Auntie's Christening

Well, it's been a long time since I've posted, but I do have a funny story to share...

So, last night I stopped to visit the Booblah family and drop off some stuff. I had a good little visit and managed to squeeze in some quality time with my little Turkey...at least it started out that way!

The little man and I are snuggling away, when without any warning...the little love turned INTO my chest and threw-up his entire bottle all down my shirt! But, because he is so talented and has had much practice with his parents, he didn't just throw-up down the front of my shirt...because the majority of it when INSIDE my shirt...into places where baby vomit is never supposed to be...into places that are difficult to clean...especially when Pa is in the room!

Ugh.

So, I walked around in baby vomit, while Ma and I got Sha settled and then we went off to find something for me to change into. Did you know that baby vomit cools quite quickly...and has the most putrid smell I've ever experienced???

Needless, to say, I didn't stay too much longer after that...as I couldn't stand the smell of myself. I was confused when I got home and Lord Uncle B didn't want to come anywhere near me either!

To my darling, sweet, adorable nephew...you stink! Despite the fact that you made me smell just as bad...without getting hardly any on yourself...I still love you bunches...but I think we're going to have to come to some kind of an understanding!

A fond farewell

We have had our ups and downs and it is finally time to say goodbye to Sir Needy my pumping machine. We haven't exactly been friends. I mean, we have been close, but our relationship has been described as turmoil at best. Yesterday, you managed to pump about 2 entire drops for an entire days work. I have grown tired of your less than stellar feedback. So goodbye, my green pumping machine. I bid you adieu. I hope that you go on to pump with other women who can actually live up to your high standards and 3 hour expectations. I wish you gallons of milk and dedication in your future.

May we NEVER meet again.

Back to the hospital you go...and I'll go back to holding up T-shirts.

I am moving on...thank god for Neosure!

All the breast,
Ma

Some things aren't funny...

until you look back. After our whirlwind day in the NICU visiting with Sha, Jer and I replayed a conversation in the truck on the way home.

A staff, who we have gotten to know over the course of our NICU journey, stopped to check on Sha's progress. She looked at me, Ma, and said "I think he has your eyes". And I say..."I think he gets that from Pa". And she says, "ummm, yeah..I guess, but they do look a lot like your eye colour". And I say, "I think his eyes are dark, but I think they are blue...and I think that he gets that from Pa".

So, we are both standing there in an akward silence, and I say "because my eyes are such a deep brown and Pa's are blue". (obviously!) And she says..."ummm...yeah, well it was nice to see you". And I'm thinking "What is up with her?", 'cause I happen to have the biggest, brownest eyes and Pa's are clearly blue and Sha's are blue too.

So, I'm talking to Pa about the weird conversation on our ride home...telling him how it was so odd. How could she think that Sha's eyes are like mine, when mine are deep brown and his are still blue?

And Pa says "but your wearing your coloured contacts...". Which are blue.

Blond moment. (ok...so it's not real either!)

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Sha visits some old friends

Well, Sha had his first developmental follow up clinic appointment today, and to no surprise, sha has gained a HUGE amount of weight. He is now up 9lbs 7.5oz. That is quite a bit more than we expected. We new he was doing well and were estimating that he was about 8.5lbs, but this was a nice surprise. They also said that we can cut back on the feeds a bit so that ma can get a bit more sleep through the night, which if nothing else, is great news in itself. Other than that, not too much to report. He got a pretty good report card from Physio with only a few new exercises to help him develop. After his appointment, Sha felt that he needed to say "hi" to his friends in the N.I.C.U and the N.P.C.U. where he was greeted with a warm welcome and everyone googling over his little lion costume. All in all, it was a nice day, although I was having bad flashbacks about driving to the hospital, but at least this time, I could come home with him again. Tomorrow we have an appointment with Dr.M for a follow up from his immunizations. More to follow!


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Ewww

I just started pumping (an activity that is very overrated....waaa!) and I'm trying to come up with some way for Sha to be near me as I pump. So I balance him on my lap, and pump. Well, tonight, an hour after his last feed, I'm just starting to pump and Sha throws up all over us. Which is ok....so stop pumping clean us both up...

But I opened the diaper to find one horrible poo...ugh. And I think about the Mom I know who would throw a party if her son would, could only...just poo. It would seem like something simple, until you know it really isn't that simple. She just emailed me a picture of her son, who looks like a sleeping angel. I can't believe how large he has grown. How much her story has changed me, how a lot of stories have changed me. I cried, just a little, because I'm thinking about her and how lucky we are...whephf. I heard motherhood would change you, I just didn't know it would this much.

Thinking about how important that first poo is...and how underrated pooing has become...the wonderful joy of poo...

(It also could be the smell killing my last remaining braincell....) :-)
Ma

A Few Well Deserved Thank Yous!

THANK YOU to:

Sha's Great Aunt Jojo who has worked tirelessly to raise $ and sew new bedding for the NICU. I know that the NICU really needs the blankets and mattress covers, because I have seen first hand how many times they get washed. Thank you from Sha and all of the "new additions" in the NICU that have been able to use your soft blankets!

And to:

The Bobier Home staff and Grandma McF who raised $180.50 through a "coffee break"! I almost jumped through the ceiling when I saw this $. I have reread your letter about 20 times and it touches my heart. It definately will JUMP START my upcoming fundraising efforts, as well as my spirit.

Sha is having a fine day. Last night he was trying to breastfeed in our room, but woke up Pa who was running on just a couple of hours sleep. Pa thinks he sounds like a "pig at the trough", with his little grunting and lip smacking...awww. Sha has also learned to turn his head to look at objects, a little bit and is totally in love with the ceiling fan in our room...guess that is why they say children play with the boxes and Daddy's play with the toys!

Love,
Ma