2 years and 6 months

Here's to trying to get back onto the blog wagon.
The boys were at the nurse practitioner the other day for their 2 year/ 6 month checkups. Silas got shots, Trent didn't. Silas didn't really feel the first one, but the 2nd made him cry...
Here's some stats:

2 years old

Trent
Weight: 34 lbs
Head Circumference: 52 cm (20 in)
Height: 92 cm (36 inches / 3 feet)

Trent falls into the following percentiles:  
Length = between percentile 75 and 90
Weight = above percentile 95
Head Circumference = between percentile 95 and 90


Silas
Weight: 21 lbs
Height: 69 cm (27 inches / 2.26 feet)

6 months old!

Head Circumference: 45 cm (17 inches)

Silas falls into the following percentiles:  
Length = between percentile 50 and 75
Weight = in percentile 90
Head Circumference = in percentile 25

Where does the time go?

Silas is now 5 months old, and Trent has turned 2. I've had almost NO time to blog. Trent will not allow me to use the computer during the day. He has to climb up in my lap and abuse the keyboard, and we can't have that, so the computer stays away during the day. And at night, I am usually getting in some of my TV shows, since I am not allowed to watch my choice of TV during the day either.
Silas is awesome, cute as a button, happy as a clam. Seems to be following in his brothers footsteps when it comes to sleeping, as in, I can't just put him down and have him close his eyes and go to la la land. He needs a little help. Knock on wood though, he is somewhat easier to put down than Trent. And so far, he hasn't done that thing where he wakes up in the middle of the night for a three-hour playtime.

He doesn't nap during the day the way that Trent did, because I don't have the time to work at it like I did for Trent.  But then, he sleeps really well through the night, better I think, than Trent did. Knock on wood.

As for Trent, he is doing really good these days. After Silas was born, he regressed bigtime. His sleeping was for sh!t, really bad. And, its just recently started to get better. I read once that most kids get their sh!t together by the time they turn 2 years old. Trent did not get his sh!t together by 2. However, he is getting better. He is sleeping for much longer stretches more and more often.
So things are good there.

Beauteus Maximus

Sleeping Handsome

Loving brothers (most of the time)

Second Birthday

I am going to try and update this more, but no promises!


Trent is 2y, 1m, 1d old; Silas is 5m, 1w, 5d old

Please come out on your own kiddo

I really don't want another c-section, and this time, for far more basic reasons than before. While I do really really really want to experience a natural childbirth, even more than that, I really really really don't want to be gutted like a fish again.
Being cut open hurts.
A lot.
For at least a week.
I won't be able to pick up Trent, or probably even to hold him, really, because I will be in mah-jah pain, even with whatever drugs they send me home with. I want the introduction of Silas to be as easy as possible, and I don't think that going from nursing him to sleep every night to not nursing him for a long time because I can't lie on my side any more has any chance of not being traumatic for him.
Tonight Rich is putting him down without me.
I am downstairs with the headphones in so that I don't hear the crying. He isn't letting him cry it out or anything, he is with him, and jiggling him down, I think, or laying with him and rubbing his back, but I still hate to hear him cry...
Any way, if this kid doesn't make an appearance on his own, my section is scheduled for December 29. I hate that his birthday is being chosen for him, it really blows. It seems so unnatural. But I guess it has to be done. If I have to be gutted like a fish, I need to have it done before my Mom goes home to LA. Bummer. Major bummer. Trent was only 4 days over, so hopefully Silas won't go more than 4 days over. Fingers crossed.
I almost started to cry in the waiting room of the pre-op office this morning, reading about how I can't eat or drink anything for 12 hours before my surgery is scheduled. Its scheduled for noon. How in the world am I supposed to not eat or drink anything in the morning? I am going to be dry heaving all over the place. When I am super hungry in the morning, I just puke. Its not fun. And its winter now, its dry, with the artificial heat, and in the mornings, I am deleriously thirsty! OK, so I can have some water, but not past 8am. Oh joy.
If you'll indulge a brief moment of whining... I don't WANT a section and all the shit that comes with it!
So, please Silas, lets get this show on the road, and get you out of my belly, K? I promise that I will give you cookies and chocolate and all the toys you could possibly want*. I already have you hooked up with a stellar older brother, he's gonna be awesome.
K? Anytime now.


 
Trent is 1 y, 7m, 1w, 1d old; Grape Jelly is 39w along