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My girl was thankfully very cooperative with her mealtimes today, so we could max her feed for her solids and milk before she had to abstain from all food and liquid.
The clinic people had the same problem as the people at the hospital, they said it was hard to find the veins on her pudgy hands. *sigh* But anyway, let just say they did it, and it was very traumatic for me - I was crying and wringing my hands to her symphony of wails (my hubby was assisting the doctor). Towards the end, I went in to carry her so that they could finish taping up the temporary splint. We brought her to "shopping" at the minimart and she soon stop crying. Later we had a "very hot"walk to Botanica Gardens, and she went back to the clinic in good spirits. She was so smiley that even the technician was asking "Why are you so happy, baby? My reply was "that's because she doesn't know what you are going to do to her next!"
To cut it short, it went OK, and we are now waiting for the results to be sent to her PD. Once that is done, we will wait for her PD to let us know if her kidneys has been scarred or not *cross fingers*
It's been a very traumatic day for me - so much so that I am tired, but my mind is wide awake. I wish I could do more to help my girl, but I am proud that she's such a strong girl. Much much stronger than her mummy, because after she woke up, she seem to have forgotten what she went through today and was her usual sunshine self. That is something I have to learn from her - to move on.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
the coming DMSA scan
My girl will be going for her DMSA scan tomorrow (for more information on DMSA scan, please refer to here). I'm a bit apprehensive and I'm starting to get butterflies in my tummy.
The mere thought of them having to insert an intravenous (IV) catheter into her little hand is making me cringe in horror and discomfort. I think my helper will be doubly traumatised since she was alone with her in the hospital when they had to do the same thing (we were home packing up things necessary for the admission). I can already imagine her wails, and the 2 hour seperation from the time they insert and the time they sedate and do the scan - that would probably be the worst as since she will be trying to rip if off and crying in discomfort.
All the worst scenarios keep flitting through my head (I shall not mention them) and it's not a pleasant thing to have to go through such things when she's so young. I'm a PESSIMIST, so I guess it makes it doubly worse for me - I can hardly think any happy thoughts.
Perhaps, as my ever optimist hubby says, I worry too much.
The mere thought of them having to insert an intravenous (IV) catheter into her little hand is making me cringe in horror and discomfort. I think my helper will be doubly traumatised since she was alone with her in the hospital when they had to do the same thing (we were home packing up things necessary for the admission). I can already imagine her wails, and the 2 hour seperation from the time they insert and the time they sedate and do the scan - that would probably be the worst as since she will be trying to rip if off and crying in discomfort.
All the worst scenarios keep flitting through my head (I shall not mention them) and it's not a pleasant thing to have to go through such things when she's so young. I'm a PESSIMIST, so I guess it makes it doubly worse for me - I can hardly think any happy thoughts.
Perhaps, as my ever optimist hubby says, I worry too much.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Just one of those little things others do ...
to make me happy!
I had emailed previously to this famous crystal company, asking if they would consider having baby gift memberships, that the membership could be dated to the birth or the month of the birth of the baby.
Within 2 days, they replied, saying that they would consider it and asked for my girl's membership details. After I replied, I forgot about it as I was very busy at work.
Then today, I checked my email and they replied me that they had dated my girl's membership to her DOB!
Ecstatic? Ya! Why? Because such a famous big crystal company is willing to cater to requests from one of their millions of members. It made me really happy the way they responded - because I didn't asked for my girl's membership to be backdated, but for in case, if I decided to have another kid. So for Vanessa's membership to be dated her DOB, it is a bonus to me.
It sure feels good, I'm going to print out that email and save it for her 21st birthday!
I had emailed previously to this famous crystal company, asking if they would consider having baby gift memberships, that the membership could be dated to the birth or the month of the birth of the baby.
Within 2 days, they replied, saying that they would consider it and asked for my girl's membership details. After I replied, I forgot about it as I was very busy at work.
Then today, I checked my email and they replied me that they had dated my girl's membership to her DOB!
Ecstatic? Ya! Why? Because such a famous big crystal company is willing to cater to requests from one of their millions of members. It made me really happy the way they responded - because I didn't asked for my girl's membership to be backdated, but for in case, if I decided to have another kid. So for Vanessa's membership to be dated her DOB, it is a bonus to me.
It sure feels good, I'm going to print out that email and save it for her 21st birthday!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The certification process ...
of being parents ...
And don't laugh at others, especially the hubby, because what goes round comes round.
Today's my helper's 2nd day off and we didn't really communicate on it, so I had already packed my schedule for today - facial in the morning, following by baking in the afternoon. My helper agreed to look after my gal until my hubby's back from sending me to the place, so my hubby would be on his own till I'm back from my facial.
As my sweetiepie was ZzzZing with me last night (wow, she slept from 9pm till this morning 7:45am - with 2 feeds at 11pm and 6am) so I napped a little to catch up on the lost sleep (well I was pretty entertained by what she did in her sleep - like holding her leg up high in the air) after getting the hubby to hand her over to my helper. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard loud exclamations and laughter from my maid. My hubby stomped into the bedroom and whined," She peed all over me!" I was a bit confused, but he continued," and she was wearing her diaper! And she also pooped! I don't know how it leaked!" How I laughed! And how I paid for it later.
Fast forward, I had finished baking for the day at my mum's house. My girl was ultra good - took her milk and food without fuss and she let her daddy pat her to slumberland. So after clearing up, we headed home. I was commenting to my hubby she's doing her poop job again in the car, and I was distracted by something. Then I turned at look back at her sweet angelic face, and I screamed, "OH NO!!!" Her poop was leaking from her rompers! So I quickly grabbed some tissue paper and stuff at the leakage. When we got home, I quickly wrestled her romper off and to my horror of horrors, a lump fell out from the romper. When I finally removed her diaper off, that big mess and stench ... not to mention, she had some of the poop smeared on her back when I took off her romper. So she had to be soaped and showered, and while my hubby held her in her towel, I ran the bath water to give her a bath. Thankfully in the middle of the bath, my helper came back and she help dressed my girl after I was done with her bath.
So lesson learnt? Never laugh at the hubby, no matter what the baby does to him. Because, you never know what the baby will do to you.
I think we are ready for a solo trip (3 of us) - but let's have a trial run first.
And don't laugh at others, especially the hubby, because what goes round comes round.
Today's my helper's 2nd day off and we didn't really communicate on it, so I had already packed my schedule for today - facial in the morning, following by baking in the afternoon. My helper agreed to look after my gal until my hubby's back from sending me to the place, so my hubby would be on his own till I'm back from my facial.
As my sweetiepie was ZzzZing with me last night (wow, she slept from 9pm till this morning 7:45am - with 2 feeds at 11pm and 6am) so I napped a little to catch up on the lost sleep (well I was pretty entertained by what she did in her sleep - like holding her leg up high in the air) after getting the hubby to hand her over to my helper. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard loud exclamations and laughter from my maid. My hubby stomped into the bedroom and whined," She peed all over me!" I was a bit confused, but he continued," and she was wearing her diaper! And she also pooped! I don't know how it leaked!" How I laughed! And how I paid for it later.
Fast forward, I had finished baking for the day at my mum's house. My girl was ultra good - took her milk and food without fuss and she let her daddy pat her to slumberland. So after clearing up, we headed home. I was commenting to my hubby she's doing her poop job again in the car, and I was distracted by something. Then I turned at look back at her sweet angelic face, and I screamed, "OH NO!!!" Her poop was leaking from her rompers! So I quickly grabbed some tissue paper and stuff at the leakage. When we got home, I quickly wrestled her romper off and to my horror of horrors, a lump fell out from the romper. When I finally removed her diaper off, that big mess and stench ... not to mention, she had some of the poop smeared on her back when I took off her romper. So she had to be soaped and showered, and while my hubby held her in her towel, I ran the bath water to give her a bath. Thankfully in the middle of the bath, my helper came back and she help dressed my girl after I was done with her bath.
So lesson learnt? Never laugh at the hubby, no matter what the baby does to him. Because, you never know what the baby will do to you.
I think we are ready for a solo trip (3 of us) - but let's have a trial run first.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Close to my heart ....
literally ...
Over the weekend, my girl was napping and the helper was doing some housework - so I decided to nap with my girl in case she got up and fussed.
True enough, she woke up some ten minutes later. BUT she looked at me smiled so sweetly! I tried to pat her back to sleep but she was trying to get up and climb on her blanket which was between us. I realised shortly she wanted to come over to me so I picked her up and placed her on my chest. She happily laid her head down and was contented to try to dig her fingers into my nose and mouth. She was still sleepy so I just entertained her while patting her back. She fell asleep after 5 minutes but she was still tossing abit. Let just say her position wasn't very comfortable and my arms were aching from trying to hold her in position (lest she rolls off me and onto the floor!). Eventually she settled down enough for me to change my position so that she was sleeping on my side instead. By that time my tee was WET and clammy from her drool!
It made me so warm and ozzy inside when she smiled at me. It wasn't her usual cheeky smile, but one that was "I am so pleased and happy to see you".
What did I do right for her to smile so sweetly at me and wanting to sleep with me?
Having her I guess :)
Over the weekend, my girl was napping and the helper was doing some housework - so I decided to nap with my girl in case she got up and fussed.
True enough, she woke up some ten minutes later. BUT she looked at me smiled so sweetly! I tried to pat her back to sleep but she was trying to get up and climb on her blanket which was between us. I realised shortly she wanted to come over to me so I picked her up and placed her on my chest. She happily laid her head down and was contented to try to dig her fingers into my nose and mouth. She was still sleepy so I just entertained her while patting her back. She fell asleep after 5 minutes but she was still tossing abit. Let just say her position wasn't very comfortable and my arms were aching from trying to hold her in position (lest she rolls off me and onto the floor!). Eventually she settled down enough for me to change my position so that she was sleeping on my side instead. By that time my tee was WET and clammy from her drool!
It made me so warm and ozzy inside when she smiled at me. It wasn't her usual cheeky smile, but one that was "I am so pleased and happy to see you".
What did I do right for her to smile so sweetly at me and wanting to sleep with me?
Having her I guess :)
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Record broken!
For the longest time, Vanessa takes about 125ml to 150ml of milk at anytime. Periodically she would finish 180ml but that was really very rare.
Today, she she finished 210ml! I am wondering if she's going through another growth spurt. She's weighing in at 8.9kg (according to my hello kitty weighing scale) so give another 2 to 3 weeks, we would be able to turn her child seat to face the front (according to the manual, the child seat can only face front once the child is 9kg and above.
[How she's drinking: 210ml will last her about 4 hours or so. She had one feed at 2pm, then at 5 plus, she had some porridge. She then proceed to finish 180ml at 6:30pm and 145ml at 8pm.]
In another 2 days time, Vanessa will be 9 months old. Wow ... time flies, doesn't it, and she'll be 1 in 3 months time! [Note to self: TIME TO START PLANNING HER PARTY!]
She still cannot say "ma ma" unlike Emily, but it's not really a big deal I guess. Each child progress at their own speed. Emily crawled later than Vanessa, but now she's raring to walk!
Tomorrow's back to work, I will miss my sweetie pie for sure =(
Today, she she finished 210ml! I am wondering if she's going through another growth spurt. She's weighing in at 8.9kg (according to my hello kitty weighing scale) so give another 2 to 3 weeks, we would be able to turn her child seat to face the front (according to the manual, the child seat can only face front once the child is 9kg and above.
[How she's drinking: 210ml will last her about 4 hours or so. She had one feed at 2pm, then at 5 plus, she had some porridge. She then proceed to finish 180ml at 6:30pm and 145ml at 8pm.]
In another 2 days time, Vanessa will be 9 months old. Wow ... time flies, doesn't it, and she'll be 1 in 3 months time! [Note to self: TIME TO START PLANNING HER PARTY!]
She still cannot say "ma ma" unlike Emily, but it's not really a big deal I guess. Each child progress at their own speed. Emily crawled later than Vanessa, but now she's raring to walk!
Tomorrow's back to work, I will miss my sweetie pie for sure =(
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