Cause oh man do I...I mean I'm actually addicted. When both kids allow it (so not often) I will happily spend a very long period of time tweeting back and forth with people everywhere. (Follow me HERE)
The recent "Political Crisis" (aka #coalition) has really expanded the people I am connected to and I LOVE that.
And now that I've finally had a chance to post this much - and fall behind on my twitter feed - my kids are requiring attention!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Howdy
Hey ....etc.
Hopefully I will be getting this functioning....too many cranky kids in the house today to get anything....
Too much cranky me to even care.
Hopefully I will be getting this functioning....too many cranky kids in the house today to get anything....
Too much cranky me to even care.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Welcoming Baby to the World
Liliana made it! Wednesday at 9:43 am she made her grand entrance! We are so utterly in love and fawning over the newest bundle of baby that things in general have been put on hold.
Because of this I'm copying a message I sent to a friend with the details of the labour and delivery. I don't care if *you* read it, but I thought it'd be funny to have it recorded out on the internets for the internetted to read and comment upon.
So...my labour/delivery went like this - Tuesday night I got really depressed and started to feel pretty sorry for myself and considered myself a "failure" for not getting labour going on my own. Totally retarded I know but I was so moody and pregnant and wanted to be done on my own terms not by some chemical being pumped through my body. I didn't get to sleep until like 2:30 or so that morning. Then just before 5 I woke up having contractions and was pretty sure I'd just moved wrong in bed and was having like a charlie horse or something (which I'd had happen the other week - I pulled a muscle IN MY SLEEP!). Anyway, when I got another contraction like 2 or 3 minutes later I suddenly realized that wait...this was really happening and my body suddenly loved me. I was HAPPY to have freaking contractions. Happy...can you believe it? So I woke up Mike and we discussed what to do. They were such short contractions...less than 30 seconds - usually less than 20. So after an hour of them being regularly 2 or 3 minutes apart but still short we arranged for someone to come stay with Damien while he slept (cause Mike thought bringing him in would've been ok for a few hours where I said very much NO) we headed in to the hospital.
After sitting in the assessment room for an hour and a bit my doctor (who was doing her morning rounds) comes in and says she wants to admit me, and give me a low dosage of oxytocin to keep my contractions going (apparently when they're this short they have a habit of stopping) since they'd planned on inducing me anyway. So by 8 I'm hooked up to the drip of doom and have told the nurse that I can probably handle the contractions for a few hours because really they're strong but not nearly as bad as they'd gotten with Damien and I wanted to avoid drugging myself up too early. By 8:30 or so I've noticed that these ones aren't just keeping steady but they're WAY stronger and lasting a lot longer too. So my nurse checks and I've gone from 3cm to almost 8. At which point I start asking where exactly the doctor is with the pain killers cause I'm in a hell of a lot of pain.
My doctor comes in and checks and I'm at 8 and I have no idea what time it was except for the fact I was expecting to get an epidural around 9 so it must've been around then because I start getting kind mean and bitchy like Kirstie Alley does in Look Who's Talking when it's the INSANE anger/pain talking and not at all the person who's in pain. Around 9:30 I start freaking out because I'm in severe pain and I want my epidural. And then...AND THEN!!! I start to feel like wait...I'm not far from being done. So I get all rude and demand the epidural, nobody knows where the anesthesiologist is and they start getting a bit panicky telling me I'll have to do it without anything and I tell them I won't. I swear I was like squeezing my bits together in my attempt to not give birth 100% naturally. Finally the drug doctor walks in, tells me (kinda rudely I might add) that if I scream or move while she's doing her thing then she's going to walk out. And you know what I wanted to tell her? That if she hadn't taken her bloody time getting to me I'd have been in a much more reasonable state both mentally and physically instead of on the brink of popping out a demon child on my own thankyouverymuch. So she gets everything ready and my nurse gets me all positioned and then very calmly reminds how important it is for me to stay still. Then I feel a glorious swab of iodine on my back and a poke and then GLORIOUS pain free numbness goes into my toes. Turns out that because of time constraints I didn't get an epidural but a spinal tap that literally numbed me from the waist down. And then pop out comes a baby.
Ok that's not all, for awhile both Mike and I were all panicky because they started talking about heart rate droppings and it wasn't mine because I felt pretty fine. Apparently after my first big push, Liliana's heart rate dropped to 80 and my contractions stopped for a few minutes too so they were telling me if I couldn't get her out right away they'd have to vacuum or worse. My doctor got really stern (mean is definitely the wrong word) and then my contractions came back and I don't know how many pushes later out popped a pretty blue baby. The NICU team was in the room and scooped her up shortly after Mike cut the cord and started suctioning and doing all their listening stuffs to make sure she wasn't in mega danger. Nobody told us what so going on until she was cleared, but it ends up my placenta ruptured a bit during delivery and she swallowed a good amount of blood so they spent a very long time suctioning and listening and suctioning and then more checking. She was fine but it wasn't fun to sit (lie) and wait for the results.
And this took forever to type...Liliana is awake again and looking for the boob so I will be off.
Because of this I'm copying a message I sent to a friend with the details of the labour and delivery. I don't care if *you* read it, but I thought it'd be funny to have it recorded out on the internets for the internetted to read and comment upon.
So...my labour/delivery went like this - Tuesday night I got really depressed and started to feel pretty sorry for myself and considered myself a "failure" for not getting labour going on my own. Totally retarded I know but I was so moody and pregnant and wanted to be done on my own terms not by some chemical being pumped through my body. I didn't get to sleep until like 2:30 or so that morning. Then just before 5 I woke up having contractions and was pretty sure I'd just moved wrong in bed and was having like a charlie horse or something (which I'd had happen the other week - I pulled a muscle IN MY SLEEP!). Anyway, when I got another contraction like 2 or 3 minutes later I suddenly realized that wait...this was really happening and my body suddenly loved me. I was HAPPY to have freaking contractions. Happy...can you believe it? So I woke up Mike and we discussed what to do. They were such short contractions...less than 30 seconds - usually less than 20. So after an hour of them being regularly 2 or 3 minutes apart but still short we arranged for someone to come stay with Damien while he slept (cause Mike thought bringing him in would've been ok for a few hours where I said very much NO) we headed in to the hospital.
After sitting in the assessment room for an hour and a bit my doctor (who was doing her morning rounds) comes in and says she wants to admit me, and give me a low dosage of oxytocin to keep my contractions going (apparently when they're this short they have a habit of stopping) since they'd planned on inducing me anyway. So by 8 I'm hooked up to the drip of doom and have told the nurse that I can probably handle the contractions for a few hours because really they're strong but not nearly as bad as they'd gotten with Damien and I wanted to avoid drugging myself up too early. By 8:30 or so I've noticed that these ones aren't just keeping steady but they're WAY stronger and lasting a lot longer too. So my nurse checks and I've gone from 3cm to almost 8. At which point I start asking where exactly the doctor is with the pain killers cause I'm in a hell of a lot of pain.
My doctor comes in and checks and I'm at 8 and I have no idea what time it was except for the fact I was expecting to get an epidural around 9 so it must've been around then because I start getting kind mean and bitchy like Kirstie Alley does in Look Who's Talking when it's the INSANE anger/pain talking and not at all the person who's in pain. Around 9:30 I start freaking out because I'm in severe pain and I want my epidural. And then...AND THEN!!! I start to feel like wait...I'm not far from being done. So I get all rude and demand the epidural, nobody knows where the anesthesiologist is and they start getting a bit panicky telling me I'll have to do it without anything and I tell them I won't. I swear I was like squeezing my bits together in my attempt to not give birth 100% naturally. Finally the drug doctor walks in, tells me (kinda rudely I might add) that if I scream or move while she's doing her thing then she's going to walk out. And you know what I wanted to tell her? That if she hadn't taken her bloody time getting to me I'd have been in a much more reasonable state both mentally and physically instead of on the brink of popping out a demon child on my own thankyouverymuch. So she gets everything ready and my nurse gets me all positioned and then very calmly reminds how important it is for me to stay still. Then I feel a glorious swab of iodine on my back and a poke and then GLORIOUS pain free numbness goes into my toes. Turns out that because of time constraints I didn't get an epidural but a spinal tap that literally numbed me from the waist down. And then pop out comes a baby.
Ok that's not all, for awhile both Mike and I were all panicky because they started talking about heart rate droppings and it wasn't mine because I felt pretty fine. Apparently after my first big push, Liliana's heart rate dropped to 80 and my contractions stopped for a few minutes too so they were telling me if I couldn't get her out right away they'd have to vacuum or worse. My doctor got really stern (mean is definitely the wrong word) and then my contractions came back and I don't know how many pushes later out popped a pretty blue baby. The NICU team was in the room and scooped her up shortly after Mike cut the cord and started suctioning and doing all their listening stuffs to make sure she wasn't in mega danger. Nobody told us what so going on until she was cleared, but it ends up my placenta ruptured a bit during delivery and she swallowed a good amount of blood so they spent a very long time suctioning and listening and suctioning and then more checking. She was fine but it wasn't fun to sit (lie) and wait for the results.
And this took forever to type...Liliana is awake again and looking for the boob so I will be off.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
The Report!
Alright, so I think I like my new detergent. I did a load of sheets and the like and they feel nice, they smell decent. They do not smell like yummy lemon fresh or yummy spring fresh, and this is honestly kind of a big deal for me.
I'm going to sit online for hours tonight trying to find a solution that isn't essential oils (I can't imagine they'd work well in a powder...or would they? if you know please please let me know!) James has suggested lemon zest but my concern is that the oils from that could leave residue on such things as baby clothes or cloth diapers and then I'd be causing more damage to the poor as yet birthed child than is worthwhile.
On a happy note though, the nursery is 95% ready...its now a matter of me just getting over this anal obsession on placement of dresser, chair, change table, etc. I'm kinda being ridiculous about it, and I'm sure Mikey is seconds away from killing me sometimes, but hey, the feeling is mutual.
Oooh...things I want from the "save energy, save the world" type businesses out there: CFL's (compact fluorescents) that can be on a dimmer switch. K thanks!
I'm going to sit online for hours tonight trying to find a solution that isn't essential oils (I can't imagine they'd work well in a powder...or would they? if you know please please let me know!) James has suggested lemon zest but my concern is that the oils from that could leave residue on such things as baby clothes or cloth diapers and then I'd be causing more damage to the poor as yet birthed child than is worthwhile.
On a happy note though, the nursery is 95% ready...its now a matter of me just getting over this anal obsession on placement of dresser, chair, change table, etc. I'm kinda being ridiculous about it, and I'm sure Mikey is seconds away from killing me sometimes, but hey, the feeling is mutual.
Oooh...things I want from the "save energy, save the world" type businesses out there: CFL's (compact fluorescents) that can be on a dimmer switch. K thanks!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
A change
I realized I wasn't blogging without any purpose behind my blog. Sure I had random ideas (Hello cute baby monkey) but I wasn't making any attempts beyond the random post here and there.
So I thought to myself, what's going on in my life that I could actually write about and share with readers here and there? Sure I'm a mom, but so are bazillions of other bloggers out there, and I have no problem being mainstream and identical to other women out there (it's what brings us together) but I wanted something that was more *mine*. Hell yes I'm a greedy one...woot!
So...here's the things going on currently:
It's getting late, I'm going to go throw on a load of laundry to see how I feel about my new detergent, and I will hopefully be back in the next few days with a report and possibly a new baby :)
So I thought to myself, what's going on in my life that I could actually write about and share with readers here and there? Sure I'm a mom, but so are bazillions of other bloggers out there, and I have no problem being mainstream and identical to other women out there (it's what brings us together) but I wanted something that was more *mine*. Hell yes I'm a greedy one...woot!
So...here's the things going on currently:
- I'm 41 weeks pregnant. Yeah...you're supposed to be done around 40 weeks...epic fail on my part.
- I have Preschooler named Damien, he's 3 and some months and is currently the center of my universe (he will be sharing this position gladly soon - he constantly talks of the baby this and the baby that)
- I am going to be cloth diapering baby # 2 shortly after his/her arrival. With Damien we did disposables, and while I didn't feel any remorse or guilt at that point in time I now realize how much money was wasted not to mention the growing environmental aspect of it all. Our plan is to use disposables for the first short while during the adjustment period and then in emergencies or longer outings. Hopefully the rest of our family will get on board with this too.
- I just finished making my own laundry detergent - recipe HERE - and am very excited to see how it turns out. Everything but the Fels Naptha soap was ridiculously easy to find between normal grocery store aisles and a lovely visit to our "green" store - Earth's General Store where I got to scope out cloth diapers AND buy washing soda all at the very same time.
It's getting late, I'm going to go throw on a load of laundry to see how I feel about my new detergent, and I will hopefully be back in the next few days with a report and possibly a new baby :)
Friday, June 27, 2008
Covet. Oh too cute. I know I'll have my own little monkey again soon...since my current monkey is giantish in his grownupedness (aka today he made letters of the alphabet...WITH HIS BODY!!!) but I still very much would like to have this little guy (or girl) snuggle with me in the middle of the night and wake up every hour or two for a feeding.
Give me a few months and I'll not be so in love with babies...just watch!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Being the Bane of my Existance
So...yesterday was the day I've been waiting for all pregnancy...ultrasound day! Yes being 37 weeks meant I ought to have gone before and had an ultrasound, and I did....and had I wanted to find out gender then I could've right? Right...except my unborn 18 week old bambino didn't want to co-operate then at all, and being only 18 weeks along it was still pretty early to say definitively whether this unborn growth was going to be a girl or boy, but we guessed girl.
Here we are another 18 weeks along the way and now this child is too big, too stubborn and...lets just say yesterday sucked. I wanted to find out so I knew what to buy and what not to buy...but clearly those things just aren't going to happen.
I've been in a funk since, and it's really put a damper on the day. Maybe I'll get to my OB this morning and she'll be able to proclaim randomly that this child is one or the other and I'll once again feel better instead of being a big loser and complaining to everyone and anyone.
El Preschooler needs a hug now he said "I love ya....I want to hug you"
apparently he's learning slang at an early age.
Here we are another 18 weeks along the way and now this child is too big, too stubborn and...lets just say yesterday sucked. I wanted to find out so I knew what to buy and what not to buy...but clearly those things just aren't going to happen.
I've been in a funk since, and it's really put a damper on the day. Maybe I'll get to my OB this morning and she'll be able to proclaim randomly that this child is one or the other and I'll once again feel better instead of being a big loser and complaining to everyone and anyone.
El Preschooler needs a hug now he said "I love ya....I want to hug you"
apparently he's learning slang at an early age.
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