My Daughter has turned six months, and has accomplished with this event are several milestones which I am all very excited to share with you. Each day I see her become more and more lifelike, developing character traits from myself, her father, my room mate and other people whom she interacts with. She is curious and full of buoyancy, always accompanied with a big ear to ear grin. One time I was picking out clothes for her in a store and she picked a beautiful dress right off the rack, and held on to it as though she knew what she wanted to wear (and it happened to be just the right size as well HA!)
She enjoys watching Nanalan and Dr.Seuss, I have tried introducing her to some other children's shows but those two are her favorite! I have started giving her solids, and she is eating a little bit (reluctantly I must say). The food she likes the most (or should I say hates the least) is avocado. She likes listening to 80s rock music with me (even more so then toddler music HA!) and going for walks. She especially likes little performances I put on for her, like when I practice my martial arts or dance for her. Sometimes she watches me do yoga or exercise videos and squeals with delight!
Although my daughter has yet to start crawling I noticed she was in a different area of her playmat then where I had placed her the other day, and then caught her very slowly dragging herself along the floor with her hands, how exciting! She sees me eat and then tries to feed herself, not to much prevail!
I can't believe that she is already halfway through her "infancy!" It seems that just yesterday I was holding an adorable, delicate, bundle of joy with beautiful tanned skin and lots of black hair (she still has black hair but not lots) who would wake me up every 2 hours to feed her, and have a 3 hour long fuss fest every evening at midnight on the dot.
Now she squeals at the dog, dances along to music, and has "heated conversations" with me when she is not happy with something I have done (usually consisting of NINNY NINNY NANA!! DADA!) Assures me when she is happy with something I've done (with a giggle, smile, or squeal) and laughs at my silly faces. I have even heard her try to say "I love you." She is interested in my day to day tasks like cooking, cleaning, sending emails, etc.
She has also entered the "put everything in your mouth" stage which is a little bit worrisome, so I will have to get better at picking up after myself (and after her and the dog)
I am very excited for the months (and years) ahead and looking forward to spending a beautiful Christmas with my daughter, her grandpa, and step-grandma. (Grandpa got her a gorgeous Christmas dress, and grandma got her a beautiful pair of shoes, headbands, and an adorable elf like toque) I'm sure she'll be the belle of the ball!
Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
should have, could have, would have
I do it all the time, I have a terrible habit of beating myself up for past mistakes, or situations I believe would have ended better had I done things differently.
I tend to dwell on past mistakes, wondering where I would be today if a different course of action were to take place.
If I had stayed in dance would I be a professional dancer today?
If I had chosen a different career path, would I be in a different situation than I am today?
If I hadn't had that argument with so-and-so (person from the past) would we still be friends to this day?
Would I have a better life now If I had chosen to move when I had the opportunity?
I consistently go over these what would have happen if scenarios in my head, "shoulding on myself" as someone rightfully called it.
It can either be as little as "I should have bought that item when it was on sale last week, I would have more money in my pocket today!" to I even go as far as "what if Mom and Dad had done things differently..." and how that might have impacted me!
One situation I often encounter when I am mind wondering is giving birth. Things worked out so beautifully in the end, but the birth didn't exactly go as planned. I started experiencing "braxton hicks" Sunday morning after church, 6 days after my expected due date. My roommate and I went for lunch at a local restaurant (had amazing fish and chips) and then went into town for the day. We went to both malls where she spoiled me, and I walked around a park, and had a chai latte at starbucks. All the while I would experience a moment or two of cramps, bearable enough to talk through, but enough that I would cringe when I experienced them. A few times I went into the mall bathroom because I felt like I was going to throw up. I also practiced my "downward dog" as it somehow felt better to get the pressure of my groin area. This went on until 8:00 or so when we headed home. By then the pain was getting worse. I had a simple supper: boiled eggs, and toast, and tried to soothe myself with relaxing classical music, a bubble bath, and yoga. By 10:00 or so I was in so much pain I could no longer keep to myself...shouting seemed to ease my pain (or distract me from it) One two three...owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
At 12:00 midnight I phoned the hospital, unsure of whether or not we should drive in (its about a 30 minute drive) I didn't want to end up having my friend turn around and go back home, only to have to drive in later. I was in so much pain I was whimpering over the phone. The nurse said that if I was in that much pain I may as well head in.
We had perfect timing, the drive was great and we didn't have to stop once for traffic lights. When I got to the hospital I went to the emergency room and remember being very angry when they made me wait while they called the maternity department. I knelt on the floor with my arms on a chair and groaned in pain.
When they got me to the maternity room I was dilated 4 inches! Perfect timing! Unlike the Moms I had seen on TV who were in too much pain to move, I thrashed around, and walked in circles in my room, every time I had a contraction I would squat down and shout in pain. The next thing I did wasn't part of my plan at all, I tried the laughing gas...It did nothing! The nurse then tried an IV which helped a fair bit. I was still in agony, don't get me wrong, but it didn't feel like I was being stabbed between the legs with a butcher's knife (the best way I can describe the pain I had felt previously)
6 hours went by like nothing and I was ordered a breakfast which I took one bite of than spit out. I sent an email to my partner who came rushing over half dressed. I was fully dilated at about 8 or 9 (give or take a few hours I can't remember exactly)
Things progressed nicely at first, but then all of a sudden, my labour stopped progressing. I was offered an epidural, which I regrettably accepted (knowing there was a lot longer before the baby was born), and was bed-ridden and attached to an IV. I didn't feel a thing! I even started drifting off into a sleep!
At 4:00 my epidural slowly started to wear off and I was told I could no longer get IV medication. The nurse checked and told me that I had not progressed at all over the last few hours...At 5:00 I was told by my doc that I needed a C section.
Upon hearing this information I cried...What if something went wrong?!
I was told there was no other way, and that there could be drastic consequences if I didn't go through with the surgery. So my partner and I were rushed to the emergency room. First I was given the numbing solution (whatever you call it) and the nurse went over every area of my body with an ice cube to make sure I was completely frozen. I couldn't even move my head. Next a sheet was put in front of me, at chest level so I couldn't see what was happening...although I was curious I didn't dare watch the procedure...I'd seen lots of surgical procedures done on TV but not on myself!
I felt a tug here and there, and then all of a sudden WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
My baby was born!
I cried for joy, and the doctor came and handed me a beautiful robust, healthy girl with a thick head of black hair and beautiful olive skin.
Do I regret my decision to have the epidural? I do, but in the end it all turned out fine, my daughter is now a healthy, happy 6 month old (and counting) and I look back fondly on the experience I had.
I now realize that the best thing we can do is put past mistakes behind us, and at the same time use them as methods of learning.
I now know that shouting at someone is not the best way to express my inner frustration,
I now know that it is not helpful to procrastinate
I now know that asking for help is not a sign of weakness,
I now know the importance of perseverance.
I now know the negative impact of jumping into things i am not yet prepared for
and i now regret the decision I made in the past to dwell on present negative circumstances, and relate them to my prior course of action when I should have (no pun intended) instead focused on bettering the here and now.
I tend to dwell on past mistakes, wondering where I would be today if a different course of action were to take place.
If I had stayed in dance would I be a professional dancer today?
If I had chosen a different career path, would I be in a different situation than I am today?
If I hadn't had that argument with so-and-so (person from the past) would we still be friends to this day?
Would I have a better life now If I had chosen to move when I had the opportunity?
I consistently go over these what would have happen if scenarios in my head, "shoulding on myself" as someone rightfully called it.
It can either be as little as "I should have bought that item when it was on sale last week, I would have more money in my pocket today!" to I even go as far as "what if Mom and Dad had done things differently..." and how that might have impacted me!
One situation I often encounter when I am mind wondering is giving birth. Things worked out so beautifully in the end, but the birth didn't exactly go as planned. I started experiencing "braxton hicks" Sunday morning after church, 6 days after my expected due date. My roommate and I went for lunch at a local restaurant (had amazing fish and chips) and then went into town for the day. We went to both malls where she spoiled me, and I walked around a park, and had a chai latte at starbucks. All the while I would experience a moment or two of cramps, bearable enough to talk through, but enough that I would cringe when I experienced them. A few times I went into the mall bathroom because I felt like I was going to throw up. I also practiced my "downward dog" as it somehow felt better to get the pressure of my groin area. This went on until 8:00 or so when we headed home. By then the pain was getting worse. I had a simple supper: boiled eggs, and toast, and tried to soothe myself with relaxing classical music, a bubble bath, and yoga. By 10:00 or so I was in so much pain I could no longer keep to myself...shouting seemed to ease my pain (or distract me from it) One two three...owwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
At 12:00 midnight I phoned the hospital, unsure of whether or not we should drive in (its about a 30 minute drive) I didn't want to end up having my friend turn around and go back home, only to have to drive in later. I was in so much pain I was whimpering over the phone. The nurse said that if I was in that much pain I may as well head in.
We had perfect timing, the drive was great and we didn't have to stop once for traffic lights. When I got to the hospital I went to the emergency room and remember being very angry when they made me wait while they called the maternity department. I knelt on the floor with my arms on a chair and groaned in pain.
When they got me to the maternity room I was dilated 4 inches! Perfect timing! Unlike the Moms I had seen on TV who were in too much pain to move, I thrashed around, and walked in circles in my room, every time I had a contraction I would squat down and shout in pain. The next thing I did wasn't part of my plan at all, I tried the laughing gas...It did nothing! The nurse then tried an IV which helped a fair bit. I was still in agony, don't get me wrong, but it didn't feel like I was being stabbed between the legs with a butcher's knife (the best way I can describe the pain I had felt previously)
6 hours went by like nothing and I was ordered a breakfast which I took one bite of than spit out. I sent an email to my partner who came rushing over half dressed. I was fully dilated at about 8 or 9 (give or take a few hours I can't remember exactly)
Things progressed nicely at first, but then all of a sudden, my labour stopped progressing. I was offered an epidural, which I regrettably accepted (knowing there was a lot longer before the baby was born), and was bed-ridden and attached to an IV. I didn't feel a thing! I even started drifting off into a sleep!
At 4:00 my epidural slowly started to wear off and I was told I could no longer get IV medication. The nurse checked and told me that I had not progressed at all over the last few hours...At 5:00 I was told by my doc that I needed a C section.
Upon hearing this information I cried...What if something went wrong?!
I was told there was no other way, and that there could be drastic consequences if I didn't go through with the surgery. So my partner and I were rushed to the emergency room. First I was given the numbing solution (whatever you call it) and the nurse went over every area of my body with an ice cube to make sure I was completely frozen. I couldn't even move my head. Next a sheet was put in front of me, at chest level so I couldn't see what was happening...although I was curious I didn't dare watch the procedure...I'd seen lots of surgical procedures done on TV but not on myself!
I felt a tug here and there, and then all of a sudden WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
My baby was born!
I cried for joy, and the doctor came and handed me a beautiful robust, healthy girl with a thick head of black hair and beautiful olive skin.
Do I regret my decision to have the epidural? I do, but in the end it all turned out fine, my daughter is now a healthy, happy 6 month old (and counting) and I look back fondly on the experience I had.
I now realize that the best thing we can do is put past mistakes behind us, and at the same time use them as methods of learning.
I now know that shouting at someone is not the best way to express my inner frustration,
I now know that it is not helpful to procrastinate
I now know that asking for help is not a sign of weakness,
I now know the importance of perseverance.
I now know the negative impact of jumping into things i am not yet prepared for
and i now regret the decision I made in the past to dwell on present negative circumstances, and relate them to my prior course of action when I should have (no pun intended) instead focused on bettering the here and now.
Monday, 3 November 2014
Happy Halloween
This Halloween my daughter and I got invited to not one but two parties...it was awesome!
The first was through Shuswap Association for Community living, where we had a potluck (and I brought applesauce pumpkin muffins!)
We were able to watch a movie (Paranorman) and have a popcorn for only 3$!
After the movie they handed out prizes for the best costumes and my daughter got chosen for cutest animal, (she was a dalmation) and recieved a 5$ gift card for DQ! (Hmmmm...this is a tough one, I'm not to keen on anyone eating sugar, especially young children) but maybe a fruit smoothie (although not comparable to a home-made one) might be acceptable.
Next my daughter and I attended a "fall festival" provided by our local church where my daughter participated in knocking over bowling pins, throw the toilet paper into the toilet (Who thought up these games?!) and bobbing for donuts! Later on we watched the fireworks and I was very impressed with how my daughter handled the busy day with lots of noise. I feared that she would get overstimulated and start crying but she was calm, and happy go lucky the all through. I have never felt more blessed to be able to bring such an amazing human being into this world. She has brought so much joy to a life that I one time felt was worthless.
Even I splurged and ended up eating hot dogs, a bag of chips, and lots of candy (I paid for it later...candy hangover ugh!)
The first was through Shuswap Association for Community living, where we had a potluck (and I brought applesauce pumpkin muffins!)
We were able to watch a movie (Paranorman) and have a popcorn for only 3$!
After the movie they handed out prizes for the best costumes and my daughter got chosen for cutest animal, (she was a dalmation) and recieved a 5$ gift card for DQ! (Hmmmm...this is a tough one, I'm not to keen on anyone eating sugar, especially young children) but maybe a fruit smoothie (although not comparable to a home-made one) might be acceptable.
Next my daughter and I attended a "fall festival" provided by our local church where my daughter participated in knocking over bowling pins, throw the toilet paper into the toilet (Who thought up these games?!) and bobbing for donuts! Later on we watched the fireworks and I was very impressed with how my daughter handled the busy day with lots of noise. I feared that she would get overstimulated and start crying but she was calm, and happy go lucky the all through. I have never felt more blessed to be able to bring such an amazing human being into this world. She has brought so much joy to a life that I one time felt was worthless.
Even I splurged and ended up eating hot dogs, a bag of chips, and lots of candy (I paid for it later...candy hangover ugh!)
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