The Rhythm of the Night...Day...whatever

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As I said in the other journal, Christmas Island was great. I will post up pictures once I can be bothered either convincing my combo drive that it’s fine and can read the CD or stuffing it into JJ’s computer and pulling from there.

Pleasantly tired at the moment, I feel like I’m contributing something to the household for a change. Been a while what with being dangerously pregnant and then recovering from being pregnant. JJ and I are slowly starting to fall into a rhythm of who does what chores and overlapping where necessary.

Smidge's Welcome Party, Kindermusik and Today in General

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Smidge’s Welcome Party

Unfortunately I didn’t get any photos as I forgot my sling and the floor rug and thus had my hands full of Smidge pretty much the entire time. Bit unfortunatel but you get that.

Was nice and intimate and a lot of fun, and reminded me a) how much I like small group situations and b) how much I hadn’t caught up with the people that rocked up, didn’t have nearly as much time as I wanted to spend with everyone. But I guess this happens around silly season especially when everyone is busier than what they would normally be.

Elimination communication

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Slowly working on this with Smidge, seeing as it’s kind of blatantly obvious when she needs to do a poo. She was fussing earlier so I stuck her om the potty and she did a wee (some of it hit me on the leg coz I hadn’t positioned her quite right but we’re learning :P

Alternating whinges

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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.

Finding the pattern

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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.

Teeny tiny little big boy

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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.

Tandem feeding

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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.

Trials and tribulations

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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.

Smidge's graphic birth story

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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

The pain still paining

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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.