found
I have found the following items recently. If you know who the rightful owners are, please let me know!
1. 2 dirty rocks and one snail shell found in my light blue fleece sweatshirt pocket.
2. A teddy bear and two dolls stuffed between the sheets in the linen closet.
3. A small pile of sand and dead wasp on the family room floor.
4. A Cabbage Patch doll found in the baby’s bassinet with two used breastpads over her eyes to “help her nap”.
today
Baby’s got gas.
Big brother is over-tired and super sensitive.
Big sister is bored and looking for trouble.
Mommy’s got a headache.
Daddy’s got a deadline.
Baby cries and fusses and then cries some more.
Big brother watches tv, eats too many of the Rice Krispy Squares we managed to make this morning and then watches more tv.
Big sister does the same except she smears her sticky fingers all over the arm of the new chair and every wall from there to the bathroom.
Mommy nurses, burbs the baby, cries and then nurses some more while fixing a toy, sending a kid to timeout and reading a book.
Daddy feels bad for Mommy but has to keep working.
Not our best day. But then…
Baby smiles in his sleep and makes little cooing noises.
Big brother tells me that our baby looks way cuter than the baby on tv and all other babies.
Big sister tells me that I’m the bestest Mommy ever, ever, ever.
Mommy loves her kids and feels like it’s all worth it.
Daddy takes over the kids at 5:30.
There is good in everyday…even today.
Filed under Family | Comment (0)welcome…finally!
I am very late but terribily happy to announce the arrival of our third child, a little boy born on August 9th at 5:35pm EST weighing 7 pounds 6 oz and measuring 20.5 inches long. I had my longest labour yet at 10 hours but feel like it was a positive experience overall. Little J is very laid back and easy to care for. He is perfectly formed, very cuddly and an absolute joy. We are so glad that he has come to join our family.
Once I figure out how to manage my time with three children, I’ll expand on his birth “story”.
Filed under And baby makes 5 | Comment (0)just where i didn’t want to be
The end of my pregnancy with G felt like an eternal nightmare. I was 4cm dilated for a perversly long time (around 4 weeks). My cervix was stripped, stretched and begged to get it over with already but did nothing more than irritate me for the longest time. My doctor assured me that I would be early, especially since my son was a week early. She said “see you tonight” with a big perky grin no less than three times. I might have punched her the third time had it not been for those “abuse will not be tolerated” signs posted all over the office. I tried pretty much everything to convince my cervix to dilate those last 6 cm but the most I got was wussy contractions and a lot of cramps. So, so worth it. Finally, when I was exhausted, frustrated and in constant pain my doctor booked me to be induced at 6am on April 26th. Guess when our little bundle of joy decided to arrive? 11:27pm on April 25th. With three hours of labour. And no drugs.
This time, I have been determined to be all relaxed and cool about the end of my pregnancy. I’ve mentally “prepared” to go overdue. Things are ready but unless you went into our bedroom, you really wouldn’t know that we are about to have a baby. Little evidence exists around the house. I was planning on going places everyday and then one day being all, “T, it’s the weirdest thing, I’ve got these pains that keep coming and going. Know what that could be about?” and then going to the hospital and popping out a baby (Yes, I have given birth before but please, allow me my dilusions to get me though!). Everything was good until about last week when something clicked inside of me. Now I am a wreck. Total ball of panic and terror. I’m afraid to go anywhere without my husband. I don’t really want to leave the house. I’m worried sick about what we are going to do with the kids when I go into labour and if someone will get here in time (I keep picturing having to drag our kids along with us to L&D). I’m hardly sleeping because of back pain. Every time I go to the bathroom I am afraid that the baby will drop right out of me (baby is VERY low). I keep wondering when, how, where it will all begin and how long it will take. Will it be less than 3 hours? What if it’s longer? I didn’t want to think about it and now I find myself evaluating every cramp and twinge (and trust me, there are many).
I was at the doctor’s this afternoon. She wanted to check me so we could see where “we” were at. So now I know. And I don’t feel any better. I’m 3 cm dilated, “quite” effaced and the baby is super low. Do you know what she said to me (after she absolutely hammered on my cervix without warning me)? “We just might see you tonight!”. Thanks! That pretty much ensured a night of cramping and wondering followed by a whole lot of nothin’ doing! So much for my zen plan. Right now I’m exactly where I didn’t want to be. Anxious and wondering.
T’s parents arrive tomorrow for a week. I’m hoping that having them here will help me to relax because at least we won’t have to worry about the kids IF I go into labour while they are here.
I almost forgot! I do have a date for induction so I at least can be assured that I won’t have to go overdue with this little one.
Filed under And baby makes 5 | Comment (0)going green
One of the many reasons we chose to live in our new city is because of it’s focus on environmentalism. It is a very “green” city. As in they pick up recycling and composting weekly but only take trash every second week. Coming from a large city that doesn’t even have curbside recycling, it’s rather refreshing. Imagine, taking care of our world instead of just drilling for oil and polluting it!
Keeping with the “green” theme, I went ahead and did something I hope I won’t regret! I signed up for a cloth diaper service. No more ’sposies in this house. No more killing trees and piling poop in landfills. This service brings you all the fitted (as in fit just like disposables) diapers you need (they start with 70/week but will give you more if you need). They provide a diaper pail and drawstring liner. All you need to do is take off the diaper, roll it up poop and all and toss it in the pail. Once a week you drop the bag on your front porch and it is replaced with clean, sanitized diapers (even their cleaning process is environmentally friendly). It ends up costing less per month than disposables so really, there is nothing to lose. I only had to commit to 4 weeks of service so if we really hate it we can cancel after a month. If we still are using the service after 6 months then I might buy my own diapers and wash them at home.
We’ll see how it all goes!
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