Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

But we know how to have a good time.

And a good laugh at our baby’s expense.

The poor kid may end up scarred by the time she leaves our clutches.

Read this and protect your baby.  I just threw out a lot of “7″ plastics.

Thanks for the link Angella!

Okay, so it was mostly Noah’s bad day, but it was not a great day for me either. There were a couple sunny spots though. This will be in mostly point form, as it was just that kind of day. I’m sorry if I bore you with my longwindedness, but it was a very very full day.  (PS. If you don’t feel like reading it, then skip down to the bottom and read the note there.)

I dropped Kaylie off at school.

I dropped Noah off at the dentist.

I dropped Liliana off at Finney’s house.

I dropped the car off with Noah at the dentist and walked to work.

I got to work at 9:00 (ish). So far so good.

I got a call from Noah (he was at work by then) at about 10:15. He said he was having chest pains.

Now let’s back track just a little bit. Noah has not been to the doctor in the whole time I’ve known him. He pretty much boycotts the doctor. He also does not get sick. Ever. Okay, just once, but it was just a bad cold and he solved that with a whole lot of NyQuil. He is also not a whiner. At all. So when he admits that something hurts, I know it’s serious. He also said that the pain went all the way through to his back and that he could not lift anything (which is kind of vital to being a grocery clerk).

I asked him if I could take him to the hospital or to the doctor or something, but he said he’d call me back in 15 minutes to let me know how he was. He had just been told by the dentist that he needs to have all four of his wisdom teeth pulled, so I was hoping it was just some sort of anxiety attack.

During that time, he went to talk to the pharmacist (he works in a grocery store with a pharmacy). She called the hospital and talked to a doctor who told her that it was most likely not heart related because of a couple symptoms that he did not have.

He called me back and allowed me to make him a doctor’s appointment. Now I know he’s really not feeling well. I made the appointment for 11:00. It was 10:52. I told him to book it to the medical centre (conveniently only about a block from where he works and across the parking lot from where I work).

We waited in the waiting room for about half an hour before Noah was called in. (Yes I went with him! I was worried about him!) He came out of the exam room and was sent to the hospital for an EKG and a chest xray. Oh goodie.

I took him to the hospital and showed him where to go (like I said, he boycotts doctors and thus had never been to that part of the hospital, only that maternity ward!) I then went to play taxi for a friend’s preschooler. I picked her up and dropped her off at preschool and then went to see how Noah was doing.

He was just finishing with some blood work and we headed over to Radiology. Luckily, it was a short wait and we were out quickly. We were also starving as it was just after 1:00 and breakfast was a long time ago. We picked up a super healthy bag of grease some McDonalds and headed to my office to scarf it down before my dentist appointment and Noah’s doctor’s appointment for his test results. There’s nothing better than McDonalds right after an EKG.

When I got back from my appointment, I called Noah to see how his went. He said that there were too many patients ahead of him so he went home and waited for the nurse to call him.

I went and picked up the preschooler and brought her home. I called Noah when I got back and he said that the nurse had just called. I picked him up and we waited for the doctor. Again. While I waited for him to come out of the exam room, so many what-ifs ran through my head. What-ifs are not fun. I will not even write them, because they’re too scary to re-think.

When Noah finally came out, he said that the doctor said that it was probably just a skeletal or muscular inflammation (phew!) and that we needed to pick up some prescription anti-inflammatory medication.

We dropped off his prescription, picked up Liliana from daycare, picked up Kaylie from her after-school playdate, picked up Noah’s prescription, and finally headed home.

The kids and I left right away to walk to Ann’s for our weekly Widow’s Dinner and gave Noah some peace and quiet.

One problem. Halfway through our dinner, Liliana produced a dirty, stinky diaper. I changed her before we left and naively thought I did not need to bring a diaper. (I hate carrying a diaper bag.) I called Noah to bring me a diaper with the promise of pizza when he arrived. I felt completely horrible for making him even move because he was in so much intense pain and by this point could hardly move his left arm.

Being the amazing, wonderful husband and father he is, he was there in a matter of minutes and I traded him pizza for a diaper.

The kids are now in bed and Noah is asleep on the couch beside me. Bliss.

Time worked out of an 8-hour work day: 1/2 an hour
Amount of gas used during crappy workless day: 3/8 tank
A healthy husband: priceless

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I’ve been following the Confessions of a CF Husband blog for a little over 3 months now, and have been reading the story of Nathan, Tricia, and little baby Gwyneth. Tricia has Cystic Fibrosis, and gave birth to tiny Gwyneth Rose at 24 weeks on January 8. Soon after giving birth to Gwyneth, Tricia was put back on the transplant list as she desperately needs new lungs. Today is Nathan’s 27th birthday. Nathan and Tricia got a call earlier today that the transplant team had a set of lungs they hoped would be a match to Tricia. The lungs were checked out and determined to be a match. Right now, right this second, Tricia is having a life-saving transplant surgery that will hopefully give her many more years with her husband and newborn baby daughter. Go and check out Nathan’s blog. He and Tricia have amazing faith in God and it is evident in every single blog post. If you feel led, pray for Tricia, that her new lungs will work as they should, and that through their story God will be glorified.

Today seems like a list day, so here goes:

1. I know what you’re thinking. That’s the cutest baby bum you ever did see. Liliana wore her baby emo jeans for the first time today. She got them for Christmas from Auntie Tali, and Noah and I have been waiting for the day when we can put them on her. She looked quite cute in my (totally unbiased) opinion.

2. Gross thing #1: Kaylie found a slurpee cup on our bookshelf today. Apparently it was shoved behind the books, probably right before a showing. (We find inventive places to put things out of view.) I asked her to dump the liquid in the bathroom sink and then throw the cup out.

She took a little longer than I thought, so I peered into the bathroom. She was drinking it. I still shudder when I think of it.

3. Gross thing #2: Liliana has had bright green snot coming out of eyes for the last couple days. When she woke up from her afternoon nap, she couldn’t even open her left eye because of all the dried-on snot-ish substance. This also makes me shudder.

4. As I was pouring running Liliana’s bath earlier this evening, she found her bar of soap on the side of the tub. She put it in her mouth (as that is where everything goes). She made a face, looked at the soap, put it in her mouth again, made another face, and then threw the soap across the bathroom.

Funniest thing I’ve seen in a while.

5. Kaylie is feeling better and went to school for the afternoon today. She looked like a bit of a crazy person this morning when she got up, but don’t worry, I cleaned her up before I sent her out the door.

The necklace Kaylie is wearing is my peace offering to her for not letting her go to the concert last night. I didn’t tell her about it until after I got home because I didn’t want to disappoint her too much. She was quite understanding, and really liked the necklace.

6. I received some nice ad revenue on Friday that covered more than my hosting fees, so I decided to use some of the remainder to buy something from Bethany Actually’s Etsy Shop.

She’s a genius with a crochet hook.

7. One last picture, just because she’s a cute little bald baby.

This morning started out bloody.

Kaylie and I were getting ready to head to school and work. I was upstairs brushing my teeth when I heard an ear piercing scream come from Kaylie. This is not a normal occurrence, and having lived with her for six and a half years, I know her “owie cry”.

I came running down the stairs and was informed that she had hit her face on the stairs while bouncing with Liliana. I looked in her mouth for blood but did not see any. Thirty seconds later I looked again and blood was gushing from her tongue. She had bitten right through it.

I cuddled on the couch with her for a few minutes, checking her tongue frequently to see if the bleeding had stopped. I gave her some drugs for the pain and we were off. She was late for school for the first time all year (I think).

Around 11:00 a.m., I got a call from Noah. The school had called and said that Kaylie did not feel well (which has never happened before). I went to investigate and Kaylie said that she did not feel well but did not want to leave school. I asked her teacher if she could stay inside at lunch hour and went back to work.

When I picked her up, she informed me that she had fallen from the loft in her classroom during lunch hour and she had lost a tooth. I don’t think the two were related though.

This evening, Liliana screamed for a good hour and a half. This is also not a regular occurance. She screams a lot, but it’s most always happy screaming. This was not. Her cheeks were bright red and she was completely inconsolable. Noah and I tried to comfort her the best we could, but quiet was hard to come by. I finally drugged her and she settled down shortly after that. She also bit a hole in one of her teething rings in the inconsolable process. That stuff isn’t toxic, is it?

Both the kids are now finally sleeping. I really hope they stay that way all night long. If I don’t hear from them until 8:00 a.m. I’ll be a happy mommy.

I’m sorry I have no pictures for you today. Between all the drama there was no time for photography. Shocking, I know. I’m hoping, for my kids’ sake, that tomorrow is not a terrible horrible no good very bad day. I also hope the tooth fairy remembers to give Kaylie money tonight. She forgot last time. Bad tooth fairy.

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We had some friends over for dinner. All was well. We were sitting there chatting as the big kids screamed in the basement.

All of a sudden, Liliana starts choking. Noah is holding her and cannot figure out why she is arching her back, but he cannot see her face. I yell at him, “SHE’S CHOKING!” She can’t breathe. I’m freaking out. I grab her away from Noah and give her to Janna, who just happens to be a nurse.

She knows what to do. Liliana suddenly starts spewing spit up out her mouth and nose and starts to cry in a very labored kind of way. I’m scared and wondering why her cry sounds so funny. I’m just glad she’s crying.

We rarely have people over. This choking happened when we not only had people over, but one of those people was a nurse. God’s timing is perfect and I am so thankful for that.

Apparently Liliana’s cry sounded so hoarse and weird because she inhaled a bit of the spit up. Janna later told us that if she had not been able to breathe, she would have passed out and her airway would have relaxed and she’d have been able to breathe. As it is, Lili’s airway was opened before she could pass out. We were told that she just needed to cough a bit to get the spit up out of her lungs.

For the next couple hours, Liliana had slime running out of every orifice on her face. I didn’t mind wiping it one bit (although she minded) because she’s okay. She’s fine. No harm done.

Except a couple really shaken up parents.

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Yesterday our computer died. Another dear friend gone. We’re hoping to revive this friend though. I drove by the place I hope to get her revived twice this morning and it was still not open. Who opens after 9:00 am?

Kaylie was an angel this morning. Literally. She is in a Kindergarten/Grade 1 split class at school, and the Grade 1s were performing the Christmas Story for the Kindergartens. Kaylie’s teacher asked me to dress her in a white dress or a white sheet. I thought it was on Wednesday. I was wrong. I opened my email when I got to work (because our computer at home is dead) and found out it was today. In five minutes. Luckily, I am able to drive from work, to home, to her school in under 5 minutes. There are good things about living in a small town.

I got there just in time, pulled her dress on over her clothes, and got to watch her little production. She was “backstage” and poked her head out and said, “Hey Mom! I’m an angel!” Thanks hon, I hadn’t figured it out yet.

I’m adding this to the list of things that I would have pictures of if my husband had let me open my Christmas present early.

My baby doesn’t need me anymore.

On Wednesday, she nursed for the last time.

For the last couple weeks, she’s been just nursing in the morning. We cut out the night time feeding a couple months ago. We were supplementing the night time feeding with formula anyway, and decided to just cut the nursing at night since she was more interested in her bottle anyway. We cut out the lunch time feeding when I went back to work, then cut out the late afternoon feeding when I got too busy after work.

I hate that we had to cut feedings. I hated that we had to cut them because they were “not convenient”. I hated that Noah was doing most of her feedings, and I was doing only about one per day. I really appreciated that Noah was so willing to take over as her primary caregiver, I just hated giving up the role. He was and is wonderful at the job, but he’s not me. He’s not the mommy.

In the last week or so, Liliana has been nursing for about 30 seconds to a minute in the morning. I didn’t think that was quite enough (not even close) but she seemed satisfied. Then on Tuesday this week, she was not at all interested. Wednesday she was interested for about 10 seconds. I decided that was it. She was finished. I would rather that she had formula than starve.

So, now my baby doesn’t need me anymore. It’s a sad day in the life of a mom.

It’s hard.

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… stop your baby from going between the rails on the side of the crib?

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