I seem to be surviving so far. At least, I think I am. :-)
The house is clean, the girls are happy, Chloe is played with, the baby is fed, and I've even managed to shower two days in a row. By the end of the day I'm exhausted, my mind is racing a million miles an hour, and I've consumed at least 6 cups of coffee, but hey, at least we're all taken care of, right?
I've snapped at Chloe a few times when she didn't really deserve it... my patience level drops quickly when she repeats herself a million times as if I haven't heard her. "Do you want to play with me?" is what we hear most often out of her. Yesterday while the baby was crying and I was trying to calm her, she kept asking me to play with her. I explained twice that I needed to take care of Cora first and then I would play, but she just kept asking "Do you want to play with me? Do you want to play with me?" Finally I just said "No! I dont' want to play with you right now." Then I felt bad, and her feelings were hurt. :o( I really need to work on my patience level with her. Today we're going to the library and I'm gonna let her stay later than normal to play with the other kids.I know she's just lonely and needs the interaction.
Cora's doing well. I can't decide if she's a fussy baby, or if most babies cry this much - I just don't remember. If she's awake though, she seems to be fussy more than she's happy. The trick is to hold her on your arm (the Daddy hold) and walk, not to slow, not too fast, and not to stop moving, all while patting her bottom in just the right rhythm. The only problem is that it makes it nearly impossible to do anything else. I put her in the sling last night to try it out, and she seemed really happy there for quite some time, long enough for me to get dishes washed, help Chloe pick up all her toys, and get Chloe ready for bed. Hopefully the sling will continue to be acceptable, so I can keep getting things done. She apparently hates the swing, the bouncer, the playmat, or anything else I have to entertain her with.
The house is all pretty much in order, amazingly. At some point in the morning Cora takes a nap for a couple hours, so I use that time to go through and at least accomplish my normal morning routine plus a few extras, like organizing a cabinet or desk here and there. Laundry is staying caught up, the dishes are usually washed, and everything is mostly in it's place. In addition, I've managed to do schoolwork both days with Chloe, as well as playing Barbies, animals, pretend, etc. with her.
I feel bad about my playing with Chloe. I always thought I'd love the day I got to play Barbies with my daughters. Now that the time is here, I just don't really like it all that much. It feels more like a chore than it does like playing. I'm not sure why that is. I often sit down for ten minutes, play, and then get up to do something else because I'm bored and restless, and there's always so much more to do. I keep trying to remind myself it won't be long before she doesn't want to play Barbies anymore, heck, before she doesn't want to play with me at all anymore! I need to learn to live for the moment more, to enjoy the little things, and spend less time worry about 'getting stuff done'. I'm a results-oriented person though, and that can be hard for me.
I've learned that with two children and a houseful of chores, knitting and other crafting doesn't get as much time anymore. I get approximately 15 minutes of knitting time each day, at night after both girls are asleep. I could probably squeeze in more, but by 9:30 or so I'm so exhausted I can't even focus on the stitches anymore. So I figure at this rate, Andrew's sweater should be finished about this time next year. LOL I have managed to make 3 wool soakers for Cora over the past two weeks, but that was mostly with Andrew home. Still need to put a leg cuff on one of them and haven't found the time to do that yet!
I'm a little nervous about how well my body is healing... they say you shouldn't continue to bleed red blood past a certain point, but every morning that's what I find. It slows down by the end of the day, but it's pretty heavy in the morning. They also say if you start to bleed red again that you need to slow down and stop doing so much, which is pretty near impossible for me. Things at least aren't really sore down there anymore, I can walk without much difficulty. I've been doing crunches and leg lefts and side twists and squats and such, trying to get my belly back to normal, so my abs are a little tender, but it's bearable. Amazingly, I'm back to my prepregnancy weight already - not that my prepregnancy weight was anything I want to brag about. LOL I just need to figure out how to tighten up all the loose skin hanging off my belly. It's so gross. I know how to burn fat, but how do you get rid of extra skin? Blech!
Alright, I'm done rambling. So much going through my head I can't really keep up! I'll write more later when I actually have something to say.
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
It's a....
GIRL!
Cora Lee Miller was born August 15, 2007 at 5:25 a.m. She was born at home in our living room in a big tub of water, and I can't imagine a more beautiful and gentle way to bring her into the world. She weighs 8 pounds, 3 ounces and is 21 inches long - a big, perfect, healthy little girl.
Tuesday night I started having some contractions, but nothing really time-able. I read for awhile, sipped a glass of red wine, and went to bed around 10:30. Isabel - our dog - woke me up at 3:00 to go outside. I got up to let her out when I realized I was having some pretty strong contractions so I timed them - every 4 minutes. I woke Andrew up about 3:15 and we called our midwife. He said to wait an hour and call him back and let him know how things were going, whether I was progressing at all. At 4 am I called and let him know contractions were about 2 minutes apart, if that, and very strong, along with some bloody show.
Hard labor was just starting about then. Andrew helped me get into the tub. I must say, I will NEVER give birth out of water again. The relief when I got in was instantaneous, so much pressure relieved. It didn't take away the pain, not by any means, but it sure did help tremendously! So I held on to the edge of the tub and sat on my knees, biting the foam on the side of the tub through the contractions. I got pretty nauseous and actually threw up a few times into the trash can Andrew was holding for me. Throwing up actually helped me get through a couple of those contractions. It was amazing how fast the time flew from 3am to 4 am and how slooooowly it went from 4 to 5. We called my mom and let her know she ought to come soon, and kept in touch with Bill, who was driving as fast as humanly possible all the way from Montrose, about an hour and a half away if you stick to the speed limit. He didn't. ;o)
Chloe woke up about 5:05, I was rather noisy and loud and she heard me. She was a little nervous, but held on to Andrew's leg and stood there with us. My mom came right after Chloe woke up and took her in the bedroom, and Bill showed up right after that. He checked me, found my water sac right there, and could feel the head. He told me as soon as my water broke, her head would come down and she'd be on her way out. He guessed about 10 more minutes. He went out to the car to get a few more things, and my water broke when he walked out the door. My water breaking was more relief - just felt like a little bubble popping inside of me, I couldn't feel a gush or anything since I was in water. But there was lots of relief! At that point I reached down and could feel her crowning. Bill made it back inside just in time for me to push her head out. We called my mom and Chloe to come back and they did. Then one more contraction and she was out!
She didn't start breathing right away and made us a little nervous, but with lots of rubbing and a bit of oxygen from the mask and she started crying and breathing just fine. It took us a few minutes to even look at see if she was a boy or a girl! We stayed in the tub together till I birthed the placenta, and then went into the bedroom where we could all snuggle up. She stayed attached to her cord for about an hour before they cut it, making sure she got all the good stuff out of it.
It was just the most amazing, perfect, wonderful experience. At one point, right around 5:00, I did say to Andrew "Remind me that I don't want to go to the hospital and get drugs." He reminded me and I agreed. It was hard - what labor isn't? But to have done it at home that way is something I will never forget, and something I wouldn't trade for the world. It felt so good to get out of the water and just get in bed and love my baby and my family. Everything was so relaxed, there was no rush, the most important thing was for all of us to be together and enjoy those first moments with our new little girl.
Two days later, things are great. Cora is nursing like a champ, practically 'round the clock, trying to get my milk to come down. She is just so beautiful, we all sit and just watch her sleep and smile at each other. I'm pretty sore, but really am recovering quickly. I was up walking around within an hour of her birth, though most of my time is spent laying down in bed with her or sitting in the recliner. I'm happy to report that I didn't tear at all - almost certainly thanks to being at home where there was no pressure from doctors for an episiotomy or to hurry and push her out.
Chloe is already a wonderful big sister. She is so, so happy that we have a little girl. She loves to hold her, and give her snuggles and kisses on the forehead. The only thing she doesn't like is the umbilical cord stump, and she'll tell you all about it! But she's been great from the beginning. I was so worried about having two, being able to share my love between them after having only Chloe for so long, but that just all disappears when the second one is born. You can just feel your heart growing with love for both of them.
And Andrew. Oh, what a wonderful daddy and husband he is! To see him with Cora just melts my heart - he is a natural. So sweet and gentle, and the smile on his face is one of pure love and joy. For the past two days he has cooked, cleaned, waited on me hand and foot, and spent plenty of time cuddling up with his new daughter. So happy am I to have him as the father of my child, and to have been able to give him this amazing gift. We're so happy he'll be able to take plenty of time off work to spend at home with us.
Thanks to all for the sweet comments and congratulations. I probably won't be able to message everyone back, but I appreciate your kind words!
Cora Lee Miller was born August 15, 2007 at 5:25 a.m. She was born at home in our living room in a big tub of water, and I can't imagine a more beautiful and gentle way to bring her into the world. She weighs 8 pounds, 3 ounces and is 21 inches long - a big, perfect, healthy little girl.
Tuesday night I started having some contractions, but nothing really time-able. I read for awhile, sipped a glass of red wine, and went to bed around 10:30. Isabel - our dog - woke me up at 3:00 to go outside. I got up to let her out when I realized I was having some pretty strong contractions so I timed them - every 4 minutes. I woke Andrew up about 3:15 and we called our midwife. He said to wait an hour and call him back and let him know how things were going, whether I was progressing at all. At 4 am I called and let him know contractions were about 2 minutes apart, if that, and very strong, along with some bloody show.
Hard labor was just starting about then. Andrew helped me get into the tub. I must say, I will NEVER give birth out of water again. The relief when I got in was instantaneous, so much pressure relieved. It didn't take away the pain, not by any means, but it sure did help tremendously! So I held on to the edge of the tub and sat on my knees, biting the foam on the side of the tub through the contractions. I got pretty nauseous and actually threw up a few times into the trash can Andrew was holding for me. Throwing up actually helped me get through a couple of those contractions. It was amazing how fast the time flew from 3am to 4 am and how slooooowly it went from 4 to 5. We called my mom and let her know she ought to come soon, and kept in touch with Bill, who was driving as fast as humanly possible all the way from Montrose, about an hour and a half away if you stick to the speed limit. He didn't. ;o)
Chloe woke up about 5:05, I was rather noisy and loud and she heard me. She was a little nervous, but held on to Andrew's leg and stood there with us. My mom came right after Chloe woke up and took her in the bedroom, and Bill showed up right after that. He checked me, found my water sac right there, and could feel the head. He told me as soon as my water broke, her head would come down and she'd be on her way out. He guessed about 10 more minutes. He went out to the car to get a few more things, and my water broke when he walked out the door. My water breaking was more relief - just felt like a little bubble popping inside of me, I couldn't feel a gush or anything since I was in water. But there was lots of relief! At that point I reached down and could feel her crowning. Bill made it back inside just in time for me to push her head out. We called my mom and Chloe to come back and they did. Then one more contraction and she was out!
She didn't start breathing right away and made us a little nervous, but with lots of rubbing and a bit of oxygen from the mask and she started crying and breathing just fine. It took us a few minutes to even look at see if she was a boy or a girl! We stayed in the tub together till I birthed the placenta, and then went into the bedroom where we could all snuggle up. She stayed attached to her cord for about an hour before they cut it, making sure she got all the good stuff out of it.
It was just the most amazing, perfect, wonderful experience. At one point, right around 5:00, I did say to Andrew "Remind me that I don't want to go to the hospital and get drugs." He reminded me and I agreed. It was hard - what labor isn't? But to have done it at home that way is something I will never forget, and something I wouldn't trade for the world. It felt so good to get out of the water and just get in bed and love my baby and my family. Everything was so relaxed, there was no rush, the most important thing was for all of us to be together and enjoy those first moments with our new little girl.
Two days later, things are great. Cora is nursing like a champ, practically 'round the clock, trying to get my milk to come down. She is just so beautiful, we all sit and just watch her sleep and smile at each other. I'm pretty sore, but really am recovering quickly. I was up walking around within an hour of her birth, though most of my time is spent laying down in bed with her or sitting in the recliner. I'm happy to report that I didn't tear at all - almost certainly thanks to being at home where there was no pressure from doctors for an episiotomy or to hurry and push her out.
Chloe is already a wonderful big sister. She is so, so happy that we have a little girl. She loves to hold her, and give her snuggles and kisses on the forehead. The only thing she doesn't like is the umbilical cord stump, and she'll tell you all about it! But she's been great from the beginning. I was so worried about having two, being able to share my love between them after having only Chloe for so long, but that just all disappears when the second one is born. You can just feel your heart growing with love for both of them.
And Andrew. Oh, what a wonderful daddy and husband he is! To see him with Cora just melts my heart - he is a natural. So sweet and gentle, and the smile on his face is one of pure love and joy. For the past two days he has cooked, cleaned, waited on me hand and foot, and spent plenty of time cuddling up with his new daughter. So happy am I to have him as the father of my child, and to have been able to give him this amazing gift. We're so happy he'll be able to take plenty of time off work to spend at home with us.
Thanks to all for the sweet comments and congratulations. I probably won't be able to message everyone back, but I appreciate your kind words!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Still no baby.
I'm gonna whine real quick, and then I'll be done. :oP
My back hurts, my thighs hurt, my pubic bone is killing me. I can't walk without waddling now, and even then it hurts. My feet hurt from walking so much yesterday - I can't even make it up the stairs without moaning. And this baby does NOT want to come out! First I can't carry a baby long enough, now I can't seem to get it to come out. :::sigh:::
And (no offense to everyone) I am so sick of everyone asking me if there's a baby yet. I had 6 calls this morning before 10 am. After the 5th, I changed my phone's voice mail. "Hi, you've reached Julie. No, there's no baby yet and yes, everything is fine. We'll let you know when something happens." Is that rude? Yeah, probably. I know everyone is just excited for us, anxious to find out what it is, etc. But ever since last night, every little thing has set me to tears, and each call this morning did the same. I'm sick of crying and acting so pitiful, so I just decided I'm not answering my phone anymore. If someone needs something other than to know if there's a baby, they can leave a message and I'll call back.
I've spent most of the day alternating between sitting up to knit and laying down to read, with a bit of coloring and chloe's school work. Standing is just miserable at this point, and sitting is supposedly not conducive to bringing on contractions, so laying down seems to be the best position, but then I feel like a lazy bum for laying around all day. Poor Andrew - he's just not sure what to do with me. I'm all weepy and gay, and he knows he can't fix it. I know he's gotta feel helpless, and i feel bad for being crabby with him.
Alright. I'm done whining now. At least this baby is full term - much better than too early, even if it is making me crazy. Thanks to all for the kind comments and helpful suggestions. I appreciate your reading and caring, and I'm sorry if I come across as bitchy. :o)
My back hurts, my thighs hurt, my pubic bone is killing me. I can't walk without waddling now, and even then it hurts. My feet hurt from walking so much yesterday - I can't even make it up the stairs without moaning. And this baby does NOT want to come out! First I can't carry a baby long enough, now I can't seem to get it to come out. :::sigh:::
And (no offense to everyone) I am so sick of everyone asking me if there's a baby yet. I had 6 calls this morning before 10 am. After the 5th, I changed my phone's voice mail. "Hi, you've reached Julie. No, there's no baby yet and yes, everything is fine. We'll let you know when something happens." Is that rude? Yeah, probably. I know everyone is just excited for us, anxious to find out what it is, etc. But ever since last night, every little thing has set me to tears, and each call this morning did the same. I'm sick of crying and acting so pitiful, so I just decided I'm not answering my phone anymore. If someone needs something other than to know if there's a baby, they can leave a message and I'll call back.
I've spent most of the day alternating between sitting up to knit and laying down to read, with a bit of coloring and chloe's school work. Standing is just miserable at this point, and sitting is supposedly not conducive to bringing on contractions, so laying down seems to be the best position, but then I feel like a lazy bum for laying around all day. Poor Andrew - he's just not sure what to do with me. I'm all weepy and gay, and he knows he can't fix it. I know he's gotta feel helpless, and i feel bad for being crabby with him.
Alright. I'm done whining now. At least this baby is full term - much better than too early, even if it is making me crazy. Thanks to all for the kind comments and helpful suggestions. I appreciate your reading and caring, and I'm sorry if I come across as bitchy. :o)
Monday, August 13, 2007
They say I'm supposed to sleep...
Ha! There is no way I'm gonna fall asleep!
Contractions are about 8 minutes apart, have been since around 10 pm. I called my midwife, he called 'the girls' - his assistant and apprentice. It'll take them about two hours to get to his house, then another hour and a half for them to get here, but they won't come till I call. In the meantime, he says, make sure I get some sleep so I'm rested. Yeah right. I also called Andrew, his crew had just left for the day, but he's gonna turn around and come home. It takes a few hours to get the birth tub filled.
Funny, all day yesterday I was weepy and emotional and restless and frustrated. I was convinced by 9:00 last night that this baby was just never going to come out on his/her own and I'd be forced to go to the hospital. LOL I have a way of overreacting when impatience gets in the way.
Now I just have to hope it's not a false alarm! I'd feel awful silly calling all these people in the middle of the night and have it turn out to be nothing. LOL I don't think it is though.
Any 'quick labor' vibes you all want to send out would be great! I'm sure I'll be blogging more as the day progresses just to keep myself occupied.
Contractions are about 8 minutes apart, have been since around 10 pm. I called my midwife, he called 'the girls' - his assistant and apprentice. It'll take them about two hours to get to his house, then another hour and a half for them to get here, but they won't come till I call. In the meantime, he says, make sure I get some sleep so I'm rested. Yeah right. I also called Andrew, his crew had just left for the day, but he's gonna turn around and come home. It takes a few hours to get the birth tub filled.
Funny, all day yesterday I was weepy and emotional and restless and frustrated. I was convinced by 9:00 last night that this baby was just never going to come out on his/her own and I'd be forced to go to the hospital. LOL I have a way of overreacting when impatience gets in the way.
Now I just have to hope it's not a false alarm! I'd feel awful silly calling all these people in the middle of the night and have it turn out to be nothing. LOL I don't think it is though.
Any 'quick labor' vibes you all want to send out would be great! I'm sure I'll be blogging more as the day progresses just to keep myself occupied.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
My mama loves me.
So my mom called first thing this morning while I was having my daily cup of half-caf coffee and enjoying some quiet computer time. My phone was in my bedroom on vibrate. She called twice, and I didn't answer either time. I did call her right back the second time, and she said "Where were you??" She sounded kind of upset. I explained, but she lectured me about keeping my phone on me so I'll hear it ring. She was convinced I was passed out and couldn't answer it, or had gone to the hopsital and had it turned off. She was getting ready to call Andrew but was afraid to worry him too. She determined instead to come over to my house to check on me. It's a good thing I answered when I did! Silly mama. :-) And ya know what? It feels so good to know she loves me enough to worry like that. I worry about her like that sometimes too. But all is better now, I reassured her that I'm fine and the baby is fine and we are all still alive and well. LOL
So I've spent the whole morning cleaning and letting Chloe watch Sprout on TV while she colors. I've gotten two loads of laundry washed and dried and folded, cleaned and dusted and vaccuumed the master bedroom, scrubbed the bathroom, even did the floors on my hands and knees, and got it all pretty and clean. Then I cleaned up the kitchen, swept and mopped that floor, and mopped the hallway for good measure. I've got another load of laundry to fold as soon as the floor dries so i can go get it. Then I'll do the living room and Chloe's room. I'm all hot and sweaty, and my whole body hurts, but I feel good about myself. Mopping is hard work when you're this pregnant - all that squatting and kneeling and bending and standing makes for lots of thigh and leg cramps and a sore tummy!
Chloe and I need to go to the store to get some produce and a few other things. We'll probably go soon before it gets too hot. We didn't go to farmer's market this thursday, went to my cousin's gymkhana instead, so we have no good fresh produce in the house. Not good for a child who is addicted to fresh fruits and veggies! There's a farmer's market tonight out in Fruita, about 20 minutes from here. Might go see what they have. I want more fresh peaches.
Other than that, should be yet another quiet day at home. I thought about inviting some friends from down the street to come over to play, but I just don't think I have the patience for any extra kids in the house right now. Instead maybe we'll do some extra school worksheets (since she loves them so) and perhaps do some coloring and such. All those fun, no running required activities. :-) Or maybe we should go play some soccer. Perhaps that'd convince this baby to hurry up and come out!
So I've spent the whole morning cleaning and letting Chloe watch Sprout on TV while she colors. I've gotten two loads of laundry washed and dried and folded, cleaned and dusted and vaccuumed the master bedroom, scrubbed the bathroom, even did the floors on my hands and knees, and got it all pretty and clean. Then I cleaned up the kitchen, swept and mopped that floor, and mopped the hallway for good measure. I've got another load of laundry to fold as soon as the floor dries so i can go get it. Then I'll do the living room and Chloe's room. I'm all hot and sweaty, and my whole body hurts, but I feel good about myself. Mopping is hard work when you're this pregnant - all that squatting and kneeling and bending and standing makes for lots of thigh and leg cramps and a sore tummy!
Chloe and I need to go to the store to get some produce and a few other things. We'll probably go soon before it gets too hot. We didn't go to farmer's market this thursday, went to my cousin's gymkhana instead, so we have no good fresh produce in the house. Not good for a child who is addicted to fresh fruits and veggies! There's a farmer's market tonight out in Fruita, about 20 minutes from here. Might go see what they have. I want more fresh peaches.
Other than that, should be yet another quiet day at home. I thought about inviting some friends from down the street to come over to play, but I just don't think I have the patience for any extra kids in the house right now. Instead maybe we'll do some extra school worksheets (since she loves them so) and perhaps do some coloring and such. All those fun, no running required activities. :-) Or maybe we should go play some soccer. Perhaps that'd convince this baby to hurry up and come out!
Friday, August 10, 2007
Frustrations of a divorced mama
Oy vey, I am frustrated!
For the past some odd weeks, every time Chloe comes back from her dad's house with these spots on her that are pretty obviously bug bites of some kind. We've ruled out mosquitoes and fleas, but still aren't sure what they are. On the weeks that I have her for 5 days in a row, they all start to fade and nearly go away, but as soon as she goes back over there they show up again. Today they are all over her face and arms, and she looks like she has chicken pox or something! I hate to even take her anywhere for fear people will think she's contagious. I wish he'd do something about it - call an exterminator and have them spray maybe? But he just says they cleaned and didn't see anything, there's nothing else they can do. I wonder if his house isn't maybe infested with bed bugs or something. I could understand maybe an occasional mosquito bite or something - she even gets those from our house - but to have several of these spots every time she comes home is just getting plain ridiculous. I hate sending her over there because she's getting eaten alive.
Today in general she's having a hard time. She came home from his house a little after noon and my friend Jessica was here with her daughter Alyssa and also Sophia. Chloe and Alyssa usually play so beautifully today, but Chloe just kept having little melt downs the whole time. Alyssa put her tea set away in the wrong place - she came running out crying. Alyssa wanted to be the dad instead of the baby while they played house - she came running out crying. She bumped her head on something, it didn't appear to be that bad, but she held her breath till she passed out, something she hasn't done in nearly a year. Every little thing is just really setting her off. After her friend left I laid down with her hoping some snuggle time with mama would lead to a nap (it almost always does.) After 45 minutes of laying there, she still didn't fall asleep so I let her get up. She's still overly sensitive though - she just asked to take her markers downstairs (something she hasn't been allowed to do for awhile now) and I said no, so she's throwing yet another fit. She's so full of anger and unhappiness right now, and just is not being herself on so many levels.
Her dad did find that his girlfriend will be having a baby boy (not till January sometime), and Chloe was disappointed because she wanted it to be a girl. Not sure if that could have something to do with it. I asked about it a little but she didn't want to talk about it, just said she didn't want a boy. I hope we have a girl for her sake, she wants a girl so, so bad. Two boys would just break her little heart. I asked if anything else happened at dad's house, but she just said "everything" and threw herself at me crying. I asked her "like what?" but again she didnt' want to talk about it. She's always a little off when she comes home from there, but today is just way different.
I wish I knew what was so wrong with my little girl :-(
In other news, I had my 40 week midwife appointment this morning. Everything still looks great, my uterus has grown to 40 cm, which is right on. He estimated approximately an 8 lb baby, but that's just a guess, he could be pretty far off. I may have lost part of my mucous plug this morning, but I'm not completely sure. Tested for amniotic fluid leaking and there isn't any. We're right there - everything is ready, my body is ready, the baby is big enough, it just needs to come out already! I'll have Andrew take some belly pics this afternoon so I can show y'all how huge I am. LOL
For the past some odd weeks, every time Chloe comes back from her dad's house with these spots on her that are pretty obviously bug bites of some kind. We've ruled out mosquitoes and fleas, but still aren't sure what they are. On the weeks that I have her for 5 days in a row, they all start to fade and nearly go away, but as soon as she goes back over there they show up again. Today they are all over her face and arms, and she looks like she has chicken pox or something! I hate to even take her anywhere for fear people will think she's contagious. I wish he'd do something about it - call an exterminator and have them spray maybe? But he just says they cleaned and didn't see anything, there's nothing else they can do. I wonder if his house isn't maybe infested with bed bugs or something. I could understand maybe an occasional mosquito bite or something - she even gets those from our house - but to have several of these spots every time she comes home is just getting plain ridiculous. I hate sending her over there because she's getting eaten alive.
Today in general she's having a hard time. She came home from his house a little after noon and my friend Jessica was here with her daughter Alyssa and also Sophia. Chloe and Alyssa usually play so beautifully today, but Chloe just kept having little melt downs the whole time. Alyssa put her tea set away in the wrong place - she came running out crying. Alyssa wanted to be the dad instead of the baby while they played house - she came running out crying. She bumped her head on something, it didn't appear to be that bad, but she held her breath till she passed out, something she hasn't done in nearly a year. Every little thing is just really setting her off. After her friend left I laid down with her hoping some snuggle time with mama would lead to a nap (it almost always does.) After 45 minutes of laying there, she still didn't fall asleep so I let her get up. She's still overly sensitive though - she just asked to take her markers downstairs (something she hasn't been allowed to do for awhile now) and I said no, so she's throwing yet another fit. She's so full of anger and unhappiness right now, and just is not being herself on so many levels.
Her dad did find that his girlfriend will be having a baby boy (not till January sometime), and Chloe was disappointed because she wanted it to be a girl. Not sure if that could have something to do with it. I asked about it a little but she didn't want to talk about it, just said she didn't want a boy. I hope we have a girl for her sake, she wants a girl so, so bad. Two boys would just break her little heart. I asked if anything else happened at dad's house, but she just said "everything" and threw herself at me crying. I asked her "like what?" but again she didnt' want to talk about it. She's always a little off when she comes home from there, but today is just way different.
I wish I knew what was so wrong with my little girl :-(
In other news, I had my 40 week midwife appointment this morning. Everything still looks great, my uterus has grown to 40 cm, which is right on. He estimated approximately an 8 lb baby, but that's just a guess, he could be pretty far off. I may have lost part of my mucous plug this morning, but I'm not completely sure. Tested for amniotic fluid leaking and there isn't any. We're right there - everything is ready, my body is ready, the baby is big enough, it just needs to come out already! I'll have Andrew take some belly pics this afternoon so I can show y'all how huge I am. LOL
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Inducing Exhaustion
I spent the morning running errands and shopping, hoping that walking would help bring on more contractions. All I did was exhaust myself!
Went to Kohl's looking for good deals on clothes for Chloe for next summer. All I got was one skirt and a tank top, and not even at that great of a price ($8.00 for both, but I prefer more like $1-2 each, which I often find there.) Then I went to Target and bought a car seat for the baby and a bathtub that fits into the sink. Funny, the car seat is one of the first and most important things most parents buy, since you can't bring a baby home from the hospital without one. But I haven't been in a rush to buy one at all - I wasn't even sure we'd have one before the baby came! After Target I went down to Main Street, purposely parked 4 blocks away from the toy store and walked all the way down there. I bought a Calico Critters family of dalmations to go with Chloe's doll house as a Christmas present. I saw a baby bedroom set that comes with twin baby animals, and was tempted to buy it as Chloe's 'big sister' present. I might still do that, we'll see. I think it'd be nice to give her a little something. After Main Street I went to Wal Mart, bought some groceries, a diaper pail, and a few other things.
And after all that, I now feel like I need a very long nap. I'm starving, I'm nauseous, my whole body hurts, especially "down there" since the baby keeps dropping more and more and my pelvis separates as well. I am definitely done walking for today. I walked about an hour and a half last night too when I went to the mall. Apparently this baby just isn't ready to come meet the world yet. My patience is waning!
Mark has Chloe today, until sometime after noon tomorrow. Part of me wants to be crafty all day and really enjoy the time I have, but a bigger part of me wants to take a nap first, so I think that's what I'll do, as soon as I get some food in this big ol' belly of mine!
Went to Kohl's looking for good deals on clothes for Chloe for next summer. All I got was one skirt and a tank top, and not even at that great of a price ($8.00 for both, but I prefer more like $1-2 each, which I often find there.) Then I went to Target and bought a car seat for the baby and a bathtub that fits into the sink. Funny, the car seat is one of the first and most important things most parents buy, since you can't bring a baby home from the hospital without one. But I haven't been in a rush to buy one at all - I wasn't even sure we'd have one before the baby came! After Target I went down to Main Street, purposely parked 4 blocks away from the toy store and walked all the way down there. I bought a Calico Critters family of dalmations to go with Chloe's doll house as a Christmas present. I saw a baby bedroom set that comes with twin baby animals, and was tempted to buy it as Chloe's 'big sister' present. I might still do that, we'll see. I think it'd be nice to give her a little something. After Main Street I went to Wal Mart, bought some groceries, a diaper pail, and a few other things.
And after all that, I now feel like I need a very long nap. I'm starving, I'm nauseous, my whole body hurts, especially "down there" since the baby keeps dropping more and more and my pelvis separates as well. I am definitely done walking for today. I walked about an hour and a half last night too when I went to the mall. Apparently this baby just isn't ready to come meet the world yet. My patience is waning!
Mark has Chloe today, until sometime after noon tomorrow. Part of me wants to be crafty all day and really enjoy the time I have, but a bigger part of me wants to take a nap first, so I think that's what I'll do, as soon as I get some food in this big ol' belly of mine!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Note to self:
*Do not fall down stairs when you are 39 1/2 weeks pregnant. It hurts.
Arghh. I slipped on the way down the stairs yesterday morning carrying a full laundry basket. We have very steep carpeted basement stairs, and flip flops have little grip on carpet, and down I went, bouncing on my butt the last 3 or 4 stairs. I'm fine, really - the baby is okay, and I didn't break my leg or anything, but my tail bone and whole, err, 'bottom region' are just killin' me. It was hard enough to sit or lay down comfortably before, but now it just hurts! Oy, I need to be more careful.
We did go and sit in my parents' hot tub last night, which was WONDERFUL. I dont' know why I haven't used it more during this pregnancy, I just don't always remember that they have it. But boy, it takes all the pressure off my back and legs and feet and the water just supports all that extra belly weight. It's amazing. I'm so glad we have a birthing tub! I can already imagine the relief from that.
Some relatives came into town last night, my cousin Hoss and his wife and daughters from California - Nanny's son. Her other son Tracy is coming with his wife on Thursday. One of the daughters is here to ride in a gymkhana Thursday evening so all us Colorado folk can see her perform. :o) I'm looking forward to it, I'm just sad Chloe can't be there to watch her (Mark has her.) We may spend some time with them today, not sure yet. I figure we better see 'em while we can since there might be a baby coming while they're here.
Other than that, just story time today at the library, and some regular housecleaning and chores to do. I really need to bake some banana muffins from the extra-ripe bananas in there, and I think we'd all like some cookies so I might make some of those too. And I wanna run some more laundry through, though I don't have full loads. It occurred to me I better really keep up on that because I don't want anyone else doing my laundry after the baby comes. I hate letting anyone else wash my laundry. LOL
Anyhow, there's a sleepy girl who needs some snuggling laying on the floor next to me, I guess I'm gonna go get some lovin' from her before our day takes off. :o)
Arghh. I slipped on the way down the stairs yesterday morning carrying a full laundry basket. We have very steep carpeted basement stairs, and flip flops have little grip on carpet, and down I went, bouncing on my butt the last 3 or 4 stairs. I'm fine, really - the baby is okay, and I didn't break my leg or anything, but my tail bone and whole, err, 'bottom region' are just killin' me. It was hard enough to sit or lay down comfortably before, but now it just hurts! Oy, I need to be more careful.
We did go and sit in my parents' hot tub last night, which was WONDERFUL. I dont' know why I haven't used it more during this pregnancy, I just don't always remember that they have it. But boy, it takes all the pressure off my back and legs and feet and the water just supports all that extra belly weight. It's amazing. I'm so glad we have a birthing tub! I can already imagine the relief from that.
Some relatives came into town last night, my cousin Hoss and his wife and daughters from California - Nanny's son. Her other son Tracy is coming with his wife on Thursday. One of the daughters is here to ride in a gymkhana Thursday evening so all us Colorado folk can see her perform. :o) I'm looking forward to it, I'm just sad Chloe can't be there to watch her (Mark has her.) We may spend some time with them today, not sure yet. I figure we better see 'em while we can since there might be a baby coming while they're here.
Other than that, just story time today at the library, and some regular housecleaning and chores to do. I really need to bake some banana muffins from the extra-ripe bananas in there, and I think we'd all like some cookies so I might make some of those too. And I wanna run some more laundry through, though I don't have full loads. It occurred to me I better really keep up on that because I don't want anyone else doing my laundry after the baby comes. I hate letting anyone else wash my laundry. LOL
Anyhow, there's a sleepy girl who needs some snuggling laying on the floor next to me, I guess I'm gonna go get some lovin' from her before our day takes off. :o)
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