I CAN CRAWL ....
I'm not so sure about this beach idea ....
Opening presents
I have a severe phobia of hairdryers .... DON'T ASK!!!
Monday, December 29, 2008
Christmas
I CAN CRAWL ....
I'm not so sure about this beach idea ....
Opening presents
I have a severe phobia of hairdryers .... DON'T ASK!!!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The "Shift Scare"
7 Days short of 7 months …I have moments when I’d like to fast forward a few months to when Daniel sleeps through (please someone tell me this WILL eventually happen) and then there are moments when I wish I could freeze time and pause the places where he merely delights me with just being Daniel … between my own and Géorn’s temperament – we have an incredibly feisty and strong willed little boy … maybe this is all boys … all babies … but I am occasionally gob smacked at how he throws tantrums, smacks his food away, screams his head off when he doesn’t like/want something, and of course … how despite every conceivable effort to get him to sleep … he’s just not interested …
After visits to about 3 different Paeds, an OT, a Physio, a Chiro and as a last resort – A sleep therapist (Author of Baby and Sleep Sense) – I now give up … I joined a club foot support group about 2 weeks ago – and the general consensus is that the “skateboard” is no great recipe for any form of sleep. So Daniel still wakes up every hour – and on good nights … every 2 hours … our very very last resort …we’re now looking for a night nurse! I literally had a meltdown last week – cried inconsolably and honestly thought I was losing my mind … until then – we’ll continue with shift work … I do the 8pm-1am shift – and G does the early mornings … anybody interested in a new form of contraception – don’t hesitate to call me … it’s called the “shift scare”…
Other than that – no big news … little man recently sprouted 2 new teeth – now that was really fun … after 3 nights of NO SLEEP … I was quite happy to do the hourly routine …
but all this aside – he really is gorgeous … Géorn shaved his head on Saturday … and we can say with absolute certainty that he’s NOT a red head … all due respect to the red heads … but I just think life would be easier as a blondie with blue eyes.
His feet are progressing beautifully … next appointment with the surgeon and he’ll be given a new set of shoes … he still hasn’t figured out how “not to kick simultaneously” – but maybe this will come with time … at this stage – his 2 little legs are perfectly synchronized …it’s very funny looking.
I still have no clue how to kick my legs seperately... 
After visits to about 3 different Paeds, an OT, a Physio, a Chiro and as a last resort – A sleep therapist (Author of Baby and Sleep Sense) – I now give up … I joined a club foot support group about 2 weeks ago – and the general consensus is that the “skateboard” is no great recipe for any form of sleep. So Daniel still wakes up every hour – and on good nights … every 2 hours … our very very last resort …we’re now looking for a night nurse! I literally had a meltdown last week – cried inconsolably and honestly thought I was losing my mind … until then – we’ll continue with shift work … I do the 8pm-1am shift – and G does the early mornings … anybody interested in a new form of contraception – don’t hesitate to call me … it’s called the “shift scare”…
Other than that – no big news … little man recently sprouted 2 new teeth – now that was really fun … after 3 nights of NO SLEEP … I was quite happy to do the hourly routine …
but all this aside – he really is gorgeous … Géorn shaved his head on Saturday … and we can say with absolute certainty that he’s NOT a red head … all due respect to the red heads … but I just think life would be easier as a blondie with blue eyes.
His feet are progressing beautifully … next appointment with the surgeon and he’ll be given a new set of shoes … he still hasn’t figured out how “not to kick simultaneously” – but maybe this will come with time … at this stage – his 2 little legs are perfectly synchronized …it’s very funny looking.
Helping mommy open birthday presents ...
Swimming at the dam ... Géorn humored us for my birthday ... my husband does his best "camping" at the Hilton.
My new Motorbike ... a prezzie from my grandparents for my baby dedication.
Reading with my "Oupa"
Opening prezzies for my dedication ... this was was from Ouma Sannette.
Balancing - just before i fall over ...
My very sexy skateboard ...
I still have no clue how to kick my legs seperately...
Friday, August 8, 2008
Baby steps ...
Freedom …I’m not sure who was more excited, me or him … but the news … Daniel only has to wear his skateboard at night!
I have posted a couple of photos of the journey ...
We saw the Surgeon on Thursday and I waited with bated breath to hear the news … whilst Géorn and I have been like sergeant majors as far as exercises and wearing the bar is concerned , there are untold stories of the initial 3 months passing and then having to start all over again because the baby’s feet have pulled skew …once again …our many prayers were faithfully answered!
These poor doctors have seen me weep uncontrollably, to dance merrily, shouting Yay yay yay like a 5 year old …I simply cannot believe that five months have passed and the initial stages are over … Daniel is loving being able to kick and mom is loving being able to hold him and cuddle him without the skateboard constraints …
I have to remind myself that there’s a reason we refer to this journey as “Baby steps and Talipes tales”… by the way –for those of you who don’t know… Talipes means “club foot”. Baby steps … and they sure have been … and will continue to be.
I was so over the moon to bring him home and try on all his little shoes that were given to us as gifts before he was born …I was so excited when I could dress him in “non Elvis style baby-gros” – with attached booties and all … I was so very excited when I could feed him without having a metal structure digging into my ribs … and then I cried … almost as inconsolably as the day his legs were first placed in casts …
I was watching Party of Five this morning … and the gist of the story line was about living for the now and not becoming so consumed with the then that you forget about the journey … anyway – I guess that was the lesson … I had become so so focused on getting over the 3 months that I forgot about the 4 years … and shees – did it hurt my heart when it all it home …
It suddenly dawned on me that I was counting down the days to Thursday – when the skateboard would be OFF and I could hold him and cuddle him, when he’d be able to kick and play … and I was so grateful that the time had passed – and then it hit me … there’s another 4 years to go … in many ways, we’ve only just started …
So, I guess we start again … Baby steps … with a reminder that’s it in the journey and not the destination … And I am … I am relieved that it’s only 14 hours a day … I am relieved that his feet have healed beautifully, I am thankful that it’s only his feet when it could have been so so much more … I AM … I am reminded … reliant on the great I AM … and on the days when my own feet feel wobbly … at least I know that His never are!
4 Days old - first casting
I have posted a couple of photos of the journey ...
We saw the Surgeon on Thursday and I waited with bated breath to hear the news … whilst Géorn and I have been like sergeant majors as far as exercises and wearing the bar is concerned , there are untold stories of the initial 3 months passing and then having to start all over again because the baby’s feet have pulled skew …once again …our many prayers were faithfully answered!
These poor doctors have seen me weep uncontrollably, to dance merrily, shouting Yay yay yay like a 5 year old …I simply cannot believe that five months have passed and the initial stages are over … Daniel is loving being able to kick and mom is loving being able to hold him and cuddle him without the skateboard constraints …
I have to remind myself that there’s a reason we refer to this journey as “Baby steps and Talipes tales”… by the way –for those of you who don’t know… Talipes means “club foot”. Baby steps … and they sure have been … and will continue to be.
I was so over the moon to bring him home and try on all his little shoes that were given to us as gifts before he was born …I was so excited when I could dress him in “non Elvis style baby-gros” – with attached booties and all … I was so very excited when I could feed him without having a metal structure digging into my ribs … and then I cried … almost as inconsolably as the day his legs were first placed in casts …
I was watching Party of Five this morning … and the gist of the story line was about living for the now and not becoming so consumed with the then that you forget about the journey … anyway – I guess that was the lesson … I had become so so focused on getting over the 3 months that I forgot about the 4 years … and shees – did it hurt my heart when it all it home …
It suddenly dawned on me that I was counting down the days to Thursday – when the skateboard would be OFF and I could hold him and cuddle him, when he’d be able to kick and play … and I was so grateful that the time had passed – and then it hit me … there’s another 4 years to go … in many ways, we’ve only just started …
So, I guess we start again … Baby steps … with a reminder that’s it in the journey and not the destination … And I am … I am relieved that it’s only 14 hours a day … I am relieved that his feet have healed beautifully, I am thankful that it’s only his feet when it could have been so so much more … I AM … I am reminded … reliant on the great I AM … and on the days when my own feet feel wobbly … at least I know that His never are!
4 Days old - first casting
11 days old - second casting
Third casting
Daniel's feet after the 2nd casting
Daniel's feet after the 3rd casting
Fourth casting
At the hospital before the op
Daniel's feet after the 3rd casting
Fourth casting
At the hospital before the op
Fifth casting
Soaking the 5th cast off
Daniel's foot after the 5th casting
Daniel's brand new shoes
The "Skateboard"
Happy Baby - no skateboard
Baby shoes ...
Monday, July 28, 2008
TODAY
I was doing some cleaning up earlier today and came across a CD that Georn and I were given towards the end of last year … it’s a Christian CD produced by Valley Vineyard international that they handout to all visitors … so whilst we were church s(hopping) and I was a good 7/8 months pregnant – we received this CD…
Anyway – it’s been lying at the bottom of a drawer probably since Daniel was born … out it came and WOW … I was once again reminded of the power of music. There was one specific song that I sang compulsively … ironically – I loved the beat but had no idea about the words … until today when i loaded it onto my PC and up popped the lyrics. It's all African and titled “MMOLOKI WARONA” (MY REDEEMER) and the chorus in Sotho translates goes : And I will stand tall in the trials and mountains of this life For you oh Lord are my strength and my shield.
I was so completely overwhelmed by the memories and emotions that the music evoked … vividly recalling the many moments that I was driving and singing the words to a song I didn’t understand – at the top of my voice – oftentimes – tears streaming down my face a the thought having Daniel in a just few weeks time AND not knowing! And in those moments – all that I had – was prayer!
As most of you know – it has been a whirlwind … with his feet, the colic, the skateboard and the sleepless nights – that I really haven’t had time to reflect – and maybe that’s a good thing – but today … well .. TODAY … NEED I SAY MORE!
His shoes are coming off in 2 weeks time and I am counting the days … I can’t wait to not have to dress him in adapted Elvis style babygro’s, I can’t wait to have him just sit on my lap, I can’t wait to feed him without having to maneuver this awkward steel structure … I think it’s probably the only reason that I have managed to persevere with the breastfeeding for as long as I have … JUST to be able to feed him comfortably and cuddle him close to me.
It has been a journey and a half and I just cannot fathom how the time has flown … and in the midst if it all, in the scarce moments that I have to actually think and reflect – I marvel! I wouldn’t wish my pregnancy on my worst enemy and too much reflection makes my heart ache at the memories – but all that I can sing and all that I can say is … “MMOLOKI WARONA” … on the wings of angels our prayers took flight!
Anyway – it’s been lying at the bottom of a drawer probably since Daniel was born … out it came and WOW … I was once again reminded of the power of music. There was one specific song that I sang compulsively … ironically – I loved the beat but had no idea about the words … until today when i loaded it onto my PC and up popped the lyrics. It's all African and titled “MMOLOKI WARONA” (MY REDEEMER) and the chorus in Sotho translates goes : And I will stand tall in the trials and mountains of this life For you oh Lord are my strength and my shield.
I was so completely overwhelmed by the memories and emotions that the music evoked … vividly recalling the many moments that I was driving and singing the words to a song I didn’t understand – at the top of my voice – oftentimes – tears streaming down my face a the thought having Daniel in a just few weeks time AND not knowing! And in those moments – all that I had – was prayer!
As most of you know – it has been a whirlwind … with his feet, the colic, the skateboard and the sleepless nights – that I really haven’t had time to reflect – and maybe that’s a good thing – but today … well .. TODAY … NEED I SAY MORE!
His shoes are coming off in 2 weeks time and I am counting the days … I can’t wait to not have to dress him in adapted Elvis style babygro’s, I can’t wait to have him just sit on my lap, I can’t wait to feed him without having to maneuver this awkward steel structure … I think it’s probably the only reason that I have managed to persevere with the breastfeeding for as long as I have … JUST to be able to feed him comfortably and cuddle him close to me.
It has been a journey and a half and I just cannot fathom how the time has flown … and in the midst if it all, in the scarce moments that I have to actually think and reflect – I marvel! I wouldn’t wish my pregnancy on my worst enemy and too much reflection makes my heart ache at the memories – but all that I can sing and all that I can say is … “MMOLOKI WARONA” … on the wings of angels our prayers took flight!
I used to be smaller than Pooh Bear!
If i can't suck it or chew it it's not worth having!
My perfect little feet! How lovely on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news. Isaiah 52:7
If i can't suck it or chew it it's not worth having!
My perfect little feet! How lovely on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news. Isaiah 52:7
Wrapping Dad's 40th Birthday presents - i tried to help mom but i eating the wrapping paper was much more fun!
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