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Mo - Thirteen months

I'm not officially doing monthly updates anymore, but here's a little look at what Mo is up to these days, for posterity's sake. She was 13 months on Valentine's Day, and she celebrated by bringing Valentine's cards with plastic bracelets to daycare. From her friends, she got a bunch of cards and treats, as well. 

She has sprouted a bunch more teeth. I think she's up to 10 now, though she doesn't let me peer into her mouth often, so it's hard to be sure. I do know she recently got her first two molars, one on top and one on bottom. She was a cranky drool machine a couple weeks ago, and I suspect that's why. We bought these teething pod things that have clove and other natural ingredients that apply with a q-tip. She loves the taste (they smell like tea) and they seem to help.

This is not a demonstration of her teeth, but rather her sometimes wild hair.

She went through a short phase where she was testing how much of a reaction a good screaming fit would get her. I think she learned quickly that it's not much. She would scream and cry, complete with snot and spittle, for no reason. But her mother is very stubborn, and I was able to ride out these fits with no problem. Mike was a little more delicate about the whole thing, but pretty quickly Mo figured out that hysteria was not the way to get attention.

Mo took her first official steps on January 25. Two very intentional, very clear steps. And over the next month she gained more and more confidence. A lot of people said that one days she'd just take off walking, but that's not her way. That may be true for some kids, but Mo was very deliberate about learning to walk, understanding the mechanics. I could actually see her processing what she was doing and learning from it. She'd take two steps, then five, then a couple days after she turned 13 months, she set a new record at 10. This past weekend we were at a hotel overnight with my whole family, a Christmas gift from my dad and stepmom. I think in order to try to keep up with the big kids, something clicked for Mo. She walked across the hotel room, at least 30 steps, and then she did it again and again. By the end of the weekend, we declared her a walker. She still crawls of course, but she actually chooses walking as a mode of transportation, not just when prompted. It's funny because my niece learned to walk on a family vacation a few years ago. I guess it's a thing.

She has a new favorite lovey. This time it's a little puppy she got from her great grandparents on her birthday. She still loves to sleep with it, and takes it with her when we let her. She's giddy whenever she sees Pup Warner (that's what we've named him)!

She now has three signs that she uses with fluency: all done, eat, and more. She's starting to figure out sleep, as well. She claps, she waves, she blows kisses, she plays peek a boo, and she does "so big!" That last one is interesting. It's not something we ever did with her, and one day recently I was like, that's the quintessential kid trick, I should teach her! I showed her about three times, and she had it down. It amazes me how quickly she can learn things now.

We had some friends over recently, and they have a 20 month old. She and Mo played together. That doesn't sound like anything great, but it was the first time I reallys aw Mo play interactively. She parallel played for a long time, as is normal for that age. But with this girl, she was chasing and laughing and interacting. Playing. I suppose she does that at daycare a lot now, but since I don't often get to see her with other kids, it was amazing to watch.

Earlier this month I left Mo for two nights in a row, the longest I've ever been away. It meant there was a whole day, from morning to night, that I didn't see her. I've been with her for at least a part of every day her whole life, so that seemed huge to me. She was fine of course, in very capable hands. The first night I was gone, we FaceTimed, and it was kind of awful. At first, she was thrilled to see me - laughing, babbling, giving kisses, reaching for the phone. But then she realized she couldn't actually get to me, and she immediately began to cry. It was heartbreaking because there was nothing I could do but hang up and let Mike comfort her. We did not do FaceTime again.

I say it all the time, but Mo is such a joy. She is so damn good, so happy and easy-going and joyful. I love spending time with her, and I love having her in my life. Thanks for being the best Momo Doan!


Will we have another?

That's the question we get asked a lot now that Mo is a year old. And the answer is simple: Yes. If we are lucky enough to do so, then yes, we'd like a second.

The more difficult question, and the one we ask ourselves all the time is: When? That answer is much more complicated.

When Mo was born, well right after she was born it was too overwhelming to even contemplate doing that craziness again! But after awhile we started to talk about it, and we thought the ideal scenario would be for me to get pregnant around Mo's second birthday, so January 2015. But it's not that simple for a lot of reasons.

1. Complications

It wasn't exactly easy to get pregnant the first time. It took a year and some minor interventions (Clomid for ovulation) to get pregnant, and then it was ectopic. It took another round of Clomid to get pregnant again, which fortunately resulted in a beautiful, healthy pregnancy, birth and baby. There is just no guarantee I'll get pregnant again, and in fact there is reason to believe I may not, or at least that it will not be easy. I always try to remember to use the dislaimer "IF we have a second child..."

2. Cost

Daycare is killer, man. We just cannot figure it out. It is our second largest monthly expense after our mortgage. A second child would essentially double that, making it our largest monthly expense by a long shot. I've been hoping and waiting for a miracle that would allow us to afford child care for two children, and it just isn't happening. 

One major thing did happen which could lead to a miracle: Mike's mom is hoping to retire later this year. She has offered to watch Mo twice a week. This is an unbelievable blessing. I know many people that have help from their family, and I've always been outrageously jealous. And now here it is. I've hesitated to say anything or to make any plans in that direction because we have had a few promising possibilities before that have fallen through disasterously. But it's at the point now where I need to start considering what this might look like.

Here's the thing. Our current daycare does not offer part-time pricing. It's the same weekly rate no matter how much you bring your kid, so that would do nothing so save us money. We need to find something else. I've been asking everyone I know, again (remember I did this over a year ago when we were searching for Mo), and it still blows my mind that nobody I know can give me a recommendation. Everyone suggests a daycare center, which we cannot afford (part-time rates are more than what we pay for full-time care), or they suggest the state child care database, which is great but incredibly overwhelming. So far I've gotten one recommendation for an in-home provider, and that person has no openings. How do I not know ANYBODY that uses daycare in this area?!?!

Anyway, my hope is to find a place to send Mo three days a week that will save us enough money to make it even remotely possible to rearrange our budget to allow for child care for another baby.

The other part of this is that we need to cut costs in other ways, so if you have any suggestions, please let me know. Here's what we have so far:

1. Try to pay off our car loan within a year to free up that amount by the time a baby is born. Pray that neither vehicle needs to be replaced before Mo starts kindergarten (and therefore frees up the amount spent on her child care)!

2. Switch to a low cost, no contract mobile provider as soon as our Verizon contract is up. We'll be sacrificing some quality in coverage, but we spend a ridiculous amount right now.

3. Find Mike a higher paying job. I already made an important career move last year, so it's his turn. We really need for him to make more money, but the job search has lead to nothing but dead ends and disappointments. We're no longer relying on this to happen, but it sure would be nice.

We already pay as little as possible on student loans, and we can't do much about our mortgage. We've worked with a financial coach to get on a realistic budget, and we're not big spenders to begin with. But I'm open to any other suggestions that have worked for you to cut costs!

3. Timing

I'm ready now. If you took away the complications and the cost concerns and the fear (see #4), and you told me I'd have a wonderful pregnancy and birth and baby, I'm ready now. I'm trying really hard to be responsible, to get our ducks in a row first, to consider all the possible outcomes, but part of me wants to forget all that and just go for it. I have major baby fever. Watching so many people around me get pregnant and have babies is really making want another. If I were to get pregnant now, Mo would be almost 2 when she became a big sister, and I think that's perfect. 

But my heart and her age are not the only things to consider, so we are waiting to even try.

4. Fear

I'm scared. Not of having two children, although I know that won't be easy. I'm scared of all the things that can go wrong. My best friend lost her baby in a very complicated and devestating way when she was less than 24 weeks pregnant. Another person I know lost her child after just a month due to the baby's heartbreaking health complications. So many of my friends have had miscarriages or pregnancy complications. I, myself, had an ectopic pregnancy.

I read a blog recently about someone who discovered at birth that her daughter had Down syndrome, and although it all turned out wonderfully, the way she wrote about how much it rocked her world filled me with fear.

It seems like I'm surrounded by stories of all the things that can go wrong, and I often think that I have my miracle, I have my blessing. I've already been unbelievably lucky once, how can I possibly expect to be so again? How can I even think about taking that risk? Shouldn't I just leave well enough alone? 

I really am full of fear about this. Sometimes I lay awake at night, consumed by these thoughts, wondering if I should even think about tempting fate for the selfish desire to have another baby.


So yes, we want a second child. But it's so much more complicated than that.

Isn't she going to (hopefully someday) make a great big sister?


Can't stop reflecting

I have three friends that had babies in early to mid January of this year. And if I wasn't already reflecting enough on where I was a year ago, those births sure amped it up. I'm obsessed with knowing how they're doing, knowing if it is for them what it was like for me in those newborn days. I try to keep my distance and not overwhelm them with questions because I know how difficult the early days can be, but I eat up any glimpse they give me into their lives.

A few times a week I look back at the journal we kept last year. Most of it from the early months is a log of feedings and naps, but it fills my head and heart with so many memories. I look at photos we took in the month following Mo's birth, and she is so tiny and I look wrecked, and my god that was an emotionally trying and amazing time.

Becoming a mom has been one of the most profound experiences of my life. Surviving the newborn phase challenged me (and us) in ways I didn't expect, and we created a bond as a family that I believe will last for a lifetime and will, hopefully, get us through any challenges we might face. 

This last year ticked by much faster than I was ready for, but watching Mo grow and change and learn, and knowing she is MINE and I get to keep watching her grow and change and learn hurts my heart in the best way.

I know how lucky I am to have her. I know not everyone gets the child(ren) they want, and not everyone gets a healthy child, and not everyone gets to enjoy their kids without struggling through impossible situations. I'm sure I can't fully appreciate what I have without experiencing some of those things, but I try to focus on my fortunes every day.

My baby. My word, how did I get so lucky?


Mornings are hard!

Mike and I work slightly different schedules. Different enough that it plays in our favor as far as daycare drop off and pick up. He is up and out of the house before Mo and I wake up, so I get her ready and drop her off before I go to work. Mike then gets done before me, so he picks her up. In theory, with this arrangement, she would be in daycare from 8:00 to 3:30 instead of something like 7:30 to 5:30. It doesn't always work quite like that - in fact, Mike doesn't usually leave work when I wish he would, and Mo is usually at daycare until 4 or 4:30. And sometimes he leaves so late that I beat him there, but that's another complaint for another post.

Mo hanging out in her reading nook. Check out that drool!

This post is about how difficult mornings are. Before she was born, when we talked about this arrangement, it all made logical sense. But in practice, it is HARD! I have to do every morning by myself, and even though it has been almost a year of this, I haven't found a good rhythm. 

I'm one!

Lately Mo has been waking up before I'm ready, so we nurse and then loiter in bed until I gather the energy to haul both of us up and drag us down the hall to the bathroom. Mo is good about entertaining herself (usually be tearing apart toilet paper or finding small random objects on the ground to ingest) while I get myself ready. That part isn't so hard even though I'm still god awful tired at that point.

Mo in a basket. A "Mo"ses basket? 

Then we go downstairs and it becomes more difficult, especially since this ridiculously cold and snowy winter has set in. Every morning I juggle how to get her dressed, get some breakfast, make coffee, get all our bags and other accoutrement out to the car, keep her from crawling up or down any stairs, keep her from getting pissed when I sneak out to start the car so it's not an ice box when I put her in, get both of us bundled up, carry her out, strap her in, and somehow not forget anything. 

Love her mad face.

It shouldn't be so hard, but by the time I climb into the driver's seat, I usually let out a big sigh and say something like, "Girl, we need a better system." Then I still have to drive to daycare, bring her in, unbundle her, chat with the caretakers, give her lots of kisses, and drive 20 minutes (or more depending on traffic and weather) before I get to work. I feel like I've lived a whole day before I even sit down at my desk.

Elmer Fudd.

I'd really love to have Mike there with me in the morning to help juggle it all. There has been a morning or two when he has gone in late, and just that little bit of support in the getting-ready process makes a huge difference.

Mike does what he can to make my mornings smoother. He usually prepares the milk we send with her in the evening so I don't have to do it in the morning. He will help me put together a lunch the night before. I always pick out her clothes and try to arrange things, like her coat and hat, so they are easy to grab. But my mornings are still stressful, and it's not a good way to start the day. 

Unfortunately Mike doesn't have the option to go in to work later, even though he often stays well beyond an 8 hour day. At his job, early mornings are key. And I can't get up early with him because a) ew, way too early, and b) daycare doesn't open until 7:30 anyway. Otherwise we'd try to adjust our system a little. 

My beautiful baby girl.

So, what? What can I do to not start every day feeling harried and hurried? Working parents with young children, what are your mornings like? I know I have some readers out there with twins or more than one child - dear god, how do YOU do it?


She's a model, you know what I mean, and she shakes her little tush on the catwalk

I don't remember when, but at some point recently I mentioned that Mo was called in for a photo shoot, and I promised a few more details about that. I wanted to wait to see if they'd indeed use her photos, and over the weekend we found out they did!

So here's the story. 

Mo is adorable, that much is pretty obvious. But she's also incredibly adaptable, even-keeled, and easy-going. Many people had been telling us, "She should be a baby model!" I'm sure all parents get that line, and for a long time I wrote it off because um, baby modeling. But then I thought, well, it's not just that she's cute, she really would do well in a room full of strangers and bright lights and she'd probably even have fun, and don't baby models get paid? Couldn't we put that in her college fund?

So I did about 30 minutes of Googling and found a local agency whose "application" process was simply to send in some photos and info (like age, size, etc.). I printed some photos, wrote out the info, and sent them in. I got a form letter back saying they'd keep her photos on file, and that was it. I figured that was basically the end, and that was fine.

Then about a month and a half later, out of the blue, I got a call from the agency. They said Meijer, a megastore that is much classier than WalMart but not as stylish as Target, and which was founded in our city but has expanded well beyond our state, wanted her for a photo shoot. We were told they always book two children of each age in case one doesn't cooperate. She gets paid regardless, but would be paid slightly more if she was selected.

I had to drive her an hour away to a giant studio (or series of studios in a giant warehouse of sorts), and we waited patiently while some younger babies were being photographed.

She checked out some fashion mags while we waited.

Then they brought me an outfit to put on her, and we walked out to meet the photographer and the...talent handler? I'm not sure, some lady whose job it was to get Mo positioned correctly and smile and all that. 

From the beginning I said if Mo isn't into it, I would not make her do something she didn't want to do just to put money in the college fund. I'd take my cues from her. 

Well, she did amazing. She made friends with the handler right away, and didn't even care that I was sitting nearby but not holding her. The idea was for her to be crawling away from the camera so it could capture the decal on her tush, but to look slightly back over her shoulder. Tricky! All the younger babies got just sit there! But she nailed it.

In total, she was in front of the camera about 10 minutes, then we looked at some of the shots with the photographer. And someone I'm calling the Creative Director commented, "Wow, she's really great. She's totally comfortable. Has she done this a lot?" Nope, first time!

We brought Kitty to keep her company.

To be fair, I saw her "competition" and she was adorable too. But she was chunkier with dark hair, so it probably just came down to what look they were going for.

We had to wait until this past weekend to find out if they'd use her photos, and even though it really didn't matter because she got paid either way, I was pretty excited when my mom called me to say, "Mosey is in the ad!"


And yes, we went straight to Meijer and bought that outfit.

Really though, I honestly think the biggest accomplishment is how well she took to this experience. I was a painfully shy child. PAINFULLY SHY! My mom tells me that if someone even looked at me funny, I would get upset. I continued to be shy all through my childhood and it was awful. I really hoped my offspring would not inherit that trait because it is such an unnecessary torture. 

To watch my child do so well with strangers, to know she trusted me enough to leave her in the hands of others while I sat nearby, and to see her light up rather than shut down in this situation, was a beautiful thing.

She hasn't gotten any other calls, and maybe she never will. That's fine. But if she does and we can work it out, I'd take her again. And if the calls keep coming, we'll keep making decisions based on her cues.

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