Little Miss is no longer a baby. She’s offically a toddler now. Its both thrilling and heartbreaking to me. So much has changed since C and I brought her home as a tiny new born who was 100% dependant on us to keep her safe, happy and whole.
The journey Little Miss and I took to get her out safely was a long and often scary road. I had contractions at 20 weeks and then a placental abruption at 26, causing a week long stay at Sunnybrook Hospital in the high risk unit until we were stablized. Once i was released i was on modified bedrest until my water broke at 36 weeks. Even my labour was unusual.
My water broke and there were no contractions for another 4 hrs, then they went from 20 minutes to 2 minutes apart in an hr. I had always told myself when I went into labour I wanted everything to quickly and would use mind over matter to ensure it happened. Didn’t work. Little Miss went into fetal distress and we ended up having an emergency C-section. It was not an easy time for our family. Even the first few weeks post birth were rough with serious medical issues.
When I look back on it all would I change anything? No, because every single one of those moments good or bad have helped shape who Little Miss is as a person and our relationship with her. I wish things had been more easy but not at the risk our family wouldn’t be where it is today.
Every new accomplishment is exciting and something we look forward to witnessing. Even the simple little things like figuring out to push a button a particular way if fascinating to me. Terrifying as well at time but fascinating too. A perfect example of this mixture or awe and fear would be the stairs. Little Miss is a stair climbing pro now and has decided this means she wants to learn how to descend them as well, not on her bum but standing like we do.
I can only imagine what the next year or 5 years or even 10 years wilk bring (probably a lot of grey hairs) but I can wait to see where it all takes us. This is the most important journey we’re taking in our lives; raising a child, and I’m so honoured and proud to have Little Miss as my daughter.
My parents broke up the summer before I turned 10. My Dad was going to be our primary care giver and we all moved half way across the province. It wasn’t as hard an adjustment for my brothers and I as for other since we moved to a small town where we has always spent half the summer and all other school holidays there already. We had lots of friends in the neighbourhood upon moving. Our first Christmas in Smiths Falls my Dad brought us home an 8 week old male orange tabby kitten. We named him Oliver after the Disney movie ‘Oliver and Company’ due to his uncanny resembalance to the title character.
Oliver was the first cat our family had owned in 5 years when our previous kitty left us. He was a family pet, but he was really mine. Oliver slept with me under the covers and no matter what I did he always loved me best. I could even dress him in my doll clothing and he never fought or scratched, he put up with it and still followed me around. I could use him as a pillow occasionally and he enjoyed it and would purr all the while. He and my Dad were buddies and he loved sitting and hanging out with my brothers but if he wanted pampering or was feeling sick it was me he came to.
At the beginning of November he turned 16. He’d gotten old. His hips were creaky and he’d gone a little kooky. Sometimes he wouldn’t recognize me for the first little bit when I would arrive for a visit and even would act like he’d forgotten my Dad at times for a bit. Earlier this month he got sick. He was wheezing and having a hard time breathing so my Dad took him to the vets where Oliver was diagnosed with pneumonia and put on medication for it.
Friday morning my Dad called to say Oliver had died. He got to go at home and not in the vets office. Dad told me he’d been worried and was going to take him back tot he vets office Friday because Thursday Oliver had seemed to be having more trouble than before breathing although he was happy and purring when being pet. From what Dad and my step Mom figure he simply fell asleep and never woke up.
I can honestly say I cried when my Dad told me and even writing this makes me tear up a bit. Oliver was my first real pet and had been alive and with our family for over 3/5th of my life. We’d raised him from a kitten to an adult and taken care of him when he was ill, he truly was a part our family. Dad and my step mom buried him in the back yard under the honeysuckle where he liked to lay and she is making him a little stone marker. Part of me feels guilty that I wasn’t there for his passing, but none of us knew it was going to happen. Dad told me he was worried he might have to make a decision at the vets but knew I had always said if it ever came to that and there was time to let me know so I could be there and I would have been, but this happened with no real warning.
I loved that kitty. I love that kitty. Even though he’s gone doesn’t mean the love I had for Oliver is gone. I hope I’ll always remember him and the many many good memories I have of his time with my family and that soon thinking about him won’t hurt as much and I’ll be abe to smile without tears in my eyes.
Yesterday was a girlfriends daughters 4th birthday. Since it’s so close to Halloween and the majority of the children going were around 4 and up the theme was costumes, any costume you wanted you could wear. I was unsure originally if we would be able to go because this past week Little Miss managed to give herself a minor concussion and things had been fairly rough for her with the headaches and fussies. Happily Little Miss was up and about and feeling good yesterday so we were able to dress her up and go to the party.
Little Miss wasn’t the only baby/toddler at the party. Jay was there dressed in a Tinker Bell costume and another friend (Ti) had her daughter dressed as Sleeping Beauty, it even lit up along the skirt,and her son as Scooby Doo. Little Miss was dressed as Cinderella and Besties son Jor was an army ranger. Cas, the birthday girl, was a pink cowgirl and there was a little witch and even the odd parent dressed up. Ti’s fiance even dressed up as a baby for a bit of it.
Keeping a room full of babies, toddlers and little kids entertained is not easy. Games are too mature for the littlest in the bunch and due to all the other kids bopping around toys don’t help in keeping the littlest distracted for long. The older kids did get to play hot potatoe and musical chairs as well as getting to paint giant pictures. It was fun to watch Little Miss’s fascination with the other children. She loves babies and other kids so for her yesterday was a blast.
Ti’s mother makes cakes and for thwarted birthday made an absolutely delicious strawberry shortcake one for the party. It looked as if it was for a bakery. Little Miss even had a few bites of cake only after I had scooped of the whipped icing. The kids got pizza to eat beforehand as well as chocolates and chips to snack on.
Unfortunately Little Miss and I had to leave a bit early to catch our bus home so we didn’t get to see all over the presents opened but Cas definitely got a good haul of a variety of toys, not just Barbies and Bratz. In fact, one of her gifts was a fish tank with hermit crabs which absolutley thrilled her.
I always feel a twinge of sadness for kids whose birthdays happen to fall on or almost on big holidays and celebration days. It seems that so often the birthday ends up eclipsed by all the rest going on.
Vi did a great job of making sure the party was fun and incorporated Halloween into it well so that people didn’t feel as if it was an extra effort. It also was nice for the kids to have a reason to wear their costumes before the big day.