Monday, 28 January 2008

Three Momths



Dear Beatrice and Gabriel

Yesterday you turned 3 months old. What a busy month you have had!

You were very lucky, and so were dad and I, to have your great aunt Mary Jean come and visit for two weeks. It is always amazing to see how other family reacts to you two. She would sit all day holding one of you and enjoying your every movement and breath. I haven’t watch you that closely other than to make sure your breathing or don’t have a fever, all the things that Moms worry about. But to watch her just get a kick out of you reminded me to do the same. So I have been paying close attention.

Gabe this month you turned over. I think it was a bit of an accident because you haven’t done it since but I watched you do it. I had gone to a reunion of the Mommys from the nursery and had put you down in the play-pen. The bumper pads had black and white pictures of geometric shapes and you were mesmerized. You strained your neck to look at them and eventually pulled yourself all the way over to have a better look. Once you were on your tummy with your arm trapped under you you got upset and started to cry. I was proud and showed you off. You have also started to find your voice. Bea has always been the very vocal one but this month, in fact this week, you have started ‘talking’. Lots of ‘goos’, ‘agoos’ and ‘doos’. It is so nice to hear your little elf voice. In a couple of days we have your doctors appointment to find out when your surgery will be. Your dad and I can’t wait for all of this to be over but at the same time I don’t want to ever leave you at the hospital again. The idea that you may suffer at all is painful to me. I just try to keep in mind how much more comfortable you will be when this is finally all over.

Bea, you are still charming everyone with your comedy. You make everyone laugh with all your busyness and noise. You are our little Raptor. Some of your sounds are exactly like the Raptors in the movie Jurassic Park. You are also VERY cuddly and want to be snuggled all the time. The baby development books all say that some babies start laughing by 3 months. As much as your dad and I try to make you and Gabe laugh, you guys just aren’t there yet but a couple of days ago you started laughing in your sleep. It makes perfect sense that my little comedian is making herself laugh in her dreams. It was the most amazing sound and I want to hear it again. I just wish I knew what you were dreaming about.

You are both growing like crazy and this month you actually grew out of clothes. I have had to start a pile of clothes to pass on to newer babies which is strange because for what felt like ages I had the freshest babies around.

And like every month I am sure for the rest of my life, I can’t believe how much I love you.

Mama

Wednesday, 23 January 2008

When it rains...it pours..

Although I haven't left a lot of details of the stresses of the past few couple of months I have left small morsels to whet the pallet if misery is the company you seek. But to brighten your day really things are ok and we are actually looking towards more sleep and some modicum of sanity again. The only real fear at this point is that on February 1st we have a follow up appointment with general surgery at Sick Kids to schedule the next and final (fingers crossed) procedure for Gabe. I am sooooo excited about this appointment!! To finally get this all over with and have a regular normal baby again brings me unending peace and joy. Getting through the procedure itself will be very stressful, he will be in the hospital for 4 or 5 days and will have to go without food for a couple of those....if you can imagine the nightmare of NOT feeding you 3 month old for a couple of days. Not to mention trying to spend time at the hospital when you have another infant to deal with. I don't want to expose Bea to the germs and illnesses you can catch at a hospital while visiting her brother. I guess there is no point in getting too worried about it until I actually know whats going on.


BUT thats not all. To add insult to injury we had yet another HUGE stress this month. The dear love of my life went and TOTALLED the car. Yes, he turned it into a mass of bent metal and walked away pretty much uninjured, thank god (small 'g' because really, it was the airbags that 'saved' him) .





I can't pass the drivers test but some stupid tart pulled out in front of him without looking, making a left. Dear husband smashed into her drivers side door crumpling the door around her and trapping her in the car. Lucky the door had only crumpled around her clothing and has missed flesh. They should've left her there and made her fend for herself, trying to tear and remove the clothing with her stupid teeth but this is a major city and they need their roadways. Besides her husband was in the car too and probably would've complained. The point of this story is that we have had to go car shopping with the smallest of small insurance paid for rentals that doesn't fit car seats. My darling husband is tall enough that he just barely fit in the car without removing the drivers seat and driving from the back seat so the idea of cramming two huge infant carseats in too was out of the question. So almost a full week of lost wages later and shopping around we are now the very cool owners of a MINIVAN!!! The sexy beast that the father of my children is, he just kicked it up a notch by driving a MPV with two car seats in it. Too bad for you ladies, he's taken!!