#thisisdepression

This is my story of depression and my call to the church to deal with it better. 

I've struggled with depression for most of my life. Probably the first time I was aware of it was when I was a teenager. Along with this, I've been in and out of counseling since I was 16. I'm being honest when I say the darkest time for me was in the last three years. Since not nearly enough people talk about these things, I want to share with you my story. 

I had a hard pregnancy with Judah, not just physically - emotionally too. My hormones went crazy and I was not myself. I was angry and sad and irrational...and it didn't get better with time. When Judah was born (though it breaks my heart to say it) I didn't have those happy thoughts that most moms have. I didn't want to hold him, I didn't even want him in the room with me at the hospital, I would feed him and then send him to the nursery. When it was time to leave I failed the emotional exit questionnaire at the hospital, so they kept me a few extra days and sent in a psychiatrist.  

During Judah's first few months of life I spent a lot of time in bed. I missed Judah's first smiles and a lot of newborn joys. I sobbed when I had to go back to work and I'm sure my sermons (and other ministry) was not great during that period. I convinced myself that all of this was because I was up in the middle of the night nursing and was sleep deprived. A year later Judah started sleeping though the night, but I couldn't change my pattern. It was still so hard to function. I was missing morning play time and fun days blowing bubbles outside and couldn't make myself change. 

I can't explain the darkness of this time adequately. I could tell I was a terrible mom, a terrible wife, a terrible pastor...but I couldn't do anything about it. I was aware that I was angry (with no reason) and sad (with no joy) and irrational, but I couldn't stop functioning that way. I knew I was letting down my child and my husband. As a pastor I felt like a fraud. That's what depression does to you, it's so isolating…and you push people away even though the thing you need the most is for them to come close. I felt crazy, but I couldn't explain why… I felt angry, but couldn't control it. I cried all the time, I struggled to preach, to work, to be a present mother and wife. Brett had Judah so much during that time. I struggle even now with the guilt of that. I mourn the time I lost with my little boy. I was aware enough to know I was being crazy, but I wasn't able to do anything about it. I would cry and Judah would pat my arm and say, "it's ok, mommy." A toddler shouldn't have to comfort his mother. I felt like a failure. 

Brett, my amazing spouse, through all of this, was never angry at me. I was convinced that in my depression, I would push him too far and he'd leave. But he assured me he would never leave, he told me he loved me, that I was beautiful, he gave me way more grace than I deserved. He finally said "I love you, please get help." So, when Judah was just over a year old I started back to counseling. I hated when she told me I was being irrational. I wanted to blame someone besides myself, but I knew deep down that I was the problem. Counseling was helping but not enough, so I went to the doctor and as I cried he told me I had postpartum depression and gave me meds. After a few months, I started to get better. 

After the medicine started working I shared with the congregation about my depression, talked about God's love and grace, and asked them to forgive me for trying to hide it from them (they knew). You wouldn't believe the number of people who came up to me and said, "thank you for sharing, it's good to know I'm not alone." A lot of women told me that they were never diagnosed but were convinced this had happened to them and they wished they had been able to articulate what was going on and get help. 

Soon after that sermon (which was January 2016) I got pregnant with Isaiah (March 2016). I was feeling better than I had in years, but had to stop taking the medicine. I was terrified of sinking back into the black hole that I'd just come out of. Hormones are a crazy thing, and during Isaiah's pregnancy something in my brain changed. The shift was for the good. When Isaiah was born I felt joyful and excited and couldn't wait to hold him. I was immediately aware of the stark difference between the births of my two boys (these pictures tell that story).

(My first picture with Judah)

(First picture with Isaiah)

There are things I missed with Judah that I was not even aware of. Isaiah will do something and I'll tell Brett "I don't remember Judah ever doing that," and he'll remind me gently that Judah did, but I missed it. I missed so much of Judah's early life lying on the couch watching TV, or sleeping, or just not being able to deal. I am painfully aware of how different it is this time. I mourn how much of my little boy's life I missed because of depression. And I'm working on grace for that, because I know there was something not right in my brain. I know depression isn't a choice. But I still mourn that time.

I know this has been long already, but bear with me. I don't want to just tell you my story, I want to talk about depression and the church as well. Why do you think I tried to hide my depression from the church? I can't tell you how many times (over the years) I have been told to pray harder or to just have faith. I can't tell you the number of people who told me that taking medicine for depression is shameful as a Christian.  

I want to be clear, the stigma that the church puts on depression is sinful. It's damaging. The church must stop further harming those who are already broken. Don't tell people you can pray it away. In some cases that maybe true, but in many cases it's not and people need tangible help. Depression is consuming and there is help out there (counseling, medicine, support groups), but the church has said if you need these things you don't have enough faith. And that's a lie...it's bullcrap! Church, we are losing people…and not just from church attendance, but from life itself, and it's because of the stigma we place on depression. Because depression, while in and of itself a terrible thing to deal with, can lead to self harm and suicide. And suicide is no asker of faith, it doesn't discriminate. It takes good, Godly people, who are depressed and don't get help. It takes people who are told to pray harder. It takes people who have been told depression is sinful and they are bad Christians.  

What are we doing church? Damning people when they need us the most? Shaming people for asking for help? Aren't we supposed to be a hospital for the sick and a refuge for the weary? Church, we are failing by expecting people to be able to deal with depression on their own. 

If you're still with me, thank you. 

If you're dealing with depression I want you to know you are not alone. You are not a failure. Getting help (counseling, medicine, etc.) is not a sin and does not demonstrate a lack of faith, in fact pray-it-away is dangerous theology. I want you to know that it's ok (and even necessary) to get help. I want you to know that if you have no one else to talk to, you can talk to me. I want you to know that you are valuable and loved. You know that phrase "trust God but lock your car"? This is kind of the same thing. Pray and rely on God for certain, but get the help you need. Whether it's medicine, a counselor, or something else. You are too important not to. 

And if you don't deal with depression, I guarantee that you have friends who do. Please don't let it go. Please don't tell them to get over it. Ask if they need help, don't ignore warning signs. I told a friend of mine recently, I'd rather be annoying and ask, then not ask and regret it. And if you don't know what depression is like, go on twitter and check out #thisisdepression. You'll get a stark and honest idea of what we deal with. 

Maternity Leave is NOT Vacation

Moments in life that are monumental: having a child

In January we welcomed our second baby, how has it already been two months!?

Isaiah David Spangler
Born: 9lbs 14 oz. and 21.5 inches long.
At two months: 13lbs 8 oz.
He is a BIG little guy, healthy and growing.

(Daddy meets Isaiah)

(Judah meets his baby brother)

(Mommy and Isaiah bonding in the hospital)

The first month of having a new baby is hard. It's full of blessings too, don't get me wrong, but it is HARD. And just like everyone told me, having two is not twice as much work as one...it's like 3 or 4 times as much work. But two months in we are settling into a fluid routine, at least he seems to know when it's night (finally). I think that's as good as it will get for the time being. I am reminded once again that maternity leave is NOT vacation...and yes, I did have several people tell me to have fun on my break. As if healing from major surgery while caring for an infant and a toddler can be classified as "a break" in any way.

(Our family of four)

There are days that just keeping myself and Isaiah alive are all I can do, and I give thanks for Brett who takes care of the rest. There are days when I am overwhelmed with frustration, days when I can't keep the cranky off my face, there are days when I wonder how I managed to keep up with my ministry with all that needs done, and now there are two kids! But there is also so much joy, daily reminders of why it's all worth it, moments full of fun, and looking forward to all that being a family of four will mean.

(Intrigued with each other)

Regarding having a newborn in the house...it's only been two and half years but I've forgotten so much! So I'm learning how to breastfeed again, and relearning that nursing is a choice I've made that is both very hard to do and very hard to stick with. I'm relearning how squirmy newborns are when changing diapers and changing clothes and getting baths, and that little boys pee on you as often as they can. I'm relearning how painfully tired you can be and still have duties to perform. I'm relearning that there are deep sorrowful moments where I think, "I can't do this!" And I'm also relearning that there are deep joyful moments where I can't believe I created this miracle.

(One month pictures)

There are brand new things too: like how sweet Judah is in a totally different way, and how my heart can split and grow in a way I never thought was possible (before Isaiah was born I often thought, "my God, how will I love this one as much?"). And this time I'm mourning moments as they go by, since Isaiah is our last one, and taking mental pictures to remember both the challenge and the joy of these early days.

(Daddy and Isaiah)

So, how is Judah dealing with all of this? Mostly like a champ. He LOVES his brother. When we got home from the hospital he was very disappointed that Isaiah would not be sharing his room. He talks to Isaiah all the time and occasionally will say, "Mommy, he's not talking to me" or "he won't look at me." He gives Isaiah hugs and kisses and brings him toys and other things he thinks his "brudder" will like. He is such a great helper and encourages us in the ways that we can help his baby (yes, HIS baby): "Mommy, I think Isaiah wants a drink from your tummy"..."Daddy, I think my baby needs a toy"...and he comforts Isaiah when he cries (like one day in the car), "Don't worry Isaiah, we'll be home soon."

(Judah "burping" Isaiah like mommy does)

We really haven't had any of that hatred-of-new-baby from him. The only thing that indicates that he notices how much Isaiah has disrupted how we functioned before is his dislike of me on occasion. There was a short time period in those first few weeks when Judah wouldn't have anything to do with me. He wouldn't let me hug him or kiss him or get him things. Why does no one tell you that when you bring home baby #2 that baby #1 will hate you? I sobbed to my parents and Brett and cried myself to sleep several times because of this. As he's gotten used to Isaiah being around and needing mommy though, that has gone away, he's my loving little boy again. And Brett and I try to share the time so that Judah never feels slighted by me, though this does mean that there are times when Isaiah has to wait a few minutes to eat or cries to daddy for a little while, but these are the challenges of having more than one child.

(Our happy little guy)

As might be expected, my emotions have been all over the place. And while I am not dealing with postpartum depression like I did with Judah (I'll talk about that in a later blog), it is still a daily choice to be calm and loving and rational because there are moments when I feel none of those. The reminder to hold on comes from places like when Brett lovingly reminds me how much joy we have - and he's right. I'm married to my best friend, I have two beautiful boys, we have a warm house and food to eat and a supportive family. The reminders also come from things like late night nursing sessions when I become aware of how much I am needed by my newest baby and from grocery store declarations of love from my two year old in the middle of the produce aisle.

(Two month pictures)

Through this, I am reminded once again what a blessing it is that I get to be a mother, not everyone has that ability/chance/opportunity. So even in the midst of sleepless nights, toddler tantrums, crazy emotions and chaos...I give thanks to God for this life and for the opportunity to be called "Mommy."

A Change of Plans

Status: 39 weeks, 2 days
Baby: Huge...probably over 10 pounds and growing daily

(This is what a very pregnant Shannon looks like - even Judah is surprised!) 

Well, here we are several days from the due date. We went to see the doctor on Friday and she told me, "we'd better take that baby."  Even though this baby is enormous, and maybe bigger than they think,  that kind of change of plans this late can really mess with your mind. I pretty much cried all day Friday.

The safest thing for both of us at this point is a C-section, which we have scheduled for tomorrow morning.  To say I'm anxious is an understatement. I know it's more and more common, I know a lot of women who have done childbirth this way, and I remember how physically traumatic my first delivery was (check out this post about it: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly)...but I'm still anxious.

A positive is that it is nice to be able to make plans...today for instance we're doing a last fun day with Judah, one last day as a family of three. From tomorrow on we'll be four.

Let me admit something, I'm excited to meet this little boy, but I'm mourning our little family of three. We know how things work, we've got a rhythm. I'm also freaking out about being able to love this new kid as much. I love Judah so much, what if I don't love this one as much? What if he's not as cool as Judah? What if Judah doesn't like him?

Just sharing some of my many anxieties with you...this is a short one, I just wanted to update you all on what's happening. We would appreciate your prayers tomorrow for safety for baby and for me.

(Our last day as three)

9 months and Merry Christmas!

Status: 36 weeks (9 months)
Baby: (According to my OB) large, 80th percentile

 (Baby Spangler #2 at 34 weeks)

I know I haven't blogged very much with this one, it's been a fairly normal pregnancy. In addition to that, when you have a two-year-old running around with you and a full time job, your time is not your own. I'm doing what I can!

I need to be real honest, when you're nine months pregnant it is hard to focus on or care about anything else. It's hard to care about the things that are going on in the world. It's hard to focus on your job. It's hard to care about what how your house looks. It's hard to care how about you look. 

(Very pregnant Momma and Judah cuddling)

And my gosh I'm so uncomfortable. But, as if I don't already feel enormous, everyone who sees me wants to remind me that I look like I'm about to pop (or asks me if there's more than one baby in there). Sigh...no I'm not about to pop, my due date is still 4 weeks away. But I am cranky and sore and big, so I really appreciate those comments. And I've hit that sweet spot where I'm so emotional that I cry constantly, when I'm sad or when I'm mad or when nothing in particular is happening. So, I'm a delightful ball of crazy right now. My apologies for those who have to deal with me.

For example, I woke up from a nap this week (because I'm nine months pregnant I need a nap in order to be able to function) and cried when my alarm went off. I called Brett and that amazing man gave me a three-minute motivation. I kept saying I can't… I can't…I can't...and he said, "Maybe not, but WE can." I've said it before and I'll say it again, I truly don't know how people without a supportive partner do it.

But enough complaining! I'm excited to meet this little guy and complete our family of four. Our little Judah is super excited about his baby brother too. He talks about him all the time, he's bought him gifts, and he's really thoughtful about what will happen when "my baby" comes (he has taken on the new baby as his own). Judah has chosen toys to share with him and foods he wants him to try. It's pretty adorable. I showed Judah the most recent sonogram and he said, "I can't wait to hug him and kiss him and share my raisins."

As far as Judah goes, he's doing well. He's two and half now and is such a funny, intelligent little guy. We feel truly blessed. There are so many funny stories I could share but let me just give you one example. We were changing clothes for bed and I left him in a diaper to get some jammies and he yelled, "Mommy, I found something on my body!" He seemed genuinely concerned. I looked where he was pointing and I said, "Well Judah that's your nipple. You have two. Everyone has nipples." He looked down at it and said in the saddest voice I've ever heard, "Oh....I don't WANT a nipple!" Too cute.

Well, we are looking forward to sharing our newest edition with you soon. In the meantime, Merry Christmas, friends!

(Judah, Christmas 2016)

It's a Boy! Again!

19 Weeks and 4 days (144 days left!)
Weight: Over half a pound (a big one just like Judah!)
Healthy and active! 

We are having another baby and we could not be more excited! The blog is up and running again so you can keep track along with me if you'd like for baby #2, which could also be called last baby (just to get a jump start on all of those delightful month-after-baby-comes questions: when are you going to have another?? We're not.)

Baby Spangler #2 is a boy! A little man for Judah to play with and brothers to grow together! We are so excited. I also am officially and forever outnumbered, three boys and mama.

Something I can't get enough of this time around is the term "advanced maternal age" which comes up A LOT! The high risk doctor (since I'm SO OLD I had to go), said it about twenty times in the appointment today. I get it bro, I'm old.

I have heard over and over again each pregnancy is different and how true it is! This time, after only six weeks that belly popped right out. Last time I was 4 months when I started showing. I've thrown up a whole lot less this time, which is a plus. Being pregnant with a toddler at home is exhausting though. Last time I could rest if I was tired, this time there is a two year old who wants to play or needs to eat. 

(Only 8 weeks!)

Naming a second baby is hard because you have to follow the same rules as the first one. In our case: Biblical first name, not too popular but not too weird. Second name that honors a loved one. We'll get there eventually, we've got time. Judah has given many good name suggestions, the best of which are Chewbacca, Goofy and Nana. The other ones are a little less acceptable like "baby" and "fall down" (because "I push him"). 

One of the things that we read was that when you have other children at home you should refer to the baby as "our baby" so that the other kids take ownership and feel like they are a part of what is happening. This has worked so well with Judah that he mostly refers to the baby as "my baby." Last night he said, "Mommy, how is my baby? Baby growing in your tummy?" And he talks about being able to play with him and show him the toys downstairs. This is good because Judah's initial response to having a baby brother or sister was "No, no, no thank you, no, no."

As you can probably guess we're both very excited and very terrified, and are anticipating baby #2 at the beginning of the new year. Keep connected here for more info as I grow! 

525,600 minutes of Judah

525,600 minutes...how do you measure, measure a year?

Our little Judah Mitchell (so longed-after, so prayed-for, such a gift) is one. How did this happen? How are we already here? How has life sped up so quickly that in the blink of an eye our once hope-dream is now a little boy?

And what an amazing little guy he is. Last week we had his 1 year well-baby visit. Judah is just at 21 lbs, he is almost 31" tall and he is in great health! He is talking more and walking and he laughs all the time (Pic. below is Judah and Daddy at his 1 year doctor visit)

He was taking steps last month but really starting rolling the week before his birthday. He's got the cutest little wobbly walk. He still chooses to crawl sometimes because it's faster and when he's tired his balance goes to crap.

He's picking up words quickly all of a sudden (he now has 7 words that we understand) and he also tries to imitate our phrases/emphasis. He babbles constantly (seriously...it's constant) and we are looking forward to when we can understand what he's trying to communicate. There are times when he will look us in the eye and say something and wait for a response. The other night he sat up from nursing, looked me full in the face and said "Momma, awoosh." Very matter-of-fact, and I had no idea what he meant. Poor little guy.

Something we discovered on his birthday is that he loves cards. We think he thinks they're little books, he keeps them all with his toys and will bring them to us to read. He'll spend time opening and closing them and looking at the pictures. He is learning how to draw/color...he's also learning that those bright things (crayons) aren't for eating...well he's not got that down yet.

Not everything is cute however, with a baby. For example, every night before bed our routine includes naked time in his room (he's naked not us). He loves the freedom and hides behind the rocking chair when it's time for a diaper. For us this is a daily game of roulette. A few times he's peed on a book or the carpet...no problem, pretty easy to clean. Well the other night he went over to the closet during naked time (he's back and forth between us and playing while we're reading to him so we didn't really think much of this). When he left the closet we saw that he had deposited a tidy little pile in there. The good news is that while his room is carpeted, the closet has wooden floors. So at least it didn't happen on the carpet! I guess this is the risk we take with naked time.

Well, what else can I say? He's an amazing little guy and we love watching him go through these stages of life. We have a one year old!

525,600 minutes...how do you measure, measure a year? Measure in love.

9 months and growing fast!

Man, apparently I'm not great at keeping up.

Judah is now 9 months old! It's crazy to think that he's already so old. Oh my goodness things are going by so quickly! At his 9 month appointment he weighed 18 lb 2 oz. He's in the normal range and healthy!

Judah is now standing on his own (usually when he is getting food from one of us), he's walking along behind his lion walker, he has definite sounds for specific things. He recognizes his name and turns when we call him. He waves at us, at the TV, at anyone and everyone in the mall, at himself in the mirror...he loves to wave. He can also point at us when we ask him, "Where's mommy?" or "Where's daddy?" He's such a smart and sweet little boy, we are so in love with him.

Since it's been so long I've got a lot of pictures, so I'll let them help me update.

This is at Christmas, he loved the tree and the pretty lights:

He is growing so quickly, he looks like a little boy in this picture and not a baby! Although I suppose he's shaped like a baby, look at the size of that noggin!

He loves different textures and sights. Here he is looking at the snow and feeling the cold window. He spent a lot of time looking at Nana and Papa's porch and licking this window. 

In January he discovered his tongue. He enjoys sticking it out, licking things, blowing raspberries and making weird sounds with it. Also, he now has three teeth (two on the bottom middle and one of his top front teeth).

Bath time remains one of his most favorite things ever. He giggles and laughs and splashes around as long as he's in there. He gets very upset when the water gets turned off and then when the water runs out. I'm pretty sure he would live in the bath if we let him. When we go into this bathroom he gets so excited that he dances because he knows it's bath time. 

Judah is such a dare devil and he's so busy. He's always learning and discovering and figuring out what else he can do. You can't leave him for 2 seconds or something like this happens (and yep, apparently I'm that mom who grabs the camera first and then saves the kid). 

One thing he hates is wearing a hat, and even though the weather has been seriously cold, he tries to get it off when we aren't looking. I found him like this the other day when I went to get him out of the car...apparently he's not quite mastered getting it all the way off his head. 

This month Judah turned 9 months old, we always try to get monthly pictures and while I usually don't post those on here, this one I couldn't resist. This may be one of my all time favorite Judah pictures. Brett captured this great moment where I am trying to get Judah to hold the flag so that we could see it and he was just not having it. He kept trying to escape and by the look on his face you would think I was torturing him! Oh man...this picture makes me laugh every time I look at it. 

 

We remain astounded that this precious little boy is ours. He is such a happy and delightful baby - I thank God every single day that I get to be his mommy. It is so much fun watching him learn and grow and become his own little person. 

Ever changing

We have a 6 month old! What? How did that happen? Judah weighs just over 17 pounds, which means he's doubled his birth weight, right on time.

Let me tell you, the amount of new things is crazy...maybe I'm not blogging enough? He's crawling, he can sit up on his own, he is pulling up on things, he is eating, he's talking constantly, he can hold his own bottle (kinda), he is climbing, and he has his first tooth - whew!

Now for the breakdown:

Crawling: He started army crawling a long time ago but right before Thanksgiving he actually got up on his hands and knees and crawled. It's so cute, he still working on it so he face plants quite a bit. But he's trying. This means he gets around even faster than before, it also means we've had to install the baby gates and the outlet covers. And that his poor little knees are taking a beating.

Sitting Up: This started a few weeks ago with this adorable side lean which made him look like he was chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool (Fresh Prince style). Then he starting "sitting" with his legs straight out and his upper body laying out across them. Then, and Brett saw this several times before Judah would show me, he sat up! He's pleased with himself too, he'll clasp his little hands and smile at us.

The thing about the sitting up though is that he's still not super stable and so sometimes he tips sideways or backwards. So confession: Judah likes to play peek-a-boo with towels. We were playing and he was sitting up but he laughed and fell backwards and bonked his head super hard. He started sobbing and I started sobbing and Brett came over and was holding us both and laughing. But seriously...I feel like crap because I keep dropping my kid on his head! (Remember the couch incident?) Ugh...I'm afraid this is only the beginning of injuries...although Brett assures me, this is life with a boy.

Pulling Up/Climbing: He will grab things and stand his legs up and then try to pull his body up. He got to the stairs last week and Brett and I watched as he pulled up on it, stood his legs up and then pulled forward and tried to pull his leg up onto the first stair. This kid won't listen to reason that he is much too young to be doing this stuff. He will pull up on anything that is taller than him so we have to keep watch because he's unstable and falls back too. But check this cute little guy out:

Eating: He's been interested in food for awhile, they (whoever "they" is) suggest starting foods at six months. His six month birthday was on Thanksgiving, which we thought was perfect. He's not so sure about eating yet, but we're working on it.

A few other things. Judah has this delightful assortment of baby toys: plastic rings, baby keys, a rubber elephant, a multitude of stuffed creatures, things that make noise, things that are brightly colored...so why is it that babies don't want to play with baby toys? You know what he wants to play with? Paper bags, hangers, chords, cell phones, remotes, my hair, the fireplace, the stairs, bowling balls, plastic bottles, paper, plastic bags, hoodie strings, etc. SIGH*

Also, our previously delightful sleeper has taken to acting as though we are torturing him when we put him to bed...this includes (but is not limited to) screaming himself hoarse, pleading with us in pathetic pouts, looking super cute, standing up in the crib, and throwing his paci out of the crib. The picture below happened when Brett was trying to put him to bed, what a cute little prisoner. He's exhausted but for whatever reason does not want to sleep right now. Naps are this way too. Within this he has taken up this super delightful (sarcasm) high pitched screech. Oh my goodness...it's only been a few days but I'm ready to be done with this phase.

All in all, we just remain delighted at this little person. He is such a blessing to us. We are looking forward to celebrating our first Christmas with him next week.

Merry Christmas to all of you!

Washcloth...my only friend

We now have a five month old, man the time is flying! Judah is growing and changing every day. He is getting bigger and he is engaging with us more and more. He gives us kisses now (with a lot of slobber as well), and is figuring out how to get around. He can't quite do the normal hands and knees crawl, but he can move across the floor with amazing speed. He is also teething, which means he doesn't always love life but still...he's such a pleasant little guy.

His new things is that he likes to be to chewing on something at all times. He really likes blankets: to chew on, to throw around, to put over his face. And it's especially while he's going to sleep...but we're not comfortable leaving a blanket in the crib with him. (Side note: he does wear a sleep sac/wearable blanket so he's not cold...also, why don't they make those things for adults!?Am I right?)

So anyway, he loves the blankets while he's getting to sleep, so what we've done is give him a washcloth for those purposes. He can chew on it, throw it around and put it over his face without the concern of suffocating under it.

Well last night I fed him and he was restless but it was bed time so as the doctor has suggested, we left him to self-sooth for a few minutes and he quieted down pretty quickly. Later, when we went up to bed, we checked on him and there he was...hugging washcloth like it was his only friend.

I've got to be honest, it was both the cutest and the saddest thing. He's just so adorable in their hugging his little washcloth, but it also made me feel like the worst parent ever. All he wanted was a little company and I left him in there alone with a washcloth. Argh...the heartbreak of parenthood.

This past few weeks Brett was in Vegas, so I got a lot of Mommy-Judah time. We've got such a sweet little guy, I truly thank God everyday for this blessing. Even when I'm tired, I can't help but be happy when I'm around this sweet little face.

4 month update

Oh my, sorry it's been so long since I have written, it's been a busy few weeks and Brett's been gone some.

A few weeks ago our family came by for Milo's dedication. Ash and Jennie came early with Milo, who is Judah's cousin and is 8 months old. They had such a fun time together, it's so fun to have boys that will be the same age through the years. They shared their toys, took some pictures together and got to know each other better. While they were here cousin Milo crawled for the first time! It was so great to have been able to experience that with the New's!
 

Judah is now four months old! My goodness, how fast life is going. He is 15lbs 7oz., about 50th percentile for his age, and he is 99th percentile of height! He's so tall he's already wearing 6-9 month sleepers although his waist is so small he can still wear newborn pants (although they're way too short).

He's just such a delightful baby, he really is so pleasant. He smiles and laughs all the time. He loves mommy and daddy and is responding well to both of us. He will look for us when he hears one of us talking (which is frustrating when Brett talks and he's nursing). He is trying new sounds, one of which is a high pitched screech (that's delightful :/), but it's fun. He's responding to us and talking to us all the time. He also likes the baby in the mirror, but sometimes he gets upset when he sees mommy holding that other baby.

Judah has started playing in the bath - kicking and punching at the water. He loves to watch it splash. He is so happy in the tub, he doesn't even mind it when we wash his face! Our Judah Bug also loves his new saucer play station (thanks Fields') and his jumper (thanks Kaiser's). He's learning and exploring all the time, he's able to grab stuff on purpose and with both hands. He is starting to enjoy having us read to him (he used to cry and cry when I would try).

A few not so great things:

I had the horrific experience of "my-baby-rolled-off-the-couch" this week. I can't begin to tell you how horrible I feel, oh man. I set him on the couch (which he had been doing well) to lay out his play mat and heard a thunk. I turned around and he was looking at me...so betrayed. Then he starting wailing - like WAILING. Well of course I started sobbing as well. I was convinced I had hurt him beyond repair. I called the doctor's emergency line and after a few questions they determined he was fine but I should keep an eye on him. He didn't even get a bump, but I felt like crap.

Our poor little Judah had his first cold this week too. He was so pathetic and sad, it was hard to watch him just be sick. His little nose was all stuffy. But we did all the things you're supposed to and he's better now.

Every day is something new and it's really delightful. We just love being parents.

Asleep...on his face

Before we get to the Judah update...let's get real. I've said it before and I'll say it again, being a mom is not easy. Last night/early this morning I had a major breakdown.

As you know, Judah has started rolling. Well this week he took it to a whole new level with the rolling. All he ever wants to do is roll, although it's pretty much only in one direction. Sometimes he likes it, but sometimes when he gets on his tummy he gets frustrated. For the last two nights he has started rolling in his sleep. He rolls to one side of the crib and starts screaming because he's stuck. So he's not getting much sleep and guess what? Neither am I.

Well, last night was particularly bad. He wouldn't go down, because he kept rolling over and when he was on his tummy he was mad. Brett and I took turns trying to calm him down enough to sleep before we went to bed. Then he only slept for short periods of time. I nursed him every 1.5 to 2 hours since that seemed to calm him down enough to sleep (he's been going for much longer periods of time at night). 

Well after I fed him once again at 5:30 he absolutely wouldn't be calm. He wasn't awake really, but he wouldn't stop rolling and when he was on his tummy he was mad. But he fought me when I tried to turn him over to his back.

Well, after trying to turn him with no luck I started pleading with him a little (as if pleading with a 3 month old can work)...and then I started crying...and then I started sobbing. At this point it's a little past 6am. I'm not sure if he was mad at not being able to roll or if he was responding to my tears, but he started crying and then he started screaming. At this point Brett heard him screaming and ran in to find me sobbing over the crib. He moved me out of the way to check on Judah and I fell to the ground in hysterics.

...True confessions of a tired mom, I was a mess. This mom stuff is hard. Thank God for Brett, he is such a blessing. He took the baby downstairs, made sure he was ok, and then came up to comfort me (I was still crying hysterically - the kind where you get hiccups and can't breathe - and going off about how I was a bad mom). Needless to say, I slept for several hours and woke up to a healthy and happy little baby. Sigh*

So...today we practiced at nap time with letting him flip over and stay asleep. He did alright and tonight he flipped over and we let him calm himself while keeping a close eye on him. I know everyone says once they can roll they are safe on their tummy but *seriously* how do you not freak out when your baby is sleeping on his face!?

Also, sometimes his sleeve gets caught while he is rolling, this is how we found him yesterday:

Besides the rolling, a few other updates: Judah can now hold things intentionally which is fun. He can play with his toys and he keeps getting a grasp of his feet and this is one of his new favorite positions:

 He also loves...and I mean LOVES being in the carrier with daddy. He will happily hang out for hours in that thing.

He is drooling like a champ, he talks constantly, he continues to love bath time and he loves to dance. He is still smiling and laughing all the time, in fact he has taken to pausing every few minutes while nursing to coo and laugh at me, this kid is a happy little guy! He is a gift!