Saturday, May 31, 2008

Shannon and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Last night, Walker left to drive the car to LA and sell it to his old mechanic. At about the same time, Stewie had a reoccurance of the bloody stool that led to an emergency vet visit almost exactly (to the hour) a month ago. At the same time, Moira was trying out her new trick of crying and nursing at the same time, so Willow (my friend who is visiting), kindly cleaned up the mess. This morning at 6:30am I was awakened by Stewie whining, so I ran him out quickly and the same thing happened (although outside at least). We went back to sleep and I woke up again when he started throwing up and then hyperventilating. I called the vets and got an appointment for Monday morning and was told to feed him nothing but rice (I'm adding some active culture yogurt to that) in small amounts until then. Then he had another attack of bloody diarrhea, and I woke up Willow to help so someone could clean and someone could hold the baby. Stewie has had three baths since last night at 10pm, although two of them were just bum washes. Moira continues to practice her fuss eating. Really, you have no idea how fun it is to pop off the boob every few seconds so you can complain about how hungry you are.

I think I'll move to Australia.

Friday, May 30, 2008

In other news

We are officially homeowners now. Walker went to Seattle the weekend before Moira was born to look at more houses, and we were signing paperwork the day she was born. The good news is that it's a better house (in my opinion) then the brick monstrosity, the bad news is that we are now in a serious amount of debt.

For anyone who's interested, here are pictures:

If you got a birth announcement, please note that the address I put on there is wrong. It should be 135th, not 125th.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Level up

At some point in the last week, Moira has learned to sleep by herself in the cosleeper attached to our bed. Actually this is done with a frequent application of swaddling on my part, but I'm still counting it as an achievement on her part.
On my part, at some point in the last week, I have figured out how to get her out of the cosleeper when she starts fussing without waking up completely. I expect this to be one of the most helpful skills I could learn. Next up, Nursing in the dark.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

I can haz baby?

My water broke on Monday, and Wednesday at 1:07am, I got a baby. Her name is Moira Emelyn Hillinger, and she weighs 7 pounds 0.5 ounces. It's a little early, but at least she managed to miss our anniversary, Stewie's birthday, my birthday, and Mother's Day.

Friday, May 2, 2008

1880's vs 1940's

I'm currently typing up a book hand typed by Walker's great-great uncle in the 1940's describing his childhood in the 1870's-1880's. It's interesting in an historical way, but it's really getting on my nerves because he is a bigot. I'm trying to remember that his views on "negroes" are actually relatively good considering the time in which he lived, but it still makes me want to scream when I have to read it. However, it's making me much better at transcribing without actually remembering the information I'm typing.

The one thing that makes this worth it is that he was a cranky old man at the time of writing this so he keeps talking about things that were better when he was a kid. Here is a short list:

Electric Lights (old arc lights gave brighter light then your modern incandescent, so it was like daytime even at night)
Bread (homemade versus mass produced 40's white bread, I can't argue with him there)
Children (children were less spoiled in his day, because their parents used corporeal punishment)
Pigs (modern pigs, like modern children are spoiled and lazy)
Wars (it was more manly in the Civil War when you fought face to face like men)
Umbrellas (umbrellas were bigger, modern umbrellas are the size of a girly parasol)

This is the kind of grumpy-old-man-ness that Walker aspires to. Hopefully without the bigotry, or I'll have to kick him in the nads.