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When your mother and father bring home a four hour-old baby and announce that she is going to stay, make sure the baby knows her place by only referring to her as it, as in "I want to hold it".  You can also try telling the baby's great-grandmother to "keep it" and see if that works.

When all of a sudden you have to share your mother's breasts, and the baby always seems to get to nurse first, tell your mother, "I need nursies to grow too!".  This should weigh heavily on her conscience.

It is useful to fill the baby's things with your toys, as in marking territory.  It used to be yours anyway, so technically it still belongs to you.  For example, the bassinet should be full of stuffed anumals at all times, as should the swing , the bouncy seat, and the bucket carseat.  That way, it is a pain for your mother to put the baby down at any time, and she will remember how sweet and trouble free life was before she brought "it" along.

Whenever someone brings a stuffed animal for "it" make sure it ends up in your possession by exclaiming "thanks!  I love it!  Boo-ful aminal" to the gift-giver.  This makes the gift-giver feel appreciated, and it gets you the toy.  After all, one wouldn't want to spoil "it", would one?

Whenever "it" is asleep is a good time to use your outside voice.  This wakes up the baby and flusters your mother, again reminding her that life was easy when you were an only child.  

Insist that your dollies be cloth-diapered.  With the cute diapers, not the prefolds.

When your mother is ready to take you on an outing with the sibling, and she and the baby are ready to go and you are in your snowsuit, announce that you cannot go ANYWHERE before nursing your teddy bear.  This buys you time before you have to be in public with "it" and withstand the endless "oh isn't she cute?" remarks.  Off with snowsuit, off with boots, nurse the bear, and then reluctantly agree to get dressed again to go on the outing.

When taking baby to endless midwife/doctor's appointment, make sure you are not forgotten.  Bringing a stuffed animal is useful  Eeyore gets weighed and examined, the nurses think you are the cutest thing ever, and people end up paying as much attention to you as they do to "it".  After Eeyore has been weighed and examined and the doctore feels it's time to examine "it", there are several things you can do to bring attention to yourself.  Climb the windowsill.  Stand up on the chair.  Knock down the paper-roller that is attached to the examining table.  Your mother, in an attempt to divert your attention, will then allow you to play in her purse.  At this time, it is recommended to put her coins in your mouth.  This really gets her attention away from "it", and you are at the doctor's anyway so what can go wrong?  At the next visit, she will remember to bring dad for you to play with.

When your mother decided to try the decidedly unwise tactic of the "naughty step", enthusiastically go on the step and exclaim "mummy I love the step, I love it".  She'll never put you on it again, and she will stop taking advice from a nitwit on television against her better judgement.

When the baby is going through a growth spurt and must be nursed endlessly, ask to watch Lilo and Stitch.  Over and Over and Over and Over again.  Until she gives up on nursing the little beast just to get anything else going through her head than Lilo and Stitch.

 When your mother boasts that "it" sleeps very well during the night and comments on how well rested she is, it is important to not deprive her completely of the newborn experience.  Set you inner clock for 3 AM and have a few wails.  You do not even have to completely wake up to do this.  She will be so happy to feel like the other mothers of newborns and she will have you to thank for this feeling of belonging.




Agnes Veronica Grace

  • Jan. 14th, 2008 at 5:21 PM
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Born at 11:59 AM.  8lbs 1 oz (she's tiny compared to her sister).  Beautiful drug-free labour and birth.  More soon, with pictures.
We are home and nursing, and all is well with the world.
M

For mamakimi

  • Nov. 12th, 2007 at 4:17 PM
agnes
 For [info]mamakimi, babywearing while pregnant with a Ball Baby Mei Tei (straps are regular length) I was about 24 weeks when this was taken.





 

Things not to tell a pregnant woman...

  • Nov. 4th, 2007 at 10:25 PM
zfina
I am of normal weight, perhaps a bit "voluptuous" due to the lactation induced 36-D's.  My non pregnant size is 8, and I haven't gaind an extraordinary amount of weight.  I am measuring on time, and even a bit small, though not as samll as I measured with Abbey.

And yet I hear:

"Are you sure there is only one baby?"   Ummm.  Yes, I am positive.  I hear that one all the time.

"I don't know much about childbirth, but.... you're not going to make it to January".  Ok dude, yes, I am.  I'll freaking hold the kid in until February if I can just to piss you off.

"You're getting bigger every week!"  Well, I certainly hope I'm not getting any smaller.

"Are you going to get any bigger?"  I would expect to, yes.  I have eleven weeks to go.

"Should you still be at work?"  Where would you like me to be?  I'm not an invalid, I am pregnant.

"That's going to be one hell of a big baby".  Yes, I sure hope so.  The kid better be at least a nine pounder to make it worth my while. 

Seriously people, I appreciate the candor, but really, I don't need to be  constantly bombarded with comments on how big I am.  I am big, I am pregnant, I am carrying the baby in my abdomen, it's normal.  I feeel good, I think I look pretty decent, and I have great maternity jeans, so there.

/end rant.  
 

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1. When your dear mother decides to take you to the local Italian eatery with dad because she's tired of cooking and doing dishes, don't say anything when she makes you wear a gorgeous ivory and french blue blouse for which she paid a fortune.  Then make sure that you thoroughly enjoy your spaghetti.  This will teach her to:
a) Never forget to pack a bib.
b) Stop spending so much cash on baby clothes.  Seriously, a toddler does not need a fancy ivory and french blue blouse.

2. When your mother convinces your father to take you along on their anniversary dinner because you are, after all, a product of their union, make sure she regrets this upsetting change in your weekday routine by refusing to eat your chicken strips AND EVEN your French fries and insisting on going on tours of the restaurant.  That way, your mother and father will eat in shifts, resulting in less romance, and none of that embarrassing kissy-kissy stuff.  This is particulary effective when the restaurant in question is one where your mother used to work, and when the server is a friend of your mother's.

3. When going out to dinner with your parents, grandparents, and aunt and uncle in a swanky place, be on your best behavior.  However, if they decide to order multiple courses during the meal, make your impatience known by becoming irritable.  Then, show them that they are easily replaceable when the very cute waiter decides to pick you up and show you around the restaurant by charming the pants off of him.  After you've gotten the love from the cute waiter, refer to him as "Uncle Marcus" and extend your arms to him to be picked up every time he comes to the table.  This will teach everyone, especially your real uncle, to pay quality attention to you.

4. When your parents take you to the same breakfast place every Sunday, demand that the staff acknowledge that you are a regular.  Balloons must accompany every meal, and "colours" must be promptly delivered.  Refer to the high chair as "the Abbey-chair", substituting your own name of course.  If your mother tries to be creative and orders something different than your usual scrambled eggs, immediately throw the offending food on the ground.  This will teach them the art of consistency.

5. When your mother orders pancakes, make sure to eat them.  If she orderd you your own pancakes, refuse to touch them and somehow dispose of them.  See above.

6. When your mother and caregiver have tried to teach you the art of cleanliness and tidyness, show them that the lesson is well-learned when in restaurants.  For example, if a server breaks a glass and takes her time to clean it up, tell your mother "Mummy PICK IT UP!  BROKEN ON FLOOR PICK IT UP!!!"  And if a plate is dropped, inform the server that she made "A BIG MESS!".  This is also appropriate if the customers near you are slobs.  Point to them and exclaim "Lady made BIG MESS mummy! Look mummy, right there, mess!"  Make sure everyone, especially the offending parties hear you.  Good manners are for everyone.

7. At home, accept to eat only when the animal channel is on and you are sitting in the toddler rocker.  Refuse to eat anything in your high chair.  In fact, this is more effective if you throw a major fit whenever your parents try to seat you in the high chair.  Teach them that high chairs are for playing **play-doh only.  As everyone knows, parents are as easily trained as Pavlov's dog, so eat well and in great quantity when they relent and let you eat in the toddler chair, watching the "ewephants and mookeys" on the animal channel.
 
                                      ** play doh is easily hidden in your mother's shoes, and causes quite a  reaction.

agnes

Notes form Abigael:

1.  It is important on road trips to occasionally remind your parents that they are cruel for tying you up in a contraption and expect you to sit there quietly for hours, regardless of how exciting the destination might be.  A good way to remind them of this is by requesting something special, something delicious, something you would normally get as a treat.  Ice Cream.  This is especially successful when ice cream is out of season. It is quite entertaining to watch one's mother try Harvey's, Tim Horton's, Burger King, etc for ice cream when you know they have none.  It is even more exciting to watch your mother go into a gas station off the highway, put her principles aside, and buy you the only brand available for miles, a brand that she has dutifully boycotted for years: Nestle.   Of course, as we all know, Nestle is crap and one would rather die than eat it, so the only thing left to do is to take off the wrapper, throw it on the floor along with the ice cream, and yell "Bar-Gage".  

2.  Should your mother have the patience and kindness to nurse you into todlerhood and well into her pregnancy, it is important to remind her of the newborn days when your latch was horrible and recreate those days for her, should she get the silly notion that siblings are a good idea, and to get her to stop looking at infants as though they were the best thing on earth. 

3.   If your mother refuses on principle to Ferberize you, it is crucial to test her resolve by whining every time she leaves your bedroom to the point where she feels compelled to sit on the foor  by the bedroom door until you fall asleep.  This can take a long time, so feel free to ask for countless things: water, teddy bears, extra blankets, etc.  After you have exhausted these necessities (and exhausted your mother), ask for hugs.  

4. When in the midst of potty learning, remember that you can pretend to need the potty at bdtime.  This delays bedtime for up to an hour.  If she figures out you are only pretending to use the potty, scrunch up your face and say "push poop out!" and you're good for another half hour.
 
5.  If you are  a lean child and a picky eater, it is easy to get your mother to do all kinds of silly antics to get you to eat.  Like sing Old Macdonald until she runs out of animals she knows.  And let you play with play-doh while eating dinner.

6.  When in the car, strapped in aforementioned contraption, pick a song that drives your parents particularly batty.  Raffi works well.  Do not, under any circumstance, let them play the whole CD.  Instead, ask for the same song over and over and stay consistent.  They love it.  Consistency is the key to good daughtering.

7.  If your mother is a fan of babywearing and likes to put you in a back carry, untie the straps of her halter top in public.  That way, everybody gets to see where your lunch comes from.

Friends, Friends, Friends...

  • Sep. 5th, 2006 at 7:41 PM
melmom
I'm following  [info]dainty_monster's lead and making my LJ friends only.   A woman in one of the communities I belong to has been stealing a bunch of baby photos and passing them off as her own, concocting strange and twisted stories about the children in the photos.. She also snarked Abigael's name in one of her non-LJ  blogs.  Since my journal is mostly about my life with my family and daughter and my theatre work, I think it is best if I am more careful about who reads my entries.  Anyway, I am going to keep everyone already on my friends list, but to those of you who read this blog  who are not LJ members, I apologize. 
Please comment if you want me to add you.  I would be honored to do so. 
Melissa
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something new

  • Jun. 28th, 2006 at 11:27 PM
agnes
I am seriously considering undergoing doula training in October.  I have been thinking about this since Abbey's birth, and thought it would be something I would do after I am done having children.  But I think I am going to do it now.  I very much want to be around birth; and I want to be an advocate for women and their choices.  I had a long conversation with my midwife a few hours after Abigael's birth about how difficult labour and childbirth must be for teenage mums.  She told me about a client of hers who had no relatives or friends to support her during labour, and nobody to call with the good news after the birth.   Throughout my pregnancy and after Abigael came to me, I was very preoccupied with how difficult pregnancy could be for a woman/girl who didn't have the support of a partner or family member.
 I really want to do this.  There is no way I can take the four year course to become a midwife; it would mean moving and quitting my job, and that's just not possible.  But this I could do.  I'd love to volunteer at the local agency which helps teens with staying in school and finding housing during their pregnancies and after the births of their babies.   I can feel the pull.  I am excited, even though it's still just  in the planning stages. 

Jun. 3rd, 2006

  • 11:02 PM
agnes
The midwifery picnic was rained out today; we ended up apartment hunting for K who is moving back to Ottawa in a few weeks.  Our quest  led us to a great  flat owned by a chain-smoking  Eastern European man and his wife who has just had a tracheotomy and can barely breathe.  They were an astonishing and very odd couple.
Liam took me to see Cirque du Soleil yesterday as a Mother's Day treat.  The show was breathtaking, spectacular, wondrous.  Liam's aunt, grandma, and cousins babysat Abigael while we were gone.  We were away for a total of three hour and fifteen minutes, by far the longest she has ever been away from me.  I was slightly traumatised by how quiet the car was, and during the show I kept worrying that the noise would spook her, only to remember that she wasn't with us.  She had a marvelous time; she got to go play with the neighborhood kids at the park, she chased Aunt Liz's cat, and napped on grandma's bed.  I was very relieved that it all went so well.  Liam and I needed those three hours together to watch a show and run like kids in the pouring rain back to the car.
My swimmimg friend S has to undergo chemo and radiation for uterine cancer.  Her daughter A is just one month older than Abigael.  Her prognosis is good, but I can't imagine the fear and worry she must be going through right now.  She won't be able to come to the pool anymore because of her treatment but has the good fortune of having lots of family around to help care for little A.  She asked if she can bring her over to play with Abigael, and I think that would be delightful.  I hope she does. Another  friend, L, is just finishing up her treatments for breast cancer.  She is 39 and has two children, 7 and 2.  The spooky part is that she worked in a building where several young people have developed cancers in recent years, all of which worked on the same side of the building.  All of them are in remission, and hopefully L will be too.

Some Enchanted Evening

  • May. 30th, 2006 at 10:43 PM
agnes
I found Liam's lost wedding band this morning, had two wonderful conversations with some nice mom friends, and took some time to play with the bunnies tonight (they have been neglected since wee Abbey came along).
Liam grilled filet mignon for dinner, I just got out of a marvelous cool shower, and Abigael has been asleep for three hours without a peep.  I might just cut myself a slice of strawberry pie and eat it before bed.  On a day like this, ain't life sweet?

Ah the CBC

  • May. 26th, 2006 at 11:15 PM
agnes
Some jerks beat and robbed a 91 year old man not too  far from here a few weeks ago.  He was tied up for a good long while until he was found, and he kept himself together by singing the old hymn "How Great Thou Art".  I cried when I watched that story on the news that night, and I cried when I read this update: Bless'em.

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16 Candles

  • May. 18th, 2006 at 8:24 PM
melmom
I had to conduct an interview for potential members of the co-op this evening.  It was the first time  for Rose, my co-interviewer.  So the applicants arrived, a lovely couple with their 18 month old son.  Abigael really likes other babies, especially boys.  I don't know how she can tell that they are boys, but she knows.  She reacts totally differently to boys; she gets really hyper and excited.  She laughs and bounces and wants to play.  The interview begins.  Abigael pukes.  Barfs.  Throws up on the credit check, on the application, on the landlord check, on my shirt, on my pants, the floor, the table, the chair.  I can smell it still even though we had a bath.  A quarter of me is mortified, another quarter worried,  and the rest just thinks it's pretty freakin' funny.  She has never vomited before, not even spit up.  She had to make her puking debut in front of an audience of strangers.
 Mama's girl.
Anyway, the lack of fever and the subsequent cheery, happy mood lead me to think that  the incident was caused by the stimulation of baby Lucas's visit, and the fact that she was sitting on my lap when she wanted to be down to play. Perhaps I was holding her too tightly around the tummy... We'll see how the night goes and we might pop in to see Dr. D tomorrow if we need to.

I had my braces put in on Monday.  My teeth, gums, and the insides of my cheeks are incredibly sore.  I can't believe I am going though this for one tooth.  I am considering stealing some of Abbey's herbal teething remedy.  So I got my driver's license and braces within a few weeks of each other.... I feel like I am sixteen again.  Abigael was babysat for the very first time during my orthodontic ordeal.  She was upset when I left, and I thought about her the whole time. I was gone for 2.5 hours.  She was fast asleep on Kate's bed when I went to pick her up.  All was well.

Must go do laundry.  Prefolds clean up barf really well.

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Hot off the Press

  • May. 13th, 2006 at 6:43 AM
agnes
Abigael's first newspaper appearance (other than her birth announcement).
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May. 12th, 2006

  • 10:57 AM
agnes
Sorry people----- I was trying to upload photos of the babe and be discreet by using l-j cuts, and they didn't work.  If I clogged up your friends lists for a while this morning, I apologize.

And since we are on the subject of photos, I went  for my little shoot with the Citizen photographer.  He was on digital, and from what I saw the caption in the paper should run: "New Mother Slays Archbishop with Massive Killer Breasts".  Seriously, not the most flattering angles, and the sling was pushing them down a bit, making them look even more ginormous than they already are.  I guess on the bright side, it's an advert. for slings and nursing....
M

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Kicking Bishop Butt....

  • May. 10th, 2006 at 10:34 AM
agnes
feels so good!
I wrote a letter to the editor last night and it will run in the Saturday paper along with a picture of Abigael and I at the church.

Here's how it goes: Dear )