We moved.
We survived.
On October 15th it was exactly 8.5 years (oh and one month) that we were together. We used to do something special on the 15th in the earlier years. This month we made up for all the not-so-special 15th-s and moved into our own house. It was stressful at times, the weeks before and after. But we knew each other well enough to not get into useless fights.
DP still confuses left and right, is still in major To-Do-List mode but it is all good. If not all finished.
In the weekend we did after-move chores, only to get ready for the next big thing.
MIL turned 75 and wanted to celebrate with the entire family (of 11) in a hotel in the east of the country for a weekend. And a minor miracle happened: DP's oldest, 14 year old did join. It was the first time he would see me since a year ago, so the first time he would see Suzy. It was remarkably normal. With everyone arriving in various cars we met there, DP's youngest son doing the introduction: 'this is my little sister'.
(He dropped the half-sister thing a while back)
The oldest has always been fond of babies, and still was.
Not a word was uttered on what did and did not happen in the past. It is past anyway.
I'm much relieved, DP was happy to feel complete and his parents were the richest people on earth having all of us around.
Monday, October 28, 2013
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Banana
Babypost coming up.
When Suzy was born she weighed 3.9 kilos. At first she lost some weight, as is quite normal for breastfed babies. Then she struggled for 3 weeks to gain back that weight, but then she started growing. And hasn't stopped since. Babybacon thighs even, yum. At 5.5 months she began to notice that we put 'things' in our mouths, and wanted to try some.
Spoonfeeding made her vomit, not such a success...
So we have had her try herself almost everything we eat that is solid enough for her to hold in her little chubby hands, so she could get used to food without us forcing it upon her. At first she would contort her face, like she couldn't believe we would eat actual bread. Fruit, even banana, seemed too strong or strange a flavour. But she kept coming back to bread. Chewing it, sucking on it and losing it from her mouth again. yes, we had a book that said this is a normal first stage of learning to eat. It also said it could take a few days. or weeks. It never said it could be almost two months before she got the hang of swallowing.
But this weekend marks a tiny milestone: Suzy ate some banana...
We let her try herself, and when the banana pieces were small and slippery on the table I put them on the tip of my finger and she could suck them off.
She weighs 8.1 kilo now and I think she will depend on my milk for a bit longer. But it does amaze me that she doubled in weight just feeding from my boobs.
(Don't tell DP, but if all goes well I would like to give Suzy milk till she decides she doesn't need or want it anymore. It does put strain on my body but my BMI is still 20.4, so above 20, so still healthy I think.)
When Suzy was born she weighed 3.9 kilos. At first she lost some weight, as is quite normal for breastfed babies. Then she struggled for 3 weeks to gain back that weight, but then she started growing. And hasn't stopped since. Babybacon thighs even, yum. At 5.5 months she began to notice that we put 'things' in our mouths, and wanted to try some.
Spoonfeeding made her vomit, not such a success...
So we have had her try herself almost everything we eat that is solid enough for her to hold in her little chubby hands, so she could get used to food without us forcing it upon her. At first she would contort her face, like she couldn't believe we would eat actual bread. Fruit, even banana, seemed too strong or strange a flavour. But she kept coming back to bread. Chewing it, sucking on it and losing it from her mouth again. yes, we had a book that said this is a normal first stage of learning to eat. It also said it could take a few days. or weeks. It never said it could be almost two months before she got the hang of swallowing.
But this weekend marks a tiny milestone: Suzy ate some banana...
We let her try herself, and when the banana pieces were small and slippery on the table I put them on the tip of my finger and she could suck them off.
She weighs 8.1 kilo now and I think she will depend on my milk for a bit longer. But it does amaze me that she doubled in weight just feeding from my boobs.
(Don't tell DP, but if all goes well I would like to give Suzy milk till she decides she doesn't need or want it anymore. It does put strain on my body but my BMI is still 20.4, so above 20, so still healthy I think.)
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Thrown out
We're moving soon, 12 days to go.
So we are packing boxes.
I'm a hoarder, so every time I move there are more boxes with 'archive' / memories / stuff
And DP is a purger, throwing things out that don't need to move with us. I have been hiding the medicine boxes from the DE-IVF all this time, stuffed in a plastic bag. Of course he started to throw them out. To him they are nothing more than old paper, clutter. He was a little incredulous that I kept that many useless boxes. What had a planned to do with them, he asked.
I couldn't come up with an answer, not in words. As if I need to hold on to something tangible, proof how hard it was. Proof for Suzy that we didn't just hop on a plane and steal/buy an ovum on a whim.
He suggested we take a photo, but I was feeling all grey and unmovable, unconvinced that would make it better.
I was adamant we kept all the tests (again he was surprised there were that many), he just threw out the wrappers and boxes and put them in with the one unused test that is left.
What to do with that one I don't know.
So we are packing boxes.
I'm a hoarder, so every time I move there are more boxes with 'archive' / memories / stuff
And DP is a purger, throwing things out that don't need to move with us. I have been hiding the medicine boxes from the DE-IVF all this time, stuffed in a plastic bag. Of course he started to throw them out. To him they are nothing more than old paper, clutter. He was a little incredulous that I kept that many useless boxes. What had a planned to do with them, he asked.
I couldn't come up with an answer, not in words. As if I need to hold on to something tangible, proof how hard it was. Proof for Suzy that we didn't just hop on a plane and steal/buy an ovum on a whim.
He suggested we take a photo, but I was feeling all grey and unmovable, unconvinced that would make it better.
I was adamant we kept all the tests (again he was surprised there were that many), he just threw out the wrappers and boxes and put them in with the one unused test that is left.
What to do with that one I don't know.
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