Sisters

Wondering what I've been up to lately? Just this:

Poor Thing

Last week my little Tazling caught a bug or ate something dodgy, whatever it was had her puking her little guts out. She woke up Tues morning and told me her tummy had an owie. She was acting rather listless and just lay on the couch. Then she looked at me and told me she needed to puke. Like the loving mother that I am, I told her that if she was going to puke she needed to do it in the toilet. And so off she went to the loo and proceeded to puke her little heart out. Here's the precious part of the story. As my little sweetness is hurling into the porcelain bowl, I hear this little voice go, "I'm okay mommy. I'm going to be just fine." Awwww.

And what does a fabulous mother like me do in a moment like that? Run to get my camera of course.

Taz-ism

We took the kids to the zoo today to celebrate the deliciousness of the weather. At one point we walked passed an artificial rock that had a speaker in it playing a little pop music. Taz stopped, her face lit up and she said, "Mom, hey its a dancing rock. Lets dance!" She proceeded to jiggy to the music for the next five minutes while the crowds streamed by.

It was a most classic Taz moment. Smile!

(P.S. I tried to get a picture, but she ran on as soon as I had managed to get the camera in hand. oh well.)

Bone Grafts, Absyss and Ear Infections

Just a little over a week ago, I had a bone graft in my mouth. I had lost a tooth years ago and had been putting off getting an implant for the longest time. Now that I finally got around to thinking it should be done, I was told that my bone had receded and they needed to build it up before they could do the implant. Yay! So I went in to the oral surgeon who sliced open my gums, drilled a whole bunch of holes in my jaw bone, filled them with bovine bone ( I know, this opens it up to a whole slew of cow jokes), and sewed the gum back up again. I can hear you thinking, "Ouch!" and you would be right. It would have been great if the ouch had ended there, but true to form (nothing ever goes easy for me) the site got infected and now my cheek is swollen and I have puss oozing into my mouth. Yummy! Its also brought a whole new dimension of pain with it. So its back to the surgeon to try and figure out what he wants to do with my swollen, infected, cow jaw.

Then to add to my misery, my dear little Taz got an ear infection. I took her to the doctor who prescribed some drops to help with the pain, but the dear- heart has been fighting me putting it in her ear. Then I noticed the blood coming out of her ear, and didn't freak too much about it (calm mother that I am), until she woke up around midnight last night screaming about the pain in her ear. So, off we go to the ER. I was having visions of her ear drum in tatters with swollen throbbing tissue all around it. Turns out, the blood was from the doc nicking her ear canal with his scope, and the pain was just the infection getting a bit worse (and the fact that the Tazling is a bit of a hypochondriac drama queen). She was an absolute gem at the hospital though, and had all the nurses oohing over how cute she is. She left the hospital with a lollipop, a toy bunny, a bottle of bubbles, a box of juice, her own hospital bracelet and a cup of ice chips. I left the hospital with a bag full of children's lortab (yay for sleep inducing pain killers) and a little girl clutching her new bunny with a smile on her face.

Now its lunch time and I'm still in my pj's.

Take Two

Last year we took Taz to the local farm/petting zoo. We were so excited for her to take her ride on the mini ponies, but she took one look at them and freaked out. This year, we had to explain to her that she needed to wait to take her turn, a concept she was not happy about. But, once on her "liddle horsey" she was all smiles this time (until her ride was over, but thats another story.)

A Little Late

Its a little late, but hey Happy Easter anyway! We had a grand weekend at my brother's house visiting the family. Taz and Maeve played till they dropped. They also had a little bit of a double tantrum over a Minnie Mouse dress and a pair of hot pink shoes. If you're going to tantrum, let it be over shoes I always say.


(We had a few steering issues, but other than that, the tractor was a complete hit - she's a speed demon.)



(Little Miss H just chilled the weekend away.)


(Easter egg hunt # 1 at Grandma Marsha's house - Darren's mom-in-law. It was a hit!)



(The tantrums only stopped after I headed out and bought Taz her own pair of pink shoes. Oi!)

Two and a Half Months VS. Two and a Half Years

My heart is full of love!

Winter Fun

Rough Start

I haven't recorded my thoughts lately - why? Because I'm super tired and have sick kids. Yip, both of them.

Poor Little Miss H has had a rough start to this life. She joined us two and a half weeks early, and because she was so little they took her blood every couple of hours to make sure her blood sugar levels were okay. The only problem with that is the little gadgets measuring her levels were on the fritz, so they had to get the phlebotomist to draw the blood, which meant a much bigger jab to her super tiny foot and instead of just a drop of blood, they had to squeeze a whole vial of it from her tiny foot. She was such a trooper about it all, and didn't even fuss that much, even though her feet looked like she had just hiked over a field of broken glass.

Then, we took her home and her bilirubin levels spiked and she had to go "under the lights". She was completely yellow, and it was such an unflattering colour on her. They delivered the light bed and what they called a light blanket (It pretty much looked like a paddle that I had to hold over her back or stomach) to our home and the poor kid had to lie on the bed pretty much 24/7. Now bear in mind that it was snowing outside and she had to be stripped down to her diaper with nothing covering her but this thin blue paperish type covering. She did not like it at all, and so I ended up having to hold her most of the time with the biliblanket over her back. She was "under the lights" for three days, and every morning we had to take her back to the hospital to get her blood drawn so they could check her levels. Eventually they went down enough that the doctor said she would be fine. Relief. But, then a couple of days later she turned all yellow again. Back to the hospital for more blood work. Her levels had risen again, so she had to go back "under the lights". Luckily this time, they only delivered the biliblanket, and she responded to it alot quicker. The guy who did the home delivery of the blanket told me he had never had to deliver to the same person twice before. Great, that made me feel lovely. (However he did share his most delicious recipe for chipotle chicken so I forgave him). By this time I should have just checked into the hospital again I was there so much. This time they had to try to draw blood from my babies teeny tiny little arm so they could do a series of tests to see just exactly which type of jaundice she had. Turns out there are two kinds. One that if left unchecked or if the levels get too high can cause all kinds of brain defects (panic stations), or one where its just an enzyme in the breast milk that the body hasn't figured out how to metabolise yet. Luckily for us, her jaundice was the latter. Her levels finally dropped and her body caught up with how it needed to function and my little baby stopped looking like a pumpkin. Whew.



Then, she developed this rash on her cheeks, which turned out to be a yeast infection caused by too much yeast in my milk (once again I'm the one causing her problems with my boob juice.) The rash cleared right up after I put a little tea tree oil on it though. Yay for natural remedies.

And, just when we think we're finally in the clear, Taz gets a virus that she passes on to the poor munchkin. AARRGH! It was inevitable that she caught it, no matter how I tried to keep Taz away from her. So, after a trip to the doctor's office, we're once again back at the hospital, but this time to get the mucus sucked from her nose and throat. Luckily the infection isn't RSV. She does not enjoy getting sucked out though- who would? The same guy who delivered the bilibed, came back and delivered a nebulizer this time. I told him I was sure he was a nice enough guy, but I didn't want to see him again, and he laughed at least. So its back to the hospital at least twice a day for suckage, and the nebulizer every 4hrs or when I think she needs it. She should be on the mend by this weekend. Hopefully. Crossing fingers.

Oh and to top it all off, she has baby acne so her face is all red and spotty. Sigh. I'm tired.

Who is That?

I walked past a mirror today, and wondered who that frumpy old lady was. Then, I realized it was me. Inside I'm still the skinny girl who could eat anything. Sigh, too bad I'm not still that on the outside.

Its a good thing I'll have my post pregnancy six week checkup next week, where I'll be given the go ahead to start exercising again. Also, its the week after my birthday, so I don't have to feel guilty about over indulging in birthday cake. But, then its diet and exercise till I recognize myself in the mirror again.

More Taz-isms

The other day we were sitting outside enjoying the warm weather. The garbage truck came by. Taz wanted to know what it was (the last time it was warm enough to sit outside, Taz was too young to remember). I told her it was the garbage truck that had come to take away our trash. She watched intently until the truck dumped our rubbish into it and then drove away. Taz jumped up and yelled, "Hey, thats our trash - BRING IT BA-ACK!" I started to laugh as she continued to yell at the truck to bring our trash back, cause it was ours. I tried to explain to her that we wanted the truck to take our trash away, but it just wasn't doing it for her. For the rest of the day, she told anyone who would listen, that the truck took our trash away and it needed to bring it back. I'm still chuckling.

Then, this morning she was watching me feed her sister, and a tiny drop of milk splashed onto little miss H's babygrow. Taz got this really worried look on her face and said, "Mommy, shes all dirty. She needs a new ow-shirt." Umm, a what? "I'll get her one." She said. And, off she went to get little miss H a new ow-shirt. I was really interested to see what she meant. She came back with a purple fleece babygrow. It suddenly clicked, she meant a new OUTFIT. How stinking adorable is that?

The end.

One Month Old

Meeting the Cousins

Little Miss Maeve was totally enamoured with her new little cousin and just wanted to sit and hold her. Eventually we had to tell her that the baby was not a toy for her entertainment. It was too funny. Even Ethan was taken with our littlest munchkin, and loved it when she cracked a smile for him. (We won't tell him it was just gas.)

Keeping Busy

This is how we stay entertained when its freezing outside and there is limited space to run and play. Works for us.

So Precious

Tazism

This morning Taz informed me that all she wanted were some "tiny, baby marsh-pillows" for breakfast.

How do you say no to a request like that?

So, I put a few mini marshmallows on her cereal.

Welcome Little Angel

A week ago today Heidi joined our family. She was 2.5 weeks early and only weighed 5lbs 13oz. She is tiny but perfect. I am so excited that she is finally here.

Hibernation

It has been so cold here the last couple of days that I'm considering changing my species just so I can become something that is allowed to hibernate. Ugh! I am really not a fan of the cold - Especially when its forced on me in the form of temperatures that begin with a minus sign.

Boot Fetish

The Tazling is obsessed with boots of any kind, but especially mine. This particular day, she was loving that she matched the boots. Man this kid cracks me up.

Here's the Proof

Our dear little girl will be induced into the world on Feb 8th. I figured it was probably time that I took a couple of pictures of myself during this pregnancy so she has proof that I really was pregnant with her. Here I am at 37 weeks, I look alot smaller than I feel.