1) Gather supplies. It's helpful if your cleaning products don't have harmful fumes, but we can see where it could be entertaining...
2) Fill the bathtub to an appropiate water level. If you toddler is anything like mine, she'll come running as soon as you turn the faucet. Put the toddler into the tub. Tell her that she can splash as much as she wants. :)
3) Clean the bathroom.
4) When the toddler is sufficiantly pruny, let her out.
5) Clean the bathtub.
6) While the toddler naps, indulge in the chocolate of your choice. You've earned it.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Katie
is napping on a blanket in the middle of the floor. Every now and then, she smacks her lips and smiles. She makes my heart happy.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Got ees good.
All dee time. (says an African Pastor via my friend Joy)
The pulmonary artery going from Katie's heart to her left lung is "kinked", sort of like a garden hose. And, like a garden hose, the kink is making the flow loud, but the important part is that all of the blood that is supposed to be going to the left lung is getting there. As she grows, she'll get more room in her chest cavity and it should allow the blood vessel to spread out a little and unkink. We go back in a year to check it out.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Scratch that
We have an appointment with a pediatric cardiologist and an echocardiagram tomorrow morning.
Miracle Gro
Katie had her one month well baby check. As a refresher, she was 20 1/4 inches long and 7 lbs, .06 ozs at birth.
Her big sister, Callie, was 6 lbs, 11.8 ozs and 19 inches long at birth and at one month was 20 3/4 inches long and 9 lbs even at one month. Callie has slid down the lower half of the percentile charty dodad for her entire life. I think that she's currently at about 20%.
Yesterday, Katie tipped the scales at NINE POUNDS, 11 ozs. Then she nursed. And then the nurse asked if I wasnted to weigh her again and she was a smidge under ten pounds. And she's 22 inches long. This little growth spurt puts her in the 79th percentile for height and 61st for weight.
In Other News, she also has a heart murmur. Our pediatrician sent us straight to the hospital for an EKG and a chest xray. The EKG was normal and I haven't heard back about the chest xray. I don't actually know what they would have been looking for on an xray. I'm assuming that if there was anything glaring, they wouldn't have let us leave yesterday and/or we would have heard something by now. Right?
Her big sister, Callie, was 6 lbs, 11.8 ozs and 19 inches long at birth and at one month was 20 3/4 inches long and 9 lbs even at one month. Callie has slid down the lower half of the percentile charty dodad for her entire life. I think that she's currently at about 20%.
Yesterday, Katie tipped the scales at NINE POUNDS, 11 ozs. Then she nursed. And then the nurse asked if I wasnted to weigh her again and she was a smidge under ten pounds. And she's 22 inches long. This little growth spurt puts her in the 79th percentile for height and 61st for weight.
In Other News, she also has a heart murmur. Our pediatrician sent us straight to the hospital for an EKG and a chest xray. The EKG was normal and I haven't heard back about the chest xray. I don't actually know what they would have been looking for on an xray. I'm assuming that if there was anything glaring, they wouldn't have let us leave yesterday and/or we would have heard something by now. Right?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ever wonder why your baking never turns out as well as your Grandma's?
It's because she had all the best recipes.
fudge icing, sandwiched between butter cookies
recipe from the 1950 Betty Crocker Cookbook
Friday, May 14, 2010
What is it about
this book? I know that it's considered a classic, and that kids everywhere love it. My kid, in fact, brings it to me at least thirty-eleven times a day, and we pore over every single page. Is it horribly un-American that I really just don't love this book? That she has shelves full of books that I'd rather read, and that I groan on the inside most times that she picks THIS ONE? Can't we read the sweet Mommy Kisses one instead?
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
April 30, 2010
... was the day that our sweet second daughter stole our hearts.
Katie Ann was born at 12:35 pm, was 7 lbs, .06 ozs, and is 20.25 inches long. Her birth was so different from her sister's, and after some precautions that necessated a trip to the nursery, she is nursing well and wiggling into her very own spot in our family.
Since it's a tradition, here's the outline of our day:
2:00 am - After tossing and turning and sweattung for the first half of the night, I give up on the hope of catching any sort of cool breezes through the open windows, get up, close the windows, and crank the a/c.
5:55 am - Apparently, we slept well. I still need to wash my hair, Wes needs to shower, too, we need breakfast, and we're supposed to be at the hospital at 7:00...
7:45 am - Dr K comes in to check on me and convinces me to let him break my water. He says it will help to speed things along. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not. I'm 2-3 cm dialated, 50% effaced, and Katie's head is engaged! Dr K breaks my water, says "Oh, good, it's clear... oh, wait, no it's not." About that time, the nurse tells him that I also had protien in my urine. He looked at me and said "It's a damn good day to have a baby, Jess!" He's got some patients to see this morning, but will be back in a few hours.
9:00 am - contractions are about 2 minutes apart, and Katie's heartrate is dropping (and coming back up) with each one. We have to readjust the moniters because she's moving down. I'm 4 cm, 75% effaced.
9:30 am - concractions are starting to get more ... intense. I'm playing a game with myself. It's called "Let's re-evaluate the pain in 15 minutes". Because I'm going to get charged for the epidural by the time that it's in and I'm all about being thrifty. And because I didn't love not being able to feel my legs. And because I didn't love the catheder, either. And because I'm still convinced that it's going to be a very long day, remember?
10:30 am - asked for the epidural. It's going to take 30+ minutes for him to get here and by then, I'm pretty sure that I'll be glad to see him.
11:18 am - Asked the nurse if I can get up and go to the bathroom. (tricky, huh? This way, I can get out of bed, walk, and not worry about the moniters - because they're all unhooked!) In the bathroom, I asked if it would be okay if I poop. She says only if I promise not to push out a baby... It feels ... different, so I didn't push any more and apologized in advance for any messes I might make later. :) Oh, look! The epidural guy is here!
(at this point, I should have had the nurse check me BEFORE the epidural guy starts his thing. Remind me next time.)
11:56 am - The epidural is in. I might have not been able to not push 4 or 5 times in that 38 minutes. I'm also pretty sure that Wes was completely unprepared for how to help me through those contractions, but he did a great job and was only a little bit freaked out.
11:58 am - I'm complete, under orders to "not push", and the nurse is on the phone with Dr K. He'll be here in 5 minutes. The epidural will take about 15 minutes to kick in...
12:05 pm - It's okay if I push now. Pushing is a lot more effective and a lot easier if you can feel what you're doing.
12:15 pm - Dr K is there, putting on his own party dress, and they can see Katie's head. She's face up, like Callie was, but her hand is not above her head, or maybe it was and the nurse was able to put it down. The nurse did some other manuvering of my daughter, which felt about like it sounds like it would. Very very wierd. The epidural is starting to kick in, but at this point, I can still feel - it's just maybe taking the edge off.
12:25 pm - "her head is out that much" says Dr K, holding his fingers about an inch apart. I can feel it, and push it out more. He tells me to stop, because they need to suction her before I push her the rest of the way.
12:33 pm - (the nurse said 12:35, but I was looking at the stupid clock. It was 12:33) I felt my daughter's shoulders, then the rest of her, slide out. She cried a beautiful little bleat, and I could look down to see her. This time, they put her on my chest while they cleaned her off a little and I delivered the placenta, then Wes cut her cord and we stared at her, memorizing her face.
Praise God!
Katie Ann was born at 12:35 pm, was 7 lbs, .06 ozs, and is 20.25 inches long. Her birth was so different from her sister's, and after some precautions that necessated a trip to the nursery, she is nursing well and wiggling into her very own spot in our family.
Since it's a tradition, here's the outline of our day:
2:00 am - After tossing and turning and sweattung for the first half of the night, I give up on the hope of catching any sort of cool breezes through the open windows, get up, close the windows, and crank the a/c.
5:55 am - Apparently, we slept well. I still need to wash my hair, Wes needs to shower, too, we need breakfast, and we're supposed to be at the hospital at 7:00...
6:56 am - I stuff the last of my Braum's bacon, egg, and cheese bagel into my mouth and get out of the truck. We're ready to have a BABY!
7:15 am - We're checked in, walking the long way to our room. This time, there's not a soul to be seen, and we've got a lot of time to get all settled in and hooked up. I'm a little bit nervous about his induction. With Callie's, I thought I had won the induction lottery, but our conditions then were at least "favorable" (she was engaged, I was dialating and my cervix was effacing, plus, I'd already started leaking water the night before she was born). This time, when Dr K had checked on Tuesday, I was only dialated to a 1, not effacing, and Katie was still "floating". At this point, I'm pretty convinced that I'm in for a long, hard labor.
7:45 am - Dr K comes in to check on me and convinces me to let him break my water. He says it will help to speed things along. I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing or not. I'm 2-3 cm dialated, 50% effaced, and Katie's head is engaged! Dr K breaks my water, says "Oh, good, it's clear... oh, wait, no it's not." About that time, the nurse tells him that I also had protien in my urine. He looked at me and said "It's a damn good day to have a baby, Jess!" He's got some patients to see this morning, but will be back in a few hours.
9:00 am - contractions are about 2 minutes apart, and Katie's heartrate is dropping (and coming back up) with each one. We have to readjust the moniters because she's moving down. I'm 4 cm, 75% effaced.
9:30 am - concractions are starting to get more ... intense. I'm playing a game with myself. It's called "Let's re-evaluate the pain in 15 minutes". Because I'm going to get charged for the epidural by the time that it's in and I'm all about being thrifty. And because I didn't love not being able to feel my legs. And because I didn't love the catheder, either. And because I'm still convinced that it's going to be a very long day, remember?
10:30 am - asked for the epidural. It's going to take 30+ minutes for him to get here and by then, I'm pretty sure that I'll be glad to see him.
11:18 am - Asked the nurse if I can get up and go to the bathroom. (tricky, huh? This way, I can get out of bed, walk, and not worry about the moniters - because they're all unhooked!) In the bathroom, I asked if it would be okay if I poop. She says only if I promise not to push out a baby... It feels ... different, so I didn't push any more and apologized in advance for any messes I might make later. :) Oh, look! The epidural guy is here!
(at this point, I should have had the nurse check me BEFORE the epidural guy starts his thing. Remind me next time.)
11:56 am - The epidural is in. I might have not been able to not push 4 or 5 times in that 38 minutes. I'm also pretty sure that Wes was completely unprepared for how to help me through those contractions, but he did a great job and was only a little bit freaked out.
11:58 am - I'm complete, under orders to "not push", and the nurse is on the phone with Dr K. He'll be here in 5 minutes. The epidural will take about 15 minutes to kick in...
12:05 pm - It's okay if I push now. Pushing is a lot more effective and a lot easier if you can feel what you're doing.
12:15 pm - Dr K is there, putting on his own party dress, and they can see Katie's head. She's face up, like Callie was, but her hand is not above her head, or maybe it was and the nurse was able to put it down. The nurse did some other manuvering of my daughter, which felt about like it sounds like it would. Very very wierd. The epidural is starting to kick in, but at this point, I can still feel - it's just maybe taking the edge off.
12:25 pm - "her head is out that much" says Dr K, holding his fingers about an inch apart. I can feel it, and push it out more. He tells me to stop, because they need to suction her before I push her the rest of the way.
12:33 pm - (the nurse said 12:35, but I was looking at the stupid clock. It was 12:33) I felt my daughter's shoulders, then the rest of her, slide out. She cried a beautiful little bleat, and I could look down to see her. This time, they put her on my chest while they cleaned her off a little and I delivered the placenta, then Wes cut her cord and we stared at her, memorizing her face.
Praise God!
Baby!
is here. Safe and sound, after an accidentally almost unmedicated 4-ish hour labor. :)
Short stats:
Katie Ann Moore
7 lbs, .06 ozs, 21.25 in.
4/30/10 @ 12:35 pm
Birthstory coming, but toddler + newborn = mama's hands FULL. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Life's pretty grand round these parts lately.
Short stats:
Katie Ann Moore
7 lbs, .06 ozs, 21.25 in.
4/30/10 @ 12:35 pm
Birthstory coming, but toddler + newborn = mama's hands FULL. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Life's pretty grand round these parts lately.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday.
I won't post a picture of my feet, but trust me on their manatee-like state. BP is getting closer to my-almost-normal, which bought me a few days. Dr. Fabulous told me that he's not going to insist that I come in tomorrow, but that he'd like to have Ralphy out by the end of the week.
So, we go in on Friday. Pray for us?
So, we go in on Friday. Pray for us?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Another car seat article
Great, easy to understand, not too preachy article on carseat safety. :)
EDIT: Except that some of the comments are downright wrong. Got questions? Ask away.
What is this, Mama? Turn me back around!
For the record, C is almost 20 months old, 23-ish pounds, and 31 inches tall. Age and weight-wise, she's legal to turn front facing. If I were interested, I'd check the manual on her Marathon and see if she's tall enough, but I think she's right at the borderline.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
My Plan? HA!
OB visit yesterday. None of the progress that I want, only the progress that I don't want.
I'm mayyyybe one cm dialated, and he said I was 50% effaced, but it was after seeing the disappointment on my face, so I suspect that was a gimme.
On the flip side, my blood pressure is creeping up, the edema is rapidly spreading up my body, and I can't go on bedrest with a toddler. I get way more "rest" at work than I do at home.
Ugh. God's plan. It's better than mine, right? RIGHT?
I'm mayyyybe one cm dialated, and he said I was 50% effaced, but it was after seeing the disappointment on my face, so I suspect that was a gimme.
On the flip side, my blood pressure is creeping up, the edema is rapidly spreading up my body, and I can't go on bedrest with a toddler. I get way more "rest" at work than I do at home.
Ugh. God's plan. It's better than mine, right? RIGHT?
Friday, April 16, 2010
In case you're interested...
I'm pretty sure that Little Sister dropped on Tuesday evening and is now engaged. I felt something odd, and she's still wiggly, but is a couple of inches lower and not doing somersaults anymore.
Out of curiosity, yesterday, I wrote down contractions and length and they were pretty regularly 10-11 minutes apart and 2-3 minutes in length.
Husband thought I was going to go into labor last night because we had a cold front coming in and storms predicted for the whole weekend. As of yet, I have (obviously) not. Besides, I have a garage sale PLANNED for tomorrow. As long as it stops raining. :)
Out of curiosity, yesterday, I wrote down contractions and length and they were pretty regularly 10-11 minutes apart and 2-3 minutes in length.
Husband thought I was going to go into labor last night because we had a cold front coming in and storms predicted for the whole weekend. As of yet, I have (obviously) not. Besides, I have a garage sale PLANNED for tomorrow. As long as it stops raining. :)
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