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Ruth

“Just like that woman on Little Angels!”

posted on Sunday, January 30, 2005 by Ruth in [Daisy]
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Lately, we’ve had to take the bull by the horns regarding getting Daisy to go to sleep by herself. To some extent, she forced my hand, by being ridiculously needy for an entire evening. She had come to the conclusion that the best way to sleep is in Daddy’s arms, and that any other way of sleeping should be resisted fiercely. Well, sorry, little girl, but life ain’t like that. The only way we were going to get any sleep THAT night, never mind any subsequent ones, was to be a little bit harsh. And very determined. As I said to Kevin, if we don’t have more will-power than our four-month-old, then we are lost, and lost forever.

So I did it. I sat with her while she screamed and screamed and screamed. I put my hand on her chest, so that she knew she wasn’t abandoned (I don’t know if that made her feel any better at all, actually, but it made me feel less evil), and I waited. It was half past eleven. For twenty minutes she screamed unremittingly. Then she continued to cry, but with less intensity for a further twenty minutes, during which time she started to introduce pauses. The crying got shorter, and the pauses got longer, and at ten past midnight, she looked with a sudden burst of interest at the cot toys on one side of her, then sighed, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Having done it once, I knew we had to keep doing it. The time had come to teach her to lie down and go to sleep, like the rest of us. So the next night, we did it again, but at seven-thirty, rather than at midnight. It still took forty minutes, but she was less overwrought to start with, and therefore less intense.

On the third night, the Friday, it only took twenty. By Monday or Tuesday, she was crying for a minute or two, and just lying there for about five, before falling asleep. What I’m telling you, is that it’s working a charm. She’s learning how to do it.

Recent developments are that I’m no longer sitting with my hand on her. Last night, she took twenty minutes to settle, but I really think she wasn’t that tired. In any case, she didn’t cry at all, and I didn’t touch her, I just sat in view. I reckon that by the end of the week, I’ll be walking out of the room while she’s still awake, turning the light off and leaving her to it.

It’s so liberating! Suddenly, bed time only take thirty minutes, including her bath and her feed. Plus, since we’re not desperately trying to avoid her waking up when we put her in the cot, we no longer have to faff about with hot water bottles, and making sure lying down isn’t a shock to her. I just put her down, and wait for her body heat to warm the bed for her.

My sister is ever so proud - she told my mum that we’re doing it exactly right, like the woman on Little Angels says…

Ruth

All about Daisy’s bump

posted on Sunday, January 30, 2005 by Ruth in [Daisy]
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I’ve almost (but not quite) stopped reliving it, now. She’s fine, and we’re… recovering.

I was in the kitchen, defrosting ice cubes of pear or apple or some such thing, for her tea. Suddenly, Kevin started shrieking my name, as if I was supposed to get from the kitchen to the bottom of the stairs (which is the full length of the house) in time to stop her hitting the floor. By the time I DID get there, he already had Daisy in his arms, and was shouting “I dropped her, I dropped her”.

My heart did stand still, but I very calmly (unnaturally calmly) took her from him (she was SCREAMING, which I took to be a good sign), and started to try and look for damage. She was sufficiently upset that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to tell if I prodded a sore bit, but her limbs all seemed to be intact, and the only visible damage was a small mark on her forehead.

I decided that I needed a description of how she had landed, to give me a sense of where to look for damage, but it took me a while to get any sense out of Kevin. He was hanging over the arm of the sofa in the morning room (he said later that his legs had given way, and was fighting to urge to throw up with the shock), not really crying so much as wailing. I put my best Girl Guide Taking Control voice on, and said “Kevin, I need you to get up off the floor, and sit down on the sofa, and tell me what happened.”

“I dropped her!” he said.

“Yes, I gathered that bit. Tell me where she landed.”

“At the bottom of the stairs!” he wailed. “I slipped backwards, and I let go of her, I can’t believe I let go of her!”

“Yes, but what did she hit?” I asked him, wondering if he was always this thick, or just when it seemed to matter more.

“Every stair! She must have hit about five of them!”

I was starting to lose my temper - the baby was screaming, and I couldn’t work out how to tell if she was badly hurt, because I couldn’t get any sense out of Kevin.

“No - where on HER, Kevin, I’m trying to work out where to look for damage, on HER!”

It seems, when he’d finally understood what I was asking, that she’d rolled rather than bounced, and landed at the bottom on her face. The only mark I could find was the one bump on her forehead, and it had to be said that she didn’t seem seriously hurt, just very, very upset. Frightened, probably.

We debated taking her to Alder Hey, but decided that we should bring in a first aider to help us decide if it was necessary. So we rang Tess, who’s done a first aid course fairly recently, as part of her foster parent training, and she scurried round to inspect our baby for us.

Tess made us feel a lot better. She’s a pretty reassuring sort of person at the best of times, and she had a good look at Daisy, and pointed out that her pupils were behaving in the expected way, and in sync with each other, she was still alert, she wasn’t being sick, and so there was very little to suggest any concussion.

It was only once she’d left that we got all paranoid again, and decided to take her to see someone anyway. I rang the GP’s surgery, which was just closing, and they told me to take her to the Smithdown Road Minor Injury Centre for Children, which is an extraordinary service that amazes me that it’s still open. It’s fab, though - we were the only patients, and apparently, it’s a useful fast-track to Alder Hey, because if they can’t deal with you, they’ll send you across in an ambulance, which is a way to get seen much more quickly when you get there. Basically, though, the only thing they don’t do is admit you - cuts, bruises, straight-forward breaks, anything that they deal with then send you home, they can do there.

We arrived ten minutes before they closed, and a nice male nurse saw us, and basically said the same thing as Tess had. No evidence of concussion, no evidence of damage to her skull, just a bit of a graze, and couple of facial bruises starting to appear. He gave us a “Head Injuries” leaflet, and sent us home.

So, we came home, gave Daisy her bath, put her to bed, turned the baby monitor RIGHT up (it picks up her breathing on the top setting), and sat downstairs and looked at each other.

At that point I burst into tears. I’d been really good, up till then. It was just the thought of losing her, it was too overwhelming.

Kevin said he wished I’d shout at him, coz me being nice, and telling him it was an accident, and that I knew he would never have done it on purpose, only made him feel worse. Frankly, he was falling apart as it was, and I needed him to get his act together, not to collapse even further.

We left the lamp on, so we could easily check her for evidence of vomiting, and so we could prod her periodically, and make sure that she moved and whimpered in her sleep. About fifteen minutes after we’d gone to bed, I also decided we should sleep at the other end, so I could look straight into the crib at her. I got about six hours sleep that night; Kevin got about three.

The thing is, she’s fine. The event is already starting to pale away into the obligatory “dropped baby” story - everyone seems to have one. But I was so, so scared that she might go to sleep and not wake up. I love her so much.

It’s given me a new sense of what it cost God to see Jesus crucified, though. And, come to that, what it cost Mary.

Kevin

No more moonlighting

posted on Thursday, January 27, 2005 by Kevin in [Insight, Nerdy, Work]
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Being in IT it happens, a friend of a friend, knows this man whose uncle needs a few computers fixing in his work, and before you know it you are walking around trying to fix some ancient network together with software for something you never knew needed it, that has been running for 10 years, held together by the fact, that the IP address of the server is prime.

well I’m not doing it anymore, you see just before Daisy was due, I did make a mistake and I got myself into one of these situations, and almost straight away regretted it. Had it been a week later I would have backed out too, but once I’ve touched the computers I feel a moral obligation to leave the whole system in a working state, so much procrastination and returning of hardware later.

I think we reached that point today. I’m going to give them a document, telling them how there network now works, and then I am walking away, I have much better ways to spend my time, and besides, I have a job, it pays bloomin well, and this kind of fiend of a friend lark gets in the way of not just that, but my family, and that’s not on.

At one point I thought I could go down the small business, computer consultantcy root, but my lack of drive, coupled with my desire to have weekends meant it never really happened, and now I am glad, because the reality is, these people are so hard to work with, and they don’t know what they want.

a typical thing would be upgrading a server, which runs most if not all of a companies critical software, now being though I ask them what is on the server, what is really really important that they need to work, and where is it. And then because I know they won’t answer everything I ask them five times again during the day, and yet you will always get to the end and someone will say,

“we just need to make sure X works, or the payroll/checks won’t get paid”.

It’s at this point I usually go beetroot, if it was me, (and I know this probably says why I don’t run a company) I would make sure I could pay my staff/suppliers before anything, I mean you can live without a spreadsheet, if you have to, but just how long do businesses survive when they aren’t paying people ?

It’s these types of incidents that make the whole thing just not worth it, it’s to much stress, and to little rewards, I think I will spend the time, writing software, and trying to convince people that’s the bit of string they need to hold there company together.

Kevin

Daisy’s first ‘bump’

posted on Thursday, January 27, 2005 by Kevin in [Daisy]
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We’re calling it a bump, because well that’s what is was, and besides I want to play down the drama, and guilt I have after it happened.

Yesterday, at around 5:30pm I slipped on the lower part of the stairs, which in it’s self isn’t to bad, except, you’ve guessed it, I was carrying Dasiy. Now it all happened very fast, but the aches and pains in my arms and legs would suggest I tried my best not to drop her, but I did.

I think my elbow, landed on the step, and jarred me, as to make daisy fall out, and roll down the last few steps, yes, it was horrible. After watching daisy roll down about three steps and land face down at the bottom of the stairs, we had a crying baby, and an hysterical me (I did indeed lose it for a bit).

In true hich-hikers guide style, not to worry anybody, it should be pointed out at this point, that the outcome of this story, is a healthy Daisy.

Being first time parents, (or indeed parents who had just had there baby dropped down the stairs), we where a bit worried at this point, but as Daisy was hysterical, rather than floppy, we phoned our friend Tess to come and have a look, who said she looked OK, and then we took Daisy to the Minor injuries clinic who also said she was ok, so then we stayed awake almost all night checking breathing, and poking an otherwise perfectly contented sleeping baby.

today, daisy is fine, she probably can’t even remember what happened, and she has a couple of little bruises, but nothing that won’t be gone by the end of the week. I however am still a bit traumatized, and have vowed never to take my shoes off when I get home ( think I slipped on the back of my pants, how pathetic) .

It’s things like this, that make you realize how attached you have become, and how depended they are on you, and how, you can make a complete fool of yourself by simply not looking where you are going.

Kevin

Daisy Piccies

posted on Monday, January 24, 2005 by Kevin in [Daisy, Piccies]
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It’s been a while, and I know most of you don’t want to listen to us prattle on about food, and sleep, you just want to see baby piccies.

so with out much more of a ramble, her are some more recent photies of daisy, looking particularly cute if I do say so my self, (have you spotted ? I’ve turned into quite the proud farther)


Daisy looking up, there is always something interesting the other way.


As you can see, Daisy likes to stick things in her mouth, and although this thing
is huge she does like it.

Kevin

More food

posted on Monday, January 24, 2005 by Kevin in [Daisy]
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Daisy has picked up on this solid food lark real quick. Almost from the off, she has been reaching for the spoon, and we are having trouble keeping up.

After much searching and reading, we found that the Contented Little baby book while no doubt being one of the scariest baby books on the market, does tell you in much more detail how to do the introduction of solid foods which is always good if you are unsure.

The book ‘recommends’ (I say recommends but it is more like tires to enforce) increasing the food a little every three days, but daisy, wants more than that, after her two feeds on Saturday she was crying when it all ran out, so we gave her two cubes* of parsnip on Sunday instead of the one the book said. And she still cried when it ran out, although nowhere near as much.

Today we move on, and daisy is going to start to devour the sweet potato mountain that is in our freezer. So far we have managed to hold it together, and we have quite a supply of frozen cubes of food, from apple, to turnip, and everything we have given her, Daisy has loved, with the exception of one day when she took a dislike to some carrot, but we think that has more to do with being too hungry, than with the carrot.

*all the food is in cubes, when you start feeding you have two basic options, buy it ready made or make it yourself. Daisy being our first means we are organized, and new parent obsessed enough to make her food and then freeze them, so we just have piles of frozen pur?ed food in our freezer.

Kevin

Daisy and sleep,

posted on Thursday, January 20, 2005 by Kevin in [Daisy]
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I think today may just be the day we start down the hopefully not to long road of getting Daisy to go to sleep better.

Daisy has always been a good sleeper, sleeping thought the night from almost the first week, and this is great, you can put up with an awful lot from a noughty baby during the day, if you are confident that they are going to sleep through, but the one thing Daisy hasn’t been is a good going to sleep baby.

The early tactics, where calm environment, last feed in the chair in the bedroom, and put down from there, usually this meant that daisy fell asleep feeding, which yes wasn’t a good trend, but that didn’t seem to be a problem, because after a while we progressed to feed, followed by Kevin walking around for about five minutes, causing her to nod off. We knew this wasn’t going to be a tenable position for ever (she is already very heavy), but hey we had a newborn baby that slept through, and only took around 30 minutes to get to sleep, so we weren’t complaining.

The problems have been brewing for the last couple of weeks, daisy going to sleep has been much more of a hit and miss thing, than it use to be. Most of this is down to food, which we have now started to give her, but also, I think she has started to become aware much more of us.

tonight we seem to have reached an impasse, we’ve tried 5 times tonight to get daisy to sleep, 3 times she has been asleep enough for us to leave the room, but not for long, the last attempt sealed her fate for the future. I was holding Daisy asleep in my arms, and every time I lowered her into the crib, she started to cry, If I raise her back out, she falls asleep again, and as Ruth just said, “we need to start making this work for us”.

Ruth is currently sitting next to Daisy with her hand lightly on her chest. Daisy for her part is screaming, although I think she is starting to calm down. It’s now a battle of wills, what we are hoping to achieve is a Baby who can actually go off to sleep by herself. She is more than capable, because she does go back off if she wakes up in the middle of the night.

update: Well that did eventually work, it took around an hour, but Daisy went asleep, hopefully tomorrow will be better because we will be starting this at bed time, and not the middle of the night.