Tuesday, March 31, 2009

the nuk

(aka pacifier, "paci", "binky", "dede", plug, volume control...)

The nuk and I-we have a love/hate relationship. Setting aside my complex about having a piece of plastic soothe my baby rather than Momma or Daddy, I'm finding that I can't live with it, and I can't live without it.

Brett liked his nuk, but he has never been a very oral kid, and we were able to terminate it's usage by around 7 months. Lydia has an insatiable need to suck! But I still hope to kick the habit before her 1st birthday. I just think it's easier to be done with it early rather than taking it away from a 3 year old.

So, what I love about the nuk is it helps my baby go to sleep. What I hate about it is it's got me running upstairs a dozen times during a restless nap to pop it back in. Do you know how much damage my son can do in our "child-proofed" living room in 20 seconds? And the nights have been even worse. How many times have I been woken from a peaceful slumber because my daughter needs to suck to sleep?

My husband's idea of a solution is to rubber band it to her face. I'm tempted to throw them all away now, and she'll just have to figure out how to sleep without it. I wonder if any readers have any better ideas...

Monday, March 16, 2009

Friday, March 13, 2009

door #1

I'll take what's behind Door #1...


Thursday, March 5, 2009

bonding with baby

Thought I'd share my impressions about bonding with my babies, since we have the somewhat unique experience of bonding with both an adopted and a biological child.

Bonding - building an intimate connection with someone - can come naturally and can require intentionality. It happens over time but can also seem to happen instantaneously. It cannot be forced but merely given the right ingredients to happen. It is two-way.

What is needed to bond? Time, commitment, an open heart...with a parent/child relationship-the parent consistently meeting the needs of the child... But what about biology? Is that an ingredient? I know, everyone who is reading this expects me to scream, "NO", at this point. But I'm not going to. Because it is an ingredient. An adoptive parent can absolutely fully bond with their child, but in my experience, it requires some "substitutions" when the biology ingredient is missing.

For us, bonding with Brett was easy. Within a week, I'd say he felt like "ours" and our love for him, which was there before we even met him, grew strong very quickly. However, him bonding to us, I think took more time. And I don't think I quite recognized this fully until I experienced bonding with Lydia. I think I underestimated the attachment Baby forms with Momma while still in the womb. At times, I still feel insecure about Brett's bond with me. Had I given birth to him, I don't think I'd be giving it much thought. But when I go to pick him up from the church nursery, and he is clearly excited to see me, it feels good. Then the next week, when he's too busy playing with a toy to care that I've arrived, I worry.

Lydia, on the other hand, has been VERY attached to her Momma from the start. She started turning at the sound of my voice within a week or two of her birth. She cries when I go out of view and calms when I come back in view. But honestly, us bonding with her has been slower. It's hard to enjoy a baby that is constantly unhappy and constantly spitting up on herself (me, the furniture, her car seat...) and I'm mom enough to admit it! Fortunately, everyone who has been married for more than, say, two weeks, has figured out that love is more than butterflies and sunsets.

While we will continue to strive for a bond with both our children over the years, this is what I am sure of - Brett and Lydia- one planned, one a surprise - one through adoption, one through biology - one very content, one more high-needs - both belong with us. They may be two very different children with different histories, personalities, and needs. But we love them both the same.

Just after this picture was taken, Brett threw a toy and hit Lydia in the head. Much screaming followed...

Monday, March 2, 2009

Brett is 15 months old

Brett is 15 months old! He weighs 24 pounds and has 8 teeth. He finally took his first steps when he was 13.5 months old and started really walking a few weeks ago. This new stage is a welcome one, because I am looking forward to him walking more and more, so I only have one baby to carry around!

Brett's favorite things to do include reading books, playing catch, "hiding", and throwing things down the stairs. He likes "helping" with his sister. But he tends to find trouble when Mom is preoccupied with Lydia.

We have started letting Brett feed himself things like oatmeal. Messy!


It is fun to see his receptive language grow. He can do things like, "Point to the sunshine," in a book, and will start for the stairs when I say it is time for his nap. We think he is starting to say a few more words - "banana", "light", "Lydia" - but that is still very subjective!
Getting Brett to pose with his football has gotten a little more challenging!