The little one's appointment went very well on Friday. She gained 7 ounces in a week, which was double what her pediatrician had hoped for. Yay!
Don't forget to put out your plate of cookies and glass of milk for Santa tonight, get nestled into your bed, and dream sweet dreams while the magic of Christmas comes...
May all my readers have a very blessed Christmas and a safe and happy New Year!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Tipping the Scales
Life sure is busy now with two children - toddler + newborn.
I brought the baby in for her 1 week check up last Friday and she hadn't gained back as much weight as her pediatrician had hoped for, so I have to bring her back in to the doctor this coming Friday for a quick weigh-in.
Her cheeks and fingers are looking pudgier so there's hope that she'll have put on a good amount of weight.
Otherwise, she's doing fantastic! She's really a wonderful baby, although she seems to like the wee hours of the morning to be awake and playful.
The older munchkin is adjusting as well as can be expected. She's been patting the baby's head gently and chorusing, "YUCK!" at the same time. But she also gives the new baby a lot of kisses and hugs and doesn't really understand why she can't carry her around the house. After all, according to her, she's shown that she can carry four babies and an assortment of other toys around the house all at the same time AND manage a sippy cup. How much harder could a baby be?
Without snow and the temperatures being in the 60s yesterday, it's so hard to believe that Christmas is less than a week away!
Motherly duties are calling - Good luck to all my readers in surviving the mad, crazy shoppers and drivers out there before the joyous arrival of Christmas.
I brought the baby in for her 1 week check up last Friday and she hadn't gained back as much weight as her pediatrician had hoped for, so I have to bring her back in to the doctor this coming Friday for a quick weigh-in.
Her cheeks and fingers are looking pudgier so there's hope that she'll have put on a good amount of weight.
Otherwise, she's doing fantastic! She's really a wonderful baby, although she seems to like the wee hours of the morning to be awake and playful.
The older munchkin is adjusting as well as can be expected. She's been patting the baby's head gently and chorusing, "YUCK!" at the same time. But she also gives the new baby a lot of kisses and hugs and doesn't really understand why she can't carry her around the house. After all, according to her, she's shown that she can carry four babies and an assortment of other toys around the house all at the same time AND manage a sippy cup. How much harder could a baby be?
Without snow and the temperatures being in the 60s yesterday, it's so hard to believe that Christmas is less than a week away!
Motherly duties are calling - Good luck to all my readers in surviving the mad, crazy shoppers and drivers out there before the joyous arrival of Christmas.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
I'm Home
We're finally home! We got home yesterday afternoon and it sure does feel good to be out of the hospital.
I have a beautiful little girl. 7 pounds 14 ounces. 19.5 inches tall. Sweet as sweet can be.
The delivery went very smoothly. I couldn't have asked for an easier delivery! However, I COULD have asked for a less busy time to have a baby. I had to wait six and a half hours to get a delivery room!
We're all adjusting to the new blessing that has been added to our family - thank goodness my mother in law is here to help.
I forgot how much work tiny babies are!
I have a beautiful little girl. 7 pounds 14 ounces. 19.5 inches tall. Sweet as sweet can be.
The delivery went very smoothly. I couldn't have asked for an easier delivery! However, I COULD have asked for a less busy time to have a baby. I had to wait six and a half hours to get a delivery room!
We're all adjusting to the new blessing that has been added to our family - thank goodness my mother in law is here to help.
I forgot how much work tiny babies are!
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
munchkin matching
The Time Has Come
Well folks, I'm outta here!
I'm finishing up some odds n ends here at the house and tomorrow morning early, I'll be heading off to the hospital. My doctor called me personally this morning and upped my delivery to tomorrow morning at 6am.
Hopefully everything will go smoothly and I'll be back for you know it!
I'm finishing up some odds n ends here at the house and tomorrow morning early, I'll be heading off to the hospital. My doctor called me personally this morning and upped my delivery to tomorrow morning at 6am.
Hopefully everything will go smoothly and I'll be back for you know it!
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
two hours trying so far
I've been trying to go to sleep for the last two hours. I'm exhausted, but my mind is racing.
I.just.want.to.sleep.
I.just.want.to.sleep.
Did I say seven days to go?
I went to the doctor this morning for my weekly check up. Blood pressure is good. Baby's heart rate is good. My induction is was scheduled for Tuesday, December 13th.
My doctor checked to see how well my body's prepared for the pending delivery of baby #2 and I'm already dialated 2cm.
Then he chuckled and began saying, "Hmmmm.....hmmmm....hmmmm..."
I responded, "What ~exactly~ are you 'hmmming' about????"
He smirked and gave a little laugh and told me he doesn't think I'll last till Tuesday!
He told me to gather my things and he was going to go call Labor and Delivery! Eeks!
He comes back into the exam room and tells me that he really wanted to get me in to labor and delivery this week, but that they are booked solid and SO busy - so he put me in the first open spot of Monday the 12th at 6am. BUT! He isn't sure I'll be able to last that long.
So naturally although I was smiling on the outside, I was freaking out on the inside!
I had intended to run errands today and do some household chores like laundry and vaccuuming and all that other REALLY FUN stuff...but I changed my plans to just sit and relax with my legs crossed.
For my own sanity, I am going to focus on Monday now as my delivery date. I've got packages arriving full of presents for my family that I have to sign for etc...
I can't go into labor RIGHT NOW.
My doctor checked to see how well my body's prepared for the pending delivery of baby #2 and I'm already dialated 2cm.
Then he chuckled and began saying, "Hmmmm.....hmmmm....hmmmm..."
I responded, "What ~exactly~ are you 'hmmming' about????"
He smirked and gave a little laugh and told me he doesn't think I'll last till Tuesday!
He told me to gather my things and he was going to go call Labor and Delivery! Eeks!
He comes back into the exam room and tells me that he really wanted to get me in to labor and delivery this week, but that they are booked solid and SO busy - so he put me in the first open spot of Monday the 12th at 6am. BUT! He isn't sure I'll be able to last that long.
So naturally although I was smiling on the outside, I was freaking out on the inside!
I had intended to run errands today and do some household chores like laundry and vaccuuming and all that other REALLY FUN stuff...but I changed my plans to just sit and relax with my legs crossed.
For my own sanity, I am going to focus on Monday now as my delivery date. I've got packages arriving full of presents for my family that I have to sign for etc...
I can't go into labor RIGHT NOW.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Won Ton Me a Smile
My husband, daughter, and myself decided we were going to dinner last night. There's a little Japanese restaurant not far from where we live that my husband's been wanting to try. Since I had been lounging in comfy anything-that-will-fit-me outfit, I rummaged up some presentable pregnancy clothes and dolled myself up the best I could.
We arrived at the restaurant only to find that they didn't open up for another half an hour. Bleh! Being hungry and not wanting to wait thirty more minutes, my husband decides that we'll drive to another restaurant and check the wait there.
As we drove by it was packed and people were already waiting outside to be called for their table. With a quick, unaminous, decision of ~Uhhh, No Thanks!~ we keep driving.
We ended up at this little Chinese restaurant not far from the second restaurant.
~~FINE DINING FOR CHINESE CUISINE~~ it stated under the name.
Indeed it was a nice restaurant, but I'm not sure I'd go as far as posting 'fine dining' under the name outside. It had cloth napkins and leaf shaped plates, but beyond that it was just a regular ol' restaurant.
They wanted to seat us with a highchair in the MOST CROWDED area of the restaurant that had the MOST TRAFFIC from the kitchen and a view right into the kitchen...
So you know it wasn't long before this hormonal pregnant lady spoke up. I asked to be moved to a different table. I got ~looks~ but we were moved regardless.
Our waitress was slow in getting to us and then the table behind us seemed to make her even more delayed in coming. The woman had a MILLION questions. Honestly, she must have asked the waitress 30 questions - I'm.not.kidding.
So when our waitress finally made it to our table, we told her we were ready to order our food - even though our drink order hadn't even been taken. She asked if we had any questions, and the hungry beast within me blurted out, "No. And especially after what you were just put through-NO!"
As we sat waiting for our drinks to arrive at the very least, we heard strange yodeling from the kitchen. Yes, yodeling. In.a.Chinese.restaurant.
When we asked for a spoon for my daughter, they brought us a spoon the size of her head practically. I wonder, really, what the waitress was thinking...Did she honestly think my daughter would be able to use it? I could have shoveled snow with the thing!
The food was just average and the prices were above average. And then of course just before we get our bill I hear the woman at the table behind us pipe up again to our busy waitress, "No, I don't want any more hot tea...IT'S SO HOT IN HERE!!!"
And I thought to myself, "Um lady, you're wearing a turtle neck and a fleece pull-over jacket on top of that and you're inside a restaurant with working heat and hot food and it's only in the 50's outside at the lowest!"
We didn't eat all of our meal and needed to go boxes and a soup container. They actually had quite tasty won ton soup, but we couldn't finish it off. The gentleman who boxed up our food though was young and obviously didn't have much of a clue about what he was doing. Not to mention, he kept trying to box the food up right.next.to.our.daughter. At 21 months, little styrafoam boxes and big shiny silverware and what looks to her like playing with food since he wasn't eating it, she was pretty excited and wanted in on the action. Between my husband and myself, we must have stopped her from attacking the containers and food at least a dozen times. And then the guy went to pour the soup into the container to go - only thing is, he felt it was far better to do it the quick way and just pick the bowl up, dump in the contents from one container to the other, and all as quickly as he could. However, he didn't take into consideration the spill factor on that method. Soup was going all over the table and heading right for my husband's lap. Luckily my husband caught the soup just before it reached the edge of the table....UGH!
We had a nice time out though and it did provide a good chuckle...especially when people look at me like, "Oh goodness, that poor woman! I wonder if her water will break RIGHT.HERe!"
Down to single digit days now, my friends!
We arrived at the restaurant only to find that they didn't open up for another half an hour. Bleh! Being hungry and not wanting to wait thirty more minutes, my husband decides that we'll drive to another restaurant and check the wait there.
As we drove by it was packed and people were already waiting outside to be called for their table. With a quick, unaminous, decision of ~Uhhh, No Thanks!~ we keep driving.
We ended up at this little Chinese restaurant not far from the second restaurant.
~~FINE DINING FOR CHINESE CUISINE~~ it stated under the name.
Indeed it was a nice restaurant, but I'm not sure I'd go as far as posting 'fine dining' under the name outside. It had cloth napkins and leaf shaped plates, but beyond that it was just a regular ol' restaurant.
They wanted to seat us with a highchair in the MOST CROWDED area of the restaurant that had the MOST TRAFFIC from the kitchen and a view right into the kitchen...
So you know it wasn't long before this hormonal pregnant lady spoke up. I asked to be moved to a different table. I got ~looks~ but we were moved regardless.
Our waitress was slow in getting to us and then the table behind us seemed to make her even more delayed in coming. The woman had a MILLION questions. Honestly, she must have asked the waitress 30 questions - I'm.not.kidding.
So when our waitress finally made it to our table, we told her we were ready to order our food - even though our drink order hadn't even been taken. She asked if we had any questions, and the hungry beast within me blurted out, "No. And especially after what you were just put through-NO!"
As we sat waiting for our drinks to arrive at the very least, we heard strange yodeling from the kitchen. Yes, yodeling. In.a.Chinese.restaurant.
When we asked for a spoon for my daughter, they brought us a spoon the size of her head practically. I wonder, really, what the waitress was thinking...Did she honestly think my daughter would be able to use it? I could have shoveled snow with the thing!
The food was just average and the prices were above average. And then of course just before we get our bill I hear the woman at the table behind us pipe up again to our busy waitress, "No, I don't want any more hot tea...IT'S SO HOT IN HERE!!!"
And I thought to myself, "Um lady, you're wearing a turtle neck and a fleece pull-over jacket on top of that and you're inside a restaurant with working heat and hot food and it's only in the 50's outside at the lowest!"
We didn't eat all of our meal and needed to go boxes and a soup container. They actually had quite tasty won ton soup, but we couldn't finish it off. The gentleman who boxed up our food though was young and obviously didn't have much of a clue about what he was doing. Not to mention, he kept trying to box the food up right.next.to.our.daughter. At 21 months, little styrafoam boxes and big shiny silverware and what looks to her like playing with food since he wasn't eating it, she was pretty excited and wanted in on the action. Between my husband and myself, we must have stopped her from attacking the containers and food at least a dozen times. And then the guy went to pour the soup into the container to go - only thing is, he felt it was far better to do it the quick way and just pick the bowl up, dump in the contents from one container to the other, and all as quickly as he could. However, he didn't take into consideration the spill factor on that method. Soup was going all over the table and heading right for my husband's lap. Luckily my husband caught the soup just before it reached the edge of the table....UGH!
We had a nice time out though and it did provide a good chuckle...especially when people look at me like, "Oh goodness, that poor woman! I wonder if her water will break RIGHT.HERe!"
Down to single digit days now, my friends!
Saturday, December 03, 2005
my magical snowflake
We got our tree all set up yesterday. It's gorgeous! Well, the tree is gorgeous, and I did the best job I could decorating it. All the ornaments are Disney, which couldn't please the munchkin more. She's dazzled by the lights and this morning spent quite a bit of time pointing out all the 'dog' ornaments and all the 'Mickey' ornaments. One thing she's a bit confused on though is the presents under the tree. We decided to go ahead and put the wrapped presents we have under the tree and work with her on the whole 'not touching only looking' ordeal. She's been pretty good about it, but she thinks the presents are all wrapped boxes of SHOES! So ~all~ morning long I had to listen to her try to explain to me that shoes shouldn't be wrapped, but instead should be allowed to be opened up by her and worn.
"Honey, I promise you that they aren't shoes...I PROMISE! Trust Mommy!"
What I eventually had to do was get one of her real shoe boxes from the closet and let her play with it. I showed her how she could put some of her small toys in it and play. That indeed worked, but as I went to get her down for her nap, I noticed she had carefully placed her shoebox full of little toys under the tree next to the other boxes. As much of a stinker as she is, she sure is cute.
Decorating the tree took me quite a bit of time and it was a bit akward being on the ladder in all my roly poly glory, but I did it! What I love the most is the magical snowflake I put on the tree...I can turn the tree lights on and off with one quick touch of it!
"Honey, I promise you that they aren't shoes...I PROMISE! Trust Mommy!"
What I eventually had to do was get one of her real shoe boxes from the closet and let her play with it. I showed her how she could put some of her small toys in it and play. That indeed worked, but as I went to get her down for her nap, I noticed she had carefully placed her shoebox full of little toys under the tree next to the other boxes. As much of a stinker as she is, she sure is cute.
Decorating the tree took me quite a bit of time and it was a bit akward being on the ladder in all my roly poly glory, but I did it! What I love the most is the magical snowflake I put on the tree...I can turn the tree lights on and off with one quick touch of it!
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