Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
learnin'
Month 1 of Bleisenblog saw my attendance at a couple of childbirth education classes that you may recall as mind numbing, which is what I recall also. This time we are wise veterans and skipped the refresher course. Plus in the interim I did my OB rotation at the hospital where I will be having this baby (we switched hospitals and OB groups due to: trauma), which included working with many of the doctors in the practice that we're in now. I essentially could not be more informed about the logistics/procedures/deeper spiritual meaning of having a baby at this hospital. Aaron and Dylan, however, have not been there, and Dylan doesn't really know how the whole thing is going to go down. Hence we got suckered into the Big Sibling Course with Hospital Tour.
I have been to Dylan's preschool class. There could not be a more enthusiastic participant in class activities. Other children may be slumped over bored or sort of irritated or wandering off, but Dylan is right there in the middle giggling and wildly doing whatever hand motions they are supposed to be doing to go along with the song or the book or whatever. Get her in any other setting, however (see, briefly, soccer and swimming) and she withdraws to such an extent that I hardly even recognize her. Especially if the instructor is not the best with kids (recall the sensing of the weakness), she will not have any of it, and no amount of encouragement OR totally ignoring the behavior OR a happy medium changes how she reacts.
Back to this morning. When we named our girl baby Dylan we expected a certain amount of having to explain that she was a girl. I did not expect having people put up a fight, especially when standing next to a three-year-old obviously female child. So. It didn't start well. Another clue should have been the dire warning to sign up for this class six months in advance because it fills up quick (seriously, I was not even out of the first trimester) and then having exactly two other children there.
There was a lot of coloring involved, and Dylan soon set to work on the Big Sister With Baby picture. We thought it was cool that she started out carefully coloring the Sister's eyes blue (although hers are aaron-hazel) because it seemed like a thoughtful detail. She then moved on to carefully coloring the baby's eyes red, which, alarming, no? What does she know that we don't?
The first lesson was about breathing, with a good ten minutes devoted to teaching the small children how to coach their mothers in breathing exercises (something about smelling the roses and blowing out the candles). We all, not just Dylan, spent a good part of this time blinking in confusion. One, in our house we just use the phrase "take deep breaths," (mostly in the context of "get some kind of grip on yourself") which the child seems to understand. Two, no one ever explained exactly why Mommy needs the Breathing. Three, if I am to the point of requiring roses, candles, etc. to deal with myself I would prefer that Dylan not be under my care. And, honestly, I don't really want a labor coach that is more likely to burst into tears than I am (Aaron? Listening?).
I won't go on with the details as no need to numb all your minds as well, but by the end I was starting to adopt Dylan's stony silence myself. Note to hypothetical future children: no one in your family will be attending any kind of class in any capacity associated with your birth. There, it turns out we can be taught.
I have been to Dylan's preschool class. There could not be a more enthusiastic participant in class activities. Other children may be slumped over bored or sort of irritated or wandering off, but Dylan is right there in the middle giggling and wildly doing whatever hand motions they are supposed to be doing to go along with the song or the book or whatever. Get her in any other setting, however (see, briefly, soccer and swimming) and she withdraws to such an extent that I hardly even recognize her. Especially if the instructor is not the best with kids (recall the sensing of the weakness), she will not have any of it, and no amount of encouragement OR totally ignoring the behavior OR a happy medium changes how she reacts.
Back to this morning. When we named our girl baby Dylan we expected a certain amount of having to explain that she was a girl. I did not expect having people put up a fight, especially when standing next to a three-year-old obviously female child. So. It didn't start well. Another clue should have been the dire warning to sign up for this class six months in advance because it fills up quick (seriously, I was not even out of the first trimester) and then having exactly two other children there.
There was a lot of coloring involved, and Dylan soon set to work on the Big Sister With Baby picture. We thought it was cool that she started out carefully coloring the Sister's eyes blue (although hers are aaron-hazel) because it seemed like a thoughtful detail. She then moved on to carefully coloring the baby's eyes red, which, alarming, no? What does she know that we don't?
The first lesson was about breathing, with a good ten minutes devoted to teaching the small children how to coach their mothers in breathing exercises (something about smelling the roses and blowing out the candles). We all, not just Dylan, spent a good part of this time blinking in confusion. One, in our house we just use the phrase "take deep breaths," (mostly in the context of "get some kind of grip on yourself") which the child seems to understand. Two, no one ever explained exactly why Mommy needs the Breathing. Three, if I am to the point of requiring roses, candles, etc. to deal with myself I would prefer that Dylan not be under my care. And, honestly, I don't really want a labor coach that is more likely to burst into tears than I am (Aaron? Listening?).
I won't go on with the details as no need to numb all your minds as well, but by the end I was starting to adopt Dylan's stony silence myself. Note to hypothetical future children: no one in your family will be attending any kind of class in any capacity associated with your birth. There, it turns out we can be taught.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Wikipedia says a swarm of gnats is called a ghost
Dylan: Dunkin Donuts! It's my favorite!
Kate: Because of the two D's?
D: Yes! And because of the donuts!
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I know I haven't been tuned into pop culture for the past year (or...ever), but what's with all the vampires? They're EVERYWHERE. Do they represent an actual threat to my person? Is vampire bite prevention any different if you're pregnant?
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My attention span currently rivals that of a gnat. Hence the brief post snippets. And the brief snippets of everything else. Luckily I am trying to work one like eight different things right now, so flitting around from thing to thing at least feels a little productive.
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We need us a baby pool around here, don't we? The betting kind, not the wading kind.
Kate: Because of the two D's?
D: Yes! And because of the donuts!
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I know I haven't been tuned into pop culture for the past year (or...ever), but what's with all the vampires? They're EVERYWHERE. Do they represent an actual threat to my person? Is vampire bite prevention any different if you're pregnant?
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My attention span currently rivals that of a gnat. Hence the brief post snippets. And the brief snippets of everything else. Luckily I am trying to work one like eight different things right now, so flitting around from thing to thing at least feels a little productive.
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We need us a baby pool around here, don't we? The betting kind, not the wading kind.
Monday, October 05, 2009
They sense weakness
Aaron went away for the weekend, which prompted Dylan and Snuffy to tag team me for the next 12 hours. Snuffy took the evening shift, in which he growled at me for three solid hours despite no identifiable physical need. I think, in retrospect, that he was trying to get me to sit on the couch where Aaron usually sits so he could curl up in a ball at my feet.
Dylan took a turn overnight, diligently staying awake from midnight to 4am. I took a nap in the middle there, but eventually she couldn't stand for that any longer. I think she was also a little stressed out that Aaron was gone, plus I had rearranged her room that afternoon, which presumably rendered it infinitely scarier. Luckily I could at least call Aaron for support since his plane landed at midnight (I'll let him explain that one, should he so choose).
I automatically get a cold when I don't get enough sleep, so now I'm sick. They must be thrilled they're getting a third compadre soon to assist (and probably lead) their efforts.
Dylan took a turn overnight, diligently staying awake from midnight to 4am. I took a nap in the middle there, but eventually she couldn't stand for that any longer. I think she was also a little stressed out that Aaron was gone, plus I had rearranged her room that afternoon, which presumably rendered it infinitely scarier. Luckily I could at least call Aaron for support since his plane landed at midnight (I'll let him explain that one, should he so choose).
I automatically get a cold when I don't get enough sleep, so now I'm sick. They must be thrilled they're getting a third compadre soon to assist (and probably lead) their efforts.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Some Stuff, From Lately (this post brought to you by Pregnancy Brain)
"Mommy! A deer! I'm scared because it will eat me."
"No, it's okay, deer don't eat people."
"Only goats eat people?"
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33.5 weeks. Measuring normal size. Still eliciting untold numbers of borderline rude comments from passers by, more than last time, I believe. Doing a moderately good job of following low carb diet. People seem horrified at the idea of having to do fingersticks four times a day. That is not the problem. Here is the problem: not eating carbs.
In retrospect, I feel like I may have had some insulin resistance the first time also that just developed a bit later. See: 1st baby born at 95th percentile and quite puffy.
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"[kid at daycare] was making poor choices at naptime!"
"What did he do?"
"Made poor choices."
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Activity Update
Soccer = not as fun as it could be. Dylan seems to be taking what I think of as the Aaron approach to rowdy groups of fellow-children participating in organized sports, which involves patiently waiting for the herd to pass safely by, then slowly and deliberately doing whatever was asked of her. Or grabbing the ball with her hands so it doesn't get away. Really it's just too late in the day and she's sort of done by then. I think we'll wait a couple years to do anything like this again.
Swimming = another story for another day.
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I got asked to review a paper, like a real grown up scientist. It was...bad. I said so nicely though, with suggestions on how to be less bad. That's how I talk to Aaron too, when I have suggestions about his status in the marriage, occasionally with a written report. Am thoughtful.
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The Heat is On
We stuck out a full week of really awful 40-degree rainy whether before breaking down whimpering and heating the home. We made it to October, good enough.
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"I think she needs a size 8, but these look too big."
"Oh, we use UK sizes. I don't know where you got her measured [myself, via a printout from the Internet, but I am sure I am right as she has outgrown the size 7, yet the size 9 is too big] but I will have to remeasure her feet."
[Also don't you just subtract a size? And that = UK size?]
The nice man measures Dylan's feet, which she thinks is quite cool.
"She'll need a 7."
Goes to get the ones I asked for. Has none of them, tries to convince me that really, going half a size too small is actually a wise idea for kids' shoes anyway.
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Might Dylan suggest these helpful questions to lead your discussion group?
Why deer no eat people, Mommy?
Why baby brother not coming out yet, Mommy?
Why you checking your blood, Mommy? Can I watch?
Why he make poor choices?
Why we going to soccer? Why we not going to swimming?
Why you need to go to work?
Why I need to wear pants?
Why I need new shoes?
Mommy, why you head hurt? Do you need medicine? Can I have medicine?
"No, it's okay, deer don't eat people."
"Only goats eat people?"
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33.5 weeks. Measuring normal size. Still eliciting untold numbers of borderline rude comments from passers by, more than last time, I believe. Doing a moderately good job of following low carb diet. People seem horrified at the idea of having to do fingersticks four times a day. That is not the problem. Here is the problem: not eating carbs.
In retrospect, I feel like I may have had some insulin resistance the first time also that just developed a bit later. See: 1st baby born at 95th percentile and quite puffy.
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"[kid at daycare] was making poor choices at naptime!"
"What did he do?"
"Made poor choices."
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Activity Update
Soccer = not as fun as it could be. Dylan seems to be taking what I think of as the Aaron approach to rowdy groups of fellow-children participating in organized sports, which involves patiently waiting for the herd to pass safely by, then slowly and deliberately doing whatever was asked of her. Or grabbing the ball with her hands so it doesn't get away. Really it's just too late in the day and she's sort of done by then. I think we'll wait a couple years to do anything like this again.
Swimming = another story for another day.
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I got asked to review a paper, like a real grown up scientist. It was...bad. I said so nicely though, with suggestions on how to be less bad. That's how I talk to Aaron too, when I have suggestions about his status in the marriage, occasionally with a written report. Am thoughtful.
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The Heat is On
We stuck out a full week of really awful 40-degree rainy whether before breaking down whimpering and heating the home. We made it to October, good enough.
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"I think she needs a size 8, but these look too big."
"Oh, we use UK sizes. I don't know where you got her measured [myself, via a printout from the Internet, but I am sure I am right as she has outgrown the size 7, yet the size 9 is too big] but I will have to remeasure her feet."
[Also don't you just subtract a size? And that = UK size?]
The nice man measures Dylan's feet, which she thinks is quite cool.
"She'll need a 7."
Goes to get the ones I asked for. Has none of them, tries to convince me that really, going half a size too small is actually a wise idea for kids' shoes anyway.
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Might Dylan suggest these helpful questions to lead your discussion group?
Why deer no eat people, Mommy?
Why baby brother not coming out yet, Mommy?
Why you checking your blood, Mommy? Can I watch?
Why he make poor choices?
Why we going to soccer? Why we not going to swimming?
Why you need to go to work?
Why I need to wear pants?
Why I need new shoes?
Mommy, why you head hurt? Do you need medicine? Can I have medicine?
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
addendum
I realized that that was not really fair, what I said yesterday. I can't actually park the Subaru either.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
spatial
The minivan has been a lovely addition to our lives, and we have already gotten a lot of use out of it, despite its ostensible purchase for the purpose of accommodating another child. I am still, however, not great at judging how much room its snout takes up, so parking remains an adventure. I have not actually hit anything yet, instead erring on the side of embarrassing 12-point adjustments.
Also embarrassing are the 12-point turns required to park my own self. This evening I accidentally turned on the stove burner--not just the gas, an actual flame--with my belly. In the upstairs of our house Aaron and I have to coordinate our entrances/exits from rooms so as to avoid logjams.
Dylan, on the other hand, has gotten some kind of grasp of where things are in space. They have a computer at school and she can suddenly use the mouse, leading to endless pleading to play (mind numbing) games on the Sesame Street website. They are also doing handwriting(!) practice with them. The first time she brought home a sheet full of scribbles on "a" outlines I laughed. Then the next week when she brought home one for "b" (they allow them to learn the letters even if you don't pay the extra money) I noticed she was actually starting to approximate at least a circle, if not an actual letter. Aaron thinks she will be good at D's and O's. And! Just for the sake of posting some pictures around here, I will also tell you that she can now catch a ball. Occasionally.
Also embarrassing are the 12-point turns required to park my own self. This evening I accidentally turned on the stove burner--not just the gas, an actual flame--with my belly. In the upstairs of our house Aaron and I have to coordinate our entrances/exits from rooms so as to avoid logjams.
Dylan, on the other hand, has gotten some kind of grasp of where things are in space. They have a computer at school and she can suddenly use the mouse, leading to endless pleading to play (mind numbing) games on the Sesame Street website. They are also doing handwriting(!) practice with them. The first time she brought home a sheet full of scribbles on "a" outlines I laughed. Then the next week when she brought home one for "b" (they allow them to learn the letters even if you don't pay the extra money) I noticed she was actually starting to approximate at least a circle, if not an actual letter. Aaron thinks she will be good at D's and O's. And! Just for the sake of posting some pictures around here, I will also tell you that she can now catch a ball. Occasionally.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Mish Mash
The last thing we had to do for my rotation was read The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. I had heard of it before, and I vaguely knew it was written by a guy who could only communicate by blinking his left eye, but then you read it and the whole time you're reading it's like aaaah this was written by a guy who could only communicate by blinking his left eye. It's worth reading, although I can't recommend following it up with a discussion group with 30 medical students. The discussion tends towards the...concrete.
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Dylan currently measures time in naps (where naps = naps OR overnight, try to stay with me). Any statement about something we have planned for any time in the future will be followed by the question, "After this nap?" It sorts of breaks down as a system once you get three naps out or so. It's fun to have her be able to look forward to stuff, although we have gotten wise about mentioning things that are too much fun too far ahead of time because it will only lead to impatience and ultimately PAIN FROM THE WHINING STOP ASKING BECAUSE THAT'S NOT HAPPENING FOR ANOTHER WEEK WHICH IS LIKE 15 NAPS.
Also, she snorts when you get her laughing. I highly recommend it.
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I am doing that thing where when you suddenly have more time you become paralyzed by having too many options about how to spend it. The sugar issue has at least removed cookies, the baking and eating of as a choice, but it's not really helping. Stay tuned to see if I self-destruct.
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Dylan currently measures time in naps (where naps = naps OR overnight, try to stay with me). Any statement about something we have planned for any time in the future will be followed by the question, "After this nap?" It sorts of breaks down as a system once you get three naps out or so. It's fun to have her be able to look forward to stuff, although we have gotten wise about mentioning things that are too much fun too far ahead of time because it will only lead to impatience and ultimately PAIN FROM THE WHINING STOP ASKING BECAUSE THAT'S NOT HAPPENING FOR ANOTHER WEEK WHICH IS LIKE 15 NAPS.
Also, she snorts when you get her laughing. I highly recommend it.
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I am doing that thing where when you suddenly have more time you become paralyzed by having too many options about how to spend it. The sugar issue has at least removed cookies, the baking and eating of as a choice, but it's not really helping. Stay tuned to see if I self-destruct.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
1001 Posts
Remember that time when I flunked all the pregnancy glucose lab tests? And then I didn't mention it again for a month? Mysterious, I know. The glamorous truth is that even though I didn't actually get diagnosed with gestational diabetes, no one else seemed to make that differentiation and I promptly ended up at the nutritionist. I have been testing my blood sugar four times a day ever since and trying to be good about following my diet, which has now crossed over into the ridiculous realm of low-carb vegetarian. I hadn't googled that phrase until today, but for you, readers, I have now learned that there is a book by that name and any number of websites that could help me achieve my weight-loss goals by avoiding both animal products and carbohydrates.
We went out to dinner with some friends who actually thought I had inexplicably embarked on an odd diet mid-pregnancy until they saw me checking my glucose after the meal. It was tricky at first to figure out how to eat enough calories without eating too many carbs. I now know the answer: fistfuls of cheese, cashews, and avocado. And 85% dark chocolate works for my ongoing chocolate needs. Unfortunately, Aaron now has another reason to shoo me away when I try to sneak sips of his beer.
The testing stuff is all fancy and it hardly hurts at all, plus I got to make another spreadsheet. Dylan thinks it's fun watching me. She has, helpfully, been unfailingly zealous in pointing out that I don't get to eat treats. Actually, she has been quite helpful lately as I have descended into some kind of semi-functional pregnancy brainfog. She is like a little external hard drive for me. Particularly if external hard drives had moods. Moods that were limited to "cranky" for a solid month.
Last time I was pregnant we went into the hospital with a plan to reunite me with a nice beer within moments of delivery. I didn't actually want one when the time came, but it's the thought that counts, right? This time I would like a large serving of french fries on a bed of mashed potatoes, with a side of milkshake.
We went out to dinner with some friends who actually thought I had inexplicably embarked on an odd diet mid-pregnancy until they saw me checking my glucose after the meal. It was tricky at first to figure out how to eat enough calories without eating too many carbs. I now know the answer: fistfuls of cheese, cashews, and avocado. And 85% dark chocolate works for my ongoing chocolate needs. Unfortunately, Aaron now has another reason to shoo me away when I try to sneak sips of his beer.
The testing stuff is all fancy and it hardly hurts at all, plus I got to make another spreadsheet. Dylan thinks it's fun watching me. She has, helpfully, been unfailingly zealous in pointing out that I don't get to eat treats. Actually, she has been quite helpful lately as I have descended into some kind of semi-functional pregnancy brainfog. She is like a little external hard drive for me. Particularly if external hard drives had moods. Moods that were limited to "cranky" for a solid month.
Last time I was pregnant we went into the hospital with a plan to reunite me with a nice beer within moments of delivery. I didn't actually want one when the time came, but it's the thought that counts, right? This time I would like a large serving of french fries on a bed of mashed potatoes, with a side of milkshake.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Done.
I finished the last of my makeup shifts yesterday. I'm not officially done with this school year until I finish the next week of lectures, but I've done all the clinical time. It would probably be bad form to say on the Internet that I have mentally checked out, so...yeah. I've managed to wear myself out entirely trying to finish up, and it's hard to catch up on rest between Dylan's failure to grasp the idea of sleeping in and my kidneys' enthusiastic nighttime performance. I remember this part from being pregnant with Dylan, where I basically feel pretty good but if I try to do too much I'm useless. I started ripping up the house to get ready for the baby a few months ago, and at the time it seemed a little silly to start so early, but now as I look at the projects that stalled out when I started these rotations it seems prescient.
For the next month I am studying for my next licensing exam and trying to catch up on research stuff. And finishing up getting the house ready. And possibly interacting with my child, dog, and husband, should they cross my path. Which they may or may not choose to do, depending on my mood. You know, with the hormones and all.
For the next month I am studying for my next licensing exam and trying to catch up on research stuff. And finishing up getting the house ready. And possibly interacting with my child, dog, and husband, should they cross my path. Which they may or may not choose to do, depending on my mood. You know, with the hormones and all.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Activities
We decided to get an early start this week with the overscheduling of the child, and started her in both soccer and swimming. The swimming is to force us to give her more regular exposure to water so she won't be so scared of getting in the pool (lessons thus far: 1; times entered the pool: 0; maximum number of adults simultaneously pandering to her to get her in: 3). The soccer is because her best buddy is doing it and it sounded like fun and I have six weeks where my schedule isn't so crazy, yet I am newborn-free. I had to miss the first session because of my constant presence in the psych ED this week, but Aaron was kind enough to give us these brief, yet dizzying, glimpses into soccer for three-year-olds. She was scared of the shin guards to start with, but now she is proud of them. I like how they go to her knees. Full coverage, you know.
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Speaking of Aaron, he offers this review of Transformers: "I think they could have cut it down from 2.5 hours without taking too much away from it."
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Speaking of Aaron, he offers this review of Transformers: "I think they could have cut it down from 2.5 hours without taking too much away from it."
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sorting
You know how people like to divide the world into two kinds of people? I have a new categorization. Here is a quiz for you to place yourself into this new schema.
When I cheerfully announce that I and most of my family had swine flu last week do you...
A) Express deep and heartfelt concern because oh no! You're pregnant! Are you okay?
B) Take three steps backward and suspiciously inquire as to my current temperature.
Bonus points if you ask whether I recently spent time on a farm.
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None of us was ever alarmingly ill. Instead we had a few days of fever, followed by a week of existential malaise. For some, this meant staying in bed much of the day. For others, writing melancholic poetry. For still others, it meant wrapping their pathetic self around my person all day, every day, including taking a nap curled up around the extensively-documented belly, all the while emitting a whine so grating that all the houseplants died, along with my eternal soul. I think we're better now though.
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On top of our collective malady, we were in the Hudson Valley for a wedding over the weekend (Dylan's sixth wedding by my count), plus I am compulsively trying to schedule all my makeup shifts for school in one week, possibly in one day, because I would really like to be done. I don't think we've all been this worn out or busy in a while. Aaron has nonetheless found the strength to go see the transformers movie this evening. He's a brave little soldier.
When I cheerfully announce that I and most of my family had swine flu last week do you...
A) Express deep and heartfelt concern because oh no! You're pregnant! Are you okay?
B) Take three steps backward and suspiciously inquire as to my current temperature.
Bonus points if you ask whether I recently spent time on a farm.
*****
None of us was ever alarmingly ill. Instead we had a few days of fever, followed by a week of existential malaise. For some, this meant staying in bed much of the day. For others, writing melancholic poetry. For still others, it meant wrapping their pathetic self around my person all day, every day, including taking a nap curled up around the extensively-documented belly, all the while emitting a whine so grating that all the houseplants died, along with my eternal soul. I think we're better now though.
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On top of our collective malady, we were in the Hudson Valley for a wedding over the weekend (Dylan's sixth wedding by my count), plus I am compulsively trying to schedule all my makeup shifts for school in one week, possibly in one day, because I would really like to be done. I don't think we've all been this worn out or busy in a while. Aaron has nonetheless found the strength to go see the transformers movie this evening. He's a brave little soldier.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Postscript
Well. Just as I was posting this morning Dylan shot straight up off the couch, wondered why she was wearing a sweatshirt, and commenced bouncing around the living room in a highly energetic manner. It soon occurred to me that I was still feeling just the opposite of bouncy, and that the two of us were not going to mesh well, karma-wise, if left alone in the same household all day. The day (9/9/09, or 666 upside down as we like to think of it) was therefore hastily amended from Pathetic Sick Day II to First Day of Preschool.
NB: She will only accept photographs when posing, and will only pose in this manner.
It hadn't occurred to me that she might be a little bored in the room she had been in, but when I heard all the stuff they did today I realized that she was really ready for something new, even though we have opted for the Dunce Track. And we LOVE her new teacher. They moved four of her friends up with her, so it now feels like Saved by Bell: The College Years: Preschool Style. She had a great day and came home chattering about the fire drill and her haircut (they do them there, which is awesome) and her friends and then collapsed into a pile of whine as she does after daycare every day. When I came to get her the teachers were optimistically trying to get them to do puzzles, with actual interlocking pieces and such. Good for them! I will not be the one to tell you it will never work!
One other thing I have been enjoying about daycare is that Capitalist though they clearly are, Dylan is always coming home talking about how a new Friend joined the class that day. Vaguely Communist, no?
NB: She will only accept photographs when posing, and will only pose in this manner. It hadn't occurred to me that she might be a little bored in the room she had been in, but when I heard all the stuff they did today I realized that she was really ready for something new, even though we have opted for the Dunce Track. And we LOVE her new teacher. They moved four of her friends up with her, so it now feels like Saved by Bell: The College Years: Preschool Style. She had a great day and came home chattering about the fire drill and her haircut (they do them there, which is awesome) and her friends and then collapsed into a pile of whine as she does after daycare every day. When I came to get her the teachers were optimistically trying to get them to do puzzles, with actual interlocking pieces and such. Good for them! I will not be the one to tell you it will never work!
One other thing I have been enjoying about daycare is that Capitalist though they clearly are, Dylan is always coming home talking about how a new Friend joined the class that day. Vaguely Communist, no?
A picture of...
I woke up this morning to a faint little voice whispering, "Mommy, I so cold...so cold."
She is a generally good sleeper now, but anyone familiar with Dylan's sleeping preferences will note that the very fact of her being asleep in a place that is not her bed requires either a sedative or an illness, and I cannot for the life of me remember slipping her any benedryl. Also, going back down for a nap at 8:30am is not one of her usual practices.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Contagion
This is, or was going to be, my last week of clinical rotations for this year of medical school. I got a call from my preceptor this morning that he didn't want me to come in the rest of the week even though I am feeling better because he doesn't want me "infecting" all his "patients." It turns out that he does not actually have the authority to excuse me from a full week of the rotation, so later in the day I got an e-mail that I would have to make up all the time I am missing. I would much rather just finish this week, but I can't really argue because the CDC says healthcare workers should still stay out for a week. There is just something so unsatisfying about having to now squeeze some more clinical stuff into my schedule instead of just finishing, especially since it will probably all be evening shifts after a full day of lectures.
The psychiatric emergency department, where I will do the shifts, is at least an interesting place to be. Last time I walked in to see a patient and the first words out of his mouth were, "My wife is seven months pregnant and is driving me crazy." Then the resident came in and started into talking to him about women and their hormones. I did not throw any punches, but I was only barely able to overcome the (presumably hormonal) impulse to do so.
The psychiatric emergency department, where I will do the shifts, is at least an interesting place to be. Last time I walked in to see a patient and the first words out of his mouth were, "My wife is seven months pregnant and is driving me crazy." Then the resident came in and started into talking to him about women and their hormones. I did not throw any punches, but I was only barely able to overcome the (presumably hormonal) impulse to do so.
H: 2 N: 2 Dylan: 0
Two observations from today:
- Flu makes a child cuddly
- Packages with glass carafes should be opened carefully
Monday, September 07, 2009
H: 1 N: 1 Kate: 0
Well Kate is now out of commission, so Dylan and I went to a birthday party without her. There were many fun activities and cup cakes to be had there, including painting - which allowed Dylan to get in touch with her inner-technicolored Jackson Pollock.
And this is just her palette. It will join the barf bag in the Dylan master piece section of our house.
And this is just her palette. It will join the barf bag in the Dylan master piece section of our house.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Your Anniversary Present: Belly Pics
I spent all week trying to capture the Essence of Belly, which is not easy. You are now the lucky recipients of the fruits of my labor, so to speak. For the last one, did anyone see the Project Runway with the maternity wear? And the pillows for the models to wear? I bet you thought it seemed a little unrealistic, but not so, apparently.
Friday, September 04, 2009
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Dylan's eye view
This is what I gave Dylan, belatedly, for her birthday. We tend to string these things out, if you hadn't noticed. I got a cool little Canon elph camera for my birthday so I wouldn't have to decide between lugging the big one around and not taking pictures. Dylan has been very gentle with it, so I let her run around taking pictures when the mood strikes. Then I forget and upload all the pictures and wonder why I was so enchanted with my shoes or why I couldn't seem to focus that day. Every so often one of the ones she takes comes out pretty cool, and when I put a bunch of them together it started to seem like it really captured her point of view. So this is a collage of a bunch of the ones I liked, which I printed into a poster and framed.
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