Gi-Gi Roxx - The Ravings of a Lunatic

According to the blogger hit counter that I see when I log into my Dashboard, I'm at 80,021 hits since I started this blog back in 2007. That's pretty cool.  The one I have on here by SiteMeter was added well after I started the blog and is therefore inaccurate but still offers a good sizable number to gauge my blogs "popularity" by.  I am more than slightly humbled by the numbers, regardless of which counter you wish to go by.  I still can't believe anyone wants to read this crap. Also... I can't believe that ticker up there says my little Natalie is 4 weeks and 2 days old already! Today I'm gonna share a video of my little Starfish and I having a conversation this morning... because I want to share her smiles.  Just a few of the 80,000+ she will give me over the course of our lives together.  I love her face.  Enjoy!

So we decided that since our Starfish's cord stump finally fell off late last week (yay!) that we'd give her her first tub bath.  Unfortunately, it didn't go anywhere near as planned. I had imagined her being thrilled to splash and kick in the water as we gently scrubbed her with one of her soft washcloths.  Then we would have a sweet, happy and clean baby bundled in a fresh towel at the end to snuggle with. Yeah. No. Instead it went more like this: Starfish was already screaming because she just does that most evenings recently and is nearly inconsolable for at least one hour.  I mean, what better time to decide to strip her naked and plop her into a tub of water than when she's already pissed off, right? Once naked baby is in the tub, screaming bloody murder, daddy commences the washing while mommy watches and tries to catch at least one moment on camera where baby isn't all scrunchy red-faced and wide-mouthed looking like she's being tortured. M...

I can't believe my sweet little Starfish is 3 weeks 3 days old already.  Time is flying by.  She is growing so fast, as she snoozes in her bouncy seat right now she looks like a chubby little baby doll.  I am so glad that she's getting enough to eat from breastfeeding to be growing so well.  That makes me feel good, especially since we had such a rough start with it.  At her two week check-up last week the pediatrician was pleased with her weight gain.  When she was born she weighed 7 lbs 15 oz and then four days later she had lost (which is normal) 12 oz and weighed in at 7 lbs and 3 oz.  Well, at that check-up last week she weighed in at 8 lbs and 1 oz! The doc said she was spot on with her weight gain which made me so happy.  Our next appointment isn't until she's two months old.  So she'll have plenty of time to gain even more weight before her next weigh in.  Life with the little Starfish is getting a little easier each day....

Tomorrow we have our two week check-up with the pediatrician.  I'm anxious to see how much my little Starfish has grown.  I just hope she's not Jedi mind-tricked me into thinking she's bigger while having lost weight.  But really I'm about 99% sure she's a bit chubbier, especially since her newborn diapers are starting to get a wee bit snug.  She has been going thru what the midwife and various others have said is a growth spurt, as of late.  She gets uber fussy in the late evenings.  She has periods of time each day when she wants to cluster feed, not seeming satisfied until she's turned my poor little boobies into sad and sore little deflated balloons. But then she sleeps like a champ at night, last night she slept for 5 hours straight before waking to beg for food and then another 3.5 hours after that before waking for her breakfast buffet. She's been a little fussy this morning, however.  And I'm starting to wonder if she's dealing with gas...

I'm such a naive mommy.  I thought that because baby girl was crying after the silent period that typically precedes her efforts to create a full dirty diaper, that it was time to go ahead and change her.  But apparently my little starfish wasn't crying to be changed quite yet.  No, as soon as I was mid tushy wipe I felt something warm on my hand.  At first I thought, "oh boy here we go again, she peed on me".  But then I looked down just in time to catch the jet action of her little digestive system as she shot poo across my hand, onto the changing pad cover, then onto the crib sheet, and finally onto the packet of wipes at the foot of the crib. (she gets a 4 out of 5 for distance for sure) All I could do was laugh.  I knew it was gonna happen eventually.  I've been peed on already quite a few times so I was sort of prepared.  But her pee just dribbles and puddles around her little tushy and is pretty easy to clean up.  This was a comp...

It's been a whirlwind week folks.  It’s hard to believe everything I went through in a little over a 24 hour period last weekend and everything I’ve gone through since.   Here is the story of how the birth of my little starfish unfolded. On St. Patrick’s Day, at around two o'clock in the morning I was awakened by the first contraction that would kick off my laboring.  I then spent the rest of the morning working through each subsequent contraction, trying to see if there was a time-able pattern to them.  They were coming anywhere between 8-15 minutes apart.  They were strong but bearable and I just let my body roll with it.  Around 3:30 am I finally gave in and called the on-call midwife.  I was unsure if I was actually in early labor and wanted to get an opinion on the matter.  The midwife returned my call quickly and asked me a few quick assessment questions.  She said I was likely in labor and offered to meet me at the hospital, ...

Yup, still waiting.  Tomorrow is the Estimated Due Date and lease termination... but she's showing absolutely NO signs of preparing to move out any time soon.  I think the eviction notice just made her mad and I swear she's moved all her things to the top floor of my uterus in protest.  Whatever... I shall continue to wait... rather impatiently... but wait it is.