Monthly Archives: October 2010

I broke Murphy’s Law…

I hate to get all sappy and lovey dovey on here because realistically, nothing is as good as it seems on paper…er…the internet, but bear with me. You know that saying “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong?” They call it Murphy’s Law. In my family, we call it Meadows’ Law, because it seems like everything goes wrong when we have our hopes up that they will go right. I don’t know if I’m grouped in with the ‘normal’ people when you always think of the things you want, but in the back of your mind you say “There’s no way I’ll ever experience that in my lifetime, even though I want it more than anything else in this world!” It’s that silly Murphy’s Law that has you thinking that way. At least that’s how I always thought about the two things I wanted most in life…a solid relationship…and a family of my own.

When I met Jeremy, I was sure our interesting conversations would dwindle and our relationship would run its course and then we’d either end up hating each other or just grow apart and move on with life. Surprisingly, our conversations are still interesting to this day and we still get along rather well. We aren’t always full of interesting things to say, but I just enjoy his company. He makes me laugh all the time. He’s the most stubborn smartass I know, so that’s probably why I enjoy him so much. We butt heads on a lot of things, but I’m usually laughing or shaking my head at the things we talk about.

When I found out I was pregnant over a year ago, I was sure something would go wrong with my pregnancy and I wouldn’t get to experience the joys of becoming a mother. It was something I always wanted and so of course, Meadows’ Law, was a constant fear in the back of my mind. I never slept on my tummy, even at 5 weeks, for fear that I would squash the baby. I’m crazy! I never had caffeine…I bought a heartbeat monitor so I could always hear the baby’s heartbeat. There were a few scares when I couldn’t find the heartbeat and I thought something had gone wrong. Even up until an hour before Oliver was born, I was still going crazy about the silly M.L. There was a point during labor that they lost Oliver’s heartbeat and the nurse started to get concerned and she even called in another nurse to try to help her find the heartbeat. I was dying…I just knew it. “Thank you for letting me go through my entire pregnancy only to take him away during the last hour.” I’m sure writing this blog will make people think I’m crazy, but this is seriously how I think sometimes. To my relief, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy!

I still think about stuff like that to this day, but I’ve grown to be thankful for what I’ve been given in my life so far. Murphy’s Law is just a negative way of viewing life and I’d like to just toss those thoughts out of my head. Everyone deserves happiness and yes, things will go wrong every once in a while, but not all the time. I’m so happy with where I am right now and I want to just pause life for a while because it seems like it’s going by way too fast.

Sporting some 3D glasses

Jeremy turning Oliver into a giggle monster with the 3D glasses.

Seasonal Depression, etc.


I don’t know what my problem is, but it’s about this time every year that I get hit with a little bit of depression. I claim my favorite season of all is fall, yet I always have this little bit of anxiety right before all the holidays arrive. It could have to do with the sun setting around 5:30pm or the fact that the skies will be painted gray for the next several months. I’m a sunshine kind of person…I love natural lighting. Jeremy gets a little annoyed with me because I always open our family room blinds in the morning causing the house to heat up. I can’t help it! I love the natural light.

This year I think it’s hitting me a little harder because I let an entire summer go by without really getting out and exercising. I gained A LOT of weight while I was pregnant with Oliver. I was so fat and jolly the entire 9+ months that I didn’t realize that it would be hard to find the time and energy to exercise after Oliver arrived. I’ve made up so many excuses, but I realize now that it’s time to really start eating better. I want to be able to keep up with my little man when he starts crawling and running around. I’ve started dieting a little bit with some of friends who have also had babies in the past several months. It’s hard though, especially since it’s starting to get cold outside.

I really appreciate Jeremy and how he makes me feel beautiful even when I’m definitely not looking my best. He deserves to have a happy and healthy woman by his side. I’m going to use that as my motivation to lose this weight. Wish me luck…lol.

This little guy will surely make winter a little brighter…

I love those chunky little legs!

Little man feeling Mommy’s seasonal depression, lol.

Life lessons.

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.” – Neil Gaiman

I want to teach you everything that is worth knowing as you navigate your way through life.

 

Early Bedtime.

Oliver has taken several naps today, which is very unlike him. He’s let us put him in his swing and doze off into Dreamland. I’ve been struggling with trying to get him to go to bed earlier. His normal bedtime is 2am…way tooooo late for a baby, I know. He sleeps like a champ though…8-10 hours. I just can’t seem to get motivated to do anything. I can’t get motivated to wake him up earlier because I sleep in with him and I get plenty of rest that way. I can’t get motivated to put him in his crib at night. It seems like ever since we got home from the hospital he refuses to sleep anywhere other than his Cradle&Sway swing. I know I’m to blame for this because I love having him in my bedroom so I can hear and see him if anything were to happen. I’ve seriously got to get over it and let him cry it out. I’m not very comfortable with the cry-it-out method. According to both of our parents, Jeremy and I were quite a handful when we were babies. I had Colic and he was just stubborn and would cry for hours. As I am learning, payback can be quite a b*tch. Yikes!

This week, however, I’m going to gain back control of our house. I need to get up earlier with Oliver and make sure he starts going to bed earlier. These late nights are kind of exhausting and I think he’s cranky because we don’t have a routine he can rely on yet. I need to do this because when we go to Pennsylvania I don’t want to be up at 2am pacing around the cabin with an exhausted 6 month old. There is also the benefit of having some alone time with Jeremy!

I re-edited some pictures tonight.

Happy 5 Months Baby Boy!

I cannot begin to explain the joy and excitement (and a lot of exhaustion) these last 5 months have brought to my life. You didn’t think you could possibly love anything more than your family and then you start your own and it’s a completely different kind of love. Oliver and Jeremy are my world and I really can’t imagine my life any other way. It’s been a rough adjustment, some jealously towards others who get to sleep whenever they are tired, but I love my life.

Happy 5 months Ollie Bear!

On another note…

This was our beautiful tree just last week…

And this is our once beautiful tree today…

 

 

Exactly one month from today!

Going on almost 3 years now, there is one thing I look forward to every year…Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania with Jeremy and his family! My first trip up was so much fun. I know his family must think I’m crazy, because all we do is lay around in sweat pants, eat, watch TV, play card games, and eat some more. Yet, for some reason, I love it. Every worry, stress, deadline, or exam ceases to exist the moment you arrive. I’ve never met a family as warm and inviting as Jeremy’s. The very first time I went up, everyone treated me so kindly that I couldn’t wait to come back the following year. I view his family as my family now and I love that Oliver will have that same excitement as I do every year.

There is this one tradition that Jeremy’s family does every year. We all get in a circle around the kitchen table, right after all the food is done cooking, and we all say what we are thankful for that year. Jeremy warned me the first year about how emotional it can get. I don’t think a single person can go without shedding at least a tear or two. I can’t even begin to imagine how emotional I will be this year because of Oliver and how grateful I am for the support both of our families have shown us. I almost hope Jeremy and I won’t make it up in time for the thanks because I don’t know if I could even get through the first few minutes. Ever since having Oliver, I’ve become an emotional nutcase. I could just say how happy I am to have him in my life and that would trigger the waterworks. And then that lump, that damn lump in my throat…I hate it… The more I try to control my emotions the tighter it gets. Grr.

To make a long story short, I will just say I’m counting down the days! Starting today, it is exactly one month away. Oh, and it will be Oliver’s first time out of West Virginia. I’m crossing my fingers he does okay on the way up!

My first trip up…boy I was I skinny! =/ Ha.

From my second trip up…Nan took me everywhere to take pictures!

13.5 Weeks Pregnant.

And here is that little man I was carrying around for 9+ months!

 

Our house.

We are currently renting our house from Jeremy’s brother, Josh, who moved to Maryland for business. It’s the perfect house for us…fenced in backyard, quiet neighborhood, and a new family across the street who just so happens to have a cop in the mix. It’s nice to have a house across the street from you with a police car parked outside a good bit of the day. Especially, since Jeremy sometimes works late nights. I guess it gives me a sense of security, which is nice.

Anyway, last night Jeremy and I were bored and couldn’t find anything good to watch on TV, so we decided to rearrange our living room. We’ve had it the same way for almost 5 months now and it was starting to feel a little ‘blah.’ I feel horrible for Jeremy because I had to hold Oliver or else he’d start to cry during the whole process. I think we switched everything around at least 10 times. He had to move the dresser with the TV on it from wall to wall, then back again. We ended up picking the first setup we tried, haha! At least he got what he wanted and I actually like it a lot better! It feels more like home. It’s funny how rearranging a room can make you feel like you have a new house. Our walls are seriously lacking in the decoration department. We need some curtains as well, but I guess when we are out we forget about it.

Our TV used to be where the small couch is now.

Our big couch used to be up against the window.

We are going to get something to cover up the nice little wire running across the floor.

Our open floor plan kitchen.

Babies don’t come with instruction manuals.

Before becoming a parent on May 26, 2010, I didn’t have a lot of experience dealing with babies. I would occasionally hold a baby or two, but I never baby-sat a newborn or looked after one for an extended period of time. In fact, a few hours after holding Oliver for the first time and after everyone had gone home to let Jeremy and I settle into the reality of becoming parents, I was clueless and scared out of my mind. I remember very vividly calling my mom, panicked. “I don’t know how to burp him! I’m afraid I’m not holding him right…I’m too embarrassed to ask a nurse, Mom.” I didn’t think they’d let me leave the hospital with him if I asked them such simple questions like how to burp a baby or hold them the right way. I was so overjoyed during the whole 9 months of pregnancy that I didn’t even think about not knowing how to do the simple things.

The first few days with Oliver were pretty rough. Actually, hours after leaving the hospital we realized they somehow forgot to take off Oliver’s security bracelet. You know the bracelet…the one that puts the hospital into lockdown if you leave with a baby that has one on. Well, somehow we made it all the way home before they called us and asked us if we could come back. We told them the next morning we could.  Jeremy and I hardly got any sleep. We would drive around in the middle of the night in hopes of calming Oliver down during the ride. When we took Oliver in the next morning to get his bracelet removed, we actually asked the nurses “Is it normal for babies to cry this much?! Is there something wrong with him because when we were here he hardly cried?” Looking back on it, I think it’s quite funny. Jeremy and I would get into these insane arguments over the silliest things. We were sleep deprived…maybe we were beyond just sleep deprived. On top of having a newborn, we moved into our very own place when Oliver was just a week old. I think we pushed ourselves a little too hard in the beginning.

Before I hardly knew how to put on a diaper without Oliver peeing up the backside of his onesie, but now I’m pretty darn good at it. I know his cries and which one means tired, angry, hungry, etc. Nothing can fully prepare you for parenthood. I enjoy watching him grow into his own. His personality becomes more and more evident every day. He’s just like his Dad. That’s a phrase I’ll probably repeat several times. I still freak out about little things, but those little things used to be catastrophic in the beginning. My biggest obstacle right now is that darn crib. He refuses to sleep in it and I need to find the patience to let him cry it out.

Oliver in his Johnny Jump Up…3 days shy of turning 5 months old!

Halloween…

Halloween is just around the corner, which means costumes…costumes…and more costumes! Oh yeah, and of course all the scary movies one could possibly watch in one evening. However, in the Jacobs household Jeremy is pretty much the only one who likes to watch such movies. I get freaked out after watching scary movies. I have to check every closet and under every bed to make sure there isn’t a psycho hiding somewhere. Crazy, I know.

I wasn’t really big on the idea of buying Oliver a costume. I know a lot of new mommies love looking around for the perfect outfit for their little one, but for some reason, going out and buying an outfit he’ll only be wearing for one night seemed kind of crazy to me. Somehow I lucked out! My grandfather’s wife, Betty, loves going to yard sales. This year she stumbled across a duck outfit that was Oliver’s size. I put it on him yesterday and took him outside for some photos. I think he was too freaked out by the costume that he never really smiled. That’s just like him though….Mr. Serious…too busy taking in the world around him to pay attention to me and smile for the camera. I’ve grown to love that about him. He finds patterns very interesting. He studies his toys as he plays with them in his hands. He’s just like his Daddy and I love that.

 

 

The story of us…

As my first blog entry, I will tell you a short story about how Jeremy and I came to be. Most of you already know that Jeremy and I met while working together. On May 19, 2008 I started working at Tri-Data, Inc. The previous week, I had gone on several different interviews and never got a call back. When I went into my interview for Tri-Data, Mgr. Josh Jacobs interviewed me and informed me that, if I got the job, I would be working night shift with 3 other men. The thought of being the only girl on a 4pm-12am job kind of frightened me, but I didn’t let that get in the way of having a good interview. I was desperate to find a full-time job!

A few hours later, I got the call. I had the job! I would be starting May 19, 2008. Josh also informed me that I would be working with his younger brother, Jeremy. However, their family was going on a cruise for the first week of my new job, so I would meet him when he got back. The job went well and I caught on quickly over the next week. I enjoyed not having to work with customers! Old Navy was a great job, but it wore me out. I enjoyed sitting at my desk…listening to music…just scanning medical documents all day.

On May 27, 2008, Jeremy walked into Tri-Data, Inc. with a nice tan and big smile. He casually said ‘hello’ to me as he walked to the back of the office. Over the next few weeks, we started to talk and enjoyed each other’s company. At midnight, we’d change into workout clothes and walk around Hurricane. It was always cool outside and mostly quiet with very little traffic. Jeremy and I would walk for miles…and miles…and miles while talking and having great conversations. On July 4, we finally made our relationship official.

Fast forward 2 fortune cookies later…

Surprise! We have a baby boy named Oliver Alexander. He entered this world 1 day shy of the 2 year mark when I first met Jeremy. Kind of crazy, huh? Three weeks before we found out we were expecting a little one, Jeremy and I both went out to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. When it came time to open our fortunes, we were both kind of surprised to find that they were very similar. “Happy news is headed your way” “Good news is on its way”…we took that as a sign from Oliver. Ha 😉

The purpose of this blog is just to write about the joys and hardships of being a first time parent. What it’s like on a daily basis with a little 5 month old. I’m sure the road ahead is bumpy, but hopefully I’ll learn a few things along the way.