More Grianghraif Breithlá Baby

Sea, d'éirigh liom deireadh a fháil ar na grianghraif a uaslódáil chuig an ríomhaire. Bhí sé go maith le tasc (a fhios agat, iarbhír ag cur an cárta chuimhne amach an cheamara agus a chur isteach ar an sceideal beag ar an taobh de mo ríomhaire) - Tá mé traochta anois ... ionas gur féidir leat a mhaithimidne mo mhoill, ceart?

Maith go leor, go leor leis an searbhas. Ar an cuteness ...

Baby's fíor an chéad taithí le císte a bhí priceless, ach bhí ar siúl le linn di a athair agus a deirfiúr is sine a bheith as láthair, agus mar sin bhí againn go mbeidh ceiliúradh ar an dara lá breithe ar feadh cúpla lá ina dhiaidh sin (Dúirt mé leat go raibh sí an bhanphrionsa ).

Sílim go mór le rá aici císte seacláide díreach mar a mhéad atá ar an dara huair thart!

fhan muid freisin go dtí go raibh an teaghlaigh ar fad páirt a ghlacadh maidir le bronntanais a DeeDee a oscailt. Sí go maith * * i ndáiríre ar an leagan amach druma! Ba chóir duit í a fheiceáil carraig amach mar Ainmhithe, as an Muppets.

Agus tá na bloic bog go hiontach! Is féidir le camán deartháir Rey Big orthu ar fud an tseomra gan mbaol díobhála coirp do dhuine ar bith.

Baby Buaileann Císte

Who's buille faoi thuairim a Bliain Old?!!

Is ea, cheana féin! Níl a fhios agam i gcás na bliana, chuaigh!

Is é "DeeDee" chuaigh sé isteach ar an císte rud-iomlán le roinnt mearbhaill agus fiú le greannú beag ... ach tháinig sí amach císte seacláide atá ag smaoineamh ar an rud is fearr a tharla riamh léi (a cailín i ndiaidh mo chroí féin).

"What's leis an rud seo ar mo cheann? Get sí amach! "

Ní féidir gur liking an hata páirtí!

"Fan ....'s Cad é seo?"

"Mmmmm ...."

"Hmmm ...'s fuair a bheith ann ar bhealach níos fearr ..."

Tumadóireacht i ...

Yeah, go n-oibríonn.

"Oh yeah ... NOW bhfuil tú ag caint! stuif Is é seo an uamhnach! "

Pure aoibhnis!

Ár Cailín Baby - 8 Mí

Baby "DeeDee" iompaithe ocht mí d'aois Dé hAoine seo caite! Ionadh orm i gcónaí leis an gcaoi go gasta an babhta Eitlíonn an t!

Faoin am a raibh sí seacht mí d'aois, Dee mheá in ar £ 14. (Yes, chaill sí a meáchan beag, ach níl an dochtúir i gceist) agus bhí 27 orlach déag ar fad! Ard agus tanaí. De réir marc a seacht mí, bhí lamhacan sí freisin agus í féin de shíor ag tarraingt suas le seasamh.

Foghlaim le Album!
14 Lúnasa, 2009 - 28 seachtain, 5 lá

Ós rud é go pointe sí tá tús curtha aige "bádóireachta" timpeall an troscán agus foghlamtha a wave. Tá sí ag iarraidh a fhoghlaim a bhualadh, ach nach bhfuil go leor gotten hang an de go fóill.

Buan-Up!
23 Lúnasa, 2009 - 30 seachtain

Riachtanais duine éigin i gcónaí a bheith taobh thiar de Dee nuair a sheasann sí suas, mar beidh sí
Rud ar bith a úsáid mar bhealach le dul ceart, is cuma cé chomh flimsy.

Ná: Thíos tá tú díreach grá léi breathnú ar na tiúchana?
Nuair a í dírithe ar féidir gur rud éigin, bataí sí teanga beag amach.

An mhí seo caite Dee tugtha isteach freisin cupán sippy (cé gur fearr sí SIP as buidéal uisce caighdeánach Zephyrhills), agus, in ionad na suí ar a mbonn, tá tús curtha sí suí ar buile. Is breá sí a ithe as ár plátaí (agus a bhfuil go leor ar an appetite!), agus tar éis a shonrú "Baba" (le haghaidh "buidéal", nuair a mian léi deoch uisce), agus "Alla" (le haghaidh Alex; aka "Gator", a an dara duine is fearr leat) ar a stór focal, agus beidh sí ag suí anois i highchair (seachas suíocháin go díreach leis an Bumbo).

Cad a Big Brother Great!
23 Lúnasa, 2009 - 30 seachtain
(2 lá cúthail de 7 mí)

Féadfaidh tú faoi deara go "Gator" 14) (a daingneán arís agus arís eile na grianghraif a leanbh.
Sin toisc go bhfuil sé an fearr leat; dara ach amháin maidir le Mama.
Baby ach Dee bhfuil dúil mhór a deartháir is sine!
Toisc go bhfuil's Dee daidí dhúchais go annamh, is dóigh liom go bhfuil a shíleann sí Gator Daidí.

Díreach go háirithe, mar a bhí riamh, fuath Dee fós stroller agus an t-iompróir tosaigh, ach ní leor é a shíleann sí cinnte céard faoi na backpack go fóill. Ar a laghad ní fuath sí é. Atá á dhéanamh, áfach, tá sí fós bealach roghnaithe iompair.

An Chéad Turas go dtí an Zú
4 Meán Fómhair, 2009 - 31 seachtaine, 5 lá

Gcodladh ins an deartháir mór's airm.

Gach Grianghraif Thíos:
An Chéad Turas's Baby chuig an Uisceadán Florida
25 Meán Fómhair, 2009 - 34 seachtain, 5 lá
8 mí d'aois!

Thuas: A annamh lámhaigh an-de Baby Dee sa detested stroller go mór agus iarbhír miongháire!
Ní raibh sé seo caite le haghaidh an-fhada, ach RAIBH sé tarlú!

Thíos: Ceann de na rudaí is fearr leat's Dee a dhéanamh - gruaig a tharraingt!

"Stop blogging agus cuddle liom, Mamaí. Tá mé den sórt sin tinneas cinn orm! "

Ár Cailín Baby - 6.5 Míonna

Eile 6 seachtaine tar éis atá imithe ó phost mé le dáta faoi "DeeDee" (Tá a fhios agam, tsk tsk). Léigh tuilleadh agus feicfidh tú cén fáth annamh tá mé an t-am chun post níos mó ...

Tá sí anois 6 mhí go leith, agus daoine aosta; is beag rud le gnóthach ollmhór agus súile donn roinnt tromchúiseach beidh dearcadh a.

"DeeDee" ag baint suilt as a chéad de Iúil páirtí 4
3 Iúil, 2009 - 22 sheachtain, 5 Days

Tá a fhios agat, tá sé cineál aisteach conas a bhí mé foras sin le leanaí atá níos sine, agus fós mé cead ag na óige ina dhá sort "riail an" roost. DeeDee ach go háirithe sooo millte ... agus, murab ionann agus leis an olders, ach ní féidir liom seasamh a chloisteáil di gol. particular child little princess. buille faoi thuairim mé Tá mé ag casadh isteach softy nó rud éigin i mo aibíocht aois, ach tá an ceann millte thoradh an-leanbh go háirithe, lofa banphrionsa beag.

"DeeDee sona," Níl Mama Má sásta "aon duine. Agus DeeDee cinnte "nach bhfuil sásta" ... sa stroller, sa carseat, ar an urlár, ar duine lap, in aon duine airm eile seachas mianach (ach amháin mura féidir léi nó mé a fheiceáil chloisteáil)! screams sí ... screams agus ... agus screams in aon chás eile. sí ag iarraidh a bheith ina seilbh acu, seasamh suas agus siúl, an t-am ar fad. Má tá duine ar bith eile aici ná mise, sroicheann sí dom agus whines, "Mamamamama Mamamama." Yep, an chéad fhocal a Mama (cuir isteach an Grin bródúil), agus is breá liom go breá le Mama sí an oiread sin, ach tá sí tuirsiúil. Ní féidir liom sos!

Crochta amach lena duine is fearr leat ar MOSI
5 Iúil, 2009 - 23 seachtaine

Cad é nach Ba mhaith liom a thabhairt chun a bheith in ann í a chur i stroller agus dul ar siúlóid bheag deas (réaltacht: chomh simplí agus mé ag stroller, láithreach áirsí sí ar ais agus tosaíonn fussing), nó í a chur ar an urlár le roinnt bréagáin agus a bheith in ann a reáchtáil chun an seomra folctha (gan luck den sórt sin). Agus má bhain sí ach pacifier! (Oh yeah, go dom. Tá mé í pacifier.) Ní gá a rá, ní mór dúinn a fháil amach - gan "ciúin" áiteanna ar aon nós. Déanaimid é go dtí an linn comharsanachta go minic, a loves sí fós, agus más rud é, tar éis sí bonn an uisce, I bribe minic na páistí níos sine a ghlacadh anois di chun píosa ngabháltas sin is féidir liom roinnt domh a fháil ó am go ham. Má bhíonn ar siúl againn dul amach in áit ar bith, tá sé ar eolas go díreach roimh an am go 1) Beidh duine éigin a dhéanamh ar an leanbh ag gach tráth, agus 2) más rud é go bhfuil "an rud nach bhfuil" an Mama, ansin níos fearr a lig siad nach bhfuil an leanbh a fheiceáil go hiarbhír nó go Mama chloisteáil. Tá go leor againn a ithe béile bialann agus é ina sheasamh nach (gáire).

Fan Club's DeeDee - A Siúracha!
21 Iúil, 2009 - 25 seachtaine, 2 Days

Ag baint taitnimh as an Beach!
24 Iúil, 2009 - 25 seachtaine, 5 Days
(Cúthail lá amháin de 6 mhí)

Sa chás go bhfuil tú ag wondering (le gach ceann de mo gearán), yes, is aoibheann liom fós DeeDee. Tá sí éilithí agus is bhac agus tuirsiúil, ach tá mé fíor-dÚsachtach lei. Just a dhéanamh dom bhfabhar agus suaimhneas dom go mbeidh rudaí níos fearr a fháil .... Deireadh thiar.

Uisceadán Mara an Mhóta (le Dinky)
24 Iúil, 2009 - 25 seachtaine, 5 Days
"DeeDee is" os cionn 2 troigh ar airde agus meáchan díreach £ 15.
An-tanaí, ach chomh hard go gcaitheann sí 9 agus 12 mí éadaí

Dee Tá athrú oiread sin de shé seachtaine seo caite. Faoin am a bhuail sí an 6 marc mhí, ag rá go raibh sí "Mama", scooting timpeall i ngach áit, agus go han-tapa!, Ag tarraingt uirthi féin isteach i suíomh suí, agus ag dul suas ar lámha agus ghlúine in áit lamhacan agus luascadh anonn 's anall. Sa le cúpla seachtain anuas, tá sí ag cur tús le cúpla lamhacan "céimeanna" ag an am, ag tarraingt suas í féin agus a sleeper AMACH comhoibriú agus isteach i mo leaba!

Thuas agus thíos: "DeeDee" dreapadh amach a co-sleeper
Ní sí ceaptha a bheith in ann é seo a dhéanamh cheana féin!
5 Lúnasa, 2009 - 27 Weeks, 3 Days

Ceapann sí an exersaucer (go dtugadh sí an oiread sin grá) is passe. Faigheann sí olc i ndáiríre má chuir muid í ann. Tá sí ina codladh outgrown ciseán Moses, agus cnàmhach ar gach rud! Ó, agus a cuid bia is fearr leat nua seo, tá an tríú ceann tá sí intriailte é, bpiorraí.

Agus an chloch mhíle is mó go dtí tar éis tarlú sa lá atá inniu - tharraing sí féin suas san áit ina seasamh i gcoinne an tolg! Bhí sí ina seasamh! Conas is féidir mo leanbh a bheith ag fás aníos chomh gasta sin?!

's Breathnaíonn sí beagán iontais i grianghraf seo,
ach is dóigh liom go bhfuil sí chun néal a súile donn is!
6 Lúnasa, 2009 - 27 Weeks, 4 Days

Ár Cailín Baby - 5 Mí

Cosúil le gaineamh tríd an hourglass, is iad sin an lá dár saol ...

Níl, Níl mé lucht leanúna na sobaldrámaí, ach ní bhfaighidh mé féin na focail sin a thuiscint níos mó agus níos déanaí, mar leanbh "Dee Dee Leanann" chun fás suas chomh tapa, agus le mo leanbh is sine tapa agus cur chuige a breithlá, 18.

Tá sé tugtha ar 6 seachtaine ó iomlán déanta agam ar cheann de mo gnách "Ár Baby Girl" nuashonruithe. 6 seachtaine! Agus buachaill, an dóigh ar athraigh sí sna 6 seachtaine!

Is é seo a tharlaíonn nuair a chéile agat 3 bliana d'aois, le pacáiste greamáin, agus a deirfiúr leanbh
15 Meitheamh, 2009 - 20 seachtain, 1 Day

Cé a shíleann sí fós Is mise an duine coolest ar fud an domhain a scíth a ligint leis (mar gheall ar aon chuid beag ar mo chumas cíche a thabhairt ar aird), is DeeDee ag éirí i bhfad níos mó le duine "duine". Daoine a leiriú. staidéir sí aghaidheanna nua le déine domhain, roimh bhriseadh go tobann, amach i gceann de na h "uile-aghaidh smiles".

Tá sí freisin uisce-leanbh ...

"DeeDee tá le" Thaitin an t-uisce i gcónaí. Rugadh í a bhí san uisce. De bharr a cuid ama is fearr den lá bathtime i gcónaí, le Mama sa bathtub mór. (A úsáidtear chun agóid sí an bathtub leanbh, ach thar an cúpla seachtain anuas, tá teacht ar fiú glacadh leis sin.) Ach anois loves sí an t-uisce.

Thuas: Baby "DeeDee" le Audrey mór deirfiúr (17)
5 Meitheamh, 2009 - 18 seachtaine, 5 Days

Thíos: le deartháir mór "Gator" (14)
25 Meitheamh, 2009 - 5 mhí (21 Weeks, Days 4)

"Cad é atá i gceist agat 'tá sé in am a fháil amach an chomhthiomsaithe'?"
25 Meitheamh, 2009 - 5 mhí (21 Weeks, 4 Days)

Caithimid an oiread ama agus is féidir iarracht a dhéanamh buille teas an tsamhraidh Florida's searbh in ár linne chomharsanacht - agus DeeDee tá teacht air de shíor. Chomh luath agus feiceann sí an linn snámha, thosaíonn sí a cosa beag i scleondar agus súil. Is breá sí a bheidh le déanamh ar an uisce, agus a bheith go héadrom scinneadh suas agus síos ... agus chun splashes a dhéanamh. más rud é i ndáiríre giggles sí ar cheann de na dúinn bounces í suas agus síos, isteach agus amach as an uisce, agus ceann eile againn scátháin os comhair an gníomh seo uirthi. Big giggles.

Baby ag Súgradh

Cé "DeeDee dtairbhíonn" i gcónaí ar an réalta solas-suas a Gymini, tá sí, don chuid is mó, ar shlí eile ar suim leo an bréagán caillte. Tá sí a thuilleadh ábhar a luí go díreach ar a droim agus ialtóg ag an bréagáin ar fionraí. Is fearr leis sí a bheith ar an dul. flips sí anonn, agus rollaí thart, agus creeps; ag iarraidh in aisce do phóirseáil. (Diaper athruithe tagtha chun a bheith dúshlánach sin).

Rolling
11 Meitheamh, 2009 - 19 Weeks, 4 Days

Agus leanann teething - lena dhá chéad fiacla fós i gcré na cille díreach faoi bhun an gumline, línte beaga bána ag taispeáint trí; chuimil sí agus is cúis le cuid míchompord mór. seó sí i bpian, agus gnaws incessantly ag aon ní agus gach rud is féidir léi a bhainistiú ar bhealach a fháil isteach ina bhéal. Tá sé seo tugtha di meas nua ar son a exersaucer, lena dromchlaí teething éagsúla. Is iad na bar bréagán beag cuartha a bolb geala daite agus an starfish seasamh a compánach, toisc go bhfuil na bréagáin éagsúla teething agus rattles a dhéanamh ar a mbealach isteach i mo charr le linn an turais beagnach gach do Sprioc (loves sí go háirithe na cinn a dhéanamh fuaim crinkling ).

Is é an ceann "bréagán" go h captivates aird an chuid is mó de cé, seachas a bharraicíní féin, an buidéal uisce soiléir plaisteach - Zephyrhills, Aquafina; ní thugann an branda ábhar ... hiomlán nó go hiomlán, leath - tá sí súl é, a bhaint amach le haghaidh é, mar sin , a bhaint amach tá sé as a bhaint amach, creeps feadh tar éis dó - leanúint ar aghaidh nudge arís é, go díreach taobh amuigh de a bhaint amach, gach uair a dhéanann sí teagmháil.

Súil aoibhnis!
29 Bealtaine, 2009 - 17 seachtain, 5 Days

Mar do siamsóirí leanbh eile coiteann - Ní maith léi an suíochán súgartha a ceannaíodh againn le déanaí di, réchaite. nach maith léi an post reclining (am ar bith sí í féin, in áit na fo-reclined, troideann sí é; ag tarraingt suas le suí di féin), agus é d'iarraidh ar an mbarra bréagán. Cad é an spraoi a suíochán gan barra bréagán? riamh tá iarracht déanta aici swing nó a bouncer; rudaí a bhí againn uair amháin ach misplaced thar na blianta, agus le linn bogann iolrach.

Ní gá gur sí cé na rudaí seo. Tá sí tógtha-sa chóras siamsaíochta, comhdhéanta de naoi deartháireacha / deirfiúracha goofy; súgradh léi, ag canadh léi, ag damhsa leis léi, ag léamh aici, nó ar shlí eile siamsúil di, gach ceann acu ina sheilbh nó ina bhealach féin. Chomh fada agus is eol DeeDee, sí * Tá * lár na cruinne.

Céimseach
11 Meitheamh. 2009-19 Weeks, 4 Days

Baby ar an Téigh

DeeDee, cé go bhfuil níos mó ná roimhe fulangach a bhí sí - fiú sásta go mairfidh an stroller le gairid tréimhsí ar fad - fhulaingt mbeidh an suíomh fós gan carr. Riamh. fuath sí é. Ba mhaith leat swear, a chloisteáil di imoibriú leis an suíochán carr, go raibh roinnt beart Uafásach achtaithe againn ar chéastóireacht uirthi. Agus ní bheidh sí a thabhairt suas. Cibé an bhfuil muid ag tabhairt turas gearr 10 nóiméad chun an siopa grósaera, nó errands reáchtáil ar feadh dhá uair an chloig, screams sí ... agus screams ... agus screams ... Uimh bréag; bhí muid errands léi i rith an veain aréir, ar turas chuig Naomh . Petersburg agus ar ais, agus Chaoin sí go dtí go thóg muid í as a carseat sa bhaile - beagnach dhá uair an chloig go díreach. Tá sí hoarse lá atá inniu ann.

In ainneoin gur féidir le fáil di chun ceann scríbe (shuaimhneas) a bheith ina fhadhb, tá sí ag tosú níos fearr a dhéanamh aon uair amháin go bhfuil si ann. Tá Bialanna d'eisceacht. Sí, mar a luaigh mé roimh maith, a bheith ar an dul - agus is fearr againn de ghnáth a ithe ach suí síos. Ní bheidh aici air. Beidh sí Fuss agus í ar ais go dtí an seasamh áirse muid suas léi. Siopadóireacht Is breá, toisc go bhfuiltear ag déanamh aici ... siúil. Is fiú Scannáin breá mar, cé mé suí léi, ní fhaigheann sí an scannáin a bheith siamsúil ... nó distracting. I rith na scannán, beidh sí ag malartach idir ina suí ar mo lap ag stánadh ar an scáileán, agus altranais, go dtí go dtagann sí ar deireadh go séimh.

's aiste bia Baby

DeeDee gcónaí go bhfuil go leor an appetite. Go dtí cúpla lá ó shin, bhí sí altranais go heisiach. Gach lá (nó ar a laghad, go mbeadh sé) agus le gach oíche. Tá, tá mé fós an pacifier an duine - agus ní, ní bheidh sí a ghlacadh pacifier fíor; againn iarracht. Cé go bhfuil mo soláthair bainne go maith, ach is cosúil nach féidir liom chun freastal ar riachtanais DeeDee's. Tá tosaithe agam le déanaí a thabhairt faoi deara nach bhfuil a leacain mar plump mar is gnách. Dealraíonn sí a bheith ag fáil níos tanaí. Mo scála an chuma seo a dhaingniú, ach fuair dearbhú críochnaitheach an tseachtain seo nuair a chastar orainn ag an leanbhlia oifig le haghaidh seiceáil meáchain tapaidh. Ceart go leor, meáchan mo uair 14 1 / 2 leanbh lb. anois ach £ 13., 10 n-unsa. Am i gcás na mbianna soladach a bhí súil againn a bheith in ann moill a chur ar beagán níos faide.

Tástáil a dhéanamh amach an Bumbo
23 Meitheamh, 2009 - 21 Weeks, 2 Days

Againn mar sin a cheannaigh, don chéad uair, a Bumbo. Ardaithe agam go rathúil naoi naíonáin eile gan úsáid an suíochán Bumbo, ach géilleadh leis an hype tar éis teacht ar Bumbo beagnach nua bándearg ar Craigslist do amháin $ 10. Cúpla lá ina dhiaidh sin, ach cúthail de DeeDee iompú 5 mhí d'aois, shuigh muid í síos in a Bumbo agus tugadh isteach í lena chéad "ceart" bia: arbhair leanbh orgánach rís, thaisrítear le sú piorraí orgánacha.

Bhí sí unimpressed. An-. d'fhéadfadh I comhfhiontar a rá go raibh sí irritated, nó fiú ... feargach. Ar dtús, léirigh sí Breathnaíonn an disgust, agus iallach chuid is mó de na bia ar ais amach. Nuair nach raibh an obair sin, rug sí an spúnóg agus razzed - arbhair a sheoladh ar foluain i ngach treo.

Thuas: "DeeDee * nach" * sí ag baint suilt as an chéad bhlaiseadh de ghránaigh
23 Meitheamh, 2009 - 21 Weeks, 2 Days

Thíos: Mmmm ... avocado!
27 Meitheamh, 2009 - 21 Weeks, 6 Days

Lá dhá, rinneamar iarracht ar an mheascán céanna arís, agus ghlac sí leis go ... beagnach an chuma fiú go maith liom é. Ach ina dhiaidh sin, oíche chinn mé triail a bhaint as moladh go leor de mo chairde facebook raibh - avocado mashed. Oh.my.goodness! Is breá sí é. DEVOURED sí é, mar sin ar feadh níos mó ... begged ag éirí feargach nuair a dúirt muid í sin go raibh "leor anois". Sa lá atá inniu marcanna an tríú huair a bhí aici avocado, agus níor chaill sí cinnte a zeal torthaí seo.

Avocado Aghaidh
26 Meitheamh, 2009 - - 21 Weeks, 5 Days

's Codladh Baby Nósmhaireacht

Cad a bheadh cothrom le dáta maidir le leanbh a bheith gan ina luaitear rud éigin faoi chodladh? Yeah, go maith ... cé mé gotten úsáid iarbhír easpa codlata (má's féidir sin a dhéanamh), tá roinnt breakthroughs le déanaí. Cé go fóill i mo lámha Codlaíonn DeeDee chuid is mó de na hoíche, anois tá sí ag tosú amach ar an oíche ina mainséar féin (nó níos mó, go háirithe, sa chiseán Moses go bhfuil a chuirtear faoi láthair taobh istigh de na nArmas Reach Co-Sleeper a ghabhann leis ár leaba). Chuir sí fiú í féin a chodladh i sé cúpla uair (cloch mhíle mór) - an eochair di a leagan síos nuair a bhíonn sí huile ídithe! Tuilleann seo dom 2-3 uair an chloig de ghnáth idir lámha-saor in aisce roimh an turas seo tosaíonn sí suas le banaltra don chéad uair riamh! Tógfaidh mé é!

Ár Cailín Baby - 12-16 Seachtaine

Tá sé arís eile do mo míosúil "Baby post Girl". Sea, is beag Dee 16 seachtaine d'aois cheana féin. Leanann sí ag ithe chuid is mó de mo chuid ama (mar a fhéadfadh a bheith agat faoi deara, mar gheall ar an infrequency mo post), ach ní miste liom. Is í an áthas glan agus grá do mo shaol!

"DeeDee é" a chailleadh roinnt de go fussiness a shainmhínítear í le fada. Is fearr go fóill í a iompar, agus nach bhfuil fós ag iarraidh iad a dheighilt ó Mama, ach tá sí ag éirí i bhfad níos mó fulangach cásanna don chuid is mó (ach ní an suíomh carr nó an stroller, thankyouverymuch). Beidh sí taitneamh as roinnt ama ar an Gymini nó sa Exersaucer - ar a laghad fada go leor chun greim a fháil dom mear a ithe, nó a chuirtear ar éigin ag teastáil go géar a dhéanamh suas.

Tá sé seo Baby Dee nuair a tugadh isteach den chéad againn di leis an Exersaucer thart ar 5 seachtaine ó shin (15 aibreán).
(Yeah, grianghraif ba chóir iad seo a bheith ar mo phost Baby go deireanach le ...
ach bhí siad caillte go sealadach maidir le cárta cuimhne ar iarraidh.)

An Chéad bhí sí i ndáiríre mearbhall ...

Ansin bhí sí faoi dhraíocht ...

Ansin a bhí sí a thagann chuig agus thar a bheith sásta!

Nach bhfuil mé gotten a photo déanaí léi i exersaucer, ach na laethanta seo (mar de cúpla lá ó shin)
Thosaigh sí ag súgradh leis an bréagáin léi féin.
Tá sí chomh gleoite, sníomh an bréagán beag agus giggling! (Is breá liom go giggles sí anois!)

Fógra an fhadhb drooling sa ghrianghraf thuas ... Yep, tá tús curtha teething!

Thíos: Teething "DeeDee"
21 Aibreán, 2009 - 12 seachtain, 2 lá

Thíos: Baby grianghortha
30 Aibreán, 2009 - 13 seachtain, 4 lá

Uimh sin, ní ar ár leanbh sunbathe i ndáiríre, ach caitheann muid a lán ama ar an linn snámha,
ag iarraidh go mairfidh an teas Florida ...

agus nuair a leagan mé léi síos ar an tuáille ar feadh cúpla nóiméad, agus deartháireacha agus deirfiúracha a chur léi sunglasses ar a,
D'fhéadfadh go léir a bhí mé ag smaoineamh ar, "Yup,'s sí cinnte Floridian!"

Baby Dee le Big Brother Rey (3)
2 Bealtaine, 2009 - 13 seachtain, 6 lá

Rey bhfuil dúil mhór aici go simplí. Canann sé i gcónaí a bhí air:
"Téigh go dtí leep. Téigh go dtí leep. Téigh go dtí an leep, mo cheann beag. "

Tarr Am!
6 Bealtaine, 2009 - 14 seachtain, 3 lá

Smiling ag "an Sun"
16 Bealtaine, 2009 - 15 seachtaine, 6 lá

Smiling IN the Sun
16 Bealtaine, 2009 - 15 seachtaine, 6 lá

Agus's anseo Baby "DeeDee" ag Seachtain 16.
14 1 / 2 punt. Big súile donn. Mo aingeal beag.

Is tú mo ghrá, Cailín Baby!

's Breithlá Cricket

Mo beag "Cruicéid" Bhí lá breithe an mhí seo. iompaigh sí 7!!!

Bhí a cáca Madrín rinneadh grámhar ag a dheartháir mór, Gator (14). Nach bhfuair sé é an jab?!

An chuid eile de na grianghraif amuse me. Bhí mé ag luchtú grianghraif de mo cheamara nuair a chonaic mé sraith grianghraif a rinne mé chuckle. Seo cúpla ceann acu. Fógra "Baile Átha Í", an deirfiúr leis an gceart Cricket. Sílim go raibh sí ag cath leis an ollphéist beag glas an lá sin. réir mar a deir siad, "pictiúr's fiú míle focal".

Breithlá sona, Cruicéid!

Ár Cailín Baby - 8-12 Seachtaine

Tá, Miss Persnickety 12 seachtaine d'aois cheana féin. Am cuileoga!

Thankfully, tá sí tar éis tréimhse níos faide de sonas na laethanta seo (féach orainn mar am aici "sásta").

23 Márta, 2009 - 8 Seachtain, 1 Day

Agus tá sí cinnte a "ansa" daoine anois. Tá deartháireacha / deirfiúracha cinnte go bhfuil sí nach bhfuil cinnte gur mhaith leat a bheith i seilbh aici ar chor ar bith, nó nach bhfuil ach ar feadh tréimhse an-teoranta. tugann sí go láidir deartháireacha / deirfiúracha eile;, go háirithe, "Cruicéid" (7) agus "Baile Átha Í" (8). Agus "Gator" Is (14) a entertainer is fearr leat. Labhraíonn sé léi i guthanna greannmhar agus déanann sé amaideach ar a aghaidheanna, i gcónaí mar thoradh ar smiles i míne shábha mór!

Atá á dhéanamh ag Cricket, bail ar fónamh orthu a deartháireacha agus deirfiúracha

5 Aibreán, 2009 - 10 seachtain

An Chéad Turas go dtí an Beach
18 Aibreán, 2009
11 Weeks, 6 lá

Cé, ní hoifigiúil a chéad turas go dtí an trá (sí thug cuairt ar feadh tamaill uair amháin sula), bhí an leanbh ar an chéad turas go dtí an trá ina shuí go raibh sí i ndáiríre agus airdeall.

Nuair a íslithe mé a cosa isteach na farraige don chéad uair, agus lig di bharraicíní beag bhraitheann an gaineamh squishy fliuch, táthar ag súil agam de chineál éigin mar fhreagra - gáire, féach ar iontas, a cnáimhseáil de agóid ... ach ní, aon ní. Aici Ní raibh aon athrú in iúl beagán! Mar sin, níl a fhios agam má tá leanbh eile againn ar an trá i ndéanamh nó nach bhfuil.

Mar do leanbh "'s" ailléirgí bia DeeDee, táim cinnte, mar a luaigh mé cheana féin , go bhfuil an culprit fáil chomh fada agus is colic tá an lena mbaineann - cáiséin (an próitéine le fáil i táirgí bainne's bó). Nuair a bheidh deireadh a chur le gach rud a bhfuil mé cáiséin ó mo aiste bia, "DeeDee is" saor in aisce colic.

Bhuel, tá mé smaoineamh * * (ag trasnú mo mhéara agus a bheith cúramach is dearfaí i anseo) go bhfuil muid go raibh an culprit le haghaidh an rashes - arbhair. Tá mé faoi deara, cé gur cosúil go sí i gcónaí go bhfuil beagán de gríos (a bhfuil ciall leis, mar is cosúil go bhfuil gach rud is lú a rian méideanna na n-arbhar, i bhfoirm síoróip arbhar nó stáirse arbhar nó ola arbhair), bíonn sí go briseadh amach i ndáiríre go dona nuair Ithim sceallóga nó grán arbhair. Mar sin, anois tá mé a bheith níos mó riamh dúthrachtach i léitheoireacht lipéid bia, agus is féidir leis bheith fíor-próiseáilte ar bith, nó bianna áise.

Anois táimid ag súil go agus a fheiceáil. Más rud é nach ndéanann (deireadh a chur le coirce) an fhadhb a réiteach go hiomlán, tá sé amach le haiste bia ailléirge iomlán a dhíchur. (Tá eagla orm go fóill gur féidir cruithneacht páirt a ghlacadh chomh maith.)

As an mbeal na babes

A-Chiropractic Coigeartú Féin

Ós rud é ár timpiste ghluaisteáin ar ais i mí Iúil, atá déanta againn go raibh dul go dtí an chiropractor trí lá sa tseachtain. Curly-Barr (5) chinn an tseachtain seo caite nach raibh sí ag iarraidh a fhágáil as an linn dul go dtí an chiropractor. begged sí liom gan a dhéanamh di dul, á rá gur mhaith léi í féin a thabhairt coigeartú chiropractic ina ionad.

"Tá a fhios agam conas a pop mo mhuineal féin, agus a pop mo luí mé ar ais díreach síos ar mo bholg agus tá ceann de na páistí eile léim ar dom."

"Dhá"

Bhí mé ag ithe roinnt bagel brioscaí an lá eile nuair a spied Rey (3) agus chinn mé bhí sé tamall.

Rey: "Ba mhaith liom ceann!"
Me: "Ní raibh duit ceist a chur i gceart."
Rey: "Ba mhaith liom a DÓ!"

Is faide Abairt's World

Lefty (9): "Tá mé ag dul a bhriseadh World's Taifead an haghaidh an abairt faide."
Me: "Oh i ndáiríre? Cad é a rá? "
Lefty: "Níl a fhios agam. Nach bhfuil mé i scríbhinn go fóill. "

Reo a Bás

Cricket (6): "Dhaid? Má tá tú reoite go bás d'fhéadfadh, tú bás? "

(Ye?)

Súile Frog

Is é mo iníon is sine agus cáil ar roinnt rudaí a rá amach-an balla. Tá fiú ainm do na nathanna dÚsachtach; glaoch orainn iad a Audrey-the. Mar sin, anocht ag an suipéar nuair a tháinig an topaic na froganna ar bun, a cheap muid ar fad an méid a bhí le rá a bhí sí greannmhar go leor ... go dtí go fhéach mé suas é, agus fuair sé a bheith fíor!

: "Froganna úsáid iarbhír Audrey a súile a ithe."
An deartháireacha / deirfiúracha: gáire
Audrey: "No, dáiríre. bhrú siad an bia síos a scornach lena súile. "
An deartháireacha / deirfiúracha: gáire More
Me: "Beidh mé ag breathnú suas é."

Mar sin, google I "frog súile + + bia", agus a aimsiú :

'Súile froganna imirt ról tábhachtach freisin ag ithe. Ní froganna an struchtúr cloigeann nó na matáin chew is gá chun a gcuid bia. Ina áit sin, tá siad chun a gcreach a shlogadh i gceann cúpla gulps. Tá sé seo ó tricky, murab ionann agus an duine, nach bhfuil a n-ancaire dteangacha de ghnáth i gcúl a mbeal. Ciallaíonn sin nach féidir úsáid a frog ina teanga a bhrú chun bia síos a scornach agus i dtreo a bholg. Ar an gcúis seo, nuair a fáinleoga frog, ar a súile doirteal síos isteach ar a cloigeann a bhrú chun cabhrú leis an bia chomh maith.

Wow. Cé a bhí a fhios?

Mo Nuashonrú cineálach Eacnamaíocha Mhíosúla

Cá bhfuil an t-am dul? Is é an bhliain cheana 1 / 4 de ar an mbealach os a chionn. "DeeDee is" beagnach 10 seachtain d'aois!

Bhí Márta mhí ábhairín uneventful. Táimid iontach ag ceiliúradh an níos faide, milder, lá grianmhar an earraigh le spraoi agus gníomhaíochtaí. (De dhíth orm le blag faoi roinnt de na rudaí eile atá déanta againn, thar lá amháin agus dhá , ach tá mé ag chaith an cúpla lá anuas ag iarraidh a bhainistiú ar roinnt léanta ríomhaire in ionad olc - níos mó faoi sin níos déanaí.)

Baby “DeeDee” with an allergic reaction

Baby DeeDee is growing quickly, and is much more pleasant since my last update .  She is still “needy” — preferring to be constantly held, day and night, but she isn't as grumpy. She smiles a lot and is trying to “talk”. I just love it.  Her change in demeanor probably has a lot to do with my becoming much stricter with her (my, rather) diet.

Agam atá luaite cheana, cosúil go bhfuil sí go mbeadh frithghníomhú an-láidir (colic) maidir le táirgí bainne bó's, mar sin thug mé suas iad. Or so I thought. In reality, I didn't realize the vast degree to which cow's milk products infiltrated our food supply, until I started reading labels. Yikes! Even things like bread crumbs contain milk! Once I started reading labels and being extremely careful with avoiding anything associated with milk, DeeDee's colic disappeared. Her tummy no longer gurgles. She no longer draws her legs up in pain, and she is much more pleasant. There is still a hidden allergy that we haven't identified, however. She is allergic to something that causes her face, head, and neck to spontaneously break out for several hours at a time. Sometimes it's a faint rash, while other times it is similar to hives. If this breaking out persists for another week (giving adequate time to work all traces of casein out of her/my system), then I plan on going on a complete allergy elimination diet until I can figure out what the trigger is. (Not fun…but worth it in the long run; especially given the family history of auto-immune disorders. I will do anything I can to possibly prevent another child of mine from developing asthma or autism).

“DeeDee” with hives on her face, head, neck, and arms.
I *think* the culprit, in this case, was wheat, as I had eaten a “gluten-heavy” meal prior to the break-out –
But in my limited research I have found the reaction to an allergy could take hours or DAYS to present…
so I have no way of knowing for sure.

Speaking of autism, that's Audrey in the photo above (holding DeeDee). Notice the pirate shirt that she is wearing. It was one of the giveaways she received for participating in her first 5K.

Audrey, who thinks SHE has an allergy — to exercise !  joined, under our coersion (we bribed her with money), a “couch to 5K” program. Twice a week, for (I think) 8 weeks, she trained with some other individuals from our neighborhood. They started by just walking, and worked their way up to running, until the day of the race. I didn't expect Audrey to come close to winning, but she DID participate and finish (which was the goal), and we are very proud of her! She even lost close to 20 lbs. in the process!

An Fhoireann - Audrey ar thaobh na láimhe clé fada

Seachas na nithe seo a bheith déanta agam i ndáiríre an t-am chun an blag faoi le déanaí, bhí againn ag déanamh ár seacht ndícheall a chaitheamh mar amuigh oiread ama agus is féidir, ag baint an-ghearr Earrach's Florida.

Le cúpla lá anuas tá mé ag barely ar líne, ag iarraidh ionad (mar a luaigh mé riamh), chun ár gcuid ríomhairí Uafásach tarrthála.

Tá a fhios agam mar is féidir liom taifead fuaime briste, ach is fuath liom Vista. Is fuath liom MICROSOFT!!! Cá mhéad uair a luaigh mé anseo i gcaitheamh na mblianta? Tá mé imithe trí cheithre (nó go bhfuil sé cúig) ríomhairí glúine éagsúla le cúig bliana anuas. Tá a fhios agam do dhaoine a bhí ag baint úsáide as na Mac céanna le linn na tréimhse céanna. Ach ní * I * fós a bheith in ann a chur ina luí Rob gur gá dom a Mac. Sé nach bhfuil fós le comhlíonadh mo mhianta i dtaca leis sin, mar sin tá mé ag ullmhú chun a adhlacadh ríomhaire glúine eile fós. Aaaghh!!!

I have already been forced to restore to factory settings twice, and now, as of this week, my internal card reader has stopped working. That isn't acceptable considering the number of pictures I take. I use it DAILY. So I have attempted to load my photos onto Audrey's laptop instead and found her computer to be so corrupted that I had to restore IT to factory settings. To top it off, my tired old secondary drive has stopped functioning properly, my NOD32 has expired, and we haven't installed Microsoft updates on either laptop (because I don't trust them — they alwas mess up more than they fix), so we were wide-open for an attack from that conflicker virus…so I have been installing updates and running scans with software that I don't have as much faith in as the NOD32. But…so far it appears that both systems are clean. I'm not sure about the aforementioned tired old external drive — it won't even scan without locking up. Ugh!

So, with my card reader not functioning, I am currently using Audrey's laptop with the sticky keys (namely the r and y), so if it seems like this former English major and exemplary speller has suddenly lost her mind — it's not ME; I may be sleep-deprived, but I can still spell. Just ignore any missing “R”s and “Y”s for now.

Ár Cailín Baby - 6-8 seachtaine

I believe I should start chronicling my days with our latest addition by titling and subtitling as follows:

Raising DeeDee: My Life with the World's Grumpiest Human Being

Yup, that's her. Now don't get me wrong — I am still absolutely crazy about her! But she ain't no picnic. She has an “intense” personality; very particular . She knows what she wants and what she doesn't want — and she wants to make sure everyone else knows that as well.

Not a happy camper!
March 18, 2009 – 7 Weeks, 3 Days

Thankfully, tar éis é den sórt sin ní "riachtanais ard" leanbh nua chugam - mar sin nach bhfuil mé ag tarraingt mo chuid gruaige (go hiomlán) amach. Is féidir liom ar a laghad sa chuid eile ar an bhfíric go bhfuil a fhios agam go bhfuil solas "ag deireadh an tolláin". Bhí Dinky ar an mbealach céanna. She would scream and scream, sometimes to the point of hoarseness or vomiting, for no apparent reason and despite our best efforts at calming her. As a toddler, once she could communicate, these seemingly nonsense screaming spells turned into tantrums over her socks not “feeling right” or her dress being tied too tightly or too loosely, or her ponytail not being perfectly straight. Now, at the age of 11, she has outgrown the screaming and tantrums (so I KNOW there is hope for her baby sister!), opting instead for whining about a tag in her shirt or her sleeves being too long. I can't say that I blame her. I do understand, to a great degree, the frustration of something just not being “right” — I have OCD. But, it doesn't make it any easier to live with.

And so there's baby “DeeDee”. I suspected, from the time she was in utero, that she would probably have this type of personality. When I was expecting Dinky, over 11 years ago, I couldn't wear anything with an elastic waist or she would kick frantically at it. DeeDee, likewise, would act in a similar fashion if I so much as crossed my arms over my belly. She let me know that she did not appreciate it.

Now she let's me know that she does not appreciate the stroller, the car seat, the Gymini — or any other situation in which she is not being carried or held. Typically, unless she is nursing, she wants to be carried (sitting still with her is not an option). And if she is awake, she prefers to either be nursing or “swimming” in the bath tub (she will not tolerate the baby bath, but loves bathing with Mama). And if she's asleep, forget about putting her down. Once there is no warm body against her, she will instantly wake up screaming.

Being carried by big sister “Cricket” – Don't ya just love those big cheeks?
March 15, 2009 – 7 Weeks Old

I have attempted shopping or eating out with DeeDee a couple of times. It didn't work out so well. I have been afraid to try going back to church. I doubt that the other folks from church would even recognize me; it's been so long. No, for this season of DeeDee's life, I find it easier to stick to outdoor venues where she can cry her little heart out, if the mood strikes her, without disturbing anyone.

Now don't go lecturing me about how I'm “spoiling” her; how she needs to be trained by letting her “cry it out”. Like I've mentioned, I have raised one of these personalities before, and that type of parenting style just won't work. In her mind something is really wrong. She has some sort of discomfort or fear that she can't quite communicate yet, and if I ignore her demands, she will be left feeling abandoned…and is unable to simply settle herself. She would never give up the fight. I am very thankful for my new ErgoBaby carrier. It is a LIFE saver! (or at least a back saver) .

It is because of DeeDee's perpetual grumpiness that I cherish her happy, smiley times so much! When she finds contentment, she is utterly angelic , and when she smiles, her whole face lights up. She smiles so BIG, in fact, that it's difficult to get a good photograph because she closes her eyes when she smiles!

Above: Smiley Time
March 20, 2009 – 7 Weeks, 5 Days

Below: A Rare Happy Time Under the Gymini
March 18, 2009 – 7 Weeks, 3 Days

Below: 10 Minutes in the Stroller – A Record!
March 15, 2009 – 7 Weeks Old

“DeeDee” Contented
Lying on the quilt that big sister Audrey made for her
March 17, 2009 – 7 Weeks, 2,Days
(See what I mean about angelic?)

Our Baby Girl – 2 to 6 Weeks

She'll be 6 weeks old tomorrow.

Baby “DeeDee” is growing up very quickly! It's been fun watching her develop her personality — especially now that she is full of smiles. (I was the recipient of her first REAL full-face smile on February 19th. While I was dressing her for the chiropractor she looked up at me, so I said, “Hi Beautiful.” She responded with that big precious heart-warming grin, and has been smiling at us ever since.)

Health-wise, DeeDee is doing great! She has been a bit colicky lately, but my giving up dairy (except for raw goat's milk) has helped quite a bit, as well as having the chiropractor give her a colic release adjustment.

And she is so BIG!!! At just under 6 weeks old, DeeDee weighs in at 10 lbs, 12 ozs and is just shy of 23″ long! None of our other babies reached the ten pound mark until they were at least 4 or 5 months of age, not weeks . It's been kind of saddening for me, packing away DeeDee's outgrown newborn clothes already. She is now wearing 3-6 month clothes (and even some of those are too small). She's even outgrown all of her precious *brand new* newborn cloth diapers . *sniff sniff*

“DeeDee” with Big Brother “Gator”
February 12, 2009
2 weeks, 5 days old

With Big Sister Audrey
February 22, 2009
4 weeks old

February 23, 2009
4 weeks, 1 day old

February 25, 2009
4 weeks, 3 days old

With Big Brother “Gator”
February 27, 2009
4 weeks, 5 days old

With Big Sister “Boo”
Boo seems to be DeeDee's “favorite” – When she is really upset, NO ONE can calm her like Boo can!
March 1, 2009
5 weeks old

Boppy Time – Just Chillin' Out
March 4, 2009
5 weeks, 3 days old

More Photos from March 4, 2009
These are photos of “DeeDee” with a blanket and hat that my grandmother (her great-grandmother) made

With Big Sister “Dinky”
March 5, 2009
5 weeks, 4 days old

February

It just flew right on by with only one tiny update from me, and yet February is always our busiest month!

( You guessed it; this is going to be one of those “I'm-making-up-for-not-posting-in-nearly-a-month-by-putting-updates-on-100-different-topics-in-one-post” entries. And, as expected, it will contain a whole bunch of photos…because I think my children are adorable! )

Besides adapting to life with a newborn in the house again, starting school back after a lengthy break…then Valentine's Day and our 18th anniversary (which we chose to postpone for a month, but I know the husband will likely forget about…hmph!), there were also…

Three Birthdays!

“Boo”

Boo celebrated her 8th birthday in the neighborhood park/playground, with Hello Kitty cupcakes, games, several of her neighbor friends, and all of her siblings.

(Methinks she liked the Love Monkey)

“Gator”

For his 14th birthday, Gator opted for a trip to Romano's for a private birthday dinner (yes, we did embarrass him by having the staff sing to him), and a family-only party, for which he chose a very um…. interesting cake.

Leave it to the family comedian to choose a litter-box cake .

“Dinky”

Dinky Tumblina chose to celebrate her 11th birthday by hanging out with three of her closest friends.

Landscaping

We bought this house last summer. It was the UGLIEST house in the neighborhood — no joke. Drab gray in color; graced by a combination of no landscaping and dead landscaping. Dead grass (live weeds though.) UGLY. Just plain UGLY. But the price was too good to pass up. The bargain price finally allowed us the ability to buy a home in the state of Florida, the second most overinflated real estate market in the nation.

The home was, in fact “brand new” (as in “never lived in”). It had been built by an investor who hoped to flip it for a huge profit…just before the real-estate market tanked. It was subsequently foreclosed on and we bought it from the bank for a fraction of the original cost. This (price) was worth living with the effects of three years of neglect…until now.

We spent the last weekend of February re-landscaping the entire front of the house. (“We” meaning the boys…primarily Gator). I am pleased with the results. (Can't wait for everything to “fill in” — the annuals and perennials we chose are all spreading plants).

BEFORE
The day we looked at the house: May 18, 2008

A Work In Progress

AFTER
February 23, 2009

A Visit from Grandpa

The day we were finishing up the landscaping, my dad and his girlfriend stopped in to visit for a few hours on their way from Florida back to Indiana. The children only see him once a year, so I took advantage of the photo op.

“Dee-Dee”

Any entry of mine just would not be complete without making mention of my sweet baby girl , who turned one month old in February…but I have enough mommy-brag in me to post an entire photo-filled entry just for her…so stay tuned! I'll try to get the latest photos uploaded tonight.

Our Baby Girl – First Two Weeks

It's been a couple of weeks since I have updated my blog – weeks spent enjoying my babymoon with my sweet baby girl .

Baby “DeeDee” is already two weeks old (as of last Sunday). On one hand, I can't believe it's been more than two weeks since her arrival. Time goes so fast! On the other hand, I can't imagine life without her. It seems like she's always been a part of our family.

I am completely smitten. It's amazing how one can fall completely head-over-heels for a tiny, bald, toothless stranger — but I have, yet again. Having a new baby never “gets old”. Each one is unique and each one is such a miracle.

“DeeDee” is just precious. I love watching her sleep. While dreaming, she makes the cutest facial expressions, as well as little squeaks and grunts and groans. And she is doing very well, physically. The day after she was born, her weight was down from 8lb 7oz to 8lb 2oz. Two days later it had dropped to 7lb 12oz — but she regained that loss very quickly. On her last weight check, at 12 days old, she had regained, surpassing her birth weight by two ounces. And it's little wonder — she eats almost constantly. I am the human pacifier! Anytime “DeeDee” is awake (and often when she is asleep), she thinks she has to be nursing — and anytime she is awake *or* asleep, she has to be held. If we try putting her down, she instantly wakes up screaming. (So yeah, she may end up being a little bit spoiled pampered at first, but I do have another child who was JUST like this — and she ended up growing into an awesome young lady!)

Photos from Baby's First Week

“DeeDee's” first outing – First trip to the pediatrician
1 Day Old

“DeeDee's” second outing – With Mama during first trip to neighborhood park
3 Days Old

“DeeDee's” second outing – With Mama during first trip to neighborhood park
3 Days Old

“DeeDee” with big sister “Curly Top” (5)
3 Days Old

“DeeDee” with big sisters “Cricket” (6)  and “Boo” (7)
3 Days Old

“DeeDee” with big sister “Boo” (7)
3 Days Old

“DeeDee” with big sister Audrey (17)
6 Days Old

One Week Old! – February 1st

I just love these photos!  Especially the two of “DeeDee” looking up at her admiring older sisters.
Can you tell that they are as crazy about her as I am?

Photos from Baby's Second Week

8 Days Old

9 Days Old

I just love tiny baby feet!

Cuddling with big sister “Boo” on her 8th birthday
10 days old

11 Days Old

11 Days Old

Sweet Baby Hand
12 Days Old

12 Days Old

Two Weeks Old! – February 8th

Introducing Our Tenth Blessing

Praise the Lord! She has finally arrived! – safe and healthy.

More than ten days after labor began, then stalled, our baby girl finally joined us in the wee hours of Sunday, January 25th.

Introducing:

“DeeDee”* LeFebvre
8 lbs. 7 oz.
22 inches long
Born January 25, 2009
1:19 am

* not her “real” name. Children's names have been changed on internet publications for their protection

If you prefer a brief, Reader's Digest condensed version of events:

• ~ 8:15 pm – water broke
• ~10:30 pm – contractions began
• ~ 11:15 pm – midwife arrived
• 1:19 am – our tenth child and sixth daughter arrived
• 3:15 – midwife went home

If you prefer more of a Paul Harvey “The Rest of the Story” version, with all of the nitty gritty details, then here it is :

It wasn't any one of the items on that list of failed labor induction methods that I had tried as of last Monday that finally kicked things into gear — nor was it the membrane sweeping, the labor herbs, the enema, or this disgusting food combination that I was desperate enough to try later in the week.

I had my own little theory of why our latest addition refused to emerge — that she is a Floridian baby and knew that for the last two weeks it was just plain TOO COLD to be born, with temps dipping down into the 20s. I half joked that she would arrive as soon as the thermometer reached the 70s again — and she DID, but that ultimately isn't what gave her that final nudge.

Believe it or not, it was a serious case of heartburn that did it. Yeah. For the first time in my life I am thankful for acid reflux, and a resulting esophageal ulcer that occasionally sends me into violent coughing fits. After having not eaten right at all on Saturday, I topped the evening off with a Mexican meal, made by my children, that pushed me over the edge. About an hour after eating, while sitting down to an episode of Gone Country on CMT, I was in the middle of a full-blown coughing attack when I felt what I thought was my water suddenly breaking — but not a lot, just a small gush of fluid.

You would think, with this being my tenth child, I would *know*, but I didn't. I mean, I didn't think it could possibly be anything else — I had already emptied my bladder — but I just didn't know . I would have thought there would be more of a “gush” than that, as there had been when my water had broken in previous pregnancies. (But then again, NOTHING about this entire pregnancy or labor had been “normal”). This (the small gush) happened at about 8:15pm, and we called the midwife to ask her advice. She said to put on a pad and lie down for 1/2 hour, then see if there was more fluid when I got up. I tried this, and there really wasn't anything noticeable — but then again, it was a pretty absorbant type of pad, so I still didn't know.

The night went on. I continued to cough. I placed a bit of toilet tissue inside the pad, just in case it happened again, so I would be able to tell. There was a bit later, and it definitely wasn't urine (blood-tinged), but still just a trickle…until about 10pm when there was indeed a noticeable gush, and another, and another; with each coughing spell – enough of a pink-tinged gush that I soaked through two of those ultra-plus absorbancy pads and a couple pairs of panties, forcing me to put on a pair of those ridiculous diaper-looking disposable panties that I had bought just for the occasion. This was definitely *it*, but still no contractions.

Another call to the midwife. She said to get some rest while I could; while I still wasn't having contractions. If the contractions didn't start throughout the night, I was to give her a call first thing in the morning and we'd try castor oil. I guess my body didn't want to hear the words “castor oil”, because within minutes, by about 10:30 pm, contractions had begun.  They weren't in a “good” pattern though. Some were strong; some piddly. I was debating whether or not to continue to bother the midwife or not. Rob and I discussed it and decided it may be a good idea to call her anyway, if for no other reason than to just have her do a quick check to see if there was any progression. On the one hand, I didn't want to send her out on another false alarm, but on the other hand, once I hit 7cm or so, I generally go very quickly, and Rob said he'd prefer to not have to deliver a baby unassisted.

It was a good thing we called. Bea (the midwife) showed up at about 11:15 and baby arrived 2 hours later.

When she arrived and checked me, she said I was still only at 6cm, but that the cervix was “very thin”. She also said the membranes had not completely ruptured, and were indeed bulging during contractions. This still puzzles me; how I was able to have all of that fluid loss, which was definitely amniotic fluid, and yet still have my membranes intact. She mentioned something about a “high leak” — that basically there could have been a leak up high, forcing fluid out when I coughed, while between coughs, with the baby's head down so low, she was sealing off the leak (acting as a sort of cork).

Bea went ahead and ruptured my membranes the rest of the way, and I sat down to watch tv, along with Bea, Rob, and my oldest daughter Audrey until the contractions began to kick in REALLY hard and strong. I barely made it through the rest of the Monk episode we were watching – but I wanted to see the ending (I tend to be a Monk addict), so I persevered, with Bea putting counter-pressure on my lower back during the worst part of the contractions. When the episode was over, I got into the bathtub to labor.

Ahhhh. There is something to be said for a nice soak in warm water to help ease the pain. When I got into the tub, I was still just 6cm, but 100% effaced. Then things really began to kick in.

There wasn't relief from that warm water for long. The contractions soon began coming right on top of one another, with barely any break in between. I began doubting my decision for a drug-free birth at home, and imagining how if I were in the hospital, I would certainly be demanding an epidural at this point. I really didn't think I could do it this time…and voiced that several times, knowing it was too late to turn back now anyway.  I had never had contractions like that , with no break in between — barely even time to catch my breath. The midwife assured me that this was a good thing, that it meant it would all be over with more quickly.

Just minutes (seconds?) before “DeeDee” was born
I was trying to muster up a smile during the very brief interval between contractions

And it was. Those words had barely escaped her lips when I was pushing and Rob was calling the two oldest girls in to witness the birth (they both had requested to be there). After three pushes, “DeeDee” was born under the water (our first waterbirth) and promptly placed on my chest. I was in awe. She was BIG and pink and STRONG! Weighing in at almost a full two pounds more than most of her siblings, she was our first baby to ever sport those big chubby cheeks. It didn't take me long to understand why this birth had been so much more intense and painful than the others! I am accustomed to delivering 6 lb. babies.

While on my chest, Baby “DeeDee” lifted her little head up and looked around, before falling peacefully asleep. (This reaffirmed my homebirth decision. The birth process at home is so much less traumatic for the baby, and ultimately it's about her health; not my comfort level).  I cuddled with her in this position for about another 20 minutes while we waited for the cord to stop pulsing (“Dinky”, age 10, was thrilled to be allowed to have the honor of cutting the cord), and while the placenta was delivered.

Rob then woke up our oldest son, and he, Audrey, and “Dinky” took turns holding their newest baby sister while I showered and dressed for recovery.

Once I was back in the bed, the midwife weighed “DeeDee”and took her measurements and vitals.

Then the children delighted in dressing her for the first time.

By 3:15, everything was cleaned up, the children were back in bed, and “DeeDee” was cuddled up with me, nursing very well. We were both given a clean bill of health (miraculously, I hadn't even required stitches or anything, and the ICP had not had any affect on the baby), and Bea was on her way out the door.

It was fun to see the looks on the faces of the children as they woke up one by one on Sunday morning and shuffled into my room — those looks of surprise to see that their baby sister had finally joined us. Sunday afternoon was a time spent passing our newest little bundle from one person to another. Everyone wants to hold the baby; nearing fighting over her. I can honestly say that there will be no lack of love in this little one's life. She already has nine siblings who have all fallen head-over-heels for her, and she has the best kissed head in town.

One VERY proud first-time big brother

I just LOVE seeing these big teenage boys holding and loving their baby sister.

“DeeDee's” number one fan and second Mommy.
Dinky absolutely adores our latest addition.

SeaWorld Called

They want their escaped whale back.

Shamu Janne-mu, the Frumpy Whale

Last seen wearing an oh-so-stylish red velour leisure suit, Birkenstocks, and a pair of Maui Jim's
Quite large, and gaining an average of 4-5 lbs. per week
Warning – very grumpy and hormonal. Approach with extreme caution. May bite.

Ten Days After Labor Began

And still no baby.

This is so unbelievable…and exhausting…and frustrating…and…(I'm sure you get the idea).

During my last update I mentioned that I went into labor on Wednesday, January 14th. The pattern of contractions was great, and in a few short hours I progressed from 2cm to almost 6cm dilation, and from 20% to 50% effacement. Then everything stopped.

…And so it remains.

Yes, 10 days after going into labor and thinking I would get to finally hold my baby girl in my arms, I am still just over halfway there.

The risk of ICP, having been of great concern, led me to the midwife's office on Monday, the day of my last update , where I had labwork done to check liver function. Thankfully (praise be to God!), my bloodwork came back normal, meaning the baby is not in immediate danger from the ICP. This makes things much less “urgent”. Regardless, due to my extreme discomfort, and the fact that my blood pressure has risen a little, and there are ketones and protein in my urine, the midwife did go ahead and sweep my membranes and prescribe an herbal tincture to try to kick start things. Neither worked.

I had another exam on Tuesday, in hopes that my water would break, driving me back into labor (it didn't). Still 6 cm and 50%. With ICP no longer an immediate threat, the current concern is that the degree of my pelvic separation and the resulting pain is such that I fear (as it gets worse by the day), that if the pregnancy goes on much longer, I will not be able to deliver naturally, and will thus end up with a c-section. So for now, the midwife, as of Tuesday, put me on bedrest, to try to minimize the pain and further damage.

I would continue the herbs throughout Wednesday and Thursday before giving up on them, and on Wednesday, the chiropractor gave me an adjustment that he assured me would bring about this baby. It didn't. Nor did another adjustment on Friday. *sigh*

I am to the point where I am just physically and emotionally drained. The pelvic pain is so bad that I am not sleeping at night, as I can't even roll over without the stabbing pain. I have had a constant headache, which I believe is due to gritting my teeth while in pain (as my jaw is suddenly really tight). With the shift in baby's position (having dropped low) my back has been spasming from my neck all the way to my hips. The pain and lack of sleep have led me to be very irritable, exhausted, stressed, unmotivated…I am in a total brain fog. I just wish I could crawl into bed and sleep as long as I can — until the baby emerges, if ever.

Everything I have read states that a stall in labor halfway through is generally either due to stress or malposition of the baby. Well, the baby is in perfect position for delivery, so the cause of this must be the former…and there isn'ta thing I can do about it. There is *constant* stress and chaos and noise and activity in this house — and it all begins before the sun even comes up. This morning, for example, there were six children already up before sunrise, and all nine were up before 7:30. If stress is the cause of this labor stall, and rest and relaxation are the only cures, then I believe I will be pregnant forever. I have begged Rob to get me a motel room for a couple of days. I am CERTAIN that a couple of days of *quiet* — complete quiet, with a couple of good books and naps when needed, would allow me to finish what was started ten days ago. But financially, that isn't an option.

So, if you think about it, say a little prayer for me. I am breaking down, both physically and emotionally. Just totally drained at this point.

Went into Labor Five Days Ago — Still No Baby

It is all very frustrating. For many days, I had steady contractions for an hour at a time, only to have them fade away. But last Wednesday was different.

Wednesday was my regular appointment day, but it was also my home visit (in which the midwife visits the home to make sure you have the needed supplies, and to make sure she can find your house and such). Earlier that morning I had had a lot of “show”, so I figured today was “the day”, as the “show” is generally a good indicator. I was convinced enough that this was “it” that I even had Rob stay home from work.

The midwife came at 11, and checked me at around 11:15-11:30. I was still only 2cm and 20% effaced — about the same as the previous week. But almost immediately after the exam, contractions started. By 1:30, they were between 3-5 minutes apart, and over the next few hours they became progressively stronger. There was also enough blood to have to wear a pad, so I had little doubt that I was going to be holding my baby later in the evening. I went ahead and took a hot bath before calling the midwife, just to make sure (as a bath will cause contractions to cease if it isn't the “real thing”.) After the bath, the contractions continued, in a nice regular pattern, so we called her sometime between 4:30 and 5:00.

At around 5:30, the midwife was at the house and checked me again. 5 cm and 50% effaced. It was baby day!!! She set up all of her supplies and we waited…and then 1/2 hour later contractions stopped — completely. They just stopped. That is NOT supposed to happen. I *still* can't believe it. Another check at around 7pm confirmed very little progression. Effacement the same. Dilation, between 5 and 6cm. Labor, for all intents and purposes, had come to a screeching halt. The midwife left to get dinner and said to call if/when things picked up. They never did. She ended up spending the night at the birth center “just in case”, but nothing ever happened.

…and here we are, five days later. Still pregnant — and absolutely miserable.

With the baby now dropped so low, I can actually digest my food again, but she is putting so much pressure on my pelvis that my SPD is excruciating! Honestly, the worst pain I have ever felt. It honestly feels like my pelvis is broken. I can't get around by myself. I can't even get out of bed…or roll over in bed without help.

And now I am fearing for the baby's life. I had previously mentioned about how dangerous the ICP is for babies (causing a high risk for stillbirth), but how my symptoms had cleared up with adequate sun exposure . Well, just like most of the rest of the nation, Florida had a nasty cold front. Last week was cold and miserable, with a couple days of rain thrown in. By the end of Friday, I had spent 5 full days without being exposed to direct sunlight…and the itching was getting worse and worse. By Saturday, it had spread to the bottoms of my feet (a bad sign — itching on the palms of hands or soles of feet are big warning signs). Of course, this is causing me to fear the safety of the baby. Any time she goes more than a few minutes without moving, I begin to panic.

Yesterday *may* have bought us a bit of a reprieve. It actually got warm — up to about 69 degrees, so I sat outside soaking up as much of the sun as possible. I have noticeably less itching today, praise God. But it isn't going to last. There is another cold front coming through tomorrow, expected to bring rain and very cold temps again, so it is IMPERATIVE that the baby is born soon. We will speaking to the midwife about our options.

I have been looking online and listening to well-meaning advice from friends regarding natural labor induction/augmentation. So far nothing has worked. Here is what I have tried, or have tried to try:

• pineapple
• spicy foods (I didn't figure it would work, as that's about all I ever eat anyway. I LOVE spicy food!)
• walking – I can't , with the incredible SPD pain
• n*pple stimulation – again, can't…far too painful (I am extremely tender there)
• s*x – while normally high on my list of favorite things to do — not so much right now. EXTREMELY painful, because of the SPD.
• evening primrose oil
• eggplant parmesan
• Chinese food
• visualization — I don't really understand self-hypnosis much, and the reality is that it is nearly impossible to relax enough in this household for anything of this sort to work. There is constant noise and activity.
• swinging in a swing — boy was THAT a sight!
• acupressure — kind of. I didn't actually go to an acupressurist, but I did stimulate the Hoku and San-yin-chiao points with a TENS unit.
• castor oil — I tried a half dose (2 oz.), but it didn't work. I mean it worked , but not to induce labor.

What I haven't yet tried:

• a full dose of castor oil (shudder)
• enema (shudder again)
• reflexology
• cumin tea

Any other suggestions? I am desperate enough to try just about anything.

On a side note, for those wondering why I don't have the midwife break my water — while that would *probably* do the trick, given my history, she (and I) are hesitant to have it done in the absense of contractions, because if it did NOT cause contractions to kick in, we'd be faced with pitocin, and a resulting epidural and hospital birth — something I'd like to avoid if at all possible.

So…that's my update at 38 weeks and 3 days — five days after labor started. Please pray that the little peanut arrives very soon and is healthy.

37 Weeks

Getting close! (Thankfully! This body just isn't big enough for the two of us anymore.) I can't wait to hold my little one in my arms!

My midwife appointment on Thursday revealed:

• Weight:  153 lbs (30.5 lb. gain total)
• Blood Pressure: 96/68
• Blood Sugar: “Good” (didn't ask for the numbers)
• Iron: Not so good. 30 — and it needs to be 32 for delivery.
  I can't win. Although I am taking iron supplements, the calcium supplements that I am taking to cope with the SPD seem to be canceling them out. *SIGH*
• Baby: Heartbeat sounds good (again, I didn't ask for the number.)
  Head down, anterior, and “very low” – in great position for birth!
• Cervix: 2 cm dilated and “very soft” – seems all those irritating contractions are doing some good after all!

Now we wait…and try to increase the iron level. Still waiting for the GBS results. Still nesting – trying to get the house organized and “perfect”. I think we have everything ready for the baby and the birth, except that we need to put the back row of seats in the van so we can fit everyone. (Van currently only seats 11. The back seat will turn it back into a 15-passenger.)

And when I say it looks like I swallowed a beach ball…

Yup, that's me…with a 45 inch waistline!

Baby Game -

I created a “ baby pool ” at ExpectNet.com, for my entertainment. Feel free to join in!

Just for a little background info:

• My previous babies were born at 36 (1), 37 (3), 38 (3), and 39 (2) weeks
• They ranged in weight from 5 lbs. 12 oz to 7 lbs. 12 oz. (the earliest was not the lightest, and there was almost a whole lb. difference between the two latest.)
• So far, 5 girls and 4 boys. The sonographer told us that this current baby is indeed a girl — but she originally told us the same thing with Rey, who is most certainly a BOY!

So…ready to enter your guesses ?

A Generic January Update

Still hanging in there! (It's kind of funny, just about everyone who crosses my path takes one look at my ginormous belly and asks, “You're still hanging in there?” Uh…yup.) 36 weeks, 5 days — but who's counting?

It's been a rough couple of months, given the SPD . My activity has been severely limited, causing me to gain more weight than I had intended (30 lbs. so far). I haven't been able to go to church or even attend a movie in months because I can't sit upright for more than 1/2 hour (I have to stay in a semi-reclined position). I can't shop or take walks — only the minimal amount of movement, or I am left in excruciating pain. THANKFULLY, I live in a one-story home, because stairs are nearly impossible for me! And THANKFULLY, I live in Florida, where I can enjoy the nice warm sunshine at the beach or at the pool on a regular basis, in a reclining lawn chair.

Which brings me to my next point — although the SPD has been a little rough, I have reached a breakthrough as far as the ICP is concerned. Not just a breakthrough — an absolute MIRACLE ! If you haven't read about or experienced ICP (intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy), the condensed explanation is that it is a liver condition (occuring during pregnancy) in which the normal flow of bile is impaired in a woman's body resulting in severe itching, for which there is no relief. Intense, HORRIBLE itching. Maddening! Itching that keeps the victim awake all night. And because the itch is caused from a build-up of bile salts, the scratching doesn't even help — but you can't help but to scratch. As terrible as all of the itching is, however, the risks associated with it are the biggest concern. These risks include hemorrhaging and stillbirth.

This pregnancy is the second time I have had this condition (the first time being with my sixth pregnancy), so when I developed the tell-tale itching, I had no doubt what I was facing — and the fact that there would be no relief in sight until three months later when I would give birth. There is no treatment for this that actually works. Believe me, I have tried EVERYTHING that has ever even been suggested to possibly work. No relief. By the end of that sixth pregnancy, I was honestly having suicidal thoughts — THAT'S how miserable I was. And that's what I had to look forward to — until that “breakthrough” in December.

Somewhere around the time of my birthday , we had a week of very nice weather (which, thankfully, has continued).  In order to combat cabin fever, I began spending as much time as possible outdoors, taking trips to the beach or the neighborhood pool. By my third day outdoors, I noticed that my itching was subsiding significantly. I was actually able to sleep at night (with the intense itching, I had only been able to sleep in 15-20 minutes stretches at a time). Nothing had changed at all, except for my spending time in the sun. I asked Rob if he thought it was possible that sunlight could cure this horrendous condition. He didn't know, but reminded me that when Audrey had jaundice as a baby (another condition involving the liver), she was treated with UV lights, and we were advised to place her in the sunlight several times a day. Hmmm…

I began “googling” for ICP/cholestasis and sunlight, and could come up with nothing; no information anywhere stating a connection. BUT, I did find articles stating that ICP is most common in the months of November-January (the months when people tend to get the least amount of sunlight). I don't think that is a coincidence.

Sunlight works! It really works! I am living proof! Why isn't that information “out there”? And how do I get it out there? If the cure is something *this* simple, then everyone should know. I came upon it “accidentally” because I live in “the sunshine state” — but if the sunshine works, then shouldn't the UV lightboxes also work, for those in colder climates? Obviously, I don't have the resources to do any kind of “studies” or anything — but I wish someone would. How many tiny lives could be saved? How many women could stop the heartache of stillbirth?

So — although I have been struggling with the pelvic pain of SPD, I no longer have any effects of the ICP, except for the occasional mild itching. I want to thank everyone who prayed. Wow! (And please continue to pray that we have warm sunny skies until this baby decides to join us on the outside .)

This is why you will find me on any given day, lounging around the pool. I'm soaking up the sun's rays and biding my time until baby comes (the kids sure aren't complaining). Little school work is getting done (I think I may just take the month of January off and push the school year into June instead). I have a serious case of “nesting” — but the problem is, with the SPD, I can't do much, physically, so Rob is having to “nest” for me — and his cleaning and organizing standards aren't quite the same as mine.

I have my (home)birth kit almost completely put together. The diapers I own are washed and ready. I have additional ones on order. The new car seat (ours had expired) and stroller arrived last week. The co-sleeper is set up. Onesies and sleepers are washed and ready to go (I really hope that the sonographer wasn't wrong when it comes to the gender of the baby! Otherwise I will have a little boy wearing lots of pink!) I think I'm about ready to go (although I keep having this nagging feeling that I'm forgetting something).

The only other news is that Audrey's home, as of December 22nd (we're climbing back on that roller-coaster ride again), and Rey is *finally* getting his speech evaluation (today, actually); we have been trying to get him in since July! (He has a stuttering problem that rivals Mel Tillis). Rob is back to the old grindstone after having 12 days off (spending most of it cleaning the garage). He continues to look for new work.

…I guess that's about all to tell.

My apologies for slacking on blogging, emailing, facebooking, etc. I've been pretty out of touch the last few months, but the aches and pains and fatigue of pregnancy will soon be coming to an end. The end is now in sight, at least. Definitely no more than a few more weeks (and hopefully much sooner!)

I've missed y'all!
God bless!