Mothers, Daughters and Sisters

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

How my Emma Ray has changed.
In the past few months so many subtle changes have taken place in her.
Today I realized it.

At 3 1/2 years old she can write her name.
yesterday she wrote 'MOM' for the first time! And I mean she can write it clearly with the letters all the same size.

Emma is learning gymnastics. Going from the timid little girl at the first lesson to the little girl who runs over to the equipment, volunteering to demonstrate the 'new' moves.

Emma is in the church choir. This Sunday she will sing for the congregation.

She has started Sunday school with such excitement and enthusiasm. The first Sunday, I was shocked as she told the teacher her name, before being asked!
Shocked because ever since she was a baby in arms, my little Emma has been such a shy little girl, always clinging to me or hiding behind me, fearing anyone who should so much as look at her.

What a difference.

My heart melts when I look at her.
Its funny but I feel sad as I watch her becoming more independent and less dependent on me.
I know I have to enjoy every minute with her because time passes too fast.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Rich has finally pushed me into writing.
It's not that I don't enjoy writing, it just seems to be half way down my priority list.

Rich and I took the girls to the mountains last week. Golden Gate Canyon to be precise.
It was a beautiful day. The sky was clear and the air was cool.

We walked up one of the trails marked 'Moderate', (there were no 'Easy' trails for us to pick from).
With baby 'Rose' strapped to Rich's chest (in the carrier), we started our climb.
Emma ran ahead, overflowing with enthusiasm.
We spotted patches of unmelted snow in the trees.
I was excited, knowing that autumn had arrived.

After 30 minutes of walking Emma was starting to get tired. Rose was sleeping!
Should we turn back or keep going?
Believing we must be half way around our trail, we kept walking.

To keep Emma's spirits up we decided to look for 'fairies'.
I spotted the first one, a purple fairy.
Emma spotted the second, a pink fairy.
Rich spotted what he thought was a fairy wearing hiking boots.
We asked her how far until the end of the trail. She recommended we turn around because the rain clouds were moving in.

We turned back. Emma was getting fussy. I put her on my shoulders.
At this point I knew that Rich had the better deal carrying the baby!

Rich spotted a cute little bunny rabbit, Emma was not interested.
Rich had us smell the white flowers. He thought they were "Babies Breath", but they smelt of 'stinky' feet. Wrong flower!

With sore shoulders we reached the end/beginning of the trail.

The way I read the map, I was under the impression that the 1.8 mile trail looped back to where we began. I read it wrong. It ended somewhere up the mountain!

As we started the car the first drops of rain began to fall.

How thankful we were to the fairy in the Hiking boots!

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Another miracle happened.
May 1st, 4am.
Hannah Rose came into this world (at a speedy 60 mph, or so it seemed).
Emma is now a 'big sister' and has the t-shirt to prove it!

After a "natural birth', I want to urge every pregnant woman out there to skip the drugs.
Yes labor hurts but the recovery time is much easier for mother and baby. I don't believe women know about 'recovery time', they don't think about what they will feel like after the baby is pushed out. Pain medications and epidurals can cause you to be incoherent, unable to walk. I believe all the focus is on the labor, the fears, the pain.

Forget that, think about how you want to feel after.

Rose appeared in one push after a very uncomfortable back labor. Yes, I yelled for pain interventions but luckily my husband and midwife knew how passionate I was not to have drugs. Rose was so alert from the beginning, not having to fight off the effect of pain killers. I felt great, not like my body had just endured eight hours of painful labor.

That all happened three and a half weeks ago.
I am still adjusting to being a mother of two, can't believe how well it is going.

Must go, time to pump.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

We know one should feed them only a pinch of food at a time.
Emma fed our friends fish the whole container of food.
I didn't know until 24hrs after the incident.
Our friend went to take a pinch of food but the container was empty.
The tank was murky.
There was still movement.
"Don't die fish".

At home I asked Emma if she had fed our friends fish.
"oh, yes mummy", she replied, with a smile of achievement.

Sadly only two fish survived.
They have since been joined by new fish.

The food is well hidden!

Sunday, February 29, 2004

Its been a long time.
Much has happened.
Where to start?

Emma will be three in just over a month. This means she is still two.
Wow I am smart!
The other morning she asked me the the meaning of the word"elevated".
Not thinking much of it I gave her the answer.

The next word she said was in Spanish. She explained that it means "up".
I was now impressed.

Then she told me what "down" is in Spanish.
I was further impressed.

Then she finished off by counting to 7 in Spanish.
I was on the phone to Daddy!

Thanks to Dora The Explorer my daughter can speak and understand a language that is foreign to me.
Who said TV is a bad thing?

Thursday, January 22, 2004

Emma has become my worst fear at night.
I lay waiting, full of anxiety.
For I know she will come for me at some point.
She will creep into my bedroom. Her soft little hand will touch my arm.
I fear the hand, I fear the footsteps.
She takes me by force to her bedroom.
The routine is always the same. She wants me to sleep in her bed the whole night.
I lay there balanced on the edge , waiting for her to fall asleep. Then I carefully make my escape.
I climb back into my big comfy bed, laying in wait and dread.

Last night she visited me six times within four hours.

Tonight will be different.

I am off to the store to buy a child proof door handle cover. The ones that challenge adults to open the door. I will joyfully place it on the inside of Emma's room.

I will lay safe without fear tonight, knowing she can't get me.

I know I have a new fear to face. Two AM, Emma crying and screaming, "Mummy, I want you"
Thankfully my ears will be stuffed with my super strength earplugs!

Thursday, January 01, 2004

Sorry for the long break. We have been so busy eating Cadburys chocolate brought over by Emma's Auntie Lavinia from England, that I haven't had a spare moment to sit at the computer!
Yesterday we went to Loveland ski area, so Lavinia and Hendrik could pose on the slopes.
I decided that Emma should have a go at skiing too.
After a long search for little ski boots at the rental shack, we were presented with a cute little pair of yellow and red boots, still a couple of sizes too big.
Emma hated them.
After some clever 'Mummy" persuasion. Emma agreed to wear them.
I carried her out to the snow, no easy task, with layers of constrictive winter clothes and five months pregnant!
I stood her in the snow and clipped one of the boots onto a ski.
No go.
It just wasn't going to happen.
Instead we played snow balls, as her cute little skies sat abandoned.
After wasting time in the ski lodge, drinking sickly sweet hot chocolate, I decided we should try the skis again.
This time was much more productive. Emma discovered how fun it is to push the ski across the snow and chase after it.
This game amused us both for the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe next year Emma will let me persuade her to attach the boots to the ski.