Saturday, August 27, 2011

Phobias

Before Davy I had lots of things I was scared of. Spiders, the dark, heights, monsters that hide in the dark, etc. Yes my imagination fed into a lot of those fears, but these were honestly things that scared me. Now that Davy is a part of my life my fears have changed drastically. I am still scared of spiders, but much less so than I was previously, we now have two large spiders that live on our garage door that I feed every time I find a stray bug to throw into their webs. I caught and released a jumping spider I found in our house and now find myself thinking about catching one and bringing it into my house to take care of our earwig problem. I find myself climbing up on things to do home improvement, the most recent of which was climbing on a chair to put letters up above Davy's closet, something I would have been fearful to do before. And I find myself in the middle of the night staggering through a dark house to get the baby and nurse him in the dark and then stagger back to my bed after he is done.

So what do I now fear? Well many of my fears have now changed. I fear that I may wake up one morning and find Davy dead in his crib from SIDS, I fear that he may get sick and die, I fear that he may choke on something and die, I fear that he may hurt himself and die. Do you see a pattern here?

Shortly after having Davy I went onto the Birth Board that I was part of (a forum board of women who were due during the same month that I was) I stumbled upon the baby picture thread and found in that thread a woman who had posted pictures of her twins who were stillborn. The pictures broke my heart, these little dead babies dressed up in beautiful clothes by their mourning parents. It made me fear for my own little one, scared that I could lose him, scared that one day I would wake up to a little dead baby. After so long of waiting for him, I don't know how I could take something like that. So I check on him every day and every night and make sure he is still alive and well. And I pray for him every night. I will be glad once he is past the SIDS risk.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Snatch and Grab

I have really gotten behind on writing about Davy. It is sad really because he is probably the cutest baby I have ever seen. Lately he has gotten really good at this thing called grabbing and he has been using his little hands to grab anything that comes into his personal space. And I think he has figured that if he doesn't grab it quick then he probably will have whatever it is taken away. So his current tactic is snatch and shove into mouth as fast as possible.

Monday (August 22) was my mom's birthday, Dad made her two lemon merange pies, but while he was making them she kept telling him that all she wanted was cake. Which was strange since she had asked for pies earlier. Anyway Dad had brought home fixings for cake but had made the pies. So Tuesday morning I went over and while Mom was distracted I stole the cake fixings and took them home. I made a two layer chocolate cake with coconut frosting in the middle and chocolate butter creme on the outside, then Kevin, Davy and I took the cake over to my parents to surprise Mom. Both she and Dad were surprised and we decided to have pie and cake. So Dad dished everyone up some pie and then we started to get the cake ready to be dished up. In the meantime Mom was holding Davy and had first let him touch the cake, so he had chocolate frosting on his hand, then she decided to let him touch a piece of pie, namely my piece of pie. She thought he would just touch it, like he had done with the cake, but instead he grabbed the merange, and when I say he grabbed it I mean he grabbed the entire thing off the piece of pie. Then in typical baby fashion he shoves it into his mouth and gets this "what did I just eat????" look on his face.

I don't know who eventually ate that piece of pie, but Mom did not make me eat it. I think it is hilarious what he grabs and eats. Today while feeding him he got impatient with how long it was taking me to put the spoon in his mouth, so he grabbed my hands and shoved the spoon in his mouth. These were of course banana baby food and baby rice cereal covered baby hands. So when food time was over both of us smelled like bananas and the dogs thought that we were both tasty.

I have more things to write about, but I will cover those things later, hopefully tomorrow.