I am now mommy to two little girls. The second one, being of the impatient kind, was 2 months early. She couldn't help it, her amniotic home ruptured, so she had to skedaddle.
My baby girls have been a blessing. Life is busier now. And, I can't help but think this whole process was easier the 1st time around. But, now we have a big sister to entertain in addition to the little 'un. It's like being dragged in 4 different directions at once.
The new baby sleeps most of her days away. Other than that, she eats and poops. She bellows emphatically when hungry, uncomfortable, cold, or when bath time isn't what she expects.
The elder sister has taken well to the new alien. She is very protective of her little sister. She screeches if a stranger wants to touch her; she kisses her baby sister frequently and pats her on the head. Sometimes there are bouts of discontent when big sister wants to be in a lap occupied by baby sister, but luckily the hubby and I are adept at rotating siblings.
As for myself, my life remains the same. I am still on leave, to return a little less than 2 months from now. If it were up to me, I'd stay with my babies 24/7. But, alas, we must eat, and therefore I must work.
My cycle has been out of whack; I just hope I'm not preggers again. That would be... terrifying. after the emergency c-section and the trauma that went with that process, I don't think I'm ready for another roller coaster ride. And, won't be for some time to come.
I love my babies. They are beautiful. Life is great.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Update - my little girls
My baby girl is the sweetest most loving thing in the world.
She hugs and kisses just about everyone. Even at the new creche (where she started on 1st Apr) she adapted quickly and just loves the other kids to pieces.
Last week, a little boy bit her on her cheek. The blue marks are still visible. This was the second biting incident. The only person she nibbles on, is me!
My little girl is always excited to see me or her daddy. She runs up and hugs and snuggles. She says dad-dee and Zat. Although she isn't one for talking much (too many language bubbling around her, I don't blame the little angel) she understands very well.
She understands take to daddy, da in the trashcan, da for mommy, press the button. She will go throw away trash in another room, if asked nicely, and she even knows to close the lid to the bin (which is more than i can say for her dad). She winks at you and sticks out her tongue. She loves to play peek-a-boo, hiding herself behind her little hands, or under a blanket.
She squeals with delight when mommy or daddy growls "caaaaatch the baaaayyybeeee!". And, generally runs in the direction of the other parent.
She loves bath time, but hates getting water in her eyes. On Saturday I introduced a wrung out washcloth to shield her eyes, and she accepted this with minimal screetching. Her hair goes curly when wet. It's really getting long now. The hair food works better than the de-tangling spray (glorified water, if you ask me) on her hair for combing out purposes. If she is distracted while said brushing of hair occurs, she is content to play by herself without yelping, as long as she gets to sit by her daddy.
My cutie pie has 3 pairs of shoes that currently fit her size 4 feet. She is 1 year and about 5 months. Her clothes are mostly age 4 - 5, but 24 months pants do fit her, depending on the cut. She is becoming more slender and muscular, less pudgy.
I am currently 19 weeks pregnant with her sister, Alexa Nthabiseng. I think I felt the first flurry of a kick when I was watching Carte Blanche last night. It's very faint, so I may or may not be mistaken. My maternity clothes fit well and I am feeling much better than in my 1st tri-mester when the nausea was almost more than I could bare. I do get headaches every now and then, but chase them away with Panado, the only drugs I'm allowed to take.
My hubby and I discussed discipline and the raising of our children yesterday. We don't have a fixed plan, we take it as it comes at us at this stage. We are both the nice parent and the mean parent, as things develop. I just know that I don't want to hit our babies. Both my husband and I recall getting beaten as kids and felt undeserving and resentful of such treatment. Also, it doesn't gel with me teaching violence as a measure of keeping control.
At this stage we are content to just ... be. Cutie pie is very helpful around the house. She often unpacks cupboards, wipes up surfaces she thinks requires wiping. She helped me in the garden yesterday afternoon, hacking away at weeds. She is interested in doing anything, if you let her. She is very adventurous and loves the outdoors. She doesn't like being cooped up in a house. She loves getting chased around, but sometimes she means to run faster than her legs can compute. Face, meet floor.
She also loves to type on either my husband's or my computer. She doesn't like watching tv so much. She always looks bored and more interested in other things around the house. She surprisingly (to me, anyway) does not love her toys as much as she loves to play with boxes, pens, highlighters, pans, pots, tissues, and a bunch of other everyday tools. especially eating utensils, tupperware and cups.
She loves playing with her ball and understands "skop" (kick) and "gooi" (throw), doing each action when called to do so. She thinks I'm hilarious when I kick the ball.
Cutie pie also loves music. She loves her baby piano/phone contraption we got her for xmas last year. she dances whenever she hears music on the tv or car. she claps her hands and attempts to snap her fingers. it's the cutest thing in the world.
She has a full mouth of teeth. And, her feet continue to look more and more like her dad's feet the older she gets. (poor kid!)
Cutie pie also loves her grandmothers, but are suspicious of her grandfathers. She is fearless around my mom and forgets about me when my parents are visiting/around. She goes with them and waves bye-bye to us, smile on face. She's very friendly, she waves hello and bye to EVERYbody, people passing by, people in the mall, people at the creche, people driving by. She always has a smile for everyone. And, even if her hands are occupied, she waves them, smiling all the while.
Her next set of shots are due for sometime in June. And, I always dread it, despite that she is always such a little soldier. She barely cries, but I still feel awful for her. But, rather this than her legs falling off from polio. or, worse.
Our little girl is active till the lights go out, when she snuggles up against us and goes to sleep. Some night, my hubby takes her for a drive in the car, and she falls asleep that way.
She hasn't warmed up to the people at the gym who take care of her, but that's her dad's and my fault. We don't go there nearly enough for the people not to be complete strangers to her. We plan to correct that in future. In the meantime, I hope my little angel is in a good mood this afternoon.
Our babies are perfect. Life is wonderful.
She hugs and kisses just about everyone. Even at the new creche (where she started on 1st Apr) she adapted quickly and just loves the other kids to pieces.
Last week, a little boy bit her on her cheek. The blue marks are still visible. This was the second biting incident. The only person she nibbles on, is me!
My little girl is always excited to see me or her daddy. She runs up and hugs and snuggles. She says dad-dee and Zat. Although she isn't one for talking much (too many language bubbling around her, I don't blame the little angel) she understands very well.
She understands take to daddy, da in the trashcan, da for mommy, press the button. She will go throw away trash in another room, if asked nicely, and she even knows to close the lid to the bin (which is more than i can say for her dad). She winks at you and sticks out her tongue. She loves to play peek-a-boo, hiding herself behind her little hands, or under a blanket.
She squeals with delight when mommy or daddy growls "caaaaatch the baaaayyybeeee!". And, generally runs in the direction of the other parent.
She loves bath time, but hates getting water in her eyes. On Saturday I introduced a wrung out washcloth to shield her eyes, and she accepted this with minimal screetching. Her hair goes curly when wet. It's really getting long now. The hair food works better than the de-tangling spray (glorified water, if you ask me) on her hair for combing out purposes. If she is distracted while said brushing of hair occurs, she is content to play by herself without yelping, as long as she gets to sit by her daddy.
My cutie pie has 3 pairs of shoes that currently fit her size 4 feet. She is 1 year and about 5 months. Her clothes are mostly age 4 - 5, but 24 months pants do fit her, depending on the cut. She is becoming more slender and muscular, less pudgy.
I am currently 19 weeks pregnant with her sister, Alexa Nthabiseng. I think I felt the first flurry of a kick when I was watching Carte Blanche last night. It's very faint, so I may or may not be mistaken. My maternity clothes fit well and I am feeling much better than in my 1st tri-mester when the nausea was almost more than I could bare. I do get headaches every now and then, but chase them away with Panado, the only drugs I'm allowed to take.
My hubby and I discussed discipline and the raising of our children yesterday. We don't have a fixed plan, we take it as it comes at us at this stage. We are both the nice parent and the mean parent, as things develop. I just know that I don't want to hit our babies. Both my husband and I recall getting beaten as kids and felt undeserving and resentful of such treatment. Also, it doesn't gel with me teaching violence as a measure of keeping control.
At this stage we are content to just ... be. Cutie pie is very helpful around the house. She often unpacks cupboards, wipes up surfaces she thinks requires wiping. She helped me in the garden yesterday afternoon, hacking away at weeds. She is interested in doing anything, if you let her. She is very adventurous and loves the outdoors. She doesn't like being cooped up in a house. She loves getting chased around, but sometimes she means to run faster than her legs can compute. Face, meet floor.
She also loves to type on either my husband's or my computer. She doesn't like watching tv so much. She always looks bored and more interested in other things around the house. She surprisingly (to me, anyway) does not love her toys as much as she loves to play with boxes, pens, highlighters, pans, pots, tissues, and a bunch of other everyday tools. especially eating utensils, tupperware and cups.
She loves playing with her ball and understands "skop" (kick) and "gooi" (throw), doing each action when called to do so. She thinks I'm hilarious when I kick the ball.
Cutie pie also loves music. She loves her baby piano/phone contraption we got her for xmas last year. she dances whenever she hears music on the tv or car. she claps her hands and attempts to snap her fingers. it's the cutest thing in the world.
She has a full mouth of teeth. And, her feet continue to look more and more like her dad's feet the older she gets. (poor kid!)
Cutie pie also loves her grandmothers, but are suspicious of her grandfathers. She is fearless around my mom and forgets about me when my parents are visiting/around. She goes with them and waves bye-bye to us, smile on face. She's very friendly, she waves hello and bye to EVERYbody, people passing by, people in the mall, people at the creche, people driving by. She always has a smile for everyone. And, even if her hands are occupied, she waves them, smiling all the while.
Her next set of shots are due for sometime in June. And, I always dread it, despite that she is always such a little soldier. She barely cries, but I still feel awful for her. But, rather this than her legs falling off from polio. or, worse.
Our little girl is active till the lights go out, when she snuggles up against us and goes to sleep. Some night, my hubby takes her for a drive in the car, and she falls asleep that way.
She hasn't warmed up to the people at the gym who take care of her, but that's her dad's and my fault. We don't go there nearly enough for the people not to be complete strangers to her. We plan to correct that in future. In the meantime, I hope my little angel is in a good mood this afternoon.
Our babies are perfect. Life is wonderful.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Teh per soot of happyness
It’s a blackend filthy catastrophy, this academic thing I need to get handled now. It’s been years and years, I really need to get a handle on it now.
So, in précis, here is my action plan for the upcoming board exam – 70 days and counting, ladies and germs.
I have signed up for the prestigious board course; hopefully for the last time. There is a written test about 3 weeks from now. In preparation for this test, I will complete the 2009 board exam and the 2008 board course mock exam. In preparation for the classes starting 10 or so days from now, I will skim through the board course file and theory.
Then, in preparation for the actual board exam, I plan to follow the board course timetable to the letter. I will study through the night if I have to, but I will get it done.
In addition, I have joined the gym close by and have approached all the grand parentals regarding baby watching over the festive season. They have agreed, which opens up my schedule a bit, especially since the crèche closes in 3 weeks.
My cup runneth over with to-do lists and quotes, notes and other rubbish. There is much to do and less time to do it in. I think I will put off Nanowrimo till next year. Who knows, I may even have a success story to tell by then. I can only hope, pray and study.
*sigh*
So, in précis, here is my action plan for the upcoming board exam – 70 days and counting, ladies and germs.
I have signed up for the prestigious board course; hopefully for the last time. There is a written test about 3 weeks from now. In preparation for this test, I will complete the 2009 board exam and the 2008 board course mock exam. In preparation for the classes starting 10 or so days from now, I will skim through the board course file and theory.
Then, in preparation for the actual board exam, I plan to follow the board course timetable to the letter. I will study through the night if I have to, but I will get it done.
In addition, I have joined the gym close by and have approached all the grand parentals regarding baby watching over the festive season. They have agreed, which opens up my schedule a bit, especially since the crèche closes in 3 weeks.
My cup runneth over with to-do lists and quotes, notes and other rubbish. There is much to do and less time to do it in. I think I will put off Nanowrimo till next year. Who knows, I may even have a success story to tell by then. I can only hope, pray and study.
*sigh*
Monday, October 12, 2009
A pernicious pursuit
It has finally arrived!
Much has been happening of late. Time is running out for the academix. The baby is crawling zealously and has a mind of her own. She is sweet and strong willed. Basically, she wants what she wants when she wants it. And, hell hath no fury like my little girl scorned!
This is my final week on this away from home audit. It is also the source of my joy. As it turns out, absence makes the heart grow fonder, ache, beat rapidly and causes heart attacks. I can’t wait to get home this weekend. It is going to be lovely to home again, and mistress of all that I survey.
And, in other news, I have yet to pay the board for them to allow me to write their exam in January. I also have yet to pay those who present the course. I have decided that I intend to pass. Now, it’s just the small matter of mastering the content. I may require some assistance. But, all shall be revealed in time, I’m sure.
Have I mentioned that I can’t wait to get out of here?
I had a dream the other night. I had a baby girl. And, she was of a more chocolatey complexion than our current little one. In my dream, we had named her Noko. Apparently, there is no such name, I googled it. (Well, not in Sesotho anyway) Ah well.
Much has been happening of late. Time is running out for the academix. The baby is crawling zealously and has a mind of her own. She is sweet and strong willed. Basically, she wants what she wants when she wants it. And, hell hath no fury like my little girl scorned!
This is my final week on this away from home audit. It is also the source of my joy. As it turns out, absence makes the heart grow fonder, ache, beat rapidly and causes heart attacks. I can’t wait to get home this weekend. It is going to be lovely to home again, and mistress of all that I survey.
And, in other news, I have yet to pay the board for them to allow me to write their exam in January. I also have yet to pay those who present the course. I have decided that I intend to pass. Now, it’s just the small matter of mastering the content. I may require some assistance. But, all shall be revealed in time, I’m sure.
Have I mentioned that I can’t wait to get out of here?
I had a dream the other night. I had a baby girl. And, she was of a more chocolatey complexion than our current little one. In my dream, we had named her Noko. Apparently, there is no such name, I googled it. (Well, not in Sesotho anyway) Ah well.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Rhetoric rhymes
As predicted by yours truly, the weeks away from home have merged to form some gelatinous oddity of unknown origin. Labour is lame and I miss the offspring and the soul mate.
Some good and bad things have come to pass on this journey. First, the bad. I hit something in the road a couple weeks back, effectively puncturing my gas tank and costing me a boatload of cash I didn’t have in the first place to fix.
The good, I have met a few friendly faces and life is just a succession of hundreds of blessings throwing themselves at me, kamikaze style.
I am eager to reunite with my little family and attend to my household. I’m planning another meal. Hopefully my culinary skills have bettered themselves during my absence.
Another day has come to a close, and I find myself alone.
Just a few more hours and I will no longer be alone; uninspired by my own company.
Some good and bad things have come to pass on this journey. First, the bad. I hit something in the road a couple weeks back, effectively puncturing my gas tank and costing me a boatload of cash I didn’t have in the first place to fix.
The good, I have met a few friendly faces and life is just a succession of hundreds of blessings throwing themselves at me, kamikaze style.
I am eager to reunite with my little family and attend to my household. I’m planning another meal. Hopefully my culinary skills have bettered themselves during my absence.
Another day has come to a close, and I find myself alone.
Just a few more hours and I will no longer be alone; uninspired by my own company.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
salvation is free
I am away from home. Work takes me from my family and humble abode. The idea was that I was supposed to do some studying. That’s not really happening. Time is of the essence.
The job is the same as ever.
I miss my baby and my husband terribly, tremendously.
The weeks will merge eventually.
Count on it.
Outside the wind howls around the mountains.
The job is the same as ever.
I miss my baby and my husband terribly, tremendously.
The weeks will merge eventually.
Count on it.
Outside the wind howls around the mountains.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Of sugar and spice
My melee campaign in the barren wasteland of my kitchen produced yet another victory last night.
Feelings of guilt and gratitude (go figure) inspired me to plan a surprise for my over-worked hubby yesterday. I recall him asking me to bake him a chocolate cake a couple weeks back and me blatantly refusing him. (I was at home already, and baking a cake would mean going out to shop for the ingredients. I was tired, okay. Don’t judge me.)
So, into my little car I hopped after work, I went to get the spawnling, and off to the market we rode, in the crimson twilight. Purchases in hand, I set a course for the kitchen and deigned to cook a meal (oven-bake fish and chips; with a side of gem squash) and bake the envisioned cake.
The kid was comfortable enough on the floor for a while. I had bought her new shoes (pink ones) and she was intently attempting to get her teeth into them, attached to her feet as they were. Regardless, she allowed me to get the food into the oven, and start mixing the batter. All went well. Hubby was home earlier than expected, so he was able to feed the kid when she started wailing for her din-dins.
I’d forgotten to add the baking powder, but the self-raising flour mitigated that oversight. The shop had no caramel, so I substituted condensed milk and cherries for decoration.
Dinner was a success.
I plan to one day have a dining room. There will be table settings, runners, tablecloths, napkins. My hopes and dreams are simple ones. I wonder if I’ll be able to incorporate the colours of my wedding: wine red and gold. Maybe some oranges and browns to bring in those warm tones…
Tonight’s meal remains a mystery.
Feelings of guilt and gratitude (go figure) inspired me to plan a surprise for my over-worked hubby yesterday. I recall him asking me to bake him a chocolate cake a couple weeks back and me blatantly refusing him. (I was at home already, and baking a cake would mean going out to shop for the ingredients. I was tired, okay. Don’t judge me.)
So, into my little car I hopped after work, I went to get the spawnling, and off to the market we rode, in the crimson twilight. Purchases in hand, I set a course for the kitchen and deigned to cook a meal (oven-bake fish and chips; with a side of gem squash) and bake the envisioned cake.
The kid was comfortable enough on the floor for a while. I had bought her new shoes (pink ones) and she was intently attempting to get her teeth into them, attached to her feet as they were. Regardless, she allowed me to get the food into the oven, and start mixing the batter. All went well. Hubby was home earlier than expected, so he was able to feed the kid when she started wailing for her din-dins.
I’d forgotten to add the baking powder, but the self-raising flour mitigated that oversight. The shop had no caramel, so I substituted condensed milk and cherries for decoration.
Dinner was a success.
I plan to one day have a dining room. There will be table settings, runners, tablecloths, napkins. My hopes and dreams are simple ones. I wonder if I’ll be able to incorporate the colours of my wedding: wine red and gold. Maybe some oranges and browns to bring in those warm tones…
Tonight’s meal remains a mystery.
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