Archive | August 2012

Playing Catch Up

A very busy last week or so. Little Miss made a few huge leaps developementally and her newest cousin (through some familial jumping) was born. I also started the next phase in my fitness plan. Little Miss and I did a mini disappearing act around the house this past weekend and did a lot of visiting and wondering in downtown Toronto.

Little Miss has been crawling for just over a month now and a few weeks ago got her first tooth. It was her upper left side tooth and a few days later the corresponding right side tooth barely broke through the gums only to go back up into hiding. Now it’s just under the surface clearly visable but not yet ready to come out. I imagine that she’ll look like a mini vampire when it stops being so shy. This past weekend she also turned 7 months. The leaps Little Miss accomplished were all in the last week and pretty impressive when I know that just a day or two before she mastered them she needed quite a bit of support. Little Miss can now sit up on her own, she can go from lying on her back to crawling to sitting or in the reverse all without assistance.  She’s even started leaning back on her knees trying to get up along the couches. I’m very very very proud and happy and impressed but also surprised about how quickly it seems that she’s coming along at times. She also is now no longer the youngest baby in the family as her little cousin (once removed) was born last week.

So in a previous post I wrote about finally starting to actively get back in shape and to be honest I didn’t do it every day like I had hoped. Chasing a crawler just didn’t always make it workable. I still have been doing it though and this week I added a new element, the gym. My gym costs a bit more per month then others around us but with all the classes and extras it’s worth it. Until Little Miss turns 6 as long as I have a membership she gets free access to their facilities and priority in classes, like her swimming lessons. To me that’s great, they also offer a baby sitting service during the day. It’s not a drop off centre by any means, you have to stay in the building and book ahead to make sure they have available space. They only take 3 children at the most and non older then 3 in the room Little Miss goes to. I have been scoping the place out for a bit and even after I started taking her to them before her swimming lessons I would stay in the room or be just down the hall. I never book for onger then an hour and usually if I have left it’s been to go to the coffee shop and get a coffee before coming right back. I have been talking with ‘Lala’ since early July and have a pretty good idea of who she is when it comes to children, I’ve seen how the toddlers run to her in excitement when they get to the room and it definitely helps with any anxious feelings I’ve had. This week I left Little Miss in the baby sitting room while I went to the gym. I’m not jumping into anything extreme but I have to start somewhere and so far feel like this is a good start, it helps that I can go during the day without having to wait for ‘C’ to get home.

Last Thursday ‘C’s brother came over for the night so they could have man time and he could see Little Miss, when ‘C’ woke up he did not feel good. He was sick and ended up coming home early Friday. Little Miss and I had gone over to Bestie’sto visit and another girl friend came over with her 4 month old as well. We all ended up spending the day in the shade playing with or watching the babies play together or stare eachother down. ‘C’ doesn’t get sick often but when he does it’s pretty bad. Saturday was worse then Friday, he was feverish and had body aches all over. I took Little Miss backk out for the day to Bestie’s where we had a birthday party to go to and kept her over there until close to bed time. I feel bad when ‘C’ is sick but since the RSV and all the complications and Little Miss’s heightened susceptibility to even a common cold needing medical intervention I wasn’t going to stay home and risk exposing her to his germs. I was mean and made him fend for himself. Even on Sunday when he was a little better then Saturday, but being mostly dead is an improvement from dead so I still kept her away.

Tuesday evening Sassy (previously ‘S’) and I went to a concert at the Molson Amphitheatre. We saw Kelly Clarkson and The Fray. I love pop music, it’s happy and bouncy for the most part and something I feel guilt free listening to in front of Little Miss. Sassy has had a rough year, if you’ve read any of my previous posts you’ll know she lost her son at 23 weeks after he was born early and survived for only 12 minutes. Then on top of that her relationship with the father fell apart and he’s since then started harassing her. She needed a night out and Kelly Clarkson is really pretty great for those ‘You’re better off without him’ type songs. The show start at 7 on the dot and didn’t end until 11. It was a late night but very fun. We got to sing along to most of the songs and all the artists were very interactive witht he crowd; coming into the audience to sing and shake hands.  The fact that we got I.D’d 4 times was also pretty awesome, always is flattering I think.

Little Miss has been teething lately, I think on her lower jaw this time. She’s showing all the usual signs as well as whenever she’s able she’s been dropping her chin onto any surface she can and sort of grinding her gums together. Then this morning she woke up sick. ‘C’s germs proved strong enough to still get to her. She’s coughing with a bit of a phlegmy wheeze to it and had a little faucet nose. She’s not impressed. Last night she couldn’t get comfortabel unless she was lying on one of us. It made for a long night trying to cat nap with a wiggly sick baby on my chest, I’m just glad we have the baby rail up so when I managed to lay her down I didn’t roll off the bed.

Kitty Love

Little Miss loves the kitties. When she’s hanging outon or in her various toys and whatnots if one meanders into her orbit she’s ecstatic. She goes off on a burble giggle fest reach for them or if she was free ranging it crawling for all her might to them. Sometimes they let her catch them and others they almost play along walking slowly enough she’s chasing them. It’s hilarious to watch and I’m pretty sure they are the reason she’s been able to crawl for almost a month.

This is from the weekend and Bright-Eyes was lounging above Little Miss and I on the love seat, of course she was spotted and Little Miss just had to touch. Bright-Eyes let her goober and slobber on her as well as paw and tug a little on her. This picture was taken just before Bright-Eyes decided she was done playing with the baby and hopped on to the floor.

Chocolate Chip Cake from Scratch

I’ve been playing with a few different recipes lately and this is one I’ve finished and made with both Pastry Flour and All Purpose.

Ingredients

1. Egg

2. 1/2 Butter (I tried with margerine, but butter just works best)

3. 1/2 Cup Sugar

4. 1 1/2 Cups Pastry Flour

5. 1 Tsp Vanilla

6. 1/2 Tsp Baking Powder

7. 1 Cup Your choice of Chocolate Chip (I used butterscotch one time, still very tasty)

*Note, if you’re using All Purpose Flour add 1 Tsp salt and 2 Tsp Baking Powder

Making The Batter

1. Set Oven to 400 degrees

2. Blend together egg, sugar, vanilla and softened butter.

3. Add Baking Powder and stir

4. Pour in milk mixing gently

5. Add in chocolate chips

6. Add flour and stir

In a lightly greased cake pan or cupcake pan pour in batter leaving about a 1/3 of the tin empty for rising. Place in oven on medium to high shelf for 20-25 minutes depending on your oven. Remove from oven and let cool before decorating.

Make The Choice

Since the new year there have been tons of news stories about breast feeding vs. formula and which is the best option. New York City’s mayor has even gotten in on the debate and some hospitals rush to put a baby on formula. I know not all hospitals are like that and are very pro breast milk. People fromm both sides of the debate are stating their opinions and the whys behind them.

I knew as soon as I foundout we were pregnant I was going to do everything in my power to breast feed. Costs alone make it a smart choice while you’re still adjusting to a smaller family incame than when both ‘C’ and I were working full time. It also is supposed to have many health benefits and immunity boosters so I figured why not.

Little Miss came into this world in a blaze or drama, worry and doctor administered drugs. Due to all these factors it wasn’t until she was nearly 3 hours old that I was able to open my eyes let alone hold her. She was also nearly 4 weeks early. We had latching problems from the get go. Over the next 2 weeks we visited the breast feeding clinic at Sunnybrook Hospital 4 times after we were discharged. Things were starting to get better, we still had to pump sometimes because her jaw wasn’t strong enough but she was on the breast maybe 50% of her feeds.

Then we ended up at the Hospital for Sick Children for a week with Little Miss in an oxygen box for most of it. She couldn’t be taken out with her breathing nearly stopping and her oxygen levels becoming dangerously low. After that we were strictly bottle feeding her breast milk. I had to pump in the beginning every 4 hours for a total of 6 times a day to establish a solid milk supply. It was inconvient and sometimes very uncomfortable. Unlike breast feeding you can’t just bring a pump into bed with you like you do a baby. You have to sit up and then wash and sterilize it all as well as store the milk. It’s a process.

Since that hospital visit 6 months ago I’ve kept it up now only pumping 5 times a day and come september probably will drop another. As we slowly introduced food I don’t need to make as much. As I said early it can be very inconvient but at times was fairly handy. I always knew how much she was getting and never had to guess, which was especially important for the first few weeks post hospital but also meant I always knew when I needed to do it and could work my schedule around it in the early days since how many places do you really go with a sickly newborn, right?

My pumps have all been travel friendly and I’ve taken them with me to friends houses and all the way to Ottawa. Last week my friend ‘S’ who I mentioned lost her son at 23 weeks after 12 minutes of fighting to breathe had to go back to Sunnybrook Hospital for a Biopsy on her cervix. Little Miss and I went with her so she wasn’t alone before or after. It was a small proceedure before the actual removal next month. Since she was feeling up to it and didn’t want to go home we decided to go to the Eaton Centre and wonder around as well as do lunch and a bit of baby shower shopping. I had brought the pump in case something like that was what we decided to do.

The Eaton Centre has been undergoing massive renovations over the last few years including a new modernized food court with new washrooms. Just outside the entrance to the women’s washroom is a nursing room with an externally locked door you have to buzzed into. Now, I fully understand and appreciate this, it protects women who are feeling vulnrable from prying eyes and gives them a quiet and calm place to settle a child for feeding. I had to pump while we were there. It was time and Little Miss needed more milk. I had two choices; use a handicapped stall in a busy dirtier washroom or go into the Nursing room where there’s a cleaner environment and more privacy. I decided of course on the NUrsing room, or how else would I be able to give my daughter a fresh bottle knowing it had been pumped in a toilet stall.

I buzzed at the door and was asked where my child was. They obviously have a camera watching the door. I calmly told them she was with her aunt in the food court and I needed to pump. The man at the other end told me ‘No, you must have a child and need to breast feed.’ A fair enough reply when you think about it until I said she can’t latch and I pump to give her milk and had to do so then. I still got a ‘No.’ I don’t normally threaten people and still don’t threaten the gaurd, I just said he didn’t want the public fallout from when I called the news stations and told them he, his company and the Eaton Centre were discriminating against a mother for trying to feed her child. Mean I know, but effective. I was quickly allowed in and went into a private room within the Nursing area to pump. No one was bothered and I got to give Little Miss fresh milk.

In a world where breast feeding is constantly stated as being the best choice and if you can’t do it directly pumping is the next best choice why are people, both men and women so negative against it? People give me strange looks when they find out and ask why I haven’t just switched to formula or I get treated differently when I say I still need the same basic treatment somewhere in order to pump as a mother does to feed. Why in a time where women have the option of pumping to still provide breast milk if the baby can’t or won’t latch are we treating them liek lesser beings? Do you know how hard it is and how dedicated you have to be to do it full time for more then a few days/weeks? It’s literally blood, sweat and tears at times and I would like to think somewhere someday people will stand up and say ‘Good job for trying’. It isn’t easy and people shouldn’t be making it any harder on them for making that choice and choosing to stick with it.