Today, Daegan walked up to his training potty, got down on his knees in front of it and started fake puking into it.
I cannot decide if that is funny or sad?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Miss me?
There will be a longer post later- things are chaotic here right now.
My HG got out of control on Monday, and I lost 10 pounds!!! Joe took me to the hospital, where I have been up until a few hours ago (three days, two nights). Things are still sucky, but I told them I would rather be home and puking than there and puking...
Hope your week is going better!!
My HG got out of control on Monday, and I lost 10 pounds!!! Joe took me to the hospital, where I have been up until a few hours ago (three days, two nights). Things are still sucky, but I told them I would rather be home and puking than there and puking...
Hope your week is going better!!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Good Dreams
I had the most WONDERFUL dream last night...
In my dream, I woke up gently on a sunny, calm and cool Saturday morning. Laying in bed, totally relaxed and at peace, I felt the urge to push. I reached down to see why, and felt the crown of Logan's head! So, without pain or stress, while laying in my bed, I gave a few pushes and he came right out- bright eyed and ready to greet the world! I gently wrapped him in my robe (which was laying beside the bed), tied his cord, lifted him up to the breast and snuggled him until the sun was high into the sky. No pain, no fuss, no stress. Just pure birth. It was glorious.
In my dream, I woke up gently on a sunny, calm and cool Saturday morning. Laying in bed, totally relaxed and at peace, I felt the urge to push. I reached down to see why, and felt the crown of Logan's head! So, without pain or stress, while laying in my bed, I gave a few pushes and he came right out- bright eyed and ready to greet the world! I gently wrapped him in my robe (which was laying beside the bed), tied his cord, lifted him up to the breast and snuggled him until the sun was high into the sky. No pain, no fuss, no stress. Just pure birth. It was glorious.
Friday, April 24, 2009
A Little Fun at GMC
Back story first...
So, we had an eventful Thursday night. The long and short of it is that we were having some pretty bad pain, so we went to the hospital just to be safe, and discovered that we are 1 cm dilated, 50% effaced, soft and the baby is at +1/+2 station... (why the heck do I say we? I mean, it is my cervix, not our cervix, but heck- it just seems so darn inclusive!)
That means labor could be hours away, days away, weeks away, who knows? What it really means, though, at this point, is that I don't have to be in bed anymore waiting. I can resume life. This is super-cool news.
Soooo, Joe and I went to the mall today to walk around and get out of the house for a while.
The fun part...
So, I walked into GMC and started looking around. The sales lady asked if she could help me...
"Um, yeah, actually. You see, over the last few months I seem to have put on a TON of weight in my abdominal area, and would love to know if you have a supplement or something that could help me get my figure back."
She looked confused, smiled, looked confused again, and then stuttered...
"Um, um... yeah. We do..."
I almost burst trying to keep a straight face.
She walked out from behind the counter, revealing that she was pretty far along herself!!
I could not restrain any longer. I started laughing. She, looking relieved, started laughing too.
After some idle chitchat about due dates and what not, our lives separated again...
Man, I have ALWAYS wanted to pull that joke! Fun stuff.
So, we had an eventful Thursday night. The long and short of it is that we were having some pretty bad pain, so we went to the hospital just to be safe, and discovered that we are 1 cm dilated, 50% effaced, soft and the baby is at +1/+2 station... (why the heck do I say we? I mean, it is my cervix, not our cervix, but heck- it just seems so darn inclusive!)
That means labor could be hours away, days away, weeks away, who knows? What it really means, though, at this point, is that I don't have to be in bed anymore waiting. I can resume life. This is super-cool news.
Soooo, Joe and I went to the mall today to walk around and get out of the house for a while.
The fun part...
So, I walked into GMC and started looking around. The sales lady asked if she could help me...
"Um, yeah, actually. You see, over the last few months I seem to have put on a TON of weight in my abdominal area, and would love to know if you have a supplement or something that could help me get my figure back."
She looked confused, smiled, looked confused again, and then stuttered...
"Um, um... yeah. We do..."
I almost burst trying to keep a straight face.
She walked out from behind the counter, revealing that she was pretty far along herself!!
I could not restrain any longer. I started laughing. She, looking relieved, started laughing too.
After some idle chitchat about due dates and what not, our lives separated again...
Man, I have ALWAYS wanted to pull that joke! Fun stuff.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Room to Grow
The boys' rooms are complete! Here are some pics- the first ones are of the nursery (minus the mobile, which is on its way in the mail), and the second set are of Daegan's room. Obviously, he loves his room, so it shows the distress of being the beloved hangout of toddlerhood... :P
Enjoy!
http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r52/klsavell/Daegan%20and%20Logans%20Bedrooms/?albumview=slideshow
Enjoy!
http://s141.photobucket.com/albums/r52/klsavell/Daegan%20and%20Logans%20Bedrooms/?albumview=slideshow
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
He Said 10 Days
This week has been really tough, emotionally.
In a quick summary, on Monday my nurse called and told me that she and my OB had been talking and they both decided that if I wanted one more 17P shot after this Saturday's (to take me from 36.5/37 to 37.5/38 weeks) I could have it. They said there is no medical advice either way, neither of them had an opinion on it and that it is totally up to me.
I was totally torn. I felt like I held Logan's life in that decision. I wanted to have the shot because I want to give him the best shot at life that I can possibly give him- intellectually, developmentally, etc. That means more womb time. Besides, I know in my heart that despite my choices, he will be born when he is born- that is God's decision, and all the medicine in the world won't prevent it.
On the other hand, I did not want to have the shot. I have been surrounded by news of stillbirths lately, and quite frankly it has really, really frightened me. What used to feel like a never-in-a-million-years situation has now become a real possibility in my mind. The womb, once a sacred place of security and life, now seems like a choking hazard- with Logan literally inches away from access, but completely out of reach. I feel powerless to prevent him from being injured in there. A real part of me wants him out of there ASAP so that I can protect him.
It felt like a gamble either way... so I labored over the decision until yesterday afternoon, when I had my OB appointment. I figured it would be best to talk to my doc before making any kind of decisions.
I was stunned to hear what I heard from him- I was not ready to hear it...
Basically, he told me that the nurse was wrong. They are not offering another shot. On top of that, they want me to stop taking the terbutaline (which is actively preventing labor) in ten days. They are not going to stop labor at this point- the risks of taking the terb no longer outweigh the risks of prematurity, as he said.
I was so shocked. Here I am, with weeks till birth in my mind, and he throws out a number in DAYS. That is a tough thing to adjust to, with so much left to do (car emissions testing, installing the car seat, washing the preemie clothes, etc.)
Wow.
So, as of today there are 9 days left. He could come at any time before then, of course, and after then he is highly likely to come. However, he could still last till his due date- as I said, only God knows what time and day we will get to meet our son.
So, be prepared. It looks like this is the end- it is all downhill from here. I am so excited, but still just need prayers that he will be ok, healthy, and ready to come home with us without too much intervention.
We are 35 weeks tomorrow.
In a quick summary, on Monday my nurse called and told me that she and my OB had been talking and they both decided that if I wanted one more 17P shot after this Saturday's (to take me from 36.5/37 to 37.5/38 weeks) I could have it. They said there is no medical advice either way, neither of them had an opinion on it and that it is totally up to me.
I was totally torn. I felt like I held Logan's life in that decision. I wanted to have the shot because I want to give him the best shot at life that I can possibly give him- intellectually, developmentally, etc. That means more womb time. Besides, I know in my heart that despite my choices, he will be born when he is born- that is God's decision, and all the medicine in the world won't prevent it.
On the other hand, I did not want to have the shot. I have been surrounded by news of stillbirths lately, and quite frankly it has really, really frightened me. What used to feel like a never-in-a-million-years situation has now become a real possibility in my mind. The womb, once a sacred place of security and life, now seems like a choking hazard- with Logan literally inches away from access, but completely out of reach. I feel powerless to prevent him from being injured in there. A real part of me wants him out of there ASAP so that I can protect him.
It felt like a gamble either way... so I labored over the decision until yesterday afternoon, when I had my OB appointment. I figured it would be best to talk to my doc before making any kind of decisions.
I was stunned to hear what I heard from him- I was not ready to hear it...
Basically, he told me that the nurse was wrong. They are not offering another shot. On top of that, they want me to stop taking the terbutaline (which is actively preventing labor) in ten days. They are not going to stop labor at this point- the risks of taking the terb no longer outweigh the risks of prematurity, as he said.
I was so shocked. Here I am, with weeks till birth in my mind, and he throws out a number in DAYS. That is a tough thing to adjust to, with so much left to do (car emissions testing, installing the car seat, washing the preemie clothes, etc.)
Wow.
So, as of today there are 9 days left. He could come at any time before then, of course, and after then he is highly likely to come. However, he could still last till his due date- as I said, only God knows what time and day we will get to meet our son.
So, be prepared. It looks like this is the end- it is all downhill from here. I am so excited, but still just need prayers that he will be ok, healthy, and ready to come home with us without too much intervention.
We are 35 weeks tomorrow.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Daegan's First Day of School
Daegan started preschool today! :)
He would not sit still for pictures, so I have a ton of blurry ones and ones of the back of his head- he was so excited!! The only way to get anything recognizable (besides sedating him, of course) was to use the flash (I hate flash).
He made a new friend right away- her name was Bella! As is the case with all toddlers, once they knew each other's names they were inseperable.
This is his teacher, Ms. Tracy. She seemed really, really nice!
Oh, dropping him off was so bittersweet! I hope the little guy has fun today!
He would not sit still for pictures, so I have a ton of blurry ones and ones of the back of his head- he was so excited!! The only way to get anything recognizable (besides sedating him, of course) was to use the flash (I hate flash).
He made a new friend right away- her name was Bella! As is the case with all toddlers, once they knew each other's names they were inseperable.
This is his teacher, Ms. Tracy. She seemed really, really nice!
Oh, dropping him off was so bittersweet! I hope the little guy has fun today!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Bringin' Sexy Back
Oh, yeah! My man is bringin' sexy BACK!
He was offered a position with a local university to be an adjunct Calculus professor.
It won't fit into our schedule, but how cool is that?!? He did not even seek it out- the offer came to him!
Nerds are sexy-cool, baby!
He was offered a position with a local university to be an adjunct Calculus professor.
It won't fit into our schedule, but how cool is that?!? He did not even seek it out- the offer came to him!
Nerds are sexy-cool, baby!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Nurse Sara
I just wanted to document this for Logan's baby book. Although I am ordering hard copies, I know that some of you will be interested in seeing these.
(Unfortunantly, the pics are all taken with a VERY frustrating camera, so I have to just deal with the grain, the blur and the flash. It is a Nikon Coolpix, so you would think it would rock, but I guess in my heart I am just a Canon loyalist!)
This is Nurse Sara. She comes every Saturday morning to give me a Progesterone shot in the butt. You would think that butt shots are not much fun, but we always end up laughing and joking around. Of course, what makes her really awesome is that she lets Daegan help. Here he is getting his blood pressure taken.
And here he is helping to take my blood pressure.
Listening to Logan... (I just love the look on his face. We have been doing this for about 18 weeks now, and every week it is like the first time- he is amazed!)
Of course, he has to do it, too!!
Finally, the big event- the butt shot. Daegan is appropriately placed to censor this photo.
Hope you all enjoyed! Home nurse visits are not scary at all- in fact, I just might miss seeing these fun ladies once a week!!
(Unfortunantly, the pics are all taken with a VERY frustrating camera, so I have to just deal with the grain, the blur and the flash. It is a Nikon Coolpix, so you would think it would rock, but I guess in my heart I am just a Canon loyalist!)
This is Nurse Sara. She comes every Saturday morning to give me a Progesterone shot in the butt. You would think that butt shots are not much fun, but we always end up laughing and joking around. Of course, what makes her really awesome is that she lets Daegan help. Here he is getting his blood pressure taken.
And here he is helping to take my blood pressure.
Listening to Logan... (I just love the look on his face. We have been doing this for about 18 weeks now, and every week it is like the first time- he is amazed!)
Of course, he has to do it, too!!
Finally, the big event- the butt shot. Daegan is appropriately placed to censor this photo.
Hope you all enjoyed! Home nurse visits are not scary at all- in fact, I just might miss seeing these fun ladies once a week!!
Well, that's interesting...
Joe was holding Daegan this morning, when suddenly Daegan started shouting.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Hiiiii Grandpa!!!"
Joe and I looked at each other, confused.
"Baby, Grandpa isn't here."
"Yeah. Grandpa there!!!" (he points).
"Where is Grandpa, baby?"
"In the door, in the door! Hiiiiii Grandpa!!" (waves enthusiastically.)
"Grandpa! No go!" (Runs to the front door).
"Daaaaaaaddy! Open Door! Open Door!"
Joe goes over and opens the front door.
Daegan frowns, "Grandpa bye bye. Bye bye Grandpa."
Joe and I looked at each other again.
Well, that is interesting. Hm.
*** ETA UPDATE
Ok, so before naptime, D was playing in his room by himself for about half an hour. We heard strings of laughter coming from the room, so neither Joe nor I were worried about him.
At naptime, he came into the room with us and cuddled up (he puts himself down right around the same time every day).
I asked him, "Baby, were you having fun in your room?"
"Yeah."
"What was so funny?"
"Grampa funny. Funny Grandpa!!"
***
Daegan and Logan are so lucky- they have four sets of grandparents!!! How amazing is it to be blessed with so many people who love you? Really, most people only get two, and these boys have seven! <3<3
"Grandpa! Grandpa! Hiiiii Grandpa!!!"
Joe and I looked at each other, confused.
"Baby, Grandpa isn't here."
"Yeah. Grandpa there!!!" (he points).
"Where is Grandpa, baby?"
"In the door, in the door! Hiiiiii Grandpa!!" (waves enthusiastically.)
"Grandpa! No go!" (Runs to the front door).
"Daaaaaaaddy! Open Door! Open Door!"
Joe goes over and opens the front door.
Daegan frowns, "Grandpa bye bye. Bye bye Grandpa."
Joe and I looked at each other again.
Well, that is interesting. Hm.
*** ETA UPDATE
Ok, so before naptime, D was playing in his room by himself for about half an hour. We heard strings of laughter coming from the room, so neither Joe nor I were worried about him.
At naptime, he came into the room with us and cuddled up (he puts himself down right around the same time every day).
I asked him, "Baby, were you having fun in your room?"
"Yeah."
"What was so funny?"
"Grampa funny. Funny Grandpa!!"
***
Daegan and Logan are so lucky- they have four sets of grandparents!!! How amazing is it to be blessed with so many people who love you? Really, most people only get two, and these boys have seven! <3<3
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sneaky Chef
Oh, please tell me she reads this blog (I know she doesn't.) It is too bad- I could make her a millionaire with this idea.
Her idea about hiding veggies in food is awesome, but requires more prep work than I am willing to put into it...
So, she needs to come out with frozen or canned toddler foods, for the lazy or busy among us.
Just saying.
Her idea about hiding veggies in food is awesome, but requires more prep work than I am willing to put into it...
So, she needs to come out with frozen or canned toddler foods, for the lazy or busy among us.
Just saying.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
It hurts so good!
Daegan begs for another pea. Rolling my eyes, I comply. He takes his sweet, toddler time picking out the dehydrated pea with the most wasabi caked onto it. He pops it into his mouth. He starts crying and curls up on my lap until that sudden rush stops.
Before the tears have a chance to dry, he turns to me and says, "More, mommy! More Pea!"
And over and over it goes, with him crying each time.
How many things in our adult lives are like that?
Binge drinking gives hangovers, but people still indulge- they even get excited to do it!
Coffee is definitely an acquired taste- we may love it now, but do you remember your first cup?
Do you have that friend who calls and you answer, knowing you will be peeved for the rest of the day about something they said?
How about how jalapenos go SO WELL with chicken nuggets, but how it always ends with your head in a toilet?
So many examples.
As Daegan sobs for the fifth time, clinging on to me through the burn, I can't help but feel a little sad for him- his whole life will be filled with wasabi peas, and I won't be there each time to hug him through the burn.
What are your wasabi peas?
Before the tears have a chance to dry, he turns to me and says, "More, mommy! More Pea!"
And over and over it goes, with him crying each time.
How many things in our adult lives are like that?
Binge drinking gives hangovers, but people still indulge- they even get excited to do it!
Coffee is definitely an acquired taste- we may love it now, but do you remember your first cup?
Do you have that friend who calls and you answer, knowing you will be peeved for the rest of the day about something they said?
How about how jalapenos go SO WELL with chicken nuggets, but how it always ends with your head in a toilet?
So many examples.
As Daegan sobs for the fifth time, clinging on to me through the burn, I can't help but feel a little sad for him- his whole life will be filled with wasabi peas, and I won't be there each time to hug him through the burn.
What are your wasabi peas?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Little Helper
It is so cool having an older child. He can run my errands for me!
"Daegan, go get mommy's water bottle from the bedroom, please!"
"Daegan, go get a diaper and then lie down. You stink."
"Daegan, your movie is over. Go turn off the TV."
What a cool kid. Seriously. This is the life!
Now if only he would obey every command, like:
"Daegan, get that crayon out of your nose/ear/mouth/diaper!"
"Daegan, the dog is not a horse! Get down!"
"Daegan, stop asking mama to draw butts!"
"Daegan, go get mommy's water bottle from the bedroom, please!"
"Daegan, go get a diaper and then lie down. You stink."
"Daegan, your movie is over. Go turn off the TV."
What a cool kid. Seriously. This is the life!
Now if only he would obey every command, like:
"Daegan, get that crayon out of your nose/ear/mouth/diaper!"
"Daegan, the dog is not a horse! Get down!"
"Daegan, stop asking mama to draw butts!"
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Parental Surprises!
I am totally surprised at myself.
I just went into D's room to discover that he had colored in green and brown crayon all over the windowsill.
The surprise? I am not mad. It seems to fit. He loves coloring, and it is like he is adding his own little creative touches to the room. Huh.
Maybe I will wait a while before painting over it! ;)
I just went into D's room to discover that he had colored in green and brown crayon all over the windowsill.
The surprise? I am not mad. It seems to fit. He loves coloring, and it is like he is adding his own little creative touches to the room. Huh.
Maybe I will wait a while before painting over it! ;)
Hmmm...
Things have been a little out of control lately. Yesterday, I was contracting about every 8 minutes. They friggin' hurt. Seriously. It hurt so badly, my whole body was shaking from the pain. So, I took some terb to stop them, and they got closer! Every four minutes!! Only for a few contrax, though, then they stopped-ish. By ish, I mean I still had them, but half an hour apart or so, which is nothing. I asked Joe to stay home yesterday, though, in case we had to go to the hospital.
Now, today, they are at 12 minutes apart. Ugh. I told Joe to go to work, that I would call them if they got closer than 8 minutes. As long as my water doesn't break, we should be ok. Looks like I have a lot of layin' around doing nothing on my agenda.
Three more weeks before we just let this kiddo come...
Again, though, ultimately, it is not up to me, the doctors or the medicine. His birthday is determined by God alone, and if that day comes no one will be able to stop it. Just keep praying that he is healthy, no matter when he comes.
BTW, I had a dream that I saw him. He looked like Daegan, only a little different. Totally a cute, little guy. Of course, that was the same dream that I was trying to find a fast food joint that would sell me a burrito with apple pie filling and marijuana in it, with green enchilada sauce on top...
Now, today, they are at 12 minutes apart. Ugh. I told Joe to go to work, that I would call them if they got closer than 8 minutes. As long as my water doesn't break, we should be ok. Looks like I have a lot of layin' around doing nothing on my agenda.
Three more weeks before we just let this kiddo come...
Again, though, ultimately, it is not up to me, the doctors or the medicine. His birthday is determined by God alone, and if that day comes no one will be able to stop it. Just keep praying that he is healthy, no matter when he comes.
BTW, I had a dream that I saw him. He looked like Daegan, only a little different. Totally a cute, little guy. Of course, that was the same dream that I was trying to find a fast food joint that would sell me a burrito with apple pie filling and marijuana in it, with green enchilada sauce on top...
Monday, April 13, 2009
Babble Babble
Daegan has gotten into the habit of yelling at his toys. Really going off on them.
The funny thing is, he does not yell in words- he has this made up language that he screams at them in...
It makes him sound like an angry aborigine!
Really, all he needs is a spear and a loincloth.
The funny thing is, he does not yell in words- he has this made up language that he screams at them in...
It makes him sound like an angry aborigine!
Really, all he needs is a spear and a loincloth.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter!!!
Wow. Just wow. Easter is the most beautiful holiday of all the holidays- love, resurrection, life.
Jesus, the son of God, came to Earth to teach us how to love one another. Our lives are but a breath compared to him, so insignificant. His caring for us is like a human taking interest in the individual motivations and well-being of the ants in their front yard. And yet, he is reliably there whenever I call on him. I am so insignificant- I am not a world leader, I am not Mother Theresa, yet he cares. He is patient. He listens. He offers exactly the guidance I need and only when I really need it. My life is like a garden, and he painstakingly tends to it, pruning the unnecessary or damaging branches.
He came to Earth to teach us how to love as his Father loved, something we seem to be completely incapable of doing. He walked among the least of us because he cared. His life was an amazing testament and example to how life should be lived. Have you ever seen a more compassionate person? Have you ever known a better role model?
To ensure that we would be able to live with him, he suffered a full week of torture. Torture. Yes, it was common in those times to have prisoners tortured, but did that lessen the severity of the heartbreak and physical pain? He died for our sins, but not quickly. He suffered for our sins.
That is intense. Just trying to understand what he really went through for us, for the ants in his yard, baffles me and humbles me.
Then he rested for a few days before returning. Before resurrecting. Think about it- he went through all that and still loved us enough to come back and continue spreading his message of love and peace! He did all that so that he could reach out to us when we still our minds and open our hearts. He did that so that we could try to understand, try to experience, the depth of what real, boundless, unconditional love really feels like.
We all know the story of Easter (I think), but when you really try to grasp it- to grasp the real significance of it, the real effort, the real pain behind it, it is almost unfathomable that he would do that for me. For you. For that jerk who cut me off in traffic this morning. For the murderer, for the adulterer, and (of course) for the innocent and incorruptible children.
I am so glad that this is a holiday- because the significance of this act, of his whole life, is so huge that we cannot lose the meaning of it behind all the fun egg hunts and chocolate bunnies.
Not that I think that eggs and bunnies should be removed from Easter.
It is my dearest hope that Easter Sunday finds you among those you love- friends, family- and that it re-inspires you and refills your faith, for this whole story, the whole thing is about Love.
Take a few moments today, if you have them, and invite Jesus to really let you feel his love for you for just a moment. It only takes a half a second of feeling the real intensity of his love for us to completely change our lives. Set aside the dogma, the theology, the politics, everything else, and just invite the feeling. You won't be disappointed.
And remember- he came to teach us that above all else, we must LOVE one another.
And he departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him. For He departed, and behold, He is here.
~St Augustine
The O&A Saves the Day!
Oh yeah, baby! I got applauded by all the people in line at Target on Thursday, with several variations of "Wow! That was the BEST mommy move EVER!"
Backstory:
My mom, Daegan and I were standing in line at Target. We were checking out, and D discovered the row of impulse-buy toys beside the register . He picked out some cars, and I explained to him that he has those exact same cars at home.
He refused to put them back. A conversation begins between my mother and I as I am trying to gently parent my child- typical mom/grandma convo: she wanted to just buy the cars, avoid a tantrum, and I was trying to explain to her that because the tantrum had already begun, he would learn that it is an effective way to get what he wants. Oh, what it must have looked like to the people behind us!!!
Eventually, sensing the discord between the adults, D throws himself backward into a ground-pounding, screaming tantrum.
Within exactly half a second, I whipped him off the ground into my O&A on my back.
Silence.
Crisis averted.
Tantrum stopped dead in its tracks.
Applause broke out, with some cheering!
Then the mamas behind me started gushing to me, each speaking over the other!
They exclaimed how that was the best mommy move they have ever seen!
The carrier was the coolest tool I could ever own!
And of course how amazing it was that there was neither a tantrum nor a buying of toys!
I left the store grinning... It is so affirming to see babywearing impress people like that, you know?
Oh, and of course, I was a just a little happy to have received such gratuitous compliments from strangers...
Backstory:
My mom, Daegan and I were standing in line at Target. We were checking out, and D discovered the row of impulse-buy toys beside the register . He picked out some cars, and I explained to him that he has those exact same cars at home.
He refused to put them back. A conversation begins between my mother and I as I am trying to gently parent my child- typical mom/grandma convo: she wanted to just buy the cars, avoid a tantrum, and I was trying to explain to her that because the tantrum had already begun, he would learn that it is an effective way to get what he wants. Oh, what it must have looked like to the people behind us!!!
Eventually, sensing the discord between the adults, D throws himself backward into a ground-pounding, screaming tantrum.
Within exactly half a second, I whipped him off the ground into my O&A on my back.
Silence.
Crisis averted.
Tantrum stopped dead in its tracks.
Applause broke out, with some cheering!
Then the mamas behind me started gushing to me, each speaking over the other!
They exclaimed how that was the best mommy move they have ever seen!
The carrier was the coolest tool I could ever own!
And of course how amazing it was that there was neither a tantrum nor a buying of toys!
I left the store grinning... It is so affirming to see babywearing impress people like that, you know?
Oh, and of course, I was a just a little happy to have received such gratuitous compliments from strangers...
Friday, April 10, 2009
4 Pounds
Ok, so I finally heard back from the OB.
I am measuring a week behind, which I think is weird because I know exactly when he was conceived, down to the hour. When they originally dated me based on an ultrasound, they told me I was one week behind at that point and despite my protests about the conception date, my due date was determined from there. I figured that I know exactly when Joe and I, well, ahem you know... but I don't know the exact day that the actual implantation happened so one week means only a few days different, no problem.
However, now they are saying I am another week behind in growth. At this point, they are not changing the due date. The nurse reassured me that he looked completely healthy, had plenty of fluid and everything. She said that it does not really matter +/- one week because babies are considered term from 37 to 42 weeks. That a five week margin of error. Unless all these weeks add up to five I should be fine. There were not any other indicators of problems at this point.
I am a little worried, though... because there may be a five-week margin of error between 37 and 42 weeks, but there is only one week of error between 36 and 37 weeks to decide if he is preterm. Since I am having issues with preterm labor, that is on the front of my mind. If he comes at 35 weeks, like Daegan did, will he only be as mature as a 34 week baby? Does size dictate maturity?
I guess in the end, there is no reason to worry about it. He will come when he comes. Period. At some point, there is nothing I can do to stop labor. Crossing my legs won't keep him in. All we can do is pray that when he comes he is ready to be outside the womb, that God gives us a healthy baby.
Four more weeks until term. He weighed 3 lbs 12 oz on Tuesday and should be gaining a half a pound a week, so my guess is that he is about 4 lbs now.
Please help me pray for his health, regardless of gestation time, because in the end that is what matters- that he is healthy. That he does not spend any time in the NICU. That he does not suffer many of the issues pretermers have, and that he is born healthy enough to not be an increased SIDS risk. Prayers are our best and only precaution right now, and there is always strength in numbers.
I am measuring a week behind, which I think is weird because I know exactly when he was conceived, down to the hour. When they originally dated me based on an ultrasound, they told me I was one week behind at that point and despite my protests about the conception date, my due date was determined from there. I figured that I know exactly when Joe and I, well, ahem you know... but I don't know the exact day that the actual implantation happened so one week means only a few days different, no problem.
However, now they are saying I am another week behind in growth. At this point, they are not changing the due date. The nurse reassured me that he looked completely healthy, had plenty of fluid and everything. She said that it does not really matter +/- one week because babies are considered term from 37 to 42 weeks. That a five week margin of error. Unless all these weeks add up to five I should be fine. There were not any other indicators of problems at this point.
I am a little worried, though... because there may be a five-week margin of error between 37 and 42 weeks, but there is only one week of error between 36 and 37 weeks to decide if he is preterm. Since I am having issues with preterm labor, that is on the front of my mind. If he comes at 35 weeks, like Daegan did, will he only be as mature as a 34 week baby? Does size dictate maturity?
I guess in the end, there is no reason to worry about it. He will come when he comes. Period. At some point, there is nothing I can do to stop labor. Crossing my legs won't keep him in. All we can do is pray that when he comes he is ready to be outside the womb, that God gives us a healthy baby.
Four more weeks until term. He weighed 3 lbs 12 oz on Tuesday and should be gaining a half a pound a week, so my guess is that he is about 4 lbs now.
Please help me pray for his health, regardless of gestation time, because in the end that is what matters- that he is healthy. That he does not spend any time in the NICU. That he does not suffer many of the issues pretermers have, and that he is born healthy enough to not be an increased SIDS risk. Prayers are our best and only precaution right now, and there is always strength in numbers.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
32 Week US Pic
What you are seeing here is a profile picture of Logan's face. He is looking up into the upper left hand corner. You can see his forehead and nose pretty clearly. He is going to be a thumb-sucker!! He had his hand in his mouth with his tiny finger curled up by his nose throughout the entire scan.
We were surprised yesterday to find out that we needed to get another US done today- we had not expected any more this pregnancy. However, he was measuring at about 31 weeks when I am 32.5 weeks, so I got sent in to double check growth and amniotic fluid levels.
The tech could not tell me anything, of course, and I only got this one picture. The rest of the scan was done with the monitor facing away from me.
Hopefully everything is right on track. The tech seemed really surprised when I told her my due date, so my instincts tell me I am either behind or ahead of schedule either way. I will update you when I have news, of course.
RETREAT!!!
I sat on my drier today in the dark, door closed, hidden behind the masking noises of loads being washed and surrounded by the soft scents of detergent and powder.
The purpose of my retreat? To drink a soda (and eat the stolen bite sized Butterfinger from Daegan's lunchable.)
Apparently my child has supersonic hearing. Not only can he hear the unmistakable crack of a soda can being opened, he can also hear every carbonated bubble and slurp of sugary sweetness from all the way across the house.
Once he gets a whiff that a soda has been opened, he will come running from whatever endeavor had previously captured his attention and bogart the remaining sudsy treat. "Sona?" he asks, oh so sweetly. "Mama share sona?"
I want to growl back at him, "NO! MY SODA!! GET YOUR OWN, YOU EVIL TODDLER!!!" Especially considering he just spent the last half hour clinging to my leg whining and screaming for no particular purpose other than (apparently) to see how far my nerves would stretch. No soda for him today- that kid is taking a NAP.
So, I retreated into the dark recesses of the laundry room, cut off by sight, sound and smell from my sweet little boy and slowly drank my soda while marveling at how amazingly relaxing our laundry room actually is...
Sometimes, today in particular since he seems to be possessed by some angry and very vengeful spirit, something in my mind screams "RETREAT!!! RETREAT!!!"
When that happens, I remember my dark little haven and gladly slip away for three minutes with some yummy carbonated goodness.
The purpose of my retreat? To drink a soda (and eat the stolen bite sized Butterfinger from Daegan's lunchable.)
Apparently my child has supersonic hearing. Not only can he hear the unmistakable crack of a soda can being opened, he can also hear every carbonated bubble and slurp of sugary sweetness from all the way across the house.
Once he gets a whiff that a soda has been opened, he will come running from whatever endeavor had previously captured his attention and bogart the remaining sudsy treat. "Sona?" he asks, oh so sweetly. "Mama share sona?"
I want to growl back at him, "NO! MY SODA!! GET YOUR OWN, YOU EVIL TODDLER!!!" Especially considering he just spent the last half hour clinging to my leg whining and screaming for no particular purpose other than (apparently) to see how far my nerves would stretch. No soda for him today- that kid is taking a NAP.
So, I retreated into the dark recesses of the laundry room, cut off by sight, sound and smell from my sweet little boy and slowly drank my soda while marveling at how amazingly relaxing our laundry room actually is...
Sometimes, today in particular since he seems to be possessed by some angry and very vengeful spirit, something in my mind screams "RETREAT!!! RETREAT!!!"
When that happens, I remember my dark little haven and gladly slip away for three minutes with some yummy carbonated goodness.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Life Mysteries
Finally, I can offer you a concise and convincing argument to solve this riddle:
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
This riddle is supposed to represent a paradox. The chicken has to lay the egg, thus being first... however, the chicken has to hatch from an egg, making the egg first. We all know this fun, historically popular neuron nibbler.
However, the answer to this riddle really is not so hard!
The egg came first!
Scientific evidence strongly supports the theory that birds descended from reptiles. The modern chicken is undebatably a bird. Reptiles lay eggs. Thus, along the evolutionary chain, the egg (in which the small mutations that create evolution occur) came first from the reptile and eventually produced chickens.
Eggs have consistently been part of that evolutionary chain, whilst the chicken has not.
"Wait!" You may say! "Evolution does not cover the religious view of creationism, so that explanation will not satisfy creationists."
However, it does, if you think about it.
In Genesis, it clearly states that God created the light and the dark, then the Earth, then the plants and animals, then humans. It fails to go into details about which animals were created or how long between each of these "days." In fact, we have absolutely no evidence that God measures time the way we do- we created time (seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, year) somewhat arbitrarily, and it varies by culture.
What we do know is that several times in scripture, God clearly states that his thoughts are not our thoughts, and his ways are not our ways.
So, that being said, we know through fossil records that the dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals predated modern animals, particularly mammals, and specifically humans. Thus, saying that chickens evolved from the early, small, flying reptiles negates absolutely NOTHING in the Bible. Animals came first, then man.
So, in the end, I have not yet found a single, cohesive, intelligent and logical argument that states that the chicken has come first. However, the egg coming first seems to be undebatable, regardless of one's scientific or religious inclinations.
Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
This riddle is supposed to represent a paradox. The chicken has to lay the egg, thus being first... however, the chicken has to hatch from an egg, making the egg first. We all know this fun, historically popular neuron nibbler.
However, the answer to this riddle really is not so hard!
The egg came first!
Scientific evidence strongly supports the theory that birds descended from reptiles. The modern chicken is undebatably a bird. Reptiles lay eggs. Thus, along the evolutionary chain, the egg (in which the small mutations that create evolution occur) came first from the reptile and eventually produced chickens.
Eggs have consistently been part of that evolutionary chain, whilst the chicken has not.
"Wait!" You may say! "Evolution does not cover the religious view of creationism, so that explanation will not satisfy creationists."
However, it does, if you think about it.
In Genesis, it clearly states that God created the light and the dark, then the Earth, then the plants and animals, then humans. It fails to go into details about which animals were created or how long between each of these "days." In fact, we have absolutely no evidence that God measures time the way we do- we created time (seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, year) somewhat arbitrarily, and it varies by culture.
What we do know is that several times in scripture, God clearly states that his thoughts are not our thoughts, and his ways are not our ways.
So, that being said, we know through fossil records that the dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals predated modern animals, particularly mammals, and specifically humans. Thus, saying that chickens evolved from the early, small, flying reptiles negates absolutely NOTHING in the Bible. Animals came first, then man.
So, in the end, I have not yet found a single, cohesive, intelligent and logical argument that states that the chicken has come first. However, the egg coming first seems to be undebatable, regardless of one's scientific or religious inclinations.
Stupidity
Here is the testament to the stupidity and idiocy of people sometimes...
In New York State, well over 95% of the apples sold (I forget the exact statistic, but it was 98 or 99 percent) come from either Washington State or New Zealand.
Washington State is 3000 miles from New York State and New Zealand is 9000 miles away. Think about the energy and transportation costs, as well as the pollution generated to sell apples in New York.
Well, here is a fun fact for you:
New York State is one of the primary apple producing states in the country. In fact, they produce so many apples that the residents of the state could not consume all of them even if they tried.
Wow. I mean, really. Wow. Don't you just want to smack someone?
In New York State, well over 95% of the apples sold (I forget the exact statistic, but it was 98 or 99 percent) come from either Washington State or New Zealand.
Washington State is 3000 miles from New York State and New Zealand is 9000 miles away. Think about the energy and transportation costs, as well as the pollution generated to sell apples in New York.
Well, here is a fun fact for you:
New York State is one of the primary apple producing states in the country. In fact, they produce so many apples that the residents of the state could not consume all of them even if they tried.
Wow. I mean, really. Wow. Don't you just want to smack someone?
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Wake Up Call
Ok, so we have always known that as of May 1st, all bets are off regarding my expected due date. That is the week following my last progesterone shot, and my doctor has already told me that they will not stop labor at that point.
My home nurse came to give me my shot yesterday, and told me that I only have three left!! It took me a moment to consolidate that information. Three weeks and May 1st somehow sounded completely different in my mind.
Wow. I only have three more weeks of reliable time before this baby comes- every week after that is just extra! Three weeks to get everything done- doesn't sound like much, does it?
As of today, I am 32 weeks, three days along, which is 8 months!
I am still hoping for a 38-40 weeker, though, just for Logan's sake. He needs that time.
My home nurse came to give me my shot yesterday, and told me that I only have three left!! It took me a moment to consolidate that information. Three weeks and May 1st somehow sounded completely different in my mind.
Wow. I only have three more weeks of reliable time before this baby comes- every week after that is just extra! Three weeks to get everything done- doesn't sound like much, does it?
As of today, I am 32 weeks, three days along, which is 8 months!
I am still hoping for a 38-40 weeker, though, just for Logan's sake. He needs that time.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Good Things!
Joe came home from work today and told me that he got a raise!! :) His Senior Management took him out to lunch yesterday and started positioning him to take on additional roles and responsibilities, perhaps a promotion, then today he got a raise! Yeah! :)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Yeah! Helpers!
My mom and little brother came up today to do things for me that I could not do on my own, namely the nursery and Daegan's room.
I am proud to say that with their help (and a whole lot of me sitting around directing traffic), Daegan's room is officially done! Pics to come... when I get my camera all set up!
Logan's room is about halfway done, but getting closer every week. Maybe it will be done in time for him to use it!! I certainly hope so... I realize he won't know the difference, but I need his room done so I can organize all the baby stuff in there (Vaseline, breast pads, diapers, clothes, etc) and have it ready when it is needed instead of digging through a giant pile.
The best part? There was no pressure to do anything! I got to lay back, sit down, relax all day. Sweet deal! :)
I am proud to say that with their help (and a whole lot of me sitting around directing traffic), Daegan's room is officially done! Pics to come... when I get my camera all set up!
Logan's room is about halfway done, but getting closer every week. Maybe it will be done in time for him to use it!! I certainly hope so... I realize he won't know the difference, but I need his room done so I can organize all the baby stuff in there (Vaseline, breast pads, diapers, clothes, etc) and have it ready when it is needed instead of digging through a giant pile.
The best part? There was no pressure to do anything! I got to lay back, sit down, relax all day. Sweet deal! :)
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
BORING!
It is only a few weeks...
It is only a few weeks...
It is only a few weeks...
Man, watching daytime television all day and waiting for Joe to get home and roughhouse with the boy is just mindnumbing! The worst hours are in the morning, when the whole day is stretching ahead of me. Anything you got- letters, emails, comments, etc... bring it! :) I could use the diversion right now...
I am not a terribly insightful or interesting person right now, sorry! Literally, my life is on hold.
For those of you asking how you can help, this is how! If something interesting is going on in your life, let me know!! :) I would love to text, write, call, whatever. Wanna talk theology? Philosophy? Exercise/diet? Woman's issues? Vent about coworkers? Anything? I have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD.
If you want to call, I try to get D to nap between 12 and 4 (yes, I am thankful for long naps!) so morning works best. Afterwards, I have Joe for company.
Kisses!!!
It is only a few weeks...
It is only a few weeks...
Man, watching daytime television all day and waiting for Joe to get home and roughhouse with the boy is just mindnumbing! The worst hours are in the morning, when the whole day is stretching ahead of me. Anything you got- letters, emails, comments, etc... bring it! :) I could use the diversion right now...
I am not a terribly insightful or interesting person right now, sorry! Literally, my life is on hold.
For those of you asking how you can help, this is how! If something interesting is going on in your life, let me know!! :) I would love to text, write, call, whatever. Wanna talk theology? Philosophy? Exercise/diet? Woman's issues? Vent about coworkers? Anything? I have ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD.
If you want to call, I try to get D to nap between 12 and 4 (yes, I am thankful for long naps!) so morning works best. Afterwards, I have Joe for company.
Kisses!!!
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