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		<title>The Annual Calendar, The 10 Month Fog, and Postpartum Depression</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>In 2005, I started making calendars for the grandparents (and for ourselves) every Christmas. It&#8217;s this wonderful, neck cricking tradition where I pour over all of the photos from the year, trying to pick only the 20 or so best ones. I always end up in a very melancholy place while doing this because looking at the moments that are gone and the children that just keep growing is terribly sad to me. I know. Perhaps this should not be, [...]</p>
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<p>In 2005, I started making calendars for the grandparents (and for ourselves) every Christmas. It&#8217;s this wonderful, neck cricking tradition where I pour over all of the photos from the year, trying to pick only the 20 or so best ones. I always end up in a very melancholy place while doing this because looking at the moments that are gone and the children that just keep growing is terribly sad to me. I know. Perhaps this should not be, but I can&#8217;t help it. I look at these fun old moments, and my favorites really aren&#8217;t calendar worthy, so I choose the ones that look like calendar pictures.</p>
<p>This year Amy is in charge of the calendar for that side of the family. She has asked me for six or more photos. Well, you know I can&#8217;t narrow it to 6, but I did my best.</p>
<p>For some reason, as I went back over these, this one memory stuck in my head, so I feel like I should share it.</p>
<p>I was sitting at my 6 week postpartum appointment, (14 months ago) feeling much better than I&#8217;d felt in&#8230;..well, 6 weeks. I had finally started taking iron pills again, and it was making a world of difference.</p>
<p>The midwife and the doc-in-traiing-of-the-day gave me the good ol&#8217; postpartum depression questionnaire.  &#8220;Do you have feelings of hopelessness?&#8221; &#8220;Do you want to hurt yourself?&#8221; &#8220;Do you feel depressed?&#8221;  etc. etc.</p>
<p>I answered the questions as truthfully as I could, while still trying to maintain my integrity&#8230;..can&#8217;t be done&#8230;.</p>
<p>She looked at me, wearing my biggest, brightest April smile, and she said, &#8220;Well, you failed the quiz, but you look okay. Are you okay?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, I haven&#8217;t really been okay,&#8221; I told her, &#8220;but they sent me home from the hospital with no iron pills, and I was too far gone to understand the mistake and fix it. So I have four small children, I&#8217;m breastfeeding, I&#8217;ve been in pain, not sleeping, and I&#8217;m anemic. Who wouldn&#8217;t be depressed?  I&#8217;m just so incredibly tired, and I&#8217;ll be fine now that I&#8217;m taking iron again.&#8221;</p>
<p>My midwife also had four children, so she got it. We agreed I&#8217;d be fine, and that there was no way around the funk.</p>
<p>I wasn&#8217;t totally fine until THE WEEKEND. What happened on THE WEEKEND? Nonna came and weaned John David to bottles for me. She sent me out into the town while she stayed home and fed JD.</p>
<p>It was the strangest experience. It felt like leaving your house and forgetting your left arm. I jumped at the sound of every baby. I cried sometimes. I felt like I had done something terribly wrong, and I should run home and feed my baby! I was a little bit nuts!</p>
<p>I tried to enjoy it, and I did, but it was all so strange. My hormones were out of control. It was an experience I cannot describe. Eventually, we got him completely weaned, and suddenly it didn&#8217;t matter if I forgot my iron pills that day, or if I took only one instead of two or three. (I had a serious anemia problem).</p>
<p>I&#8217;m always telling postpartum women to not forget to take their iron. Ha! They probably think I&#8217;m crazy because not every woman needs them.</p>
<p>So most of the photos I chose for the calendar were from after the fog lifted. It was a 10 month&#8211;oh yeah&#8211;10 whole months&#8211; fog of crying, breastfeeding, dreaming about laundry, trying to get 4 small children out the door to take the kids to school or wherever. It was a year of learning how to multi-task, learning to accept my messy house, apologizing to Betty who was probably the only cleaning-lady in the neighborhood that knew and understood I could not get it all de-cluttered before she got there.</p>
<p>No, I don&#8217;t even have a cleaning-lady now, but I do hand out chores to the kids like candy.</p>
<p>It was a beautiful year, and it was the most stressful year I&#8217;ve ever been through, which is saying a lot considering all the year-long and half-year deployments we&#8217;ve weathered.</p>
<p>God got me through. Should I have been medicated?  huhuhuhuhuh uh-huh. Yeah. Definitely. But I really wanted to breastfeed my baby. Why? I don&#8217;t know. I can&#8217;t explain it. The same reason I want to do every little *best* thing there is to do. I like to drown myself in self-inflicted-pressure.</p>
<p>Am I okay now? Absolutely. I am more than okay. I am happy, blessed, and thankful. My house is still messy, but see, I&#8217;d rather have a fun blog and lots of children than a perfectly clean house. I was the girl that snubbed home-ec class (jokes on me) to take band and honors classes. My heart will never really be in the housekeeping. It&#8217;s important to me, but it&#8217;s not my gift, that&#8217;s for sure.</p>
<p>I love how God gives us all different gifts. We all complement each other, and that is how it is meant to be.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Amy, let me know if you have any trouble down loading the pictures from here.</p>
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<p>(There are also several great ones on the About Us page that we could use for the calendar.)</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>This one is my favorite, Amy. It was taken by a really sweet friend in Virginia, and it reminds me of a super fun phase of our life. I want to go back, but I know the right thing to do is to make this place happy too. I think we&#8217;re doing a good job of that. This is like a two-year vacation at the beach, really. Then it will be off and away, to where&#8211; we do not know yet.</p>
<p>&#8220;The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.&#8221;   John 3:8</p>
<p>What do you think about when you look at your past year?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>How I Lose the Pregnancy Weight</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2014 18:21:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>  What I look like, every single time, right after giving birth:  This was a few days after I had Caleb. I weighed about 170 pounds in this photo. And this is what I normally look like: That&#8217;s a 35 pound difference.  (After all, a few pounds actually DO belong to the baby.)   This is not my favorite topic:  weight loss.  I don&#8217;t like discussing it because it often makes us feel bad. Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but when [...]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg"> </a></p>
<div id="attachment_2834" style="width: 570px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-2834" data-attachment-id="2834" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2834/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=1600%2C1200&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="1600,1200" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;3.6&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&lt;Digimax S500 \/ Kenox S500 \/ Digimax Cyber 530&gt;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1183212890&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;COPYRIGHT, 2006&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;10.3&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;192&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.022222222222222&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&lt;Digimax S500 \/ Kenox S500 \/ Digimax Cyber 530&gt;&quot;}" data-image-title="BEFORE" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="&lt;p&gt;BEFORE&lt;/p&gt;
" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?fit=860%2C645&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="size-large wp-image-2834" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C420" alt="BEFORE" width="560" height="420" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?w=1600&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1600w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?resize=300%2C225&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/amys-wedding-calebs-birth-102.jpg?resize=1024%2C768&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-2834" class="wp-caption-text">BEFORE</p></div>
<p style="text-align: center;">What I look like, every single time, right after giving birth:  This was a few days after I had Caleb. I weighed about 170 pounds in this photo.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">And this is what I normally look like:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2684" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/2014/01/30/4-kids-easier-than-2-hmmm/cryingjdarlington/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=2322%2C4128&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="2322,4128" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2.2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;SCH-I545&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1395919950&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.2&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;100&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0083333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="cryingJDArlington" data-image-description="&lt;p&gt;Are 4 kids easier than 2?&lt;/p&gt;
" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=168%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?fit=576%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-2684" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=560%2C995" alt="cryingJDArlington" width="560" height="995" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=2322&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2322w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?resize=168%2C300&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 168w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?resize=576%2C1024&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 576w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/cryingjdarlington.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">That&#8217;s a 35 pound difference.  (After all, a few pounds actually DO belong to the baby.)</p>
<p>  This is not my favorite topic:  weight loss.  I don&#8217;t like discussing it because it often makes us feel bad. Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but when I&#8217;m going through a heavy phase, hearing skinny people talking about their weight really gets on my nerves.  It can be a sensitive issue, and I like to make people happy, not sad, so I&#8217;m going to address this just this one time.  After this, you&#8217;ll read no more weight loss posts from me.</p>
<p>Being the vain person that I am, I do eventually always buckle down and get the baby weight OFF.  That may be easy and happen naturally for some of you.  If you gain 20 pounds, then what work do you have to do?  This post is for the women like me:  the ones that gain 40+ pounds no matter how hard we try to eat right and exercise.</p>
<p>I always feel like people come and visit me right after I&#8217;ve given birth, expecting to see me looking thin already.  Instead, they meet a chubbier version of April, that still looks pregnant, but the fact is that WEIGHT LOSS TAKES MONTHS, NOT DAYS.</p>
<p>When I&#8217;m pregnant, my body handles food and exercise completely differently.  It clings on to every bite I eat.  I have gained 55 pounds every single time, save this last time.  This time I gained 40ish.</p>
<p>By the time the baby is 9 months old, I almost always have it whittled off.  I can&#8217;t tell you how to get stick-skinny because I&#8217;m not stick-skinny, but I can definitely tell you how I lost 40-55 pounds.  ; )</p>
<p>Oh!  And you have to give the tummy circumference extra time.  After giving birth more than once, it may take you up to two years to get your middle shrunk back all the way, and you may always have a little extra skin.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>APRIL&#8217;S RULES FOR WEIGHT LOSS:</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">1.  <strong>Breastfeeding</strong>.  If you can, at least give it a try.  It takes a while to see results, but eventually you should.  I have friends that didn&#8217;t have to do anything more than breastfeed.  I have other friends that breastfeeding did not help at all with the weight loss.  It definitely helps me lose the weight faster because it burns so many calories.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">2.  <strong>DO NOT SIGN UP FOR A DIET PLAN</strong>.  Boooooooooo diets!!!  Don&#8217;t do it.  Crash diets do not work, and any weight you lose from the one month you&#8217;re able to stick to your crazy diet plan will just come back when you wake up and realize that that Nutrisystem food tastes disgusting.  (It does.  I&#8217;ve tasted it.)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">3.  <strong>DO make permanent changes in what you buy at the grocery store</strong>, and try to get your husband on board.  (That&#8217;s the tricky part.)  One year after having Daniel, I realized that I had actually gained a bunch of weight while my husband was in Afghanistan for 6 months.  This was not pregnancy weight.  This was sedentary lifestyle weight.  I knew I had to get it back in gear.  First I read this book:</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;">  She will drill into your head great fundamentals of eating right.  For me, it was a great reminder that I do not have to have dessert every day.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Then I made these dietary changes:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">a. I cut out soda.  (except for a treat once every couple of weeks)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">b. I stopped buying any junk food at all.  Not even Oreos.  Since that time, Alan has added back in buying ice cream (ugh).  I guess I need to get back on his case.  If it&#8217;s not in your kitchen, you can&#8217;t eat it.  It&#8217;s really that simple.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">c.  I replaced the junk food with these snacks:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-greek yogurt</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-yogurt covered raisins</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-popcorn  (Read the label.  It&#8217;s not bad.)</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-almonds</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-100 calorie granola bars</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-blackberries</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cheese</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cheese and crackers</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">-cereal</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Pssssst!  You know all those articles that tell you not to drink juice, etc.  Well, okay, fine, it&#8217;s worse than water, but it has HALF the sugar of soda.  Also, coffee is extremely beneficial to your health, and it fills you up too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">4.  Oatmeal makes a great meal, any day, any time.  That wasn&#8217;t really a change, as I&#8217;ve always eaten oatmeal, but I just wanted to put that out there. ; )  It doesn&#8217;t have to be complicated and time consuming to be healthy.  These health magazines make it way too hard with all the complicated recipes with ingredients you&#8217;ve never heard of.  Instant oatmeal is just fine.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">5.  <strong>EXERCISE.  Every day!!!!   </strong>I&#8217;m not talking P90X or Insanity everyday.  That is not my style.  Who has time for that?  Not a mom of lots of little ones!  You work in exercise wherever you can.  Buy DVDs that are 30 minute programs, or sometimes I just cut the long ones off at 30 minutes.    Just make sure that at least once a week you&#8217;re doing some kind of strength training.  I also do stretching at least once/week to keep back pain away.  Ever since my yoga teacher moved, I am a wreck.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>WALKING IS GREAT EXERCISE!  </strong>Plus, it can give you alone time.  Whenever possible, as many days a week as Alan gets home before dark, I leave all the kids with Alan and hit the sidewalk for a 2 mile walk. Sanity time!  Remember!!  Jesus always went off alone to pray!  We should too!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">In <strong>addition</strong> to that exercise, I walk my children home from school.  That adds in another mile, and when you add in pushing a double stroller, it is a significant work out.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">If you really want to torch calories fast, <strong>RUN, or attend a strength training class.</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">My most successful weight loss was not related to pregnancy at all.  It was after that Afghanistan tour, when Daniel, my 3rd son, was a toddler.  I actually got to the point of no chubby middle section because I worked out really, really hard every single day.  I was doing a whole lot of running, and a little bit of weight lifting.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I will have to get my anemia under control before I can work out like that again!  I&#8217;m too tired to even think about all that stuff.  Meanwhile, I&#8217;ve still lost 45 pounds just breastfeeding, walking, doing yoga, and not buying cookies or soda!</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">6. DO NOT count calories.  Just eat somewhat healthy, and when you&#8217;re starting to feel full, you know, QUIT EATING.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">7.  Sleep! Sometimes you might just be getting a late snack to stay awake.  Instead, assert your will power, and go to bed.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">8.  <strong>EAT EVERY THREE HOURS, </strong>and duh, don&#8217;t skip breakfast.  Eating every three hours keeps you from getting that starving feeling that makes you pig out.  It also boosts your metabolism. Snacks should be small but nutritionally helpful.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">9.  Oh yeah!  If you have a c-section OR even tearing from a natural birth, do NOT exercise until 6 weeks out.  Trust me.  I thought I could be all tough and carry around two babies at once, two weeks after giving birth, and there were busted stitches as a result.  Youch. You don&#8217;t want that. ALWAYS wait six weeks.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I wish I had more before/after pics to share, but I&#8217;m so vain that I always delete my &#8216;fat&#8217; pictures&#8230;. However, I do not delete pregnancy photos, so here are a few of those:</p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2836" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby1weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=3000%2C750&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3000,750" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby1weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=300%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?fit=860%2C215&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter wp-image-2836" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=668%2C167" alt="baby1weight" width="668" height="167" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=3000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?resize=300%2C75&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C256&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby1weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 668px) 100vw, 668px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2837" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby2weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=3000%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3000,1000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby2weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=300%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?fit=860%2C286&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="wp-image-2837 alignnone" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=650%2C216" alt="baby2weight" width="650" height="216" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=3000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3000w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?resize=300%2C100&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C341&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby2weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 650px) 100vw, 650px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?quality=89"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" data-attachment-id="2838" data-permalink="https://storiesofourboys.com/baby3weight/" data-orig-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=3250%2C1000&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-orig-size="3250,1000" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-meta="{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}" data-image-title="baby3weight" data-image-description="" data-image-caption="" data-medium-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=300%2C92&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" data-large-file="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?fit=860%2C265&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1" class="aligncenter wp-image-2838" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=560&#038;resize=713%2C219" alt="baby3weight" width="713" height="219" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=3250&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 3250w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?resize=300%2C92&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?resize=1024%2C315&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=1720&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 1720w, https://i0.wp.com/storiesofourboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/baby3weight.jpg?w=2580&amp;quality=89&amp;ssl=1 2580w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 713px) 100vw, 713px" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img data-recalc-dims="1" loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone" src="http://storiesofourboysdotcom.files.wordpress.com/2014/02/082e7-20130605_120727.jpg?w=300&#038;h=400&#038;fit=300%2C400&#038;resize=300%2C400" alt="" width="300" height="400" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">See, I&#8217;m not one of those thin pregnant women&#8230;.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">As you can see, I never really posed for any &#8216;before&#8217; or &#8216;after&#8217; pictures, because the weight loss was always so gradual.  That&#8217;s the kind of change that lasts.  <strong>It doesn&#8217;t have to be complicated to live a healthy lifestyle</strong>.  Just get moving, and skip the non-nutritive foods at the grocery store!</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">I guess toddlers are kind of like cats.  Put a box down, and in they go.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;"> Today little John David turns 3 months old.</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">I have no adorable new photo to post.  Check out Tuesday&#8217;s post for that.  He still looks the same.  ; )  I have no exciting new milestone news to share, and  I have no energy.  I DO have a horrible case of hay fever.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">      Do you know what&#8217;s harder than taking care of four small children?  I do!  It&#8217;s taking care of four small children when your head feels like it&#8217;s going to explode.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8230;.There was a moment today, there was a moment where I really could have lost it.  I&#8217;m quite surprised that I didn&#8217;t lose it, but I guess not much shocks me anymore.   I just want a moment of peace.  Maybe because I&#8217;m sick.  Maybe it&#8217;s because we&#8217;ve already been through so many antics already.  Maybe it&#8217;s just too much to ask&#8230;.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">     I was in John David&#8217;s room, changing Daniel&#8217;s poopy pull-up, John David was in his little floor gym crying, and Joshua and Caleb were jumping on the trampoline, in their swimming trunks, with the water hose.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">As I shouted out the window for them to come inside and turn off the hose, I also noticed that Caleb&#8217;s only school shoes were beside the trampoline, drenched.  <strong>Then Joshua proudly announced that he was bringing me back my (only) salt shaker (empty and wet), and it had killed that slug &#8220;real good.&#8221;  Nice.</strong></div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">   Just yesterday I was thinking I was pretty much done potty training Dan.</h4>
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<div style="text-align: left;">He&#8217;d gone two days without wetting his underwear.  He even went #2 on the potty.  Today I made the mistake of letting him wear a pull-up all day.  I guess the sickness clouded my thinking.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  This has just been one of those days that beats you with a stick all day long.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">  Every day I send the older boys to school.  It&#8217;d be a lot easier if they stayed home, and I could send John David and Daniel to school.  Those two are WORK.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  So anyway, it&#8217;s been three months.  John David is precious.  He&#8217;s a very good baby, and he&#8217;s super sweet and sociable.  His brothers all adore him.  At this particular moment, he&#8217;s a little cranky.  Caleb woke him from his nap as he went stomping up the stairs.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"> Apparently Caleb didn&#8217;t approve of our making him clean up the backyard mess that he made.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  Fourth babies learn very quickly that the house just doesn&#8217;t revolve around them.</div>
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<h5 style="text-align: left;">All of this reminds me of a really wonderful book by Dr. Seuss called <u>I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew.</u></h5>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Best children&#8217;s book I&#8217;ve read in a while! Here are some quotes from the book:</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8220;And I learned there are troubles of more than one kind</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">Some come from ahead and some come from behind&#8221;</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">First he tries to prevent problems from happening by standing guard:</h4>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8220;I&#8217;ll watch out for trouble in front and back sections by spinning my eyeballs in different directions.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I found this to be quite a difficult stunt, but now I was safe both in back and in front.&#8221;</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8230;.So he meets a man who tells him to move to Solla Sollew, where there are no troubles at all, or at last very few&#8230;.and he <strong>encounters serious troubles in trying to get there,</strong> until finally he gets there and finds that he can&#8217;t even get into the town b/c the town is having trouble with the lock to the town, so the character finally decides:</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8220;Then I started back home to the Valley of Vung</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I know I&#8217;ll have troubles.  I&#8217;ll maybe get stung.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;ll always have troubles.  I&#8217;ll maybe get bit.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">By the Green-Headed Quail on the place where I sit.&#8221;</div>
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<h5 style="text-align: left;">&#8220;But I&#8217;ve bought a big bat.  I&#8217;m all ready you see.</h5>
<h5 style="text-align: left;">Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!&#8221;</h5>
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<div style="text-align: left;">&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.So the lesson here is that what I need is a BIG BAT!  Haaaaaa!  No, but really, I thought this was a great lesson for us all about facing up to our troubles, and right now I would say that I do have a few.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Here&#8217;s wishing you all a great weekend.  May none of you even need your bat.  I&#8217;ll have mine right here beside me.  ; )</div>
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		<title>The New Normal Postpartum</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p> John David and me 6 weeks postpartum I have returned to wearing make-up &#8211;finally&#8211; but my hair straightener will probably be completely rusted before it sees usage again! &#160; &#160;  I just love this little outfit.  By the way, after Daniel the Chubby it&#8217;s nice to have a baby who can fit into newborn socks! He&#8217;s still grow-grow-growing, and he still looks like Joshua to me. ********* &#160; The New Normal &#160; It&#8217;s been 7 weeks now, and I&#8217;m not [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> John David and me</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">6 weeks postpartum</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I have returned to wearing make-up &#8211;finally&#8211; but my hair straightener will probably be completely rusted before it sees usage again!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> I just love this little outfit.  By the way, after Daniel the Chubby it&#8217;s nice to have a baby who can fit into newborn socks!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">He&#8217;s still grow-grow-growing, and he still looks like Joshua to me.</div>
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<h3>The New Normal</h3>
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<p>It&#8217;s been 7 weeks now, and I&#8217;m not sure if we&#8217;ve really found our new normal yet, but we are getting there!</p>
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<h4>   I think Alan&#8217;s birthday was pretty indicative of what it&#8217;s like around here:</h4>
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<p>Alan woke up sick, and we all hung out at the house doing nothing special at all&#8230;..sorry, Alan.  Well, we&#8217;ll just call the new baby our &#8216;something special&#8217; for this year!</p>
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<p>New babies are such a serious show stopper.  I have a friend from college that calls this phase &#8220;baby jail.&#8221;  I think that sums it up pretty well.  I have several overdue appointments scheduled for this week, and with a breastfeeding baby that can be a challenge&#8230;..</p>
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<p>So it&#8217;s always a mathematical problem of how to handle each appointment&#8230;.ugh&#8230;..and in this sprawling metropolis, you often have to just take what appt. time you can get.  So here are my options, this week, with Alan being off work:</p>
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<h5>#1. Feed the baby right before I leave (Look, Bobby, I know you just fed an hour and a half ago, but please please eat again for my convenience!!!)</h5>
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<p>&#8230;&#8230;..and dash back between 2-3 hours later to spare Alan having to deal with a crying baby.</p>
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<li>  Pump before I leave, and let Alan give him a bottle while I&#8217;m gone.  (We&#8217;ve actually pulled this off once now!  So exciting!  He drank 5 ounces).</li>
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<li> Take baby with me&#8230;.risking having to listen to him scream and cry in the car seat, while I feel awful about it.  PLUS risk having to breastfeed the baby in &#8230;..dumdumdum&#8230;&#8230;<em>public.  *gasp*</em></li>
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<h5>Now how is it that I have nursed four babies and yet am still not good at that?</h5>
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<p>I tend to tuck away into the nursery to feed the baby at home, so I&#8217;m not in the habit of covering.  I haven&#8217;t had a baby yet that seems to appreciate being hidden under a blanket for his meal.</p>
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<p>Plus, what if the office timing is bad??  What if he needs to be fed at 3ish, but I end up at the doctor&#8217;s office too long, not leaving me time to feed him?</p>
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<p>This has also happened already, at his two well baby exams.  Thankfully, we had an understanding doctor who let me feed him while she did paperwork, ha!  Then another time, they took f-o-r-e-v-e-r drawing his blood, and he was starving by the time we got him out of there.</p>
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<p>See, this is why I don&#8217;t enjoy leaving the house like I used to!</p>
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<h5>Now, I suppose at this point I have completely ruined your delusion that I am an easy going person, as you have just read all of my neurotic thoughts on breastfeeding.</h5>
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<p>By the way,  good news:  He is doing much better with his feeding routine.  He now sleeps one 5 or more hour stretch.  One night he actually slept 6 1/2 hours straight.  I was GIDDY.</p>
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<h6>&#8230;.So if you come visit us, and suddenly I disappear for a while, do not be offended.</h6>
<p>I&#8217;m just an inept public breast-feeder.  Maybe when I get used to this again I&#8217;ll be able to *chill* a bit!</p>
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		<title>The Miracle of Iron for Postpartum Anemia</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>If you have read the blog lately you know I have had a hard time with anemia for a while. &#160; Have you ever woken up one morning feeling miraculously better?? &#160;I had that happen today! &#160;(Praise the Lord!) &#160;The iron supplements are working, and I can&#8217;t tell you how exciting that is. &#160;I was able to actually work today, and when I say work, I do mean work. &#160; &#160;I just refuse to call myself a stay at home [...]</p>
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<h3 class="wp-block-heading">If you have read the blog lately you know I have had a <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/03/31/you-know-not-what-a-day-may-bring-forth/" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener">hard time with anemia</a> for a while.</h3>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Have you ever woken up one morning feeling miraculously better?? &nbsp;I had that happen today! &nbsp;(Praise the Lord!) &nbsp;The iron supplements are working, and I can&#8217;t tell you how exciting that is. &nbsp;I was able to actually work today, and when I say <i>work</i>, I do mean work.</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp;I just refuse to call myself a stay at home mom. &nbsp;Yes, I suppose that&#8217;s what I am, but there&#8217;s something about that title that implies that I do not work. &nbsp;It is possible to be a stay at home mom and actually be a lady who lunches&#8230;.but that is sooooo not the case here, so let me tell ya: &nbsp;I work!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; In fact, there is John David crying and hiccuping now, so I will finish at my next &#8220;break&#8221;!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; So anyway&#8230;.I have been back at work today: &nbsp;calming babies, feeding children, potty training Daniel, &nbsp;making phone calls, cleaning up messes, de-cluttering, doing laundry, and I even showered and washed my hair!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Now I&#8217;ve just got to get the rest of me put back together! &nbsp;The other day I was out walking when I ran into Abby, who asked me why I was limping. &nbsp;Limping? &nbsp;Huh!?</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; When you have a new baby (along with a few old ones&#8211;ha!), you often develop problems like this that you are just too tired to notice. &nbsp;Isn&#8217;t that funny? &nbsp;Once she said it, I realized that I actually was limping, because my old hip problem was hurting. &nbsp;Jeepers. &nbsp;Well, that comes and goes, so I&#8217;ll just have to deal with that later. &nbsp;Do you think there is anyone under the sun that doesn&#8217;t have back pain when they&#8217;re carrying around a baby all day? &nbsp;I have to keep reminding myself to stand up straight, and that seems to help a little. &nbsp;Giving birth can really mess a girl up!</div>



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<div style="text-align: left;">Alan&#8217;s taking leave next week, and I have so many plans for that leave!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; Postpartum Recovery Checklist!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-dentist</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-dermatologist (already scheduled!)</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-chiropractor</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-hair cut</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-pedicure</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">-Perhaps I&#8217;ll even cash in that spa gift card Amy and Monica got me! &nbsp;Awesomeness!</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">Okay, it may take me a few weeks to accomplish all of that&#8230;..and there is John David crying again.</div>



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<div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Bobby&#8217;s first nap in Mommy&#8217;s bed</div>


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<div style="text-align: center;">6 weeks old</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">Coming Soon: &nbsp;I have 2 excellent new videos to share, but Blogger&#8217;s video uploader isn&#8217;t working (Here we go again, isn&#8217;t this why I left Xanga!?)</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">1. video of John David practicing his front to back rollover. &nbsp;If you put his elbows under him, he can do a beautiful roll, from tummy to back.</div>



<div style="text-align: left;">2. &nbsp;video of Daniel, breastfeeding a baby doll. &nbsp;Ha!!!</div>


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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">J.D., practicing his roll over: &nbsp;He has to have the left elbow under him, as shown, then he kicks that right leg, and rolls. &nbsp;I don&#8217;t know if &#8220;counts&#8221; or not, (as far as achievement bench-marks) but I figure it&#8217;s great practice anyway.</div>



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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caleb: &nbsp;Mommy, can I change my name?</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: &nbsp;Now why would you do that? &nbsp;Caleb is a great name.</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caleb: &nbsp;No, I just don&#8217;t wike it. &nbsp;I hate my name.</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: &nbsp;And what do you want your name to be?</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Caleb: &nbsp;Andy. &nbsp;Just Andy.</div>



<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*Toy Story strikes again*</div>



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		<title>The Fourth Week Postpartum</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jul 2013 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>John David, 3 1/2 weeks old, in an outfit provided by my friend Helena, who let it be known, is the greatest meatball maker ever!  Yeah, he sleeps better during the day than he does at night. When it comes to technology, there is a lot that I don&#8217;t get.  The photo app on my tablet is one of those things.  I never made this collage of three photos, shown above.  The tablet just made it for me&#8230;without me asking [...]</p>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">John David, 3 1/2 weeks old, in an outfit provided by my friend Helena, who let it be known, is the greatest meatball maker ever!</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Yeah, he sleeps better during the day than he does at night.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">When it comes to technology, there is a lot that I don&#8217;t get.  The photo app on my tablet is one of those things.  I never made this collage of three photos, shown above.  The tablet just made it for me&#8230;without me asking it to do so&#8230;.Maybe computers really will take over the world some day!</div>
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<h4 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4 weeks postpartum</h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, double eye bags, are still present&#8230;Believe it or not, the belly does shrink a little each day.  This is my plan for handling all the kids being home this summer.  It&#8217;s about the only way I can think of to keep the baby happy and safe while also serving food to my other children.  You do realize that once you have a few kids, most of the day is spent in the kitchen, right?</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as seen on Facebook&#8230;&#8230;Yes, my kids are so cute that they are featured on facebook.com regularly.  Haaaaaa!</div>
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<h4 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> John David is now two or three days away from being 4 weeks old.</h4>
<h4 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Progress report:</h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Sleep&#8211;He loves it, day or night&#8230;.maximum hours at once:  ~3 hours.  : (</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Feeding&#8211;breastfed.  He loves it too&#8230;..max hours between feedings:  4 hours&#8230;.that one night, man that was an exciting night for me.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Disposition:  pretty average for a newborn.  He cries the second he gets uncomfortable, sleepy, or hungry.  He seems to prefer to have his mother calm him down.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Growth:  FAST.  I guess all the sleeping and feeding is paying off in pounds and inches.</div>
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<h4 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">April&#8217;s progress report:</h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Sleep:  It&#8217;s really not funny&#8230;.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Feeding:  I have breakfast at 12pm, lunch at 3ish, and supper at 5.  Not exactly normal.</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Disposition:  not the greatest version of myself&#8230;.Give me another month or so!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Growth:  I&#8217;d sure better not be growing!  Actually, I&#8217;ve lost 23-24 pounds.  I&#8217;m not sure since I refused to look at the scale the last couple weeks of pregnancy.  Some things we are just better off not knowing, don&#8217;t you think?</div>
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<h4 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have had sooooooo much help.</h4>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My house would look nothing like this if it hadn&#8217;t been for my mother!!  She has been doing ALL of the chores.  She&#8217;s even been scrubbing our carpet stains, not a fun job in a  house with three kids running around.  She also waits on Daniel hand and foot. He seems to view Nana as his personal assistant.</div>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thank you, Mom!</div>
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<div>It is so important to give yourself tons of grace while you are taking care of a newborn. That is my number one job right now. Take care of the baby and heal.</div>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Jun 2013 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Apparently being J.D. is just exhausting.  This is what he usually looks like.   My recovery has not been all peaches and cream the last few days, so I&#8217;m pretty excited that John David&#8217;s best hobby is sleeping. Hopefully, by the time he comes out of the newborn sleep phase and is ready to join the family (remember we did jolt him from his womb before he asked&#8230;), I will be more fully functioning and able to handle a new [...]</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;">Apparently being J.D. is just exhausting.  This is what he usually looks like.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">  My recovery has not been all peaches and cream the last few days, so I&#8217;m pretty excited that John David&#8217;s best hobby is sleeping.</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">Hopefully, by the time he comes out of the newborn sleep phase and is ready to join the family (remember we did jolt him from his womb before he asked&#8230;), I will be more fully functioning and able to handle a new baby!</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">   The last few days I have been unable to get rid of a headache for long.</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">That&#8217;s the first time that&#8217;s ever happened. I&#8217;ve been unable to sleep much (which is weird, shouldn&#8217;t I be sleepy?), along with other unpleasant symptoms I will spare you the details of.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I decided it has been 10 days anyway, so it&#8217;s time for me to kiss the heavy pain meds goodbye.  I have switched to regular Tylenol and Motrin 400. So far&#8230;..headache still comes and goes, and I can barely wake up. I am SO UNBELIEVABLY sleepy.  My back hurts now, but only if I&#8217;m up and moving.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   I have literally slept all day, and it&#8217;s 5:40pm.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">   Granted, I didn&#8217;t go to sleep last night until 3:30am.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  This sleep problem can&#8217;t even be blamed on the baby.  The baby does not sleep all night, but he is not awful either.  He sleeps around the clock, but he typically wakes up to be fed at 12am and 3:30am.  I guess two times/night isn&#8217;t too bad for a 1 week old.  Once fed, he always goes right back to sleep.</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  That&#8217;s what finally put me to sleep last night, holding that precious baby in his rocker.  He is the best part of our day!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">  We miss the rest of the boys SO MUCH.  I can&#8217;t even explain how much we miss them.  Thank you so much, Nonna and DaddyO, for the pictures of them.  Thank you, Mom and Dad, for doing so much for them.  I know they miss us less when they are having all this fun in Alabama.</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Got the package, Amber!  Thank you!!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">   Alan, as most of you know, is super handy. Alan&#8217;s idea of a week of rest doesn&#8217;t include a lot of sitting in the living room watching t.v. (But yes, we have watched at least 1 movie/day).</div>
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<h3>The man is a machine.  Here&#8217;s a little of what he&#8217;s accomplished this week:</h3>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">1.  Rearranged furniture to better suit the children as they keep growing:</h4>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Daniel&#8217;s changing table is gone.  (Now please learn to potty, Dan).  In it&#8217;s place:  these shelves for toys and books.</div>
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<p>Dan&#8217;s sports themed room.  He insisted on keeping the Pooh Bear painting though, which we thought was too sweet.  Seriously, Nonna, we think you are the greatest artist.  You can paint for us anytime you want.  ; )</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Goal:  Fill the brothers frame with a photo this week&#8230;</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Joshua&#8217;s side</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">I took down the art to the left of the big poster to make room for new art.  The old art, pictured here, got destroyed when they put Angry Bird stickers all over it.  Those boys can&#8217;t really be trusted with stickers.</div>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;">Alan&#8217;s accomplishments continued:</h4>
<div style="text-align: left;">2.  Fixed the flat tire on Joshua&#8217;s bicycle</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">3.  Fixed the chain on his own bicycle</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">4.  Returned both his mountain and his road bike to rideable condition.  (He and Joshua have been doing some bike riding this summer, which Alan is pretty excited about).  School aged children can do some fun stuff!</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">5.  Kept me well fed and medicated</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">6.  Quieted John David anytime I need him to do so.  Seriously, Alan could teach Father&#8217;s Ed to new dads.  He&#8217;s amazing.</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">7.  Acquired a new desk for the family</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">8&#8230;&#8230;.drum roll please&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">AND BOUGHT ME A NEW CAMERA, A CANNON, RECOMMENDED BY AUNT JANET, THAT WILL BE ARRIVING SOON!!!!!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Can you feel the excitement??</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">I&#8217;m so excited!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Now, hopefully tomorrow I will be completely &#8220;de-toxed&#8221; from the Percocet and will not have to sleep all day.  : )</div>
<p>The post <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com/2013/06/29/detox-day/">DeTox Day</a> appeared first on <a href="https://storiesofourboys.com">Stories of Our Boys</a>.</p>
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