Thursday, May 31, 2007
A fun story for Hester's future therapist
For some foolish reason, Petunia and I thought it would be okay to schedule our first post-baby haircuts with Linda at 8:30pm last night.
You see where this is going.
Hester'd had a great day, although she hadn't slept much. I figured, "Fine, I'll feed her at home and put her into her car seat all drowsy. She'll fall asleep on the Pike, we'll get our haircuts, and then we'll come home." Easy as pie, right? And nothing she hasn't done before, too (minus the actual haircuts part). She's usually a pro on the Mass Pike, but not this time.
This time, she went from sleepy gritchy complaining to full-on screaming and sobbing the very minute I hit the Pike. By the time I hit the Millbury exit, she was so worked up she vomited all over herself, her car seat, her toys, and even the back seat of the car (I'm telling you, the girl's got range). Bad Mama that I am, I decided not to risk getting off at 495 or Framingham in search of a clean bathroom; I stayed on the road till the next rest stop. Which, in this instance, was still 30 miles away.
I wanted so badly to turn around, but Petunia was stranded in Boston. She needed a ride home.
Here's what's not fun: Watching your squalling infant marinate in her own puke while hurtling down the interstate at 75 MPH. (She was a little happier after she barfed, but not much.)
Thank goodness for the family bathroom at the Natick plaza, that's all I'm saying. I got Hester, her car seat, and her toys cleaned up, and she fell asleep for the rest of the ride.
However, she woke up again at Linda's house and BOY HOWDY was she unhappy to be Somewhere Other Than Home. She wanted was to go home. She also wanted to eat, but she was so worked up that she couldn't suck. The low point came around 10:15pm--Petunia and I were sitting in the parking lot of a Hess station trying to soothe our tiny daughter and to buy earplugs in their convenience store (if only). We finally decided that Hester would eventually settle down and that we needed to keep moving. Petunia had the rough job--she sat in the back seat with Hester while Hester screamed and barfed a few more times--and I went to my Happy Place and tried to drive safely.
We made it home okay, though considerably worse for wear. Hester fell asleep about halfway through the ride. She woke up chipper and cheerful at 5am this morning, playing with her feet and smiling at the world. I wish I could say the same thing about myself.
In case you're interested, our haircuts look great. Good thing, too. Mine's gotta last till Hester turns 10.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Labels: Silly stuff
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Sneaking it in just under the wire
A question for my tech-savvy friends
How do I transfer my photos from the old computer (an almost 10-y.o. PC) to the new one? The old one is so old that the external hard drive we bought isn't compatible. Thanks in advance for your help!
Wow, it's been a full week.
--Celebrating my 30th birthday, despite my cold and Hester's croup
--Receiving so many kind, generous, and thoughtful gifts from friends and family...
--...including a NEW COMPUTER!!!!!!!!!!!! Holy cow!
--Spending precious time with my parents
--Watching my parents become proud, loving grandparents
--Meeting JPP and her family for brunch on Sunday
--Taking trips to Newburyport, Boston, Portsmouth, and Kittery
--Bargain shopping for Hester
--Watching Hester get totally spoiled by her grandparents
--Watching Hester begin to teethe
--Watching Hester suck on her toes
--Driving a minivan and feeling for all the world like a soccer mom
--Receiving bouquets, plants, and even a tree from Green Thumb
--Watching Clary B. race around Green Thumb's yard with 4 other dogs
--Talking with Petunia every chance I got
What a lovely time.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The Big 3-0
It feels like a triumph in lots of ways. When I was a teenager I couldn't see myself living to age 30, and now here I am: Still kicking and lucky beyond belief.
Labels: Oh my darlin'...
Monday, May 21, 2007
Tales From a Dressing Room, or The Best Back-Handed Compliment EVER
Petunia: No, it's cute on you. You look good in skirts--you have nice legs from far away.
Labels: Petunia the Sweet
The grandparents are coming! The grandparents are coming!
Things are mostly in place for their visit, too. The wheelchair has been ordered, the minivan has been reserved, and plans are in place for some fun day trips. I had to wrangle the details out of them, though--when I asked my mom what she wanted to do while she's in town, she said, "I just want to sit in the hotel room and hold my baby!" Honestly, I hope she likes Hester as much in person as she does over the phone/computer.
Tonight I'll be cleaning like a fiend so that I can enjoy my birthday tomorrow night (when I'll turn THIRTY!); I have to organize some things and do a little deep cleaning before the 'rents show up. Other than that, I plan to use the old "the baby's only 4 months old" excuse for any lapse in housekeeping. (And by the way, the only excuse better than a baby in general is a baby in the NICU. Nothing gets people off your back faster than a baby in the NICU...you know, just FYI.)
If you want to tell me about the first time your child met your parents, I'd love to hear your story. Obviously, it's timely, but also I'm PMSy right now and all kinds of mushy. Toodles!
Hester hearts solids
If she can feed herself at 4 months, maybe she can make me a cup of coffee at 6 months. Sweet!
Labels: Hester Willa
Friday, May 18, 2007
Guess what, genius? Your kid gave it to her.
Labels: Only a virus
We've canceled all of our weekend plans, including my 30th birthday party at the sculpture museum and a walk in memory of Baby A. Instead, I think that Hester and I will be taking lots of baths and that all 3 of us will try to catch up on our sleep. I'm disappointed to miss out on the walk and the party, but I really want Hester to feel better.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
The poor kid has croup. She doesn't have the barky cough yet, but she's been eating poorly and acting strange all week. She caught it from my work kids; two of them have been miserable all week as well. Yeah, it's been fun around these parts.
Poor baby Hester!
Yay for equal marriage!
Equal marriage makes a world of difference.
Labels: Petunia the Sweet
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Our first Mother's Day
We also celebrated Ariana on Mother's Day. We spoke with her that evening and learned that she loved the package we'd sent to her--thankfully, she received it on time. We also got to say "Happy Mother's Day" to Hester's first mother for the very first time. It was a blessing beyond blessings.
Happy belated Mother's Day to all.
Friday, May 11, 2007
It's Provider Appreciation Day all over again
And now today is Child Care Provider Appreciation Day. If you know a child care provider, show her/him some love! I celebrated by putting my feet up and drinking an iced latte while the kids watched Sesame Street all morning.
In my dreams, y'all.
Actually, I hosted a birthday party for 7 children complete with balloons, child-decorated party visors, and cupcakes. Sigh. At least Hester got to attend her first-ever birthday party; she got green frosting on her eyebrow. That should count for something.
Labels: All in a day's work
Thursday, May 10, 2007
A nice morning
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The prettiest sedum in the world
I wasn't a mother back then, and it was breaking my heart to be in the middle of the long bureaucratic wait to reapply to DSS. Petunia was more patient about the wait, but she understood and honored my anguish.
Petunia's big on symbolism, so she chose this particular plant because it would bloom around the time we expected our homestudy to be approved. She thought it would give me hope to see the passing time reflected in the growth of the plant. She gave me this sedum on Mother's Day and I cried in her arms. With tears in my eyes, I planted her gift in the little garden beside our house.
Petunia is a kind and wise woman.
I loved that sedum the moment it went into the ground, and I marveled at how tall and strong it grew during the summer months. When it finally flowered last fall, I knew we were close to becoming parents. As I closed up the gardens last November and mulched them with fallen leaves, I gave the sedum lots of extra padding. Of all the beautiful plants in our gardens, the sedum was my favorite.
Winter soon arrived and, as you know, Hester herself arrived with it! Then the snows started and they didn't stop till April. In the busy-ness of those winter days, I forgot all about the sedum sleeping peacefully under its mulchy quilt. When the spring bulbs finally burst forth several weeks ago, I was shocked to see the tiny Biedermeier bouquet of sedum peeking up at me. Somehow, I'd forgotten that sedum is a perennial.
Since then, I look at Hester's sedum every day. It spread to a different part of the garden--more symbolism, see?--and it's healthier and lovelier than ever. Better still, my beloved Hester Willa is here to enjoy it with me. When she's older, I'll tell her all about her Mumzy's kind and thoughtful gift. I'll let her know that every time I see a sedum, I smile and think of how our little family grew.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
My Army brat roots are showing
"Look how big she's getting. Congratulations again, ladies! It's just wonderful!" said one neighbor. "Isn't she just beautiful? Look at those cheeks! She's such a gorgeous little baby," said another neighbor. Our friend and neighbor Green Thumb held Hester's hand as we grown-ups talked grubs, sunflowers, and lilac festivals for a half hour or so. A little later we caught up with the 11-month old little girl across the street. "Could Hester use this summer outfit?" her mother asked, proffering a 3-6 month purple daisy 2-piece romper.
Honestly folks, my heart just about exploded from all the kindness. The neighborliness. After a childhood on the go, I never thought that one day I'd live in a place where my neighbors know my name, my dog's name, and my daughter's name. Where people snowblow sidewalks for one another. Where folks leave big bouquets of spring flowers or bags of summer produce on each other's porches. Where the newspaper carrier brings the paper into our enclosed entryway, and where I chat with Tom the Postman at least a couple times a week. It's unbelievable, truly.
And then there's this:
A bright red baby swing hanging from the huge maple tree in our backyard. A tangible symbol of so many hopes and dreams fulfilled beyond my starriest imaginings.
Sweetness and light
Also, Hester went to the aquarium for the first time on Friday. She loved it there. My brother held her in the front carrier, so I got to see her eyes light up when she saw the fish. For a baby who likes lights, art, and animals, the aquarium was heaven. I thought her eyes would pop out of her head at the sea dragon tank. Also, the sweetness of Hester and Orca together still makes me want to cry.
Honestly, words can't tell what this weekend means to me. My heart is so full.
Labels: Hester Willa
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Labels: Expecting Hester Willa