YAY for Toddler Talking! (GP#20)

We’ve struggled with toddler talking.  I’ve spent a lot of time wondering if there was something that I was doing (or wasn’t doing) that was causing toddler talking to just not really happen.  I’ve tried getting Norton into Baby Signs DVDs so that maybe he’ll use his little hands to communicate since words aren’t really happening.  Of course, that leads to feelings of inadequacy and wondering if it’s my own short comings that are inhibiting toddler communication. [Read more…]

Saving Cute Toddler Clothes – Gratitude Project Day 19

Norton is a bleeder.  Seriously, I have never seen a kid manage to bust his mouth anywhere near  as much as Norton.  It’s like he keeps catching his lip on his teeth or something.  Fortunately, we’ve somehow always managed to have this kind of thing happening when either I’m able to stop it quickly, or he’s just wandering about in a diaper.  His cute toddler clothes have always been safe… just by dumb luck, I guess.  At least, his cute toddler clothes have always been safe until last night.  That was when Norton tripped over the dog, smacked his mouth, and started bleeding like a faucet. [Read more…]

Toddler Diaper Rash Help and a Happy Heiny – GP#17-18

I know that I have things to be grateful for.  And darn it if I’m not so busy enjoying those things that I’m spending more time being happy than writing about it.

Day 17  – Once again, I’m grateful for our medical system.  Norton has been dealing with a nasty diaper rash, and it’s not a typical toddler diaper rash.  It started out irritated from the acidity of his poo, which was just icky for a couple of days.  And then I never could get that toddler diaper rash to ease up.  Since we’ve been mainly using cloth diapers pretty much since Norton’s birth, any time he’s had some sort of redness on his bum it’s cleared up within a day or two, and it’s never been the kind of rashes that my friends have spoken of.  But this was a whole different beast of a toddler diaper rash.  I used Boudreaux’s Butt Paste on it, and it helped, but didn’t completely nuke the rash.  (I used a flushable liner in the diapers so the cream wouldn’t get on the cloth diaper; Butt Paste may be great for diaper rashes, but it’s not really meant to go with using cloth diapers.)  Then I started trying good old fashioned baby powder.  That helped, but it didn’t make it all go away. [Read more…]

Gratitude Project Days 12 – 16

So, wow.  I totally slacked off on the daily gratitude project posting.  As far as I’m concerned, though, I have the best reason in the world for not bothering with gratitude project posts… or any other sort of blogging, for that matter… for the last four days.

I was too busy enjoying the things that I’m grateful for to write about them.  I’m okay with that. [Read more…]

Dreams during Pregnancy are Just That – Dreams. GP#11

If you’ve been pregnant, it’s safe to assume that you’ve experienced crazy dreams during pregnancy.  Dreams during pregnancy can run the gamut – they can be funny, scary, optimistic, disturbing, or just plain weird.  I’m definitely no stranger to the crazy dreams during pregnancy phenomenon.

And that’s why the subject of today’s Gratitude Project post is this: I’m grateful for waking up.

Last night’s pregnancy related dreams were odd.  I have had odd television cross over dreams before (like when I dreamt that Seven of Nine of Star Trek: Voyager had threatened to assimilate Jay of “Jay and Silent Bob” fame for repeat sexual harassment… but don’t ask me how they ended up on Voyager in the first place).  However, my television cross over dreams have never before involved puppets.

Yes, I said puppets.

Last night I dreamt of Muppets, Sesame Street, and CSI’s “Doc Robbins” and Dr. Ray Langston.  And The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

It gets weirder.  You see, The Count was Dr. Frank-N-Furter, and Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy were Brad and Janet.  Zoey was Magenta, and Abby was Columbia.  Riff Raff was played by Oscar the Grouch.

And there was a murder (maybe the murder of Eddie? It was “off dream”), so Dr. Ray and Doc Robbins were there investigating.

Like most of my very odd television dreams, I was not in this one.  How strange is it to not even be in your own dreams?  It was just passive viewing, like watching the television.

And beyond weird.

So very weird that I’m grateful for waking up from it.  That’s why waking up is the subject of today’s Gratitude Project.  When I woke up, I was free from the bizarre imagery of my dream.  I didn’t spend any further time trying to figure out how this bizarre bit of nonsense came to be, nor did I ponder my role (or lack thereof) in it.  It was just gone, and I was left with the thought of , “Huh.  That was weird.”

It’s all right, I suppose, to have the occasional weird dream during pregnancy.  It’s so very common and so very normal (and probably attributed to the rapid influx of extra hormones).  It would not, however, be okay to be stuck living in that bizarre dream.

What are you grateful for today?

The Gratitude Project extends from September 9, 2011 to Canadian Thanksgiving, which is October 10, 2011.  It seemed like an appropriate time to reflect on the amazing blessings, great or small, that are present in my life.

Health Care isn’t Among my Pregnancy Fears – GP #10

It took me a little while this morning to figure out what would be the subject of today’s gratitude project post.  It’s hard to feel much gratitude when you’re exhausted and sleep deprived.  But after reading a blog post from Mum on the Brink, I realized exactly what I’m most appreciative of.

I have had various pregnancy fears to deal with.  Some of them were caused by reading panicky message board posts, while others were caused by my own experiences.  Regardless of the causes of your pregnancy fears, they are not fun and can easily suck the joy out of a long awaited pregnancy if you let them.  I realized after reading Mum on the Brink’s blog post what never crossed my mind when I’ve worried over my pregnancy fears, and it’s something that not everyone is so lucky to have.

I have never worried about a medical bill.  I have never stressed about insurance co-pays or coverage.

You see, I don’t have to.

It’s not because we’re so very wealthy that money is no object.  We don’t use five dollar bills in place of toilet paper or whatever other bit of ridiculousness one can think of.  It’s because we live in Canada.

Even at twelve weeks pregnant, some women are worrying about their health coverage (or lack of it) and how they will be able to afford the co-pays.  And let’s face it; obstetric care can be expensive, particularly if you’re high risk.  But for the low price of around $140 per month, Medical Service Plan of British Columbia covers every doctor and hospital visit we could ever need.  Lab testing is also covered.  When Norton was born, I never saw a single medical bill.  That included my seeing a high risk doctor throughout my pregnancy, my gestational diabetes counseling with Dr. M (head of the diabetic unit at the hospital), my c-section, and my four day stay in a private hospital suite.

I remember worrying about medical co-pays when I lived in the States.  I grew up without health insurance.  My father was self-employed and didn’t have it, and we made far too much to qualify for any sort of aid.  And even if we had qualified, my father’s pride wouldn’t have allowed for it.  It took a few years after living up here to stop worrying about the cost of medical.  And you know, now that I’ve adjusted to having this kind of coverage, I’d never go back to any other way.  I love the fact that I never, ever have to worry about being able to afford my health care.

In other provinces, it works differently.  Some provinces have higher taxes, but they have absolutely no end user charge with their provincial health coverage.  (I think that’s how OHIP, Ontario’s plan, works.)  Here in BC, MSP works on a sliding scale based on the family’s income.

It’s not like that everywhere.

That’s why I’m very, very grateful for not having that worry.  What are you grateful for today?

My Ginormous Cloth Diaper Stash – Gratitude Project Day 9

I have an outrageously huge cloth diaper stash.  I’m okay with having an enormous cloth diaper stash.  In fact, I’m quite grateful for the size of said stash today.

You see, I only have one kid in diapers.  However, I’m not sure at this point how many diapers I have.  I think it’s somewhere around fifty.  I got experimental about a year ago, so I started picking up a few diapers here and there based mainly on color and cuteness.  And only two of those diapers were lousy.  (Fortunately, they were really cheap, but I’m passing them on to a friend that I convinced to start using cloth diapers.  She needs a bigger cloth diaper stash than what she’s got since she has two in diapers.)

There are a couple of reasons why the size of my stash is the subject of today’s Gratitude Project post. [Read more…]

Supportive Husband and Pregnancy Stress – Gratitude Project Day 8

This morning, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I have reason to be grateful for my wonderful, supportive husband.  I was pretty freaked out and upset about not being able to get a midwife.  I was certain that I was going to end up with a repeat cesarean, whether I want one or not.  And, yeah, there were more than a few tears.  This is one of those times that I was so very grateful for having a supportive husband.  You see, my husband’s first inclination whenever something has me that upset is to fix it.  He loves me.  He wants to make everything better.

It was with heavy heart (and raging fury) that I called my family doctor for an appointment to get another referral.  Hopefully this time to a doctor who won’t waste my time, otherwise I’m not going to actually have any freaking prenatal care at this rate.  I’ll show up at the hospital and a resident will have to catch or something.  (Okay, I’m still pretty mad about this shenanigans.)

When the husband came home from work, he tried to fix everything.  The one thing that he could do was go to Taco Bell and get me the vaguely defined food product that I wanted.  I couldn’t remember much about it beyond it was some sort of chicken burrito and it had rice.  I hate Taco Bell and hadn’t eaten it in over ten years.  He came back with what I wanted, and even took the liberty of ordering it without tomatoes.  (I hate tomatoes.)

And then we talked about things that were bothering me.

I found it so very strange that I was freaking out over potentially not having a VBAC delivery.  Why was this so very important to me now, when I’d never given much thought to it before?  Why am I fighting for this option now, after only a few days of considering it?  Especially since vaginal childbirth scares the Hell out of me?  (By the way, special thanks to the hospital in Dade City, Florida… which was then known as Humana of Pasco… for making childbirth as traumatic for me as possible.)

And then I realized why I was so angry about how these things were going.  My choices were being taken away.  Without a midwife, there is absolutely no way that I can have a home birth or a water birth.  Those options are automatically off the table.  My hospital has a 22% VBAC delivery success rate.  I don’t know if that’s because there are some doctors (like Dr. T) who won’t even touch you if you want to attempt a VBAC delivery or if some women decide to forgo the VBAC altogether in favor of a repeat cesarean.

I decided that if I’m not going to be part of the 22%, it’s because there had better be some sort of demonstrated medical reason.  As in, one of us had better be at risk of death.  And you know why I’m so grateful for my supportive husband?  He told me that it’s my decision and he understood.  He also told me that he didn’t want me to feel like I had to do a VBAC for his benefit.

I love that man, and he really does complete my life.

What are you grateful for today?

Talented Friends Save the Day – Gratitude Project Day 6

Today, I’d have to say the thing that I’m most grateful for is my friend Angie.  You see, Angie and I have never met in real life.  We will probably never meet in real life unless one of us strikes it rich and takes an exotic vacation to where the other one lives.  (However, I live in British Columbia, which is easily one of the most beautiful places in the world.  She should definitely come here.) [Read more…]

Wordless Wednesday – The Gratitude Project, Day 5

I was doing my Gratitude Project posts on my other blog, but this is my new primary focus. And today’s Wordless Wednesday is the things that I’m grateful for in my life. [Read more…]