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Flat Nosed Pups
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Me and my baby belly.
We got a 3D ultrasound at my OB appointment today. Meet our daughter! She's 1 lb. 6 oz right now. You can't tell from this picture, but on the video screen the sonographer went through lots of pictures, and she looks to have Alan's nose.
This is how Kritter reacted to his little sister's photo...
Boo seemed confused...
and these were Rascal's thoughts.
The pups love the backyard in our new house.
And their new baby sister!
And her toys.
What's up y'all?
I'm going to make another effort to get back to blogging. I've documented my fur babies' lives, so what kind of a mother would I be if I didn't do the same for my actual baby?
Our new house is getting somewhere close to an acceptable living condition, Kaitlyn is sleeping more and Alan should have a lighter load at the hospital for awhile. Time is flying. I believe it has sped up since Kaitlyn was born. Slow down! I want to enjoy my baby!
In the last two weeks she has started to smile for long periods at a time, and several time she's let out little giggles — usually when she toots. She tooted all through communion at her first church service, which was Mother's Day. The little boys in the pew in front of us got in trouble for laughing about it.
Kaitlyn got Alan a drill for his first Father's Day to replace the one that was lost in the move. He's already used it to take down the cabinet doors for painting — and I'm hoping he'll use it to put them back up soon!
This is some of my favorite time with her — sleeping all cozy and content on my chest.
Alan caught us sleeping in the same position this week.
We discovered that her hair gets curly when wet. I don't know if this is new or if I'd just never brushed it this way before, but she definitely got that from Alan.
Boo helped Alan put together Kaitlyn's crib.
He obviously wasn't doing it right and needed lots of supervision.
It turned out beautifully.
Little blue eyes.
Here's a brief overview of the last month in our lives:
We are not people who go looking for drama, but it certainly found us!
Streeeetching in her coming-home outfit.
"I don't need no stinking NICU!"
Although she was born at 33 weeks and babies usually can't suck, swallow and breathe until 36 weeks, Kaitlyn breastfeeds and takes my milk in a bottle like a pro.
I love this picture. It looks like she's in a straight jacket, and that little disgusted look on her face is perfect. Her hair is all fuzzed out because she'd just had a bath. Mom calls it her monchichi look. I didn't know what that meant, but Google always provides:
Tiny fingers!
Peekaboo is VERY interested in the baby. I think she understand that Kaitlyn is not another dog though, because she never tried to get between me and the baby, like she would with Kritter or Rascal. She climbs up on the furniture so she can peer into the bassinet, and is on a mission to steal the pacifier for herself.
Rascal has snuck in a couple licks of Kaitlyn's hands and feet. We wash them afterwards, but with three dogs, she's going to be licked occasionally, so I suppose she may as well get used to it!
Kritter hasn't paid much direct attention to Kaitlyn, but he has been barking at imagined threats outside much more frequently than ever before. I think he's protecting her.
My mom has been able to stay and help me out. I would not have showered all week if not for her!
She likes to roll over on her side and stretch after I change her diaper while I get the swaddling blanket ready.
Rascal recovering.
The object turned out to be a hard piece of a toy one of my friends gave me. I threw it away months ago exactly because I didn't want them chewing on a toy with pieces that might break off. Either the piece has been in him that long or he just now found it somewhere. He's getting lots of rest and soft foods.
Peekaboo and Kritter look very concerned for Rascal.
Playtime — before the surgery.
Googly eyes!
Alan's parents have visited for the last two weekends, bringing with them Hazel the boxer and their new dog, Abby the chiwawa-? mix. I suggested naming her wawa, chichi, taco, chalupa, etc., but I was shot down. She's very cute and sweet. (And Terri, I'm not just sucking up!) The in-laws were going to get another boxer after the passing of Rocky, but Abby found them first.
Happy Easter!
Now it's nap time!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Our little girl
Me and my baby belly.
We got a 3D ultrasound at my OB appointment today. Meet our daughter! She's 1 lb. 6 oz right now. You can't tell from this picture, but on the video screen the sonographer went through lots of pictures, and she looks to have Alan's nose.
This is how Kritter reacted to his little sister's photo...
Boo seemed confused...
and these were Rascal's thoughts.Monday, September 15, 2008
What a weekend
Peekaboo turned one year old on Sunday.
And now for the update...I just got out of the hospital. Baby and I are both ok - just have to take it really easy.
My thyroid is hyperactive and I have a sub-something hemorrhage in my uterus, which sounds terrible but really should not be a big deal.
Alan got to be a hero in it all: I was discharged from the hospital in Round Rock (suburb of Austin) and we went to get my prescriptions filled at the all-night Wal-greens near downtown. It was going to take an hour to fill, so we went to Central Market to get something to eat. I fainted in the parking lot. He picked me up, and I fainted again. I was out for about a minute. He carried me to the car and took me to the hospital that is literally right by Central Market. Then he got to carry me into the ER. I was there from 7:30 p.m. Sunday till about 4:30 a.m. Monday, when they transferred me back to the Round Rock hospital because that is where my OB/GYN works.
I was severely dehydrated - I'd been so nauseated that I hadn't been able to eat or drink much, and the hyperactive thyroid makes my metabolism crazy high. I got like five bags of fluid, discovered the luxuries of a bedpan and ate hospital food that wasn't bad at all.
And now for the update...I just got out of the hospital. Baby and I are both ok - just have to take it really easy.
My thyroid is hyperactive and I have a sub-something hemorrhage in my uterus, which sounds terrible but really should not be a big deal.
Alan got to be a hero in it all: I was discharged from the hospital in Round Rock (suburb of Austin) and we went to get my prescriptions filled at the all-night Wal-greens near downtown. It was going to take an hour to fill, so we went to Central Market to get something to eat. I fainted in the parking lot. He picked me up, and I fainted again. I was out for about a minute. He carried me to the car and took me to the hospital that is literally right by Central Market. Then he got to carry me into the ER. I was there from 7:30 p.m. Sunday till about 4:30 a.m. Monday, when they transferred me back to the Round Rock hospital because that is where my OB/GYN works.
I was severely dehydrated - I'd been so nauseated that I hadn't been able to eat or drink much, and the hyperactive thyroid makes my metabolism crazy high. I got like five bags of fluid, discovered the luxuries of a bedpan and ate hospital food that wasn't bad at all.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Catching up
The pups love the backyard in our new house.
And their new baby sister!
And her toys.
What's up y'all?
I'm going to make another effort to get back to blogging. I've documented my fur babies' lives, so what kind of a mother would I be if I didn't do the same for my actual baby?
Our new house is getting somewhere close to an acceptable living condition, Kaitlyn is sleeping more and Alan should have a lighter load at the hospital for awhile. Time is flying. I believe it has sped up since Kaitlyn was born. Slow down! I want to enjoy my baby!
In the last two weeks she has started to smile for long periods at a time, and several time she's let out little giggles — usually when she toots. She tooted all through communion at her first church service, which was Mother's Day. The little boys in the pew in front of us got in trouble for laughing about it.
Kaitlyn got Alan a drill for his first Father's Day to replace the one that was lost in the move. He's already used it to take down the cabinet doors for painting — and I'm hoping he'll use it to put them back up soon!
This is some of my favorite time with her — sleeping all cozy and content on my chest.
Alan caught us sleeping in the same position this week.
We discovered that her hair gets curly when wet. I don't know if this is new or if I'd just never brushed it this way before, but she definitely got that from Alan.
Squeaky clean!
Friday, April 04, 2008
Playtime and helping
I may be tired from taking care of the baby, but the pups don't seem to be losing any sleep.
Boo helped Alan put together Kaitlyn's crib.
He obviously wasn't doing it right and needed lots of supervision.
It turned out beautifully.Saturday, March 29, 2008
Observations on motherhood
In the month since Kaitlyn was born, I've learned that:
• That little pooch left on a mother's stomach after childbirth is quite convenient for propping up the baby to breastfeed.
• When using a breastpump, it can be quite entertaining to bet on which breast will "win."
• What gives mom gas will give baby gas, and the bigger of the two will not necessarily be the one who "toots" the loudest.
• The phrase "getting ready for company" actually means "putting on a shirt."
• Baby wipes are an acceptable alternative to actually bathing.
• Having a little girl does not mean you won't get "shot" during a diaper change.
I think Alan's proudest moment to date was when we discovered Kaitlyn has a talent for projectile pooping. She did it several time in the hospital, but I've learned counteroffensive tactics since the last time, when she squirted me, the wall, floor and her isolette, which was so thoroughly coated the nurses had to take it apart to clean!
• That little pooch left on a mother's stomach after childbirth is quite convenient for propping up the baby to breastfeed.
• When using a breastpump, it can be quite entertaining to bet on which breast will "win."
• What gives mom gas will give baby gas, and the bigger of the two will not necessarily be the one who "toots" the loudest.
• The phrase "getting ready for company" actually means "putting on a shirt."
• Baby wipes are an acceptable alternative to actually bathing.
• Having a little girl does not mean you won't get "shot" during a diaper change.
I think Alan's proudest moment to date was when we discovered Kaitlyn has a talent for projectile pooping. She did it several time in the hospital, but I've learned counteroffensive tactics since the last time, when she squirted me, the wall, floor and her isolette, which was so thoroughly coated the nurses had to take it apart to clean!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Bringing home baby and stomach surgery
Little blue eyes.Here's a brief overview of the last month in our lives:
- We find out our landlord didn't pay his taxes, the home is being sold on the courthouse steps and we need to move
- My water breaks early: 32 weeks and five days. We're told I'll be in the hospital on bed rest and antibiotics until labor begins on its own or I develop an infection.
- Labor begins and Kaitlyn is born at 33 weeks and one day. She's in the hospital for two weeks, I room in at the hospital and visit her in the NICU every three hours. Alan begins his pediatrics rotation.
- We begin looking for another home for lease. Because the market has changed, landlords are asking ridiculous amounts in deposits, fees, etc. etc. etc. We get disgusted and make a casual inquiry into purchasing a home.
- I look at a home for sale and fall in love. We make an offer.
- Kaitlyn comes home from the hospital.
- Our offer on the home is accepted.
- Rascal seems ill, so we go to the vet. An X-ray shows a foreign object in his tummy. He has emergency surgery to remove it. He's now recovering at home after two days observation at the vet.
Kaitlyn was a NICU superstar — we were able to bring her home last Saturday, March 16. She weighed 4 pounds, .04 ounces. The cute stroller and car seat I agonized over picking out had to go back to the store and traded for a Chicco brand system, which can accommodate a four-pound baby safely.
Streeeetching in her coming-home outfit.
"I don't need no stinking NICU!"Actually, I could not be more thankful for the NICU, especially the nurses. What wonderful women. They were always glad to talk to me, explain everything and make me feel more comfortable with a stressful situation. And they never judged me when I came in for a 3 a.m. feeding looking . . . like it was 3 a.m.
Although she was born at 33 weeks and babies usually can't suck, swallow and breathe until 36 weeks, Kaitlyn breastfeeds and takes my milk in a bottle like a pro.
I love this picture. It looks like she's in a straight jacket, and that little disgusted look on her face is perfect. Her hair is all fuzzed out because she'd just had a bath. Mom calls it her monchichi look. I didn't know what that meant, but Google always provides:
Tiny fingers!
Peekaboo is VERY interested in the baby. I think she understand that Kaitlyn is not another dog though, because she never tried to get between me and the baby, like she would with Kritter or Rascal. She climbs up on the furniture so she can peer into the bassinet, and is on a mission to steal the pacifier for herself.
Rascal has snuck in a couple licks of Kaitlyn's hands and feet. We wash them afterwards, but with three dogs, she's going to be licked occasionally, so I suppose she may as well get used to it!
Kritter hasn't paid much direct attention to Kaitlyn, but he has been barking at imagined threats outside much more frequently than ever before. I think he's protecting her.
My mom has been able to stay and help me out. I would not have showered all week if not for her!
She likes to roll over on her side and stretch after I change her diaper while I get the swaddling blanket ready.
Rascal recovering.
Peekaboo and Kritter look very concerned for Rascal.
Playtime — before the surgery.
Googly eyes!
Alan's parents have visited for the last two weekends, bringing with them Hazel the boxer and their new dog, Abby the chiwawa-? mix. I suggested naming her wawa, chichi, taco, chalupa, etc., but I was shot down. She's very cute and sweet. (And Terri, I'm not just sucking up!) The in-laws were going to get another boxer after the passing of Rocky, but Abby found them first.
Happy Easter!
Now it's nap time!
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