Can Someone Please Tell Me...

Who the heck came up with sizing for baby clothes, and why can't they all be sized the same way? I think I kinda figured it out, but not completely... Cohen is not all that chubby, but he is tall and weighs more than most babies his age (he was in the 90th percentile for both at his well-baby check up)... He is now in 3-6 and 6 month clothing and he is barely 3 months old... I feel like I need a baby scale, just to know what size clothes to put him in! There were a lot of clothes that I didn't pull out of the storage box quick enough for him to wear more than once at the 3 month mark because I thought that 3 months was bigger than 0-3 months, like it was the age he should be to wear them, but i think they are pretty much the same size as the 0-3 month clothes... Gah... My baby is getting too big too fast!

A Belated Welcome to Mr. Cohen Robert

My long awaited son was born on November 27th at 4:16am, weighing in at 8 lbs. 12 oz. and 22 inches long, and in true new Mama fashion, I dumped blogging down to the last thing on my priority list... Cohen was 6 days overdue (not the start to a be habit I hope) and had given us about 5 false starts so I arrived at Kaiser Roseville to be induced with Pitocin at around 5 am on Thanksgiving day because my Doctor was going to be on duty at Labor and Delivery all day (Kaiser has whatever Dr. is on duty deliver you) and because we figured Cohen was going to be a "Little Turkey" anyway and somehow manage to make us miss dinner again... He took about 23 hours of labor to finally grace us with his presence due to being stuck in a "Sunny Side Up" position (head down, but faced up, hopefully a clue as to what his disposition will be) for a while... After some hallucinations from a janky narcotic, one very painful epidural (the only time I cried all day) and some "maneuvering" (entailing laying on my side with one leg up in a stirrup for about an hour and a half and then flipping over to the other side pretty quickly) Cohen decided it was time to play like Beethoven and roll over... When it can time to push, I got a new wind and was determined not to end up in the OR for a C-Section, so I got my game face on and my Mom, Mother-in-Law, and one of my Best Friends (the one with the stronger stomach :-P) banded around me and coached me through a couple hours of pushing... The first two weeks were (as I hear is the norm) tough to say the least... Day 6 led us back to the beginning (Kaiser Roseville) because Cohen decided to give us a scare by going limp and not eating or fussing for 7 hours... We were there for 3 days, the worst 3 days of my life (oh yes, way worse than Labor and Delivery) watching my son be poked, prodded, and weighed like livestock and trying to be patient while waiting for the results of his Lumbar Puncture, Urine, and Blood work all while trying to get my body to function properly again (lets just say I was stopped up in every possible way, ever had to self catheterize? Not something on my Bucket list to ever have to do again lol)... In the end, he perked back up from the fluids and antibiotics, but they never figured out what was ailing him in the first place (the first blood sample they took was contaminated, and the second one was taken after he had been on antibiotics for 3 or 4 hours) but none-the-less we went home exhausted, but healthier... We laid low for the rest of the month, but decided life is too short not to take chances and took off for LA the day after Christmas to spend a couple of weeks with my family... We came back last Tuesday and then I got the last minute chance to go back again on Friday with my two best friends (which we have done for the last 2 years together on MLK Jr. Weekend) and I jumped on it, taking the boy in tow only 3 days after getting back home... It may not have been the best idea for such a short turn-around, but I guess you live and learn... I celebrated my first birthday as a Mom yesterday and it was interesting not having the one day that is usually all about me go as planned,not because of Cohen at all, just a bunch of random miss-haps that all happened at once, but it was as hard on him as it was on me and we both melted down at various points in the day... I guess I am just breaking him in a little for life on the go with Mom... He is a trooper, but a baby can only handle so much... He'll be 2 months old in 7 days, I can believe how quickly this time has gone by... Today marks my first day on the job as a full-time mom as Toby goes back to work... Wish us luck!