Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
It's been one month...
Yep...it's been one month since we were blessed with Baby No 2. During the first month babies seldom make enough major changes to write grandma about but we've noticed major differences between Baby No 1 and Baby No 2.
H1 was a high demand baby. She kept us on our toes from day one. She let us know that she means business and will do everything on her terms from birth. (She didn't want a natural birth...there I was having contractions, when H1 decided she had enough and decided to make things more interesting by passing meconium. So being the drama queen that she is she made sure her birth too was dramatic by making sure I had an emergency ceasarian.)
We were bracing our selves this time around for long night-time battles because H1 would wake up 2 or 3 times a night and would stay up 2 to 3 hours at a stretch. I have no idea how we survived on about 3 hours of sleep those initial months.
H2 however, has been an easy baby so far. She doesn't cry much. (H1 cried for hours at the end of which I too would be nearly in tears of frustration) and though she wakes up a few times in the night, she doesn't stay up long. Even during the day I could leave her in the cot by her self for a while. (H1 girly had to be carried ALL the time)
It's amazing how different their personalities are from the very beginning. I wonder if H2 will be a quieter baby...
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Meanwhile in the blogsphere, I've been give a sweet award by Mommythecook
Thank you so much MTC :o)
H1 was a high demand baby. She kept us on our toes from day one. She let us know that she means business and will do everything on her terms from birth. (She didn't want a natural birth...there I was having contractions, when H1 decided she had enough and decided to make things more interesting by passing meconium. So being the drama queen that she is she made sure her birth too was dramatic by making sure I had an emergency ceasarian.)
We were bracing our selves this time around for long night-time battles because H1 would wake up 2 or 3 times a night and would stay up 2 to 3 hours at a stretch. I have no idea how we survived on about 3 hours of sleep those initial months.
H2 however, has been an easy baby so far. She doesn't cry much. (H1 cried for hours at the end of which I too would be nearly in tears of frustration) and though she wakes up a few times in the night, she doesn't stay up long. Even during the day I could leave her in the cot by her self for a while. (H1 girly had to be carried ALL the time)
It's amazing how different their personalities are from the very beginning. I wonder if H2 will be a quieter baby...
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Meanwhile in the blogsphere, I've been give a sweet award by Mommythecook
Thank you so much MTC :o)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Nick knack, Paddy wack...
I think I've mentioned before that we live near a paddy field. We thought it was an abandoned plot of land but imagine our surprise and delight one morning last week when we saw the following sight.
I was so happy that H1 got to see what city kids rarely get to see...the old fashioned farming techniques that we used to see as kids in villages.
Who needs David Beckham posing for Armani when you get Sri Lankan men in loin cloths ;o)
By about two in the afternoon they finished up...
and gave the buffaloes a well deserved rest. I was feeling a little sad for the hard work the buffaloes had to do, but felt a bit better when Hubby got talking to the men and we could see they actually cared for the animals. They said, 'Of cause they are tired...but they only do this once a year. The rest of the days they just spend roaming around...'
And while looking over the wall, we noticed this fellow change its colour to suite his surroundings. It was amazing.
I love living in Sri Lanka...
I was so happy that H1 got to see what city kids rarely get to see...the old fashioned farming techniques that we used to see as kids in villages.
Who needs David Beckham posing for Armani when you get Sri Lankan men in loin cloths ;o)
By about two in the afternoon they finished up...
and gave the buffaloes a well deserved rest. I was feeling a little sad for the hard work the buffaloes had to do, but felt a bit better when Hubby got talking to the men and we could see they actually cared for the animals. They said, 'Of cause they are tired...but they only do this once a year. The rest of the days they just spend roaming around...'
And while looking over the wall, we noticed this fellow change its colour to suite his surroundings. It was amazing.
I love living in Sri Lanka...
Friday, September 11, 2009
For Richer or....
If you ask H1 what she would like to be when she grows up, she always says, 'I want to be a Mommy.' Most of her games involve getting married and having kids. She would constantly talk about her husband, how she would treat him and her kids.
A couple of weeks back, while she was making mud pies, I was asked to be a visitor to her home. While commenting on how good her pies were, I said, 'You have a lovely oven. How much was it?'
'Fifty dollars,' said H1.
'Wow! That's quite expensive.' I said.
'It's OK. I married a rich husband.' said my daughter with a tilt to her head.
I don't know where she gets these ideas from but she knows how it works don't you think ;o)
A couple of weeks back, while she was making mud pies, I was asked to be a visitor to her home. While commenting on how good her pies were, I said, 'You have a lovely oven. How much was it?'
'Fifty dollars,' said H1.
'Wow! That's quite expensive.' I said.
'It's OK. I married a rich husband.' said my daughter with a tilt to her head.
I don't know where she gets these ideas from but she knows how it works don't you think ;o)
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Well...What can we say?
We've realized that our eldest is always one step ahead of us...
She was being very rude to us and Hubs gave her a time out and was made to sit on the 'naughty spot.' She was asked to think about why she was put there.
After a few minutes Hubs went to get her. 'OK, you can come out now.' Before he could preach or say anything else, H1, still sitting on the naughty spot said, 'I haven't finished thinking Thaaththi'
She was being very rude to us and Hubs gave her a time out and was made to sit on the 'naughty spot.' She was asked to think about why she was put there.
After a few minutes Hubs went to get her. 'OK, you can come out now.' Before he could preach or say anything else, H1, still sitting on the naughty spot said, 'I haven't finished thinking Thaaththi'
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Love to me is beautiful.....
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Birth Story - Part II
So...after stitching me up, I was taken to the recovery room. I was so impatient to see my baby one more time and to be with my family, but I knew it might take a while because getting a room immediately at Durdans is close to a miracle.
After about an hour I was taken back to the labour room as there were no rooms available. I saw H1 and my sister eagerly waiting for me in the corridor. H1 was jumping up and down and asked me where Nanga was.
I was left on that darn gurney for about five hours until they found a room for us. All this time poor H1 & co. had to wait outside the corridor. Finally a nurse came and told us that a private labour room was available and that was after good 6 hours or so on that darn narrow bed.
Finally, my whole family was together and we were able to celebrate our new addition. H1 was elated and kept saying, "Don't cry Nanga, Akki is here, Akki is here." We were a little worried that she might feel jealous, but H1 was quite happy and proud to be given the role of big sister. We were also concerned about how H1 would react to the fact that she will have to sleep without both her Ammi and Thaaththi, but she accepted it quite calmly and went off with my sister without much of a fuss.
Then a few nurses came over and said they were moving me back to a cubicle. The nerve!! After all that waiting! That's when Hubs put his foot down. We had been so patient with them, without complaining like some of the other patients were doing, I guess they thought they could get away with it. Then the nurses said, 'I hope you know that this room costs more.' Hubs told them that they should realise that I had had a surgery and I should get some rest and not be moved from place to place and put into a cubicle where privacy is only obtained by having a curtain around you. After that they left us alone.
Then started the real drama. By this time I was starting feel some pain around my incision and told a nurse about it. She gave me a suppository. I waited half an hour for it to take effect...nnnhhhhnnn...nothing...then I waited an hour...mmmmmhnnnn...still nothing and the pain was getting worse. I asked Hubs to tell the nurse again. She came and gave me two Panagon tablets. Again I waited. Oh boy! Nothing seems to work.
The pain was unbearable. I remember thinking "Now I know how victims of the Cruciatus curse felt in Harry Potter (duh! I know..but I was in pain alright!)..it was indeed 'pain beyond pain'). And to make matters worse, my legs were acting up. What you ask? Yep, they were acting up...meaning, I sometimes suffer from something called Restless Leg Syndrome. It makes me want to move or jerk my legs...an impossible task when you've undergone surgery and is in mortal fear of moving in anyway because of the pain. The nurse came over and told me there was nothing more they can do and that the next suppository can only be given in another 6 hours.
That's when I started crying...and talking gibberish in pain. Poor hubs was made to rub my feet all night. This was when I decided that I am going to make it my life's mission to tell anyone who'd listen never to have a c-section if they can help it!
Finally around 4.00 am when I couldn't take it any longer, just to see if it would help, even if it meant more unbearable pain, I decided to get out of my bed. With the help of Hubs and two attendants, I slowly got off and walked over to the toilet. When a nurse heard that I was up, she came and took off my catheter. Boy was I glad that that horrible thing was off.
All in all it was a horrible horrible night, where I had to depend on kind strangers to change my pads, give bed pans, see me cry and all in all take care of all my embarrassing bodily functions including holding my breasts up to my baby's mouth, as I couldn't turn my body towards the baby.
After I walked about a bit, the pain did become bearable and both Hubs and I was able to catch about an hours sleep.
After that horrible night however, my recovery was OK and I was able to move about, feed the baby and even have a bath the very next day. They finally gave us a room around mid-day the next day. We were allowed to go home on the third day and it felt great to be back.
Now that it has been more than two weeks, I can fully move about with no pain and it amazes me how the human body can recover so fast. But folks I have decided that two babies is enough for me...no way am I going through another Ceasar!!
After about an hour I was taken back to the labour room as there were no rooms available. I saw H1 and my sister eagerly waiting for me in the corridor. H1 was jumping up and down and asked me where Nanga was.
I was left on that darn gurney for about five hours until they found a room for us. All this time poor H1 & co. had to wait outside the corridor. Finally a nurse came and told us that a private labour room was available and that was after good 6 hours or so on that darn narrow bed.
Finally, my whole family was together and we were able to celebrate our new addition. H1 was elated and kept saying, "Don't cry Nanga, Akki is here, Akki is here." We were a little worried that she might feel jealous, but H1 was quite happy and proud to be given the role of big sister. We were also concerned about how H1 would react to the fact that she will have to sleep without both her Ammi and Thaaththi, but she accepted it quite calmly and went off with my sister without much of a fuss.
Then a few nurses came over and said they were moving me back to a cubicle. The nerve!! After all that waiting! That's when Hubs put his foot down. We had been so patient with them, without complaining like some of the other patients were doing, I guess they thought they could get away with it. Then the nurses said, 'I hope you know that this room costs more.' Hubs told them that they should realise that I had had a surgery and I should get some rest and not be moved from place to place and put into a cubicle where privacy is only obtained by having a curtain around you. After that they left us alone.
Then started the real drama. By this time I was starting feel some pain around my incision and told a nurse about it. She gave me a suppository. I waited half an hour for it to take effect...nnnhhhhnnn...nothing...then I waited an hour...mmmmmhnnnn...still nothing and the pain was getting worse. I asked Hubs to tell the nurse again. She came and gave me two Panagon tablets. Again I waited. Oh boy! Nothing seems to work.
The pain was unbearable. I remember thinking "Now I know how victims of the Cruciatus curse felt in Harry Potter (duh! I know..but I was in pain alright!)..it was indeed 'pain beyond pain'). And to make matters worse, my legs were acting up. What you ask? Yep, they were acting up...meaning, I sometimes suffer from something called Restless Leg Syndrome. It makes me want to move or jerk my legs...an impossible task when you've undergone surgery and is in mortal fear of moving in anyway because of the pain. The nurse came over and told me there was nothing more they can do and that the next suppository can only be given in another 6 hours.
That's when I started crying...and talking gibberish in pain. Poor hubs was made to rub my feet all night. This was when I decided that I am going to make it my life's mission to tell anyone who'd listen never to have a c-section if they can help it!
Finally around 4.00 am when I couldn't take it any longer, just to see if it would help, even if it meant more unbearable pain, I decided to get out of my bed. With the help of Hubs and two attendants, I slowly got off and walked over to the toilet. When a nurse heard that I was up, she came and took off my catheter. Boy was I glad that that horrible thing was off.
All in all it was a horrible horrible night, where I had to depend on kind strangers to change my pads, give bed pans, see me cry and all in all take care of all my embarrassing bodily functions including holding my breasts up to my baby's mouth, as I couldn't turn my body towards the baby.
After I walked about a bit, the pain did become bearable and both Hubs and I was able to catch about an hours sleep.
After that horrible night however, my recovery was OK and I was able to move about, feed the baby and even have a bath the very next day. They finally gave us a room around mid-day the next day. We were allowed to go home on the third day and it felt great to be back.
Now that it has been more than two weeks, I can fully move about with no pain and it amazes me how the human body can recover so fast. But folks I have decided that two babies is enough for me...no way am I going through another Ceasar!!
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