Tag Archives: Boo Boo

Boo and Hiccup

Throughout most of my pregnancy Boo seemed pretty much oblivious to my growing belly. Sure, I’d talk to him about the baby, and tell him all about how he was going to be a big brother. I’d point to my belly and tell him how his little sister was in there…

But it was only at the very end that he started poking my belly, and looking at it with some degree of curiosity. I can’t imagine he didn’t know there was something in there, poking and prodding him when he cuddled up to me.

So to be honest, we weren’t really sure how Boo was going to react to the baby.

And at the very start….well….he didn’t react much. When his Daddy brought him to the hospital to see Mama and meet the baby for the very first time, he barely looked at her long enough to poke her once or twice. He was far more interested in the hospital room, its cupboards, drawers, the bed, the chairs, everything but the baby.

Boo meeting Hiccup for the first time

Once we brought Hiccup home, I don’t think Hiccup’s presence really registered with him. Though he did, admittedly, give me space to nurse and care for her. But it was like he was completely oblivious of her, while still understanding that I had to sit and be still…for whatever reason. So he’d wander around me while I was nursing, and bring me books to read to him. He’d place them on the pillow behind Hiccup, or directly in my hand. Sometimes he’d listen and lean on the pillow, but never seemed to want to displace Hiccup in any way. It continued like this for the first few weeks.

Then suddenly things began to change. Boo began to notice Hiccup a little more. Initially he’d get down close to her while she was in her (formerly his) bouncer and pinch her hands and feet. We told him he was welcome to be curious and touch her, but that he had to do so gently. And you know what? After a few days the pinching stopped and gave way to his patting Hiccup on the back, on her head, her limbs. Gently. Very very gently.

Boo kissing Hiccup

Boo looking at Hiccup

So we told him (and keep telling him) that his gentle pats are very nice, and that he’s being a good big brother. And he keeps getting in close and patting Hiccup gently…he also seems to be developing an actual interest in her. When Hiccup cries he runs to her, often beating me to her side. Once there he wants to pat her (to soothe her?) or at least look at her if he can’t reach.

Boo watching Hiccup in the play yard

When Hiccup is fast asleep he’ll wander into her room to peer over the side of the play yard, or climb onto the bed to sit next to her (because of course she sleeps best EVERYWHERE but her designated sleeping space). Sure, he gets a mischievous little look on his face as he does so…but Boo almost ALWAYS has a mischievous look on his face.

Boo and Hiccup on the bed

…So proud of my little man, and the good big brother he’s being!

1

Hiccup’s birth story

It’s been a few weeks now since the new baby arrived. We’re getting into the groove of things with her, adjusting to being a family of four, and (as of this week) introducing our little man to daycare (sniff, sniff). Which all means I’ve had a little time to reflect on Hiccup’s arrival.

Hiccup right after she was borm

To be completely honest I was pretty apprehensive about going into labour…even though it was my second child, I didn’t really know what to expect.

With Boo, my water broke long before I felt any contractions. At the hospital they determined I hadn’t dilated at all and put me on oxytocin to move things along. I responded a little too well to the drugs, and went from about 0-7cm dilation in less than 2 hours. I went from feeling virtually nothing to super can’t-even-talk-can-only-grunt painful. Once I received my epidural, labour slowed down dramatically. It was a long ordeal lasting about 18 hours from start to finish.

So on July 30, when I started feeling a bit crampy at about 4pm…I didn’t think much of it. In fact, I just thought I needed to use the toilet. And I eventually did. I called my husband (from the bathroom no less) and asked him to head home to help out with Boo. I told him I wasn’t feeling well. By then it was 4:45.

I finished up with my bathroom buddy making as much mischief as he could, but the cramping didn’t go away. I purposely stopped myself from being distracted by Boo and started thinking “Oh shit…this could be it!”. I timed my cramps, and quickly realized they were, in fact, contractions. And they were coming fast. Four or five minutes apart.

Last minute items were thrown into my hospital bag. I called my mom so she could start the 2+ hour drive to Montreal. I called my sister-in-law so she could come to care for Boo. I called my husband to find out where the hell he was, and to let him know it was time.

Once he got home, we didn’t wait around. My contractions were now coming 3-4 minutes apart, and we were painfully aware that it was rush hour. We threw Boo into the car and headed to the hospital, calling my sister-in-law en route to come meet us there.

I remember walking through the hospital hallways and elevator, pausing whenever I had a contraction, and seeing the look on peoples’ faces as they realized I was in labour. Priceless.

Standard procedure before being admitted required that I be put under observation for twenty minutes to measure my contractions, the baby’s heartbeat, and to check how dilated I was. I was already over 6cm dilated, and was immediately admitted. It was now going on 6:30pm.

From here on in, things started moving fast(er).

My contractions got worse. My mom arrived. I crushed my husband’s hands as I breathed through the pain. I got an epidural (because drugs….). Unfortunately the epidural didn’t do much – my contractions were increasing too quickly – and it only ever managed to kinda take the edge off the pain at the very end. I started to push and was miraculously in a good mood while doing so. I JOKED with my husband, mom, nurses and doctor. There was laughter in the delivery room. I was anxious and eager to push push push as my contractions seemed to come one after the other, breaking only to catch my breath. My little girl was born without complications (but with an extra push or two) at 8:39pm. I got to hold her immediately. I was tired, but happy to have my little girl stay with me, rather than being whisked off to the ICU as her brother had been. I offered her my breast, and she latched on like a pro.

Mama and Hiccup in the delivery room

It was a completely different – and better – labour than I’d experienced the first time around.

Sure, there was pain.

Sure, I was bruised, stitched up and sore afterward.

Sure, I bled. And bled. And bled (and continue to bleed 4 weeks later).

But none of that matters.

I have a beautiful and healthy baby girl.

Welcome little Hiccup!

0

Why Boo Boo grabs at glasses

Boo recently started reaching for and grabbing at my glasses….it’s not my favourite thing. Because obviously, I need them to see. I’m pretty blind without them, and so if he were to (god forbid) break them, I’d be screwed.

(Well, not completely screwed. I do have another pair but they’re my “good” pair that very easily come off my face….so very “bad” for a grabby toddler.)

One day, however, in a moment of both frustration and curiosity…I let him have them just to see what he would do. I assumed he would throw them on the floor (we were already on the floor, so I figured they wouldn’t have far to go). But instead, he did this:

Boo happily looks at Mama's glasses

Boo goes to put on Mama's glasses

Boo gets Mama's glasses on his head

Boo wears Mama's glasses

Of course he did.

His entire life he’s seen his Mama with glasses on her face. All. The. Time. He sees his Daddy wearing glasses to read books and to look at his tablet…pretty darn often. Of course he wants to wear them.

0

Mummy’s little zombie

As mentioned previously (and it feels like constantly) Boo’s sleep has been, shall we say, total crap. I’ve been blaming it on teething and the fact that he’s been working on something big.

Real big.

Like walking:

He started off sticking his arms straight out in front of him for balance, making him look kind of like a zombie….but since then he’s been practicing and practicing. Now his arms are kind of all over the place (sometimes in front of him, sometimes over his head, sometimes kinda flailing around), and the distances are getting to be so impressive.

So proud of him!

1

Lately No. 9

So we’ve been taking it easy the last few weeks and kind of lying low.

The holidays were, of course, both hectic and full of family. We visited with in-laws before Christmas, and then spent Christmas proper in Kemptville with my folks. Boo Boo was spoiled rotten on all fronts….thankfully I don’t think he realizes it yet. We’re going to have to be extra careful on that moving forward, though.

To help prevent him being completely overwhelmed with new stuff, I’ve been holding some of it back, and introducing one or two new items as I put some of his old/less played with toys away. Needless to say, that even with that strategy, my house is a total mess. I mean a real disaster area….because in addition to toys and books, Boo is into everything. Drawers, cupboards, closets, baskets….whatever item man has contrived to put and store objects in, Boo has become determined to empty.

Sigh.

Anyway…in light of the fact that it is now mid-January, I will spare you the Christmas re-cap. Here’s what else has been happening lately:

Andrea clearing snow off the cedars

We got a whole pile of snow…a huge wet and heavy snowfall. Our new cedars looked sad and bent….so I went out to shake ’em off.

Boo Boo not enjoying the snow

After that same snowfall, we dressed Boo Boo up in his snowsuit and brought him outside to experience deep snow for the first time. He wasn’t impressed, and generally had a look of alarm the whole time.

Mama and Boo looking at a book

Mama reading a book to Boo

Remember way back when I was hoping and dreaming my little man would take an interest in books? My prayers have been answered….he LOVES them. He particularly loves grabbing his book (or two) du jour and dragging it over, climbing on my lap, and then pointing at it (i.e. “Read lady!”). He’s not so great at listening just yet….I generally have to make up an abridged version of everything before he turns the page (quickly and roughly….we’re sticking to soft and board books for now).

Boo emptying the groceries

You know how I said Boo is into emptying things? Sometimes it proves helpful….here he is helping me unpack his groceries (yes….BABY FOOD….my little man still thinks I’m trying to poison him with table food).

Boo Boo relaxing on the table

…and while Boo doesn’t want to eat table food, he’s desperate to physically get up onto the table at all times. I generally manage to keep him off it at home…but in Kemptville when there’s an adult on each side to keep him from falling off? We’re a little more lax.

Boo looking out the window

Boo under the curtains

The little man has also become obsessed with windows and curtains….he wants to look out the window (smush his face up and down the window….ugh….), bang on the window, peek out the window….and then play in the curtains….running behind them, playing peek-a-boo, crawling under them…hours of entertainment and pure joy without any expensive toys….just my window treatments.

Ice on a branch

You know all that snow above? It melted. All of it. Then it rained….and made going anywhere treacherous.

Boo smiling

Just because he’s a cutie here….if you want a guaranteed smile, just say “ho ho ho” in a deep voice. Works every time.

Boo drinking from a cup

And this happened….actually, we discovered Boo could drink out of a cup by accident, when he picked up the hubby’s forgotten glass glass (eeeeep!) off the coffee table and started drinking out of it on his own….I heard something funny (I heard him putting the glass down between gulps) and came to investigate….and the little man giggled like you wouldn’t believe! Anyway. He’s a bit messy at it, but it’s a definite start!

….and I think that’s probably enough pictures of my son for today. More to come as I try to get my blogging ass back in gear!

0