This morning in all our morning craziness the baby wakes up in his bassinet screaming out in pain. My husband is in the kitchen and is closest to our room. So he starts in that direction with me on his heels in no time( men never seem to move as fast as a worried mother!). As we are going around the bed to get the baby he turns to me and quickly holds something out and says, "Here hold this." I automatically reach out and take whatever it is. I mean wouldn't you have? Well the reason he was in the kitchen was he was preparing his lunch. So I was handed 2 cold wet slices of lunch meat! Once it was in my hand I stopped walking and had to look at the gross wet things in my hand. He picks up the baby and sees the look on my face and cracks up. "I can't believe you actually took it!" was his reaction.
Now my new motto with the family is: Family:Expect the Unexpected! Not that this is a new revelation, what with all the times I find cheese and a trail of ants behind the couch(yesterday!) or hear the screams from my son's room and upon investigation find my 1 year old on the tallest dresser with no explanation possible for how he got there. There are so many things that happen in a house of 6 that are just bizarre. Most of the times its something the kids do that is the craziest or most unexplainable. Like when my oldest was just 2 she got a necklace off of a teddy bear that she had managed to get on there with out me being able to remove it. I mean I tried for like 20 minutes to get it off then looked at her and said sorry but I couldn't get it off and gave it back to her. I look at her a few minutes later and realized she had it off and it looked to still be completely intact and so did the bear. I got them from her and looked for a place where she had to have broke the necklace to get it off. There was no such place nor was the bear damaged at all! I still to this day have no clue how she got the beads on the bear or off of it.
So now I just need to remember, especially as my kids get older, there will be even more things to expect to be crazy around here.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Child Communication & Doctors Offices
You ever realize how children change in a pediatricians waiting room? Well it is possible its just my children that decide to either become very vocal or want to hide behind(or under) me. A few months ago I took my 1 year old son to the doctor for his 18 month check up. I had him in his little stroller and he was set and content. We went to the well child waiting room and sat down to wait. We were there for about 5 minutes and another mom with a 2 year old daughter came in and sat across from us. Her daughter sat at the table that was between us. She was obviously very curious about my son. She kept stealing glances in his direction. Finally she came over closer to a chair directly in front of us.
She was looking at him and her mom said something along the lines of don't mess with them. I looked up and told her that she wasn't bothering us. I told Jordan(my son)to say hello. He babbled at her. Then they suddenly they were in a conversation that only the two of them could understand. It was so neat to watch them because I know they knew what the other was saying. I commented on this to her mom and she said, "This is strange! She has completely reverted back to baby talk. She normally can talk well for a 2 year old." I thought that was a pretty neat thing to see/hear.
She was looking at him and her mom said something along the lines of don't mess with them. I looked up and told her that she wasn't bothering us. I told Jordan(my son)to say hello. He babbled at her. Then they suddenly they were in a conversation that only the two of them could understand. It was so neat to watch them because I know they knew what the other was saying. I commented on this to her mom and she said, "This is strange! She has completely reverted back to baby talk. She normally can talk well for a 2 year old." I thought that was a pretty neat thing to see/hear.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Our rights as women to vote
This was an email I received today. The sad thing is I didn't know things were that bad. I mean I was taught that women had to 'fight' for their rights but I never knew it was as bad as this says it was.
A Message for all women
THIS IS MOVING. HOW QUICKLY WE FORGET.....IF ....WE EVER KNEW...... WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE
This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.' They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press. So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work?
Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining? Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling family:georgia;font-size:85%;">booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder. All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more routine.
Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege.
Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history,
saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk
about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought
kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said.
'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just
younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The
right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'
HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history,
social studies and government teachers would include the movie in
their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere
else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing,
but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think
a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.
We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so
hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic republican or independent party - remember to vote.
History is being made.
A Message for all women
THIS IS MOVING. HOW QUICKLY WE FORGET.....IF ....WE EVER KNEW...... WHY WOMEN SHOULD VOTE
This is the story of our Grandmothers and Great-grandmothers; they lived only 90 years ago. Remember, it was not until 1920 that women were granted the right to go to the polls and vote.The women were innocent and defenseless, but they were jailed nonetheless for picketing the White House, carrying signs asking for the vote. And by the end of the night, they were barely alive. Forty prison guards wielding clubs and their warden's blessing went on a rampage against the 33 women wrongly convicted of 'obstructing sidewalk traffic.' They beat Lucy Burns, chained her hands to the cell bars above her head and left her hanging for the night, bleeding and gasping for air. They hurled Dora Lewis into a dark cell, smashed her head against an iron bed and knocked her out cold. Her cellmate, Alice Cosu, thought Lewis was dead and suffered a heart attack. Additional affidavits describe the guards grabbing, dragging, beating, choking, slamming, pinching, twisting and kicking the women. Thus unfolded the 'Night of Terror' on Nov. 15, 1917, when the warden at the Occoquan Workhouse in Virginia ordered his guards to teach a lesson to the suffragists imprisoned there because they dared to picket Woodrow Wilson's White House for the right to vote. For weeks, the women's only water came from an open pail. Their food--all of it colorless slop--was infested with worms. When one of the leaders, Alice Paul, embarked on a hunger strike, they tied her to a chair, forced a tube down her throat and poured liquid into her until she vomited. She was tortured like this for weeks until word was smuggled out to the press. So, refresh my memory. Some women won't vote this year because why, exactly? We have carpool duties? We have to get to work?
Our vote doesn't matter? It's raining? Last week, I went to a sparsely attended screening of new movie 'Iron Jawed Angels.' It is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling family:georgia;font-size:85%;">booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder. All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more routine.
Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege.
Sometimes it was inconvenient.
My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history,
saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk
about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. 'One thought
kept coming back to me as I watched that movie,' she said.
'What would those women think of the way I use, or don't use my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just
younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn.' The
right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her 'all over again.'
HBO released the movie on video and DVD . I wish all history,
social studies and government teachers would include the movie in
their curriculum I want it shown on Bunco night, too, and anywhere
else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing,
but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think
a little shock therapy is in order.
It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy.
The doctor admonished the men: 'Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.'
Please, if you are so inclined, pass this on to all the women you know.
We need to get out and vote and use this right that was fought so
hard for by these very courageous women. Whether you vote democratic republican or independent party - remember to vote.
History is being made.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Heels and purses
HYSo, I kept my nephew last night and his mom will be coming in a few hours to get him. Its my sister and her hubby's anniversary. So I agreed to keep the munchkin so they could have time together, alone. She lives an hour or so away from me. Her dad (we are half sisters) lives like 10 mins. from her but he and his wife refuse to keep their grandson and so my sister never gets a break. Its sad. I wish she lived closer so I could help her more.
Well its hasn't been as bad as I thought it might be. See Dallas(my nephew) is an only child for one thing and for another he is a tiny bit delayed. At one point we were worried he was autistic. A fact which I believe is still possible, if only a little. He gets very loud and doesn't quite talk as well as he should by almost 4 years old. He has done good though. He had a little difficulty going to bed last night because I put my kids to bed a lot earlier than my sister does. He usually goes to bed around 10 or 11. I put mine down somewhere between 730 -8pm. Last night I thought I should try to wait till 830 or 9 but I got suddenly tired and decided not to wait.
We moved my youngest daughters bed into my sons room and put my daughter in her sisters bed(big sister was at grandma's for the night). Dallas got in the bed just fine, we gave kisses and hugs and said good night and turned off the lights and closed the door. I went into my daughters room to say prayers and tell her good night. I wasn't in there 3 mins. before he was screaming. I finished up in with my daughter and went in to tell him he was okay and to go to sleep. I did this 3 times and thankfully he finally calmed down and slept the rest the night just fine.
Since he is an only child he doesn't have sisters or girl toys around. He has become fascinated with my daughter's heels and purse! I am cracking up at this. My son doesn't even play with the heels (by his own choice not me stopping him). I am going to take a picture or Dallas in the heels with the purse and give it to my sister. Her redneck backwoods husband will really love that. He's the beer guzzling, wrestling watching, mud ridding type. The funny thing is my sister has turned like that too. See our mother who raised us both on her own was raised in California, so we didn't grow up in the boondocks (or at least not with that mentality). Our talk is southern but not like most people we live around. NOT THAT ANY OF THAT IS WRONG OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I Do Not think I am better than anyone. My point is that when we were growing up I never would have pictured my sister the way she is now.
Anyway we shall see how the heels and purse go over when mommy comes to get him.
Really wish I could go out and do something today. Tropical storm Faye is dropping some needed rain on us. Its pretty wet outside so playing outside is out. We are broke so going out isn't an option. Gas prices are still crazy(even though they are saying on the news "they are falling" Ha! not that I've noticed!).
I guess I will find something to do (not that with 4 kids+1 that will be hard).
Well its hasn't been as bad as I thought it might be. See Dallas(my nephew) is an only child for one thing and for another he is a tiny bit delayed. At one point we were worried he was autistic. A fact which I believe is still possible, if only a little. He gets very loud and doesn't quite talk as well as he should by almost 4 years old. He has done good though. He had a little difficulty going to bed last night because I put my kids to bed a lot earlier than my sister does. He usually goes to bed around 10 or 11. I put mine down somewhere between 730 -8pm. Last night I thought I should try to wait till 830 or 9 but I got suddenly tired and decided not to wait.
We moved my youngest daughters bed into my sons room and put my daughter in her sisters bed(big sister was at grandma's for the night). Dallas got in the bed just fine, we gave kisses and hugs and said good night and turned off the lights and closed the door. I went into my daughters room to say prayers and tell her good night. I wasn't in there 3 mins. before he was screaming. I finished up in with my daughter and went in to tell him he was okay and to go to sleep. I did this 3 times and thankfully he finally calmed down and slept the rest the night just fine.
Since he is an only child he doesn't have sisters or girl toys around. He has become fascinated with my daughter's heels and purse! I am cracking up at this. My son doesn't even play with the heels (by his own choice not me stopping him). I am going to take a picture or Dallas in the heels with the purse and give it to my sister. Her redneck backwoods husband will really love that. He's the beer guzzling, wrestling watching, mud ridding type. The funny thing is my sister has turned like that too. See our mother who raised us both on her own was raised in California, so we didn't grow up in the boondocks (or at least not with that mentality). Our talk is southern but not like most people we live around. NOT THAT ANY OF THAT IS WRONG OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I Do Not think I am better than anyone. My point is that when we were growing up I never would have pictured my sister the way she is now.
Anyway we shall see how the heels and purse go over when mommy comes to get him.
Really wish I could go out and do something today. Tropical storm Faye is dropping some needed rain on us. Its pretty wet outside so playing outside is out. We are broke so going out isn't an option. Gas prices are still crazy(even though they are saying on the news "they are falling" Ha! not that I've noticed!).
I guess I will find something to do (not that with 4 kids+1 that will be hard).
Friday, August 22, 2008
Getting Better at Cleaning
Setting up everything for a home to be run smoothly is a continual process. I have lived in this home for 6 months and I still am not completely settled the way I want it to be. Maybe its because I have things in a certain place to keep the children(or the thing) safe. Or maybe its because I am renting this house and have a feeling that we will end up moving and haven't made myself put things in a permanent location. Whatever my reason I am trying now to get more organized and focused on my housekeeping abilities. I am widely known as the worst housekeeper ever. The sad thing is I have had a few jobs where I was a maid type worker and cleaning is what I was paid for. I can clean any house or place great as long as its not my own.
But all that is going to change! I am motivated and will not loose that motivation! I mean it! No, I really do. Okay maybe i will slip up and forget the dinner dishes and maybe that basket of laundry will sit there for a day or two but I am trying to improve.
I recently bought a few ebooks all about home (and life) organization. I have ready two of them so far and have had some pretty good tips and ideas come from them. I was thinking of dedicating an entire post to the best household tips I've ever read/heard. Does that sound like something you'd like to read? If so leave a comment to this post and let me know.
But all that is going to change! I am motivated and will not loose that motivation! I mean it! No, I really do. Okay maybe i will slip up and forget the dinner dishes and maybe that basket of laundry will sit there for a day or two but I am trying to improve.
I recently bought a few ebooks all about home (and life) organization. I have ready two of them so far and have had some pretty good tips and ideas come from them. I was thinking of dedicating an entire post to the best household tips I've ever read/heard. Does that sound like something you'd like to read? If so leave a comment to this post and let me know.
Labor & Delivery
Being that my last post was when I found out I was expecting, I think I need to write now.
We had Adam Elijah on June 23, 2008. He was 8lbs 14oz 21.5 in.(he was a BIG baby. Over a pound heavier than my second biggest was at 7.11!). The pregnancy went great. I didn’t even have gestational diabetes this time, which blew me away since I had it with my last one and was borderline with my second. The labor was a different story.
My doctor had to go to France for 2 weeks and didn’t get back till the day after my due date. I was not happy about having to see her partners. I really like her and wanted it to be with her. I also know that if she would have been there for this delivery it would have gone smoother.
Well, I went in on the 23rd for my appointment @9am with one of her partners and I had been having irregular contractions since the day before. I didn’t think anything of them since they were all too common throughout all of my pregnancies from about 5 months on. I had to do the pee in a cup thing as usual when I got there but this time I was shocked to see blood in the cup and when I wiped. Before I could even say something to the nurse she said "There’s a lot of blood in your urine." She let the doctor know and he promptly came in and checked me and said I was almost 5cm (I was 3 for 2 weeks in a row before that). They called next door to the hospital and let them know I was on my way.
I got there @10 & they hooked my up to the monitors and waited a while to get a good look at how my contractions were coming (they were not in any set pattern). Two hours later @ 12:30 the doctor I used with my first came in and she broke my water and told me that when I wanted the epidural to just ask.
Ten minutes later the nurse came in and was going to hook up the pitocin since she thought my contractions weren’t getting started. I was going to tell her I wanted to wait off on the pit because I knew they were coming and were getting stronger and more regular but then she realized I was having one again after just having one like 3 mins or lees before that one. So she said "okay we can wait and see if they keep picking up." I already had my husband there but I called my mom to let her know the contractions were getting faster and a lot stronger. She was going to be there for the birth and was on her way there from work.
An hour later she got there and I was trying to hold off from getting the epidural for as long as possible because I didn’t want it to interfere with me having a vaginal birth (my 1st was a C-section because they gave me the epidural to early). The contractions had gotten unbearable and very close together, like back to back with 30 seconds or lees between. I called to the nurse and told them I wanted it. They called the guy who does it and he was "on his way." An hour later, he still wasn't there and I was dieing! They had paged him 3 times already and I was at 9cm.
When the nurse checked me and I was at 9 she should have paged the doctor but she was so worried about me being in so much pain she wanted me to have the epidural. In truth if she would have just got the doc there and let me push him out I would have been fine. Well the doc for the epidural got there (@ 2:15) and they sat me up to do it and I told them (well maybe told isn’t the right word lol I kind of yelled at them) "he's coming out!!" The anesthesiologist said we could do the epidural with me lying on my side, so that how it was done (@225). They always send the family out of the room when they do it. So when they let my husband back in the room he got very angry at the anesthesiologist for cracking jokes about "only being here for moral support."
James and my mom were at the end of the bed while the nurses were setting things up for the birth (all the while I'm still laying there in a LOT of pain). James looked up at me and realized the baby was coming out! He was like "Hey! Uhmmm Uhmmm!" Pointing at me. The nurse yelled and said "Pull that table over here!" James slung it out of the lil room they keep all the stuff in to her. She told me to push then a second later to stop so she could clean his mouth and nose out. Then a tiny push again had him out! The nurse delivered him before the doctor could even make it in the room. By the time the doctor made it they already had him off of my belly to the warmer and were cleaning him the rest of the way and doing all the stuff they do. I told the doc when she got there she missed the party and she was like "I can see that." All she had to do was deliver the placenta. I was perfectly fine after he was out. He was born at 2:37pm. 2 hours and 5 mins after the water was broke. The epidural didn’t even have time to do anything. I was full able to move my legs and felt every inch of Adam come out. After he was out, I sat up and the nurse pulled it out, saying something along the lines of "a lot of good this did ya."
So well I guess it went well as far as no complications or anything like that.
Well, I have written enough for now. I need to go fix the zoo crew here some lunch before the decide to raid the fridge themselves(oh what a mess! I shudder at the thought!)!
We had Adam Elijah on June 23, 2008. He was 8lbs 14oz 21.5 in.(he was a BIG baby. Over a pound heavier than my second biggest was at 7.11!). The pregnancy went great. I didn’t even have gestational diabetes this time, which blew me away since I had it with my last one and was borderline with my second. The labor was a different story.
My doctor had to go to France for 2 weeks and didn’t get back till the day after my due date. I was not happy about having to see her partners. I really like her and wanted it to be with her. I also know that if she would have been there for this delivery it would have gone smoother.
Well, I went in on the 23rd for my appointment @9am with one of her partners and I had been having irregular contractions since the day before. I didn’t think anything of them since they were all too common throughout all of my pregnancies from about 5 months on. I had to do the pee in a cup thing as usual when I got there but this time I was shocked to see blood in the cup and when I wiped. Before I could even say something to the nurse she said "There’s a lot of blood in your urine." She let the doctor know and he promptly came in and checked me and said I was almost 5cm (I was 3 for 2 weeks in a row before that). They called next door to the hospital and let them know I was on my way.
I got there @10 & they hooked my up to the monitors and waited a while to get a good look at how my contractions were coming (they were not in any set pattern). Two hours later @ 12:30 the doctor I used with my first came in and she broke my water and told me that when I wanted the epidural to just ask.
Ten minutes later the nurse came in and was going to hook up the pitocin since she thought my contractions weren’t getting started. I was going to tell her I wanted to wait off on the pit because I knew they were coming and were getting stronger and more regular but then she realized I was having one again after just having one like 3 mins or lees before that one. So she said "okay we can wait and see if they keep picking up." I already had my husband there but I called my mom to let her know the contractions were getting faster and a lot stronger. She was going to be there for the birth and was on her way there from work.
An hour later she got there and I was trying to hold off from getting the epidural for as long as possible because I didn’t want it to interfere with me having a vaginal birth (my 1st was a C-section because they gave me the epidural to early). The contractions had gotten unbearable and very close together, like back to back with 30 seconds or lees between. I called to the nurse and told them I wanted it. They called the guy who does it and he was "on his way." An hour later, he still wasn't there and I was dieing! They had paged him 3 times already and I was at 9cm.
When the nurse checked me and I was at 9 she should have paged the doctor but she was so worried about me being in so much pain she wanted me to have the epidural. In truth if she would have just got the doc there and let me push him out I would have been fine. Well the doc for the epidural got there (@ 2:15) and they sat me up to do it and I told them (well maybe told isn’t the right word lol I kind of yelled at them) "he's coming out!!" The anesthesiologist said we could do the epidural with me lying on my side, so that how it was done (@225). They always send the family out of the room when they do it. So when they let my husband back in the room he got very angry at the anesthesiologist for cracking jokes about "only being here for moral support."
James and my mom were at the end of the bed while the nurses were setting things up for the birth (all the while I'm still laying there in a LOT of pain). James looked up at me and realized the baby was coming out! He was like "Hey! Uhmmm Uhmmm!" Pointing at me. The nurse yelled and said "Pull that table over here!" James slung it out of the lil room they keep all the stuff in to her. She told me to push then a second later to stop so she could clean his mouth and nose out. Then a tiny push again had him out! The nurse delivered him before the doctor could even make it in the room. By the time the doctor made it they already had him off of my belly to the warmer and were cleaning him the rest of the way and doing all the stuff they do. I told the doc when she got there she missed the party and she was like "I can see that." All she had to do was deliver the placenta. I was perfectly fine after he was out. He was born at 2:37pm. 2 hours and 5 mins after the water was broke. The epidural didn’t even have time to do anything. I was full able to move my legs and felt every inch of Adam come out. After he was out, I sat up and the nurse pulled it out, saying something along the lines of "a lot of good this did ya."
So well I guess it went well as far as no complications or anything like that.
Well, I have written enough for now. I need to go fix the zoo crew here some lunch before the decide to raid the fridge themselves(oh what a mess! I shudder at the thought!)!
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