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Monday, 06 February 2012 14:23

Keeping in Mind the Great Blessings...

When my daughter was about 7 months old, I decided I wanted to start trying for a second baby.  Although having children less than 2 years apart would (I'm sure) be much more work than having them closer to 3 years apart, I have theorized that children who are closer in age tend to be closer friends to each other.

My daughter is currently almost 14 months old, and I am still not pregnant.  I am back on fertility drugs (I had to go on fertility medication to have Celia also), and it has been almost 5 months (it took only until the second month to become pregnant with Celia). 

I am struggling with the possibility that my body may not be able to conceive another child.  I have PCOS, so it was possible I would not be able to get pregnant the first time.  I am also coming to terms with the possibility that it is not in God's plan for me to have another child - and I am constantly praying that His Will is what determines my life, and not mine. 

I was just 24 years old when I decided to start actively trying to have a child.  Knowing it could take awhile, I wanted to know for sure if I wasn't able to have children naturally so that I could look into the process of adoption early.  I probably would have pegged myself as too young except that I expected it would take me up to 5 years, and I hoped to have most of my children before I turned 35 - whether I had them naturally or adopted them. 

I remember dreaming about having a child when I was a teenager, and although I always said I wanted more than 2 or 3 children, the only child I ever visualized was one little girl.  She had blonde, curly hair, and big eyes. 

The December before I turned 26, our little Celia was born.

Whether or not I am able to have or adopt any more children - I try to remember to thank God daily that he allowed me to have my one beautiful, big-eyed baby girl.

 

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Wednesday, 04 January 2012 08:48

Weaned!

Not that I'm overly excited about this, but my daughter is officially weaned at less than 13 months!

She had gone down to breastfeeding only twice a day - first thing in the morning, and right before bed at night - and she just lost interest.  She would dawdle, twiddle and jabber at me, but she completely stopped drinking... It works out well anyway, since this week I started piano teaching again, so my husband is now officially capable of putting her to bed without my help.

It's a sad thing, though.  So far she's my only child, and I have no guarantee that I'll have more, so it could be a closed chapter.

My baby girl is growing up!

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Thursday, 01 December 2011 21:18

Finger Painting.... failed...

Since Celia was so successful with finger painting her yogurt all over the place, I thought it would be a great idea to make finger 'paintings' for her grandparents for Christmas. And, I figured we'd try to use real paint.  So, I went out and bought some 'non toxic' kids paint, thinking that if she tried to eat it she would realize it wasn't food but it wouldn't hurt her.

Unfortunately my daughter seems to be completely indiscriminate in her tastes, and after trying some bright yellow paint once, wanted to continue eating it.  Argh! After a few tries and having her hand pulled away from her mouth and put back on the canvas, she was fussing considerably.

It may have been that she was too tired, but it may also be that she is simply too young to be finger painting with un-edible paint.

Oh well.  We'll try again next year...

 

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Wednesday, 16 November 2011 14:05

Baby Names

So I've always thought that naming babies is the easiest and most fun part of the whole 'planning for baby' process.  I've jokingly said that I would have two dozen kids just so I could name them!

Somehow my husband and I started talking about this - it had something to do with a Dr. Seuss book where a woman had a bunch of sons and named them all Dave, but she could have named them other things like Marvin O'Gravel Balloonface, and my husband said 'It would be really hard to name so many kids - maybe it would be good to name them all the same thing!'.  And I said 'No, it would be fun to name so many kids!' So he said - 'I bet you couldn't come up with 25 names that you like!' - challenge accepted.

Then he grumbled something about being kidding and that it was midnight and I should just go to sleep, but now I was on a mission... so here goes.  Since I have an easier time with girls names than boys, I decided to come up with 10 boys names and 15 girls. 

Boys.

1. Elliot Nathaniel

2. Alexander Glenn

3. Oliver Bennett

4. Simon Daniel

5. Charles Dorian

6. Caleb Aaron

7. Colin David

8. Jack William

9. Nicholas Brian

10. Noah Theodore

Girls.

1. Ava Gwendolyn

2. Sophia Scarlett

3. Rachelle Elena

4. Lauren Piper

5. Ingrid Anika

6. Miriam Hope

7. Heidi Catherine

8. Hannah Naomi

9. Norah Brielle

10. Amelia Joy

11. Clara Faith

12. Lily Marie

13. Natalie Charlotte

14. Olivia Helen

15. Gillian Grace

I had to admit at the end of this, that it was MUCH harder, having already named a child - to come up with names for potential future children.  It hadn't occurred to me before, but now that I'd named one child, there were certain 'rules' I now had to follow - such as, does the name mean something - like my daughter's does, do I consider the name a similar 'style' to my daughter's name and should I use names that are already in the family since I chose not to with my first?

Anyway, it was a fun little exercise - I enjoy doing this every once in awhile to see how things have changed.  When I was a teenager, I thought I would have four kids - two boys and two girls - and their names would have been - Alexander, Norah, Zachary and Anaya (either spelled that way or the traditional 'Anaisa').  I guess things change.

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Thursday, 20 October 2011 09:31

Stress and Confusion...

So I've already mentioned how last month was a stressful time for my husband and I, but I didn't outline another 'thing' that was keeping things complicated because I didn't know what was going on...

A few months ago, my husband and I decided that it wouldn't be the end of the world if I became pregnant with another baby.  For a number of reasons, I would like to have my babies close together, and since we had trouble getting pregnant with Celia, I thought I should allow some time to have the same struggle again. 

So about three weeks ago (right in the middle of my husband's joblessness), I started experiencing some symptoms that I thought might be indicative of pregnancy.  I took a home pregnancy test that said nothing.  I still thought there was something going on, though, so I waited another couple of days and took another test.  My husband told me I was imagining it, but I swear that a faint (ok, REALLY faint) positive showed up on that stick.  I tested every morning for the next few days until FINALLY - a pink line that my husband agreed was there! 

I realize this was jumping the gun, but I got pretty excited - I started thinking of our family as though it already had two children and thinking about what to name this new baby.  My husband was pretty excited too. 

Two days later, I took another test that was very clearly (even to me) negative.  I know that many pregnancies end in early miscarriage (what 'they' call a 'chemical pregnancy') - and that it is only because we have such sensitive tests now that we even know about these lost pregnancies.  I was still pretty devastated.  Even two days of thinking I had another baby was enough for me to be quite attached...

But still I waited, and continued to be late.  A week later, I took another test and again - I was sure I saw another faint positive!  Thoroughly confused at this point, and still no obvious signs that I WASN'T pregnant - I went online and learned about things like cancers and ectopic pregnancies that could cause low levels of HCG... ok, I'll admit - this was one time when maybe over-educating myself was not helpful.  Two days later a test was negative... again...

I eventually ended up at my OBGYN's office, and she assured me that although she didn't know why I might be getting a faint positive on a pregnancy test - except for the first one - that I was not pregnant.  So I'm back on Serophene!  Bring on the multiples!

I am still late, and my only answer for this is because of my PCOS and the fact that I am heavier than I have ever been in the past due to the excess baby weight that I still haven't lost.  PCOS (which causes weight gain, and is also made worse by weight) causes irregular periods and infertility, so I suppose I should not have been surprised.

Anyway, wish us luck! Hopefully it will be as easy this time as it was with Celia. 

We don't really want multiples though, by the way...

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Monday, 03 October 2011 21:37

Finger Painting!

I have a friend who is always doing things with her kids that look incredibly fun - and typically way younger than I would have thought of doing them.  Like when she had her 18 month old decorating cookies at Christmas time... I can't wait for that! 

Anyway, I asked her if she had any ideas for Celia at 9 months, and she suggested finger painting with dyed yogurt.  So here we are!  At first we plopped three different colours in front of her on her high chair tray, and she poked a finger into one but it took her a little while to really get into it.  After a few minutes, however, my crazy little monster started shrieking and going at it like a regular Jackson Pollock. 

We were just hanging out in the kitchen otherwise, and my poor husband got so stressed by the mess she made.  He kept commenting on how he would never have done anything like this with her - and it's a good thing he wasn't a single Dad, because she would never be able to do something like this!  It really was a mess - there was yogurt all over the floor and splattered on the wall behind her.

I promised him I would clean everything up - and I did, except for the odd splatter that I missed and found days later.  Celia was in only a diaper, so no clothing needed to be cleaned, and the high chair was completely washable - the fabric cover was washed overnight and ready the next morning.

We've done this once since (it really is quite a bit of work when house cleaning is a near-impossible task anyway), and although she still enjoyed it, we might not do it again until she understands the concept.  At 10 months old, she knew that yogurt was food and seemed to be more frustrated with how difficult it was to eat than she was interested in playing with it. 

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