In my last post, I explained that I got a call from my OB saying that Leighton had a spot on her heart.
I went for my EchoUltrasound on Tuesday, which was an hour long and I'm pretty sure I dozed off a couple of times while some lady was pushing a paddle across my stomach. Dim lights, soft music, humming machines...definitely nap material. She didn't say much but I overheard her talking to the radiologist and she said something about 3 mm. I immediately panicked. I'm a worst-case-scenario kind of person. Tell me some news and I'll think of the worst thing that could possibly happen. Anyway, I figured a 3 mm spot on an adult heart might not be such a big deal, but on a baby who doesn't even weigh a pound yet? That's pretty big.
Yesterday I went for another regular ultrasound because at my first one Leighton wasn't going into the "right" positions for the best pictures and we never got a picture of the entire spine. The same ultrasound technician was there that I had at my first ultrasound and I told her about going for an Echo and she seemed stunned that I was even sent for one. Another woman joined our conversation and said that they see spots all the time and that it's just a Calcified Papillary Muscle (after some research, I'm still not sure what that means). I sure breathed a sigh of relief, though, just hearing these women talk about how it was no big deal.
Yesterday we also got to see Leighton sucking her thumb, moving her feet around (I think she was dancing) and touch her face all over with her hands. Around this time is when the baby's nerves in their fingertips start working, so it made sense that she wanted to feel her face.
Other than that things around here have been pretty slow. I called my Supervisor at work yesterday and she thinks it will be another 2-4 weeks before I get called back into work. It's not worth it for me to go back yet because they only make about 25 hours/week and I make more money at home on unemployment.
Pregnancy is still going meh. Nausea is down, gagging still there and heartburn is up. So I traded one thing for another. Leighton seems to be sitting WAY lower than Paisley ever did. I feel like she's going to kick right out of my you-know-what (think low) every day. It's not that comfortable. I think maybe 3 times I've felt her kick above my pants.
I'm trying to work on the girls' room (they'll be sharing), but I'm having a hard time finding matching or at least co-ordinating crib/twin bedding. If anyone knows of anyplace where they sell matching bedding let me know! I had planned on getting this all done before going back to work, but I'm not making much progress. Dave said he will do the painting and decorating during his March Break, and I just laughed. I know he just says that so I won't stress over it, but I know I would be more stressed if I were at work knowing Dave is at home painting the girls' room. What if he didn't do a proper taping job? What if he didn't do enough coats?
Oh, the stresses of a pregnant woman.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Much Needed Update
We have internet! Yay! After almost 2 months of using internet at either my parents or Dave's parents, I'd say it's about time!
I figured it's been long enough since a post, so here we go with the updating.
We moved! We're out of our little teeny tiny duplex by the lake, and in a larger (but not large) country house surrounded by apple orchards and we absolutely love it! Still just two bedrooms but Paisley's is the size of 2 bedrooms, so there's plenty of room for the new baby. We also have a good sized yard and a garage.
We're having a girl! I know I already put this on Facebook, but just thought I'd mention it here, too. Dave picked out the name Leighton and he finally gave in to the name Capri (one of my fave girl names ever!), so we're naming her Leighton Capri. She's a lot lower than Paisley was so her kicking feels really weird. Mostly she kicks right on my bladder so it's like needing to pee really bad for a small micro second but it passes once she's done moving.
Paisley is still up to her usually silly self. She wears her glittery dress shoes in the house with her pajamas on and her messenger boy hat on backwards and holds her little purse and then looks at herself in the mirror with pure pride while sitting on her bench. She's learning a lot of words now but only says them when she's asked to. Other than that it's just grunts and other random noises. All of her stuffed animals have to wear diapers. What a cutie.
I've been laid off since the end of November and I absolutely love it. I'm dreading the day when I get called back in (which could be any day now).
I had my first ultrasound on January 4th and got a call from my OB saying that they found a spot on the baby's heart. It could be nothing, but it could be something, so I got some blood taken for genetic testing (I opted out of the first two parts of that testing) and I go for an echo ultrasound on January 25th. On January 27th I go for another regular ultrasound because they couldn't see the baby's full spine last time. She wasn't moving into the positions the technician wanted last time (stubborn already!) so I have to go back to look at the spine again.
Anyway, I think that's all I have to update for now. Sure is nice to have internet access to start posting again!
I figured it's been long enough since a post, so here we go with the updating.
We moved! We're out of our little teeny tiny duplex by the lake, and in a larger (but not large) country house surrounded by apple orchards and we absolutely love it! Still just two bedrooms but Paisley's is the size of 2 bedrooms, so there's plenty of room for the new baby. We also have a good sized yard and a garage.
We're having a girl! I know I already put this on Facebook, but just thought I'd mention it here, too. Dave picked out the name Leighton and he finally gave in to the name Capri (one of my fave girl names ever!), so we're naming her Leighton Capri. She's a lot lower than Paisley was so her kicking feels really weird. Mostly she kicks right on my bladder so it's like needing to pee really bad for a small micro second but it passes once she's done moving.
Paisley is still up to her usually silly self. She wears her glittery dress shoes in the house with her pajamas on and her messenger boy hat on backwards and holds her little purse and then looks at herself in the mirror with pure pride while sitting on her bench. She's learning a lot of words now but only says them when she's asked to. Other than that it's just grunts and other random noises. All of her stuffed animals have to wear diapers. What a cutie.
I've been laid off since the end of November and I absolutely love it. I'm dreading the day when I get called back in (which could be any day now).
I had my first ultrasound on January 4th and got a call from my OB saying that they found a spot on the baby's heart. It could be nothing, but it could be something, so I got some blood taken for genetic testing (I opted out of the first two parts of that testing) and I go for an echo ultrasound on January 25th. On January 27th I go for another regular ultrasound because they couldn't see the baby's full spine last time. She wasn't moving into the positions the technician wanted last time (stubborn already!) so I have to go back to look at the spine again.
Anyway, I think that's all I have to update for now. Sure is nice to have internet access to start posting again!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Paisley June
Paisley does so many funny things, I decided to share a few of them with you instead of writing 20 status updates about her on Facebook! Yay!
Paisley LOVES brushing her teeth.
You should see her face light up in the morning when I ask her after breakfast, "Paisley, should we brush your teeth?" She can be in the middle of having a fit, but mention tooth brushing and we're golden.
Paisley LOVES picking fuzzies out from between her toes.
I think she loves this more then brushing her teeth. Her face lights up even more when you show her a fuzz hidden in her toes. She picks it out, and instead of throwing it to the ground, she hands it to me or Dave to throw into the garbage.
Paisley is a perfectionist.
There can be a million toys on the ground but she will find a microscopic crumb or fuzz on the floor, pick it up, and bring it to me or Dave to put into the garbage. While driving, she will often say, "Mom", and after I turn around she'll hand me a hair or fuzz she found somewhere. You should see her try to take something out of her mouth (like a hair, or long lost piece of food).
This is probably why she waited until she was 16 months to start walking. She didn't crawl on hands and knees until after a year. I got questions like, "Is there something wrong?" and "Is she ok?". Geez people, she's fine, but your face isn't going to be if you ask me that one more time.
This is also probably why she says very few words. She says Mom, Dad, dog, buh (for bottle), no, yes (sometimes). One day she's just going to talk sentences and recite some Shakespeare or something.
Paisley loves food...but only certain ways.
Cheese has to be grated or in tiny pieces. Sandwiches or toast has to be in pieces, strips is too hard of work because she has to bite off a piece. She hates meat, but loves meatloaf. She can eat 2 eggs at one meal if they're scrambled. She loves, loves, loves watermelon.
We have to be so careful to only put a small amount of food on her plate at one time. Whatever is on there at once is going into her mouth all at once. Her mouth will be so full she can't even chew, but she'll still try to get another piece in. This has led to many gags and throwing up.
Paisley loves babies.
If she sees a picture of a baby she squeals and has to give it a kiss. You should have heard her in the baby aisle at Superstore this morning. It was like heaven to her.
If we're sitting on the couch, so is she.
She will sit in the corner of the couch with her arm on the armrest or her hands behind her head for an hour and watch TV with us. You're probably thinking, "man, what an easy kid". Ya, but that sure makes us look like lazy people.
She does weird things with her face.
She will crinkle her nose and blow in out of her nose really fast. Try doing it, it's hilarious. Now imagine a toddler with little teeth doing it.
When she's whining, she closes her eyes and keeps them closed for about 5 seconds after she's done whining. I'm not sure when she started this, but it's kind of perfect. If she wants something she can't have, you simply hide it when her eyes are closed and voila! Problem solved!
She cleans.
If she finds a kleenex, or a wipe, or a washcloth, she will pretend to wipe down the walls, the couch and anything else you can possibly wipe. Between wipes she will pretend to blow her nose and then keep wiping. How sanitary. If she finds an empty bottle or sipper cup, she'll pretend to dump the pretend contents on the ground and then pretend to wipe it up.
Who pretends to clean?!
Man, I can't imagine life without this funny girl. We laugh at her constantly throughout the day (which she just loves). We probably tell her she's cute about 100 times and day.
I just hope her love for babies continues when we have one!
Paisley LOVES brushing her teeth.
You should see her face light up in the morning when I ask her after breakfast, "Paisley, should we brush your teeth?" She can be in the middle of having a fit, but mention tooth brushing and we're golden.
Paisley LOVES picking fuzzies out from between her toes.
I think she loves this more then brushing her teeth. Her face lights up even more when you show her a fuzz hidden in her toes. She picks it out, and instead of throwing it to the ground, she hands it to me or Dave to throw into the garbage.
Paisley is a perfectionist.
There can be a million toys on the ground but she will find a microscopic crumb or fuzz on the floor, pick it up, and bring it to me or Dave to put into the garbage. While driving, she will often say, "Mom", and after I turn around she'll hand me a hair or fuzz she found somewhere. You should see her try to take something out of her mouth (like a hair, or long lost piece of food).
This is probably why she waited until she was 16 months to start walking. She didn't crawl on hands and knees until after a year. I got questions like, "Is there something wrong?" and "Is she ok?". Geez people, she's fine, but your face isn't going to be if you ask me that one more time.
This is also probably why she says very few words. She says Mom, Dad, dog, buh (for bottle), no, yes (sometimes). One day she's just going to talk sentences and recite some Shakespeare or something.
Paisley loves food...but only certain ways.
Cheese has to be grated or in tiny pieces. Sandwiches or toast has to be in pieces, strips is too hard of work because she has to bite off a piece. She hates meat, but loves meatloaf. She can eat 2 eggs at one meal if they're scrambled. She loves, loves, loves watermelon.
We have to be so careful to only put a small amount of food on her plate at one time. Whatever is on there at once is going into her mouth all at once. Her mouth will be so full she can't even chew, but she'll still try to get another piece in. This has led to many gags and throwing up.
Paisley loves babies.
If she sees a picture of a baby she squeals and has to give it a kiss. You should have heard her in the baby aisle at Superstore this morning. It was like heaven to her.
If we're sitting on the couch, so is she.
She will sit in the corner of the couch with her arm on the armrest or her hands behind her head for an hour and watch TV with us. You're probably thinking, "man, what an easy kid". Ya, but that sure makes us look like lazy people.
She does weird things with her face.
She will crinkle her nose and blow in out of her nose really fast. Try doing it, it's hilarious. Now imagine a toddler with little teeth doing it.
When she's whining, she closes her eyes and keeps them closed for about 5 seconds after she's done whining. I'm not sure when she started this, but it's kind of perfect. If she wants something she can't have, you simply hide it when her eyes are closed and voila! Problem solved!
She cleans.
If she finds a kleenex, or a wipe, or a washcloth, she will pretend to wipe down the walls, the couch and anything else you can possibly wipe. Between wipes she will pretend to blow her nose and then keep wiping. How sanitary. If she finds an empty bottle or sipper cup, she'll pretend to dump the pretend contents on the ground and then pretend to wipe it up.
Who pretends to clean?!
Man, I can't imagine life without this funny girl. We laugh at her constantly throughout the day (which she just loves). We probably tell her she's cute about 100 times and day.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Cravings
After much consideration, I think I am carrying a boy.
I know, I know, it's rediculous to even try to figure out what I'm carrying considering I'm only 10 weeks along. I'm not even showing yet and obviously can't feel the baby moving yet or feel how high or low he/she is sitting. So why do I think it's a boy? CRAVINGS.
With Paisley it seemed like I was craving lady-like, dainty things. Like pickles, buttermilk, pasta sauce and ice. Buttermilk and ice were the most intense cravings I've ever experienced. And, like I told my husband, Dave, a few days ago, unless you've ever been pregnant with cravings, you just can't understand the pure joy and satisfaction in giving in to one of these cravings.
This time I'm craving manly things. Big, fat hamburgers, greasy pizza, and greasy, corn tortilla tacos with lime juice squirted on top.
With Paisley my appetite didn't increase. This time I'm eating everything in sight. I can't stop. I eat supper and half an hour later I'm wondering what I can snack on.
Another difference: I can brown meat this time. With Paisley I'm pretty sure we didn't have any ground meat for at least the first five months. Last week I browned some ground beef and was eating it out of the pan afterwards.
Last Friday I got my tacos. I fried the tortillas, browned the meat, chopped tomatoes, and grated the cheese. I assembled my taco and holy cow, that was the best taco I've ever eaten!!! I kept making loud noises and exclaiming how good it was while I ate it. Dave just laughed and told me to take it easy.
So there you have it. Those are my reasons for thinking it's a boy.
Maybe the main reason I believe it's a boy is because Dave really wants a boy and I'm hoping if it is a boy, this can be our last!
I know, I know, it's rediculous to even try to figure out what I'm carrying considering I'm only 10 weeks along. I'm not even showing yet and obviously can't feel the baby moving yet or feel how high or low he/she is sitting. So why do I think it's a boy? CRAVINGS.
With Paisley it seemed like I was craving lady-like, dainty things. Like pickles, buttermilk, pasta sauce and ice. Buttermilk and ice were the most intense cravings I've ever experienced. And, like I told my husband, Dave, a few days ago, unless you've ever been pregnant with cravings, you just can't understand the pure joy and satisfaction in giving in to one of these cravings.
This time I'm craving manly things. Big, fat hamburgers, greasy pizza, and greasy, corn tortilla tacos with lime juice squirted on top.
With Paisley my appetite didn't increase. This time I'm eating everything in sight. I can't stop. I eat supper and half an hour later I'm wondering what I can snack on.
Another difference: I can brown meat this time. With Paisley I'm pretty sure we didn't have any ground meat for at least the first five months. Last week I browned some ground beef and was eating it out of the pan afterwards.
Last Friday I got my tacos. I fried the tortillas, browned the meat, chopped tomatoes, and grated the cheese. I assembled my taco and holy cow, that was the best taco I've ever eaten!!! I kept making loud noises and exclaiming how good it was while I ate it. Dave just laughed and told me to take it easy.
So there you have it. Those are my reasons for thinking it's a boy.
Maybe the main reason I believe it's a boy is because Dave really wants a boy and I'm hoping if it is a boy, this can be our last!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Gag
Gag. Gag. Gag.
That's what's on my brain every day. Just about every minute of every day.
There is hardly anything I can think of that doesn't make me gag these days. I'm pretty sure I have the worst gag reflex in the world right now. And the way I see it: if I have to go through it, I'm going to make people go through it with me...or at least try. So, here's a list of the things responsible for making me gag.
Brushing my Teeth
I have to close my eyes to try to keep the gagging at bay. I also sometimes hum. I hate seeing the water go down the drain. More importantly, I hate hearing the water go down the drain. I have explained this in person to some friends and almost gagged just making the sound of the water going down. *shudder*
Sniffling
Something about this makes me gag. I'm not sure what it is.
Hearing People Slurp
Coffee. Soup. I don't care what it is. If you slurp, I will gag.
Swallowing
I don't mean when I have food in my mouth. You know how you sometimes just have to swallow? Well I have to do that twice as much now that I have twice as much saliva in my mouth. Apparently extra saliva is a side effect of pregnancy. And the woman with the worst gag reflex has this side effect. Great.
I think that's about it. However, whenever I'm not gagging, I'm nauseous, so the combination makes for excellent days.
I know, I know, I should be happy that I'm pregnant and the end result will be great. Well, I'm going to wait until you're pregnant and tell you that!
For real though, I am happy that I'm pregnant, and I know the end result will be great...I just can't wait to be done the first trimester!
That's what's on my brain every day. Just about every minute of every day.
There is hardly anything I can think of that doesn't make me gag these days. I'm pretty sure I have the worst gag reflex in the world right now. And the way I see it: if I have to go through it, I'm going to make people go through it with me...or at least try. So, here's a list of the things responsible for making me gag.
Brushing my Teeth
I have to close my eyes to try to keep the gagging at bay. I also sometimes hum. I hate seeing the water go down the drain. More importantly, I hate hearing the water go down the drain. I have explained this in person to some friends and almost gagged just making the sound of the water going down. *shudder*
Sniffling
Something about this makes me gag. I'm not sure what it is.
Hearing People Slurp
Coffee. Soup. I don't care what it is. If you slurp, I will gag.
Swallowing
I don't mean when I have food in my mouth. You know how you sometimes just have to swallow? Well I have to do that twice as much now that I have twice as much saliva in my mouth. Apparently extra saliva is a side effect of pregnancy. And the woman with the worst gag reflex has this side effect. Great.
I think that's about it. However, whenever I'm not gagging, I'm nauseous, so the combination makes for excellent days.
I know, I know, I should be happy that I'm pregnant and the end result will be great. Well, I'm going to wait until you're pregnant and tell you that!
For real though, I am happy that I'm pregnant, and I know the end result will be great...I just can't wait to be done the first trimester!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Raspberry
Talk about a day you wouldn't expect.
Paisley has been off and on sick since she started going to daycare back in May. It's expected. Kids are sharing toys and sharing drool.
For the past month or so, she's been congested and coughing a bit. I took her to the doctor and he said everything was fine, so I started blaming it on allergies. Mostly because I wanted some explanation and that was the only thing that kind of made sense.
Paisley's daycare provider called me at lunch on Tuesday (she is so thoughtful) saying she thought Paisley may have an ear infection. She had been crying when drinking her bottle, and fussy in general. I kind of dismissed the warning that evening because she seemed totally fine. Ate fine, drank fine, slept fine.
Yesterday Paisley had two naps during the day which is kind of weird for her, but not so weird I would think something was wrong. She cuddled with me in the evening. Again, weird, but welcomed. She never snuggles.
This morning she woke up crying. She almost always wakes up crying because she hates her crib so much, but the unusual thing was that her crying was muffled. Normally she's sitting or standing right after waking up. The first thing I thought of was that the blanket got wrapped around her head in her sleep and she was choking to death. Ok, an overreaction, but whatever.
I ran into her room, flipped on the light and took a look. She was lying on her side, too weak to even roll over, let alone sit up. First I thought her arm was broken, it was so limp. I moved it but she didn't scream so I assumed it wasn't broken. I carried her into our room and laid her out on our bed. She was so limp. She was burning up and mostly unresponsive. She didn't really move her eyes. We debated calling the ambulance (we're over paranoid first time parents) but opted for driving her to the hospital ourselves.
Anyway, after two hours of waiting, a doctor finally saw us (can you believe there was no doctor there before 8 am?!). It ended up being a double ear infection. We picked up our prescription for antibiotics and went home.
Dave went to school and I took the rest of the day off. I was going to go to work after lunch, but couldn't justify leaving my sick baby with someone else while I went to go put a few hours in. Thank God.
Today, Paisley slept pretty much all morning. At around 1:45 pm she woke up kind of whimpering. I went upstairs to check on her but she had stopped crying. I was just about to go back downstairs when the Mommy Alert turned on (that inexplainable alert inside every Mom that somehow tells her something is wrong) and checked on her. She was completely stiff and jerking. I carried her to our room and called 911. The Paramedics came and took her to the hospital. Would have been a fun ride in the ambulance if it hadn't been for the surrounding circumstances. I will say this, they ride really smooth. And their seats are incredibly comfortable.
It took her about four hours for her to return to her throw-everything-on-the-floor-from-the-bed, hit-yourself-in-the-head-whenever-someone-says-no self. In the end we stayed there five and a half hours. She's fine, apparently it's common for babies and toddlers to have febral seizures. I had one when I was a baby. The only thing we have to do is continue the antibiotics and give her Tylenol or Advil every four hours for the next three days. Also, for the next three years, any time her temperature goes above 37.5 we have to start giving her medicine instead of letting her sweat it out.
Anyway, I just figured I'd post this on here instead of posting the whole thing on Facebook. Also, now if anyone asks me about it, I can tell them to read my blog instead of telling the whole story.
On a (happier) side note, I am 8 weeks pregnant today and my baby is the size of a Raspberry.
Paisley has been off and on sick since she started going to daycare back in May. It's expected. Kids are sharing toys and sharing drool.
For the past month or so, she's been congested and coughing a bit. I took her to the doctor and he said everything was fine, so I started blaming it on allergies. Mostly because I wanted some explanation and that was the only thing that kind of made sense.
Paisley's daycare provider called me at lunch on Tuesday (she is so thoughtful) saying she thought Paisley may have an ear infection. She had been crying when drinking her bottle, and fussy in general. I kind of dismissed the warning that evening because she seemed totally fine. Ate fine, drank fine, slept fine.
Yesterday Paisley had two naps during the day which is kind of weird for her, but not so weird I would think something was wrong. She cuddled with me in the evening. Again, weird, but welcomed. She never snuggles.
This morning she woke up crying. She almost always wakes up crying because she hates her crib so much, but the unusual thing was that her crying was muffled. Normally she's sitting or standing right after waking up. The first thing I thought of was that the blanket got wrapped around her head in her sleep and she was choking to death. Ok, an overreaction, but whatever.
I ran into her room, flipped on the light and took a look. She was lying on her side, too weak to even roll over, let alone sit up. First I thought her arm was broken, it was so limp. I moved it but she didn't scream so I assumed it wasn't broken. I carried her into our room and laid her out on our bed. She was so limp. She was burning up and mostly unresponsive. She didn't really move her eyes. We debated calling the ambulance (we're over paranoid first time parents) but opted for driving her to the hospital ourselves.
Anyway, after two hours of waiting, a doctor finally saw us (can you believe there was no doctor there before 8 am?!). It ended up being a double ear infection. We picked up our prescription for antibiotics and went home.
Dave went to school and I took the rest of the day off. I was going to go to work after lunch, but couldn't justify leaving my sick baby with someone else while I went to go put a few hours in. Thank God.
Today, Paisley slept pretty much all morning. At around 1:45 pm she woke up kind of whimpering. I went upstairs to check on her but she had stopped crying. I was just about to go back downstairs when the Mommy Alert turned on (that inexplainable alert inside every Mom that somehow tells her something is wrong) and checked on her. She was completely stiff and jerking. I carried her to our room and called 911. The Paramedics came and took her to the hospital. Would have been a fun ride in the ambulance if it hadn't been for the surrounding circumstances. I will say this, they ride really smooth. And their seats are incredibly comfortable.
It took her about four hours for her to return to her throw-everything-on-the-floor-from-the-bed, hit-yourself-in-the-head-whenever-someone-says-no self. In the end we stayed there five and a half hours. She's fine, apparently it's common for babies and toddlers to have febral seizures. I had one when I was a baby. The only thing we have to do is continue the antibiotics and give her Tylenol or Advil every four hours for the next three days. Also, for the next three years, any time her temperature goes above 37.5 we have to start giving her medicine instead of letting her sweat it out.
Anyway, I just figured I'd post this on here instead of posting the whole thing on Facebook. Also, now if anyone asks me about it, I can tell them to read my blog instead of telling the whole story.
On a (happier) side note, I am 8 weeks pregnant today and my baby is the size of a Raspberry.
All About Babies
After hearing complaint after complaint of parents and their status updates on Facebook about how many teeth their child has or how many weeks pregnant they are, I decided to take a different route. To avoid being hidden, deleted or blocked on Facebook (you'd be surprised how often it happens!) I decided to vow to no more status updates on my pregnancy...except for really big stuff. But no daily countdowns! So, I've started this blog where I can talk about being pregnant and babies and nobody can stop me!
Just to give a heads up: this blog is all about babies and parenthood...and maybe some other stuff.
If babies and parenthood aren't what you like to read about, this blog is probably not for you. If it is what you like to read about, or you just like reading, read on!
Just to give a heads up: this blog is all about babies and parenthood...and maybe some other stuff.
If babies and parenthood aren't what you like to read about, this blog is probably not for you. If it is what you like to read about, or you just like reading, read on!
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