Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a crawler!

I just realized that I hadn't posted anything about Bubbie's foray into mobility. On the 17th, I was going to a mom's night out with our playgroup when Bubbie decided to not only sit himself up for the first time, but also bust out at really start crawling. He had done a few "steps" here and there, but that night he went from one end of our area rug to the other. Now, he's a crawling machine and is pulling up on everything.

I'm so excited that he's reaching these milestones, but good lord, I'm a nervous wreck. We have tile floors so every small tumble or fall can be pretty rough. The pulling up business is giving me gray hair. He pulls himself up and seems to forget that he's not really able to stand and just lets go. Cue fall straight back. On tile. But I've been right behind him every time that has happened and caught him before he busted his bean.

However, today was a craptastic day. He's definitely getting more teeth and didn't want his bottles. He was constipated from the meatballs he sampled last night. Then top it all of, the pulling up business landed him with a big goose egg and bruise on his forehead. Bubbie has decided that his cube bookshelf is not allowed to have books in it. He was pulling books out while leaning and arm on one of the vertical pieces when his arm gave way and he clocked himself on the corner of the piece. It looked like it really hurt and he was howling! My poor Bubbie. I feel so bad that I didn't have my hand there to block his head or that I just didn't catch him in time. The ironic thing is that Brad and I had just talked about switching out that bookshelf for a rounder one the night before.

When you have a mobile kid, you find sharp corners everywhere. At this rate, I think I'm going to have to go buy some hair dye soon.

Happy Day

I'm pretty proud of myself right now. I just sold 3 pairs of baby shoes to a woman in my playgroup. I've got another pair in the works for another woman. Aaaannnnd another friend of mine wants to buy 2 sets of fabric blocks. Yay me!!

9 Month Stats

We had Bubbie's 9 month appointment yesterday and here are the stats on my tall, skinny boy:

Length: 29 5/8"
Weight: 19.04oz
Head: 18.25"

Where's my pot o' gold?

We've had a lot of rain over the past fews days and yesterday the weather was just weird. There would be an intense downpour and then sunny skies as the storm moved through. In the midst of it all, B and I saw the most complete rainbow I've ever seen. It was awesome - a full arch where we could see what looked like the beginning and end. The weird thing was that we were going to get family pictures done with my parents and brother with the photographer that did our wedding. We got a rainbow that day too.

The blanket

Here's the blanket I was making when Emma decided to eat my needle. :)

The $1200 Blanket

So, I'm making a ribbon blanket for a friend of mine that I am appliqueing a name on. I do this by using fusible webbing on the applique and then doing a basket stitch around the letters with embroidery floss. There I am sewing away and have just a little (read: 1 cm) heart that I had to finish. As I was getting some stabilizer for the heart, B suddenly said our cat Emma had some pink string. The pink string with a needle on it. I quickly looked and sure enough, there was no needle on the string. We tried to get it from her and she took off upstairs. I was finally able to approach her and pulled the string when it suddenly stopped. There was tension. Emma took a swipe at me and next thing I know the string is on the floor, sans needle. Yup, my cat swallowed a needle.

Emma was our first cat, our first furbaby. So in a panic, I called an emergency vet in our area who told me to bring her in for an xray. Sure enough, the needle was in there, but it was lying horizontally in her throat. The vet told me that they would have to use an endoscope and special tools to pull it out of her throat, which they couldn't do there. They had to check with another emergency vet about 20 minutes away to see if they could do the procedure there. Luckily they could. If they couldn't I would have had to go to another clinic about 1.5 hour away.

So right now, my poor cat Emma is being anesthetized, intubated, and scoped to get a stupid needle out. The blanket I sold for $14 has now cost me $1200. Damn.

Update on prior happy ending post

So, I posted a while ago about a woman in my mom's group who was going to be adopting her cousin's baby who was born early after the mother passed away from appendicitis. She found out today that the baby was going to allowed to go home with them on Monday and she and her husband were ecstatic. That is, until 5 minutes later when the social worker told her that the baby's father suddenly wants to be a dad. Granted, he was no where to be seen during the mother's pregnancy or even there when the baby was delivered and the mother died.

I feel so bad for the woman. She and her family had already taken this baby in their hearts be theirs. I know that the baby's father has rights, but honestly, the baby was born more than a month ago. Where was he then? Why didn't he "man up" when his son needed him most? I feels so terrible for them.

Laugh along with Bubbie!

We finally caught Bubbie really laughing on video. I love him.

Must.stop.reading.blogs

I really need to stop reading blogs. No really. So many blogs are done by moms who have lost a child and I can't stop reading them. Cancer, disease, accidents....they all happen and it scares the crap out of me. I don't know how these families cope with the loss of their child and I cannot imagine the grief. I always felt empathy for people who have lost a child, but now that I am a mother, the empathy is so much deeper.

We had a scare with Bubbie back in September caused by a simple photograph. I take lots of pictures of him and ran across one that had a very strange reflection in his eye. I know this is quite common, especially with digital cameras, but I decided to better be safe than sorry. My mom and I took Bubbie to his pediatrician just to get his eye checked. During the appointment, the doctor used that little eye light thing to take a peek into Bubbie's eyes. After a few minutes, he said that he might see something in there and that we had to take him to a pediatric opthamologist as soon as possible. This was on a Friday and our appointment was made for Monday morning. B was working but met us at the doctor's office after the appointment. Needless to say, we were all a mess. I have only seen my husband really cry once before then - when his sister died. He was so worried about our little boy.

After a very emotional and stressful weekend, we took Bubbie to the pediatric opthamologist. Bubbie was battling a cold and had to have his eyes dilated. He was not a happy camper. The doctor called us in and did the exam. After the longest 5 minutes of my life, he said that Bubbie's eyes were clear, both had astigmatisms and one was near sighted and the other far, but clear. The relief I felt at the moment was so immense that I had to keep myself from bursting into tears.

I only wish that more families could have that feeling of relief instead of the pain that they have felt from losing a child. I always have those families in my thoughts....always.