And it all just became a little too much.
With everything that was happening with Jesse, Renee and I then started arguing and yelling at each other which, given the circumstances, wasn’t helping the situation.
So with everything that had happened and everything that was still happening, I got changed into some yard clothes and left the house. Now I didn’t leave altogether, I just left the house because I knew I wasn’t helping the situation.
So I grabbed the weed killer and lawn feed, headed outside and started working on the lawn.
By the time I was finished and came back inside, Jesse was sound asleep, and the house was quiet again.
I just hoped to god that when he woke up, he was going to be back to his happy self again. And what do you know, when he woke, he was indeed back to his happy self. It was like the morning had never happened. But both Renee and I knew it had happened. And we were both bearing scars as a result!
Was it my worst day to date as a parent? Probably! But you know what, us as a human race have the great ability to learn from our past experiences. So I feel that because I’ve now experienced a day like I did on Saturday, that I will be able to approach the situation better the next time round.
But hey, let’s keep our fingers crossed that there won’t be a next time and that it will all be smooth sailing from here.
…Keep dreaming Kaine. Keep dreaming…
I don’t know if it’s the same in other households but way back in the beginning of this whole parenting thing we agreed that I would be the main bearer of the night shift in our house.
And I’m really fine with it. Kaine gets up early to go to work through the week and my job is to satisfy the whims of our precious little one (who is now not so little at 16 months!).
However, that doesn’t mean I’m not driven crazy from time to time with the night antics that occur in our house.
With a child that has only slept through the night a handful of times, I am up at least once if not more every night. And there are definitely some things that Kaine does through the night that irritates me to no end.
Here’s a few irritating things dad’s do throughout the night. Or maybe it’s just my husband…
1. Sleeps. Yup, there is nothing more irritating than waking up for the third time in as many hours to feed or soothe a bub while husband sleeps soundly and blissfully unaware.
2. The passive-aggressive rollover. This manoeuvre is designed to let you know you’ve disturbed his sleep but he’s not actually willing to wake and offer help. There’s just a very loud sigh from his side of the bed followed by an angry rollover and tug on the doona.
3. States the bloody obvious. When the teething toddler is screaming blue murder in the middle of the night and no amount of pats on the bottom or cuddles can fix it, Mum begins to administer pain relief (which could only be made easier by putting the child in a straight jacket) when dad comes out in his undies, rubbing his eyes and says “why don’t you just give him some nurofen already”? If looks could kill….
4. Pretends to be asleep even when it’s the weekend. It wouldn’t be too much to expect that dad might handle the early morning bottle on a weekend right? Wrong! I’ll get up again shall I??? Oh, do you want me to get him he says knowing that you’re already half way out of the bed.
5. Complains about being tired. Um, excuse me? You don’t know the meaning of the word!
Like I said… It might be just my husband who does these things. But geez, on a really bad night I do admit to wanting to stab him in the (shut) eye with a fork!
And god help me, if he comes out in his undies at 2am in the morning again, directing me to give Jesse nurofen after another terrible night of trying to settle him and get him back to sleep, I may be driven to cut off what got us into this situation in the first place!
Okay, that could just be the sleep deprivation talking.
Or is it?
I love you, darling.
Who broke the baby?
Watching Jesse play when he’s in his own little world is so cute and often hilarious.
The other afternoon as I was watching him play he just kept lying down on the floor, taking a lot of care to make sure he didn’t bump is head. Getting up and doing it again. All the while having a little chat to himself.
It was so adorably funny that I just had to grab my phone and record it.
So imagine this… it’s a Tuesday afternoon and I’m sitting at my computer at work, missing Renee and Jesse like crazy. I decide to send Renee a quick text to see how it’s all going.
I get a text back saying everything is great. They had a great time at the shops, especially Jesse. He had such a great time in fact, that he is soundly sleeping.
Not long after that I get this photo through.
O … M … G …
My heart melted and all I wanted to do was leave work, head home and snuggle into him while he slept.
I shoot a text message back through about how cute he looks.
Two minutes later, I get another text from Renee saying “Scrap that, this is him now!”
My first reaction was… WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!?!
Then, I kind of felt a little happy that I was at work and didn’t have to deal with his tantrums all afternoon.
Good luck with that babe… I ummm, actually have a lot of work to do, so I better get back to it. HAHAHA…
Oh how quickly things can change when you have kids!
Here’s a question. Why do they make toddler shoes so f%#*ing hard to put on?!!
Allow me to set the scene for you.
It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon and we have a 1st birthday party to go to. We are already running late. Jesse is grumpy because he woke up too soon from what is usually a two hour nap. Kaine is just now deciding to make his lunch when it’s time to go. And I’m feeling just generally pissed off. I hate every item of clothing in my wardrobe and my hair looks like shit due to crappy, rainy weather.
Needless to say tensions were running pretty high already.
And then it was time to put Jesse’s shoes on. Now that he’s walking we need to put shoes on him more often and I thought, given the weather, his cute little work boots that he hasnt worn yet would be perfect.
I checked the size against his foot and am satisfied that they will be a perfect fit for him now as previously they have been too big.
I sat him on my lap and began squishing his foot into the first boot. After a bit of a struggle, pushing, pulling and wriggling I finally managed to get it on. I exhaled with relief and exhaustion. But it was short lived as I picked up the next one, took a deep breath and prepared to do it all again for the other foot.
After a few minutes of more pushing and pulling I was still no closer to getting the bastard shoe on. I expressed my frustration with a few expletives and Kaine came to my rescue.
Well, he has even less patience than I do and soon things are getting very heated. I wouldn’t have wanted to be that shoe that is for sure. Beads of sweat are gathering on his brow as he forcefully tries to squeeze Jesse’s foot into the boot.
And then Kaine slams said shoe onto the bench, rips off the other one and throws them both down the hallway and into Jesse’s room.
Meanwhile, this whole time Jesse has been relatively accommodating and wondering what all the fuss is about.
We throw some slip on shoes into his bag and pile into the car, both still fuming.
It would have been absolutely hilarious to witness all of this going on. So any flies on our walls, we hope you enjoyed the show.
But here’s a neat idea for a business. Design some kids shoes that you can actually get on the kids feet!
Jesse has been my Kangatraining buddy since he was 9 weeks old. Originally we were just attendees and now I have been a trainer for 6 months.
Recently Daddy came along to class and snapped some photos. My cheeky Kanga joey stole the show…
It’s been a while since our last milestones video.
But since our last one we’ve had broken laptops… no access to video editing software… and endless shopping trips trying to get ourselves sorted out again.
So with all that, we totally missed doing Jesse’s 12 month milestone video.
BUT…
It may have worked out for the best. Because instead of doing a 12 month milestone video, we have instead decided to do a 12 – 15 month video. And with that, I think we might continue to do these until he turns the big 2!!!
So what’s been happening with Jesse these past 3 months? Well, check it out and see for yourself. 🙂
not so secret life of us 