Babies

May. 7th, 2010 12:17 pm
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I remember when I was in Jr. High, my bus got me home 15 minutes before my four brothers arrived on their bus.  It was the first time I had the house all to myself, and I loved it.

I got some by myself time last night, and I used it to go see a movie about babies, simply titled Babies.  I even got to read the newspaper before it started!  The cameramen got down low so it was shot from a baby's viewpoint.  The babies were from Mongolia, Namibia, Japan, and San Francisco.  I think I caught sight of a cloth diaper on the SF baby.  The Mongolian baby, Bayar was just left with no bottom clothes and peed anywhere.  I think he was my favorite, maybe because he was the only boy of the four, and he was just so happy exploring by himself, being tied to the bed when his mom was out, and narrowly avoiding the hooves of the cows when he was outside. 

Seeing how the four babies were raised helped me to relax about my worried that I'm not providing enough interaction with Biggie.  The Namibian baby was happy with just her Mom's boob and watching the flies crawl on the ground.  She chewed on old bones and rocks and she turned out fine.

It was over all too quickly, but then I got to come home to my own baby. Matthew said he pulled out half the tissues out of the Kleenex box, ripped them up, then looked around at the destruction he wrought and said "ooh".

Babies

May. 7th, 2010 12:17 pm
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I remember when I was in Jr. High, my bus got me home 15 minutes before my four brothers arrived on their bus.  It was the first time I had the house all to myself, and I loved it.

I got some by myself time last night, and I used it to go see a movie about babies, simply titled Babies.  I even got to read the newspaper before it started!  The cameramen got down low so it was shot from a baby's viewpoint.  The babies were from Mongolia, Namibia, Japan, and San Francisco.  I think I caught sight of a cloth diaper on the SF baby.  The Mongolian baby, Bayar was just left with no bottom clothes and peed anywhere.  I think he was my favorite, maybe because he was the only boy of the four, and he was just so happy exploring by himself, being tied to the bed when his mom was out, and narrowly avoiding the hooves of the cows when he was outside. 

Seeing how the four babies were raised helped me to relax about my worried that I'm not providing enough interaction with Biggie.  The Namibian baby was happy with just her Mom's boob and watching the flies crawl on the ground.  She chewed on old bones and rocks and she turned out fine.

It was over all too quickly, but then I got to come home to my own baby. Matthew said he pulled out half the tissues out of the Kleenex box, ripped them up, then looked around at the destruction he wrought and said "ooh".

Babies

May. 7th, 2010 12:17 pm
girafferty: (Default)
I remember when I was in Jr. High, my bus got me home 15 minutes before my four brothers arrived on their bus.  It was the first time I had the house all to myself, and I loved it.

I got some by myself time last night, and I used it to go see a movie about babies, simply titled Babies.  I even got to read the newspaper before it started!  The cameramen got down low so it was shot from a baby's viewpoint.  The babies were from Mongolia, Namibia, Japan, and San Francisco.  I think I caught sight of a cloth diaper on the SF baby.  The Mongolian baby, Bayar was just left with no bottom clothes and peed anywhere.  I think he was my favorite, maybe because he was the only boy of the four, and he was just so happy exploring by himself, being tied to the bed when his mom was out, and narrowly avoiding the hooves of the cows when he was outside. 

Seeing how the four babies were raised helped me to relax about my worried that I'm not providing enough interaction with Biggie.  The Namibian baby was happy with just her Mom's boob and watching the flies crawl on the ground.  She chewed on old bones and rocks and she turned out fine.

It was over all too quickly, but then I got to come home to my own baby. Matthew said he pulled out half the tissues out of the Kleenex box, ripped them up, then looked around at the destruction he wrought and said "ooh".

Babies

Mar. 19th, 2010 09:07 am
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Matthew played hooky yesterday and went fishing with some of his co-workers.  Greg has a bunch of inflatable kayaks.  They didn't catch anything, but they had fun.  Matthew was so excited to be going.  Afterwards I joined them for a barbecue at Greg's house.  Their neighbor was there with her 15 month old and I felt like she got a little defensive when she found out Biggie weighed more than he did.  I always feel embarrassed in that situation, although there's no reason I should.  Its not like anybody is force-feeding their child or withholding food.  I just have a chubster and she has a beautiful active toddler.

Our old housemate Chris's wife Kate had a baby on Tuesday and they named him Matthew!  And two couples in our young married couples group at church had babies this month.  It really feels like spring with all the new life.
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We tried avocado in a mesh feeder today.  He seemed to like that better.

I took the Jeopardy! (yes, the exclamation is part of the title) online test yesterday.  It kicked my butt.  15 seconds for each question, and for some I just sat there, mouth agape.  Things I knew, too, like a two word name for clavicle.  But conventional wisdom is that 35 is a passing score, so I think I passed.  We'll see if I get called for an audition.

Biggie and I have been gallivanting about recently.  Yesterday we went to Lab For Child Development at Johns Hopkins.  Biggie made his first contribution to Science.  He was part of an experiment to see if six month old babies can count in some way.  He sat on my lap while happy faces fell on a screen in front of us, with a sound for each one.  Then they put a curtain on the screen while the sounds happened, then revealed either the expected number of happy faces or a larger number than expected.  The student told me that at that age, all they can really go by is how long the baby looks at the screen, so they were seeing if he'd look longer at the unexpected number.  They told me not to point or direct his gaze in any way, and it was surprisingly difficult!  I really wanted him to do well and be a "smart" baby.  I have to watch myself so I don't become one of those parents.  I don't feel that I am too competitive in real life, (although others might dispute this), but I don't want Biggie to feel that he has to be brilliant or else be a disappointment to me.

I don't think he looked longer at the surprising number, but he did make it through the entire experiment without getting fussy.  They pay the babies in stuffed animals, but they also had little onesies (with giraffes on them!), so I picked that.  It was fun, and an easy walk from home, so I think we'll do it again when they have another study.

Then today we went to Storyville with [livejournal.com profile] 1100am and Isla.  I've only gone twice, but in my mind, we go all the time.  We had to wait half an hour to get in because there were so many people there.  Its hard to find fun things to do with the under-5 set in the winter, especially free things.  But we were the only people in the baby garden.

isla,storyville


Isla coveted Biggie's shoes-she kept grabbing for them. I wish I had gotten a picture of him kissing his reflection on the ground.  He loves his own reflection, even when there are pretty little girls around.
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We tried avocado in a mesh feeder today.  He seemed to like that better.

I took the Jeopardy! (yes, the exclamation is part of the title) online test yesterday.  It kicked my butt.  15 seconds for each question, and for some I just sat there, mouth agape.  Things I knew, too, like a two word name for clavicle.  But conventional wisdom is that 35 is a passing score, so I think I passed.  We'll see if I get called for an audition.

Biggie and I have been gallivanting about recently.  Yesterday we went to Lab For Child Development at Johns Hopkins.  Biggie made his first contribution to Science.  He was part of an experiment to see if six month old babies can count in some way.  He sat on my lap while happy faces fell on a screen in front of us, with a sound for each one.  Then they put a curtain on the screen while the sounds happened, then revealed either the expected number of happy faces or a larger number than expected.  The student told me that at that age, all they can really go by is how long the baby looks at the screen, so they were seeing if he'd look longer at the unexpected number.  They told me not to point or direct his gaze in any way, and it was surprisingly difficult!  I really wanted him to do well and be a "smart" baby.  I have to watch myself so I don't become one of those parents.  I don't feel that I am too competitive in real life, (although others might dispute this), but I don't want Biggie to feel that he has to be brilliant or else be a disappointment to me.

I don't think he looked longer at the surprising number, but he did make it through the entire experiment without getting fussy.  They pay the babies in stuffed animals, but they also had little onesies (with giraffes on them!), so I picked that.  It was fun, and an easy walk from home, so I think we'll do it again when they have another study.

Then today we went to Storyville with [livejournal.com profile] 1100am and Isla.  I've only gone twice, but in my mind, we go all the time.  We had to wait half an hour to get in because there were so many people there.  Its hard to find fun things to do with the under-5 set in the winter, especially free things.  But we were the only people in the baby garden.

isla,storyville


Isla coveted Biggie's shoes-she kept grabbing for them. I wish I had gotten a picture of him kissing his reflection on the ground.  He loves his own reflection, even when there are pretty little girls around.
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I slept for 13 hours last night.  I didn't take my nap yesterday, that's probably why.

I had a crazy dream.  It was very stressful.  I don't think my labor experience will be anything like this, which is good.

I start out in the Labor & Delivery Ward of our hospital.  I'm in the room all alone.  I yell for Matthew but its taking him a long time to get there.  He said he got lost.  Our door lost its number, which probably didn't help.

My doula arrives, and I start to settle in.  I ask a nurse to fill the Jacuzzi and she looks confused.  "I'll have to ask my manager,"  she said.  "I don't know how to do it."

I realize we haven't called my doctor yet, and somehow I've lost the number.  I ask Matthew to find it.  He says its in the newspaper, and shows me the page that lists all the doctors in Baltimore.

A bunch of high school volunteers are hanging out in my room and they're talking to each other about how stupid I am to not even know my doctor's number.  I go up to them and tell them my phone's contact list is broken, and I'd like them to get out.  "Touchy, touchy," one of them mutters as they go out.

At first I can't find her name in the paper, but then I realize its alphabetical by first name.  When I call her office, the voicemail says "The doctor will be unavailable for the next 17 hours.  She's taking some me-time to go shopping, get her hair done, enjoy the sunshine..." I hang up the phone.

"It looks like she's not coming," I tell Matthew and the doula. 

Then I notice two kids playing with toy trucks at my feet.  This family is hanging out in my bathroom.  Toy cars and action figures litter the ground around the Jacuzzi, which is now filled.  I tell the family to get out.

The Mom asks me, "When are you going to be done in here, because my kids really like playing here,"

"This is not a playground, and I'm having a baby!" I said. When they go, they leave all their toys scattered around the bathroom.

Then a Mexican film crew comes in and starts setting up their lights and cameras.  They put a big pink blanket on the floor that they want me to give birth on.  "And if you could speak Spanish the entire time, that would be really helpful,"  the director tells me.  I tell them very politely that I don't want to give birth on the floor, trying to remember my high school Spanish.  They leave, grumbling.

The nurse comes back in and tells me I'm only 1 cm dilated.  Suddenly I remember I haven't done my five things they taught me in Bradley Class to determine whether I'm in false labor or not. I haven't had a single contraction since I got to the hospital.

"Matthew, why didn't you remind me to do the five things?" I ask.

"Oops," he said.

Then I wake up, still pregnant and not in labor.



 
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I slept for 13 hours last night.  I didn't take my nap yesterday, that's probably why.

I had a crazy dream.  It was very stressful.  I don't think my labor experience will be anything like this, which is good.

I start out in the Labor & Delivery Ward of our hospital.  I'm in the room all alone.  I yell for Matthew but its taking him a long time to get there.  He said he got lost.  Our door lost its number, which probably didn't help.

My doula arrives, and I start to settle in.  I ask a nurse to fill the Jacuzzi and she looks confused.  "I'll have to ask my manager,"  she said.  "I don't know how to do it."

I realize we haven't called my doctor yet, and somehow I've lost the number.  I ask Matthew to find it.  He says its in the newspaper, and shows me the page that lists all the doctors in Baltimore.

A bunch of high school volunteers are hanging out in my room and they're talking to each other about how stupid I am to not even know my doctor's number.  I go up to them and tell them my phone's contact list is broken, and I'd like them to get out.  "Touchy, touchy," one of them mutters as they go out.

At first I can't find her name in the paper, but then I realize its alphabetical by first name.  When I call her office, the voicemail says "The doctor will be unavailable for the next 17 hours.  She's taking some me-time to go shopping, get her hair done, enjoy the sunshine..." I hang up the phone.

"It looks like she's not coming," I tell Matthew and the doula. 

Then I notice two kids playing with toy trucks at my feet.  This family is hanging out in my bathroom.  Toy cars and action figures litter the ground around the Jacuzzi, which is now filled.  I tell the family to get out.

The Mom asks me, "When are you going to be done in here, because my kids really like playing here,"

"This is not a playground, and I'm having a baby!" I said. When they go, they leave all their toys scattered around the bathroom.

Then a Mexican film crew comes in and starts setting up their lights and cameras.  They put a big pink blanket on the floor that they want me to give birth on.  "And if you could speak Spanish the entire time, that would be really helpful,"  the director tells me.  I tell them very politely that I don't want to give birth on the floor, trying to remember my high school Spanish.  They leave, grumbling.

The nurse comes back in and tells me I'm only 1 cm dilated.  Suddenly I remember I haven't done my five things they taught me in Bradley Class to determine whether I'm in false labor or not. I haven't had a single contraction since I got to the hospital.

"Matthew, why didn't you remind me to do the five things?" I ask.

"Oops," he said.

Then I wake up, still pregnant and not in labor.



 
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I slept for 13 hours last night.  I didn't take my nap yesterday, that's probably why.

I had a crazy dream.  It was very stressful.  I don't think my labor experience will be anything like this, which is good.

Read more... )

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I finally took pictures of the blankets and quilts Grandma made the baby.

Under here... )
And that's all for now. 
girafferty: (boy)
I finally took pictures of the blankets and quilts Grandma made the baby.

Under here... )
And that's all for now. 
girafferty: (boy)
I finally took pictures of the blankets and quilts Grandma made the baby.

Under here... )
And that's all for now. 

Day Care

Jul. 14th, 2008 11:09 pm
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Curious about how much day care costs in Baltimore, I did a little searching online.  One place that I found listed their prices. $1671.00/month for an infant.  But once she becomes a pre-schooler, it goes down to $999!  Seeing as I would like to have more than one child and I wouldn't even make enough to cover that at my job, I think I'm going to be staying at home. 

Matthew and I keep talking about when to have a child.  We'd like to get out of credit card debt first. But then there's saving for a house, paying off student loans, etc.  If we worry too much about the perfect time, I think it will never happen.  I'll be 27 in August and Matthew's turning 34.  If we don't start soon the chances of running into complications start to go up.  Now, my Mom had a healthy baby at 38 and her aunt had twins at 50 naturally, so I have a good family history, but I'd like to be young enough to run around with my kids. 

I can see the difference in my parents with the first five and with Emerald.  She does get the benefits of their experience and greater financial stability, but my Dad's not "Mr. Fun Guy" any more, as my elementary school friends called him.  He's got a bad back, he can't do airplanes or carry five of us up the stairs at once like he did when I was young. 

Right now I'm knee deep in children at camp, and it makes me wonder why I want some of my own sometimes.  They're so much work, but at least I get to come home and play with Matthew at the end of the day.  Its nice to be in this newlywed stage where we just have ourselves to think of right now.

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