I've...
Got everyone ready and dropped off at school and childcare.
Gone to the doc (who, buy 9.30am was already running 1.5hours late)
Had Amelia immunised
Grocery shopped
Photographed a friends preggie belly
Finally finished editing Sarah's shoot
Done two loads of washing
Hung out one load, about to hang out the 2nd load
Folded the 4 loads of washing from the weekend
Put half of it away
Cook Pad Thai for dinner
Stalked the postie/courier for my new lens
Stalked the postie/courier for my new nappies
Stalked the postie/courier for my sample albums
Designed some tags and cards for work
Cleaned the kitchen and family room
Cleaned the ensuite
Picked everyone up from school and childcare
Listened to Liam's reader
Tidied his room (a little bit)
Half packaged Zoe's order
Updated the photoblog
Found my point and shoot camera.
Found the battery for the point and shoot camera and charged it.
Put Amelia in and out of the car 8 times.
Visited a neighbour (very quickly)
Got everyone showered (even Amelia got put in with Brett)
Cleaned out the fridge
Took out the rubbish
Looked at Amelia's (empty) scrapbooking album and told myself I can start it when these orders are out.
And fed and changed Amelia I don't know how many times.
Tomorrow's list will be just as big :)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
quick update
Amelia was 2mths old yesterday! Hard to believe in one way... in another way it seems like she should be 6mths old by now.
We had her RCH checkup today. It's exhausting going in there. Don't know how I did it every day. Must have just been running on adrenaline I think.
Cardiologist is happy with her. She's gained lots of weight and he's put her meds up to 1ml every 12 hours now. Also gave her the ok for immunisations. Not looking forward to those :(
Not sure if I recorded that she had her health centre check up. She was 8lb 9oz. Up a whole pound in a month!! She's the fastest weight gainer of all my bubs. She's now pretty much in 000 clothes. Still wearing her modern cloth nappies. Waiting on a delivery of more fabric so (mum) can make some more ;) Got the most adorable fabrics.
I've added a heap of photos of her to the KTP blog.
I've updated the KTP website too.
Still working on something else for the website. If you're in Melbourne and interested in a free shoot and discounted photos let me know and I'll send more details through as I work them out. (comment or email from KTP contact page on website)
My external hard drive is not playing nice and hasn't been for quite a while now. Everything is backed up so it's no problem really, but it's a pain in the tooshy all the same.
My little miss kept me up until 4.30am the other night. She continued with the games a while longer after that too, but Brett took her out to the lounge. The next thing I knew it was 7am, she was asleep in bed next to me, and he'd gone to work.
Liam had a school excursion yesterday (I think it was yesterday, so tired my days are mixed up). They walked to the beach and lifesaving club.
Okies... off to bed now.
We had her RCH checkup today. It's exhausting going in there. Don't know how I did it every day. Must have just been running on adrenaline I think.
Cardiologist is happy with her. She's gained lots of weight and he's put her meds up to 1ml every 12 hours now. Also gave her the ok for immunisations. Not looking forward to those :(
Not sure if I recorded that she had her health centre check up. She was 8lb 9oz. Up a whole pound in a month!! She's the fastest weight gainer of all my bubs. She's now pretty much in 000 clothes. Still wearing her modern cloth nappies. Waiting on a delivery of more fabric so (mum) can make some more ;) Got the most adorable fabrics.
I've added a heap of photos of her to the KTP blog.
I've updated the KTP website too.
Still working on something else for the website. If you're in Melbourne and interested in a free shoot and discounted photos let me know and I'll send more details through as I work them out. (comment or email from KTP contact page on website)
My external hard drive is not playing nice and hasn't been for quite a while now. Everything is backed up so it's no problem really, but it's a pain in the tooshy all the same.
My little miss kept me up until 4.30am the other night. She continued with the games a while longer after that too, but Brett took her out to the lounge. The next thing I knew it was 7am, she was asleep in bed next to me, and he'd gone to work.
Liam had a school excursion yesterday (I think it was yesterday, so tired my days are mixed up). They walked to the beach and lifesaving club.
Okies... off to bed now.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Reflections... and a favour
I believe everything happens for a reason. Sometimes we never get to understand what that reason is, and sometimes we do. Two months ago I woke up at 3am and realised my waters had broken - way too early. As I sat in hospital for the following days I did beat myself up about what I had done to make this happen and worrying about my baby's health. I put on a brave face most of the time, but I was wracked with guilt over it all. I had been working too hard, burning the candle at both ends so to speak. I told myself I wouldn't, but I did. Was that why she was comming early? Or was it the bruise on my tummy? I'd bumped my tummy really quite hard on the car door as I was trying to navigate toddler, pregnant tummy and car door in the garage. Had I done more damage that I'd originally thought? I was really scared at the prospect of her being born early and the problems that 'could' arise from it. Of course there was the chance that she could be born and cope with life as a full term bub would, but I guess the docs and obs have to warn you about the problems that may occur. And hearing it all did make me scared. I know my labour with Amelia was so much harder than the boys labours, because my mind didn't want to let my body let her out. I know in my mind I kept thinking she was safer in there. I was scared as they told me they didn't know how tiny she would be, and that I may not dialate fully, she could just come very fast before anyone was ready, and that as soon as I felt like I needed to push I had to tell them so they could get the peads and special care team in. It was all making me hold her in. It wasn't until I realised she was in more danger in that I let go. As soon as her heart rate plumeted I heard the change in my Ob and midwifes voices as they told me we needed her out NOW. Within a minute she was out. She had a very short cord, so she couldn't be lifted to me until it was cut. Once it was my midwife put her in my arms while she snapped the id tags on her ankles, popped her hat on her head, then told me she didn't like the way she was breathing and she had to go to Special Care now. And with that she was gone.
I had a quick shower and then went up to special care to see her. There was a swarm of doctors and nurses around her. I understood that that were all busy attending to her needs and I just had to wait. A minute or so later a nurse (the only one I had who wasn't exactly nice!) came over and started telling me things, but I remember not being able to take any of it in. I coulnd't remember what she was telling me as soon as she'd said it. Nothing she was saying made any sense, and I felt like I was going to faint. I told Brett I felt sick and he started to walk me back to my room. Then the (not very nice) nurse started to tell me off. "Excuse me, you can't leave yet I need to tell you about your baby" Brett explained that I was sick and he'd be back in a minute. "Well I'm going home in a minute and I need to tell you this now". (She knew I'd just given birth 15 minutes beforehand). Another special care nurse stepped in and told the bossy one that I was going back to my room and she walked me back, telling me not to worry, that Amelia would be ok and that they could tell me everything later. My midwife came and put something into my IV and I fell asleep.
I woke up 2hours later when Amelia's pead came into my room to tell me that they thought she had a lung infection common in strep B babies and that she may have to be transferred to Monash or Royal Childrens, but they'd put up the oxygen in her isolette as high as they could and they were just hoping her lungs didn't begin to colapse. Brett had gone home to sleep (I'd been in labour all night) and I called him in tears, but he didn't answer and I knew he'd be alseep and nothing would wake him up. So I sat in my room and cried. Our parents, sisters etc all came in to visit and we all trecked up to Special Care two-by-two to show them Amelia. I think I'll always have the vision of her lying on her tummy, struggling to breathe, with tubes and wires all over her and medical equipment beeping, and lights flashing and at the time not knowing what any of it meant. Watching her chest rise and fall and just seeing that it was so much work for her to just breathe. Two days later I was discharged from hospital. Walking out of those doors was hard. Walking out through a crowded foyer, carrying stacks of pink gift bags and a huge pink "It's a GIRL" floating balloon attracts a lot of attention. People look around for the baby. But we didn't have ours with us and I was sad. But while my heart was sad, my head knew that it wasn't all that bad. She was alive and doing well. Some people don't even get that. It would only be a matter of time and we would be walking out those doors with her.
Her 8th day (exactly 1 week old) was such a fanstastic day. We got into the hospital and she was tollerating her feeds so she could have the IV out. Brett was able to hold her for the first time. She was dressed and the plan for the day was to give her her first bath, dress her nice and warm and put her in an open cot to see if she could hold her temp. Everything was going so well and it was looking like we'd have her home within a week or so. We all went home on cloud 9. So excited and relieved.
Just after 7pm I was out at the clothes line, when Brett came out and told me I'd just missed a phone call from the hospital (answering machine caught it). I called them straight back and listened a bit dumbfounded as they told me we had to come in because Amelia's heart had just had a bit of a fit. Both boys were alseep on the couch and by the time I'd hung up the phone Brett had already yelled out to a neighbour to come over. We took off and made it to Frankston in record time. We raced into special care. She wasn't in her isolette, she was in the treatment room/surgery. They explained to us everything that had happened. Her heart monitor had alarmed. Her heart rate which is usually around 120-150bpm was showing up at almost 300bpm. Her beautiful nurse Patricia had checked her with to make sure it wasn't the monitor playing up and realised she was in SVT. She was taken to the treatment room and two peads tried to shock her back to a normal heart rythm. It took 55 mins. They were just about to inject her with adenosine, when she suddenly reverted. She had Xrays, and a scan on her heart, but everything showed up normal. It could have been a once off thing, or it may not have. Her tests results were all sent through to RCH. Brett and I were in, standing with her about 10.30pm when they came in and told us RCH had said they wanted her sent up. We were both in tears, we couldn't understand why it was happening, it had all come out of the blue. They'd called for the NETS (Newborn Emergency Transport Services) Ambulance to come and collect her. NETS are based at Royal Womens, so we had about 1.5hrs while we waited for them to arrive.
Watching her be packed off and wheeled out was SO HARD. Again the vision of standing at the hospital enterence, watching that ambulance drive away with my baby inside it just broke my heart. While one of us could have gone in the ambulance with her we knew that would mean we'd be stuck at the hospital 2hrs away from home with no car in the middle of the night. We were already exhausted, so we decided the best thing to do was to go home and sleep and head up there first thing in the morning. Neither of us even knew how to get the hospital! We went home and while I was in the shower (crying again LOL) her nurse from the ambulance called to say they'd handed her over to RCH and that she had been fine the whole time. She hadn't even woken up.
She spent two weeks in 7 West (the cardiac ward) at RCH. Every day I went in to see her. I'd get up at 6am to call the hospital and see how she was overnight, and express before getting the boys up and ready for school. I'd drop Liam at school at 8.45, then drive out to Brett's parents to drop Ethan off with them. Then drive to my mums house and park my car there. Mum would pack my lunch for me every day. Dad would drive mum and I to the train station and we'd catch the train in to Melbourne Central, walke up the street and catch the tram to the front doors of the hospital. We'd get in there about 11.30am. We'd spend until about 4pm just cuddling our girl. (She seriously didn't get put back in her bed unless the doctors needed to to an ecg or check her LOL) Everyone would say to me "well you know she's in the best place" and while my head knew that was right, my heart just wanted to yell "NO, the best place for her is in my arms!" It was so nice to be able to hold her while she was at RCH though. Because she had her IV in again she could only be moved about 1m from her bed if that. So to weigh her the scales had to be bought right up to her bed and we'd be squishing in to put her on the scales, and the same with bathing her. I was able to do some Kangaroo Cuddles with her (skin to skin). Because we live quite a long way away, I was offered Ronald McDonald house to stay in, but I felt I needed to be home at night to maintain some sort of normalicy for the boys, especially as it was the first week back at school for Liam, and Ethan's first week of kinder. On the weekends though I stayed at her bedside. Because I was breastfeeding I could have free meals at the hospital, but I didn't end up doing that either, because mum always packed my food for me. (I think she knew I wouldn't eat if she didn't make me. Bless her :) ) So each day at 4pm mum and I would kiss our beautiful girl goodbye, catch the tram, and then the train home. Dad would be waiting at the station for us, drop us back at their house where I'd pick up my car, drive to Brett's parents, pick up the boys (they'd picked Liam up from school) and drive home. Then I'd call the hospital again every night to see how she was.
Each day/few days they'd make some sort of progress with her meds. Sometimes we'd think we found the right dose of medication, and then the SVT's would occur again. I never knew what I was going to hear when I called the hoppital. Some days they'd say she'd been great and had none, other times they'll tell me she had 3 overnight. They changed her over to a different drug and slowly upped the amounts on that and eventually got to a level where they knew it would hold off the SVT's.
I was so busy I didn't let myself stop and think too much at the time. It's reflecting back on it all now that I am reminded of how everything happens for a reason. While I beat myself up about what I had done to cause her to be born early, the simple fact is that it saved her life. If she had not been in special care, on monitors, we would have had no idea that there was anything wrong with her heart. We would have taken her home from hospital, and not have known anything until she went into cardiac arrest.
Our bub is with use today (like so many other bubs around Australia) because of the brilliant care she received at both Frankston hospital and Royal Childrens Hospital. You just can not put a price on your baby's life, and you just can not thank a team of doctors, nurses and specialists enough. The treatment Amelia received was nothing short of brilliant, and none of it cost us a cent. We go back every month to see her cardioligist. One of the leading specialists in Australia... and it does not cost a cent.
And as for the favour:
Well Amelia isn't the only bub to use this brilliant facility. My gorgeous friend Kylie, has also had quite a bit of experience with them :) To read about what she's doing, and help out read here
Time ran out and I have to do the school run... sorry to cut that post short (LOL SHORT!!?)
I had a quick shower and then went up to special care to see her. There was a swarm of doctors and nurses around her. I understood that that were all busy attending to her needs and I just had to wait. A minute or so later a nurse (the only one I had who wasn't exactly nice!) came over and started telling me things, but I remember not being able to take any of it in. I coulnd't remember what she was telling me as soon as she'd said it. Nothing she was saying made any sense, and I felt like I was going to faint. I told Brett I felt sick and he started to walk me back to my room. Then the (not very nice) nurse started to tell me off. "Excuse me, you can't leave yet I need to tell you about your baby" Brett explained that I was sick and he'd be back in a minute. "Well I'm going home in a minute and I need to tell you this now". (She knew I'd just given birth 15 minutes beforehand). Another special care nurse stepped in and told the bossy one that I was going back to my room and she walked me back, telling me not to worry, that Amelia would be ok and that they could tell me everything later. My midwife came and put something into my IV and I fell asleep.
I woke up 2hours later when Amelia's pead came into my room to tell me that they thought she had a lung infection common in strep B babies and that she may have to be transferred to Monash or Royal Childrens, but they'd put up the oxygen in her isolette as high as they could and they were just hoping her lungs didn't begin to colapse. Brett had gone home to sleep (I'd been in labour all night) and I called him in tears, but he didn't answer and I knew he'd be alseep and nothing would wake him up. So I sat in my room and cried. Our parents, sisters etc all came in to visit and we all trecked up to Special Care two-by-two to show them Amelia. I think I'll always have the vision of her lying on her tummy, struggling to breathe, with tubes and wires all over her and medical equipment beeping, and lights flashing and at the time not knowing what any of it meant. Watching her chest rise and fall and just seeing that it was so much work for her to just breathe. Two days later I was discharged from hospital. Walking out of those doors was hard. Walking out through a crowded foyer, carrying stacks of pink gift bags and a huge pink "It's a GIRL" floating balloon attracts a lot of attention. People look around for the baby. But we didn't have ours with us and I was sad. But while my heart was sad, my head knew that it wasn't all that bad. She was alive and doing well. Some people don't even get that. It would only be a matter of time and we would be walking out those doors with her.
Her 8th day (exactly 1 week old) was such a fanstastic day. We got into the hospital and she was tollerating her feeds so she could have the IV out. Brett was able to hold her for the first time. She was dressed and the plan for the day was to give her her first bath, dress her nice and warm and put her in an open cot to see if she could hold her temp. Everything was going so well and it was looking like we'd have her home within a week or so. We all went home on cloud 9. So excited and relieved.
Just after 7pm I was out at the clothes line, when Brett came out and told me I'd just missed a phone call from the hospital (answering machine caught it). I called them straight back and listened a bit dumbfounded as they told me we had to come in because Amelia's heart had just had a bit of a fit. Both boys were alseep on the couch and by the time I'd hung up the phone Brett had already yelled out to a neighbour to come over. We took off and made it to Frankston in record time. We raced into special care. She wasn't in her isolette, she was in the treatment room/surgery. They explained to us everything that had happened. Her heart monitor had alarmed. Her heart rate which is usually around 120-150bpm was showing up at almost 300bpm. Her beautiful nurse Patricia had checked her with to make sure it wasn't the monitor playing up and realised she was in SVT. She was taken to the treatment room and two peads tried to shock her back to a normal heart rythm. It took 55 mins. They were just about to inject her with adenosine, when she suddenly reverted. She had Xrays, and a scan on her heart, but everything showed up normal. It could have been a once off thing, or it may not have. Her tests results were all sent through to RCH. Brett and I were in, standing with her about 10.30pm when they came in and told us RCH had said they wanted her sent up. We were both in tears, we couldn't understand why it was happening, it had all come out of the blue. They'd called for the NETS (Newborn Emergency Transport Services) Ambulance to come and collect her. NETS are based at Royal Womens, so we had about 1.5hrs while we waited for them to arrive.
Watching her be packed off and wheeled out was SO HARD. Again the vision of standing at the hospital enterence, watching that ambulance drive away with my baby inside it just broke my heart. While one of us could have gone in the ambulance with her we knew that would mean we'd be stuck at the hospital 2hrs away from home with no car in the middle of the night. We were already exhausted, so we decided the best thing to do was to go home and sleep and head up there first thing in the morning. Neither of us even knew how to get the hospital! We went home and while I was in the shower (crying again LOL) her nurse from the ambulance called to say they'd handed her over to RCH and that she had been fine the whole time. She hadn't even woken up.
She spent two weeks in 7 West (the cardiac ward) at RCH. Every day I went in to see her. I'd get up at 6am to call the hospital and see how she was overnight, and express before getting the boys up and ready for school. I'd drop Liam at school at 8.45, then drive out to Brett's parents to drop Ethan off with them. Then drive to my mums house and park my car there. Mum would pack my lunch for me every day. Dad would drive mum and I to the train station and we'd catch the train in to Melbourne Central, walke up the street and catch the tram to the front doors of the hospital. We'd get in there about 11.30am. We'd spend until about 4pm just cuddling our girl. (She seriously didn't get put back in her bed unless the doctors needed to to an ecg or check her LOL) Everyone would say to me "well you know she's in the best place" and while my head knew that was right, my heart just wanted to yell "NO, the best place for her is in my arms!" It was so nice to be able to hold her while she was at RCH though. Because she had her IV in again she could only be moved about 1m from her bed if that. So to weigh her the scales had to be bought right up to her bed and we'd be squishing in to put her on the scales, and the same with bathing her. I was able to do some Kangaroo Cuddles with her (skin to skin). Because we live quite a long way away, I was offered Ronald McDonald house to stay in, but I felt I needed to be home at night to maintain some sort of normalicy for the boys, especially as it was the first week back at school for Liam, and Ethan's first week of kinder. On the weekends though I stayed at her bedside. Because I was breastfeeding I could have free meals at the hospital, but I didn't end up doing that either, because mum always packed my food for me. (I think she knew I wouldn't eat if she didn't make me. Bless her :) ) So each day at 4pm mum and I would kiss our beautiful girl goodbye, catch the tram, and then the train home. Dad would be waiting at the station for us, drop us back at their house where I'd pick up my car, drive to Brett's parents, pick up the boys (they'd picked Liam up from school) and drive home. Then I'd call the hospital again every night to see how she was.
Each day/few days they'd make some sort of progress with her meds. Sometimes we'd think we found the right dose of medication, and then the SVT's would occur again. I never knew what I was going to hear when I called the hoppital. Some days they'd say she'd been great and had none, other times they'll tell me she had 3 overnight. They changed her over to a different drug and slowly upped the amounts on that and eventually got to a level where they knew it would hold off the SVT's.
I was so busy I didn't let myself stop and think too much at the time. It's reflecting back on it all now that I am reminded of how everything happens for a reason. While I beat myself up about what I had done to cause her to be born early, the simple fact is that it saved her life. If she had not been in special care, on monitors, we would have had no idea that there was anything wrong with her heart. We would have taken her home from hospital, and not have known anything until she went into cardiac arrest.
Our bub is with use today (like so many other bubs around Australia) because of the brilliant care she received at both Frankston hospital and Royal Childrens Hospital. You just can not put a price on your baby's life, and you just can not thank a team of doctors, nurses and specialists enough. The treatment Amelia received was nothing short of brilliant, and none of it cost us a cent. We go back every month to see her cardioligist. One of the leading specialists in Australia... and it does not cost a cent.
And as for the favour:
Well Amelia isn't the only bub to use this brilliant facility. My gorgeous friend Kylie, has also had quite a bit of experience with them :) To read about what she's doing, and help out read here
Time ran out and I have to do the school run... sorry to cut that post short (LOL SHORT!!?)
Friday, March 13, 2009
It's hard to believe our little princess has been home with us for a month now. It's all gone so fast - in a bit of a blur really LOL. This week she has been back to her usual self again. Feeding well and settling AND sleeping inbetween. We even get a bit of awake time now. That's exciting. I'm sure last week was just a growth spurt, as she's pretty much outgrown the little suits I had to go and buy a few weeks ago. And her Itti Bitti nappies now fit... so I bought another two. Couldn't resist. Mum made a huge stack of newborn sized modern cloth nappies for me while I was pregnant and she wears them all the time, except for overnight when she wears a sposie... only so I don't have to change her if she's only weed. But geez sposies STINK. Her wet cloth nappies don't smell at all. (you needed to know that hey - well I am keeping this as a record too ;) ) Anyway I think it will soon be time to pack up those newborn nappies too, so I bought a few more Itti's.
I have not 'officially' started back at work yet, but I did have a few past clients have newborns so I've been doing a few shoots. It's so good to get back into it. My phojo is back and I'm loving taking pics again. So.... here are a few more of my babes (can't say 'the boys' anymore can I).
I have not 'officially' started back at work yet, but I did have a few past clients have newborns so I've been doing a few shoots. It's so good to get back into it. My phojo is back and I'm loving taking pics again. So.... here are a few more of my babes (can't say 'the boys' anymore can I).
Pic of me was taken by Kylie.
The last one was taken almost a month ago now! On her second day home. She had better not loose that hair!
Now I need to go take some snapshots so I can do some scrapping.
And on that... who's going to Crop for Kids? I'm going to work out a way to get there for sure. I remember working on it the past two years and saying "I've never had to use RCH, hopefully I'll never have to". Gee how quickly things can turn around :) So scrappers, go check it out and come if you can!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I got one!!!
Found a willing subject!
Not sure if it was because:
a. He adores her and will drop what he's doing for her 99% of the time; or
b. Because the other option was bed, and he knew he was staying up later than Ethan (by a whole 2 minutes)
Either way I don't care. I don't have a decent pic of Liam for a long, long time, and I am so in love with this shot I could seriously cry LOL
Now I need bed!
Getting organised again...
...I've been adding posts to the Photog Blog again, and there are a few piccies of Amelia over there now too.
Amelia has had a happy day again today. She's back to what she's been like, up until she put cranky pants on last week. I hope she stays like this now! Not sure if it's a growth spurt, cos she sure has grown a HEAP this week and has been feeding non stop. Really starting to fill out and look oh so delicious. Will be interesting to see what she weighs this week.
I've been trying to get some pics of her with Brett and/or the boys, but do you think we can ever organise it to happen. Either Brett's out, boys are tired, she's cranky or I can't be stuffed... or there's no natural light. I put my studio lights back up again this week though, so can use those now I guess.
I tried to start one of her scrapbook albums this past weekend, and I pulled out Ethan's to compare the notes I'd made for him. I nearly died when I looked at his pics.... complete carbon copy... little clone. So then I pulled out Liams and he too looks so much like her.
Anyway, just a post to let you all know that there's not much happening at the moment, and she's all good :)
Amelia has had a happy day again today. She's back to what she's been like, up until she put cranky pants on last week. I hope she stays like this now! Not sure if it's a growth spurt, cos she sure has grown a HEAP this week and has been feeding non stop. Really starting to fill out and look oh so delicious. Will be interesting to see what she weighs this week.
I've been trying to get some pics of her with Brett and/or the boys, but do you think we can ever organise it to happen. Either Brett's out, boys are tired, she's cranky or I can't be stuffed... or there's no natural light. I put my studio lights back up again this week though, so can use those now I guess.
I tried to start one of her scrapbook albums this past weekend, and I pulled out Ethan's to compare the notes I'd made for him. I nearly died when I looked at his pics.... complete carbon copy... little clone. So then I pulled out Liams and he too looks so much like her.
Anyway, just a post to let you all know that there's not much happening at the moment, and she's all good :)
Monday, March 9, 2009
Photo fun
Last week my gorgeous friend and fellow photogie Kylie came for a photo play date. We subjected poor Amelia to quite a few hours of posing while the two M's (kylie's girls) played with the Ethy-bug. I (in my usual form) have still not even downloaded my shots, but Kylie already has some up on her blog. (you'll need to scroll down a post or two). Go check out my princess -
http://kylieclark.com/blog/
http://kylieclark.com/blog/
Thursday, March 5, 2009
My other baby
While one baby decided to arrive over a month early, the other baby got pushed back 9 months, but is now ready... well it's not quite, but it's close enough to at least show now LOL What am I talking about? (Because heck no I'm not pregnant again!!)
www.katietolandphotography.com.au
It was *supposed* to be up and running by July last year, but a certain little miss and some morning sickness got in the way of that, followed closley by a Christmas rush. So then I aimed to finish shooting in December, use January to get shoots/orders/paperwork etc all up to date, and use February to work on the site. BUT, as we all know January and February turned out to be quite an exhausting challenge.
I still need to add a lot of text to the site, and I still need to add music, pricing info etc, which I will do very soon. But for now I need to get a maternity shoot I did before Amelia was born out, and I have a newborn from last week to edit, and then I have two more newborns in the next two weeks. Then it will be April, and I'll officially start back up again.
As for the first baby: She's doing great. We had a health centre checkup last friday. She's 7lb 9oz (3440g). It was her due date on Saturday and her weight is flat bang between the boys birth weights. She would have been a boofer though had she gone full term. I count a big baby as anything over 8lb, so I nearly died when my midwives and the pead said she would have been around 10lb LOL I DON'T DO 10lb BABIES!!
She's getting a bit fed up with being hauled all over the place at the moment, and we've just had 3 days of constant crying/screaming, which is so unlike her. I thought she might have had a bit of colic so we went for a visit to my gorgeous friend and neighbour Amanda for a baby massage mini lesson. It helped a little, but she was still quite unsettled so we went and got some colic drops that won't affect her heart meds but she was still not quite right. (I've also checked her heart about a million times and it's fine, so it's not that upsetting her). So I think she was also a bit overtired, so I've tried really hard to not go out more than I absolutly have to today. But I obviously still have to do a school run in the morning, then a kinder run at lunch time, then school and kinder pickups in the afternoon. Liam's been great though and comming out to meet me at the pick up point, so I don't have to get Amelia out of the car. Tonight she's been a lot better than she has for the past few nights, so hopefully she's feeling better.
No wonder I feel tired LOL
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It was *supposed* to be up and running by July last year, but a certain little miss and some morning sickness got in the way of that, followed closley by a Christmas rush. So then I aimed to finish shooting in December, use January to get shoots/orders/paperwork etc all up to date, and use February to work on the site. BUT, as we all know January and February turned out to be quite an exhausting challenge.
I still need to add a lot of text to the site, and I still need to add music, pricing info etc, which I will do very soon. But for now I need to get a maternity shoot I did before Amelia was born out, and I have a newborn from last week to edit, and then I have two more newborns in the next two weeks. Then it will be April, and I'll officially start back up again.
As for the first baby: She's doing great. We had a health centre checkup last friday. She's 7lb 9oz (3440g). It was her due date on Saturday and her weight is flat bang between the boys birth weights. She would have been a boofer though had she gone full term. I count a big baby as anything over 8lb, so I nearly died when my midwives and the pead said she would have been around 10lb LOL I DON'T DO 10lb BABIES!!
She's getting a bit fed up with being hauled all over the place at the moment, and we've just had 3 days of constant crying/screaming, which is so unlike her. I thought she might have had a bit of colic so we went for a visit to my gorgeous friend and neighbour Amanda for a baby massage mini lesson. It helped a little, but she was still quite unsettled so we went and got some colic drops that won't affect her heart meds but she was still not quite right. (I've also checked her heart about a million times and it's fine, so it's not that upsetting her). So I think she was also a bit overtired, so I've tried really hard to not go out more than I absolutly have to today. But I obviously still have to do a school run in the morning, then a kinder run at lunch time, then school and kinder pickups in the afternoon. Liam's been great though and comming out to meet me at the pick up point, so I don't have to get Amelia out of the car. Tonight she's been a lot better than she has for the past few nights, so hopefully she's feeling better.
No wonder I feel tired LOL
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