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So Nathan and I are still sick. He was sent home from school yesterday with a fever and I took him to the pediatrician. No infections, just a nasty virus. Nathan is home today with Gary and my mom, but I'm back at work. I think I might have a sinus infection at this point but I'm going to try and fight it with lots of liquids, a good swim, and hopefully some more sleep. That last one is unlikely considering that Nathan is waking up and crying more at night because he's coughing so much.
Unfortunately, Nathan's cold progressed and this morning he was feeling worse. He had a fever most of today and was generally fussy and lethargic. We used the baby thermometer for the first time. He also didn't eat nearly as well as usual. His fever went away by the evening, but he went to sleep very easily. Poor little guy. I can't really blame daycare either since I was clearly sick with the same thing a couple days before he showed symptoms. At least he hadn't gotten sick at all until today, his 8 month birth day.
Nathan has finally caught my cold. There were times in the past when I thought he might have been sick, but this is the real thing. Coughing, sneezing, crusty nose - just like me :) At least it hasn't seemed to make him upset or put him in a worse mood than usual. Hopefully we will both get better over the weekend.


The last two days I've had a nasty cold. After going through several boxes of kleenex, I switched to using cloth diapers as handkerchiefs; they are much softer on the snoz.
Up until recently, Nathan had never been a good sleeper. He'd never slept through the night and usually nursed to sleep and was up every 2-3 hours at night. We'd only get him to nap while on walk or in the car. Sometimes it would take me over an hour of nursing and rocking to get him to sleep. It was really taking its toll on me.
So at three days ago, after a few really rough nights for me, we decided to "Ferberize" him and go with letting him cry it out. I was so worried it would be awful and traumatize him, but I have to say it has gone really well and I regret not doing it sooner. Of course we didn't just walk away and let him cry alone, we checked on him every few minutes, but did not pick him up. Also, we tried to make our pre-bed routine more strict. The first night he cried 50 minutes and slept 11 hours straight (my breasts were killing me). The second night he cried 30 minutes and slept 9 hours strait (I made sure to get up and pump some at about midnight), and tonight he fell asleep after 15 minutes of crying. His naps have gotten alot easier and his general disposition during the day is much less fussy than he used to be.
Hopefully things will continue to go well and I will be able to get back some of my lost sleep.

I got my hair cut yesterday. Only took off an inch or so along the bottom, but it had been over a year since I'd got it it cut. Not to worry, it doesn't look different at all. Even Gary didn't notice until I told him.
Okay, so yesterday was my 30th birthday, but I was more concerned about Nathan's amount of crying at daycare. Let me just say that becoming a mommy is much bigger deal than turning 30.
I was also struck by the fact that my birthday party Sunday will be on the same day as the LA triathlon. I did the LA tri a couple years ago on a different birthday and I think back on it fondly. I miss the good ole days when I would often workout for up to 2 hours after work and be able do these intense races every now and then. I was quite proud of myself for the accomplishment. Maybe I'll be able to do a few races again when the demands of motherhood have lessened ... in like ten years.

Nathan had his first day of daycare today. I was pretty anxious about it , but I did a good job of keeping busy and distracting myself today. He seemed to do okay. The preschool sends a sort of daily report card with how much he ate, slept and diapered. A very cool thing for us worried parents. It was nice to see that he'd pretty much done the same as when he was at home. They said he cried somewhat, but not the whole day. Of course when we went to pick him up at 4pm, he was crying pretty hard and stopped as soon as he saw me. At least at home now he does not seem at all traumatized, if anything he is less whinny than usual. Hopefully things will continue to go smoothly.

If you look closely, you can see four upper teeth that have broken through - Wow.
Today I went to a Bris for the newborn son of friends from temple. Although I know my son is quite large for his age (Gary says "well nurished"), I was still quite taken with how tiny a newborn is. Their son is about 5 pounds and Nathan is about 23 pounds. It is amazing how little babies start out, and how fast they grow.