Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Little Elves 12/08











Sorry that last post was up for so long. Things don't happen that way every day. Nora has been sleeping since 11PM last night, it is now 8:19AM! Holy cow I don't know what to do with my rested self. Organize? Pack for our move to Texas? Christmas, did someone say it was coming up? Play with Thomas? Bathe? Oh the possibilities.
This time of year makes me so grateful for the love of friends and family. Please enjoy your holiday!




Note to Self 12/06/08

1. Next time don't be so cocky. Just because you've had one child already doesn't mean kid #2 will be easier.

2. When you have the choice to return child #1 to bed or let him crawl into your bed just so you can go back to sleep quicker, don't be so lazy. Put him back in his own bed so that when child #2 wakes in your bed at 2AM & decides to stay awake fussing until 4AM you aren't forced to deal with child #1 waking and fussing at the same time.

3. Keep the DVD player & a candy bar by the bed so that when child #1 wakes up 4 hours later and demands cartoons and breakfast and a treat-you're all set & can stay in bed without waking child #2 after so little sleep.

4. Eat breakfast, even if everyone is crying for reasons you don't understand & think will end soon. They won't. The children will continue crying for a looooooooong time. So eat.

5. When you see the cat sniffing dried up grass or gift ribbon, remove those tasty morsels from the area or spend the rest of the day discovering cold wet gloppy mysterious messes under your toes. See above, then you will have the energy to investigate the cat's mysterious interest in said items & prevent the vomit fest.

6. Eat lunch as soon as the baby is calm, even if the laundry needs to be done, bathroom cleaned, bills paid, etc.

7. See above, then when you want to pour a glass of juice you will have both hands. Hanging baby over your shoulder to shakily pour a glass of juice one handed to get out of the massive drop in blood sugar will only result in a mess.

8. Use plastic cups for the above task, so that when someone surprises you by speaking you don't drop the large glass bottle of juice on the glass cup covering the kitchen with shards of glass and sticky juice.

9. Breathe, so that you remember the safety of the baby still hanging out on your shoulder.

10. Buy lots of interesting DVD's for child #1 so that on days when child #2 has colic child #1 remains occupied. Do not leave PG13 DVD's with scary content & impressive packaging around the house at eye level. They will make your life miserable.

11. Do not attempt to hide inappropriate DVD's with one hand while children are screaming for various reasons around you. You might break the phone accidentally rather that consciously throwing it out the door.

12. Just throw the phone out. There's no reason for communication with the outside world on days like this.

13. Do not think about the holiday plans or high school on days like this. You will not make it to the post office today & even if you could you are beautiful with messy unwashed hair & no one from high school should care when they run into you and the screaming fest of children at the post office. Get a grip. You are over 30 now.

14. Squash the stupid spider that frightened you out of getting ahead on laundry the night before a day like this. Being behind on laundry sucks when child #1 has 3 potty accidents in a row. Small accidents, but wet ones necessitating new soft pants because jeans will just not do. Reciting the benefits of getting ahead on diaper or spit up laundry is just plain redundant. Stupid spider & stupid 5 baskets of laundry.

Happy Thanksgiving!

"Mommy, what's a copia?"
"A what?"
"A COPIA!"
"A coconut? Um, what do you mean? What does it look like?"
"A copia."
"I'm sorry, I have no idea, I just don't know what a copia is."
"A hornuventy, Mom."
"What?"
"A HORN OF PLENTY, Mommy."

Nora Makes Her Entrance 11/16/08






Well my water didn't break all over any one's floor or upholstery, but...my sock got a little wet. I woke up around 8:30AM, noticed signs of water breaking, called Chad, notified my folks, called my doctor, and was told to go to the hospital. It took me a good 20 hours to bring Thomas into this world, so I figured we had some time, as contractions were just starting. Chad was scheduled to fly in around 3PM. My mom rushed home from school, Chad rushed on his plane, and my dad took the bumpy scenic route to the hospital-ha, ha to the woman in labor. We arrived at the hospital between 10:30 and 11AM. I was starting to feel contractions every 5-10 minutes by the time we arrived, but they weren't strong enough to make me pause. It took about an hour for me to be admitted and I was dilated about 4cm when checked in the triage. I was moved to a delivery room where Thomas and my dad could join my mother and I. Thomas started to fuss, and contractions started to make me uncomfortable and I was worried about my Dad & Thomas having a hard day separated from us. My dad reassured me as they left and a nurse came in to ask me about my drug preferences, I told her no epidural & she started trying to put an IV in my arm. The whole time Chad was in air travel hell, delays, cancellations, and calling me to update with an arrival time in the evening. The contractions started coming faster, and the nurse blew 2 veins over the next 30 min or so. I began to sweat & breathe hard & couldn't tell whether it was due to the increasing intensity of the contractions, Chad's travel trouble, or the mauling of my arm veins. The nurse gave up on the IV & went to find someone else to do it. I told my poor mom I didn't think I could do this even though she was doing everything she could to make me comfortable, but all I could think was that I had 18 more hours of intense labor. The nurse came back, saw my pain & asked, "Do you want that epidural?" I wanted whatever would make the next 18 hours of anticipated labor fly by, but luckily the other staff knew better and while an IV was skillfully inserted-for no real reason as we would soon find out-Mom fed me ice, and I felt like I needed to push. That feeling never occurred while in labor with Thomas so I was still convinced that there were quite a few hours of pushing & hard labor to go, newsflash to me...NORA WAS READY, and very supportive of natural childbirth! I was hyperventilating and everything else is a blur, all of a sudden I was pushing, wondering if the baby was really coming out, my OB was instructing me to stop yelling and push & so I did & Nora was born. Three hours of labor-from the time contractions started-to delivery, all natural. Nora Amelie Holliday made her entrance Friday weighing in at 7Lbs 13 Oz, 20" long at 1:47PM. Welcome baby, if we're all speechless, just chalk it up to your beauty.

Can You See the Stretch Marks Through My Clothing? 11/13/08

Oh, yeah, about that, still pregnant, still big, and due within the next couple of weeks. Keep that eye brow down, there's time, I swear my water won't break all over your floor. I promise...sort of.

11/13/08

A lot of people say that about their children, 3 or 4 and knowing it all, etc. but tonight I have to use that tired saying about Thomas, 3 going on 13 again. We made chocolate chip cookies today, with extra strength dark bittersweet chocolate chips, thank you Grandma Nancy for letting us raid the back of the kitchen cabinet...The residual buzz had Thomas on a roll, a very energetic, and somewhat obnoxious roll. Maybe I was buzzed too, and ignoring him while rambling to my mom, who knows. Anyway,

"Thomas, please don't kick that just because you want attention, it will break. Pick it up off of the floor and put it where it belongs while I finish talking, you've interrupted."

Picks object up, "Excuse me, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, EXCUSE MEEEEEEEEEEE," and brings object into kitchen.

I try to conclude the rambling I've subjected my mother to.

"Mommy, mommy, mommmy..."

"Thomas!" I say exasperated.

"But Mommy, I AM pattentioning! I'm pattentioning already."

Trick or Treat 11/06/08

Today we watched a video of 2 year old Thomas from last summer. Thomas started to act like a baby in my lap as we watched. Know why? Because he was a squishy baby boy last summer who spoke and acted like a squishy baby boy. One thing about watching videos of Thomas is that I can see his desire and attempts to do things he hasn't mastered at the time of recording. I can see him learning. I can also see us parents not recognizing this too frazzled, trying to handle behavior he's testing out on us, & learning ourselves, akwardly. Thomas's vocabulary exploded while we were in the Czech Republic, surrounded by Czech people speaking Czech. Hmmm, I think he may have been bored by my conversation & just decided he needed to spice things up a bit. Whatever the reason, he now has a very impressive and clear vocabulary. He catches people off guard in public quite often with his brilliance, which is like the total Girl Scout badge of mothering right? Lately he's given up on his cutest sniglets and moved on to the correct pronunciations of things, sniff.

Thomas loves M & M's. Not the peanut ones I secretly coveted, okay not so secretly coveted, in his trick or treat bounty, but hey I'm really pregnant and walked a lot of miles so he could procure the treats...so I get to let him know which ones I really like right? He's such a sweetie about sharing, even this makes me feel guilty, so I can't even imagine stealing any of his loot. I think he might have 2 "yes parents."

My big point in posting is that he calls M & M's Num n Nums, as in,

"Would you like to try the M&M's?"
"Num n Nums, Mommy, I want some Num N Nums."

There is no way on earth I will correct him.

I'm off to check on my squishy baby boy while he sleeps, because when the sun rises the articulate & eager little boy will be in my face demanding,

"Mommy, get up, I want to watch cartoons right now. It's morning time, Mommy. We need O-cereal with yogurt and fruit not mixed in, just on top...I have to potty now, Mommy, and you need to turn on the light, but I don't need to wash hands yet because they aren't dirty...Where are we going today, Mommy? You have to open your eyes, Mommy."