Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Birth Days and Craze

Aidan should be two today.  It's his two year 'due date anniversary', which isn't a day you celebrate or really even think about when your child is born alive and healthy, but somehow seems significant when your baby didn't make it home.

Two.  Wow.

I know other people feel sad on these 'anniversary' days that are related to their dead child, but over two years later, I sort of look forward to them.  His birthday, his due date, the anniversary of the day we found out I was pregnant...these are days when the veil between the time we spent with him and now seems somehow thinner.  Even though he never actually lived to SEE an August 15th, it will forever be the day that is branded into my mind as the day our family of two was suppose to grow to include a small, squishy, bouncing baby boy.

A cousin of mine (the one who we had the shower for back in April), is due tomorrow.  As her pregnancy has progressed I've been able to mentally keep track of exactly how far along she was as I can easily compare to my pregnancy with Aidan.  In late April, when I saw her at the baby shower, I mentally did this equation because it was about a week after Aidan died (so 23 weeks + 3 days + 1 more week than we got with Aidan = mid 24 weeks).  I'll probably always be able to do this with her child (Aidan's suppose to be age - 2 years exactly = cousin's baby's age).

I've been thinking about this particular cousin a lot right now because she lives in the States and is planning on having a home delivery with a midwife.  As I mentioned in an earlier post, we've recently cancelled our cable and got Netflix so when Kaia's napping in the afternoon I've been watching documentaries.  I've watched two recently that were about the state of maternity care in the States and the sky high intervention (induction, epidural, forceps, vacuum) and C-section (30%) rates.  Both documentaries were by film makers who had planned or had home deliveries with midwives and heavily slanted in favour of reducing C-section rates, and encouraging and supporting more women in having medication free, vaginal deliveries.

The talking heads in the movies (medically trained outspoken advocates for natural birth) cite many studies that show home deliveries are as safe as hospital deliveries (for healthy moms and babies, of course).  One documentary film maker even goes to Holland where 80% of babies are born at home.  In Holland deliveries are CHEAP (about $800 for the attendant) and women's attitudes towards birth seem to be "why wouldn't I want to have my baby at home? I'm not sick, so why should I have to go to the hospital?".  How novel!

Both documentaries talk about how C-sections in the States may be done for the convenience of doctors (ie: the highest rates of C-sections are at 4 pm and 10 pm. The first so the doctor can be home for dinner, the second so the doctor can be home to go to bed).  Also, they both go into how inductions are now so common (mostly done on a Monday-Friday, again for convenience sake) and around 50% of the time, result in a C-section.  The induction flow chart often looks like this (especially in cases when babies are being induced with no signs of impending labor): induction > contractions very strong, very quickly > epidural as woman is very uncomfortable > labour slows down due to epidural effects and because woman no longer able to move around > increase pitocin for 'stalled' labour > contractions increase in size and strength > baby begins having decels due to very (too?) strong contractions > physician jumps in and says "your baby is in distress I think it's time for a C-section in the interest of your baby" > baby is born via C-section and everyone says "whew, glad doctor was there to get baby out in time".  That this occurs is not at all a surprise to me.  In one of my women's studies courses in university I did an entire paper on the history of midwifery in continental Europe, and it was fascinating to see exactly how medicine (read: male physicians) took over birth as a way to increase revenue and appropriate knowledge that had always been in the realm of women, touting it as "science".  That insurance companies, time management strategies, technology and pharmacology has made things even more complex and heavily weighted in favour of hospitals and doctors doesn't surprise me in the least.

I generally agree with a more natural approach to delivery, and less intervention versus more.  People seem to have lost sight of the fact that having a baby is a natural process.  Like digesting food, or recovering from a cold, or learning to walk, things humans do every day with very little incident.  Women's bodies are MADE to deliver and carry a baby.  We were doing it for THOUSANDS of years before epidurals, and C-sections and fetal monitoring showed up and somehow the species survived.  Not to mention that all other mammals except humans seem to do just fine with very little or no 'scientific' intervention. These documentaries portray the delivery that I would have loved to have had.

Of course, my experience was a little bit different.

At her baby shower, my cousin was talking about her decision to have a midwife and how she planned to deliver at home.  She stated that of course, if there was a problem, she would obviously want to be transferred to a hospital and then said "in those cases, I think a woman knows if something is going wrong.  You just have to listen to your body".  And while I want to agree...I know from experience, and from reading many of your stories, that no, in most cases you DON'T know that something is going wrong.  You might worry about it, or wonder about it, or feel off, or feel anxious or question if something is normal or not...but rarely do you know in a way that allows you to act.  In my case, I was a nurse, with contractions every two minutes at 23 weeks pregnant with a pregnancy that I KNEW was in danger...and it took until I was minutes away from delivery and they were announcing that I was 6 cm dilated before I really GOT that I was going to have a baby and he was going to die.  I was in so much pain that any decision making at that point was out the window. I knew 5 hours earlier when I started having bad back pain that this was likely 'it', but I didn't want to let myself believe.  It's that ever helpful/harmful human state called 'denial'. 

The natural birth advocates in the documentary, who talk about the flow of hormones that are released after a woman delivers naturally without meds (which they say are impeded with an epidural), talk about it being such a 'high' and so 'critical' for the mother-baby bond.  Maybe so, but after I delivered Aidan naturally, without meds (who was all of 1lb 4 oz and less than a foot long), all I wanted to do was pass out...my blood pressure was in the tank and I felt woozy and exhausted.  This probably has more to do with having a death to deal with rather than a 'birth' and my heart condition, but in the weeks after having Aidan, thinking of the physical pain of giving birth I remember saying to Brian "don't ever let me do that again without an epidural".  Ha...so much for my 'elated high'.  It also puts down the many many women who have epidurals and also give birth 'naturally'.  Did they not push out a baby too.  What exactly was 'unnatural' about that?  And if it was any other condition where someone was in pain, you'd think it barbarous NOT to have pain medication.  Take out my appendix with out anesthesia? Um, no thanks. Yank out a tooth without freezing?  Not going to happen.  I fell and broke my leg in three places...holy hell, where's the drugs??!!  Who am I to say how much is too much pain for someone else?  Should proper preparation, support and other more natural pain relievers/modifiers be available for labouring women so they feel confident and comfortable saying 'no thanks, I'll work through these contractions on my own".  Of course.  (As an aside, I wonder what the cost benefit ratio would be of employing an army of doulas/midwives and/or better trained nurses, comfortable birth suites, and other pain reducing/coping methods of child birth compared to C-sections, anesthesiology time and medical supplies?)  However, I wouldn't want to put down anyone who says "nope, I'm done, where's my epidural?".

The documentary talked about the evils of C-sections and how they aren't the panacea of awesomeness that modern hospitals would have you believe. From an NICU nurse's stand-point this is obviously true. Babies are designed to endure labour, in fact, labour often helps to 'ready' them for the outside world.  Passing through the birth canal helps to squeeze out fluid in their lungs and the stress hormones set off by labour help ready their bodies for the transition to breathing air.  It's no coincidence that babies who are delivered by C-section (especially via a 'cold C-section' where no labour has occurred) have higher rates of breathing problems at birth.  Breathing problems that keep them in hospitals for many more days then they might have been if they hadn't been delivered via C-section (cha-ching $$$).  But, C-sections can save babies lives (and sometimes moms lives) too.  They can also be mental life savers for women who have had previous losses or other traumatic birth complications.  I had a C-section, and honestly...it wasn't that bad.  I had no complications and my scar healed fine...in fact, it's probably the prettiest scar I have (and I have many).  I have no idea if it impacted my future fertility (if we even see fit to use my uterus again), but I wouldn't DREAD having another C-section (under much different, healthier, happier, higher gestational circumstances of course).

It's also probably a no brain-er that most babies could be born at home, just fine.  Another cousin of mine had a midwife for her third baby.  She planned a hospital delivery, but did most of her labouring at home.  She met the midwife at the hospital *just* in time, and had her daughter.  She spent a day or so in hospital and came home with her healthy, full term, baby girl.  My cousin told me, "what they did for me in the hospital wasn't anything that I couldn't have done for myself at home".  This is probably true in most healthy, normal deliveries.  Anything that humans have been accomplishing in fields and huts, in snow and in desserts, with attendants or all alone for thousands of years can probably be done just fine in a modern, lighted, comfortable home, with a trained, knowledgeable attendant, complete with running water, towels, a comfortable mattress and strategically placed pillows.  But...in the small percentage of cases...what if being in a hospital is the difference between life and death? Or the difference between health and disability?  Or maybe less dramatically, and more likely...the difference between FEELING 'safe' and feeling 'nervous'. That most of us wear a seat belt all our lives and never need them doesn't make it smarter to not wear one or anyone less grateful that they exist. This is obviously why most people deliver in hospital...on the off chance (hopefully not CREATED by the medical establishment) that an intervention might be necessary.  It's also why the doctor who delivers babies in Holland at home says he's generally within 15 minutes of a hospital, for safety (a feat more easily accomplished in a country only 33,889 km in size, compared with say, oh, my country Canada which is 9,093,507 square km).  It's also why, my heart condition and previous birth history aside, I would probably never opt for a home delivery, even if I could have one.  I'm a worry-wart by nature.  I just couldn't be comfortable having my baby at home, no matter how 'natural' and 'low-tech' I wanted or felt I was capable of.

In any event, I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of my cousin's baby. Hoping she has the midwife attended, medication-free, uncomplicated natural birth I always wanted, and the alive and healthy August baby I never had.  Wish that it could be that way for all of us.

What do you think of the state of birth in your country?  Hospital or home, midwife or doctor for you? Would you ever consider a home based birth?  What does your loss make you think of these types of practices?

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Olympic Melancholy

It's Olympic time again.  A time when the world comes together to play and to celebrate athleticism. Where people gather to cheer on their country or their favourite and hope to see them collect a bunch of precious medals.

Except me.  I'm not watching.

The last Olympics were held in Canada, my home country, in the winter of 2010 from February 12th to 28th.  At those Olympics, Canada won the most gold medals of any country, and placed 3rd in medal count over all. It was a proud time for Canadians and thrilling to watch.  I remember those Games very clearly because I watched almost every Canadian winning performances LIVE.  I didn't hear about them second hand, or watch a replay...nope I was glued to my TV, reveling in every moment.

The reason I could spend hours and hours watching round after round of eliminations and finals is because I was on medically ordered bed rest. 14 weeks pregnant with Aidan suffering with (what we thought was only) a subchorionic hemorrhage.

It had been a scary January 2010.  Lots of bleeding.  Multiple trips to Emerg.  Finally I was told by a kindly ER doc near the end of January that I needed to be off work, resting, so the blood clot in my uterus would bleed out/reabsorb, shrink and disappear.  Leaving behind a healthy, growing baby.  It was just a matter of time. This advice was confirmed on February 10th by a maternal-fetal medicine specialist from the high risk pregnancy program who even questioned why I was there to see him.  My pregnancy was normal (aside from the giant blood clot)...lay down, rest, everything will (likely) be fine.  See you in a month....

So it was with this comforting information that I sat for two weeks and watched the XXI Winter Olympics unfold.  I watched my countrymen and women slide, jump, skate and shoot to earn an amazing 26 medals.  I loved watching all the drama unfold only a few short (okay actually quite massive) provinces away.  I knew I would never forget Alexandre Bilodeau win Canada's first ever gold medal on home soil by sticking the landing on that amazing final jump. Or Clara Hughes win her 6th medal in speed-skating, the only Canadian to win medals in both the summer and winter Olympics  Or Jon Montgomery as he marched through a crowd of fans after his gold medal win singing the national anthem and drinking a beer. Or my personal favourite: the replays of crowds of Canadians from coast-to-coast leaping to their feet milliseconds after Sidney Crosby scored the winning goal in the men finals hockey game against the US. It still makes my heart swell with pride.

And I couldn't wait to share it with my baby.  

To say "I know you were born in the summer, but you and me baby...we watched those games together! While protecting you and making sure you were safe, you were right there with me. When those amazing events occurred, you were the size of a lemon...but you were there".

Little did I know, that even while I was watching, and feeling confident that (probably) eventually things would be okay...it was already too late.

You see, on the morning of the February 12th, unbeknownst to me, my water broke. At the time, I thought it was the clot, bleeding out, leaving me and my baby unharmed...  But it wasn't.  I know this for a fact now because my water breaking felt exactly the same way when it happened a year later with Kaia.

So while I was watching the opening night of the Olympics, happy, thinking "oh good, I'll have something to keep me busy while on bed rest the next couple of weeks"...my baby was in trouble...and I didn't even know it.  I wouldn't know it until over a month later when the Olympics were over and an ultrasound showed something very, very wrong. That opening night, I was blissfully unaware of the events that were about to unfold.  That in just over a month the same doctor who had been so positive just a few weeks earlier would look at us with a completely different expression on his face as he explained what he was seeing on the screen.

***

It's 2012 and it's Kaia's first Olympics.  She hasn't watched any of it.  Neither have I.

It's just not the same. The Olympics are in England, not Canada.  It's summer, not winter.  We no longer have cable in order to save money because we rarely watch live television anymore (who has time with a baby?  Plus with Netflix and the internet it's kind of redundant).  I'm too busy.  I'm planning my back to work schedule. Working out babysitting arrangements.  Sending lots of time outdoors with Kaia, soaking up the good weather.

The Olympics are here again.  

Too bad the 2010 baby isn't.

But the Games will always remind me of him, because during the winter of 2010 we watched them together.  Back when I thought everything was possible.

Was there a big event that sticks in your mind back from 'before'? What does being reminded of that time feel like?

Monday, July 30, 2012

Here we go

It's official.  I'm heading back to work in two weeks.  And...(cue dramatic music)...I'm going back to the NICU.

*Thunder, lightning bolts*

I spent a good two hours a day the last few months looking for a new job. One that would be personally fulfilling, not too stressful, easy to get to, allow me to maximize my time home with Kaia and provide enough of an income and benefits in order to sustain our lifestyle...and I just couldn't find anything else that felt like it was going to fit.  Unlike Goldilocks and her three beds, I'm giving up on *just right*.  No matter what, I'm going to have to make sacrifices.  We are not in a position where I could be a SAHM, and honestly, I'm not sure that I really want to be.  I LIKE having a career...I worked hard for it.  I've got *mad skillz* and it really is a shame if I don't use and build on them.

But...

I'm going to miss being home with Kaia every day.  The days that I work I won't see her at all. I still can't quite wrap my head around this yet.  Won't.  See.  Her.  At.  All,  What?!  My baby girl!  My Kaia! My lovely little barnacle that's been attached to my arm for the last year will be half a city away for almost 11 hours a day while I'm at work... with an (almost) stranger??!  How can that be?!

But...

Maybe it will be good for her?  Kaia LOVES interaction with others.  She's a people person and gets a kick out of going places outside her norm.  She takes everything in with her eyes wide open and seems genuinely happy when around groups. She has adjusted well to every situation we've put her in the last year, so maybe she'll be happy to have a change of pace. So far, the babysitter we have lined up doesn't have any other kids to take care of, but that might change.  If so, Kaia will have other kids to play with.  Kids that will talk to her, play with her, teach her things, fight with her and challenge her.  We may never be able to provide a sibling for Kaia, and if that's the case, I feel we need to start building in opportunities for her interact with other kids...so why not start now?

But...

I'm nervous about going back there.  The last shift I worked in the NICU was the night before I started GUSHING blood when I was pregnant with Aidan at around 11 weeks pregnant.  So much has happened since then.  The NICU is such an intense place, with such high standards.  It's physically demanding being on the ball (and on your feet!) for 12 hours at a time.  It's never knowing when you are going to get a break.  It's placing the demands of not just the patient, but the TEAM above your own (hey, look it's almost 5 pm and now that everyone is squared away I can finally eat lunch!!!).  It's never knowing what's going to happen next (the baby was fine...and then 20 minutes later he wasn't).  It's switching your days and nights around and working weekends and holidays (sucky, made even more sucky when you're missing your kid enjoy fun family times). I know I can do the job.  I'm just not sure about the toll.  Will it be too much?  Just before, and when trying to get pregnant with Aidan, it was too much.  I was anxious about getting pregnant and it led to depression. I felt overwhelmed with the fear of what was going to happen and it translated into insomnia. I was consumed with the fear of what could go wrong when having babies, because I saw it every day.  I never had that safe bubble of "that won't happen to me", because I saw it happen to people like me all the time.  I'm not saying I'm psychic or anything of that nature, but the year before Aidan died, when it came to my anxiety level, it was almost like I was pre-grieving his loss.  It was like I *knew* something was coming...it just ended up being because of my placenta instead of my heart. Going back to the NICU is bringing all this up, so maybe it's understandable that I'm nervous.

But...

Maybe it's time to pay it forward.  Go back to help patients and families who are still in the thick of it as they struggle to make it through, hopefully (but never guaranteed) with a well baby at the end of it all. I may find I have a lot more to give because I've grown a lot in the last two years.  I've had experiences that directly relate to the people I'm trying to help.  I've had two terrible, frightening, complicated pregnancies.  My first born died.  I grieve for him.  My second lived, and spent 50 days in an NICU being cared for by someone other than me.  I've (cyber) met all of you.  I've read so many powerful stories of women (and a few men) who've lived through the worst too and lived to tell about it.  Your stories have given me strength, hope and sometimes even made me laugh when I didn't think I could.  In my own life, I've had to learn to roll with things.  Learned to relax.  Learned to let go.  I had to.  It was that, or fall apart.  I learned I'm not in control.  I can't fix everything.  I can't be everything to everyone.  I can plot and plan until my heart's content, but that doesn't mean it's always going to go my way, it just means I have to keep trying.  All I can do is my best, and hope the rest falls into place.

But...

I'm still nervous...and I'm really hoping it all goes well.

Supportive comments appreciated, as always.


Monday, July 9, 2012

"The Girl Who Lived" Turns One!


...and she partied like a rock-star.

It was a busy week in the lead up to Kaia's party. After a major house cleaning over the July 1st holiday weekend, and much shopping, baking, tidying, errands, multiple trips to the grocery store (Brian: Do you need more butter for your baking? Me: Yes, the answer is always yes.) and a last minute trip to Party City the morning of (apparently the canisters of helium you can buy to take home during this helium shortage do not allow your balloons to float for more than 6-8 hours...so don't blow them up the night before thinking you can be all 'prepared in advance'. You will wake up to them on the floor. Party FAIL), we were ready.  I must say that all the work was worth it and Kaia's party was a smash!

We had 26 people at our house, (10 men, 9 women, 2 kids, 3 toddlers and 2 babies) and while I had hoped that maybe our little backyard might be fun to play in for the kids, the weather didn't cooperate, so everyone was in our living room/dining room/kitchen. Brian barbecued (note: it's awesome to have a summer birthday here in Canada since your party can include barbecued hot dogs rather than boiled).  I baked (my ass off).  My mom and mother-in-law brought side dishes.  Everyone ate and drank and had a good time.  Kaia got presents and had her first taste of icing (after putting it in her hair).  What more could a one year old ask for?

When I thought about Kaia's party back in June, I decided that while I generally think the "rainbow" baby term can be a little overly schmaltzy (and I'm not), it would be a perfect party theme. Plus it was an excuse to use colour...and I love colour! Our rainbow theme was my own special nod to big brother Aidan as well as to how miraculously lucky we feel every day when we think about how well Kaia has done. She lights up our lives and I'm blessed to have her.  Happy Birthday my Kaia-Papaya.

And here are some photos!

Would you like some cake with your butter?
Kaia chillin' with her toys the morning of the party.
Home made chocolate cupcakes with rainbow frosting.
Kaia in her party hat!
La  "piece de resistance". The Rainbow Cake! It was covered with white icing and people actually clapped when I cut into it.  Super gratifying considering it was A LOT of work to make. It tasted amazing too! Score!

Kaia eating icing for the first time.  I gave her a purple cupcake. The frosting was a nice accessory to her yellow dress.
One of Kaia's new toys.
Parties are fun!
Balloon!

"So tired Mommy...I think I'll just stare off into space".



Wednesday, July 4, 2012

The Balancing Act

I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed.

I had a job interview today for one of the clinics at the hospital where I am currently on mat leave from.  It sounds like a great job, 3-4 days per week, day time hours only, interesting patients, lots to learn...but also very intense with a lot of very sick children counting on me to help get them better.  After being off work for over a year and only having my small little family to worry about, going back to being in charge of other people's kids and their health is very daunting.  In some of my better moments I KNOW I can do it.  In others?  I'm kind of quaking in my boots.  Does everyone feel this way when faced with starting a new job?

It's also stressful that I don't KNOW yet where I'm going to end up.  I put in another resume to pick up a part time position back on unit that I use to work on before going off on leave.  It would be great to be back with my old colleagues, and I am familiar with the position (I mean why wouldn't they want me back??!!), but I haven't heard anything yet. Not sure what's going on there.  Kind of thought I would be a shoe-in since before my contract was cancelled due to budget constraints I would have been coming back there anyway...so...why haven't they called me?  Then today, I got a call from the administrative assistant from the NICU, who set up a telephone meeting for me on Friday with my manager from the NICU.  I know the question is going to be "so, when are you coming back?" and I honestly don't know how to answer her.  I would like to say "oh yes, I've got a new position starting in early August on the _____ unit, so I'll be coming back to the NICU for a few casual shifts a month".  But, if the other two jobs don't work out, I will need to work in the NICU more than that.  I'm nervous that she will think I don't care about the NICU, which I do.  I just don't think it's mentally healthy for me to work there more than part time.  Too much stress hitting way to close to home.

The other (major) concern is of course, Kaia.  What to do with her while I'm at work?  We live in a big city so there are lots of daycare and babysitting options...but not many that start before 7am  I had a lead on what I thought was going to be a great place.  Brian could drop her off as early as 6 am.  It was close by.  The woman seemed knowledgeable, interested and involved with the children she looks after.  Then I get an e-mail that this past weekend she has sold her house and is moving to a different area of the city.  Not REALLY far away...but far enough that it would make pick ups and drop offs a real pain.  I could have cried.  My stress level sky rocketed.  NOW what am I going to do??!!

Kaia is wonderful.  The hospital I work at is amazing.  I am blessed to have a career. Balancing all of it is HARD!!!

I think I need a nap.


Saturday, June 30, 2012

Party hardy

It's Canada Day weekend again folks. 

If you remember last year, I was in the hospital for Canada Day and started having bright red bleeding for the first time in my pregnancy with Kaia at 30 1/2 ish weeks. (Red for Canada Day!!!  My uterus decided to colour coordinate with the holiday.  How festive!). *Eye roll*

It sucked monkey balls.

This year I am cleaning the house, which also sucks, but in a much more mundane too-bad-I'm-not-at-the-cottage-rather-than-buried-under-a-pile-of-winter-jackets-and-elbow-deep-in-a-bucket-of-Mr.-Clean kind of way.

We are cleaning the house this weekend instead of doing anything fun, because next weekend we have big plans....

FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY PLANS!!!  

On July 9th Kaia will be one whole year old!!! (Or 10 months corrected...I kind of like this number better since it means she's still my little baby for awhile longer, but really I know, I know...she's one!).

The guests have all confirmed (family and close friends, which still adds up to like 25 people).  The paper plates, cups and cutlery have been bought.  Decorations have been decided upon and hey, did you know there is a world wide shortage of helium???  I didn't think that could even happen since it's an element on the periodic table for goodness sakes, but apparently it can.  I have done a cupcake batch of 12 as a trial run for the cake I am making and all 12 were super delicious if I do say so myself.  I had 6 and Brian got 6.  Kaia got none. Sugar's bad for babies.  I'm pretty sure I read that somewhere, right? 

Yet, sometimes I still think back to last year and how we weren't even sure we were going to have a living baby at this point.  We were much more hopeful than we had been any earlier in the pregnancy, but still, pretty damn freaked out...still talking in 'ifs' and 'maybes' and 'I hope so's'.

And now we're planning a party like it ain't no thang' cuz (holy smokes!) she's one.  (!!!)

Sitting up. Clapping. Laughing at things she finds funny. Eating finger food on her own (quite dexterously I might add) . Pooping and peeing in the potty. Hip fixed. Saying Mama, Dada and Lynx (our cat's name, which is a REALLY hard word, but comes out of her mouth the same way every time when she sees the cat and although it sounds like "lthsshx" we are sure this is what she means). 

It's awesome.

I want to reach back in time and tell my June 2011 self to just RELAX...it's gonna be fine.  

So, I'm feeling very lucky this weekend.  Even while cleaning out the basement.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Lately, with photos!

I realized I haven't updated about Kaia in few weeks, which I like to do if only to have a record of what she's doing these days.  I'm sure I'll fondly look back at these posts and it's fun to include the details that I know I will forget.

In short, she's doing really well!

She has 4 teeth now (two top, two bottom) and is transitioning to table foods and cutting back in the milk department.  From the fruit and vegetable section she's had: bananas, raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, apple, kiwi, watermelon, nectarine, cantaloupe, peas, carrots, potato, beans, broccoli, bell peppers, tomato and asparagus and tonight after dinner she tried "dragon fruit".  She likes Graduate 'Puffs', bread (especially when I rip it up and put it on her tray), cheese and enjoys throwing around those baby 'mum-mum' crackers.  She also LOVES being spoon fed yogurt and can't seem to get enough of that nasty looking baby cereal . The other day we gave her some plain cooked spaghetti to try. She spent the whole meal picking it up, waving it around, and then looked confused when it stuck to her arms.  I think she thought we'd given her a strange new toy. It's so much fun watching Kaia try new foods.  She sits with us at dinner and she's like a little baby bird when she's hungry...she sticks her head WAY forward with her mouth open, eyes looking up at us, just hoping we are going to offer her something tasty!

Kaia is starting to use many more consonants including 'ma-ma' and 'da-da' and sort of a 'thhhh' sound which is generally followed by tons of spittle. Sometimes it's so clear when she says Ma-ma or Da-da you swear she's actually talking to you.  I still don't feel she's really connected the sounds (ma-ma) to the meaning yet (ME! Yes I'm your Ma-ma!), so I say she hasn't actually said her first word.  I think the day will come soon though where she'll turn to me and say "Ma-ma", and then follow it up with "Could you be ever so kind as to please go and get me a bottle of warm milk?"...ha, one can only dream.

Kaia still gets 4-5 bottles of milk per day, probably around 600 mls, but has little interest in sippy cups beyond tossing them off her tray.  She understands that the little nub at the top goes in her mouth, and that water will come out of it, but she tends to bite on it rather than suck and she wants ME to hold it while she does this.  She better get out of this habit soon, because I don't think daycare is going to be impressed with having to hold her bottles or sippy cups for her all the time.

In terms of pumping, I'm still easily keeping up with her demands even though I'm now down to 3 pumps per day, making about 900 mls. This is a good thing, because my huge storage of frozen milk (40 litres or 1500 oz) had a bit of an "accident" when Brian disconnected the power to our deep freezer by mistake. Despite the thought of all that hard work (hours and hours of pumping down the drain...literally!!!) I wasn't too upset about this because most of that milk was pumped last August when Kaia was still in the NICU.  Since it was getting close to it's one year expiry date, I figured we'd probably end up tossing it anyway.  I liked having all that milk stored over the winter as my 'insurance policy' in case for some reason my milk started to dry up I knew I had at least a month's worth of food left for her. I knew I would never be able to donate it either because there are no milk banks in this province.

Probably the area that Kaia is slowest in developing is her gross motor skills.  She's been out of the cast since April 3rd and it wasn't until mid to late May that she could confidently sit up on her own (although I was told this was pretty fast at her NICU follow up appointment where they said kids in spicas can take a long time to sit).  She can stand for short periods of time, if supported by a chair or table...but she makes no real efforts to go from one position on her own to another.  These are called 'transition' movements (ie: sitting to lying down, or sitting to pulling up) So if Kaia's sitting...she's sitting unless she falls over backwards.  If she's standing, she's standing in one position (with me closely behind her as she's not very steady) and won't try to take any steps on her own.  If she's on her tummy, she CAN roll over, but seems very stiff and awkward doing it and generally doesn't seem to 'get' that she can change positions to lying on her back if she wants to. It's a little frustrating to watch her struggle, but I know it's temporary and eventually she'll learn how to do these things.  To help her, Kaia is being seen by a nurse from the infant development program about once every two weeks.  The nurse gives me a few tips each time she comes to our house on how to help Kaia with her motor skills, and an OT from the same agency came once to really assess her development.  This was at the end of May so Kaia was just over 8 1/2 months corrected and was falling into the 6-7 month category on some skills and 8-9 on others.  So really not TOO far behind, and pretty damn good for spending 1/4 of her first year in a cast, and 1/6 in the NICU.

This might sound terrible, but I'm actually not sad that she's not getting around anywhere on her own yet.  I'm sure it will be thrilling when she begins to crawl or takes her first steps, but it certainly makes life a lot easier not having to chase after her yet.  A friend of mine came over one time with her 10 month old who was able to cruise and crawl. It was exhausting chasing after this kid.  You had to keep one eye on her at all times. She was also quite destructive, not because she was a 'bad' kid, but because she was young and curious and at 10 months old, didn't really get being 'careful' or 'gentle' yet.  Another friend of mine had a daughter who didn't walk until she was 20 months.  Although she started to get a bit worried about her daughter's development by that point, it definitely made for an 'easier' baby to look after.  By the time her daughter was solidly walking, she could understand if you told her 'no' or asked her to 'be careful'.  This friend never even did any baby proofing because there wasn't a need.  So if your baby does happen to develop later, don't fret moms, it does have some advantages.

My feeling is that as long as Kaia can walk her butt into her Kindergarten class, I'm happy.

I don't want to jinx anything, but all of a sudden Kaia has decided to start sleeping through the night the past couple of weeks.  She'll do AT LEAST 8 hours at a time, and the other night she slept for 12 hours straight!  It was wonderful.  However, there seems to be a bit of a trade off (there always is, isn't there?).  While she is sleeping better, she is taking a LONG time to fall asleep initially at night, or she'll fall asleep okay and then wake up 30 minutes later as if she's refreshed and ready for more play time.  I don't really want to get into the 'cry it out' stuff, because a) we've never done that and I'm afraid if we start it will mess with the sleeping through the night part and b) she is VERY resistant to 'cry it out'.  Kaia's stubborn and will cry, and cry, and CRY, and whine, and fuss, and then be very quiet for awhile and you THINK she's gone to sleep...but no, she's just rallying for the next round of crying and fussing.  Usually if she hasn't started to settle within 10-20 minutes, she's not going to and it's going to take some parental help to get her back to sleep.  While it makes for some crummy evenings since a lot of it is spent trying to get her to go to sleep, I'll take that over multiple night wakings, especially since I'm headed back to work in a month and a half.

Which of course is the other big deal around here.  I'm still looking for a job to go back to in August, other than having to go back to the NICU full time. I've got a lead on a few (including one back at the unit where I was on contract before), but nothing is guaranteed yet. It's a job looking for a job, which is why I haven't been able to blog as much lately.  I spend all of Kaia's nap time looking at job boards and writing cover letters.  I just want to get my back to work place settled so that I can enjoy the rest of my maternity leave.

So that's what's doing in a nutshell.

Oh, and photos of course!


Don't let the lion eat me, okay Mommy?

Loves the swings!

Had some pro photos taken and this one's my favourite!