This is going to be interesting

Jack isn't allowed to go for a walk for two weeks! TWO WEEKS!! Not even gentle exercise or little walks - No. Walks. At. All! Any of you who have met and/or know, or have heard stories about our dogs will know exactly how terrible a thought that is ... for him and for us.

Poor puppy!!

The surgery went well though - he'll be good as new, it's just that because he made a bit of a mess they had to cut away some of the skin/flesh (I know ... as a dearly loved friend puts it ... it makes my bum go funny to think of it!) and stretch skin and flesh back over to cover the area so if he tears it/undermines the surgery we've got problems. It didn't even occur to me until Al got home from the vets - apparently he was lucky he didn't tear an artery. As in, very lucky. I nearly fainted when that wee thought processed fully.

He carries his war wounds well though, don't you think? (I think we look a bit more dreadful than he does, but then, we have to pay the vet bill)

And because you know you want to see more photos of the kidlet ...

Happy bath time! (OK, he looks a bit horrified in the first pic, but he does actually love his baths. We had grand plans to shower him, but with his wind and crazies in the evening, a deep bath settles him much better. And the trug was cheaper than a tummy tub ... although it's getting harder to hold in in the trug because he loves to wriggle and kick and push on the sides, so we may yet end up with a tummy tub. Maybe.)

Another angelic sleepy shot. He's slept like a demon today, catching up I think from the last few days and nights of barely feeding and barely sleeping. Here's hoping it carries on into tonight!

Chaos reigns supreme

Seriously. What a week!

Sick me, sick baby, sick husband, Jack spent last night in hospital (dog vs old, downed and concealed barbed wire fence at the park) and is being sewn up under a general anaesthetic, Jess is miserable without Jack, the cat is pissy she's not allowed in the cot ...

On the bright side, my beauty therapist is visiting later to wax my legs (she is a wonderful, wonderful woman!). I'm happier than a happy thing to be getting socially acceptable non-hairy legs again!!

And, Cuinn has been in his cot for more than 5 minutes so far which means I may even be able to shower. Imagine that!

Yucky milestones

Cuinn is seeing the doctor for the first time today. Poor baby is sick and very miserable. He's got my disease in spades - a heavy cold and vomiting (he projectile vomited straight up in the air while on his change table during the night ... it was like a baby puke fountain). Presumably the vomiting is caused by the mucus, but I was vomiting too so it may be part and parcel with the disease. Either way, it's not nice and I can't lie him down either or he chokes so we're both spending the day on the couch.

Over and out.

We are not amused

I'm diseased.

And because I'm diseased, I had to forfeit a planned adventure out of the house today.

Therefore, I'm using the teeny scrap of energy I have left to sulk about the extreme dreadfulness and tragedy of it all.

Thank heavens I managed to get diseased during the husband's weekend so he can do most of the baby handling while we both pray that I don't give it to Cuinn. If he's too little for a cot, he's definitely too little to get diseased.

Stupid disease.

(Cuinn's weight today - 4,830 grams)

(P.S. If I find out who exposed me to disease, I'm going to have a bigger tanty than the one Cuinn's throwing right now)

Tired of typing dot blogspot?

Well then ... TA DA!! Don't!!

Pal Dave magicked me up a dot com address, so now we can be just eating cake for breakfast dot com! Weee!!

Happy skippy joy! (Happy skippy joy is like happy joy, but extra specially happy joy)

So, less typing for everyone, and I feel very cool.

YEEAHHH!


(Ahhh ... the child is yelling. Good to know his lungs haven't disappeared in the last five minutes ... )

The first of many new stages

Cuinn moved into his cot today (sob). He seems so little in there (!!), we kinda packed him in ... I'm not sure if that was to make him feel better, or us. But I was starting to worry he was going to wriggly right out of his hammock, so at least this way we know he won't be going anywhere.

(And spot the washable nappy! Not only are we being very brave moving him into a cot, we're being extra brave starting on our washable nappies! We were helped along with that somewhat by an enormous grocery bill this week ...)

Awesome. Awesome, awesome, awesome.

Yes, the child is asleep and that is awesome, but I wish to discuss something different.

Have I whinged yet, or even recently, about the wee post-birth, post c-section problem I have with clothes? I don't fit my pre-pregancy clothes by an absolute mile, but I can't wear most of my maternity clothes (bottoms) because they sit across my c-section site and my belly is still really sensitive. And forget about hiding the assorted lumps, bumps and rolls which accrued during pregnancy.

Cue much head scratching on how to clothe oneself and stay comfortable.

But, never fear! I, my friends, have found the ultimate pants.

Well, technically, my sister in law Ruth told me about them, I thought they sounded like a sterling idea, ordered some, waited in a state of feverish expectation (whilst celebrating mightily in advance that they only cost me forty bucks!! Exchange rate, postage, pants and all!!) and this morning ... yes, this morning, they arrived!

I was sitting on the couch and just happened to look up and see the postie depositing a lovely plump internationally-travelled looking envelope that could only have been the pants into our mailbox (No, I have not been stalking our postie every morning this week waiting for them to arrive. OK, well ... yes I have, but it's better than watching infomercials. Agreed?).

Of course, as luck would have it, it's hosing down like it hasn't hosed since the last time it hosed down which made it a very soggy journey to the letterbox, but I dashed out anyway and back into the house trying not to trip over the sopping border collie who thought it would be an excellent idea to follow me out into the rain, clutching the dripping cardboard envelope post-marked from Australia between two fingers - hoping that the pants were in some form of protective packaging inside (they were) - then proceeded to rip open the packaging whilst praying that the pants weren't too complicated for me to put together (they weren't). Bearing in mind I have a four week old, when it comes to pants, putting the right leg in the right leg hole these days is a bit of a challenge. Thank heavens the weather has been such that slip on shoes have been the order of the day since Cuinn was born ... the thought of doing up shoelaces is a bit more than I can cope with just now.

Suffice it to say, Teh Pants are awesome!! (!!!)

(Oh, and erm ... even though it goes without saying really ... forgive me carbon footprint for I have sinned ... but it was so worth it and I am so going to do it again!)