Surprise! Well, not really...

A whole bunch of crazy things have happened over the past couple of months that I definitely need to spill about. In my last post, I recounted the tale of the beginning and middle of my bed rest prison and the events leading up to my being stuck on the couch. Today, I will fill you in on...well...everything else.

S is for SURPRISE!

So I continued to go into labour every 2 weeks while on bed rest for a full 7 weeks. The last time before the time was at 34 weeks 6 days, and I was having full-blown labour, including dilating to 4 cm and having regular, painful contractions. If you're following, this was the DAY after I last blogged. Ridiculous. I got shipped off again to a different hospital in Edmonton, and this time was sufficiently disgusted by both the unkempt room that I was given (the amount of sticky crud on the bathroom floor and in the shower was enough to make me gag), and the nurse who told me I was actually only 3 cm dilated after she stuck her fingers about an inch into my vag...I don't know where she took her training or what she was 'measuring', but it certainly wasn't my cervix. Those of you who are female and have had children or just a pap will understand what I mean when I say that you know when your cervix is being examined. Needless to say, the contractions dwindled and an extremely grouchy and frustrated mama got sent home. I got extremely tired of hearing "Oh, good! You know, every day is better for the baby!" There comes a point in time, people, when although extra time may be good for the fetus involved, those extra days are extremely detrimental to the mental, emotional, and physical health of the mother. So please, the next time you talk to someone who has gone through a similar situation, the correct thing to say would probably sound like "You must be going crazy with all of this going on. I hope that it's all over soon and you have a healthy baby to take home." Because once it gets to the point where the baby is big enough that he or she may not spend time in the NICU at all...when you've been dealing with PTL (pre-term labour) for 7 weeks...believe me - you're ready for it to be over.

That being said, I'm glad my little Seedling held on for as long as he did. I certainly wouldn't have been happy with him arriving back at the 29 week mark, or even at 31 weeks. Dealing with visiting a preemie in the NICU with my Sprout having to live with being bailed on by Mommy time and time again would have been much more difficult. Instead, we got to go home just over 24 hours after Seedling was born. When was that, you ask? Well, surprise, surprise...

Not really. On Friday, May 13th, when there were 4 planets aligned (which hadn't happened since 1910), exactly 8 weeks since the date of my first PTL from the stomach flu, I started feeling a little different. I had been having regular contractions for 3 days prior, and finally that evening decided that I should maybe have my husband take me in to have a non-stress test done to make sure my little guy was dealing with it all okay. When we got to the hospital and got put on the monitor, my contractions were erratic, but strong. They regulated shortly thereafter, and the nurse in assessment proceeded to check my cervix and tell me that I was between 4-5 cm dilated and that I would be getting admitted because I was in labour. For the first time with the whole PTL thing, I was actually shocked! I stayed around the same for contractions, etc overnight, and then in the morning, a new nurse came on shift. I don't know what it is, but I seem to attract really grouchy nurses during the days. I had awesome nurses on the night shift, but my daytime nurse that day (the 14th) was awful.

After putting me on the monitor and poking me with a couple fingers at the tail end of a contraction, she went and wrote "Patient is having mild contractions and doesn't seem to be bothered by them. Is texting through contractions." Okay. A matter of opinion, I suppose, but I don't think that pushing buttons on a cell phone while having to breathe during my contractions is really the same as 'talking' through a contraction. She then proceeded to come in and lecture me about how Braxton Hicks contractions could be really strong, and that since I wasn't dilating, I wasn't really in labour and would probably be sent home. I just about lost my mind and threw my cup of ice chips at her. Apparently going from 2-3 cm up to 4-5 cm doesn't count as dilating, so I wasn't in labour. Thank goodness the OB was competent, because she came in and proclaimed that I was already well over 5 cm and asked if I wanted to "get this party started" (aka break my water). I wish I could have taken a photo of the 'oh shit' look on the nurse's face when she walked into the room to find the OB poking at me with the giant crochet hook - again, if you've had kids, you probably know the tool I'm speaking of. I will never peel an orange or crochet ever in my lifetime without thinking about that thing.

My water was broken at just after 11:00am, and when the OB left the room, she laughed and said "I'll see you at 1:00pm for delivery...", to which I chuckled and said "Oh yeah, for sure!" Ahem. Before my labour got too crazy, I grabbed my toiletry bag and proceeded to do my makeup. Weird, I know, but I have pictures of myself after my first labour and delivery, and I was determined to look at least a little more human this time around. My contractions picked up just after 12:00pm, and I went from 6 cm to 8 cm in a matter of 4 contractions...and then things got super crazy after that. I don't remember much (I had a completely natural labour, no epi, no drugs, no gas, etc), but apparently I started pushing at 1:15pm at the start of one contraction...and delivered my son at 1:17pm at the end of that same contraction. Yeah, that's two minutes. No big deal or anything. I'm pretty proud of that one. Best part? No tearing, no stitches, no swelling. I used one ice pack, and took a couple ibuprofen for the cramping during breastfeeding, but that was it. Recovery after a super fast labour and delivery were nothing this time around. I thought it was easy with Sprout, but this was ridiculous! Plus, my beautiful little boy looked like a c-section baby - hardly any birth trauma, and a perfectly round little head!

The stupid nurse only pissed me off a couple times after that, which I didn't really care about, because I had my little man, and he was healthy and perfect, and I was filled with love. She did make some snarky comment to another nurse when filling out my chart about whether she should write down that the OB breaking my water was induction or augmentation, because I "technically wasn't in labour". She's lucky I was breastfeeding, that's all I have to say.

Seedling was born at 36 weeks 5 days, and was 6 lbs 13 oz, 18 1/4" long. He only had a couple issues with keeping his blood sugar levels up, but was otherwise totally fine and able to come home the next day. I'll blog more about it later, but we're dealing with some other health issues now (reflux...). Still, he is a healthy boy, and at 2 weeks 6 days old, he is already 8 lbs 11 oz. Boy am I glad he came early!

Sprout has transitioned so well - I am so incredibly proud of her. She loves her little brother to pieces, and is always asking to check on him, or kiss him, or hug him, or hold him...and lately, she keeps asking me to help - she wants little jobs to do, like pat his back when we're burping him, or handing me a diaper or wipes during a change. She has also gotten to the point of being almost potty trained - most days we catch almost all the pees, and all of the poops! I fit her entire head of hair into a ponytail yesterday and just about cried. I'm glad I've got my Seedling now, because my Sprout is growing into a beautiful little toddler, with so much personality. She's putting together 3 and 4-word sentences, which is unbelievable, and her comprehension still blows my mind every day. My favourite new trick of hers? She's obsessed with the movie "Happy Feet", and does her Mumble dance impression around the house while yelling "Tap dance, Mommy!" Needless to say, we've got her enrolled in a dance class for the fall.

I feel so incredibly blessed to have such a beautiful, healthy family. I don't know what I ever did to get this lucky, but I am certainly grateful for everything in my life right now. I couldn't be more proud of you, my not-so-little Sprout, or more in love with you and our tiny Seedling. I feel more complete now than I ever have in my life before. It's true what they say - you have a hard time picturing what it will be like to have a second child before they arrive. I know I wondered if I would love this baby the same, or how I could possibly have enough love to go around. The answer? Absolutely. Life has changed for the better, in every way. Sure, it's challenging having an 18 month old, stubborn little princess, and a fussy, refluxy, noisy little man, but so far I am enjoying even the rough days, at the end of it all. I can sit back at the end of every day and be proud of where I am and how far I have come and grown as a parent and as an individual, and be just as proud of my children and my husband. Love is all around.

Sprout and Seedling, I love you both more than I could ever express - especially when I am grouchy and sleep-deprived (let's work on that, shall we?). Thank you for choosing me as your Mommy, and for being exactly who you are. I will never try to change you, and I hope that I do a decent job in your eyes of bringing you up in this world of mass chaos. All I do, every day, is for you both. I love you.

Good night, sleep tight.

xoxoxo

Mommy

Revelations.

The title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with anything Biblical, although the book of Revelations is probably the most disturbing and unnerving portion of the Bible, in my opinion. No, my own revelations have come to me over the past six weeks that I have spent laying on the couch or in my bed, only being allowed getting up to walk the short jaunt to the bathroom. That's right, folks. I ended up on complete bed rest this pregnancy. This blog is brought to you by the letter 'R', which in this case stands for...

Rest and Regression

I'll get to the regression part later. First of all, I need to rewind back six weeks and fill you all in on exactly what happened. It was a Friday morning, and Sprout had finally started perking back up after a trip to the Stollery following a wicked bout of gastroenteritis (stomach bug). I woke up feeling a little strange, and then began vomiting myself by around 8:30am. I didn't start feeling terrible until around 2:00pm, and then it really hit hard. By 6:00pm, I noticed that not only did I have anything to throw up anymore (especially when it was happening every 15 minutes), but I was also having contractions. Lots of them. About 6-8 per hour. I called the hospital and was informed that I needed to get there ASAP. My mom came out and brought me to the hospital, while my husband stayed here with our still-recovering Sprout to wait for any news.

The hospital trip was fairly uneventful - I was pumped full of IV fluids (a 3-bag bolus) immediately, given a medication called Indocid to try and slow my contractions, injected with Zofran (the miracle anti-nausea drug), and checked for cervical dilation. Seedling's heart rate was jumping up over 185bpm and then decelerating to around 75-80bpm during and between contractions, and my own resting rate was over 12o. I had dilated to 2 cm, lost my mucous plug, and the contractions were steady at every 2-3 minutes apart. It was soon decided that I needed to be at a hospital that could facilitate delivery at 29 weeks, should my body not decide to cooperate and kick Seedling out early.

I was taken by ambulance to the RAH, where they have a full NICU and neonatologists there all the time, and admitted into their labour and delivery unit. Luckily, something kicked in, and my labour started to slow down, followed by my heart rate lowering, and Seedling looking a little more cozy and less freaked out by what was going on. I was transferred to the antenatal unit, and taken for an ultrasound the following day to make sure everything was still okay with Seedling. Side comment about the new Lois Hole Hospital for Women at the RAH - unbelievably beautiful building. The unit where I had my ultrasound done was gorgeous, and I got to watch the entire ultrasound on a 46" flat screen TV mounted up on the wall across from where I had to lay. So awesome. It was at that ultrasound that I found out my cervix, which should have been at least 3-4cm long at that point, had shortened to 1.8cm following the stress of labour. What does that mean, you ask? Cervical shortening is one of the leading causes of preterm labour and preterm rupture of membranes (water breaking). So...I was put on complete bed rest. I spent 5 days in total at the hospital still contracting fairly regularly with a very irritated uterus before I was finally released and able to come home.

I'm not going to whine about the terms of my bed rest, but I will give a quick update. When I left the RAH, the OB I saw there predicted that I wouldn't make it to 34 weeks before delivering this baby. As of today, I am 34 weeks and 5 days. They will not stop my labour anymore (I've had to go in twice since I was released to have them stop contractions), and the baby is over 5lbs according to ultrasound measurements, which is a very decent size. Larger than average, actually. I am officially off bed rest in 3 days - SO EXCITING! The most difficult thing about bed rest has been watching Sprout regress in so many ways, and trying to 'fix' all of the problems that she seemed to develop in those 5 days I spent away from her in the hospital. That, I will talk about.

Sigh. Do you know what it feels like to have to sit back and watch someone else try to take care of your child, while you're in the room and can't really do anything to help? Or to have your normally sweet, cooperative little girl suddenly decide that if Mommy isn't changing her diaper, putting her to bed, feeding her, taking her to the potty, or playing with her, she's just going to scream, refuse to eat, refuse to nap or sleep at night, and start acting out for attention? I have to say that I felt completely torn in half already by my two children. On one hand, I had to stay on the couch for the safety of Seedling, who still needed more time to develop and grow inside of me, but on the other hand, I was sacrificing everything that Sprout knew to be normal, and she definitely noticed. Heartbreaking to hear your daughter screaming 'NO! Mommy!!' when someone else takes her to bed. I spent a lot of nights awake crying because I felt like I had completely failed and let both of my kids down. How could my body betray me (and them) like that?! Just because of a stupid stomach virus.

After six weeks of 'rehabilitation' and adjustment, we are finally back to eating normally, sleeping well (in her toddler bed, no less!), less tantrums, and a generally happy little girl, who talks and acts like she is 2 and a half, instead of 1 and a half! Her vocabulary astounds me - and it's not only the words she knows, because she is a parrot and will repeat anything - it's the comprehension and the retention. She got a pretend doctor kit from my mom the other day, and I only had to tell her the names of the 'tools' and what they were for ONCE. Then, she proceeded to tell all her animals to 'say AAAHHH' so she could look in their mouths, listened to their hearts and told me they sounded like 'boom boom boom', checked their temperatures under their arms (some had a 'fever', some didn't), and gave them 'medicine' from the syringe. Unbelievable. Not saying my kid is a super genius or anything, she just blows me away every day, and it was so hard seeing her so very unhappy and not herself. She can now tell you what sounds the letters A, B, C, D, H, L, M, N, O, P, R, S, and Y make (she figured that last one out herself...somehow), and a word that goes with each letter; she knows and will point out red, blue, purple, yellow, orange, green, pink, black, and white (if she's not too preoccupied), and she can almost count to 10 steadily. She likes to start with 'One, two....one, two...five...seven...nine...ten!' but if she really focuses, she knows the rest of them as well, in order. At this age, she really is a little sponge. She seems to fully retain every last tidbit of information I give her about anything, and loves to ask questions and wants to know more all the time. At this rate, she will be just like my smart little niece, who is currently completing kindergarten...but working on grade one material and reading at a level even above that!

I am so proud of her, and can't wait for everything to come in the next weeks. Every morning, she says 'hello' to her baby sibling, and gives my belly a snuggle, a pat, and a kiss. She loves to feel him/her move, and listen to the heartbeat if I take out my doppler, or the antenatal nurses are here to run a non-stress test (tomorrow is their last visit, but they've been seeing me at home for the past 5 weeks). Her most frequently asked question about the baby is if he/she can come 'out', but she always follows it up by saying 'No...too small...', which I told her when I came home from the hospital.

Life is going to change in so many ways, Sprout. Mommy can take you to the park next week, and pick you up for snuggles (finally!), and hopefully be able to spend some quality time with you before Seedling arrives. And when he/she does decide to make an appearance, it is going to be such a wonderful thing to see you as a proud big sister, which I already know you will be. I love you with all of my heart, and I hope you know how much it has been absolutely killing me to watch all the wonderful things you've been doing and not be able to be right there with you on the floor, playing and helping you learn. You are such a big girl, and I can't express how proud I am of you.

xoxoxo

Mommy

Questioning.

I find myself often stressing about things that really shouldn't matter, in the grand scheme of life. I think we all do it - we discover that something is out of place or not happening as it should, and we freak out. Why do we do it? Does it really matter if the laundry is piled in baskets on my bedroom floor instead of put away in my closet and dresser? I had a bit of an epiphany today about my house and its lack of tidiness. Not that I am not a clean person - my house is always clean (especially my floors - I do have a toddler and a dog) - but there always seems to be clutter around and odds and ends that never seem to be finished (ie. Laundry, dishes, mail sitting around, etc.)

Life is too short to constantly spend all of my 'spare time' cleaning. If my house was completely spotless all the time, it would be because I never took any time out for myself during the day. Maybe I take too much time - there were a few weeks where supper (not for Sprout, she always gets fed healthy and nutritious, yummy meals) was...lacking. I'm not going to lie, a few boxes of KD and cans of Alpha Ghetti were greedily devoured by my dear husband and I. Not the healthiest thing when I'm pregnant, I know. I usually take time during my day to ensure that I at least snack healthily (apples, peppers, cucumber, oranges) and take my vitamins.

All that chatter brings me to the letter 'Q'.

'Q' is for Questioning

So I'm questioning my constant need to be stressed out about what people are going to think if my house is a little cluttered and the dishes aren't done. Sure, it's a lot more functional when it's clean, but I honestly don't really notice it when it's not. Again, I'm not talking about keeping the counters, floors, toilets, sinks, etc. clean. I'm talking about the fact that my bookshelf has been taken over by a shelf of diapering supplies, another shelf of photo boxes in front of books, another shelf with random 'stuff' on it...sigh. I'm tired of looking at it and thinking I should do something about it, so I've finally decided to give in to what I know - I'm not an organized person. Clutter is a part of my life, and a part of my home.

Part of me feels guilty, because I should be setting an example for Sprout as she gets older, but maybe it will prompt her to want that kind of organization in her life. My mother and sister are both crazy cleaners. Everything has to have its place, everything has to be put away, everything has to be cleaned. All the time. Now, I'm not saying that's a bad thing, it's just...not me. My husband and I are a bad combination, because he grew up in a super cluttered house - and not even just clutter...things got...well...a little bit hoarded. It's gotten better even in the last 6-7 years that I've been around to witness things changing, but I know that he grew up with having to do the basics: laundry, dishes, bathrooms, kitchen. Just the things that needed to be done to make the house clean, not necessarily looking spotless and organized. My MIL has a sign in her house that says "My house is clean enough to be healthy, and dirty enough to feel lived in." I love it.

Do I ever worry about Sprout eating something she has dropped on my floor? Absolutely not. The dog's paws get wiped when she comes in the house, and I am constantly battling my hairball/dust bunnies with the Norwex mop and the Dustbuster (have I mentioned how much I LOVE my Dustbuster? Couldn't live without it.) so my floors are fairly germ and dust-free. Stress isn't anyone's friend, and I find that when I start to stress about things that really don't matter, it affects everything: my relationship with my husband, my patience with Sprout, my ability to kick back and enjoy this pregnancy and life in general.

I'm raising a glass today to all the moms with cluttered houses who can honestly just give in to the fact that their homes will probably always be cluttered. A toast (of sparkling cider) to all of you who can join me in taking an afternoon break to read a book, eat a bowl of ice cream, write in a journal, or watch a movie or daytime TV show - anything that you can do to just enjoy life and the small things that contribute to our overall happiness. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, and I actually feel a little more motivated to make something better for supper (last night was actually really tasty...and healthy...except for all the garlic and butter!)

Enjoy your nap, Sprout. Mommy is kicking her swollen feet up on the couch to eat some ice cream and bond with Seedling, who is happily turning somersaults this afternoon. I'm sorry if I am a poor role model for you for tidiness, but I hope that you will learn something else from me: sometimes you just need to relax and enjoy life. We all spend so many years working our asses off both at work and at home, and stress about everything in our lives. For what? That's the question I'm asking you today. I love you with all of my heart, Sprout, and even the time that I'm taking out for myself is really for you, so that I can focus my energy on being a better, more relaxed, more patient Mommy. Sweet dreams.

xoxoxo

Mommy

Par-tay!

Sprout at 12 months

Sprout at one day old!

Yummy birthday cupcake!

Beautiful Owl Cake

Daddy & Sprout in her birthday girl outfit

We've come to the letter 'P' finally, and after an agonizing 2 months of trying to blog my way here, I can finally write about Sprout's first birthday party! Birthdays are so bittersweet now, after watching my first child have her first special day. You're so proud of all of their achievements and accomplishments in their first year, but it's one of those double-sided things. You want them to keep learning and changing and growing, but you want to hit the pause button for a while and just stay with them in this adorable phase of cuddly, stumbling, talking cuteness.

Owls have always been a huge part of Sprout's first year. Her nursery is decorated in an Enchanted Forest (check out www.lambsivy.com for the bedding and nursery set) theme, and from the first day we brought her home, we took a picture each month with her stuffed owl that belongs to the nursery set to mark her growth. So it wasn't a huge surprise that we decided on a pink and brown owl-themed party. A wonderful friend of my mom's from work made the most beautiful cake for Sprout, and I made cupcakes with pink and cream frosting with little owl cutouts on toothpicks stuck in the top. She wore an owl sweater, black leggings, and a pink pettiskirt. The only downsides to the day? The weather was awful, and both Sprout and I had come down with a horrible cold. She woke up in the morning and laid on my chest on the couch and cried for the first 20 minutes. Thank goodness she is a resilient little thing - cake, treats, and presents really perked her up!

I was extremely proud of the fact that I did NOT cry at her party. I did cry on her actual birthday, and I definitely had a good cry afterwards. The first year goes by so quickly, and the fact that she has a brother or sister coming along in only 4-5 months just makes it even more meaningful. I wanted to hold on to the baby phase for as long as I could, but she just flew right past! She was a spoiled, but very well-behaved little owl at her party, and I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful turnout of close friends and family. So nice to be able to celebrate with so many people. The only thing that she didn't cooperate with (which we had practiced for weeks beforehand, and which she asks to do with my house candles EVERY day now) was to blow out her first birthday candle, which I stuck in the top of her cupcake. She just stared at me like "what do you expect me to do with THAT?" I think she was confused, because she knew it was supposed to be a treat, but I was asking her to do something weird with a cupcake. Why would you have to blow on a cupcake?

Anyways, so another two months has passed, and Sprout is almost fully walking (I don't know if she'll ever toughen up and stop being such a chicken. She'll walk to me, and if I keep backing up, she will walk around the whole house! Little turkey.), and says well over 50 words on a regular basis now. She came up to me yesterday with the manger from the Little People nativity scene and the angel, and said "House. This (points to angel). On. Pleeeeeease." She blows my mind. The manger has a little peg on top where the angel sits, and then when you push it down, it lights up the star and sings "Silent Night". The fact that she can already structure that kind of sequence of words and express what she would like me to do (WITH manners) absolutely blows me away. I think my favourite new development (other than saying please and thank-you without always being prompted) has to either be her naming all of her colours, or the fact that she says 'love' now and gives herself a hug when you tell her to say 'love you'. And then blows a kiss. I am so thankful that I get to spend every day with her at home, watching her constantly learn and grow. I can't wait for the next stage of our family life, when this new little Seedling joins us and Sprout, and our lives change yet again.

I hear you talking to Iggy and Monster up in your crib...I suppose naptime is over, even though it hasn't been 2 hours...

Can't wait to throw your next party, Sprout. I'm already in the planning stages!

xoxoxo

Mommy

Oh...

It's been a long time again between blogs, and although I do have a few excuses (pregnancy, flu, baby measles), I still feel guilty. I should be making more time to do the things that I enjoy before I am completely bombarded with a newborn and a barely-toddler!

I'm stuck at home on a Saturday night with a sinus infection (thank you, flu) by myself (my husband is having a drunken slumber party with my brother-in-law and my cousin-in-law), and can't think of anything to do OR write. This brings me to the letter 'O'. What the heck starts with that letter? I can think of some particularly inappropriate ones, which would probably be deemed appropriate seeing as how my blog has 'uncensored' in the title. Ah, well. Maybe...this...

'O' is for 'Olfactory'

Yep. Another one of those nerdy medical words I picked up in school. Do you want to know what's weird? Not being able to smell or taste ANYTHING for days on end. I could literally be eating a piece of dog shit and not know the difference if I was blindfolded. It could be a brownie. Yuck. Even thinking about that makes me want to barf. Pregnancy is supposed to make your sense of smell extremely heightened, which it absolutely was before I got sick. Now, I can eat things I normally don't enjoy (but are good for me...), but who knows how long it is going to last.

One good thing about not being able to smell? Poopy diapers!! They don't normally bother me much, but sometimes...phew! It has been great to be able to change them without making a face or having to hold my breath. That's about the only good thing though. No sleep, not being able to eat properly because I have to chew with my mouth open...those are all things that make me look and feel REALLY classy.

Okay, so this blog officially sucks. I will try to blog more often in 2011, but with the way things have been lately, I think it will be on hiatus again for a little while. I'll think of something clever to write for the letter 'P'. I PROMISE. (Tee hee.)

Sorry, Sprout, Mommy's losing her touch. Maybe it's that sibling of yours eating my brain cells, or all the snot in my sinuses, but either way, I'm feeling a bit moronic myself lately. Time to make some popcorn and enjoy my solo Saturday night pity party. See you in the morning, Sprout.

xoxoxo

Mommy

What do YOU do during naptime?

The time has come!! It's an extremely exciting day for Mommy & Sprout!! After much deliberation and consulting with my most fabulous older sister about the deletion of the dreaded morning nap, today was the day to start cutting it out! Let me share how my incredible experience has gone thus far (and it's already 1:00pm!)...

'N' is for NO NAP!

I have conversed with a bazillion other moms about when, where, why, and most importantly, HOW, to cut out the morning nap. I got a flurry of differing opinions and advice: "Let them decide when it's time to cut it out...", "Start waking them up sooner and sooner until they don't need a nap anymore...", "Push back the start time of the nap and wake them up when it's time to eat lunch...", and so on and so forth. Unfortunately, all of these seemed like horrible options for Sprout, who really just got crabby around 10-10:30 ish and appeared to desperately cling to that nap. Then I consulted with my sister, A, who is a dayhome QUEEN and mother of her own to two gorgeous kidlets. Her advice was the only advice that made sense to me.

"Have a strict rest-time established where the child lays down on the couch (with or without you) with a drink (milk, formula, whatever - in a cup) and watches a show for a half hour or so, just to re-charge. Then have lunch about an hour later and put them down for their nap shortly thereafter."

Wow. Why didn't I think of that!? So here's how today's schedule went (so far):

8:00am - Wake up!

8:15am - Breakfast

10:30am - Rest time with 4oz of formula in a cup. Sprout laid on the couch with me under a blanket and snuggled while watching 40 minutes of 'Finding Nemo'. Awesome! I got to cuddle her without rocking her to sleep and disrupting her sleep schedule!

11:45am - Lunch (which Sprout promptly laid her head down on her tray afterwards and said 'bye bye', which translates to 'night night' when she's tired)

12:00pm - NAPTIME!!!

Like I said, it's now well after 1:00pm and she is still sleeping!! We've also just been putting her straight to bed - no cuddle, no rocking, nothing - and she has been going to sleep like a champ on her own. She whimpered a little for the first day, and now it's day 4 and she doesn't even care! She snuggles her Monster, cuddles into her blankets, and goes to sleep after about 10 minutes. It is absolutely incredible!

Part of me still feels guilty and wants to rock her to sleep and keep giving her a bottle. It's so hard to let go of that with your first baby. Especially now being pregnant, I know I'm not going to be able to snuggle her the same way for long, and that she's going to have to be the big sister about 5 months from now...I was definitely trying to hold onto the 'baby phase'. I guess what she is telling me today is that she is indeed moving into 'toddler' mode, and she is completely fine with it. Sigh. I love my Sprout. And my Seedling. It makes me so excited to have another tiny one to snuggle for another year!

Anyways, there's my advice for you to follow for how to delete the morning nap and bottle. If you're lucky like me and have an easygoing child, it might just fall into place like it seems to have for us! Now to work on the soother...

Love you so much, Sprout! You're such a big girl, Mommy is so proud of you! Keep up the good work...Santa is watching :)

xoxoxo

Mommy

Multipara.

Anyone know what the title of this blog means? I learned a whole multitude of medical terminology pertaining to pregnancy during my massage training - especially when I did further education to specialize in pre and post natal massage. Multipara means a woman who has had multiple pregnancies. Any guesses what today's blog is about?

'M' is for Miscarriages and Multiples

Oh boy. If you've been following my blog, you will have read in the first few about the miscarriage that I had before conceiving and having Sprout. It was a crazy event, and it all took place over the Christmas holidays in 2008 (Sprout was conceived in March of 2009). I won't go into too many details right now, but it was one of the most difficult things I have gone through. There are too many emotions to describe. The one that always comes back to me is how I just wanted them to do the surgery before Christmas because I didn't know how to survive for that extra week knowing I had a dead baby inside of me. It was a horrible feeling. I felt so guilty for wanting it all to be over, but my body was still so very convinced that I was pregnant that I was starting to show, and still feeling sick. Looking back, I probably felt so sick between weeks 6 and 12 because the baby had already died. I say baby, some say embryo. Either way, I know there was a beating heart in there before it died - we had an ultrasound and the baby had a slow-ish heart rate, but they said it isn't that uncommon and can pick up later on. Not the case with us. We were so incredibly blessed to become pregnant so quickly afterwards with Sprout, and that I had a fairly healthy and uneventful pregnancy.

Reflecting now, my pregnancy was really awesome up until I had pretty severe muscle tearing and separation that left me bruised internally and externally along my ribcage on both sides, and down the middle of my already-swollen abdomen. That was at around 25-26 weeks, and I had to go off on modified bedrest (which SUCKED). I ate way too much Haagen Dazs, and got reeeeeally big. Like, bigger than necessary big. Thank goodness I have a decent metabolism, because I dropped the 45-50lbs I gained during pregnancy plus another 10lbs that was still extra from the previous pregnancy that miscarried.

Why am I talking so much about pregnancy again, and not about Sprout and her crazy one-year birthday party? I'll talk about the party when we get to 'P'. Don't get thinking you're all psychic on me now and guess that 'Multiples' means I am having twins...

Multiples simply refers to the fact that WE'RE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!!!! I am so excited to announce that our little Seedling (aka Baby #2) is due June 6th, 2011!! We weren't quite expecting to conceive as quickly as we did this time - after all, the pregnancy before Sprout took a year to conceive, and then it was the FIRST try with Sprout, so we figured it would average out around 4-6 months to conceive this time. We couldn't be that lucky again, right? Wrong!!!! So Sprout and Seedling will be 18.5 months apart, which in my mind will be awesome. I am so looking forward to having a second baby in the summertime! Sprout can still have pool parties, we can go for walks with the pooch, and have fun friend play dates outside. That, and I won't have to bundle up a newborn and a toddler to go out in -30 weather for 6 months.

Don't think I'm a total moron - I know it is going to be a challenge, but I am absolutely up for it. I can't imagine anything better than Sprout having a sibling so close in age. I hope that they grow up to be friends, and not the opposite. Part of me is secretly hoping that I am having another girl, just so she could have a really close sister. On the other hand, I don't know if I would feel like I was done having kids if I had another girl...I don't think I would feel like my family was quite complete without a little boy. Ahhh. Either way, I am so happy to be pregnant again.

Has it been easy? NO!!!! What happened to the pregnancy where I just stuffed my face for 9 months and only spewed once!? I have been vomiting at least twice daily up until the last few weeks, and I have been taking Diclectin, wearing Sea Bands, etc. They all help, just not enough that they completely prevent me from throwing up morning, noon, and night. That's the other thing - it's been ALL DAY sickness, and all night too. It's hard enough to get enough rest without waking up feeling nauseated at 2:30 in the morning when I have to get up to pee. Anyways, enough complaining.

We've been for 2 ultrasounds already (just precautionary due to previous complications, etc.), and I have been on a strict regimen of Prometrium (progesterone), Baby Aspirin (until 34 weeks), and my wonder-drug-Diclectin. Everything looks fantastic so far, and Seedling is super active already! I have a doppler at home and have been checking the heartbeat daily, and it has been exactly what Sprout's was at this stage: between 165-175. Usually it sits at 167/168. It makes me wonder how different two pregnancies could be with two girls, or if the differences this time really do indicate that I am, indeed, having a boy. Ultrasound on Jan 10th, and then we'll see (but we're NOT sharing!). All I will say is the names are chosen, and if I have my way, I WILL be sharing them with friends and family, because I know WAY too many people who are due in May and June 2011, and I don't want anyone poaching my names! My husband is far too picky - I don't know what I would do if our names got 'stolen' just before we had Seedling. Ha. Maybe Seedling would just have to stick!

I'll keep you all updated on how things are going, and any twists and turns this rollercoaster takes over the next 5 1/2 months! Look out, Sprout!! You're going to have to take on the role of BIG SISTER soon! I know you'll be ready for it, and that you will give your new sibling more love than even we can imagine right now. You already give Mommy's baby hugs and kisses, and point Seedling out when I ask you where Mommy's baby is - that is, after you point to yourself and sign 'baby'. You will always be Mommy's first baby girl, and I will love you forever, and never any less once Seedling arrives. My love for all of our family will just keep growing and growing as you grow and grow too. Sleep tight, my little Sprout.

You too, Seedling.

xoxo

Mommy