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Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Monday, 10 August 2009
Scary Moments
I hope no one ever has to watch their child choke.
As a mom, I've never been so panicked in my whole life.
We were sitting in the living room last night; Brett was playing on his PSP, I was surfing the net, and Hazel was going between the 2 of us, wanting to do what we were. Brett and her were sharing starburst candies and she must have gotten too big of a peice or was eating it and swallowed too quickly or something, but suddenly, she scrambled off the couch over to me, with a very panicked look on her face. She slightly coughed for a second, and I realised she couldn't breathe, so I picked her up and started whacking the highest plart of her back with the heel of my hand. It took what felt like several minutes to get it dislodged, but was actually more like 30-45 seconds. Just long enough to see her lips turning blue. I never wanna see that ever again. Once I saw that she was coughing a little and trying to throw it up, I stuck my finger in her throat (not far) just far enough to trigger a stronger gag for her. It took a few moments of really heavy gagging to get it up, but it finally came out and her color returned. I really can't remember the last time I just wanted to hold onto her for dear life. Lots of crying all around, from Daddy, Me, and Hazel. It nearly broke Brett's heart, too. I thought he'd never put her down.
I implore to everyone to be double-triple-quadruple sure of the size of foods you feed your baby/toddler/child as well as making sure you talk to a doctor about the best way to handle a choking moment should, heaven forbid, any arrise.
For everyone's sake, I hope no one has to ever worry about this. I pray always that I never have to do it again, either.
As a mom, I've never been so panicked in my whole life.
We were sitting in the living room last night; Brett was playing on his PSP, I was surfing the net, and Hazel was going between the 2 of us, wanting to do what we were. Brett and her were sharing starburst candies and she must have gotten too big of a peice or was eating it and swallowed too quickly or something, but suddenly, she scrambled off the couch over to me, with a very panicked look on her face. She slightly coughed for a second, and I realised she couldn't breathe, so I picked her up and started whacking the highest plart of her back with the heel of my hand. It took what felt like several minutes to get it dislodged, but was actually more like 30-45 seconds. Just long enough to see her lips turning blue. I never wanna see that ever again. Once I saw that she was coughing a little and trying to throw it up, I stuck my finger in her throat (not far) just far enough to trigger a stronger gag for her. It took a few moments of really heavy gagging to get it up, but it finally came out and her color returned. I really can't remember the last time I just wanted to hold onto her for dear life. Lots of crying all around, from Daddy, Me, and Hazel. It nearly broke Brett's heart, too. I thought he'd never put her down.
I implore to everyone to be double-triple-quadruple sure of the size of foods you feed your baby/toddler/child as well as making sure you talk to a doctor about the best way to handle a choking moment should, heaven forbid, any arrise.
For everyone's sake, I hope no one has to ever worry about this. I pray always that I never have to do it again, either.
Thursday, 6 August 2009
But it SUPPOSED to be there...
Last Friday I chose to do what many think is just all kinds of masochistic.
I chose to wax all unwanted hair on my body. Well, I suppose not ALL of it went. I left some.
I had my legs, eyebrows, bikini, and underarms waxed. All in one visit.
It actually wasn't that bad. I usually do my bikini and eyebrows, and I used to get my legs done, but tried underarms for the first time. It really was quick and easy and far beats the razor burn that is left behind by alternate means of epilation. my underarms were sore afterwards, but that's to be expected and I wasn't too bothered.
Brett winces at the thought of me plucking ONE hair from his eyebrows. And it's usually the one that I could wind around a curling iron, it's so long. Old men have eyebrows hairs hat long, and he freaks when I pluck ONE.
"But it's SUPPOSED to be there. LEave it alone. It isn't hurting anyone."
I still make him let me pluck it. I think it's the reason he never complains if I have leg hair as long as his....he's afraid I'll make him "groom" his....
I chose to wax all unwanted hair on my body. Well, I suppose not ALL of it went. I left some.
I had my legs, eyebrows, bikini, and underarms waxed. All in one visit.
It actually wasn't that bad. I usually do my bikini and eyebrows, and I used to get my legs done, but tried underarms for the first time. It really was quick and easy and far beats the razor burn that is left behind by alternate means of epilation. my underarms were sore afterwards, but that's to be expected and I wasn't too bothered.
Brett winces at the thought of me plucking ONE hair from his eyebrows. And it's usually the one that I could wind around a curling iron, it's so long. Old men have eyebrows hairs hat long, and he freaks when I pluck ONE.
"But it's SUPPOSED to be there. LEave it alone. It isn't hurting anyone."
I still make him let me pluck it. I think it's the reason he never complains if I have leg hair as long as his....he's afraid I'll make him "groom" his....
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Just a little off the top...
Hazel's hair is getting so long and thick. It's always in her face, and I'm always pinning it back so she's not getting it in her eyes and mouth. She has this cute little cowlick at the crest of her head the prevents me from pulling her hair straight back, so we settle for pigtails much of the time.
It's so tragic to pin back those beautiful curls all the time. They're so perfect. Like I just pulled them out of curlers.
I've been toying for a while with giving her a good trim. But I keep thinking that she's still young, and it's not really necessary as her curls tuck all the uneven ends up anyway. So I've been putting the trim off.
Till last night.
We were sitting on the couch, her on my lap, getting her hair combed after her "tubby" and I decided it was time. I was combing hair that, in the front, wet, reached her shoulders , and in the back, reached the base of her shoulder blades. So I asked her if I could cut her hair.
"Okay, Mama."
So we did!
It was about 2 inches off the back only. Just to bring it more level with the sides and then I gave her a little layers in the back to spring up her curls. And it looks cute this morning...bedhead and all. Much more of an intentional bob then anything else. And much cuter in a headband now that it's all even .
And now...off to other growing up things...like college :)
It's so tragic to pin back those beautiful curls all the time. They're so perfect. Like I just pulled them out of curlers.
I've been toying for a while with giving her a good trim. But I keep thinking that she's still young, and it's not really necessary as her curls tuck all the uneven ends up anyway. So I've been putting the trim off.
Till last night.
We were sitting on the couch, her on my lap, getting her hair combed after her "tubby" and I decided it was time. I was combing hair that, in the front, wet, reached her shoulders , and in the back, reached the base of her shoulder blades. So I asked her if I could cut her hair.
"Okay, Mama."
So we did!
It was about 2 inches off the back only. Just to bring it more level with the sides and then I gave her a little layers in the back to spring up her curls. And it looks cute this morning...bedhead and all. Much more of an intentional bob then anything else. And much cuter in a headband now that it's all even .
And now...off to other growing up things...like college :)
Monday, 27 July 2009
Odd bruises
Just a quick update today. That way I get in the habit and you don't think I've forgotten about you!
Bruises showed up just inside my lips last Wednesday. Bright red bruising that makes my mouth numb in that area and painful to eat with. Not unbearably, just uncomfortable. Dr on Friday said he was baffled and was sure it would go away, but it's making me nervous. So I'm going to call the dentist as my GP is an idiot 99% of the time anyway. We'll see what she has to say about it.
Hazel's going crazy in our house. She really hasn't been out much except to the old house on Saturday, and it's been pouring down rain most days otherwise. There's a huge Swine flu scare in Northern Ireland, 3 people who work with Brett (not directly) have it and there have been warnings all over the place about staying home and calling your GP for diagnosis vs bringing it into the healthcenter. (thank you). So we've not been very motivated to take her out and expose her to other children and people. I know she doesn't understand, but it's better than her being sick. I'd rather have a crabby healthy child than a crabby sick child.
Well, we're off to check the laundry and find something to do. Lots and lots of stuff to put away from the old house and we should probably get on it so our house is back to neat and tidy!
Hugs to all!
Bruises showed up just inside my lips last Wednesday. Bright red bruising that makes my mouth numb in that area and painful to eat with. Not unbearably, just uncomfortable. Dr on Friday said he was baffled and was sure it would go away, but it's making me nervous. So I'm going to call the dentist as my GP is an idiot 99% of the time anyway. We'll see what she has to say about it.
Hazel's going crazy in our house. She really hasn't been out much except to the old house on Saturday, and it's been pouring down rain most days otherwise. There's a huge Swine flu scare in Northern Ireland, 3 people who work with Brett (not directly) have it and there have been warnings all over the place about staying home and calling your GP for diagnosis vs bringing it into the healthcenter. (thank you). So we've not been very motivated to take her out and expose her to other children and people. I know she doesn't understand, but it's better than her being sick. I'd rather have a crabby healthy child than a crabby sick child.
Well, we're off to check the laundry and find something to do. Lots and lots of stuff to put away from the old house and we should probably get on it so our house is back to neat and tidy!
Hugs to all!
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Media malnutrition
I logged onto Windows Live today. I realized about 2pm that I'm a horrible daughter and sister and had cut off all contact and I better log on. So I did.
Now, those of you unfamiliar with the Windows Live logging on process, once you log in, a pop-up comes up with how many emails I haven't read. Don't ask. It's my junk mail/what I use to register for things with/what I give strangers email, the one I never ever check so it's usually 1000+ emails. If you email my hotmail account, don't be hurt if I never return your email....
Then you get another pop-up with TODAY IN THE NEWS. And it's all tabloid stuff. I usually scan it and on very very rare occasion will look up one of the stories. But believe me, it's pretty rare. One big one lately has been, "When Oprah's recommendations go wrong" or something like that (tho I'm pretty sure it had another title...same concept). Fascinated, I looked it up. Funny, useless information about things Oprah has endorced that had a negative effect on the company vs. doing amazing things for the sales of the product. Funny. In one ear and out the other.
Today had a post about Jon (of Jon & Kate + 8) and wha his girlfriend has to say. Really. WHO CARES, right? I have to say that is defenitely one reason I do not miss American Gossip Media. Or News Media. It's all gossip anyway, right?
And it got me thinking. I am so malnourished in the wide world of what is going on. I don't watch the news here b/c it's all about bombings and what one group of people did to another group of people. Prejudice this and prejudice that. Who drank too much and cause a bar fight, who had a DUI, who was caught with drugs, whom was sleeping with who. I think it's sad that A) the media only reports on the bad stuff. B) They have to report all the crap to keep the public interested. C) That society is so bad that they're only interested in the crap. D) That I'm considered uneducated and uninteresting to talk to if I don't know the latest and greatest crap.
So here is my thoughts. You can disagree all you want. That is your right.
I have enough stress in my day to day life, that inviting the notion that something else may happen is simply adding to my stress. Don't need it.
I have a low self-body image as it is. I don't need to see who's wearing what and how they trained for 8 hours a day and flushed their colon to get in it. IT costing more than the balance on my car. Reality is, I have a toddler and I chase her for 18 hours a day and GAIN weight, making my $5 dress look like crap on me.
I love my husband dearly and deeply. He is wonderful and handsome and the best. He is the man I married and there really is no one out there better for me than him. So watching the gossip shows where no one can stay faithful b/c life got hard...BIG SHOCK, life IS hard...and they can't take any more, is a waste of time and energy on my part.
I worship God. Jesus Christ is my saviour. That is why I don't have a favorite Actress, singer, actor. It is sad that Michael JAckson died. It was amazing the things he did for pop music. He had a tragic life and that was sad. However, California should not be in debt for his funeral. I caught the replay of Princess Di's funeral, because I was a Freshman at Purdue, and I wasn't family or close personal friend and wasn't going to get myself out of bed at 5 am to watch it live. These people are just people. That's it. They spent their lives doing amazing things and contributing to society and I truly believe they would be sad to think that instead of joining their cause and helping the world, you sat around and fixated yourself on what they were wearing, what they were doing, WHO they were doing, and the list goes on. They're good people and they will be missed, but I think they would be better served by spending time and precious money on things other than them. Donate to a charity in their honor. Even if you have no money, you have time. I know you do, watching TV, reading magazines. Scanning the news racks for the latest headline containing them. That's just hours and hours of time that you could be banding together with them or their memory. So why doesn't this make sense to other people? I think all these celebrities would be sad to think that the focus was on what they wore to a charity event versus what the charity did for someone. God said worshiping Idols was a sin, and they don't call it American Idol for nothing. He never said there was anything wrong in helping another of mankind. He's all about love and kindness and stretching out your hand. Go do it.
I feel okay in the knowledge that I'm media deficiant. That I have no idea what is going on the rest of the world. I have to be IN this world. I don't have to be OF this world. And I feel happier in the knowing that I'm a little more boring because of it.
Now, those of you unfamiliar with the Windows Live logging on process, once you log in, a pop-up comes up with how many emails I haven't read. Don't ask. It's my junk mail/what I use to register for things with/what I give strangers email, the one I never ever check so it's usually 1000+ emails. If you email my hotmail account, don't be hurt if I never return your email....
Then you get another pop-up with TODAY IN THE NEWS. And it's all tabloid stuff. I usually scan it and on very very rare occasion will look up one of the stories. But believe me, it's pretty rare. One big one lately has been, "When Oprah's recommendations go wrong" or something like that (tho I'm pretty sure it had another title...same concept). Fascinated, I looked it up. Funny, useless information about things Oprah has endorced that had a negative effect on the company vs. doing amazing things for the sales of the product. Funny. In one ear and out the other.
Today had a post about Jon (of Jon & Kate + 8) and wha his girlfriend has to say. Really. WHO CARES, right? I have to say that is defenitely one reason I do not miss American Gossip Media. Or News Media. It's all gossip anyway, right?
And it got me thinking. I am so malnourished in the wide world of what is going on. I don't watch the news here b/c it's all about bombings and what one group of people did to another group of people. Prejudice this and prejudice that. Who drank too much and cause a bar fight, who had a DUI, who was caught with drugs, whom was sleeping with who. I think it's sad that A) the media only reports on the bad stuff. B) They have to report all the crap to keep the public interested. C) That society is so bad that they're only interested in the crap. D) That I'm considered uneducated and uninteresting to talk to if I don't know the latest and greatest crap.
So here is my thoughts. You can disagree all you want. That is your right.
I have enough stress in my day to day life, that inviting the notion that something else may happen is simply adding to my stress. Don't need it.
I have a low self-body image as it is. I don't need to see who's wearing what and how they trained for 8 hours a day and flushed their colon to get in it. IT costing more than the balance on my car. Reality is, I have a toddler and I chase her for 18 hours a day and GAIN weight, making my $5 dress look like crap on me.
I love my husband dearly and deeply. He is wonderful and handsome and the best. He is the man I married and there really is no one out there better for me than him. So watching the gossip shows where no one can stay faithful b/c life got hard...BIG SHOCK, life IS hard...and they can't take any more, is a waste of time and energy on my part.
I worship God. Jesus Christ is my saviour. That is why I don't have a favorite Actress, singer, actor. It is sad that Michael JAckson died. It was amazing the things he did for pop music. He had a tragic life and that was sad. However, California should not be in debt for his funeral. I caught the replay of Princess Di's funeral, because I was a Freshman at Purdue, and I wasn't family or close personal friend and wasn't going to get myself out of bed at 5 am to watch it live. These people are just people. That's it. They spent their lives doing amazing things and contributing to society and I truly believe they would be sad to think that instead of joining their cause and helping the world, you sat around and fixated yourself on what they were wearing, what they were doing, WHO they were doing, and the list goes on. They're good people and they will be missed, but I think they would be better served by spending time and precious money on things other than them. Donate to a charity in their honor. Even if you have no money, you have time. I know you do, watching TV, reading magazines. Scanning the news racks for the latest headline containing them. That's just hours and hours of time that you could be banding together with them or their memory. So why doesn't this make sense to other people? I think all these celebrities would be sad to think that the focus was on what they wore to a charity event versus what the charity did for someone. God said worshiping Idols was a sin, and they don't call it American Idol for nothing. He never said there was anything wrong in helping another of mankind. He's all about love and kindness and stretching out your hand. Go do it.
I feel okay in the knowledge that I'm media deficiant. That I have no idea what is going on the rest of the world. I have to be IN this world. I don't have to be OF this world. And I feel happier in the knowing that I'm a little more boring because of it.
Friday, 24 July 2009
In Retrospect
I was sitting in the health center today waiting for the doctor, who was 35 minutes late, to ring my name over the announcement screen. Loud, schreaching beep. Mrs. Carli Davis flashes on the screen and makes your trip back to see the doctor more embarassing than being chosen last in Gym class back in school. But that's socialized medicine for you. Zero descression.
Oh, well.
I sat and waited. Knitting, knitting, knitting, trying to pass the time with something productive. I had a baby sweater vest that I'm closing on being done with and it was a good project to have with me. No pattern to follow, simple 2x2 ribbing boardered by garter stitch. Good. Soothing.
Enter the boys. 3 boys...aging approx. 4-7. TERRORS. Please Lord save me from crazy, out-of-control boys. I love boys. Want boys. Think the world is better for boys. God, please give me the strength to raise well behaved boys. Please. Pretty please?
But I digress.
The purpose of my dr's visit was b/c I have some odd bruising on the inside of my lips. Started Wednesday night and have spread. No, there's no ulceration, so it's not a cold sore. It's a bright red bruise. It baffled the doctor. It's numb in that area (which is just inside my lips all the way around) and feels weird to eat. Doctor had no clue. Told me it should go away eventually.
Got me thinking, though.
I wanna get pregnant. I'm craving baby #2. But I remembered all the stuff that I went through in the months that were my first pregnancy.
1. Morning/Afternoon/Evening sickness. All the time. Over everything.
2. Rash on my hands. All over my palms and wrists. Had to sleep with ice bags on my hand just so I could have itch relief.
3. I started "showing" at 3 months. That is had maternity clothes on by 3 months. Yah, that's BY THE END OF THE FIRST TRIMESTER OF MY FIRST PREGNANCY. Don't you show earlier and earlier with each pregnancy?
4. I started lactating (that's leaky boobs for those of you unfamiliar with breast feeding terminology) at 21 weeks. I wore breast pads from 21 weeks until Hazel was 14 months old. That's 16 + (4 times 14)...math don't fail me now...80 weeks. 80 times 7 days is 560 days. of breast pads. don't make me do how many breast pads I went through as that will just depress me.
5. Good old Bedrest. For no reason. Just because Hazel decided it was time to join the world 8 weeks early. Yah, bedrest isn't fun if you haven't done it.
But at the end of the day, pregnancy was wonderful. Nothing too major to complain about and although it wasn't smooth sailing....I wanna do it again. Badly.
Oh, well.
I sat and waited. Knitting, knitting, knitting, trying to pass the time with something productive. I had a baby sweater vest that I'm closing on being done with and it was a good project to have with me. No pattern to follow, simple 2x2 ribbing boardered by garter stitch. Good. Soothing.
Enter the boys. 3 boys...aging approx. 4-7. TERRORS. Please Lord save me from crazy, out-of-control boys. I love boys. Want boys. Think the world is better for boys. God, please give me the strength to raise well behaved boys. Please. Pretty please?
But I digress.
The purpose of my dr's visit was b/c I have some odd bruising on the inside of my lips. Started Wednesday night and have spread. No, there's no ulceration, so it's not a cold sore. It's a bright red bruise. It baffled the doctor. It's numb in that area (which is just inside my lips all the way around) and feels weird to eat. Doctor had no clue. Told me it should go away eventually.
Got me thinking, though.
I wanna get pregnant. I'm craving baby #2. But I remembered all the stuff that I went through in the months that were my first pregnancy.
1. Morning/Afternoon/Evening sickness. All the time. Over everything.
2. Rash on my hands. All over my palms and wrists. Had to sleep with ice bags on my hand just so I could have itch relief.
3. I started "showing" at 3 months. That is had maternity clothes on by 3 months. Yah, that's BY THE END OF THE FIRST TRIMESTER OF MY FIRST PREGNANCY. Don't you show earlier and earlier with each pregnancy?
4. I started lactating (that's leaky boobs for those of you unfamiliar with breast feeding terminology) at 21 weeks. I wore breast pads from 21 weeks until Hazel was 14 months old. That's 16 + (4 times 14)...math don't fail me now...80 weeks. 80 times 7 days is 560 days. of breast pads. don't make me do how many breast pads I went through as that will just depress me.
5. Good old Bedrest. For no reason. Just because Hazel decided it was time to join the world 8 weeks early. Yah, bedrest isn't fun if you haven't done it.
But at the end of the day, pregnancy was wonderful. Nothing too major to complain about and although it wasn't smooth sailing....I wanna do it again. Badly.
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