Sunday, March 22, 2009

Poor Pig-Pig

When I walked into Mrs. Y's to pick you up after work yesterday, the stench hit me like a ton of bricks. I smelled vomit. When you saw me, you didn't come zipping over as usual, clap your hands or even jump up and down. All you could do was smile. You didn't have the energy or any zip left.

Mrs. Y said you refused to eat anything all day. When you finally drank some milk you vomited it all up almost instantly. I gathered you and the soiled clothes up and headed home. On the short ride home, you will usually blabber about your day. If I turn around and play peek-a-boo you normally will cackle but yesterday, it took a lot out of you just to grin and show your jack-o-lantern teeth in the car.

When we got home, I took your temperature and you had a fever. I was drawing you a bath because you smelled like vomit still and I heard you cry. Daddy brought you in the bathroom because you vomited again. When I took off your clothes and diaper, you had the worst smelling watery diarrhea too. He cleaned up the carpet while I bathed you. We still don't know what bodily fluid was all over the carpet because it was coming out of both ends.

You wouldn't even eat a cracker which was shocking because you normally eat anything handed to you. You even try to eat books and plastic toys. We knew you were sick so I went ahead and called off work. It turned out to be a good decision because you work up crying around 12am and you'd thrown up again in the crib.

As I stumbled out of your room in the middle of the night, I felt wetness seeping out of your diaper onto my arm. I changed your stinky diaper in the dark and when I was trying to wipe you, you screamed like never before. You flailed your little arms and your hands shook like leaves. I turned on the light and your little jay-jay was as red as a fire engine from the bad diarrhea. I felt awful, the wipes must have really burned. Daddy woke up from your cries and helped strip your crib while I tried to comfort you. You kept gagging and drooling. I offered you some G2 Gatorade and you gulped it down like you'd been in the desert for a week. I stayed up with you for over a couple of hours. You actually felt so bad you snuggled with me on the couch. You never want to snuggle anymore, you are too busy exploring the world. Places to go and people to see!

You haven't drank any milk since yesterday but that's okay. You do want Pedilyte and Gatorade. You held down some dry toast and banana this morning so I think you are on the mend. You had us worried though because when you refuse to eat, we know something is VERY wrong. Hope you are back to you little Pig-Pig self tomorrow.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Have I Told You Lately

Dear Chloe,

A lot of times I write about what you have accomplished. I haven't written about how I feel a lot. It was a big adjustment becoming a mother especially since the first 30years of my life was spent childless. I was selfish. I could do anything I wanted, at any time. If I was tired I took a nap, if I was hungry I ate. People would tell me life would never be the same after giving birth but they didn't tell me why or how.

I'm not the same person, I've become a mother. Your needs are more important than my own. I haven't slept in past 7am since your birth, there have been weeks when I haven't had the time to shave my legs and I have 2 inch growth, there are days I come home from work and I'm starving and tired but you must have a bath and get fed first. I can no longer go shopping whenever I please, I learned this a month or so ago. We got a late start and shopping/paying bills overlapped into your nap time. When we got home, an hour later than normal nap time, you refused to take one. That night, you were so overly tired, you fought sleep. It took me almost an hour to get you down. I vowed to never again miss your nap time. That means that I must get errands done between 8-11am or 2-5pm. If you told me three years ago that I had to have special shopping hours, I'd say you were cuckoo.

I have more appreciation for my mother now. I can understand other women when they tell stories or talk about their children. Before, I was just listening. I couldn't understand because I hadn't given birth. I never have loved a being so completely and deeply as you. From the moment I wake up to the deep sigh as I fall asleep, I think of you. In the middle of the night, I sometimes will listen to you coo and snore through the baby monitor and smile. You are the most precious thing in my life no matter how many sacrifices I make to be a good mom.

The last year has gone by the fastest in my life. Too fast, I wish I could go back in time and rock baby Chloe. You won't be still for more than 10 seconds now. You have two modes, full speed and sleep. You remind me of a puppy in that way. There are moments that will be frozen in my mind forever. The sweet moments of being a Mom, like last week when I picked you up from Mrs Y's. When I walked in the door and you saw me, you clapped your hands and grinned like I was a rock and roll star entering the arena. So, Chloe Jade, I just want you to know I will always be your number one fan too.

All My Love,

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Birthday Girl

Phew! It's been a busy month, full of parties for the birthday girl. Your Auntie Val flew down to spend your first Valentine's Day with you. We went over to Grammie Penny's on Valentine's and all ate dinner together. You are going through a clingy/fearful stage now. When we walked in Grammie's house, Auntie was very happy to see you. Grammie and Val were staring and fawning over you and got nervous. You started to cry, maybe you knew I was going to leave you overnight. You saw the car packed full. It's like moving when I pack up your things to spend the night. Your highchair, your playpen, your toys, your food, your diaper bag. You calmed down and we ate dinner and then you were ready for bed. You love to sleep. Because you have to wake up early to go to Mrs. Y's you are ready for bed at 6:30pm sharp.

I was worried about how you'd react when you woke up the next morning at Grammie Penny's. You haven't had a sleepover at her house before. My sister said she her you babbling at 6:30am, your normal wake up time. She made you a bottle and walked in to get you out of the playpen. It was still dark and she spoke to you, "Good Morning, Baby Chloe! What a good baby sleeping through the night." She said you were a happy camper, kicking your little legs with glee when she scooped you up. Val and I sound alike and we are smaller in frame so we probably feel similar in the dark too. When she took you into the living room and laid you in her lap to give you your morning baba, you looked up at saw her face. You flipped out. I guess you thought it was some twlight zone movie. You felt like my Mommy and sounded like my Mommy but you don't look like my Mommy. NOT MY MOMMY! AAAAAHHHH! She said you cried for about 15 minutes and then realized it was going to be okay. The rest of the day went great. They took you on a stroller ride to the park and you loved the swings. You ate well and even took a long nap. You never cried again during that visit. Auntie Val even taught you how to click your tongue. For about three days after she left, you walk around the funiture clucking your tongue.

Your cousin Emma had a birthday the next weekend. When I got off work on Saturday, we went and celebrated Emma's day. I think you and Emma will be close. Emma had received lots of presents but she just wanted to play with you.


As I snapped pictures of you and Emma, she then decided to be the photographer. She had new Polly Pockets, Barbies and stuffed animals to play with but would rather take pictures.


Last Thursday, Poppa Walt and Grandma Inge had a breakast birthday for you. Once again, when we walked in the door, you started to cry. I assured you I wasn't leaving you. We ate breakfast, Grandma Inge bought your favorite mandarin oranges but I wanted you to eat some quiche and french toast first. You ate that well and when I opened your oranges and put them on your highchair tray, you clapped your hands with delight. I have worked with you a lot with clapping your hands. It's hard, you'd clap your tummy for weeks. But now, you are coordinated enough to get your hands together. You'll clap your hands now when you are excited about something and I've also taught you to "give me five".



For your birthday, I bought us Baltic amber necklaces. Baltic amber is a natural teething remedy. Finally, you have a third tooth popping through. A giant top front tooth. You have broken several of my silver necklaces because you try to use them as teething relief. You love my Amber necklace and are constantly gnawing on it while strangling me. People are shocked you don't rip of your necklace. You don't bother it, sometimes you put it in your mouth but you don't pull on it.


After opening presents and eating a big breakfast, you were ready for a nap. Poppa was holding you and rocking you in his recliner and to my shock you fell asleep in his arms. You have only fallen asleep on MawMaw or I, maybe you knew Poppa was family. Regardless, you took a two hour nap in his arms.

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Your Baby Einstein cupcakes turned out great and I made Baby Einstein chocolate chip cookies for MawMaw's birthday for you. I'll have to write about that later. As I was typing you got my coffee cup and tried to sneak a sip. You act like a big girl, want nothing to do with sippy cups. You want the real deal. You can't control the amount of fluid that comes out of a mug yet and you just poured half a mug of coffee all over the table and floor. You little rascal!

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