About Me

Alberta, Canada
What's My Deal? - - - There is so much to say, but I will give you the basics in regards to this blog. I am a Canadian 20 something woman married to a wonderful man, and we are the parents to our wondeful son who was born in the fall of 2010. As you will read, I am a supporter of breastfeeding, baby wearing, co-sleeping, cloth diapering, and so much more, but mostly learning about babies! Oh, and I also love reading blogs and playing jigsaw online!!! I blog to share things that I have learned, read, heard and experienced.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Meet my Son: Sutton William Bond

I was going to do a post on Thursday night (Nov 18), but wanted to wait until Friday to update a picture of me at 40 weeks exactly....I didn't ever get the photo of my pregnant belly, but I did get a photo of my son!

Sutton William Bond
Born: Friday, November 19,2010
Time: 10:45am
Weight: 6lbs, 5oz
Length: 18.5"

I am currently typing with 1 hand as I am nursing, so I will share his birth story and our experience at a later date. For now, I will just share some photos!!


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Maternity Photos

Here are some of the Maternity Photos we had done!
I LOVE them!!!!  There were so many to choose from, so it was really hard, here are a few we choose.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

A Night at Emerg, and Not for a Baby!

So, it's been 3 days since I have been on maternity leave now.  Busy and lazy days all at once.
Tonight was a doozy though....Alan came home from work at around 10pm, this is when I woke up from my nap.  Actually, Kobe had woken me up a little earlier, than I was having some pre-labour cramping.  All was fine though, of course I thought I was in labour, but that wasn't the case...as it's usually not.

Anyway, from bed, I asked Alan to put my ring away for me, that's when I went to take it off, and it was stuck.  This wasn't anything but new for me. I don't normally wear my rings though because my knuckles are huge and sometimes I loose layers of skin when removing them. (They are sautered together), but I had a lunch date, and wanted to wear them!  Good enough reason don't you think?

After trying it wouldn't come off, no way was it coming off.  I started freaking out....naturally.  Alan and I googled some tips, and we tried, ice, soap, elevating the hand, Windex, etc.  I then asked him to cut if off, and he said he didn't have anything here.
He suggested we go to the fire department as it would be better than emerg, at the inter-city hospital (closest).  So, we loaded up Kobe (not sure why...) and headed to the fire department.  Turns out we didn't know where it was.  There was an accident on the road we were travelling on, and I suggested we ask the firemen there where the fire station was, as surely they would know...wouldn't they.  Turns out they did.  The one guy came across to my side of the car, and felt the ring and my finger and says "That is really stuck, and your finger is really swollen"  Ya, no shit!  hahaha  Good thing, he wasn't too hard to look at.  They were wrapping things up on the accident scene, so 2 of them went back to the station, and Alan, Kobe and I followed.  We went in, and they tried, literally for an hour to do what they could.  They mainly tried the dental floss trick.  My finger got worse and worse, and they asked what the "trauma" was from.  I guess my finger looked bruised, although it wasn't.  The rest of the guys came back, and all agreed that they wouldn't be able to help me, as they couldn't get their tool under the ring and on my skin, so they said I would have to go to the hospital.  The entire time I was there, I was shaking, my entire body, and I wasn't cold, I think I was just freaking out a little.  Alan was sweet though, he was still in his work clothes, and had his Gerber on him which did help to string the dental floss through, and he rubbed my shoulder the whole time.

So, off to emerg, with a quick back track home to drop Bitey off.

We went to triage, (after both of us going mental trying to find a way into the hospital, at night, in the inter-city, with sick people everywhere.  It was really scary!)  So, she tells me to have a seat, but also asks if I want my finger looked at.  I said no, I just want the damn ring cut off.  She then asked about the trauma.....WHAT TRAUMA!!!!  So, "Cory" the RN comes over, and looks at it, and doesn't even know if he will be able to get his tool under the ring to cut it off.  Eventually he does, and it hurt like a MoFo let me tell you.  It was a great opportunity to breathe through the pain and try to relax.  hahaha.  He cuts out a piece, and then it still doesn't come off, I now have 2 sharp pieces of gold slicing through me, so he cuts another, and nothing.  Alan suggests a better place to cut it.  By this time, I was so annoyed, and his tool had cut part of my palm as well.  So, he does what Alan says, and I am DYING of pain, the ring was slicing into my finger cutting it, and I also had no feeling in my finger.  My circulation was getting real low.  Then, all of a sudden, my ring is flying across the room, both the wedding and engagement, and the other few pieces cut from it.  We gather it all up, and I am good to go.  I have a nice size cut on my finger from the sharp edge digging into me, and his tool slicing through my hand as well.

Immediately I felt relief and was so happy, then I cried because my ring is literally destroyed.  I am sure it can be fixed....but don't know if I will.  After all, I don't have a job anymore, and I don't think it will be cost cheap, and am terrified to ever put it on again!  I left the hospital with a biohazard bag of ice, and pee cup with ring remnants in it.

On the way home, I looked at Alan and said "Only me eh?"  He agreed!
I still can't bend my finger, it's still swollen, and Alan told me not to try, and of course I want to so much now!  I better go to bed.  It is times like tonight, when a nice drink would be lovely!!!

Check out the action.  I couldn't take any pics of the fire station or the hospital of course, but here is what I did get....

Here I am back in bed, thinking there is no way out of this without cutting off my finger!

Leaving the hospital, the swelling has SIGNIFICANTLY gone down at this point.  A side profile pic would make anyone sick, my knuckle is so swollen, and feels like if I pricked it, it would leak fluid.

My precious ring, in 5 pieces....The 3 little pieces are the underneath part of the band, and the other 2 are the engagement and wedding band.

Monday, November 8, 2010

38 Weeks and Waiting...

Well, 38 weeks, and waiting. Could be today, could be weeks away still.  The waiting game is killing me.  Today was the first day of my Maternity Leave (I should apply for EI I guess).  I woke up at my normal time, as I had my regular weekly appointment.  All went well.  I hadn't gained any weight, other than a few ounces or something meaningless like that, since last week anyway.
The anticipation really is killing me though.  Other than feeling 38 weeks pregnant, I am healthy and feel well. I have a lot of pressure and cramping, and sleeping is a hit and miss activity for me. 

I have noticed a lot of changes in my body and constantly think I am in labour.  Every new movement, pain or stretch makes me think this is the beginning.  And it is, just not REAL labour.  Hard when I don't know exactly what to expect.  I have been told when it happens, I will know, and I  know this,  but it still irritates me.  Alan is waiting very impatiently too.  The other night in bed, he says to me "13 more days until your due date"  I had no idea he was counting.  Maybe he is just anticipating his week off work!  haha  He is no longer allowed to work out of town.  The overtime would be great as he suprised me earlier in the week by announcing...so casually.... that he bought a new toolbox.  I can see him taking the little one on a shop tour and stopping to show him all the new drawers of his box and explaining the tools he loves so much!  Alan also commented the other day that I am a lot more happier these days and my mood throughout the pregnancy has been great.  He was really suprised that I haven't at all been a raging hormonal bitch. Looks like men also only hear horror stories about pregnant women and childbirth.   The next person who tells me their horrible story, I am going to simply tell them to "shut it".

I have decided which photos from our professional shoot I am going to purchase, and will post them as soon as I have them in a digital form.

Here are a couple pics, the most recent anyway, at 38w0d.  (Fri, Nov 5th)

Mind the quality though, it seems to Alan that the best way to take a photo is to do it as quick as possible, focusing is optional, as is waiting for the flash to fully go off.  I look especially tiny in this pic.  Although everyone constantly says I look tiny.  I've really only gained belly weight, nothing elsewhere.  Which I think is a good thing anyway!  I am measuring well though, am healthy and the doctor isn't at all concerned, so all is good!

Perhaps the next blog I do, will contain pictures of my son????