today Rory and I are having so much fun! We are playing and just having a blast! I can't believe she is walking so well! It has been building up but yesterday she began walking on her own- I was astonished and could not have been prouder. Today she is walking even more and her confidence is building. I want to cry every time I see her smile in excitement that she walked herself. I honestly wasn't sure when she would start walking and the doctors even thought it would be delayed but she has taken off without any issues at all! She amazes me every day and I am so lucky she is my daughter!
We have been learning so much today- we are working on more signs. I have been wanting to make a sign chart with all the signs she knows and all the ones we are working on, but we will have to save that for a later day where we have more time. We have been trying to learn more signs with her bear and i think that is helping. She is just picking up sign language like she has learned it in the womb! Shes such a smart girl. Right now we are working on mommy, daddy, and bear. I have a feeling she will pick them up soon too!
We went to the bed and jumped on it for a while and sang "3 little monkeys" she loved it, and kept wanting more! We chased each other around the house, played with bear bear, and walked outside with the dogs. It is so neat to go outside with her and see her sign "tree" and "dog".
We also got a new doctor, who was fabulous- I hope he will help Rory with all of her skin issues. Its so nice to just see one doctor instead of several who don't really seem to care what they are doing. Its nap time now so I am going to go clean!
could not of asked for a better day with my girl!
Well Monday was another exciting adventure in Nauss land. I went to Portsmouth to see dermatology for the mole on my face. I took Rory with me because I figured it would be a "no big deal, come back later and we can remove it" type of appointment. Instead they decided to remove t today, baby in my arms and all. They had to numb me first which I welcomed. I got the first injection and it burnt like hell- they warned me it would burn a little but it burned a lot! Then he nurse poked me with the needle and asked if I felt anything and I did- so more injections came my way. It was strange because after the poke of the needle and the burning of whatever they were injecting me with, I could feel my face swell up- it felt like he was putting a water balloon in my face. I was holding Rory and she kept looking at us in the mirror- she would look and laugh, she's such a good baby!
The dermatologist came in and it was removal time. I put videos of Rory on my phone so she could watch and then before I knew it, the mole was removed and the bandages were on. We got our gear and left. On the way to the elevator I noticed blood all over my neck like I had been on true blood- I couldn't feel it because of the anesthesia! I had to get towels to put over the bandaid on my face. Within minutes they were completely saturated with blood!
It was a hard day for Rory too! She hates car rides so it was hard for her to drive down there! It's so hard for me to go places with her because I feel so bad when she screams in the car and wants out of her car seat. She was great at the doctors office- we walked all around the hospital and waved to people! I wanted to take her home right away but have been trying hard to get her to see one pediatrician only because of her extremely sensitive skin and leg issues, so we met with a lady to get the paperwork rolling for that. It was a long day!
Poor Rory didn't want to nap! She slept for about 10-15 min in the car and she didn't want to sleep normal naptime. I had to pump so I put her in her crib and she fussed :(. She was fussy the whole rest of the day too. I had to pull out all the mom tricks with new things to get her mind off fussing. I got out her hat, gloves, coat, and sunglasses and we played with them. She has this fleece coat we put on and the look on her face made my day. She loved the soft feeling and kept touching the soft coat. She's just the sweetest girl! She also hasn't been eating much, which leads me to believe she's teething, so I made her pumpkin apple bread- she liked the first few bites but then decided not to eat again :(. If anyone has any tips let me know!
The dermatologist came in and it was removal time. I put videos of Rory on my phone so she could watch and then before I knew it, the mole was removed and the bandages were on. We got our gear and left. On the way to the elevator I noticed blood all over my neck like I had been on true blood- I couldn't feel it because of the anesthesia! I had to get towels to put over the bandaid on my face. Within minutes they were completely saturated with blood!
It was a hard day for Rory too! She hates car rides so it was hard for her to drive down there! It's so hard for me to go places with her because I feel so bad when she screams in the car and wants out of her car seat. She was great at the doctors office- we walked all around the hospital and waved to people! I wanted to take her home right away but have been trying hard to get her to see one pediatrician only because of her extremely sensitive skin and leg issues, so we met with a lady to get the paperwork rolling for that. It was a long day!
Poor Rory didn't want to nap! She slept for about 10-15 min in the car and she didn't want to sleep normal naptime. I had to pump so I put her in her crib and she fussed :(. She was fussy the whole rest of the day too. I had to pull out all the mom tricks with new things to get her mind off fussing. I got out her hat, gloves, coat, and sunglasses and we played with them. She has this fleece coat we put on and the look on her face made my day. She loved the soft feeling and kept touching the soft coat. She's just the sweetest girl! She also hasn't been eating much, which leads me to believe she's teething, so I made her pumpkin apple bread- she liked the first few bites but then decided not to eat again :(. If anyone has any tips let me know!
Friday, August 19, 2011
So much has been going on- hence the gap in posts. I knew my post everyday wouldn't work out as planned, but that's ok. This week has been full of playdates, gym, appointments and errands. It's been crazy and I feel bad because I haven't been giving Rory the one on one attention she deserves :(. But Daddy keeps telling me one week of crazy won't scar her or hinder her development. I know that- but it's still hard for me!
Tuesday was a big day for us because we were evaluated for an in-home physical therapy program. Of course the night before and day of I was extremely nervous. It's a good thing this was my week off from working out because I spent the whole morning cleaning. Of course the meeting was not nearly as scary as I had hoped. There was our case manager who is really sweet, the physical therapist and a behavior specialist.
Of course it wouldn't be a trip to our house if the animals didn't misbehave- it got quiet at one point and we heard a strange noise of my cat Sid fighting with one of their shoes. Not five minutes later, Sid was up for round two, only this time he was getting into a bag! He lost both rounds, and I gave him a good swat on the tail.
He great news is that Rory is doing 120%!!! She is extremely smart and advanced for her age! For being 11 months they were in awe of how many signs she knows- it was very reassuring for me as a mother since I have no clue what I'm doing and don't have my mom down here to help. They said even with her shoe she is walking better than most babies her age!
We are getting a therapist in the house to help rory walking without her shoe and especially after her first surgery. The therapist could not be nicer and I am eager to have her help Rory out. We came up with some goals for Rory to work towards and they all scared me. They were for her to be walking by herself, to walk without her shoe and not fall, to walk over different elevations by herself, and to walk up the stairs by herself carrying a toy.
It really scared me that these are what is to come in the next six months. It scared me even more when they said these goals could be delayed because of her surgery at 18 months.
I waited till they all left and just wanted to cry- but didn't since Rory would be up soon from her nap, but the thought of her in surgery makes my whole body numb with pain.
I have so much going on with company coming two weekends in a row, a birthday party to plan and get ready for, a mole to be removed from my face, getting insurance moved around so Rory can have a decent doctor instead of the terrible doctors she has now, and the normal duties of cooking, cleaning, pumping, and being a mom. I don't need to worry about surgeries...but of course i will be losing sleep tonight thinking of them.
I'll finish up on the week tomorrow...
Tuesday was a big day for us because we were evaluated for an in-home physical therapy program. Of course the night before and day of I was extremely nervous. It's a good thing this was my week off from working out because I spent the whole morning cleaning. Of course the meeting was not nearly as scary as I had hoped. There was our case manager who is really sweet, the physical therapist and a behavior specialist.
Of course it wouldn't be a trip to our house if the animals didn't misbehave- it got quiet at one point and we heard a strange noise of my cat Sid fighting with one of their shoes. Not five minutes later, Sid was up for round two, only this time he was getting into a bag! He lost both rounds, and I gave him a good swat on the tail.
He great news is that Rory is doing 120%!!! She is extremely smart and advanced for her age! For being 11 months they were in awe of how many signs she knows- it was very reassuring for me as a mother since I have no clue what I'm doing and don't have my mom down here to help. They said even with her shoe she is walking better than most babies her age!
We are getting a therapist in the house to help rory walking without her shoe and especially after her first surgery. The therapist could not be nicer and I am eager to have her help Rory out. We came up with some goals for Rory to work towards and they all scared me. They were for her to be walking by herself, to walk without her shoe and not fall, to walk over different elevations by herself, and to walk up the stairs by herself carrying a toy.
It really scared me that these are what is to come in the next six months. It scared me even more when they said these goals could be delayed because of her surgery at 18 months.
I waited till they all left and just wanted to cry- but didn't since Rory would be up soon from her nap, but the thought of her in surgery makes my whole body numb with pain.
I have so much going on with company coming two weekends in a row, a birthday party to plan and get ready for, a mole to be removed from my face, getting insurance moved around so Rory can have a decent doctor instead of the terrible doctors she has now, and the normal duties of cooking, cleaning, pumping, and being a mom. I don't need to worry about surgeries...but of course i will be losing sleep tonight thinking of them.
I'll finish up on the week tomorrow...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Because my back has been bothering me jon has stressed that I need to take time off from working out to heal (I feel disgusting and terrible I'm dying to just go running right now but figured I'd give it a day). Anyway: since I didn't work out I decided to work on Rorys party this morning!
I went through all the thousands of photos I have of her to make Her a birthday book of each month with her pictures and what we did.
I was almost brought to tears looking at how small she was and I ended up not working on the book and watching videos of her first laugh and her cooing noises!
When did she have time to get this big!
And when did she decide to wake up 15 min early!!! No shower for mommy till next nap!
I went through all the thousands of photos I have of her to make Her a birthday book of each month with her pictures and what we did.
I was almost brought to tears looking at how small she was and I ended up not working on the book and watching videos of her first laugh and her cooing noises!
When did she have time to get this big!
And when did she decide to wake up 15 min early!!! No shower for mommy till next nap!
Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, I participated in the 2011 Mud run which should be called the 2011 Sand Run! We woke up early, packed up the car and went to the race to get chipped and ready. We had to wake up Rory at 6:30am instead of her normal 7am, which really bothered me- I hate breaking her routine up, but Jon assured me that it was only one day and she would be ok.
My uncertainty with Rory intensified when we got to the race, she was really out of it and just wanted to be held. She didn't want to walk or do anything but be extremely quiet and be held. This behavior may be normal for most children, but not my little Rory, she always is up for walking and making sweet noises. I was worried how she would react with daddy in a strange place away from her familiar toys and high chair. I almost pined the number on my Jon and said "Good luck Daddy, you will be the fastest women in the age group of 25-30." Race time came, and I didn't want to leave her.
The past two weeks were extremely hard for me exercise wise. My poor posture in being pregnant and holding Rory has given me intense back spasms. I finally began running nice and slow the first few days before the race and that led to the spasms returning. I really wanted to run the race because I had never done anything like this before; however, was frightened that my back would start to spasm and I would finish right before the fat 80 year old man completely letting down my husband and daughter.
The run was an 8k race with several obstacles, including tall sand dunes, walking in high water, mud pits, tunnels, a small wall and lots and lots of sand. It was a lot of fun; however, I didn't expect there to be so much sand! We started out on the beach, and I was shocked to see how many people chose not to go over the large hills! So many people ran around them in the hard sand, which will give you a better time, but why would you sign up for a race like this if you didn't want to partake in all of the obstacles.
This race was my first time running in the loose sand and it was very difficult!
We left the beach, went and went into some water, it wasn't too high on most people but it was up to my chest! you had to wait in line for this obstacle because there were so many people at the race, 2700 to be exact! We got a bit of a sand break by running through some woods, but only for a bit and then we were right back in the godforsaken loose sand again.
The best thing happened, not only did we begin running on packed sand which led to concrete but that was where i first saw my cheering squad, Jon and Rory! Perhaps it was because we were out of the sand, or perhaps my excitement of seeing my husband and daughter kicked in, but I felt like springs were on the bottom of my shoes and I could run for hours. Jon saw me and was taking pictures, he ran with me for a few yards and i was talking to Rory but she didn't look at me. It was time to pass a few people and go up the hill.
I wish I would have known the course better because I totally would have pushed it harder being off the sand, but instead I ran a little bit faster but not too much, Id save my sprinting for the end of the race.....Little did i know that the sand traps had only began and the rest of the race would be covered in sand! Seeing daddy and baby was just what i needed to keep on going.
After running through the field we finally entered the first mud pit. it smelled like a giant fart and I kept wondering if some of the people ahead of me were farting of if the mud really smelled that bad. I walked fast in the mud because I was afraid of falling and twisting my ankle. More importantly I kept telling myself to keep my mouth closed!
out of the Mud....back into the sand!
Run...run...Run....I hate cursing in front of children so I don't do it in front of Rory, but believe you me....I wanted to call the sand a few four letter words!
I didn't see Daddy and Rory for a while and the sand was really kicking my butt. I tried to find the sand that had any kind of grass or reed growth on it because i knew it may be harder sand than the loose sand, but by this time it didn't matter, the sand was winning this race and I was just playing by its rules. Surprisingly, my back was one part of my body that the sand wasn't trying to hurt!
There were people walking, throwing up, and just stopping now. The sand had won. I kept thinking that if I stopped running it would just be harder, and the thought of finishing fast to make sure Rory's schedule wasn't too interrupted kept me going. I thought of Rory's leg and if she would be able to do this some day. It kept me going until I heard "Your doing great, Mama!"
It was Jon and Rory again, and those springs came back in my wet muddy shoes and I moved a bit quicker (as quick as the damn sand would let me). I knew now I was close to the finish line. Again, hearing and seeing them was just what I needed
By this time my calves were getting pretty tired, but the screams at the finish line were a quick fix to get them moving. One last big mud pit intact with ropes so you could would have to dive in it...unless of course you are 5'1 and could just bend over.
"Keep your mouth closed or the nasty fart mud will get in your mouth."
we now had one huge muddy hill to go up, it too was extremely crowded and you had to wait behind people, but once I was down it was on....I was off. Daddy and Rory were there and ran with me while daddy was shooting pictures. It was strange, there wasn't many people ahead of me, and I couldn't hear many people behind me.
I crossed the finish line and looked for daddy and Rory....I couldn't wait to hold my girl again, I had to find a towel and fast to get all this mud and sand off. I spotted then and sprinted over to them.
I had finished- and not too shabby too! I was third in my age group- 47:11 and for not training, never running in sand, and having back issues I'll take it. Results are in!
I couldn't have done it without my support group of daddy and Rory. It really meant so much to me to have them there. For Jon to take his Saturday morning to wait 47 minutes for me to run and for Rory to break her routine and be in a strange place with strange people, it meant so much to me that I am having a hard time putting it into words. Rory is my inspiration for doing everything anymore, she keeps me on my toes in more ways than one, and it doesn't hurt that shes the cutest thing in the world. Not many people know what it is like to have a good husband, and luckily, I have a great one.
The best part of the race: seeing Rory drink out of a water bottle herself, giving Jon one of my ice cold beers at 9am, and sharing a banana with Rory.
more pics of the mud run
My uncertainty with Rory intensified when we got to the race, she was really out of it and just wanted to be held. She didn't want to walk or do anything but be extremely quiet and be held. This behavior may be normal for most children, but not my little Rory, she always is up for walking and making sweet noises. I was worried how she would react with daddy in a strange place away from her familiar toys and high chair. I almost pined the number on my Jon and said "Good luck Daddy, you will be the fastest women in the age group of 25-30." Race time came, and I didn't want to leave her.
The past two weeks were extremely hard for me exercise wise. My poor posture in being pregnant and holding Rory has given me intense back spasms. I finally began running nice and slow the first few days before the race and that led to the spasms returning. I really wanted to run the race because I had never done anything like this before; however, was frightened that my back would start to spasm and I would finish right before the fat 80 year old man completely letting down my husband and daughter.
The run was an 8k race with several obstacles, including tall sand dunes, walking in high water, mud pits, tunnels, a small wall and lots and lots of sand. It was a lot of fun; however, I didn't expect there to be so much sand! We started out on the beach, and I was shocked to see how many people chose not to go over the large hills! So many people ran around them in the hard sand, which will give you a better time, but why would you sign up for a race like this if you didn't want to partake in all of the obstacles.
This race was my first time running in the loose sand and it was very difficult!
We left the beach, went and went into some water, it wasn't too high on most people but it was up to my chest! you had to wait in line for this obstacle because there were so many people at the race, 2700 to be exact! We got a bit of a sand break by running through some woods, but only for a bit and then we were right back in the godforsaken loose sand again.
The best thing happened, not only did we begin running on packed sand which led to concrete but that was where i first saw my cheering squad, Jon and Rory! Perhaps it was because we were out of the sand, or perhaps my excitement of seeing my husband and daughter kicked in, but I felt like springs were on the bottom of my shoes and I could run for hours. Jon saw me and was taking pictures, he ran with me for a few yards and i was talking to Rory but she didn't look at me. It was time to pass a few people and go up the hill.
I wish I would have known the course better because I totally would have pushed it harder being off the sand, but instead I ran a little bit faster but not too much, Id save my sprinting for the end of the race.....Little did i know that the sand traps had only began and the rest of the race would be covered in sand! Seeing daddy and baby was just what i needed to keep on going.
After running through the field we finally entered the first mud pit. it smelled like a giant fart and I kept wondering if some of the people ahead of me were farting of if the mud really smelled that bad. I walked fast in the mud because I was afraid of falling and twisting my ankle. More importantly I kept telling myself to keep my mouth closed!
out of the Mud....back into the sand!
Run...run...Run....I hate cursing in front of children so I don't do it in front of Rory, but believe you me....I wanted to call the sand a few four letter words!
I didn't see Daddy and Rory for a while and the sand was really kicking my butt. I tried to find the sand that had any kind of grass or reed growth on it because i knew it may be harder sand than the loose sand, but by this time it didn't matter, the sand was winning this race and I was just playing by its rules. Surprisingly, my back was one part of my body that the sand wasn't trying to hurt!
There were people walking, throwing up, and just stopping now. The sand had won. I kept thinking that if I stopped running it would just be harder, and the thought of finishing fast to make sure Rory's schedule wasn't too interrupted kept me going. I thought of Rory's leg and if she would be able to do this some day. It kept me going until I heard "Your doing great, Mama!"
It was Jon and Rory again, and those springs came back in my wet muddy shoes and I moved a bit quicker (as quick as the damn sand would let me). I knew now I was close to the finish line. Again, hearing and seeing them was just what I needed
By this time my calves were getting pretty tired, but the screams at the finish line were a quick fix to get them moving. One last big mud pit intact with ropes so you could would have to dive in it...unless of course you are 5'1 and could just bend over.
"Keep your mouth closed or the nasty fart mud will get in your mouth."
we now had one huge muddy hill to go up, it too was extremely crowded and you had to wait behind people, but once I was down it was on....I was off. Daddy and Rory were there and ran with me while daddy was shooting pictures. It was strange, there wasn't many people ahead of me, and I couldn't hear many people behind me.
I had finished- and not too shabby too! I was third in my age group- 47:11 and for not training, never running in sand, and having back issues I'll take it. Results are in!
I couldn't have done it without my support group of daddy and Rory. It really meant so much to me to have them there. For Jon to take his Saturday morning to wait 47 minutes for me to run and for Rory to break her routine and be in a strange place with strange people, it meant so much to me that I am having a hard time putting it into words. Rory is my inspiration for doing everything anymore, she keeps me on my toes in more ways than one, and it doesn't hurt that shes the cutest thing in the world. Not many people know what it is like to have a good husband, and luckily, I have a great one.
The best part of the race: seeing Rory drink out of a water bottle herself, giving Jon one of my ice cold beers at 9am, and sharing a banana with Rory.
more pics of the mud run