This past weekend we had a FANTASTIC time at Matt and Heather's wedding. Chloë, already trying to get on Dr. Avedissian-now-Walters' good side, insisted on going to the ceremony (though she did agree to go home early, so mom and dad could pretend they were still in college, drink too much, and take embarrassing pictures.)
Monday, October 5, 2009
all dolled up
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
the babysitter's club
Since my mom's last visit we've had three other babysitters for Chloë. They've all been great, and Josh and I have had a few date nights here and there. I think my mom started to feel the heat, the pressure, and tonight she arrives for another grand visit where she'll happily offer to babysit every night! I think she might have missed us a little, too. Welcome back, mom!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
lest I forget
and she is always quick to remind me why I love her so, so much I could burst. Even after evenings where she is cranky, and throwing ridiculous tantrums for no reason, the kind where she looks up at me and stomps her feet, one at a time, while belting out the most piercing cry you'll ever hear, even after all that, I can still smile moments later when she is happily snuggled up in my arms, nursing contently, tracing the features of my face, and staring at me with sleepy, sleepy eyes.
Last night was one of those nights, and as she shrieked and swatted my arms away as I tried to hold her, I stayed cool, calm and collected. The motherhood Gods rewarded me moments later with a baby that was just so, so tired, that as soon as we sat in her glider, she sighed and wrapped her arms around me, positioned herself just right, and barely started nursing before she was on her way, drifting off to sleep.
I held her a little while longer than usual, enjoying the moment. I breathed her in, and I kissed her goodnight.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
the tubes are in!
These magical little tubes that have turned my little pumpkin into an even happier little pumpkin are in, in all their glory. The glory that makes Chloë smile more, giggle more, and walk even faster. Granted...all these things may have coincidentally happened the afternoon after she got her tubes in, and may have nothing to do with the magical tubes...but, regardless, they happened, and we are all SO pleased.
The procedure went really well, and truth be told, it was a lot better than I had imagined. Leading up to it I was nervous, and planning for the worst, but the best happened. I woke Chloë up at 2:30am for some milk, she drank lots and went back to sleep at around 3am until we woke her up at 6:30am. She was a little cranky at having to get changed and not get to nurse, but quickly forgot about it as we got in the carsear, and drove away. She was yawning, but otherwise seemed ok. She was enthralled by the fishtank in the waiting room, and then enjoyed playing in the pediatric playroom before it was time to go with Dr. G. When her time came, my heart got tight, and I held my tears back as I gave her a hug and a kiss, and daddy took her to the OR. They led me to a private waiting room, and I went to the bathroom. When I came back, Josh was waiting for me and said she fell asleep with the anesthesia before he finished singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and that she did well. We had a granola bar each, and as I barely started reading an article on People when Dr. G. came in and said they were done. He recalled the procedure, told us it was great, and went well. There was a lot of 'stuff' behind her ear drums, and that she'll be hearing a lot better now, and that she's basically going to wake up to no earache which will probably feel fantastic.
Once he finished giving us all these good news, the nurse came in and said she was waking up in the recovery room. We walked in and she was a little groggy, but as soon as she got into my arms, she was ready for some milk. It's as if she knew that now she COULD nurse, and I couldn't say no. We sat there as she nursed, and looked around a bit, and 10 minutes later they sent us on our way.
At home, she was a little dizzy and unsteady but wanted to play a little. After about a half hour she was very sleepy, and so she took a hugely long nap that spanned from morning to the afternoon, and once she woke up she ate her lunch and was much, much happier than I've seen her in a while. We took her for some ice cream, and played for the rest of the afternoon. By night time, she went to bed easily and I imagine, very, very happy to not have her ears bothering her for the first time in a long time.
Thank you, Dr. S. and Dr. G., and thank you Magical Tubes!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
why breastmilk is really the bomb
So, after suffering from ear infection after ear infection since December, Chloë will be getting tubes put in on Monday morning. What's breastmilk got to do with it? Well, obviously this whole nursing thing did not help with the ear infections, unless without all the milky goodness she might have had way more ear infections, which I don't even think it's possible because she's basically had one a month, and the last round has lasted a full 5 weeks. Anyway, I digress. What's milk got to do with it? (and not any milk...BREAST milk, because dairy wouldn't have worked...) Well, Chloë has to fast for 12 hours prior to surgery (Monday at 8:15am), so that would mean that from 7pm on Sunday until late morning on Monday, she'd go without any food, and would likely wake up on Monday PISSED on her way to the hospital. BUT it turns out breast milk is sooo special that she can have some 4 hours before surgery. So, the plan will be to dream feed Chloë at around 2:30-3am, let her get lots of milk in her tummy, so when we wake her up at 6:30am to head over to the hospital, she'll forget that for the last 14 months the FIRST thing she does when she wakes up for the day is nurse. Fingers crossed, and wish us luck.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
i give it two, maybe three days
till she has me running around after her like a maniac. she's been taking three, four steps here and there for a month now, but now she knows where she's going and she means business...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
getting better...
but still not 100%. hence the lack of new blog posts...nothing to report, just a lingering cough and Chloë's persistent ear infection which, if I could, I would take it from her, so she could feel better. Even if it meant I would feel awful, awful...I just want her to be 100%.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
back from the dead (not quite, but still....)
so now it's been 9 days since our household has been sick. Josh was late to the party and only got sick 3 days ago. By sick I mean, we all have the flu, Chloë has a persistent double ear infection, a cut on her cheek (not sick related, but it adds to the misery) and while Chloë and Josh seem to be on the mend (barely), I've had a temperature now for 7 days. You would think it could not possible get any worse. Right? I mean, what more do we need? We can barely function and I'm surprised Chloë is still living with us and hasn't decided to move out because we are just so out of it. I half expect that any day now she's going to grab the diaper bag (which she loves to do anyway) and skip her way on out. But no. She's still here, and as of last night I now have conjunctivitis. It is beyond gross and it only adds additional steps to our normal every day things to do that already feel like herculean tasks in our condition.
This is a sneak preview of our day:
-7am wake up as Chloë whimpers because her ears hurt and she's also hungry.
-Cannot go nurse her immediately because I have to change my clothes in case I stuck my finger in my dirty, germ infested eye, and then slathered it all over my clothes.
-Douse myself in purel.
-Nurse Chloë--may or may not get the chills.
-Josh comes to help with breakfast in case one of us collapses. Whoever has the lowest temperature gets the baby.
-BLUR for the next few hours as one, or both of us attempt to entertain Chloë until her nap time. Again, depends on how sick we both are.
-NAP TIME. A happy time...we all sleep.
-Lunch time...Chloë wake up, nurses, same routine as above is repeated to ensure no nasty conjunctivitis germs will get to her.
-On to her lunch...she barely eats, because you know, she's sick too, I almost forget.
-ANOTHER BLUR BLOCK OF TIME.
-NAP TIME. Same as above.
-Chloë wakes up, countdown to bedtime begins so we can all curl up in bed again.
So, yes, I'm still very much surprised Chloë is sticking around with us. We did sanitize the entire house a few times, so with any luck we should be feeling better soon. For now, I'm going to crawl back into my rock.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
nana's visit!
In between the hectic and chaotic month that we've had, Nana Karen came to visit and it was a great time!! We went for picnics, and lunches, and ice cream, and like any good grandma she also babysat while Josh and I went to the movies (yay for date night!) Thankfully, I only got sick (really sick..) on her last day here.
Friday, August 21, 2009
because sometimes life gets in the way...
...and I wish there were more hours in the day.
Meanwhile, while my wish sits in the wishing well, here are some things that keep me sane.
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