Hannah!

  • May. 26th, 2011 at 11:19 PM
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Sleeping on an air mattress in Madison, at Julie and Matt's apartment. Would love to spend all day tomorrow in HAPPY BABY LAND where everything is adorable and nothing hurts, but I just remembered I have a shrink appointment tomorrow morning at 10am, so my dad and I will be getting up super early to head back to Milwaukee. Maybe I can come back and see her in a few days because BABY.

My brand-new niece Hannah Grace was born at about 12:45 a.m. on May 26, 2011. She is teensy and has big eyes and keeps making little meepy noises like my kittens. I can't believe she's not even a day old yet! There's something magical about that time when a creature is so young that all it does is eat and sleep and snuggle. Its needs are so simple. Just a little ball of life.

Julie has the swankiest hospital room I've ever seen. In the swankiest hospital I've ever seen. It has, like, MULTIPLE waterfalls.

BABY:



Me & Hannah:

wibbly wobbly kitty witty

  • May. 13th, 2011 at 1:50 AM
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I took the Spice kittens back to the Humane Society today to begin their new lives. I hope they are doing OK without me. I always feel bad leaving them to their uncertain futures. Cinnamon whined all the way there, which was sad but also hilarious because she sounds exactly like a little kid. "WAAAH! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MEEEE!" She's quite a character. (The vet was like "oh, well, she's a calico," like that explains her feistiness. Stereotype, or TRUTH??)

The vet said that I could keep Mama by herself for a few days to let her milk dry up, but I was worried that she'd freak out without her kittens around. Kittens can comfort each other without a mama, but I didn't want Mama to be wandering around the house calling for her kittens and have them be nowhere to be found. :( So the vet said it'd be fine to keep her with the kittens, and that way the separation can be gradual, and also the nursing comforts the kitties after they have their surgery. Aw.

I'm also sekritly hoping that she gets adopted with a kitten. The vet said that the kittens will be adopted in about thirty seconds, and for Mama it might take a little longer--two minutes. Heh. I know older cats take longer to be adopted, but Mama is a sweetie and she's so pretty and talkative. I hope someone sees her and falls in love. They're all going up for adoption on Saturday if all goes well with the surgery and recovery, which is great because I'm sure Saturday is a super busy day at the Humane Society. I'll be checking the website every half hour like usual.

I miss the little kittyfaces, but it's something of a relief to have my room to myself again so I can get started on MOVING. I'm sure Hypatia is relieved as well. She's currently celebrating their absence by eating what was left in their food bowl.

Right now, I really miss Clove. He was sweet but not needy, he was always going off by himself and finding weird hiding places, and he had the cutest little face.

Clove
Clove, an almost-black kitten.

I have many more photos of these kitties to upload to my flickr, plus some pics from my sister's baby(!!) shower. She's due(!!) in a couple of weeks(!!) and I can't wait to meet my niece. She already has a onesie that says "I [heart] my auntie"! :D

:( :( :(

  • Sep. 29th, 2010 at 6:32 PM
notemily: Photo of me, a white girl in her mid-20s, wearing glasses, smiling, looking up and to the right (damage may be severe)
Well, the kittens are back. Minus one.



My sweet little girl, Zippy, didn't make it. :(

She was the sickest. I knew that. But I wanted her to pull through so badly. She was full of purrs all the time, and always ready for cuddling. I'm glad I gave her lots of pets before she went.

They didn't tell me until they called to tell me to pick up the kittens. They were like "by the way, I don't want you to be surprised that there are only three." And this was on my break at work so then I had to work for a couple of hours all sad. I wish they had told me one of the four million times in the past two weeks that I called them to see how the kittens were doing.

The others are big, much bigger than before, and super energetic. They have the sneezes, but they're romping around my room like they never left. Albus, the shy guy, is kinda scared of me again. But I think he will warm up. He did before.

Part of me wonders if there's something I could have done differently. If I had only given her more water, or taken her back to the Humane Society earlier, or not given her a bath since that was probably a shock to her poor system. Or maybe they didn't give her enough love, or enough attention, at the Humane Society. But of course I have no idea what goes on behind the scenes at the HS, and I have no idea if I could have done anything to save her. Probably not. She was so tiny. But it still hurts to lose her. She was special to me, even though I only knew her for a couple of days.

I named her Zipporah, which means "bird." I guess in the end she just flew away.
notemily: (buffy - willow&tara sad)
Sigh. I missed the wedding ceremony. I felt so stupid, because I'm always late for everything but not usually THIS late, but everything just kept going wrong. I really should have started getting ready much earlier, but then the kittens didn't want to take their medication and kept hiding from me, and then I forgot the present and had to go back, and THEN when I finally got to the park, I couldn't find the wedding. There was no sign saying "wedding" or anything so I walked up and down the road, first in high heels and then in my bare feet, which wasn't really better because the asphalt was broiling hot. When I finally found them, it was over.

I felt really bad and went and hid in the basement of the building for a while, because I couldn't bear facing everybody and putting on a happy face, since I had just missed two of my favorite people getting married. But of course there were a lot of people I knew there and they kept coming up to me and asking what was wrong. (Nic: "You're here for the celebration, that's what's important." Art: "Don't worry, you're supposed to cry at weddings.") Benny was there and he talked to me about cats and I showed him kitten photos, and that helped me calm down enough that I could go out and join the reception.

The food was Middle Eastern, which I really appreciated because that meant I could eat a lot of it (no dairy). I had delicious rice/lentil mix and delicious chicken shish kebab. There was soft classical music playing throughout the dinner, but then at some point it changed to dance music. I wasn't sure whether we were allowed to dance or not since I thought the bride and groom had to do a first dance, but I asked Nathan and he said no, go dance. The wedding in general was like that--very laid back. What I saw of it anyway. :P

My feet were still in blistered agony from the walk, but I danced a lot anyway. Some of N&B's friends knew how to swing dance and other social dances, which is like Christmas for me, so I danced with one of them. He tried to teach me foxtrot and I sucked, and then we did a waltz which was a little better. I wanted to do East Coast with him but there were no more swing songs after that.

There was also less-formal dancing with adorable children. Kate's niece, Rose, was a really awesome dancer, making up her own moves and generally being fearless. Nathan's nieces were also there, as well as Kate's little cousin Lola (who will soon have twin siblings!), and everyone danced and had an awesome time. Kate's nephew Dillon sat there reading a book. They have raised him well.

A bunch of my parents' friends were there (Nathan's parents and my parents were friends since before we were born), so I had to do the whole "I'm still working at Shorewood library, my life is boring" thing a bunch of times, but now I can add "also I foster kittens from the Humane Society," so that was nice. Better than telling everyone I dropped out of grad school, anyway.

Nathan and Bridget finally did dance, to the Dixie Chicks' "Lullaby," which is a really sweet song, and they looked so happy. ♥.

the Lee siblings

  • Jul. 17th, 2010 at 9:51 PM
notemily: Photo of me, a white girl in her mid-20s, wearing glasses, smiling, looking up and to the right (twilight - smiles to herself)
The kittens are doing well! I'm still in the process of uploading my huge backlog of photos, but I'll get to the kitten ones as soon as I can. In the meantime there are these photos that my mom took on her iPhone. The calico girl is Ramona Lee, and the tabby-and-white boy is Oliver Lee. (I've decided to give them surnames a la the itty bitty kitty committee, even though I'm probably the only one who cares what they are.)

After sampling the kitty litter and then playing in it, they did eventually use the actual litter box for, uh, littering. There haven't been any accidents on that front. They are also eating and drinking regularly, which is GOOD because lack of appetite is one of the major warning signs listed in my fostering packet.

They hate taking their medicine (eye drops and this weird liquid antibiotic that smells like onions), but the good news is they are getting better. Ramona's URI was never too bad, but poor little Oliver came to me with audible congestion in his lungs, and his frequent sneezing fits sounded something like a duck quacking. Two days later, he's sneezing much less, there are no lung sounds anymore, and I'm pretty sure he's already less scrawny and more steady on his feet than he was when he arrived. He has a HUGE appetite, so hopefully he'll catch up to his sister in terms of size and hardiness soon enough. I wish I had a scale to weigh them. I'm so happy he's getting better.

I am a little worried about Ramona, though, because she's not very social with people. She's calm if you pick her up, but she never seems to seek out human affection, never purrs or wants to be petted. She's way more interested in chasing Oliver around. She seems to think my fingers are for eating, not for petting. Part of my job is to socialize them, but I'm not sure what to do if she just doesn't want to be social. I don't want to force petting on her, but they're six weeks old, and the first seven weeks are key for socialization. Then again, I have known kittens whose grown-up personalities were the exact opposite of their kitten personalities, so who knows.

The hardest part of all this is Hypatia. She HATES being shut out of the kitten room (my bedroom, where she likes to sleep), and she hates that I spend so much time in there. Kate has been giving her extra attention, but I don't know what to do tonight, because Kate is dog-sitting for her sister, so I have to decide whether to sleep in my own bed near the kittens or on the couch so Hypatia doesn't get lonely. The kittens would probably be fine without me, but I do like sleeping in my own bed.

Tomorrow is Nathan and Bridget's wedding! Yay! Mawwiage!

eta: Muskego? You fail, location detector.

labor party

  • Nov. 24th, 2009 at 12:52 AM
notemily: Photo of me, a white girl in her mid-20s, wearing glasses, smiling, looking up and to the right (hp - loony luna lovegood)
So I'm all excited about Deji's baby, right, so while waiting to hear about such things as her name and the birth process, I've been reading up on some of the pregnancy and birth websites that she linked to on her pregnancy blog. In doing so, I have finally found the answer to a question I always wondered about, which is: why, in old books and such, does somebody start boiling water as soon as a pregnant woman goes into labor?

When I was a kid, I assumed it was for sterilizing... something; I wasn't too clear on the particulars of birth. (I mean, I knew the basics, but the actual experience was a Big Mystery.) But apparently, it's to make hot compresses to apply to the laboring woman's perineum (the skin at the bottom of the vaginal opening), to help it stretch to accommodate the baby's head, which would both make labor more comfortable and help prevent perineal tearing. ***The more you know***

Actually, reading the websites and (especially) Deji's blog, has helped lessen some of my fears about being pregnant and having babies. I didn't know, for example, that the transition stage (between contractions and actively pushing) is when many women feel like they can't take the pain, or they want to give up, or they can't go on. This stage only lasts for about half an hour, but for some reason it's the part you always see on TV. (Ha, silly woman! She thought she could make it through labor without painkillers, and now she's begging for something to stop the pain! High-larious.) So it makes it seem like all laboring women feel helpless and in unbearable pain, when that's not an accurate picture of the whole experience. Also, I sort of knew this, but the lying-on-your-back position is apparently the least comfortable position to labor in. Thanks hospitals.

More knowledge about something always makes me feel more equipped to handle it. It seems to me like the scariest part of labor wouldn't be the pain, but the experience of being out of control, if the doctors and nurses are ignoring your birth plan or not telling you what's going on. That part really got to me in Knocked Up, when she can't give birth according to her plan because her doctor is out of town. I think it's important to have an advocate there, someone who knows what you want and will do everything possible to make sure things are done according to your wishes, even if something goes wrong. Deji's birth plan illustrated some of the many things the hospital might do without permission unless you specifically state you don't want them. I didn't know about most of that stuff.

But I guess Deji didn't have to worry about that, because she gave birth by herself. No doctors, no midwife, no husband. The woman is hardcore.

She made a person! How awesome is that?

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