Thursday, March 29, 2007

Philip: The Stealth Pooper, The Long Range Piddler, The Son.

When I was pregnant with Philip, I really thought I would find it strange, having a boy after being used to having a girl. I thought I'd have trouble adjusting... I mean... all the extra bits! As it turns out, it was more of a shock to see how unlike Matilda he looked, I barely noticed the winkie. (What is this creature? My babies don't look like that!) There has been some winkie-related adjusting involved though, and it has to do with nappy changes.

Now, I am going to take a leap here and assume that there are some of you who have never changed a baby boy's nappy, and are interested in the process. For one thing, I don't know about you, but I was kinda nervous handling the... you know... the wobbly bits. I mean, newborn poo is really sticky; there is some scrubbing and rubbing involved in its removal; what if I hurt him? (After a couple of nappy changes, I got quite ruthless about that, and he didn't seem to mind.) And then, there's the peeing. You are mid-nappy change, you gaze down at your baby son and -hello there!- his bits have perked up and are looking back at you. Before you have time to think "Ooooh, bless, just like his daddy" he pees on you, the table, the floor, his face, and if you were really quick in getting out of the way, he might even manage to pee as far as the fridge. (Question: After my son has peed himself in the eye, is there any form of disinfection in order? Really? Even if he does it all the time?) There are two morales in this story: 1) Every time your son starts looking especially...ahem...well endowed, grab the nearest piece of fabric and slap it on. 2) Stop being annoyed at men for sprinkling the toilet seat. After being the mother of a boy, I'm impressed they grow out of getting it on the ceiling.

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Actually, the only thing Philip does more often than pee himself in the eye (appart from breastfeed. Duh. ) is poop. With Matilda, there was a lot of tummy rubbing and crying involved in producing a dirty nappy every other day or so. Philip practically has it running out of his ears. It goes beyond making a dirty nappy every time he feeds (which is constantly. Hmmmm...) Between Peter and me, in all the times we checked his nappy in the four weeks he has been with us, we found he did *not* need a change a grand total of five times. His specialty is the skidmark. Every time he burps, farts, sneezes, or indeed, moves energetically, this tiny amount of poo seems to leak out of him. Not enough to warrant a nappy change really, (although we do change him,) but enough to give him a sore bum if we don't wipe it. Also, he specializes in producing loud, impressive poop-explosions, when I least expect it. For example, after I've just started giving him a nappy change, stopped to strip him, change his clothes and clear the table because he's peed on everything (see above) and just as I'm doing up the very last popper of the clean sleepsuit that covers his fresh nappy. You know how you're supposed to allow an extra ten minutes before you have to go anywhere, for an unexpected nappy change? Well, this doesn't make any sense at all with Philip; you might need to change one nappy, or two, or three; and if you start too early, you'll just have to do it again before you leave!

Who are you calling a Poop Machine?

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Note of warning: Here's what happens if you spend your pregnancy watching The X-Files:

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If you think this is bad, you should see my birth video. I'm grateful to have it, because when it became obvious I was going to give birth in the hospital, I didn't even think to ask Natalie to bring the camera with her; it was all her initiative (how great is she?) If you see the video though, her hands were shaking, she was holding the camera sideways for a large part of it, and night-vision was on; Basically, I look green, my eyes are glowing ferally, and I'm screaming. It's like Blair Witch Project: The Birth. (One of this days, I WILL find something warm and cuddly to associate with my babies' births. Really.)

Matilda in her stripy tights:

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And wearing the amazingly cool t-shirt Gennie sent her. Thanks Gennie!

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Philip in my yummilicious Delhi Hopp Wrap; This was the first wrap I ever got (a month ago!) and I like it sooo much. I'm hooked now, I want more! I've got to have a thin one for the summer at least!

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Oops, he's awake!

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And sleeping in a Terra Indio, just as I was writting this blog:

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Saturday, March 10, 2007

Who needs a word, I've got a hundred pictures!

Everyone knows that having a baby makes you an incoherent drooling zombie who can't talk and tie her shoe-laces at the same time, so I won't even make an effort today. Here are some baby pictures; feast your eyes:

First breastfeed at the hospital:
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Natalie holding Philip right after the birth... I was somewhere in the background moaning, apparently:
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I call this one "Multitasking":
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"Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, everybody needs a bosom... Tadada... Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, everybody needs a bosom"
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Young Master Blue Eyes:
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Oooh, a hand!
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Matilda is completely taken with her "baby bwutha Philip". She hugs and kisses him, and gets excited when he waves his hands around, because we tell her he's saying hello to her. She's also found a renewed interest in my boobies, only she can't quite remember what to do with them; she'll lean in, just about touch the nipple with her teeth, and then laugh. (Can we all say "Whew!" here?)

Matilda, SuperStar:
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She also really enjoys parking all of her stuffed toys with Yaya... I think she feels sorry for poor Yaya sitting there, with nothing to hold, so the first thing she does in the morning is grab Sheep (or Doggy, or Eleph, or Eeeeaye -Ernie Little Eye to you and me) and make a beeline for Yaya. "Yaya, hold!"
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Tuesday, March 06, 2007

The Art of Perfect Timing

Or how to have a surreal weekend.

Remember, my due-date was Monday 5thof March.

Friday evening, Matilda had a temperature, but nothing major. We took a urine sample to hospital and it showed she had a urinary tract infection (again!) so we started her on antibiotics. Saturday noon, Matilda had a seizure. We went to hospital where she had ANOTHER seizure that evening, so we were admitted and she got intravenous antibiotics. I scared everyone when I announced I was due MONDAY -and I started feverently hoping Spud would hold tight for a while, until things got better.
On Sunday, Matilda was better but still feverish, and we were told we'd stay another night. I called Natalie to tell her what had happened, and that if I needed her she should pick up some things from my house and meet me in hospital. (Hypnobirthing cd and camera, basically.)
At 00:30 Monday Morning, Peter came to wake me up so I could take over Matilda-watch and he could sleep. As I was getting out of bed, my waters broke. Contractions started immediately at 4-5 mins appart. Went in and told Peter "I have bad news, my waters broke." I lied down with Matilda for a few minutes, while Peter went to call Natalie and to let the delivery suite know I'd be coming up. (They told me I needn't come up just because my water had broken, and I should wait -The Fools! The Innocent Fools!) Natalie arrived as soon as possible and we left Peter with Matilda and made our way to the delivery suite. At that point, it was around 01:30, and my contractions were feeling very strong, but I was very frightened, because I didn't know if it was because I was making progress or because I was stressed about Matilda, being in hospital, and feeling more pain because my membranes had ruptured. When we got there, the midwife examined me (after faffing around with blood pressure, temperature and generally walking out the room for several minutes at a time -she obviously didn't believe I was THAT far along.) I was 6 cm dilated, and got in the loooovely birthing pool they had filled for me. I had, maybe, 1-2 contractions on the way to the pool. Natalie called for Peter to be sent down, and I had another contraction while he was walking from Matilda's ward to delivery; this one felt a bit "pushy" and I was surprised and alarmed. Peter arrived, and I immediately felt like seriously pushing -at that point I didn't get a break at all between pushes, just very very powerful urge to push (and scream.) I saw the midwife pick up the poop-scoop to scoop up some stool from the pool and put it right down again; (obviously she thought Spud was going to fly out and hit the wall if she didn't catch him on time, and decided I'd have to swim with the poopies for a bit -teeheehee.) Spud was born (head and body) with one push at 2:45 Monday morning, on his due date.

Philip Thomas weighs 3kg 900gr (or 8lbs 9oz) has blue eyes, a little bit of blond fuzz on his head and is the spitting image of Peter's dad, we think.

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