| So I've been meaning to do this for a long time, and never did it. >_< .
Juliet Adelaide's birth story:
Juliet Adelaide Slatosky
Born 7-7-08 at 12:30pm
21 inches long
8lbs 15oz
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| Juliet continues to do well. She now has a feeding tube (as of an hour ago) and has been taken off of nitrogycerine and dopamine. She's also been taken off of the paralytic and is only a little sedated. She expressed her extreme displeasure with getting her feeding tube inserted, even though they'd given her quite a bit of morphine to make sure it wasn't painful. She attempts to open her eyes when I come close, but the swelling around her eyes makes it difficult and she gives up after a few tries. She gripped my finger pretty hard when I was comforting her while they were putting in the tube.
Right now she is sleeping, and that is what she does most of the time. Her chest is still closed, as her swelling has not been too bad at all. I got to see an x-ray they took to see the positioning of the tube. It's crazy to see all those different leads they have going into her body. We could see the drainage tubes and pacing wires, other wires that take readings...
I'm working on an origami electra for her pod. It's a geometric sphere and I'll be coloring each module by hand. It will be a nice little stimulating thing for her to look at when we are not here.
Again, thank you for all the words of support and all the prayers. God is watching over her and we have a great deal of hope from how well she's doing. | | Express Yourself:Read Comments Leave a Comment |
| 8 July 14, 2008 at 02:41 PM MDT
Just got an update: About 1/2 hour to 45 min until they are done, because when they took her off the heart lung machine they found a residual hole in the septum between the ventricles and are going back in to close that up. She was doing quite well with the hole there, but they'd rather not risk having to go in later.
9 July 14, 2008 at 03:34 PM MDT
She is off the heart lung machine and the echocardiogram now looks good. Dr Burch will be out to see us in about an hour, then we will be able to see Juliet about an hour after that.
10 July 15, 2008 at 12:52 AM MDT
Sleep eludes me. Hence the 12:35AM post.
I had planned on getting some sleep and then updating in the morning, but now is as good a time as any!
Juliet is doing very well. She came out of surgery just fine. As posted earlier there was a hole still in her ventricular septum that needed to be repaired, so at the end of her surgery they put her back on bypass and repaired it again. When they did her echocardiogram there was just a tiny hole left, and it is small enough that in most children such a size of hole closes on its own. Even if it doesn't heal on it's own it's not something that would cause a future surgery- it just bothered Dr Burch that he didn't get the whole thing. He explained that with how small she is, being a newborn, that it's very hard to do the repair down in that section and that they did do enough to where it would be no problem for her.
He feels confident in the alignment of the coronary arteries, so I infer that that means there is little risk for stenosis there.
Other good news! She was in good enough condition to try closing her up. Her swelling was not a huge amount, and so they closed her chest and will wait and see how things go. If the swelling increases they will have to reopen it and leave it that way until the swelling is down, but for now things look peachy. There have been no big signs of arrhythmia, so she is basically doing things totally textbook for them.
After he spoke to us we went to go eat (since it would be unlikely we'd feel like it after seeing her in her current condition). We went back to the Ronald McDonald House to eat the meal that volunteers were cooking for us (I think it was the university, I'll double check another time) and it was excellent lasagna, salad and breadsticks. We gathered up a few items to stay overnight in one of the PICU sleeping rooms and headed back.
We timed it perfectly. We got back right at the beginning of shift change and could not see our girl :-/ So we went and played Nertz (sp?) for an hour. Matt kicked our trash, just like he did when we played while waiting for the surgery to end. Card games are such a good way to take your mind off of things....
Finally we went in and saw her. I had tried to prepare myself, gone over what I'd see in my head over and over- I even imagined it would be worse than it really was. None of it helped. I don't really cry much, or easily, but I found myself crying again.
She is pale and limp, swollen (but not as much as I thought), and very chilly to the touch. There is a patch on her chest and chords coming from the patches. These are pacemaker leads. There are small drainage tubes one either side of her chest and one large one draining from the bottom. There's another tube that drains another kind of fluid (totally forget on this, they said it is kind of like plasma) and she's hooked up to something like 12 infusions through her IV's. There's still central lines going into her umbilical, and they plan to remove those tomorrow (today).
Of course, she's intubated. She's not breathing at all on her own right now, but that is because she is completely sedated and the anesthesia of course has residual effects. She's on a muscle relaxer, a pain reliever and on aspirin for blood thinning. Tomorrow they will begin slowly letting her regain some consciousness, but not so much that she can cause damage to her chords from movement. She twitches a finger or toe occasionally, but that is all.
We have taken pictures, and we will post them soon. Maybe even this morning.
My mom went back to the RV to sleep. She's been so tired and stressed from all this, at least as much as I am. She's not feeling well and has a lot of aches in her body- so please add her health to your many wonderful prayers.
The most critical time for Juliet is this first 48 hours. That's why we are staying here at the hospital, because if she goes downhill they want us right here. Scary stuff. Well... Off to try to sleep. | | Express Yourself:Read 5 Comments Leave a Comment |
| Ok, so Juliet went into surgery at 8:30am this morning. At around 9:30 or ten they informed us that they had just started surgery and were switching her onto the heart-lung machine. A while later the PN came back and informed us that she'd been operated on for her septum defects, and they were beginning the arterial switch. The latest news is that they are finishing up the arterial switch and she should be off the bypass soon, and then they will watch her for an hour for any problems. Then it will take another hour to set her up in the intensive care unit.
From this morning: The surgeon came by and talked about possible risks. First was death, he said relatively small risk. Then there's the risk of bleeds and arrhythmia. Those are risks simply of open heart surgery. Then there's the risk associated with THIS type of surgery for stenosis, or narrowing, of the coronary arteries. The coronaries must be perfectly lined up or they may not grow properly and would have to be widened later.
Also there is a larger risk (about 25%) for a problem with the septal defect. The septum can grow in such a way as to partially block the valve and cause problems. This is either recognized right away or much later.
Well, I guess that is all for now. I will post again when they say that she is off bypass and doing well. This is the most nerve-wracking time for me, because any problems are revealed when the bypass is removed and they see how things are functioning. | | Express Yourself:Leave a Comment |
| Tomorrow is her surgery, they want us here at 7:00AM to sign papers and go over things.
My dad just got on the bus to head back to Rexburg- I know he was very upset to have to go before her surgery. We've written down a lot of bible verses and sections to go over tomorrow during the surgery. It's going to be a long night waiting for the surgery. We've asked my mom to spend the night at the RM House with us, so that it's easier to get going.
Juliet sleeps a lot, and it's good for her to be rested and all for the surgery. I held her for a bit this morning and she managed to stay fairly calm in my arms, but was definitely more focused on her mouth while with me.
Last night we went to P.F. Chang's for dinner. We figured it would be nice to have a nice meal before dad left. The food was excellent and the server was really cool. After, we went to wal-mart to look for an icebox to put my milk in during the night. By the time we left it was almost midnight and mom and I were feeling very sick and tired.
I don't think mom slept very well, but Matt and I actually got a goodly amount of sleep. We wanted to go to church this morning, but were just so wiped out... I think we really needed the extra sleep. We'll be studying together extra time to make up for it ;-)
It seems that Joseph is having a great time with his Grandma and Grandpop. We 'spoke' with him and he told us all about his day- in the way that he does. I miss him a lot, but I know that he really needs to be here for just a short time, after Juliet has had a chance to start recovering.
They have people here to help us introduce him to her, to help him understand what is going on. We'll definitely be enlisting their help. I haven't a clue where to begin with him. I don't think he even realizes he has a sister, let alone a very sick little sister.
Well... things are pretty calm and stable for now. Please pray tomorrow morning at 8:30am as they start surgery. I am not sure how long it will take, but it's a complicated surgery so it will take time. There will be someone keeping us updated during the surgery, but that doesn't make the worrying a whole lot less. We're doing our best not to worry, and I'd say we're doing pretty good, considering!
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| Last night was good. Juliet was held by her Nana and Pop-pop and we took pictures. Some of them are in the gallery. I am quite sure my mom was beyond elated to finally get to hold her grandbaby girl.
When I had skin to skin again she was not happy. She wanted to suckle very badly, but it's not permitted until after the surgery because the bloodflow to her intestines is not the way it should be from the defect and eating food can cause catastrophic bowel failure. It is so hard to see her want to eat so very badly and be unable to help.
I am pumping quite a bit of milk for her, and when she can eat there will be plenty to give her.
This morning she is doing well, very calm and unagitated. I am about to hold her for a while after giving my mom and my hubby plenty of time this day.
Surgery is still scheduled for Monday, but they are saying 8:30 am.
Kristen (who left a message on the message board) came by to speak with me. I really appreciated the chance to hear her son's story and know how well things are going with her little cutie. It gives me hope to know that he is healthy and his heart is strong, because that means my daughter could have the same outcome.
Thank you again Kristen for stopping by, and I'll be giving you a call to let you know how the surgery went.
I'll no doubt post a bunch of nervous posts on Monday before the surgery is over, but I plan to try somehow to sleep, because if I sleep, then when I wake up it's all over. Maybe it's a bit cowardly, but it may be the only way I'll be able to cope. Probably moot as I will have my mind racing so much...
My hubby seems to be holding up well, he's such a pillar of strength and I'm constantly amazed that God would give me such a gift as he is. In the midst of this I have no number to put to all the blessings in my life. Yes, this defect is horrible, but I know even more what I am bless to have in friends and family, in my husband, in my parents who have been here for us in such a huge way, in my hubby's parents who are doing so much as well, and for my Joseph who they are watching- he makes me laugh and takes my mind off of things with his cheer... Especially for our daughter, because no matter what happens she is such a wonderful blessing to have whether we have her for a week or for a very long life.
We're keeping our spirits up, and we have a lot of hope. We trust God in the skills he's given the doctors and we know that no matter what happens He's done so much to keep her with us and strong. Keep the prayers up for us, we thank you so much for the prayers and the love you are pouring out for us! | | Express Yourself:Read 2 Comments Leave a Comment |
| Thank you so much to everyone who has already posted here that they are praying. The prayers mean so much and we KNOW God is taking care of our Juliet.
Today we woke up at the Ronald McDonald house at 8:30am. I'd not slept well last night because of a combination of worry and a painkiller that makes my heart race (the site of my epidural is very painful because of how hard a time he had getting it in). Our shuttle to get to the hospital leaves at 9AM, so needless to say we rushed very quickly to get downstairs.
We got to the hospital and headed straight to Juliet's bedside- and she looked excellent! I noticed that two of her readouts were missing from the monitor- it turns out she no longer needs to have two oxymeter readings because the pre/post O2 sat reading is not useful in her case. They are also reducing the medicine that keeps open the natural passage between her aorta and pulmonary artery. She has septal defects that are mixing her blood well enough to not have to keep such high doses of that particular medicine. Surgery is still planned for Monday and everything is looking like we are fine waiting until then.
At 11am I went to pump breastmilk and actually got enough to collect! I am very determined to give her breastmilk and the hospital is doing everything they can to help make that happen. It's the best thing for her especially in her situation. They have provided every way they can to make it easy and I am finally getting my milk in, so they can feed it to her after surgery. Right now she is nourished by a mixture of vitamins and fats that keep her going until the surgery.
From 11:30 to about 12:30 we had skin-to-skin contact, I held Juliet against my bare chest and she was very relaxed and happy there. We can't actually nurse, but this helps us both- for bonding and for my hormones in producing that immune-boosting milk.
From 12:30 until 1pm Matt did the same, for bonding, that she can smell him and look up into his eyes (as much as she does so... she is not much into opening her eyes. I suspect it is a bit overwhelming out here compared to the back of her eyelids).
At one point the alarms went off and her heart rate read at 90 (when it's been reading around 140) and her breathing had slowed or shallowed. Matt was holding her and he says she stiffened up and got really mad. The nurse didn't see, but she said taht when we get mad our heart rate drops and we clinch up and breathe less. This is probably what happened, but she's going to keep an eye out for it happening again.
Also, Matt's coworkers sent a beautiful bouquet of balloons! They were simply enormous and they are now next to her bed. There was also a cute teddy bear. People were pretty impressed by the size of the arrangement, and I had never seen anything like it. So, if any of y'all from ISU Tech Services stop by here, thank you! They were lovely and they really brighten up her space. It is her first teddy bear and she'll have it in her crib when we go home. We'll be able to tell her about all the people thinking of her and how that teddy bear was given in the hospital.
I guess that is all for now. I will no doubt have pictures tonight! I have already gotten quite a few good ones of the little expressions she gets and will have some of my mom holding her (perhaps dad too!) | | Express Yourself:Read 2 Comments Leave a Comment |
| I am copying my carepages entries here, but to see the pictures I'll ask those who want to see them to actually go to the carepage 'JulietSlatosky'
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:Last night:
Well, here is my first update. I am going to start from the beginning, and tell the story of my beautiful daughter's birth.
My husband and I became pregnant a little sooner than we'd planned. We'd wanted to space our kiddos three years apart, and when I found out I was pregnant the due date was estimated at six days before the due date my son had, which put it at six days after his second birthday.
We had an ultrasound at around 18 weeks that showed a perfectly healthy baby, most likely a girl. As my due date approached, I considered many options for her delivery including homebirth and birthing at a birth center that was recently built in a town fifteen miles from our home.
In the end I chose to deliver at Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center, as it is where I gave birth to my son, and they were absolutely excellent in dealing with the tiny pneumothorax he had when he was born. I figured if anything went wrong at all I'd want to be there.
My hope was to have as natural a birth as I could at that hospital and created a birth plan including all kinds of things to let them know I wanted things to go as naturally as they could.
I was showing vague signs of preeclampsia around 37 weeks, so my doctor advised that I be induced when I hit 39 weeks just in case.
I went in for induction on June 27th, and the induction utterly failed! I did not dilate at all, I didn't even really have painful contractions. My doctor was performing a c-section on a lady who was in a train wreck that day and decided after she was done that there would be no need to try to go further with my induction. I am glad that she sent me home.
I stayed home for the next week and a half, hoping for my body to go into natural labor. All my warning signs of preeclampsia had disappeared and the plan was to just keep an eye on me and wait for nature to take its course. Finally, at 2:30am on July 7th I woke up from a painful contraction. I had been having contractions for weeks, so I decided to wait and see what would happen. I let my hubby sleep and walked around the house, tried to read, and do whatever I could to take my mind off the contractions. They grew steadily worse until it was hard for me to walk,and I was feeling pretty icky.
We called my parents and left for the hospital.
I began to dilate very quickly. The pain grew worse along with my dilation and I grew very excited as I knew I would finally meet my child and know for sure that she was a girl!
The pain increased and increased, and finally around 6-7 centimeters in dilation I asked for an epidural. I did not want to have one, but the pain was so intense, and I was not managing it well at all. I knew I would be practically useless in pushing if I kept up like this, because I could not seem to control things and would just thrash about in the bed, screaming. Getting that epidural was very painful and very hard on my anesthesiologist, I simply could not hold still. Eventually I got it and began to calm down.
It took me a long time to continue dilation, and eventually was fully dilated with a bulging bag of waters. The water would not break on its own, so we waited some more and my doctor got out of a surgery and was able to attend to me. She broke my water and saw meconium.
The nurse (who was a really really awesome nurse- she encouraged me very much in trying to avoid the epidural) called down to have a NICU nurse come to the room right away, as it appeared the meconium had been there for a long time, and there was a LOT of it. My doctor had me push and in two pushes she was out. The first push brought out her head and they suctioned her- the second brought her whole body.
They began cleaning her and really suctioning everything out, but she still turned blue. They knew something was not right. They brought her to me and I got to touch her and look at her for about two seconds.
They finished with me and my mom stayed with Juliet. My hubby decided to stay with me, as last time he left me to be with our son Joseph.
I was moved to the Women’s Center as soon as I could feel my legs enough to get down off of the bed and into a wheelchair. My dad, grandmother and my hubby stayed with me and we awaited word from the NICU on her condition. At the time I thought it was just the meconium, and knew that could be serious and they’d want to monitor her- so I expected that it would be many hours, possibly days until I could hold her.
My mom finally came back with little word. The staff wouldn’t talk to her- they always appeared too busy. She and my dad decided to go eat, and my dad needed to get back to Rexburg for a couple hours for a meeting.
While they were gone, my mother in law arrived with my son. We hoped to be able to take her into the NICU soon to see Juliet and hung out for a bit longer as I continued to wait for the epidural to completely wear off.
After a while three people came to our room. They introduced themselves- one was a nurse, one was a social worker, and one was a neonatologist.
That is when they told us that Juliet had TGA, or at least that he suspected this. He started by telling us that he had had an echocardiogram done on her, and that the technician who was doing it saw what looked like Transversion of the Great Arteries. He told us she needed to be flown down to Primary Children’s Hospital as soon as possible or she would die. He told us that if we had been anywhere else the problem might not have been found in time to save her life. He said there were risks involved in the flight, and that nothing is certain.
My husband and I were in shock. We cried and my mother in law cried with us. My son didn’t understand what was going on and could only tell that something was very wrong and sucked his fingers.
I called my mother and asked them to hurry back. I told her that Juliet’s heart is messed up and that we needed her back, NOW.
The social worker spoke with us some, and told us about ways that we could be helped through this situation, about the Ronald McDonald House and how great the hospital is.
After we had a little time to gather our senses we went to the NICU to see her. She was completely sedated and almost purple. There were tubes coming out all over the place and alarms going off. She was intubated and unresponsive. I touched her and sat there in a wheelchair, totally dazed.
Some more alarms went off, and the nurse asked us to move back. Suddenly there was a swarm of people around her and I was hearing that her blood pressure was misbehaving and the doctor was asking if there was anyone at all who could perform a surgery NOW. I could hear them talking about how no one was in town or around who could really do the surgery they’d need to do to stabilize her and they seemed agitated. I think they were being a bit calm for our benefit. The last thing they’d need are hysterical parents, or for me to faint. I was sure it was the end, I thought she was going to die right then and there.
Instead, she stabilized. I am not sure what they did exactly to do it, but somehow the combination of medicines they gave her worked and she was suddenly much more stable. They decided she was stable enough for the flight.
At around 6:30pm my husband boarded the LifeFlight with our daughter, with only a t-shirt and some underwear in our overnight pack. I would not be allowed to leave until the next morning.
My husband arrived in SLC with Juliet and rode in a taxi to the hospital while Juliet rode in a helicopter. We thought she’d be having surgery as soon as she landed, but instead she was found to be doing well without the particular surgery they’d have had to do- which would have opened up a space between the sides of her heart to allow the oxygenated blood to mix with the unoxygenated blood and provide her body with enough oxygen to keep going. Apparently, the natural opening (or maybe a defect) was keeping them from having to do that.
About a day after my husband arrived with her they found her able to breathe on her own. When I arrived in the late night of the day after her birth, she was totally breathing on her own and was doing fairly well at ‘remembering’ to breathe.
The next day we were told her open-heart surgery was scheduled for Friday. We were also told that we could hold her!
I was so excited when they told me that that if I were a puppy I’d have wet myself. I literally choked on spit with my outburst of “REALLY???!” I think I almost fell over (delivering a baby is really quite exhausting on the body, go figure).
We took some pictures the next day (the 10th) and continued to enjoy holding our little angel. All of the staff here are just wonderful and are eager to help us hold her and love to talk about the little things she does when we are away.
Right now, she is watched by a nurse who has got one other patient. When she first came in, she was watched by a nurse with no other patients. She is doing so very well!
So well, that they decided that she could wait the weekend and have her surgery on Monday instead, so that some more urgent cases could be taken care of first.
We have so much more hope than we had at first, as we learn more about TGA and the surgery she will be going through. The survival rate for this surgery is very high, and complications afterward are relatively few. Apparently, if one has to have a heart defect, this is one of the best to have. We have every hope for her to have a long, normal life once this stage is over. She’ll need to have a cardiac specialist, and be very careful about heart health, but she should be able to enjoy sports and play like any other child.
I guess that is all for now. I’m rather tired and this has become very long!
Thank you all for your prayers and thoughts. We will want all the prayers we can have on Monday morning, as no matter how we look at it, it’s a huge surgery and very scary. She will look pretty bad afterward and we will not be able to hold her for about a week. After that, she should recover very quickly. | | Express Yourself:Leave a Comment |
| I am here in Salt Lake City, and have been spending a lot of time in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. My daughter is doing quite well considering what is wrong (as my previous entry did not link well, the condition is called Transposition of the Great Arteries, or TGA). She is no longer on a ventilator, and they are not having to keep her sedated. The hole in her heart that is keeping her alive is remaining open and providing a space for oxygenated and unoxygenated blood to mix.
I am creating a care page at www.carepages.com under the page name JulietSlatosky so that people may see all the updates as they happen. I will probably update each night, and will have pictures as well.
Her surgery is scheduled for Monday, since she is doing quite well for now and they can let some more critical cases go through first. It is incredible to see these amazing doctors and nurses at work, and I cannot imagine doing what they do. We have seen some people coming in and doing well, and others who have had the most tragic circumstances. | | Express Yourself:Read 4 Comments Leave a Comment |
| I went to the hospital and had my baby. I am not going to go into the whole birth story yet, as I am here to ask for prayers and advice.
I had my baby after a fairly short labor in which I made it to 8cm until I opted for an epidural. My daughter, Juliet Adelaide Slatosky was born at 12:30 pm on 7-7-08. She was 8lbs 15oz and I don't know how long she was at birth.
She was born with large quantites of meconium in the amniotic fluid and was rushed to the NICU. When she arrived they realized that much, much more was wrong. She has THIS problem. This is very serious, and if we had been anywhere else, even at the hospital across the street, they most likely would not have caught it in time and she would have died in the night when her opening in the atriums closed.
She has been flown to Children's Primary in Salt Lake City. I am getting ready to leave my home after having just been discharged to join my husband and wait with her for surgery on Friday. She is doing well for what is going on and is quite a little fighter. They have her completely sedated so that her body can focus on stabilizing and being strong enough for her open-heart surgery.
Here is a picture of her immediately after birth. About a minute later she was handed to me for a second, and she began to turn blue so they whisked her away. ( Picture )( Picture ) | | Express Yourself:Read 8 Comments Leave a Comment |
| Well, I would have thought I'd have given birth by now- but all is quiet!
I tried walking for over an hour yesterday, um... intimate measures, and all kinds of things to encourage my body to help my child along into the land of air-breathers.
I am thankful that I will be having a July baby- It's nice to have my kiddos birthdays' in different months!
I guess there's still the option of having an Independence Day baby ;-) Thankfully also, my doctor seems willing to wait things out and see if nature will take it's course.
I have an appointment today, and a little later an NST to make sure baby is doing well (if movement is any indicator, there's no doubt!) | | Express Yourself:Read Comments Leave a Comment |
| So stressed, can't sleep. Ugh.
My brain seems to be a neverending reel of bad. Such as: Of course women don't throw their own baby showers, and generally don't have showers for 2nd children. I wish I could do something, like a get together or a casserole party or something, but who would I invite? Oh yeah. Nobody.
I feel like I should talk with a pastor or somebody about how depressed I've been, but I tend to cave in to what I know is wrong and feel like I can't. I feel like a burden, I feel like I've put a ton of stress on my hubby by letting myself get pregnant too soon (not to mention on my body). My problems have caused us so much debt from medical bills. I feel like I don't really have anyone to talk to, and the moment I find someone I can talk to they leave. When I have this baby, who aside from my parents and in-laws will visit me? No one. I have tried going places where there are 'friends' without my son or my husband. I may as well be a ghost.
I feel inadequate as a wife, mother and daughter. I feel like I am not even really a person anymore, just a bill generating, food consuming placeholder or something. My hubby tries to tell me that I am wrong, that I am important and beautiful (hah!) and mean so much to him. I just can't seem to come to believe it. I know it's the enemy pushing me to feel this way, and I pray- but I still find the thoughts creeping in, and I cry at night.
At the ladies retreat at my parent's church they talked about loneliness. She (the speaker) was joking around saying that it's stupid to go through things alone, and that the women at church are there to help. I couldn't stop crying. No one knows me, I don't know them. I've lived here for seven years and I'm a freaking ghost! The people I sort of connected with have either moved away or become too busy for me. Who am I going to go to and say that a big part of the reason I am struggling is because I don't have friends?? What, so that they can feel obliged to become my friend?? Then I become the fat, pathetic lady who has no friends, so everyone's being nice. | | Express Yourself:Read 4 Comments Leave a Comment |
| OMG am I feeling the 'pressed for time' feeling now. I don't know if it's 'nesting' or what but I'm starting to list off all the crap that needs to be done in the next few weeks. Goodness! only 9 weeks until my due date!
4) Garage
a) go through all the boxes on the 'shelving unit'
b) secure thin shelving units better
c) organize thin shelving units
d) clear out all the junk in front of the shelving units
3) Computer room, currently 'spare room' This involves straightening up the garage)!!!
a) organize laundry, move boxed clothes to the garage
b) organize boxes and random junk and move to garage
c)re-arrange furniture and prepare area for new computer desk structure
d) curtains/blinds for window
e) organize art stuffs
f) organize electronics stuffs
g) prepare carpet remnants for room
h) get rid of 'cricket box' (dont ask)
2) Joe's room (now known as the computer room) This involves moving all of the stuff from the computer room to the 'spare room' again, it's own section)
a) purchase bunk bed with toddler rails
b) move out all the crap that is in here
c) paint
d) Move/refinish a dresser for Joe's clothes- or get some cubbys for the closet.
e) deep clean the carpet
f) perhaps purchase a large soft rug
g) very dim night light.
h) completely babyproof as he will be able to get out of his bed
1) Prepare the nursery. This involves getting the computer room made up so that Joe may move in- that gets it's OWN section.
a)new mattress for the crib
b)new changing table pad
c)some 'girly' things (but I suppose that can wait until after she's born)
d)deep clean the carpets
e)go through Joe's newborn stuff and pull out all the neutrals
f)new curtains/blinds
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Other random stuff:
*Clean out breast pumps and gather medela bottles, avent bottles. Determine what we might need to restock (including storage bag type things)
*Purchase cloth diapers. I would prefer to get toddler size ones ASAP so that I can practice on my son, before attempting with a newborn.
*Prepare casseroles and other easy to fix items for after the baby is born (casserole party?)
*clean and organize all laundry
I think I'm going to die. | | Express Yourself:Read 3 Comments Leave a Comment |
| Well, I just dropped my hubby off at the airport. I won't see him again until Wednesday. Actually, I dropped him off this morning but I've just been lying around moping. I actually cried as I drove away from the airport.
My husband is pretty much the sum of my social interaction. My mother and grandmother have gone away on a cruise to europe and I can't even talk to them, so I've got a babbling toddler and the TV to keep me company.
Oh, and I'm sick and in a lot of pain. I can barely talk, there's a lot of phlegm in my chest, my tongue hurts from being dry and cracked due to mouth-breathing from sinus issues, and I haven't been sleeping well. My back is in quite a bit of pain from being pregnant (and all my wieght). At least that's what i'm assuming the pain is.
I'm not happy right now, downright depressed. Not much I can do about it either. | | Express Yourself:Read Comments Leave a Comment |
| The official poll of who thinks I'm having which sex of child, based on pure wishing or on a sincere belief I'm having that sex:
Will edit as I go.
Girl
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Husband
Steph
Tia
Boy
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