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I think I did all right today, only yelled at the kids three times, twice at Tiny and once at Smidge. One of the yelling at Tiny was an extended rant about I can’t remember what and he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about either. By naptime I was quite ready for them to have a nap but of course they were alternating crying so would wake the other one up. One stage I had Smidge on top of me while Tiny was having some boob, she started squirming around a lot as she had a wet nappy and she doesn’t like having a dirty nappy on (unlike Tiny whom as a newborn we had to check frequently as he didn’t care about the state of his nappy and if we hadn’t checked we might have left him to rash infestation as it never bothered him). I tried disengaging Tiny to go and change her nappy before she started bawling and woke him up. Problem was Tiny refused to be disengaged and had a tantrum because I’d detached him.

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The end of the year is a really sucky time to do anything.

We’re living in a predominantly Christian society which means we started getting introduced to the Christmas stuff early (I think some places started in October) and now we’re drowning in it. Most of Perth is out Christmas shopping which means we’re doing ours during the week when it’s nice and quiet coz everyone else is at work. We don’t even really do Christmas, not in the sense everyone else is used to anyway which I think is either pissing them off or they think it’s weird and just steamroller over us in an attempt to keep everything normal for them. I deal with it.

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That’s Tiny.

He’s more on than off the toilet training/learning now, been to the toilet twice today to do wees (he claimed poo the first time but the poo never showed up in the toilet or in his nappy). Might have to invest in a few sets of one wet pants and get a stool for the toilet. Now that JJ has finally finished exams (still got a presentation to go but that’s not such a big deal, it requires dressing up nice and knowing what you’re talking about when people ask questions about your poster) we might be able to focus in on the family a bit more, and encourage Tiny to use the toilet a bit more.

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Tiring, hard work, draining. Very worth it though watching Tiny stroking or cuddling Smidge while both of them are feeding. I’m having to remind him to look up though, his top teeth dig in coz he keeps trying to tuck his chin down.

Smidge still has her weird feeding pattern but if she wants to take long naps during the afternoon and all night, I’m cool with that.

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It just occurred to me I don’t know what a tribulation is.

Dictionary says:

trib·u·la·tion (trby-lshn) Pronunciation Key

n.

Great affliction, trial, or distress; suffering: Their tribulation has finally passed. See Synonyms at trial.

An experience that tests one’s endurance, patience, or faith. See Synonyms at burden1.

Now I know. It’s been an interesting couple of weeks, but nothing really major or difficult, just tiring.

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Been an interesting last couple of weeks. And I’ve been frequently interrupted trying to write this post coz there are two kids to tend to, plus my mum to socialise with when she got back from Christmas shopping ^_ So don’t trust the time stamp :P I’ve also left out a lot of small details coz figure this thing’s going to be long enough as is and probably not that interesting reading in the grand scheme of things :P Also I’ve decided to break up the entry and only write the birth story for now coz it’s still turning out bloody long, will write up the first couple of weeks later :P

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Prelabour whinge

Owww damn that last one was a pretty good one.

Yesterday I had an interesting bout of prelabour that was different from all the other prelabours.

It went all day.

Yes you may say, as did all the other ones. Well the other ones had the decency to give me an hour or two break every so often. These ones just kept cramping and contracting all day. It ranged from slightly uncomfortable to almost painful.

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I woke up with NO PAIN this morning :) There was the stereotypical discomfort of constant contractions but after yesterday, nothing hurts. Touch wood. We’d all had a decent night sleep too (all of 5.5 hours, but it was good quality sleep). Tiny’s fever had gone, he woke up all smiles, JJ wasn’t cranky and for once I hadn’t woken up at 2am, earliest Tiny woke me up was close to 6am for his morning feeding frenzy. We all hauled out of bed about 6:30ish and JJ was in that good a mood that he made pancakes!

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Tiny

Vocabulary is picking up amazingly. This morning JJ asked if I would be all right if he headed off to uni. I did need him to stay, but he needed to get group work done, so I said if he needed to go then go, I’d live, and left it up to him. he chose to go. Tiny noticed he was leaving and said “Don’t leave!” and clung to his leg. He was all right after a while to calmly wave goodbye to Daddy from the futon while watching his kiddie cartoons. He’s stringing things together in ways that should make more sense to other people as well as to the experts who can decipher his language (ie us), things like “No more molk”

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Woke up this morning in exactly as much pain as I was in yesterday. This was great. Body adapted. JJ went to uni, I went through the day.

Just before lunch, after I got Tiny down for his nap, it got worse. Not labour pain intensity worse but noticeably worse. This was bad. I dealt with it. Tiny woke up, we had lunch. Half a slice of bread with butter soaked in egg. He had his little food critic face on, nodding and saying “Mmm…um!” Guess from that and the fact he scoffed it that he liked it.