Seven months

My wee one has blessed my heart and life for seven months today. Sure it has had its hard moments. But I wouldn’t change one second of it.
I’ve realized how dull and boring my life was before her. Nothing gives me more pleasure then being a mother. Not only was she born seven months ago. But so was I. I will now and forever more be a mother.
Sure, there are moments that I miss the before life. But those are fleeting moments. All I have to do is look at that beautiful face smiling back at me. And I know that all the sleepless nights. The tears, poop, spit up, sore arms, crying. And everything else is so worth it. I’m so glad she picked me to be her mother. I hope that I can raise her right, and she can do the same for me. I’ve already grown so much. It’s amazing what such a tiny little being can do to you.

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There is no crying in baseball

Funny how a movie from the early 90’s can still produce one liners. For some reason, myself and one of my friends say this to her. And funny enough it does make her stop, even for a moment. As if to ask, why are you telling me not to cry. I want to damn it and I will.

Last week was a hum dinger. She was going through a rough teething period. The worst yet.

Hey tooth fairy… Send this girl a tooth please!!

Six Months

Six Months

Where has six months gone already?!
Never has days and months passed so quickly.
It seems like only yesterday you were being placed on my chest. Now you are becoming more and more independent.

Every day you are filling my life, and heart with more joy and love then I ever thought possible.
Thank you for the best six months of my life. I can’t wait for the months ahead.

Solids Yummy

So today is day two of our journey into baby-led weaning. I know, I know wait until she is six months. But she will be on Monday, and I was getting tired of food being stolen off my plate. So I figured I would give it a whrill.

Now I tossed it over and over in my head regarding how I was going to introduce solids to her. Was I going to go the traditional, how I and most people I know started. Or try out the baby-led way. So I was off to the races, researching the pro’s and con’s of both. I don’t just jump into things, I need to know both sides of everything. Maybe it’s the Gemini in me, maybe I’m just anal retentive.. Either way, baby-led was the way I settled on.

And after reading the book by Gill Rapley and Tracey Murkett, I was sold. It just seemed so simple and knock yourself in the head way it should be. She eats what I eat. You learn to chew first, than swallow. Not swallow then chew like in the tradition way. Now the first few months they say that it is more exploration then eating. You will know if they are eating, by their poop. I guess it gives you something to look forward to when you are changing diapers. Which I found out yesterday…. Someone really likes bananas.

So yesterday, as mentioned above we had bananas. They are slippery buggers. And she found it hard to figure out the holding bit. And the more she handled it, the more slippery it got. So in the end I did help her out a bit. Which they say not to do. But I always modify things to suit my parenting needs and ways.

But once she got the hang of it, there was no stopping her. I think I’m still cleaning banana out of her nose today.

Today we tried out some sliced cucumber and peaches. Once again, peaches are a bit hard to handle. But both were also a hit.

I’m just glad that she is enjoying it. And I don’t feel like I’m forcing her to eat. She eats what she wants, and I let her take as long as she wants. If she gets bored so be it.

I’m not promoting baby-led, I’m just sharing another day in our life. Everyone has the right to choose what is right and what works for them.

How did you introduce solids to your little one? Or how are you going to?

The day after….

Grumpy day

This pretty much sums up today. Yesterday was the dreaded S day, S as in shots. She hates them, WE hate them. Such a horrible thing to do to a wee child. Yes I know somethings have to be done to protect her. But really, have you seen the length of those needles?!

At least it didn’t take as long for us to get through them this time. We had a smart nurse. She stabbed her once and we quickly switched sides, and stabbed her again. It’s the way it should be done. She is already in pain, and screaming. Why drag it out for the both of us.

I think it almost hurts me more than her. The pain cry, sets me off… My boobs get hard and leak, as do my eyes. And I just can’t think when she cries like that. All I want to do is fold her back into my womb and make her safe.

But it is my entertainment after she has calmed down. She always looks right at the nurse, sticks her hand in her mouth. And gives her the what for.

Today was the aftermath. She was a hot mess. Crying almost all day, slight fever. I couldn’t put her down, as soon as I did she would start all over again. We went for a three hours walk, it was the only way she would sleep. And she only really dozed. Poor little bugger

At least we have 8 weeks until they want to stab her again.

Home is where you……(insert what you feel here)

Home is where you…. I can’t say where I live. Sure I do love it here, I moved here for a reason. And can’t say where my heart is, because it’s in two places. My daughter is my heart, and of course she lives with me. And there are tiny pieces of my heart scattered across this world. I believe that each person who has truly touched your heart, or played some deep role in it. Carries a tiny piece of your heart with them… Anywho I’m getting off topic.

I will always and forever call Calgary my home. And I’m really missing home today.

Bump in the tower

This picture was taken the last time I was home. It was July last year, and I was just over 30 weeks. Its seems like forever ago. Granted I was in Edmonton for Christmas, and got to see some of my family. But about half of my family hasn’t even met the wee one yet.

I do admit I’ve loved these almost 10 years, 12 hour drive away from the drama that is my family. But since I’ve had the wee one, I find myself dreaming of home.

It’s hard always having to go and take the wee one to visit his family, and do things with his family. Yes I know she needs to know his side too. I’m not saying that she wouldn’t and shouldn’t. It just makes me sad that she doesn’t get to spend as much time with mine.They see bits and pieces of her. Her image in a photo, or through the computer screen. But that is not the same as holding her. I want her to be able to recognize them, and not play strange. Because she only sees them once or twice a year. This is not how I wanted it to be.

It was great when she was born. I think I had over two years worth of my own family visits in the first two months. And I loved it, or shall I say WE loved it. My parents were here for a week, they came two days after she was born and stayed for a week. But they normally come in September anyway, so they got an added bonus that visit. Then my oldest niece and her girlfriend came for a few days. Then my brother and my oldest nephew came for almost a week. My brother comes out about once a year, well he has started to anyway. And my nephew has never come out before. And the one that has meant the most to me. Was my sister and one of my other wonderful nieces came for a week. Neither of them have ever come out since I moved here. And it made me so happy.

So I guess you could say I’m going through family withdrawal. My next visit, as far as I know. Will be in June, my parents always come out for my birthday. Sigh that is so far away. And not to forget the wonderful spectacular friends that are there. I’m missing them something awful too.

Someone… Anyone…. Come see us soon we miss you

 

Sooo close

Nope still not going inA follow-up to an older post bath time (un)fun. This was as close as I could get her to getting into the water. The rubber ducky almost got her, almost. She still will have nothing to do with a bath.

I think people think that I’m kidding. I think my sister realizes what a pickle I’m in. She helped me when I was there for Christmas. She howled and freaked out of course.

I’ve been trying everything, the bathroom sink. Nope, and I even just kept her shirt and diaper on. Thinking that I could trick her… Oh funny mommy, you are fooling no one. As soon as her feet and calf’s hit the water, her face contorted into the squeal of fear.

Thought at the suggestion of my sister, that maybe she doesn’t like to have her head wet. Lean her over the sink and wet her head and get her use to the water. That not such a big deal.

So once again I’m back to sponge baths for now… Le Sigh, I really hope that this is just a phase.

But seriously who doesn’t like baths… oh wait yes my daughter 😦

Where is the pause button??!!

Is it wrong of me to want to hit the pause button?… Of course I want her to grow up. But I also want this stage of her life to just slow down just a little.

I look back a pictures of when she was born, so tiny and helpless. And now she is a pinching, screaming, grabby, kicking little human. And everyday brings something new and wondrous for her, and I to discover.

I can wait to hear her first words, and see her first steps. Because I know they will come all too soon. I know that before I know it there will be no more milestone firsts.

There are times I find myself finding ways to keep her awake, just a little bit longer. Soak as much of her in as I can each day. Memorizing every little crease on her body. How with moods and how tired she is determines her eye color. The way she has to put one foot on my shoulder when she nurses. Like a lost little puppy, she whimpers in her sleep. How every time she smiles at me, my heart swells. I love how frustrated she gets when she can’t so something.

Hey father time… can you slow it down just a little bit. Let her be my baby for awhile longer?