Sunday, August 30, 2009

7 months and counting

Yes, it's been a while since my last post (ahem...Andrea!), so let me try to recap my summer here...

I am now well-acquainted with this chap called "5 in the morning" in order to get to work on time. The only side-effect is that I now want to sleep at 8:30pm, a luxury afforded only to Susan.

Work is going great; great boss, nice co-workers, Pizza Days on Thursdays at the cafeteria. My job is basically to help the nice people in Edmonton get paid on time. I also got a parking pass now, which is a relief because I don't need to move my car anymore so I don't get a ticket for parking on the street! One thing I'm still getting used to is my co-workers talking about when they're retiring-several of them will be gone by this time next year. Once, the conversation turned to when I was going to retire...July 2039 seems like a *long* ways away!

Jillian has been learning more words; we are doing sign language with her while we are saying the words and it has been doing wonders. We're quite happy with her progress. She said 'Susan' today-very cute! Now if she can stay off the coffee table...

She's also interacting with Susan more often. Most times this happens when they are sharing Susan's toys. Jillian's happy because she's playing with her old toys, Susan get ecstatic because Jillian is gracing her with her presence!

Susan's growing and changing in leaps and bounds. Earlier this summer she was rolling from tummy to back and reaching for objects; now she can roll from back to front, sit up for long periods of time without falling over, and does a quasi shimmy/wriggle/crawl. She is definitely motivated when there's a toy or her sister in front of her! She can manage going backwards, but I'm sure it won't be long before she's full-out crawling. She's started eating solids, and although she's not too crazy about cereal, she does enjoy sweet potatoes, peas and carrots. She can also feed herself MumMums - think of when you have communion at church; it pretty much tastes the same. Other things she enjoys; drinking water out of my glass, Goldfish (crackers, not the swimming kind), and bread. She's also outgrown her baby carrier and infant carseat(according to my poor back!), so we've gotten new seats for the car.

Michael and I have pretty much made the mommy/daddy transition. Case in point; Jillian was sick a couple of weeks ago, and who did she want to sleep with? Yup, Daddy. She tried to lie down on top of me, but decided that I wasn't comfortable enough. Michael even wakes up during the night if the girls wake up; I'm usually sleeping like a log unless he brings Susan to me to feed her.

So, yes, I am still breastfeeding. I'm bringing in a pump(it's the hospital-grade kind that you can rent monthly). No issues at all. If anyone asks me what's in the fluroescent orange bag, I tell them that it's my breastpump. Guaranteed conversation killer! I do plan on stopping by the end of the year. I've still got a bunch of milk in the freezer, which I rotate so I don't have to throw any out*, so that should be fine until she reaches her first birthday.

Home life is still pretty hectic now that my housewifey duties are crammed together, but I'm more productive now, I find. Laundry waits for no one! Michael has taken up the dinners and dishes, which is very nice to come home to! I'm very happy I married a man who can cook!

My next challenge is to get another posting out before Cheers!

*In accounting terms, First In, First Out-I thaw the oldest ones out and Susan eats it. Then I put new milk in there to replace it. I do not reach in the freezer and turn the bags!

Friday, August 07, 2009

High School Health Ed Course

What they should really be teaching to try to prevent teen-age pregnancy!

Chapter 1. Why stretch marks are like tattoos-they stick around!

Chapter 2. Sleeping-what is that?

Chapter 3. Disposable income - the new myth.

Chapter 4. Dirty diapers and baby puke- welcome to the new perfume that you will be wearing this season.

Chapter 5. Remember that cute outfit you bought last week? It will *never* look the same on you again.

Chapter 6. Yes, the baby has to come out of you one way or another.

Chapter 7. Pain management - it still hurts like a mother-f******!!!!

Chapter 8. Celebrities look amazing 2 weeks after birth thanks to their best friend - plastic surgery.

Chapter 9. Breast-feeding helps you lose weight - and other myths.

Chapter 10. Babies- they grow up to be teenagers, just-like-you.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Back to Work

Well, I've now finished 2 weeks of work. I remember crying at leaving Jillian behind; I felt like I was abandoning her. It didn't help that she was in tears at the sitters. This time, it's been really good. I usually leave before the girls wake up, and I get to see their smiles when I get home, which is great.

The girls don't seem to be too fazed at the new arrangement. I think the greatest change is with Michael since it wasn't often that he would be at home all day with the girls by himself! I enjoy that he's really getting to know the girls in-depth, the kind that happens when they're stuck like glue to you all day!

Susan's fine with the bottle during the day arrangement. I'm still there for her last 2 feedings, so I can get her to sleep no problem.

Jillian gets to play with Michael a lot now, which she loves-I know he's the more 'fun' parent for playing games for a long period of time. In particular, she enjoys the playground at the local elementary school, which he tries to get her to every day if the weather is good.

My work has been awesome with letting me pump milk. I tried it in the bathroom the first day but:
A) it was very awkward trying to relax when sitting on a toilet, and having your co-worker make musical sounds the next stall over...bleaugh!
B) 'sanitary' & 'toilet' do not belong in the same sentence.

So I am able to go into a (female!) co-worker's office with a dividing screen, and get my business done. My boss says it's the first time in 23 years as a manager that he's ever been asked for this particular request.

Things I'm excited about at my new work:
-nice boss
-nice co-workers
-great hours (and flexible too!)
-photo id pass that says, 'hey, I belong here'(you can stop laughing at me now!). Plus my picture isn't too bad either! I just look short in it, that's all. Imagine my head at the bottom of the picture, and a *lot* of background in the top half of the picture.

Friday, June 26, 2009

500 Ounces

Odd title for a post, I know. But what does this mean?

It's the exact amount of breastmilk in my freezer.

You're asking yourself: Why the heck are you telling me this and why do you have that much stashed away? Is there another baby you're not telling us about? Did Madonna have a 2 for 1 special in Malawi and giving you one?


I'm heading back to work as of June 29th. I got a call from the government with 'an offer I couldn't refuse'. Full-time permanent position. This means that I will be giving up half of my maternity leave and going back early. Michael and I talked about it, and he will be taking the rest of the parental leave, until the end of the year. Michael's always joked about taking 1/2 of the parental leave, since he was 1/2 the reason we had a baby in the first place!

Some other reasons why it's easier to go back before scheduled:
-Susan's my second baby, so I've already gone through this going back to work scenario.
-In Taiwan, women return to work after 1 month. In the US, women return after 6 weeks. I've been off work almost 8 months so far-I'm pretty damn lucky to be in Canada.
-Michael's great with the girls, and I know that he can handle them. They are pretty easy kids to take care of.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be at home for the rest of the year, and I'll probably cry my first week of work(but not at the office!). But I'm also very excited.

Monday, June 22, 2009

5 Months Old

Susan's still going strong. Her rolling over is getting better. In fact, she rolled on her back last night at 3AM(yes, she sleeps on her tummy and I can hear you yelling at me!), woke up completely, and called me. When I showed up, she was wriggling and proud of her accomplishments, and wanted to celebrate by eating.

I managed to stumble to bed about 20 minutes later...

Something new I learned with Jillian the other day:
She was eating her rice and enjoying it. As she was working on her last mouthful of food, I placed a bowl of applesauce in front of her. She immediately spat out her rice so she could enjoy her dessert.

Lesson learned!

Friday, June 12, 2009


We were sick this past week. Michael picked up a bug on Thursday, and I didn't get sick until Sunday. Luckily, both girls are fine. Hopefully, they're past the point of infection, because there's no way I'd want them to get what we have. It was like a really bad cold, or a flu. I was looking at the symptoms of swine flu, but it didn't seem as intense as what they were saying.

I left 'my' Michael at home on Saturday, June 8th so I could visit Fawn, 'her' Michael, and their girls. Now that I think about it, we hadn't seen each other in about 9 years, but I felt very comfortable and we were chatting as if we had seen each other only last week. Ahhh, the power of the internet! Fawn, I hope you guys didn't catch this, but if you did, I am really, really sorry. It was only the day after I saw you that it hit me.

So I spent this week in isolation. I didn't even really call anyone because I sounded like one of those people who are trying to disguise their voices on the phone. Really, I sounded like a robot who coughed a lot.

Anyway, we're on the mend, and we should both be 100% by the end of the weekend.

Speaking of health issues, I saw my doctor yesterday about the dermoid cyst that he removed. I thanked him for doing a really great job. His reply? "Of course!" What a confident man. Anyway, they poked at the cyst and determined that it wasn't cancerous- it wasn't showing signs of being cancer anyway during the ultrasound, so I never worried about that. I asked if they found anything cool in there, like my twin sister(can you tell I watch too many wonky shows?), and he said no, just the usual stuff, nothing exciting. Everything is smooth sailing from here on in. Case closed!

I'm happy that the weather is finally getting nice and warm. I was afraid that summer was never going to show it's face. I'm even able to get the girls all dressed up in their cute summer outfits! I must say that that's one of the perks of having girls. Do I dress them up in *this* cute outfit,

or *that* cute outfit?

Or Jillian could just step on her sister and avoid all of this:

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

I was hanging out on the bed with Susan while I was talking to my friend Shawn. I put her on her tummy, and *poof*, she rolled over!

I told Shawn, and his response was, "OK". LOL... I found it funny because I would have had the same reaction before I had kids.

I was practicing with her every time I took her out of the crib or when she had her tummy time. She seemed to like it. Before this, she would move around like a minute hand on a clock when on her tummy.

One of my favourite things to do to her is to kiss her neck while sounding like Cookie Monster. She starts to giggle (then gets the hiccups). I LOVE IT!!!

Jillian's still indifferent to Susan, but today she's started drooling...on purpose?! And she knows that she's doing it too; she even makes little bubbles! What the heck is that about??? I guess she sees all the wet shirts that Susan slobbers on? At least she's still feeding herself. She can really put away Shepherd's Pie by herself. And I'm thrilled that she was asleep by 8:30pm tonight. For the last week, she's been up till midnight. I've had to wake her up before 7am, and make sure she gets little or no naptime. It finally worked! Now I have to keep her entertained in the morning instead of crawling back to bed-boo hoo!

Susan's not ready to eat cereal yet, but I'm sure in the next month or two, she'll be rearing to go. She's already showing interest in watching us eat, and even makes chewing motions when we do. She's already got her fists in her mouth, and Michael helped her tonight with her toes.

Wow! This was really rambling. Hope I didn't bore you too much!

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Dora & Jillian

Jillian went to her first show on May 29th, to see Dora the Explorer.

(If you don't know who Dora is, she's basically crack for toddlers.)

Anyway, my mom took her to the 7pm show. She just loved it, smiling, dancing, and clapping her hands with everyone else. I wish I could have seen that! Once the intermission started, she got irritable and wanted to leave. Even when the show started up again, she was d.o.n.e. I think she fell asleep on the way home and proceeded to keep my mom up till midnight.

Saturday night was quiet. Chores during the day, and I'm pretty sure I was in bed by 9:30pm. And to think I used to wish I was an adult so I could stay up as late as I wanted to! HA!

Today, we spent the afternoon with Michael's sisters and their children. It was wonderful; great company, non-fussy and non-crying kids, and fabulous food. We would have stayed longer, but we needed to pick Jillian up. Got to spend time with Mom, but soon enough, we were back on the road home.

Well, it's 9:10pm now, so that leaves me about 20 minutes before my bedtime. Susan seems to think that waking up at 4am is a good idea. Yeesh. I guess I'm officially un-cool now.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Hair of the Dog

Most people think pregnancy lasts only 9 months. Yes, you carry the baby for that long, but the hormones like to party it up a big longer in the body, and now they are starting to realize that the party's over and it's time to go home.

My hair has started to fall out. This happened with Jillian too, and don't ask me why I'm surprised and shocked at the amount that falls out every day.

You wanna wig? Fake moustache? Beard? Lemme run my fingers through my hair a few times. There ya go.

Unfortunately Susan is going through this too, thanks to breastfeeding. I don't know if her hair would have fallen out any sooner had I been giving her formula from the start or not. Jillian's hair fell out and it looked like we shaved the bottom 1/2 of her head. Susan's heading in the same direction. I'm just glad it didn't happen in reverse, or she would be looking like a balding person with a mullet.

Luckily, Susan has fine, teeny-tiny adorable baby hair. You barely even notice when it's gone. Me? I look like I literally pull clumps out of my hair.

Monday, May 18, 2009

T minus 3 days

Susan's almost at the 4 month mark already. Holy cow!

Her sleeping habits are changing-again! She'll still go to bed between 9-11, but enjoys waking me up around 5:30-6. She'll eat her early breakfast, then go back to sleep for another 3 hours. Then it's eat, awake for 3 hours, eat, asleep for 3 hours, eat, repeat. I've had to be careful with her being in her swing, as she enjoys taking mini-naps, which can throw us off and makes for one cranky baby and one sleepy mommy!

She's enjoying her various play structures, including her exersaucer, which means that she can actually be upright, which she loves. She likes making stepping movements as soon as she gets in there. She's also getting a kick out of reaching for toys and putting them in her mouth. Jillian gets a kick out of spinning the exersaucer around and around while Susan's in it!

She's really upping her babbling with us, and I could have sworn a couple of times that she repeated what we said! Then I drank more imaginary Caesars....
She's also really starting to laugh/giggle with us, and when she's laughed too much, she gets the hiccups! Poor girl, but we love it, so we keep at it!

She's really interested in the TV now; when we move her away from the screen, she turns her head so she can keep watching the show. Michael didn't like that, so now we make a point of having her facing us instead, or playing with one of her toys.

Trying to get a picture of both girls is not easy. I usually get something like this:

But I'll get the hang of it one day.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Ultimate Garbage Day

Twice a year, we get to throw out household stuff. Like couches, appliances, etc, with a few exceptions. Why am I excited about this?

Last year when we moved in, we managed to get rid of a bunch of the previous owners' stuff, but our basement still had a lot of...random stuff. Then there was another large throwout day, but Michael was out of town, and I'm too prissy to be lifting heavy stuff. Oh yeah, and I was pregnant too!

I guess I feel like I'm on one of those TV shows where people de-clutter their lives and gain some real space and order in their home. Keep, toss, toss, toss. Yipee! Plus, it'll be our chance to finally make the basement 'ours'.

Does this mean that I'm going to finally get around to going through the boxes that are packed full of sentimental items? Noooo, but I swear that the next time to Costco, I will finally donate the glasses that I wore in university to charity. And the pair I had in high school. I'm pretty sure I threw out the pair I had in middle school...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

You caught my eye across the crowded room. The attraction was instant; we had lots in common. I took you home.

Then I started to be afraid. Self-doubt crept in. Can we make this work? I turned away from you without explanation and stayed away for months, then years.

Then finally, I took a deep breath and approached you, ready for a new start and to leave the past behind. There were some mis-steps, but we're working through them. And slowly, we are getting closer. The knowledge that we can make things work between us. I don't need to be afraid anymore.

I can cook!!! Thank you, my cherished cookbook! Ours is not a monogamous relationship; there are others in your family that attract me, like your Thai cousin, and your Dessert-in-law. But I will always come back to you.


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Mother's Day

I had a great Mother's Day even though I'm still uncomfortable from the surgery. Michael's been a huge help around the house, and has been making supper for me.

Mom took Jillian all day Saturday and returned her on Sunday. It was great to have Jillian spend time with her Abuela, but we still missed her lots.

Michael got the girls to make me cards for Mother's Day; they each have their footprints on the front page-I love it! Hallmark's got nothing on these! It's even got their toe-prints on there too! Also got a few SD cards for my new camera that Mom gave me for my birthday-Perfect! I've been a bit of a shutterbug lately, so it's nice not to have to download the pictures every few days.

Don't know how on earth I can top that for Father's Day... I remember making a card for Michael from Jillian.
Picture of an 'eye'
Picture of a 'heart'
Picture of Jillian pointing to the camera 'you'

Better get my thinking cap on!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's Day Quiz

How long have you been a Mom?
March 1, 2007

Girl? Boy?
2 girls

How old were you with your first child??
27 years old

How much did your child(ren) weigh?
6 pounds, 15 oz and 6 pounds, 12 oz

Do you want more kids?

How many times have you been peed on?
Too many to count...

Is your child named after anyone?
Jillian-I just really really liked the name
Susan-after Michael's mom

Did you really brush their teeth even when they only had one or two?
Nope. Only the fear of rotting teeth got me in line.

One thing you did give up now that you're a mom?
Skiing(I was preggo during 2 ski seasons), drinking(preggo or breastfeeding)

Where is/are your child(ren) now?

March 1 and Jan 21

Who was in the room when baby was born?
Jillian-Michael and the medical staff
Susan-medical staff

Any hair?

Was baby early or late?
Both were about 2 weeks early-thank goodness!

Who drove you home from hospital?

When did baby start sleeping through the night?
Jillian 1.5 years, Susan 3 months

Breastfeed? If not, what kind of formula?
Breast & Bottle for Jillian, so far just Breast for Susan

When do you want to have another?
*if* we do, maybe 2-3 years from now. Depends on my sanity at that point!

What was your pain management?
Breathing. They both came so fast there wasn't time for meds.

Anyone spend the night with you the first night in the hospital?

Friday, May 08, 2009


I have to say that Thursday went pretty well, and I love the staff at the Montfort Hospital.

Mom got me there for 9:30, and a nurse checked me in at 9:45. I was told to remove my clothes (and dignity), and place them in a plastic bag. You know, like in those prison movies! I then went through several checklists by 2 or 3 nurses. It might have been redundant, but I was happy that they weren't interested in making any mistakes. Got my blood pressure, temperature and oxygen level checked too. There was a student doctor there too, who was learning the anaesthetic aspect. Very nice, and had a tattoo on her left wrist that said 'Breathe'.

They wheeled me in around 11:30 or so, and it was a downright festive atmosphere in there! I laid down on the table, laid out both arms on either side, and the team got to work. I was given something in my IV to 'help me relax', and an oxygen mask to breathe through. I remember saying "Bye bye", then the next thing I knew, my doctor was leaning over me telling me that everything went very well and that it was all done.

I spent the next little while in recovery, and Michael picked me up after 4pm. I was still drowsy after everything they pumped in me.

I'm off the painkillers-I felt too out of it yesterday and was nauseous on and off. It was a morphine-based painkiller, and I was also a bit concerned about how it was affecting Susan. She slept a lot as well, but it's not something I want her to get used to!

So I'm feeling uncomfortable, but only a minute amount of pain. Stubbing my toe would hurt more. I'm going to have 3 scars; 1 in my belly button, and 2 below the waistline(no, I'm not getting into any more detail than that!). Hopefully I won't have to go through that experience again though!

Sunday, May 03, 2009


I went to the hospital on Thursday for my pre-op appointment for the cyst that I have on my right ovary. Basically, they're taking out the cyst, and more than likely, my right ovary as well. The cyst is about the size of an egg, and if it bursts, it will be painful, as in labour pain-painful. There were no signs of it being cancerous when I was having my multiple ultrasounds.

So on May 7th, I'll be showing up, waiting around for 2 hours(much like an airport!), get sliced and diced, wait around for another couple of hours, then go back home that night.

My doctor says that it's still possible if we want to have more children, as chances are that Susan came out of my left ovary.

Am I nervous? Sure. Watching all those episodes of ER and Grey's Anatomy probably doesn't help! I suppose my biggest fear is them telling me, "Ma'am, we've found some rare disease/your twin/an alien in your abdomen." Or just not waking up. When I delivered my kids, I was just worried about the pain, not any possible complications.

In any case, I'll have lots of help when I get home. And hopefully I'll get some sweet, sweet drugs...ah, Tylenol 3's, here I come!!!

PS. If you want to see a video of the surgery, you can find it here. It's set to music for some reason...weird.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Open Letter to the IOC

Dear Olympic Committee,

I do love the Olympics (IE. Men's gymnastics), but I am proposing a children's-oriented Olympics. I present to you the following events:

0-12 months:
-Spitting up - 2 categories of 'Consistent aim', and 'Volume'.
As in, always my left shoulder so I have run out of nice shirts to wear. Only *today* did it occur to me to wear my ratty shirts. Keep in mind Susan is 3 months now.

-Burps after a feeding - 2 categories of 'Number of burps' and 'Decibels'.
My little one likes to sound like a teenager after chugging a can of Coke.

-Farts - 2 categories of 'Smell' and 'Decibels'

-Diapers- 2 categories of 'Stink' and 'Decibels'. Have I mentioned that my little one does not do anything quietly except sleep?

-Whining. I'm talking Jim Carrey in 'Dumb and Dumber' making "the most annoying sound in the world" quality

-Feeding. This can include longest time spent eating a teeny-tiny amount of food. Also, you could include the most amount of food in mouth before gagging.

Then there are the tandem events with parents, like:
-Making it to an appointment on time
-Grocery shopping with 2 kids
-Feeding 2 hungry kids at the same time
-Getting a potty under a child as she's about to pee on the floor
-Cleaning up after a toddler - This is more of an endurance event, as it lasts from 7am to 7pm.

You may not know this, but some parents I know have been continuously training day in and day out. They're quite dedicated.

Anyway, I hope to hear back from you soon with your ideas.


Monday, April 27, 2009

Dirty Thirty

Another decade is here...yikes! I have to admit that I was down in the dumps at the prospect of leaving my 20's behind. Goodbye youth!

But Michael did make me stop and think about my achievements: finishing University, traveling, marriage to a great guy, and 2 wonderful little girls. Plus, we're the proud owners of 1.5 waterfront acres(and all the responsibilites that come with it-HA!). Not to mention that I can cook without making anyone ill-that was a big step for me.

On my actual birthday, it was my mom, Michael and the girls, then I had lunch with my friends the next day.

We got our patio set and a BBQ last week. We've been putting together the BBQ since Friday. Today is Monday. If you're not a fan of putting together IKEA furniture, then I don't recommend putting BBQ's together. We would have put it together sooner, but either:
Jillian needs our attention, or
Susan needs our attention.

This has been way easier than putting together our PAX wardrobes (also from IKEA), but more time-consuming. I'm just happy that I'm not lifting 100 pound boards and I can just order Michael around instead.

Susan's spending more and more time on her tummy, and is learning how to turn herself in a circle. It's like watching a wiggly, drooling clock, with her speed somewhere between the second hand and minute hand. She was able to get to the 3 o'clock position in 5 minutes. It would have been even cuter had she not left a trail of spit-up!

Anyway, just waiting for Susan to demand her last feeding of the day, and then I can go to bed myself!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Earth Day

I guess my only Earth-Day story happened at the supermarket today. Loblaws and it's other stores have chosen to not give out free plastic bags anymore, and will be charging customers 5 cents per bag now. Personally, I think that this is a great thing. A small way to feel good. Plus, I already have several reusable bags, plus a box that I always manage to leave behind at home. This is definitely a good incentive. I will miss my primary source for bags for the diaper pail though!

However, I feel sorry for all those poor employees that will be berated for implementing the change.

People, these low-end of the totem employees did not come up with this idea. If you really don't like it, give Galen Weston a shout (he's the head honcho around those parts). Heck, if you want to feel better, yell at the manager of the store. That's what he gets paid to deal with, not the lady getting minimum wage to support her family.

I did smile when I said "No thank you" when I was offered to buy a bag. I guess my only beef is that I didn't feel like they were really telling customers in advance. I only found out by accident. But I will keep that thought to myself.

Other that that, I wasn't very earthy. I drove into town and drank water out of a plastic bottle. I was trying to find a water fountain to refill it at the mall to feel half the guilt but couldn't find one. I bought 2 bags of disposable diapers. And I'm pretty sure I ate out of a styrofoam container at lunch. Guess I have a long way to go...

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Three Months

Susan's reached the 3 month mark today. I suppose that doesn't really make her a 'new'-born anymore, but more in the simpler 'baby' category. She has changed a lot. She's able to recognize Michael, Jillian and myself (with an adorable smile when she does realize that we're there!), and really getting into her baby talk. She'll pinch me really hard too, but at least I know it's not malicious, just pretty painful! Her nails are getting stronger, and I've got a nice set of scratches just below my collarbones-hopefully non-permanent.

The hardest thing about last month was getting her to drink for the bottle, but I'm glad that Michael was able to pull it off.

The best thing (so far) is having her sleep through the night! It's definitely in the 6-8 hour range, and makes for a better-rested Mommy. Ahhh...

Jillian's grown even more accepting and is used to having her around. She even loves to help me out:

She's trying to give Susan her bottle, having watched me closely. She's also given me Susan's diapers when it's time to change her. I guess Jillian realizes that Susan is here to stay!

Sunday, April 19, 2009


I met my newest niece at Pam's house. (Maybe I should call her Banana Pam-see my last post). She was born earlier this month, but we only got to see her yesterday because either Michael was sick, or I was sick. No need to share that kind of love!!!

Anyway, it's only been 2 months since Susan was born, but she's changed so much, it was great to hold a smaller version. There's just something about looking at a baby asleep, with hands around the face, all wobbly and curled up, and the way that they relax against you...ahhh.

Oh, I still get that with Susan, but she's getting more physical too. My lap has been a jumping off point lately, and she doesn't just lay there unless she's totally asleep. Even then, she likes to fart on me. Constantly. But that's another story.

Another thing I enjoyed is that our first girls are 9 months apart. Huge in baby terms, but when they get older, it won't mean much. It'll be great for them to have cousins to play with.


For the first time in 20 years, I ate a banana and...enjoyed it!

Let me go back here...

Up until I was about 8 years old, I LOVED bananas, couldn't get enough of them.
Then one day at my Granny's house, I was eating a sliced banana in a bowl with milk and sugar. I ate it, then declared, "I don't want to eat any more bananas." Overnight, I couldn't even be in the same room as a banana because it smelled so bad, and would gag if I had a bite.

Over the years, I would have people proclaim:
"You don't like bananas? Here, eat this, you can hardly taste the banana." (Yeah, right. What food do you not like? Do you want me to make you eat it? Didn't think so.)

"You don't like bananas? But it has as much iron as a piece of steak!" (Thanks, you've just reinforced my argument. I'd much rather eat a steak than a banana!)

Or I'd just get the sneaky people who'd try to slip it in a dish and act all innocent when I noticed the awful scent wafting into my delicate nostrils. Bleaugh!

Then a few years ago, it didn't smell as bad as it used to. Then I had a sip of Michael's smoothie with banana in was okay, but I couldn't manage to drink a whole glass myself.

Then yesterday, Pam (my sister-in-law) gave me fruit salad. It smelled good. It tasted even better. What the heck was that sweet tasting fruit? A banana???


I decided not to say anything until I had eaten the whole bowl. What if halfway through, I changed my mind? Nope, still delicious.

So I like bananas. We're taking things slowly, and letting the relationship bloom. After all, it's been over 20 years, and there's no need to rush things. Maybe one day the unconditional love will return...

Monday, April 06, 2009

I got a kick out of this...

I got this in the mail the other day with my Quebec child assistance payment. When I saw the picture, my first thought was, "How did they know?" Do they send out other combinations to other couples? Asian/White? Black/Asian?

Then I figured out that I wasn't *that* special!

But seriously, I haven't seen that many interracial couples in mainstream advertising. But I could also apply that to gay, goth, little people and any other couple combination. I did enjoy receiving it.

And yes, I did do my taxes. Advertising works!

Saturday, April 04, 2009

First of All

I was an Auntie once again on Friday morning. Welcome Olivia! I can't wait to meet you!

Thursday was a great day also. When Jillian's sitter was putting her down for her nap, she turned to the dog and said, "Tutu do-do" (French for "Tutu, sleep"). I have been concerned about her lack of speaking, but I was happy that she put those words together in the right context!

Now I just need to start listening to her in French as well as English!

Susan's really getting the hang of holding her head up, smiling and 'talking' to me, and I swear I could feel some definition in her leg muscles!

Today Jillian and I (well, it was mostly me) were playing with my old Barbies from the 80's. I finally gave Ken some dignity back after 20 years by dressing him in his clothes, and even his shoes. The shoes didn't match, but I could have sworn that he smiled at me once he was decent again. I still had most of the original clothes that the Barbies came with, and even several pairs of shoes. I got rid of the headless Barbie (Maybe I was changing one of them agressively?), and dressed everyone else. I still had all the outfits that my Granny had knitted for me, which brought back some great memories.

A few things I noticed:
-the Barbies came from the Philippeans, China, Taiwan and Mexico
-I had forgotten how skin-tight all the clothes were, and how it wasn't easy to dress her upper body with her arms that weren't bendable
-The hair! Arg! I didn't even attempt to brush it, for fear I'd scalp the ladies.

I still had fun going back in time, and it's great to be able to share it with Jillian too.

Monday, March 30, 2009

The B-word

Arg. It's that time again...for the ...BOTTLE!

The breastfeeding is going great and I love it, especially that this time around I don't feel like a cow being milked for hours on end. It's because of the surgery I'll be having on May 7th for my dermoid cyst, and I don't want Michael to go bonkers trying to feed Susan. This is how it goes:

10pm-Michael goes to bed (lucky...), and I get 1 ounce ready for Susan. You heard me, the same size as a shot of tequila, rum, that teeny-weeny glass you could step on and barely notice.
10-11pm. WAAAH! (gulp air) WAAAHHHHH! (burp) (silence)
I try again... WAAAH! (gulp air) WAAAHHHHH! (burp) (silence)

Rinse and Repeat. By the way, there are *way* more WAAAH's and WAAAHHHHH's involved, but you get the point.

What drives me nuts is that she's getting *so close*, but then gulps air, or doesn't like the temperature of the bottle because it's been 1/2 hour since it was warmed up.

And after that hour? She's gotten 1/2 ounce in. It'd be faster feeding her with an eyedropper, but the one that I have is 1/30th of an ounce. GAH!

The plus side to this? She's so tired from crying, that when I do breastfeed her, she sleeps for 5.5 hours and that means that I can sleep for 5 hours straight!!!

It's been 4 days so far, and I hope she gets the hang of it real soon.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Tax Time

There is just something about the tax season that brings out the inner nerd in me.
Ooh! T4's! Ahh! Receipts! Yay! Refund! (or at the very least "Thank goodness I don't have to write a cheque to the government, since I spread out the pain throughout the year.")

Monday was Susan's 2 month appointment. She's now 11 pounds, 13 oz, which is 5 pounds more than when she was born! She's also grown 4.5 inches since birth.

All I can say is, "Thank goodness you waited till you were outside of me before you decided to grow so much! And to think that the nurses at the hospitals were trying to freak me out when she was 2 days old saying that they were concerned that she wasn't gaining enough weight! (that's a rant for another time). She's started cooing and having little conversations with me. It's funny because she looks so serious sometimes when she is 'telling' me something.

Jillian's definitely hit the terrible twos. It's really not that bad, but when she decides to scream...WOW! Earplugs are definitely a good investment. But the happy moments are great. She's started helping me when I change Susan by bringing me her diaper...without even being asked! She's also enjoying her alphabet puzzle, since she figured out that she can turn the puzzle board around (instead of the piece in her hand) to place the piece. She's also started to give a "Mmmm-ahhh" sound when giving me a kiss. And shake hands.

Susan's definitely precious and adorable and I can just look at her all day, but Jillian is so interactive and curious about the world, you just have to stop and look at everything through her eyes.

Yes, there are times I look at the ceiling and wonder, "What the heck did I get myself into?", and "When will I fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes?", but I can definitely say, "Yes, they are worth it.". The diaper changes, the sleep-less nights, and even the stretch marks. But also the smiles and unconditional love.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Potty Time

I was feeling energetic yesterday and decided to be more proactive with getting Jillian toilet trained. In the AM, I took her diaper off and encouraged her to sit on her potty after I demonstrated for her. For about 2 hours, I was on 'pee-pee' watch.

I thought I heard a grunt and saw her pushing...out came a poop and landed on the floor. I probably looked too panicky trying to get her to sit down so she could get the rest out, but she was not having any of it. I felt that we were starting to get stressed, and didn't want her to get discouraged about the potty, so I put her diaper back on.

She promptly peed in it.

Later on that evening, I gave Jillian her bath. More grunts, and she pooped in the bathtub...guess who got to pick up the pieces??? Michael thought it was funny.

Mommy: 0
Potty: 0
Diapers: 4
Bathtub: 1

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Things you have done during your lifetime:

Thanks Andrea! :P

3 hours in the car with 2 kids is long! Today's post is skimpy, due to my degrading spelling skills!

Place an X by all the things you've done and remove the X from the ones you have not.

(x) Gone on a blind date
(X) Skipped school
(X) Watched someone die
( ) Been in a fist fight
( ) Been arrested
(X) Been to Canada
(X) Been to Mexico
(X) Been to Florida
( ) Been to Hawaii
(X) Been on a plane
(X ) Been on a helicopter
(X) Been lost
(X) Gone to Washington, DC
(X) Swam in the ocean
( ) Skinny dipped outside at night
( ) Skinny dipped outside in the daytime
(X) Cried yourself to sleep
(X) Played cops and robbers
(X) Recently colored with crayons
(X) Sang Karaoke
(X) Paid for a meal with coins only
( ) Been to the top of the St. Louis Arch
(X) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't.
(X) Made prank phone calls
( ) Been down Bourbon Street in New Orleans
( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose & elsewhere
(X) Laughed until you peed your pants
(X) Caught a snowflake on your tongue
(X) Danced/played in the rain-naked (I was 3 at the time!!!)
(X) Written a letter to Santa Claus
(X) Been kissed under the mistletoe
( ) Watched the sunrise with someone
(X) Blown bubbles
(X) Gone ice-skating
(X) Gone to the movies
( ) Been deep sea fishing
( ) Driven across the United States
( ) Been in a hot air balloon
( ) Been sky diving
(X) Gone snowmobiling
(X) Lived in more than one country
(X) Lay down outside at night and admired the stars while listening to the crickets
(X) Seen a falling star and made a wish
( ) Enjoyed the beauty of Old Faithful Geyser
(X) Seen the Statue of Liberty
( ) Picked coffee beans in Costa Rica
( ) Gone to the top of Seattle Space Needle
(X) Been on a cruise
(X) Traveled by train
(X) Traveled by motorcycle
(X) Been horse back riding
( ) Ridden on a San Francisco CABLE CAR
( ) Been to Disney World
( ) Truly believe in the power of prayer
(X) Been in a rain forest
( ) Seen whales in the ocean
(X) Been to Niagara Falls
( ) Ridden on an elephant
( ) Swam with dolphins
( ) Been to the Olympics
( ) Pet a dolphin
( ) Ridden a camel
( ) Walked on the Great Wall of China
( ) Saw the pyramids in Egypt
( ) Been to the Holy Land
( ) Saw and heard a glacier calf
( ) Been spinnaker flying
(X) Been water-skiing
(X) Been snow-skiing
( ) Been to Westminster Abbey
( ) Been to the Louvre
( ) Swam in the Mediterranean
(X) Been to a Major League Baseball game
( ) Been to a National Football League game
( ) Been to a PGA Golf Tournament
( ) Been to a College Bowl Game
(X) Been on television
(X) Stayed in a hotel by yourself
(X) Had your name in the newspaper
(X) Have gone to a restaurant and eaten by yourself
(X) Have gone to the movies by yourself
( ) Kissed someone IN another country
(X) Know another language, besides English, not fluently
( ) Have had cosmetic surgery
( ) Have run a marathon

Friday, March 13, 2009

Friday night

Well, I survived my first week alone with the girls and Michael back at work. I was scared the first day he left, but things went a lot better than I thought. I'm still trying to adapt to living with my 3 hour naps, but I got 4 hours in a row the other day and I thought I died and went to heaven!

Jillian doesn't like this new arrangement and has been throwing screaming fits, but she *is* learning that Mommy can't move when she's feeding Susan. She's also warming up to Susan as well. Yesterday, when Susan was fussy and I went to pick her up, Jillian pushed me aside and tried to make Susan feel better with a kiss-it was so sweet and I couldn't help but giggle. Then I also saw Susan look up and smile at her big sister. It's these moments that I will treasure when the girls start fighting with each other.

Another blissful moment? Yesterday, when the 3 of us took a nap in our bed. Jillian snuggled on my right, Susan on my left, and we were all blissfully asleep for 2 whole hours. I felt like a new person when I woke up, and all 3 of us were in a super mood by the time Michael came back home.

I was told that I should start putting pictures up again. This one is when Susan was 3 days old, and the first day that we spent at home as a family.

Susan's 10 days old in this picture, with the blanket that I knitted. Now at almost 2 months, she's got these adorable Michelin Man legs and a Buddha belly. She's a pro at holding up her head for long periods of time, and can pull my hair and grab my glasses like a good ol' catfight! She's great at responding to us with her smiles, and coos. Her sleeping schedule still needs some work, but we'll get there eventually.

Jillian has discovered her climbing skills. Latest conquests: her high chair, with and without the tray attached, and I interrupted her climb onto the bathroom sink, courtesy of her potty. She may not pee in it, but she still knows how to use it!

I also attempted grocery shopping with Susan. Things were going well until we entered the store. Appropriately enough, I breastfed her in the 'Nuts' aisle; I apologize to the store in advance of their decline in sales in that department! She decided that she didn't want to be in her warm, cosy carseat, opting instead to having me carry her around in one hand, and pushing the cart in the other. I managed to steer by bumping the cart with my knees occasionally. I only hit 3 people, so I considered that a success! She decided to stay in her seat once I hit the checkout lane, where I frantically bagged groceries in case she changed her mind.

(phew!) My next challenge will happen during her 2 month checkup, where I encounter the "Immunization Challenge".

Monday, March 09, 2009

Dictionary definitions:

Precious: Watching your firstborn gaze adoringly at your sleeping secondborn.
Not so precious: Watching your firstborn cough on your sleeping secondborn.
Chewing: A concept my 2 year old does not understand.
Baby puke: Smaller, but still smelly.
Patience: Not screaming when you realize that your 2 year old has spilled your entire bowl of cereal on the floor.
Relief: Finding out that there is enough cereal left (in the box!) for one more bowl of cereal.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Vomit, Puke & Barf House

Yeah, this will be a pretty gross post.

I live in a sick house right now. Let me go back to yesterday.

Jillian seemed a bit off, because she had a little bit of pepperoni at lunch, then I decided to give her some blueberries for dinner. I left the room for a few minutes, then returned to her *covered* in vomit. Thankfully, I had taken off her clothes because I didn't want her to get blueberry stains on them. I gave her a bath, then she fell asleep at 7, so I put her in bed. She woke up a hour later needing some comfort, so I put her in my bed while I took care of Susan.

*big thump*. WAAAHHHHH! Did I mention that I have a high bed? So after some cuddles and 2 hours of Baby Einstein later (yes, I did read that article about kids not watching TV, but all rules are out the window when they're sick!), I gave her a bit of milk and put her back in bed. (do you see where this is going?)

Anyway, there was some crying from her, but that was normal, so I let her be. A little while later, I could smell puke.
Was it residual from the kitchen? No.
Do I smell it in the living room? Sorta.
Is the smell wafting from upstairs? Yeeesss. Uh oh.
Is the smell stronger the closer I get to Jillian's room? Oh no...

My poor child is covered neck to feet in vomit, as well as on her bed, on her pillow, and on the floor. She managed to wedge herself in a relatively puke-free spot on the bed and fell asleep, probably thinking how much her mommy *sucks* for not knowing that she made a sickie in her bed.

After controlling my gag reflex, I got her out of bed, changed her, and put her in the other bed. Of course Michael gets into the house after I have already stripped the bed and started the laundry! We have a small house, so naturally, he could smell it when he walked in.

Forward to this morning. Long story short, 1/3 glass milk (do you see where this is going?), some water and some oatmeal. One burp, and the next second, I'm covered in puke.

So today is laundry day.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

25 Random Things:

1. Susan pooped (again!). I should buy stock in Pampers and Huggies.

2. I worry constantly about my family. I guess I'm a "expect the worst, hope for the best" kind of person.

3. Went to another funeral today. Am driving my husband and mom nuts with getting them to write down what kind of funeral they want. But I have yet to tell them what I would want for my own apart from the cheapest box they have. Seriously. Do I need to be buried in teak or mahogany?

4. I'm secretly glad that I only get 1 channel with my rabbit ears for my TV. Otherwise I would be watching TV *way* too much. On another note, I spend too much time on the Internet. I think I substituted one addiction for another.

5. I am a homebody, but not a good homemaker. I can freak out when trying out a new recipe, or planning meals. I really have to do that *every* day?

6. I miss skiing. A lot. It's one of the few times that I don't think about anything except for the next turn. Maybe that's why I like to go so fast on the hill; that way, I'm really concentrating on not maiming myself.

7. I've been trying to avoid consumerism, especially since we got back from Asia, but the longer I'm back here, the more I want the 'nice, new and improved' stuff. I daydream about winning the lotto so Michael and I wouldn't have to work, we could help out family, and travel. Oh yeah, and get 'stuff'.

8. It's 1am, and Susan finally fell asleep. In 15 minutes, I get to lay her down, then I can go to bed. I have great kids, but they are light sleepers. I guess I really can't complain.

9. I am dorky about opening mail, making lists, and actually look forward to doing my taxes. Something about putting order to chaos. Same reason why I loved Math instead of English in school. You were either right or wrong in Math, and it sorta depended on how well you could articulate in English.

10. My biggest pet peeve on the internet is not spelling words properly. If I have to sound out the words while I'm reading it (huked on fonix werked fer mi!), then I don't want to read it. Same thing with music. Sing the proper lyrics, or not at all.

11. I love to sing pretty much anything. If I know the song well, then I'm singing along.

12. Now I understand why I drove my mom nuts with being a slob. I trip over toys every day now, and I swear Jillian follows me around after I straighten up.

13. I love my husband. Sure, he does stuff that drives me nuts, but it's over small things, like not getting the recycling to the curb on time, or making up his own lyrics to songs.

14. I'm going to check over this whole posting before I publish it to make sure there's nothing incriminating on it!

15. I haven't given anything up for Lent yet. I broke the no chocolate/fast food/swearing options on the first day. Maybe I should go with desserts in general, that'll hurt. I *love* desserts. OK, desserts it is.

I miss dessert.

16. I have a totally random thought process. It drives my husband nuts.

17. It's 1:22am. Why will my child not fall asleep?

18. Damn! I was supposed to post 25 Random Things, not 25 Random Thoughts. Too late, I'm past the 1/2 way mark.

19. I enjoy breastfeeding, but I dislike running low on milk late at night when Susan wants to go to sleep.

20. Nobody Wang Chungs Tonight anymore.

21. I think I was cool once.

22. I have fantasies about my pillow and what it feels like when my head lies on it. Seriously. I miss sleeping for more than 3 hours in a row.

23. I really don't have anything to complain about if I complain about a lack of sleep, don't I?

24. Who thought of inventing ketchup?

25. It's time to do dishes again. I think dirty dishes are like rabbits mating. As soon as you're done cleaning...POOF! The sink is full again.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

May 7th.
I finally get my dermoid cyst removed. I talked to the doc today, and it should be fairly routine. It should be 3 small incisions, and it will be removed out of the largest hole. There is a possibility of me losing one ovary if the cyst has completely surrounded it. Since we already have 2 children, and I have an extra ovary, the doc isn't too worried about us having a third child if we wish to do so in the future.

I did ask him if he would do any lyposuction while he was in there, and he said no...darn!

So as of tomorrow, Susan turns 4 weeks. Boy, that's fast! Michael was joking that if she was 2 weeks late, she would have been born a couple of days ago...*shudder*. I was simply not made to carry to full-term!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Both girls are down for the count...ahhh.
It's been a long week. Jillian got sick last week, and she's getting on the upswing now, thank goodness. It was a trying week, because if one of the girls started to cry, sometimes the other one would join in. That is extremely annoying. The only time it was cute was when Susan would cry, and Jillian would stop what she was doing, run over to her, and look at Susan with a concerned look on her face.

Susan is still growing and eating like crazy; she passed the 3-week mark on Wednesday, so that means a growth spurt for her. She is still able to hold up her head, and she can also push her body away from me when I'm holding her in an upright position...scary! She will also grab at the bottle or my hand and pull it towards her face when she is especially hungry. I was astonished; does this mean she will be able to feed herself sooner? ;) She will still wake up once a night, but can sleep up to 5-6 hours at night. Whoopie! Now I just have to go to bed at the same time.

Gross diaper story. How do you know that you need to go up a diaper size? When you have a poopy blowout through:
-the back of your diaper,
-the front of your diaper,
-out one leg of your diaper *and*
-manage to get your mommy's shirt wet with pee/poo *at the same time*!

So yeah, Susan's in a Size 1, which means nothing to anybody unless you have a kid in diapers too!

Jillian is fine with her toddler bed now(thanks Nancy!), and sleeping in it all the time. Actually, she never seems to want to go in the crib anyway, which is fine with us. We'll see what happens when we get Susan in that crib in a few months, though.

On an even happier note, my cousin Stacey is conscious and I was able to speak to her briefly on Saturday. I was a bit nervous, but she sounds just like herself. Thanks to everyone for their kind words and prayers.

Saturday, February 07, 2009

Very bad news today.

I found out today that my cousins Natalie and Stacey were in a car accident early this morning. Stacey is in serious condition at the hospital, and Natalie died. They both flew out the window of the car. Stacey was relatively lucky as she landed on grass. Natalie landed on the road. So far it looks like they weren't wearing seatbelts. Natalie's boyfriend was driving, and he's in the hospital too. I'm not sure of his condition.

Natalie was 24, and leaves behind 3 children, the youngest just turned one.

I think I'm still in shock/denial. I made sure to tell my mom, Michael and my girls that I loved them and gave extra hugs. I try not to take things for granted, but this really drives the point home about how we really don't know how long we have on this earth.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Maybe it's because I'm getting enough sleep, but I find that I'm enjoying the newborn stage a lot more the second time around. I think it's due to several factors:

-I'm not in post-partum pain like I was the first time around
-The baby blues haven't hit like the last time (fingers crossed)
-I'm not afraid of Susan being so fragile like the first time around (and there are plenty of things that "they" tell you to be afraid of-I can't tell you who "they" are or "they" will come after me!)
-We're living in our own house instead of crappy student housing on campus (I swear, I loved everything else about Windsor!). Did I mention it was a 1 bedroom apartment with a creepy maintenance guy? Ugh.
-I'm not making myself wake up every 3 hours to feed Susan (shh! Don't tell "them"!)
-Susan is an amazing baby. I know, we all say that about our own kids. She cries when she's hungry, and has her 'mad' cry when we give her a bath. Other that that-bliss! (crossing fingers)
-Michael's off until the second week of March for parental leave, thanks to living in Quebec! This means I can do more things, like cooking, napping, and sleeping, plus he gets to bond with Susan and gets to give Jillian some one-on-one time when my hands are full.
-Family close by

Wow! This list was longer than I thought!

OK, off to bed now-yipee!

Friday, January 30, 2009's quiet in the house and I have a few minutes to myself before the booby monster wakes up!

Susan's 9 days old already and I can't imagine her not being around. I'm sure Jillian could though! She's a very peaceful baby, crying when she's hungry or when we give her a bath. She's also quite strong. She was able to lift her head from the first day-my chiropractor was amazed. Still has to learn some head control, because she can look like a chicken that's pecking for's hilarious!

I find myself very protective of her as well. I think it's mostly because Jillian doesn't realize her strength yet, and sees her as a doll. If I'm holding Susan and Jillian wants to give me a hug, Susan is merely a handhold/foothold to reach me!

Michael and I are still trying to get over how much they look alike. When we talk, we say sentences like, "Can you please pick up... ...Susan?" lol

Time's up!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Yes, I know that I should be sleeping right now, but this is the first time that I have free to update everyone.

So, you may have noticed that I changed the title of my blog!

Susan Idania Dawn was born on January 21st at 7:19am.

Susan-After Michael's mom
Dawn-After my mom

Her birth story is funny...I may get graphic, so if you get queasy, you might want to skip it.

As some of you may know, I decided to stay at my mom's house since it's a 10-15 drive from the hospital, as opposed to our house, which is over 45 minutes to the nearest hospital that I can give birth at. The last time I gave birth, my contractions started at 1am, and I gave birth just over 3 hours later. So we didn't want to take a chance and deliver on the side of the road!

I woke up at 6:30am and went to pick Jillian up out of her playpen to get her some breakfast. Immediately, I felt my water break and handed her off to my mom to double check. Sure enough, I hadn't peed myself (phew!). I went back to my mom and told her that I needed to get to the hospital *now*. I called Michael's co-workers and asked them to get him to get to the hospital ASAP since he had already left 45 minutes earlier and didn't have a cell phone on him. (Yes, we are technologically impaired). I also called my sister in law Tanya to stay with me at the hospital until Michael showed up, since my mom needed to watch Jillian.

Anyway, I hadn't relayed the urgency to mom; even though my contractions had started, she didn't realize because I wasn't moaning or yelling-and I didn't tell her! I really didn't want to freak Jillian out, so I was trying to stay calm and get her ready. We get in the car at 7am and leave.

Did I mention that there is a bus strike in Ottawa? Grrr. Anyway, there was more traffic on the road as usual, and my mom was at the wheel, obeying the speeding limits, signalling, etc. As we approach the turnoff for the hospital, I am breathing heavier and tell her to "get out the lead foot" because I can feel the baby's head in the birth canal!!!

Mom stayed calm and pulled a couple of cool manouevers-I didn't know she had that in her! We pulled into the hospital and I followed another pregnant woman with her red suitcase. I was going through another contraction and realized I didn't have enough time, so I interrupted and started speaking loudly to the admissions person (maybe yelling?) "I'M SORRY, BUT MY BABY IS COMING OUT ***RIGHT NOW***"!!!". He immediately pointed me in the right direction and I waddled down the hall as fast as I could, with my ammniotic fluid gushing down my legs. I do remember saying/shouting, "My baby is coming!". I was immediately flanked by 2-3 nurses and one of them was following me with a wheelchair, asking me to sit down. I immediately thought that this was like a relay race in the Olympics and I was Usain Bolt...I am *not* going to slow down!!! She did manage to get me in and we were whisked to the delivery room.

Once inside, I managed to take my pants down during another contraction and jumped on the bed while the poor nurse was trying to get me to get a gown on. I immediately asked when I could push and the nurse said that as soon as the doctor got her gloves on, I could go for it. She told me that I only had to push once (yah, I've heard that line before!), but I got ready for the next contraction. When it came, I pushed, and she was out!

So the timeline:
6:30-water breaks
7:00-leave for hospital
7:15-arrive at hospital
7:19-Susan arrives

I found out afterwards that I didn't set the land record at the hospital; one other woman had delivered in the hallway on the way to the delivery room a few months earlier.

By the time Tanya and my mom came in, they were very surprised, but were happy that they were able to hold her and were the first people to hear Susan's name! Michael showed up at 9am (rush hour traffic and OC Transpo strike-grr!), and came in my room, thinking I was still in labour. He was shocked to see Tanya holding Susan but was thrilled to hold her for the first time.

Gotta go! Feeding time! Pics to follow *soon*!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Confession time...
Back in 1996, I bought about 7 or 8 balls of yarn, with the intention of making a sweater.

Fast forward to Nov 2008. I am unpacking and find a neglected 1/5th completed sweater that must be made for size XXL. I decide once and for all that I will make a blanket for Jillian, and I will actually finish it.

I kept this quiet, only telling a few people in case I fail spectacularly. Apart from taking a break over Christmas, I knit and knit, and knit some more. Nothing fancy, just the knit stitch, it requires no thinking, just breathing.

Today, I managed to finish my last row. Apart from running out of wool TEN STITCHES before the end, I managed to Macgyver it, and finish the blanket!

My name is Idania, and I am a knitter!

(and if you don't know who Macgyver is, I'm not telling you!)

Ok Baby Riley, I finished the blanket. You can come out now! Or you can come out on Monday. I have plans this weekend. Or Tuesday works too because that's when Obama gets inaugurated. How easy would that be to remember that historic event?

I'm nesting like mad. All her clothes are ready to go. (She's seriously going to be a diva; I have onesies and pajamas up the ying-yang!) The diapers are lined up waiting to be pooped and peed in. The blankets are prepped. Her bag(and mine), (and Jillian's), are packed and ready to go at a moment's notice. The car is (mostly!) gassed up. I have the "Baby --- is here!" email prepped so I just have to fill in the details and send out. I have re-labeled and re-organized my magazines, movies, and bank statements. Her photo albums are ready to be scrapbooked and written on. My feet have been pedicured (since I haven't been able to reach them for the past month without undergoing serious cramps!). Boxes have been moved upstairs. Boxes have been moved downstairs.

I could go on and on, but frankly, I'm scaring myself! I think the waiting is driving me nuts, and I need to do something so I feel in control. The next thing you know, I'm going to want to pull out the stove and fridge so I can clean that out. (Don't worry, I wouldn't pull it out myself!). Although giving the fridge a good scrubbing sounds like a really, really good idea right now, although I don't think that pulling all the food out at 11:30pm is a good idea. At least it's cold enough outside for the food...hmmm....

Sleeping on the bed = 1 hour of uninterrupted sleep = Sluggish and slow
Sleeping reclined on the couch = 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep = Hyper, over-achieving nesting queen

OK baby, please come on Monday(or Tuesday!). That would make you 38 weeks, which is fine. It's okay to be a bit early. Your sister was! My friend Shelley gave birth yesterday and I can't wait to meet him!

*yawn* Time to recharge those batteries for tomorrow!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Dear Baby:

Please do not poke my cervix unless you mean it...did you get issued a walking stick when you were conceived? It hurts. Thank you for turning upside down last week, though. I like that you are in the 'ready' position.

Dear Large Intestine:

I love that I'm pooping a lot right now because it means that I'm getting closer, but can I have less gas please? I yelled at my husband the other night, but it was actually me and I forgot I let one fly!

Dear Hips:

Please stop hurting NOW. I'm really sick of it and it's not funny anymore.

Dear Wedding rings:

I have neglected you, but once I stop having sausage fingers, I will put you back on!

Dear Stretch Marks:

I don't like you, I will never like you. Period.

Dear Braxton-Hicks:

I don't like you either. I don't need practice contractions, thank you very much!

Dear Feet:

I have neglected you, and once I can reach you again, I will make you feel better.


Saturday, January 10, 2009

Boy oh boy...

3 weeks and 1 day left to go. My friend Shelley has 1 day left to go.

I think it's pretty cool that we're having babies so close again; the last time we delivered 2 weeks apart; we found out within a week of each other that we were pregnant, which was great! We were able to ask each other questions, to find out if we were going through something 'normal' or not.

This time around, we're not as panicky as before; but I think it has to do more with being focused on chasing our toddlers around! I know that I'm looking forward to having the baby out, but not necessarily the delivery part.

(pause for hugs)

Hmm, I can see why I don't blog more often. But I love getting my hugs from Jillian!

Today was fun-Michael was giving her a bath and practicing the word 'purple'.
(she likes to hum words for some reason; does it have to do with all my singing when pregnant with her?)
Anyway, she finally turned to him and said, "pur-pur"!

(pause for brief cuddle)

Later on, he was asking her, "Do you want to come out of the tub? Yes or No"
Clear as day, she said, "No".

He was so impressed, he let her play in the tub even longer-she earned it.

For those of you that don't know, Jillian's taking her sweet time with speaking. She had been spending the last 8 months in a full-time French environment when I was back at work. The doctor said that it will take a while for her to sort out the words and start speaking. I know her hearing is fine, as well as her ability to pronounce consonants. I guess patience is not my strong suit!

I'm sure that the day will come when she is talking my ear off that I will miss these quiet days! In the meantime, she gets her point across when she wants something...she loves to drag us to whatever she wants us to do for her, like pulling us to the fridge when she wants a drink, or the highchair when she's hungry.

As for Baby Riley, everything is going well. She's now head-down, and I swear she turned last week Sunday. I was feeling very stretched(like when you have Christmas dinner and you've had waaaay too much turkey!) and when I tried to figure which end was her bum, and which was her head, it was in a totally whacky place! At least she did this now instead of later. I guess she finally realized that she was running out of room (and time!) at Casa Mama! I met my OB, and she's *fantastic*! Easygoing, and not scary like the other doctor I met. I guess what I like most is that our delivery philosophy is very similar and laid-back.

Her only concern was me delivering so fast! I reported back to Michael that if delivery is eminent, then we'd have to call 911 for an ambulance and *he* might have to deliver. His reaction was not too surprising: he turned pale and looked a little sick! Then he swore up and down that he could reach the closest hospital in 10 minutes (it's more like 20-25 if I do the driving!). So it's not a problem for him to commute from Ottawa to work now if it means that he doesn't have to do any catching!

I was looking at pictures of Jillian as a newborn and it's amazing how much she's changed, and a little bit scary because we're going to do it all over again! I also wonder about the dynamic and what Jillian's reaction will be. At least she's interested in babies; she has a fascination with people the same size as her or smaller! I'm just grateful that Michael is able to take time off of work to spend time with us.

We got her to sit in the newborn carseat to compare, and holy cow! She did seem comfortable in it(like a kiddie La-Z-Boy), and Michael couldn't stop laughing.
In any case, the baby stuff is ready to go, and my bags are (mostly) packed. I don't feel ready yet to deliver, but I'm getting grumpier, a sure sign that it's getting closer at least!