Thursday, January 31, 2013

Luca's 7 Month Update

This is late. His 7 month birthday was on the 17th. Today is January 31st. It isn't like I've been too busy to get this post up. Seriously. What do I do all day?!

Really, it is because I haven't taken his official 7 month photo. Which means when I one day have a collage of his first year, you will know that the 7 month picture is a fake. You can judge me then.

So even though my first instinct is to put off this post until I take the photo, I know myself and that will mean that it won't get done. Better to be honest, right?

So here goes!


Mood

No real changes here. Of the time he is awake, he is happy about 70% of the time. That is pretty awesome! The other 30% of the time he is cranky. "Bitching and Moaning" is how I usually put it. Not full out crying (although he is starting to do that a little when he is upset/bored/wants my attention). He is just kind of a complainer.


He has become a little sensitive to unexpected changes and noises this past month. One night we had a visitor who came in the house without him seeing, and when she popped up in front of him, he immediately burst into tears and cried for a long while and wasn't easily settled. He also went to his first birthday party and found all of the kids/guests to be a bit overwhelming and burst into tears when someone laughed.

 

Sleep

Still great! He sleeps for 12-13 hours at night (no wakings) and still has 3 naps a day ranging from 1-3 hours each. I thought that by this age he'd be able to tolerate longer periods of being awake, but he still gets cranky and upset if I push him much past the 1.5 hour mark. Little guys loves his sleep! It is really cute though - he has started putting his head down on my shoulder as I sing him a song before bed. He knows his nap is coming and is getting in the mood I guess!

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This is his "I just woke up" face:

Feeding

 

Still trucking alone here with baby led weaning. He loves tangerines, mango, yogurt, apple sauce, beef stew, pears and prunes. He isn't super into meat yet and when we gave him pasta and lasagna, he pretty much just sucked the sauce off and spit out the rest. We are just letting him eat at his own pace so I'm not too stressed about it.

 

 

 
 
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Growth

I haven't weighed him recently but he is definitely getting bigger. Some of our friends say that week to week he seems to look older and bigger! Recently, he has also been sleeping more than usual so I think he has been busy growing while he sleeps!

Aside from physical growth, he is really developing these days. He can sit on his own, stands like a champ (holding our hands) and is purposefully using both hands, passing things back and forth. He also has started to appreciate patterns (i.e. singing Pop Goes the Weasel - he knows when the POP is coming and starts smiling in preparation).

 
 
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Likes and Dislikes

Likes: Eating, practicing crawling, his red plastic spoon, FaceTime with nanny (still a fave), watching videos of himself, bath time, moving all around in his crib and my iPhone.

Dislikes: Having his diaper changed, the time between getting out of the bath and when the food starts flowing, being awake too long, when people sneak up on him, loud noises, sleeping anywhere other than his crib.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Getting Your Face Out There

One of my 2013 goals is to get more of our personal photos up in our house. I always thought it was funny how we spent so much money on our wedding photography but I have always felt too awkward to put them up. Maybe too self-indulgent or something?

I thought we'd start small (and cheap) and use some of the photos we already had printed and I just taped them up on the inside of the door to our basement. That way we can just close it if I get too self-conscious!

Sorry about the colouring. It was night time and I was trying to lighten manually.

Anyways...it's a start. I would like to change up some of the pics (our wedding was over 4 years ago!) but until I print more, this will do!

So your turn - how do you feel about personal photos being displayed in your home?

Monday, January 28, 2013

So Canadian, Eh?!

Today I'm over at Hodge Podge sharing a few tidbits about myself and renovating an old Victorian for the awesome series:

Click on over and check it out!

If you have time, you can also see some other great interviews with Canadians such as Sarah Richardson, Jennifer from Rambling Renovators and Emma from the Marion House Book (to name just a small few).

Special thanks to Barbara for having me!

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Wednesday, January 23, 2013

It's Time For Some Consoling...

A while back I posted some pictures of our mostly-complete front entrance area and I promised I would give you some more details regarding the handmade console table.

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I had seen tables like this before and every time I got close to pulling the trigger, J would say something like "my dad could make that for WAY cheaper". I usually brushed it off because it seemed like too big a project and eventually, I'd want an actual table (and not just the promise of a table).

J persevered and after I found a table during one of my "my baby always screams unless I'm out walking" walks, he actually asked his dad if it could be done. The answer was yes.

Here is the table I found:

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J's dad is an extremely talented welder and he put the base together in a few hours.

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We then picked out a piece of reclaimed wood from Urban Tree Salvage in Scarborough. According to J (I was home with Luca and helped select the wood via text message), the shop had a bunch of great options that could have worked. We ended up picking one that was a bit thinner than originally anticipated, but I liked the idea of it being a little less bulky. Plus the wood we purchased was $21.

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It had a lot of nail holes and knots, but we loved it! We were planning on trimming the rough ends, but once we put it on top of the base, it just worked. No cutting necessary!

Although I loved the gorgeous brown/grey colour, we wanted to get rid of some of the splinters and rough spots. J started with a light sanding, and followed it up with 4 coats of pure tung oil.

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The old, dry wood soaked up the oil like a sponge, which is why we needed 4 coats.

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Here it is still wet:

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So thanks to J and his dad, a few hours of work and about $80 in materials, we have a custom made console table!

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Now...if we just had a woodworker in the family... ;-)

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Monday, January 21, 2013

Luca's Birth Story - The End (No Denying It!)

[This is a super long post that many of you won't care about. If you want to skip, here is the short version. Drove to the hospital. Contractions hurt. Pushed out healthy baby boy. Bliss.]

Okay...so I left off at the point where J and I were driving to the hospital.

We live about 2.5 kms away from the hospital. I'm not going to lie. It was the longest 2.5 kilometres of my life. I think we hit EVERY red light between our house and the hospital (all 6 of them). Between the reds and the traffic, I think I writhed through about 6 contractions.

What is it with the contractions you have in the car? Why are they SO MUCH WORSE than the ones you have at home? It is like some kind of cruel joke - telling a massively pregnant woman to "labour at home" as long as possible and just when she thinks it is time to go to the hospital before it is too late, strapping that massively pregnant woman into a car so she can't move and then ramping the contractions up ten-fold as she sits in traffic. It just isn't fair.

Anyways - we pulled into the parking lot at the hospital and I started walking in as J paid the attendant. He shouted to me "should I grab the bags?" to which I said "no". In my mind, we were just going to get sent home and that moment would be less embarrassing if I didn't have a zillion bags with me.

I was so naive.

Anyways - we checked in and were sent to triage where I paced the waiting room with some other preggos until they finally gave me a room so that I could be monitored.

Now...if I thought strapping me in a car for a 2.5km car ride was bad, I obviously had no idea what it would be like to be strapped to a table for what felt like HOURS while having increasingly painful contractions. It was agony. The nurse told me that I had to be strapped down for about 15 minutes. 15 horrible minutes.

Of course, she came in after 30 minutes only to tell me the monitor wasn't on right and she had to adjust it and the agony continued for another 20 minutes or so. Long story short, that part sucked. We then had to wait for a doctor to come complete the exam and let me know if I was going home or going to a labour and delivery room. As there was no doctor available, we were sent to walk the halls to kill time continue labouring.

Okay so remember when I said that I thought the car was bad, and then that was trumped by being strapped to a table in triage? Yeah. That was a joke compared to walking the halls. It was just like the movies. Walking along until a contraction hit and then I would be grabbing the handrail along the wall, leaning over and saying things like "oh my god" and "I can't do this".

Eventually, we convinced a nurse to examine me and she said that I was 4-5 cm dilated and that I wasn't going home! I was being admitted!!

I was placed in a room while J went to the car to get the bags (haha) and by the time he got back the rest of my family had arrived. They were up at the cottage and I told them not to come yet, but I think the time between calling my sister and letting her know we were going to the hospital and when my mom's foot hit the gas pedal was about .98 seconds. 

It was shortly after that when I met the man of my dreams (sorry, J). No, I'm not talking about Luca. I'm talking about the anethesiologist. What a gem :-)

After all of the stories I'd heard about waiting too long to get the epi, or the doctor being too busy to give you the pain meds, I was lucky and received my epidural pretty quickly after being admitted to my delivery room. Thank goodness. Because seriously? Contractions HURT!

Once I had the epidural, I felt so calm and relaxed. Kind of like this wasn't happening to me. The nurses dimmed the lights and we tried to get some rest (it was about 11 p.m. by this point). Over the next few hours, I was given Pitocin to help my labour progress (I actually refused the drug at first, wanting to just wait it out a bit longer, but since my water had broken at 6 a.m. or something, the doctor seemed concerned about getting things moving), which of course led to Luca's heart rate dropping and me being put on oxygen. That part was a little scary (and of course exactly what I predicted would happen thanks to reading books like this and watching movies like this) but after a few tweaks of the monitor and the drugs, everything was fine.

By about 4 a.m., I started feeling the contractions again. I asked for more drugs (because hey - if you are getting an epi, you may as well not feel anything!). They gave me a bit more, but it didn't work. Crap. That is when the nurse decided to examine me and found that it was GO TIME!

I think this was when I looked over at Jay with a look on my face that said "Holy Sh*t". There was no denying what was happening now. In the next little while, we would have a baby. We would have a son. But first, I had to push him out.

Holy sh*t is right.

(I know this post is long, but I can't be bothered splitting it into another post because it is already way too long...so...sorry).

The nurses were the best. They started bustling around in preparation for the big event. Laying out blankets, pulling out the baby warmer (I think I started feeling a little emotional when that happened)...it all happened very quickly.

They kept the lights dim, looked at me, and pretty much said "push".

Um...now? It's like I didn't put two and two together that I was going to have to bring this baby into the world. I know..such a first timer, right?

So I did it. I pushed and pushed and with the exception of the random doctor who came in, threatening me with an episiotomy (go away!), everything went smoothly! I pushed for just over an hour (so I'm told) and then all of a sudden...he was here.

It was magical.

I don't know how else to explain it. He came out screaming (I should have known then...) with a huge pout on his sweet little face. I remember looking at his little face, looking at J and just laughing. Laughing and crying.

I couldn't believe he was here. And he was mine.

Jay went with him over to the scale/warming station while the nurse checked him out and weighed him.  That was the point when the nurse reminded him to take some photos.**







I thought it was really amazing - Luca was always in my sight. He never left the room. The room stayed nice and dim, the doctors and nurses finished up with me and Luca, swaddled him up and handed him to me.

And then they left. It was just us. My little family of three. My perfect family of three. I couldn't imagine anything better. Well...I could have used my little family and a nice meal (I was starving!) but this was pretty fantastic.

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(both of them were having a hard time keeping their eyes open!)

After J fell asleep, I took a photo of Luca to send to my girlfriends announcing his arrival.

At this point I was EXHAUSTED. It was probably 6 in the morning (maybe 6:30). The room was warm and dark. J and Luca were both sleeping and I had been up all night. Finally, this really sweet nurse came in, took one look at me, grabbed Luca and put him under the warmer to sleep.

Why didn't I think of that?!

Anyhoo - that is about it :-) It couldn't have gone any better and the end result? Perfection.

A few more photos of Luca's birthday once we made it to the recovery room.


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The two men in my life definitely had more sleep than I did!





First bath. Cried the whole time (again, no surprise).


Yep - should've found time to get my hair done before he arrived.

And all dressed ready to go home...

Thanks for following along (I know it took FOREVER to get part 3 up, and it was SUPER wordy and long). I am so lucky that things went so well and that Luca was a happy healthy little baby. Oh and even better? The swelling in my feet started going down almost immediately :-)

** Just for you preggos out there - one of my only regrets about how things went was that I was adamant that we did not have pictures of me giving birth. I thought it would be gross and invasive and that I would be embarrassed. I was SO wrong. I often wish that we had more pictures of the whole process. Even the messy bits. Of course I wouldn't have shown that on the world wide interweb, but it would have been nice to look at them myself. The whole thing went so quickly that I don't remember seeing Luca come out, and I'm afraid I will forget the picture in my mind of what he looked like when he first was placed on my chest. 

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