32 week appointment

We went to see the gynae last week. There were only two couples in the waiting room when we arrived, meaning that he wasn’t too backed up. We were in for a nice surprise as Being Mom had left hampers for all the pregnant mommies. I’m a sucker for freebies and the hamper included free nappies! Free nappies are the bestest! (and not just 5 like you get in your Discovery baby bag).

 

 

Being Mom Hamper

 

 

Before long we were ushered into the gynae’s office. He asked me under what circumstances I would come into the labour ward, probably checking whether I knew what signs to look out for when going into labour. I think I scored top marks ;) Then we were off to see PrincessIce. She is growing well and weighs about 2 kilograms now. There are no signs that she is going to try and make an early escape and he is most certain she will not arrive before January. He wasn’t even able to give us a photo of her since madam has her head firmly lodged into my pelvis. This would explain my extreme discomfort when trying to walk! If one more person tells me I should walk more/exercise to try and relieve this discomfort I am going to punch them in the face. Especially if they do not have a head lodged in their pelvis at the time, which is always the case.  My gynae is a funny guy. He said he is practicing his epidurals like a runner would train for the comrades. He says every time he administers an epidural he thinks of me and he is doing pretty well. He says the sweetest things :D Apparently the way PrincessIce is positioned now she is in the optimum position for a complication-free natural delivery.

 

 

A colleague scared the crap out of me yesterday. Another colleague of ours gave birth at the same hospital. She is also with my gynae. Apparently she went in at around 16:00. It was weekend. She gave birth around 22:00…before the gynae had even seen her! This also means she didn’t get an epidural!  Shit. I will just have to trust that my gynae will be there the day I go into labour, that he will have time to give me my epidural that I so desperately want and that I will have as beautiful a birth as I did with Babyice. I must really do my best not to worry about all this now. It is out of my control and worrying about it isn’t going to change anything. Right? Right. *breathe*

 

 

 

He has scheduled an appointment for me with his partner in December. He said he would rather not tempt fate and schedule an appointment for me for when he gets back from leave. In effect this means that I won’t see him again until we see each other in the delivery room! He said they would likely schedule another appointment for me in January, but that he doubts I’ll make it to any appointment they make for Jan. Flippen hell. After that we booked my hospital bed. I’ve already gotten authorization from the medical aid…everything is starting to feel very REAL!

 

 

I discussed with the receptionist the R 1500.00 co-payment for the birth and she said we don’t have to pay it. Apparently the medical aid’s policy has changed since I had Babyice and there is no co-payment on my plan anymore. SCORE! I save R 1500.00, right? Well, sort of. I found out the same day that Discovery doesn’t cover the actual Mirena device which I plan to have put in after the birth. The discovery rate for the device is R 2060.00. Thank goodness for the saving of the R 1500.00 though. I’ve put that money away in my 30 day account to pay towards the Mirena when the time comes.

 

 

The nesting instinct is still strong. Whenever we bring stuff into the house I feel like crying. I want to get rid of stuff…not bring in more junk! And everything is junk. We went to a few furniture stores yesterday and found no freestanding cupboards. We went to two pine furniture shops and found what we are looking for, with a big fat price tag of between R 2500.00 and R 3000.00, without a coat of paint! So I’ve decided to get a 2 door linen cupboard from Smartfurn. Basically it’s like a wardrobe cupboard, but only has shelves and no hanging space. It might be made out of chipboard, but it is less than half the price of the pine furniture. All I know is that I don’t want something with drawers. Drawers have repeatedly failed me! I hope to get the cupboard this week. I lay awake at 3:00 this morning visualizing what I would pack into the cupboard. Yes. I have serious issues!

I’ve made a start

Finally after some epic procrastination and fretting over the clutter issue, I started. I started by clearing out two shelves in my cupboard. Two shelves turned into two grocery bags full of stuff to donate. I struggled to come to terms with the fact that some of the things in those bags were very expensive and had barely been used. There was even a pair of stockings that I must of bought 3 years ago that were still in the packaging! I had to toss stuff out though. I *needed* to purge. The two shelves were finally looking decent (they had been bugging me for MONTHS) and I no longer had to stick my fist into a wall of clothes/scarves and hope I pulled out what I needed.

 

 

On Saturday when the housekeeper came I decided to tackle unpacking my summer clothes. This happened with gusto and resulted in a large black bag full of stuff that the housekeeper ended up taking home with her. I managed to make quite a bit of space in the cupboards in our room. Rudi needs to go through his clothes and I know that is going to be like pulling teeth! Rudi started unpacking the shelves in Babyice’s room with medicine and baby stuff (bottles/teats/toiletries) and we started throwing away expired medication and things we no longer need. I was able to pack back the baby stuff, but the medicine is still lying in disarray as I need to stand on a chair to pack this back and I refuse to pick up a chair and carry it there. The only ‘chair’ we really have is a little wooden stool and it’s quite heavy and quite low. I’ve asked Rudi to take it through for me, but that hasn’t happened yet.

 

 

On Sunday I wanted to go and buy some storage containers to help with the organizing mission. Rudi, however, decided that he would rather go fishing with Lindor. I was majorly pissed off. I was feeling ill (still am) and he decided to bugger off and leave me alone with Babyice, while I am possibly contagious and of course I could get nothing done without him there. Right now I NEED him to be there. I need him to bend down, pick things up and carry stuff around. Yes, it’s not glamorous work, but someone has to do it and right now that cannot be me. He hasn’t been out in a little while, so I only sulked about it for about 48 hours.

 

 

On Monday we went to the shops and I spent about R900 buying various storage containers/organizers so that we can get the organizing and sorting on track. These containers and organizers are standing by the front door as they arrived. *sigh*. This weekend we’ll be going to visit my father’s mother in Gordon’s Bay, so we won’t get anything done then either. Not much more time before PrincessIce arrives and still so much chaos! I am not getting any smaller or any more comfortable and I’m worried that I’ll run out of ability before I even run out of time.

 

 

I want to replace our current compactum with a wardrobe/shelved cupboard. I barely used the compactum as a changing table, I mostly changed Babyice on the bed. The drawers are completely stuffed. They don’t slide in and out properly and even the bases of the drawers are falling out. A cupboard will provide more packing space and take up less space in the room horizontally. I’ve been looking around for something and haven’t found anything yet. I don’t really feel like trekking around the shops to find something, but I might not have a choice. Rudi reckons he can make a cupboard, but I’m still waiting for him to make me a headboard for the last 6 years so I’m not holding my breath.

 

 

Still so much to do and time is ticking away as if we have time to waste :(

Clutter Chaos – HELP!

The chaos which is my house and all the cupboards therein is driving me BATSHIT! It is nagging me and I just can’t face it. Arkwife suggested I should surely be nesting by now…my response? My head is nesting, but my body is protesting! It keeps on mulling around in my mind. Too much stuff. Too much clutter. No space. Where are we going to put the baby? Where are we going to put her stuff? How? WHEN? HOW?! I just cannot DEAL.

 

 

I have two friends who would be MORE than happy to organize my shit for me…in a heartbeat, but they are all stuck in different provinces. Peppered around the country. Just my luck! Even when Angel was down from Johannesburg for my baby shower last time, the evening she helped me organize all the clothing gifts into age categories (how GENIUS is that?! ) and I’m sure we even packed some of it away. Angel, by the way, is a fantastic organizer. She has a really logical way of thinking and is able to make the simplest, smallest changes to make a big difference. For example, she turned around all my pens/highlighters, etc so that the points face downwards and they don’t dry out. DUH. WHY didn’t I think of that?! I still do that to this day.

 

 

As much as I’d like to say I am a well organized person…I am just NOT. I am disorganized. I make clutter. I HATE it. You should see my bloody dressing table. There are probably 40 bottles of various crap standing on TOP of it. Off the top of my head I can tell you the following items are there that have not been touched in months:

 

 

  • Hair mousse
  • Baby powder
  • Sudocrem
  • Hair silicone spray
  • Puma Balm
  • Prodol teething stuff
  • Various lotions

 

…and…and…and….KILLING ME. Why not pack it away? Because the designated cupboard is also in disarray. There is a table between our lounge and kitchen which is COVERED in crap. Mostly Babyice’s toys, etc…but COVERED. Toys he doesn’t play with, but we have nowhere else to put and PrincessIce will use it too. I have some clear storage containers that stack well…full of stuffed animals…that just never get taken out or played with. Some of them have sentimental value. I was thinking to go through them and donating some to the less fortunate. Then I have a high shelf at the top of Babyice’s cupboard that has a lot of old books and heaven knows what else in it. Babyice doesn’t get to use ANY of his cupboards, the built in cupboards in his room at least. The hanging space is full of daddy’s clothes. Beneath that there two large suitcases with whichever clothes we’re not wearing due to seasonal changes. Okay, clothes I’M not wearing. There are also blankets there so there is no space at the bottom. Above that the books and heaven knows what else. The shelves are filled with towels, linen, more baby blankets and medicine/toiletries. All Babyice’s clothes are in the compactum we got before he was born. Do you remember that Babyice only got his ‘baby room’ at the age of 4 months? THAT is how organized I am. Babyice’s clothes that don’t fit anymore and are now destined to be worn by PrincessIce are vacuum packed in the top of my cupboard. The top of our cupboards are also full. We just took our electric blanket off and put it in the top of the cupboard. One of my kitchen cupboards is filled with forgotten containers, old coffee mugs we’ll never use and again…heaven knows what else.

 

 

 

Every storage space is filled to maximum capacity…another reason I’ve been panicking about where to put PrincessIce’s things. TOO MUCH STUFF! TOO LITTLE SPACE. I’m sure if I were more organized or better at organizing I could stop agonizing as everything would just be lovely. I am just so overwhelmed that I do not even know where to start. I am afraid if I start I will start moving stuff around instead of solving the actual problem. I need to DE-CLUTTER my life! I need to get rid of loads of things. Rudi is TERRIBLE at this. Absolutely terrible. I can still throw things out and ‘let go’. I go through phases where I purge things at a fantastic rate and I can’t remember ever regretting it. Rudi will hold on to the plastic sleeve we bought a blanket in ‘in case we need it someday’. Which why he has a cupboard bulging with clothes he NEVER wears. I just can’t get him to part with the stuff! This is not his fault though. His cupboard full of clothes is just a slice of the pie. There are much bigger problems all over the house.

 

 

 

I want someone to help me fix this. The thought of it makes me crumble into a pile and reduces me to tears. I want to be better. I want to do better. I just can’t get started and clearly need some guidance. This is my cry for help!

Sippy Cup Sillyness

A couple of weeks ago we bought Babyice a new sippy cup. We allowed him to pick it himself and he chose a green Nuby sippy cup with tractors and digger loaders on it. I was most chuffed with his new sippy cup and we decided that we would let him drink *everything* out of it and no more bottles would be offered. In fact, he asked for the sippy cup time and time again. Washing bottles is getting really tiring! After using this cup for a week I took it back to Dischem where we bought it. The bloody ‘non-spill’ cup would leak terribly every time we tried to use it. I hated it. I even flung it across a room once or twice out of frustration. Thank goodness for durable plastic! We arrive at the client services counter, explain the problem and are redirected to till number 1 who handles returns. Till number 1 was unmanned though, so the cashier at till number 2 called us over in order to help us. Note: Not the cashier who usually deals with returns, another, random cashier. I explain that the stupid cup leaks all the time. Rudi wanders off to the sippy cup aisle to see if he can find a replacement. In the interim the cashier removes the seal from the sippy cup, replaces it and says she can’t see anything wrong. I told her it’s all very good and well when there is no water in the sippy cup. Conveniently she had a bottle of water at the till and she put some in the sippy cup. Low and behold! Not a leak in sight! I ask her to take it apart again and show me how she did it. She does. No leaks! Then I insist on trying to do it myself, under supervision…and wouldn’t you know it…NO LEAKS! By this time Rudi has come back with the news that there aren’t any other sippy cups, which is fine, because it turns out it was a user problem. Multiple users, mind you. Rudi then tried with some instructions and voila! No leaks!   We were so embarrassed!  Since then we have not had one incident of leakages and we love the sippy cup so much that I bought another one for him today. Same brand and same type of cup, with different pictures on. The only other complaint I have about the cup is that the rubber seal that removes from the lid seems to retain the smell/taste of whatever was in it. We would make him chocolate milk and after washing the sippy cup we would give him Oros in it. After that if you smell the rubber it smells like orange chocolate. I have managed to get it out by soaking the sippy cup in Jik. This is the actual reason I bought another one, so we could use one for milk and one for cooldrink/juice. Picture of the sippy cup:

 

 

Sippy Cup

 

 

Our housekeeper didn’t pitch this weekend. Apparently she had a really bad headache. Her sister works at the flat across the way from us and she didn’t pitch either, but a replacement sister was sent for our neighbour. Out of desperation I asked him if would ask her to pitch in with just the ironing on our side for R60.00. We hate the ironing. She said she would see what time she finished at his place and luckily she was able to come do the ironing. I went to another La Leche League meeting on Saturday, which was very useful and informative again. Babyice and Rudi went to play on the beach while I was there. After that we headed home, to be faced with the dirty house, with neat little piles of clothing that had been ironed. I was exhausted, sore and moody. Badly so. I was also suffering from the most awful hayfever which only made me even more cranky. I feel so helpless…so many things require me to bend down and I feel so heavy and uncomfortable doing any kind of housework is strenuous right now. I know that Rudi resents me for not helping, I would feel the same if I were in his shoes, despite the reason for him not helping. I actually discussed this with him yesterday. He didn’t deny it. He really does pull his weight around the house and of late I have not been able to. On Sunday morning I felt more refreshed and not yet exhausted and sore. He started cleaning and I pitched in by doing the vacuuming and folding laundry. It made me feel a little better and maybe it made him feel better too.

 

 

We intended to put the Christmas tree up this weekend, but discovered that the tree was too far back in the ceiling to be taken out without a ladder. Poo. We’ve asked our downstairs neighbour to organize a ladder for us so we can get the Christmas tree out and put it up. Babyice still quite keen to have his Christmas tree out!

 

 

Babyice has been snotty since before the weekend. I’ve had a stuffy nose all weekend, but attributed it to the hayfever…until this morning. This morning at work I realized I also have sore ears/throat and a headache. All signs that I am, in fact, sick. The symptoms aren’t too bad at the moment. Touch wood. I hope that I’ll be able to recover on my own without having to visit the doctor. Babyice is still quite snotty and some of it is travelling down to his chest resulting in a yucky cough. There are a couple of sick kids at the day mother and I suspect that is where he picked up the bug. I just wish he wasn’t so into sharing :P

Tick Tock

Time is ticking away…I’d like to say slowly, but it really doesn’t feel like it. Tomorrow I will be 31 weeks. Babyice was born at 38 weeks 5 days. The gynae reckons PrincessIce will also come sooner than 40 weeks…which means I potentially have 7 or 8 weeks to get everything ready and for everything to be done. SEVEN TO EIGHT WEEKS. That is NO TIME AT ALL. That is more or less two months. When you say two months it actually sounds a bit longer…but my supervisor said in a meeting yesterday ‘You’re going on maternity leave next month’ and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Next month. Right. You get it. There is very little time left and I’m panicky.

 

 

We still have to move furniture around in our house so that the cot can go next to our bed. We still need to get a new mattress for the cot. We have to do a major cleaning out of stuff to make space for PrincessIce’s clothes. Most of the clothes we have bought are still lying in the packets they came home in. They also all have to be washed. According to Twitter it is unnecessary to use special washing powder/fabric softner for baby’s clothes. I did with Babyice, but I really don’t see the point of buying separate stuff this time around, unless of course PrincessIce has a sensitivity. I want to steam clean the carpets with a hired machine before baby arrives (nesting much?). We need to pick up/wash/find space for stuff we’ve put at Rudi’s parents house like the baby bath, snug ‘n safe and bath chair. I need to unpack my summer clothes. I want to tidy the cupboards in Babyice’s room that are stacked with medicine, baby bottles and a whole lot of other stuff.

 

 

In the face of all this chaos I also remembered that having a baby entails a lot of admin. So yesterday I phoned the medical aid to pre-authorize my hospital stay. I’ve also filled in the hospital admission form that has been lying on my desk since the 10th of October. While I was at it I got a quote for how much our medical aid contribution will be once the baby arrives. Adding an additional kid to the medical aid isn’t so bad (R575/pm)…but all our premiums are also going up next year…so at the end of the day medical aid is going to cost about R900 more per month. That doesn’t include the R200 for Vitality and R200 for gap cover. We’ll be paying around R4000 just for medical aid. There is absolutely no way I can bolt off Discovery right now anyway since my birth won’t be covered if we do. I had a look at the Bonnitas website and their plan before their price increase is only about R300 less. I do think they might offer better value for money though…but will have to explore that option at the end of next year…you know, after paying in about R10 000 when my medical savings has run out on Discovery while continuing to pay my monthly contributions. This news did not make me happy, but what can you do? You need it. I’ve gotten my Discovery “baby bag” gift voucher and printed out the medical aid application forms to add baby to the medical aid once she is born.

 

 

Yesterday I also decided to finally phone the gynae about something that has been bothering me and he sent a prescription for antibiotics over to a pharmacy close to my house and we went to collect it. This issue (which I’d rather not discuss in detail in order for you to keep your last meal down) has actually been bugging me for quite some time, I just haven’t gotten around to phoning the gynae. I didn’t have enough privacy to make the call at work and we get home too late often. I’ll be glad to finally get it sorted out and by the time I have my next appointment everything should be fine again. I’m just hoping he isn’t going to feel like probing to be sure. I’ll have to have some blood tests done at my next appointment too. Ching Ching. More money. Medical aid is totally depleted already (thanks to the pricey root canal I had to have done). I’ve paid the last 3 gynae appointments out of my own pocket. My gynae likes to prescribe cost effective medicine though. The antibiotics yesterday only cost R37.

 

 

Come to think of it, yesterday was quite a productive day. Today I booked my maternity photo shoot for the 15th of December.

 

 

So, yes. Time is running out and I’m sure I’ve forgotten to mention a million things I still want to do before the baby comes…I’m overwhelmed by the things I’ve mentioned already. The fact that I barely have the energy to get out of bed in the morning does not bode well for getting all this stuff done. Oh yes! I still have to pack my hospital bag. Fuggit. I wish I had some minions I could just delegate all this stuff to!

Things My Kids Say

We were driving to the day mother to drop Babyice off for the day when he saw a truck on the road and he said ‘Mommy look! A BIG truck!’

 

As we’re teaching him colours I said ‘Yes! What colour is the truck?’ he responded with ‘Yellow!’ which was correct and he received the appropriate praise. Not a minute later he saw an African guy walking on the sidewalk and he said ‘Look mommy! Black people is brown!’

 

 

I have NO idea where he came up with this. He was, of course, 100% correct…but I don’t remember ever referring to an African person as ‘black’…and how would he know to do this if they are clearly brown? All I can conclude is that he must of picked this up at the day mother who has African neighbours.

 

 

Over the weekend Babyice was playing with our downstairs’ neighbour’s son. He comes around every second weekend to stay visit his dad. Yesterday on our way home he was saying he wants to play with Seth and I tried to explain to him that Seth has gone to stay by his mommy. The dynamic obviously didn’t make sense to him at all, because in his reality mommy and daddy live together. That is all he knows. So after the umpteenth time asking to play with Seth, I explained that Seth’s mommy and daddy do not live together. He looked at me and said ‘Is that because Seth is naughty?’ Again, I was floored. Where would he get such a notion? I carefully explained to him that it was definitely not because Seth was naughty (which he isn’t, by the way). I didn’t go into too much detail since Babyice is not even 3 yet and a more complicated explanation did not seem warranted. I just tried to make sure he understood that Seth was a good boy, even if his mommy and daddy don’t live together.

 

 

 

As much as we try to control what our children are exposed to, there is still so much that we cannot control at all, even before they get to school where they are surrounded by peers. I guess we just have to hope that we instill the right values and principles in them and that they trust us enough to speak to us about their perceptions and what they hear.

Agony!

On Saturday morning I got up to make breakfast for everyone. Not long after I did I was in excruciating pain! Suddenly something around my pelvic area just wasn’t right anymore. I couldn’t walk, turn from side to side while lying down or lift my legs without crying out and on occasion crying. I remember my joints becoming more loose towards the end with Babyice, but this was something else entirely. Rudi had to help me to get up and sometimes even to sit down. I ended up in tears just trying to turn from one side to another while in bed (I had decided bed rest might help). After that Rudi was finally convinced I wasn’t just bitching for no reason.

 

 

Of course I tweeted about my predicament and @capetowngirl1 (who also happens to be pregnant) was nice enough to respond with some helpful information. Twitter really does save my life sometimes. She gave me some instructions for doing ‘spine twists’ or massaging your spine which may help. I eventually tried it, desperate for some relief. While massaging my spine on the hard floor it almost felt like something was pinched in my lower back on the left side. I kept doing the exercises a little anyway, even though it hurt like a bitch. After doing the exercises it was a little easier to walk, but the pain seemed to have moved to the middle of my pelvis. Almost like PrincessIce had decided to stick her head in there. Ouch. I didn’t want to take Panado, I didn’t feel like it would do any good anyway, but eventually I did and it did actually offer a little relief.

 

 

I had a million things going through my head, also that it could possibly be SPD which is kind of scary. I decided that I would go for physio on Monday if there was no improvement, but wasn’t sure how I would get to and around work. I really do not want to take any sick leave as I would be penalised on my performance bonus if I do.

 

 

I still experienced pain that night while turning around in bed, but by morning I felt SO much better. I am so grateful that it went away. I’m not at all sure what caused it, which poses a slight problem since I want to prevent it from happening again. It really is too soon to be in that much pain though and I hope it stays away until actual labour now. I don’t think it helps that PrincessIce is sitting a lot lower than Babyice was. I’m carrying right at the bottom. People keep telling me I’ve ‘dropped’ and look ready to go into labour. Of course, I haven’t dropped, but I am carrying quite low which would explain all the pelvic discomfort.

 

 

Another thing that I’m experiencing this time around which I didn’t have last time is Braxton Hicks. They are super uncomfortable. I didn’t even realize that was what I was experiencing until one of my belly buddies on Twitter complained about hers. I googled to see what the symptoms were and a light bulb went on. Look, they don’t hurt…but they are uncomfortable and it feels like something is “wrong”. When I didn’t know what it was it kind of freaked me out and I was worried. Now that I know I am much more at ease and just breathe through them. What is this practice labour all about anyway?! I am more than happy to wait for real labour and then check out with an epidural. No practice required! :P

 

 

Because I’m carrying PrincessIce quite low the heartburn has been a lot easier than it was with Babyice. Touch wood. I still get the occasional need for Gaviscon, but I’m saving bucket loads of money on the stuff this time around.

 

 

Next time someone tells you every pregnancy is different, believe them! I’m not sure if the gender of the baby really has anything to do with it, as my experience is limited, but they have been vastly different. How about those mommies to two boys or girls? What’s your take?

Happy birthday, Jamie

Four years today. I cannot believe it has been four years already. Today it feels like it happened a lifetime ago. So much has happened between then and now.

 

 

Sometimes having a healthy, living child makes it more difficult. Despite being extremely grateful for the beautiful child I have, it is a reminder of what Jamie’s life could of been. What was taken away from her. I still don’t think we made the wrong decision all that time ago, because her life would not have been like Babyice’s. It would of been a life of pain and strife.

 

 

There is no point in lingering on the ‘What ifs’ of the past though. I was having a tough time dealing with the added hormones this morning, but feeling a bit better now.

 

 

So to Jamie, a happy 4th birthday my angel. I hope you and Oupa are having a wonderful time together in heaven. Love you always,

 

 

Mommy

xx

 

 

P.S. I’m busy migrating to a new comments system and it seems to have closed all comments, even on new posts. I hope to have this sorted out in the next 24 hours. Thank you for your patience.

The Chosen Name

Co-incidentally as I was contemplating this post when Angel blogged about names. We’ve settled on a name for PrincessIce. After much deliberation and going through what felt like a thousand names we settled on one of the names I came up with initially. It took Rudi quite some time to grow accustomed to the name and to like it enough to settle on it. Once he was comfortable with it, I wasn’t convinced. You would think I would be happy since it is a name I chose. Choosing someone’s name is such a huge responsibility. With Babyice’s name the moment both of us heard it we agreed on it and it ‘felt right’. I’m not sure how to explain it, but this time around it was an arduous process and it kind of feels like we’ve just settled…it doesn’t feel the same way as it did last time. Perhaps my expectations of the process are too high?

 

 

 

Babyice has a biblical name. When we found out we were having a girl I knew I would also like a biblical name and went through them. There were a few I liked, most of all Rebecca and Rachel. We already have friends that have daughters with those names though. Also, I wasn’t too fond of the meanings of either of those names. Chloe also made it into the top 5 (also biblical, believe it or not), but I didn’t like that too much. The rest of the names were not to my liking at all. Even though I quite like Sarah, it is quite a commonly used name and we wanted a name you don’t come across too often. One of my best friends is also named Sarah, so very close to home. Babyice’s name is Elijah. His name means: ‘My God is the Lord’.

 

 

I have finally started to feel comfortable with the name that we have chosen and have even started to call PrincessIce by her name when I talk to her. We have decided to call her Gabrielle. The female form of Gabriel, one of the arc angels. Her name means ‘God is my might’. I quite like how the meanings of their names relate to each other. I also like that we can call her Gabby for short. In fact, that is what I call her now.

 

 

 

After deciding on this we started contemplating a second name. Babyice has a second name. Strangely enough this came within minutes. Babyice’s second name is a family name for both of us. So I asked Rudi about female names in his family since none of the names in my family appeal to me in particular. Or rather, they’ve all been tainted by their owners. Unfortunately his lovely grandmother’s name was Dorothy. Neither of us really liked that, but his aunt’s name is Rose and both of us liked that.

 

 

So there it is. Her name will be Gabrielle Rose.

Co-sleeping Woes

It’s not secret that Babyice comes to sleep with us every night. At first he would cry and Rudi would go and fetch him, but he has graduated to running through to our room and standing on Rudi’s side of the bed to be picked up. We have a king size, so it’s a bit high for him to climb up without a little help. I’ve protested the situation on numerous occasions, but my pleas have fallen on deaf ears. Rudi even suggested we put a step next to the bed for him so it’s easier for him to get up by himself! Bear in mind I am the sleep training champion in the house and Rudi is the ruiner. Rudi’s excuse all winter long has been that he is probably cold, despite being warmly dressed. The weather has certainly warmed up…and now I have to hear that he will just come to our room anyway. *sigh*. Look, I am not completely heartless. On the odd occasion that he *does* sleep through I wake up and wonder if he is okay and I miss him there. Once he is there it poses all sorts of problems though.

 

 

I am concerned about what will happen once PrincessIce arrives. You see, Babyice pretends he is a helicopter while he sleeps. He flips and flops and literally spins 360 degrees sometimes. Somehow his feet often end up in my face. I ended up getting a hiding the other morning. He kept kicking me in the face/tummy/back and after numerous warnings Rudi tried to give him a whack and ended up whacking me on the bum instead! Rudi was reprimanded for this later on. Babyice cannot control what he does in his sleep and cannot be given a whack for it! This morning I was driven out of my bed by the situation. Instead of going to sleep after being kicked in the face, instinctively I would lay awake waiting for him to do it again so I could protect myself. After realizing that I was the only one losing out on sleep here (he never seems to aim for Rudi!) I got up with my pregnancy pillow and went to sleep in his bed. After I woke up this morning I saw him sleeping peacefully, spread eagle on my side of the bed. When I told him in the car that I had to go sleep in his bed he looked very confused, oblivious to the happenings of the night before. What is going to happen when I am breastfeeding PrincessIce in our bed? We already don’t put him on the edge of the bed since the bed is so high, we wouldn’t dare put him in the middle and her on the edge…or visa versa.

 

 

 

I’ve seen more than one Nanny911/Supernanny episode on this problem. All she did was to take the child back to their own bed repeatedly, no matter how many times they got up. Of course the burden to do this would be on me, because I want it. I can’t pick Babyice up now though, so it won’t get done. Apparently the fact that I want to do it makes me heartless/too strict. I guess I’ll just have to keep on moving over to Babyice’s bed. That seems to make everyone except me happy and isn’t that what mommies do? Sacrifice to keep everyone else happy?