My appetite is absolutely through the roof lately, and then some. I keep eating whatever appeals to me but I still feel hungry. I think it is because of hormones. With Nathan eating solids now and nursing less, my body has to adjust and reset itself. I’m also really tired. I’ve been chugging down Earl Grey tea (hellooo caffeine!) like there’s no tomorrow and it seems to be keeping me afloat.
Nothing new on the jewelry front. Feeling a tad bit less devastated by it, mostly because I am trying not to think about it.
Nathan has sprouted a top tooth next to his top two teeth on his right. He now has 5 total teeth and I think the corresponding left one will sprout soon as well.
Won a lot of 5 pairs of 18-month jeans for winter. I paid about $6 for all including shipping. Got him some new balance tennis shoes as well for $10 brand new. I need to get him some church sweaters, plain white sleeveless 18-month bodysuits for under his tops, a hat/mitten set. I think that’s all…then he will be all set for his winter wardrobe. Handsome little rascal. 🙂
I had almost $6,ooo dollars of my jewelry stolen. I could absolutely care less about the monetary value of them. The part that really hurts is that most of them had sentimental value. My grandmother’s ring that my grandfather gave her for example. She didn’t have much and it was one of the nicest, most prized things she owned. Whenever I felt alone or scared, I always wore her ring. I wore it before my surgeries, at my embryo transfer, and before I gave birth. It was a huge source of comfort for me.
My mom’s jewelry was stolen. Those were her legacy for me that she collected for me to have one day. Then there is my college graduation ring that Chris, my mom, and his parents chipped in to buy for me. And my wedding day sapphire jewelry diamond and sapphire chandelier ear rings, matching necklace, and the sapphire tennis bracelet that my mom saved up to buy for me in the middle of all of her cancer treatment with medical bills.
I feel absolutely sick. I had planned on passing my jewelry down. I wanted to give my wedding day jewelry to my daughter one day, perhaps when she herself gets married.
I’ve been scouring ebay and craigslist. One disturbing trend is I’m noticing is where thieves remove the stones from the jewelry and mail in the remaining gold for cash. Then they sell the stones separately and end up getting more money for it that way.
All day Sunday I was dealing with the police. My neighbor, who also was robbed, and I went to the station and then they told us to meet them at our houses. They came and couldn’t do much except for to file a report based on the list that I made for them.
While the officer was here, he casually asked me if anyone had approached me about a lost poodle. I was shocked and told him yes, it was a small white one that they were asking about. He said that there have been a lot of robberies on our road and that one of the scams is that the men will knock on your door to see if anyone is home. If someone answers, they say they are missing a dog. If not, they break in. The two men that approached me as I was getting out of my car Saturday evening did just this.
It scared me to hear the officer say this because had I not had my “ears” on, they would’ve assumed no one is home and broken in with Nathan and I inside.
Anyhow, while we’re waiting on whatever to happen, I’m working on buying a fire-proof safe and filing everything we have of value with home insurance. I am taking pictures of each item of jewelry as well.
Saturday we had our 2nd annual Cochlear Implant Recipient Group picnic! Dr. Gina as well as another audiologist, and I all had our babies one month apart and so we set up a place for them to play. They had a ball! Everyone commented on his outfit and how handsome he is. One person said that he looks just like me, although 99% of the poll still say he favors Chris.
Jackson (8mos) kept taking toys away from Nathan. His parents said that he probably learned that in daycare. After about the 3rd time Jackson tried to take Nathan’s toy, Nathan turned his body away from him to keep him from taking it. Nathan was so outgoing and confident. He let perfect strangers hold him and he loved it! I think this is in part due to his personality, but I also think this is in part due to us practicing attachment (natural) parenting. Dr. Sears said that this attitude toward parenting is proven to lead to more advanced, confident, social babies and it certainly is the case with Nathan. I’m proud of my little guy.
Just watched a Dunstan Baby Language CD and thought it was so interesting and true. It basically says that baby’s have universal sounds and gives examples. What I learned is this:
“Owhl” crying with a big, oval mouth means they are tired.
“Heh” (breathy sounds) means he is not comfortable. (Too hot/cold/wrong position)
“Neh” crying with tongue touching the roof of the mouth means they are hungry
“Eh” (strained, almost growling sound) means they need to burp.
“Eairh” cry (usually with tongue elevated in the middle of their mouth) means they have lower gas pains.
I won a lot of NWT (new with tags) clothes for next summer on eBay! I will post pictures later…they are ADORABLE outfits! The lot included 6 Ralph Lauren polos, 3 gymboree t-shirts, Ralph lauren pants with belt, and 8 Gymboree shorts. Also got him some gap shoes and 5 other Ralph Lauren polos for the fall. This kid has a wardrobe to die for…just precious.
Also finally learned the difference between childrens sizes:
“24 mo clothing is fitted for children 18-24 months. 2T is generally for a 2 year old toddler and up. Any clothing sizes in months always gives the highest age in the age range it is fitted to, and “T” clothing is the low end of the average age the clothing is fitted to.”
Here are a few of my favorites (double click to see larger)
Well…that’s not precisely correct. There WAS a pool, mind you, but Nathan had little or nothing to do with it. He did, however, have a blast playing on the deck with his buddy, B! He also had his very first popsicle ever. My big boy had himself a grand ole time with his buddy. 🙂
In the words of a lady I can’t recalls name, with a fist on her generous hip, “Guuuurl….You have done gon’ an’ lost yo mind!”
What put me on the mind-losing bender may you ask? This strange, undeniable, completely crazy urge to have another child. Via pregnancy. Yes, I am officially crazy.
Ok…so these two topics have absolutely nothing to do with each other.
He Bonked his Head:
This morning, my poor son woke up on the wrong side of the…um…crib. My son, who never cries, got upset with me, which started the whole thing. What did I do? I made the mistake of going in his nursery to tell him good-morning (and check to see if he is up yet), but then I realized I needed to do one more thing before I picked him up. He didn’t like this. At All. So then I went ahead and picked him up, brought him with me, and sat him down so I could get his food ready. This made him even more upset. Then, to make things much more joyful, he promptly toppled over and hit his head on the floor. The straw broke the proverbial camel’s back and the world came crashing down for little Nathan.
Boy, was he upset. Since he never cries, whenever he does get upset, if it goes unchecked for more than a few seconds it escalates quickly into real tears, a reddened face, and hiccupy sobs. Nothing I did could comfort the poor soul and he didn’t want a thing to do with me. Oy.
He finally calmed down and forgot the whole incident. Now if only I can do the same and not feel so completely guilty for the inevitable. At the moment, I am trying to remind myself that 1- babies Do cry, even if mine hardly ever does; 2- babies who are learning to sit/lunge
can will topple over; 3- NO, I will not be there to catch him every single time he falls.
Thanks to my neighbor, I found a great babysitter for the summer. She is very sweet, great with Nathan, and said that I may call her anytime to come and watch him. I feel very comfortable with her and know that she will be attentive and loving toward him for me while I am out of the house.
When I was a child, I would see documentaries of the problems of our environment, animals, and humanity and my heart would break for them. I always felt out-of-place, an Atlas of sorts, as I carried the burdens of our world on my tiny shoulders while other kids went about their lives oblivious or wholly uncaring about things happening outside of their immediate surroundings. I did things that I could do to help since I was not yet able to do more: I cut coke rings to prevent animals from getting caught in them; I picked up litter and preached anti-littering habits; I donated my allowance to the Save the Whales foundation; I set up a butterfly nursery every spring to help them recover from their bird-clipped wing injuries; I diligently prayed each night for whatever world tragedies happened to be raging at the moment. In college, I was THISCLOSE to joining the Peace Corps, so I could travel to some remote orphanage or village to assist in whatever I could assist with to make that part of the world a slightly better place.
Last night, I watched a documentary called “A walk to beautiful” sponsored by the Fistula Foundation. Talk about AMAZING! This foundation, with a relatively small surgery, gives these women a ticket back to acceptance within their society and families. The documentary was so eye-opening and humbling. Basically, women in Ethiopia suffer horrible untreated childbirth injuries because of lack of OB care. There are something like 77 million women and less than 200 OB-GYNs, who practice almost exclusively in cities too far away for many remote villages. As a result, village women go through pregnancy and childbirth with out the care of a physician on hand. I also learned that, worldwide, 5% of all births require medical intervention. (Why is our cesarean section rate so high???) Anyhow, there are other factors that significantly add to the risk of childbirth. In some villages, small tiny women are more appealing. There are two reasons for this. The first reason is that small women eat less, which leaves more for the village and helps in hard times when food is scarce. The second reason is that these women, from an early age, start doing hard domestic labor work such as carrying huge mud pots filled with water which often weighs several times their own weights. As a result, the food that they Do consume gets used up and it doesn’t go toward their growth, so the women end up with stunted growth. So, to a man, a woman who is shorter means that she can work more and is therefore more attractive.
How short do you ask? Think 4’1″ which is the size of an average 8-year old. (Eight!) To make matters worse on the childbearing front, these girls are married off around 10-13 years of age and can get pregnant anytime after that. Take a woman who is the size of an eight year old, trying to give birth without the option of medical care, and you’ve got yourself one hell of a medical epidemic to deal with. Thus, The Fistula Foundation.
One story: A 4’2 young adult, “Ayuna” goes into labor. Common village wisdom states that the baby will be born in about 12 hours. No drugs, no water baths, just plain ole push-the-baby-out-in-a-dirt-floor-hut. Without air conditioning. Twelve hours passed and no baby yet, it is stuck in the birth canal. A day goes by, then another. On the tenth day of being in labor and having the baby stuck in the canal, a weak, dehydrated Ayuna is half-carried as she walks 10 hours to the nearest bus, and arrives to the city hospital 21 hours after beginning her journey after 10 days of straight labor. The doctor tears the deceased baby out of her and sends her home.
The baby’s head had been pressing her canal and urethra against the pubic bone, cutting off the tissue’s blood supply and leaving her with a fistula. She now has incontinence, is banned from her husband and forced to sleep outside the family home with nothing but a few sticks to prevent her from being attacked by hyenas at night.
I would like to step in at this point with comments: Some people may see only suffering and turn their heads away. I see the amazing strength of this woman and the many others like her and celebrate her courage. I see how blessed we are in our country and how my worst day ever doesn’t even leave a mark compared to what she has been through. I see what fortune I have for being born in this country and how thankful I am to live in such comfort.
Anyhow, she made her way to the Fistula Foundation’s hospital and they surgically repaired her fistula. With the exception of running water and the occasional donated medical equipment, the non-air-conditioned facility looks a lot like something we had in the late 18, early 1900’s. Ayuna was so happy and grateful that it just melted my heart. Thank god for people like the physicians at the Fistula Foundation.
While I am not in the position to offer much assistance in their efforts, I realized that the best thing I can do is to raise a caring child. I don’t want him to feel burdened but rather empowered and hopefully inspired to reach out and help at some point in his life to make the world a better place, and I would be so proud of him for doing so.