April 30th, 2011
that right there.. was one of Olives last bottles! I had attempt to take it away before.. cold turkey.. and it was hell.. the screams.. not going to bed.. waking up after she screamed herself to sleep.. I was too pregnant to do it.. so my mom gave me the brilliant idea of telling her the Easter bunny was going to take it! but he was going to leave her chaaaaalk-let.. so for a month.. everyday we talked about it.. he was going to give them to his baby bunnies.. but she got chocolate and big girl cups.. of course I never factored in that we would be in a full house at my mommas for Easter.. and I wasn’t about to torture them with her death-rage-attachment-crys.. so we waited until we got home..
and it has been.. flawless!!
I am shocked.. I put her down for her nap with her last bottle.. told her the Easter bunny was taking them all away.. came down and washed and put them away.. put away the drying rack.. and she has only asked for it once since.. and I just reminded her the Easter Bunny has them!! and that was it.. and I hope it lasts.. because I am tired of this transition.. I want her to stay my baby forever ;)
speaking of babies.. I had my first little hospital scare.. they wanted to check me out because they thought my water had broke.. (good news though.. I only peed my pants three times!) haha.. and I grabbed my bag.. papa happened to be 40 min away.. so he came and sat with her.. and I went in.. and then the anxiety hit once I drove towards the hospital.. the whole time I knew it wasn’t my time.. but.. what if it was.. gulp.. put the Canadian family in the know.. and checked in.. and it was weird.. it was the same woman who checked me in with Olive! I only remember this because she is a very eccentric elderly woman.. and when they weighed me.. I was my weight when Olive came out.. it would have been serendipitous.. had I given birth..
waiting outside the triage doors.. duh duh duh..
I was checked and monitored.. and given the boot.. and it only took 2.5 hours.. they did monitor how “happy” my baby was.. her heart rate readings were off the charts.. and I was having 40 second contractions.. the nurse actually asked me if I was disappointed i was going home.. umm. that’s a negative ghost writer.. I want at least one more week of baby brewing.. lung development.. and then she can come when she is ready ;)
and once it sunk in when I was lying there all monitored.. in rolled the anxiety.. it was insane.. and the first thing that popped into my head was the birthing affirmations Carmen sent me.. thank you Carmen.. they reallyhelped.. I was stupid enough to go to work last night.. and at the time I was like.. yah.. oh course.. but once I got there.. my subconscious was getting mad at me and trying to release its anger through my mouth and eyeballs.. and I realized I should have stayed home.. I had 5 major contractions while walking around and at tables.. and am slowly realizing that I may have to stop working..
but we will see ;) work now.. play later..