The 3 Faces of Eve

True tales of a girl, a guy, and 3 more girls

Friday, December 30, 2005

The Further Adventures of Piper, the Happy Unicorn

The other night, Robb, Piper and I went to a new pool. This was no ordinary little swimming pool, it had a WAVE POOL, a RIVER RIDE, and a KIDDIE POOL full of toys and KIDS! If you note how happy Piper is in the bath, you will glimpse a small peek of how ecstatically thrilled she is in a whole POOL of water. She has always been a fish baby. Here are a few pics of her doing her favorite activities.

SWIMMING/BATHING


KISSING


COLOURING


HANGING OUT WITH FRIENDS


BACKPACKING/READING


Her other interests also include eating, putting food in her hair, taking things apart, and messing up the house.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Heeeeeeee heeeeeee hoooooooooooooo!

Lately, I've been thinking about how glad I am to be a woman living in 2005, rather than 50 or 100 years ago- if only for the child birthing options and medical technology we enjoy today. I've spoken with my mom, mother-in-law, and other mothers of their generation about their birthing experiences, and we have come a LONG way, baby. I don't know if I would have survived what they had to go through to bring babies into this world, bless their brave, tolerant, field-crouching hearts.

My mom gave birth in a brutal military hospital/torture chamber that seemed to be staffed by the minions of hell, wearing white uniforms. She had my sister and I via caesarian sections, and was knocked out cold for about 4 days each time. She was kept completely unconscious, unable to meet her babies, unable to speak, walk, or be a mommy to her babies. When she awoke, her entire arms were black and blue from God-knows-what kind of shots they were giving her to keep her in the virtual coma. If she had tried to stand and walk during that time, I'm quite sure they would have hobbled her like that poor sucker in "Misery". And you should SEE the c-section scar she has. It is a puckered vertical line that looks like it was cut with a plastic knife from McDonalds. (My c-section "scar" is invisible.) Also- she was given the impression by the nurses that she would not be able to breastfeed, since she'd had a c-section. HUH???? I breastfed for 14 months after mine. I believe they kept her in the hospital for a few weeks, which was probably how long it took to recover from the barbaric treatment she'd gotten there.

My mother-in-law has told me some stories of strange things that had happened to her as well. With one of her 3 babies, she must have had placenta previa, which was not detected in advance back then, as they didn't have the ultrasound technology we have today. So when she went into labour, there was MUCH BLEEDING, which we now know is very dangerous and possibly life threatening for a mom and baby. After she'd had one of her babies, they wrapped her chest tightly in bandages for several days, as she was not planning on breastfeeding, as apparently, they were "helping" her milk to not come in.. or something. Another friend of hers had a spinal tap in preparation for her c-section. She was told that her spinal fluid had leaked out, so she was bound to her bed in the hospital for 10 days, like a violent mental patient, unable to move, while her body replenished its spinal fluid. At least, that is what she was told- who KNOWS what the hell was really happening or why. All I know is that I am VERY grateful that I don't ever have to be treated like Frankenstein the way those women were.

I know that things are not perfect today, but at least we as women have more CHOICES. We are even encouraged to have a birthing plan, (even though we can't always control exactly how things will happen.) We are educated about what our options are, and information is more readily available for us regarding childbirth methods, pain relief options, c-sections, nutrition, developmental abnormalities, health issues, breast/formula feeding, parenting, post partum depression, and any other questions we have about what happens to our bodies and our babies throughout the entire process. Medical professionals need our permission today to cut open or tie up our bodies, and we have a right to know what is happening, and why. We can say "no". We can give birth at home, we can breastfeed, formula feed, or give birth wearing a Spiderman costume in a cave if our little hearts desire. And if we happen to encounter a rude assclown of a doctor or nurse who makes us feel like cattle being herded through the hospital, humiliated, intimidated, or makes us feel like we are inconveniencing them by asking for help or information, we can request a more human doctor or nurse. There is usually someone else who can help. We don't have to put up with idiots if we are willing to stand up for ourselves. Because they are working for US, not the other way around, and we can demand proper treatment. Sometimes that can be difficult, especially if it's your first baby, and you are just dazed and overwhelmed by the whole experience, or just so delirious from pain that you can't tell what the hell is going on. But we can try. I think having a good support person (husband, friend, family member, doula, midwife, etc.) whom you know and trust there with you is important- someone who knows your wishes, and will help you accomplish them. And make sure you choose a Doctor you like as well.

Child birth should be a beautiful experience for a family, and mothers deserve to be pampered and as comfortable as possible. So, for any new mom to be about to go into labour- don't be afraid to ask for help or options or explanations! It is your right to be treated well, and it is your choice how your baby is treated as well. Don't be intimidated or bullied into doing anything you are not comfortable with! I read this about a woman who recieved a needless "honeymoon stitch" without her permission, and it just makes me livid!!! I'd like to give that jerk of a midwife a little whipstitch in her vagina and see how she feels about it. Idiot. Then maybe a few stitches in her mouth, to keep those stupid comments from spewing out.

I was lucky in my birth experience to have wonderful doctors and nurses around me, along with an incredibly supportive husband, helping me though the experience, and making my daughter's birth a wonderful occasion. After labouring for 5 hours, I ended up having an emergency c-section, since my umbilical cord had wrapped around my baby's neck as she was lowering into the birth canal. But thanks to their quick operating, she was born safely, and my recovery was fast and easy. My stay in the hospital lasted 2 days, and was pleasant and relaxing, and I walked out of there feeling healthy and strong, with my perfect, healthy, and beautiful daughter in tow. I wish the same for all of you lovely moms to be out there.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The Hills were Alive...

Our Christmas this year was absolutely FANTASTIC, with lots of family, food, noise, kids, dogs, singing, love, presents and chaos. It was the BEST! I felt so blessed all week.
I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday as well.

My neice got a Karaoke Machine, and here we are abusing it yesterday...



"I hope, life treats you kind, and I hope you have all you've dreamed ooooooooooooooof!"


"And I wish you JOY, and happiness, and above all this, I wish you looooooove!"


(Owen breaks out into his solo debut) "And IIIIIIIIIIIeeeeeeeeIIIIIIIIIIII will always love yoooooooooooooooouuuuuuuu, will always love yooouuuu!!!!"


(Piper brings it on home with some heartfelt emotion) ......eeeeIIIIIIIIIIeeeeeIIIIIIIIII will always love yooooooooooooooooooooooUUUUUU!!!!! WhooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!!!!!!!"

There will be 2 more baby cousins added to our singing brood next Christmas, since my sister-in-law and I are both pregnant right now. We will blow the VonTrapp family out of the WATER next year!

This is Robb and I kissing under the electronic mistletoe on Christmas Eve at the Zoolights display. He is still my favorite gift.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Christmas Spirit coming out of my ears

After watching that Primetime Special on TV last night about the couple who adopted 4 (FOUR!!!) HIV positive babies from Romania, and volunteering at the Food Bank with my family today, I am BEYOND grateful for my many many blessings, and filled with an obligation and desire to give a little MORE to my fellow human beings. I want to give a little more kindness, and a little more time, and I need to remember this all year long, not just in December. My GOD, there are some miraculous people out there in the world! Makes me proud to be a human being sometimes. :)

Merry Christmas to all of my family members and dear friends who are far away! Robb and I are sending you big warm hugs, and wet sloppy kisses from Piper as well.
xoxoxo!
We didn't send out Christmas cards this year, not because we aren't thinking of you, and not because we don't miss you like crazy, but mostly because I am a disorganized boob, and also because we couldn't get a family photo without closed/crossed/red eyes, boogers, or grimaces. Our gift to you is NOT sending you any of the crappy pictures we have, and you are most welcome. We've got a bad case of the December Weirdfaces, so we'll send photos in January, when our freakishness subsides.

Love, love, love.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

BARK the halls with BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!

The dog next door will NOT stop barking. I am very fond of our neighbours, and their dog, but I am starting to wonder what could possibly warrant half an hour of straight barking??!! Now, I have a dog, and occasionally, it has something to say too, but he usually gets his point across in 3 barks or less. I'm beginning to wonder if their dog has actually barked its voicebox right out, and the voicebox is just bouncing and convulsing and BARKING in the backyard on automatic pilot. The dog is probably sleeping on the couch by now, exhausted after his shouting fit.

Also, it makes me think that if I can hear their dog so clearly, I'm sure there were many nights about a year ago that they could hear my baby daughter SHREIKING in the wee hours of the night in a high pitched fury. And they've never once complained or been sour to us.

God, I think I'll send them over some more Christmas cookies, and some for the doggie too.


And now, a Quiz:
"More than you ever needed to know about Dora the Explorer"

1. Name 2 of Dora's cousins
2. What is Dora's mommy's profession?
3. How many siblings does Dora have?
4. What is Boots' daddy's profession?
5. What is Dora's last name?

Good luck! I will post the answers later.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Overview of my Day

Weather- Excellent, warm and Chinook-y, making it very spring-y and lovely...-y. Snow pretty much all melted. Looks like it will be a festive yellowish brown Christmas this year.

Best moment- Tickle fight with Piper. I won. My prize was hysterical giggling.

Worst moment- Getting my prenatal bloodwork done. I don't mind needles at all, but it looked like they took about 12 cups of blood. I was not aware that they had to test ALL of my blood, but, whatever.

Biggest accomplishment- Christmas shopping COMPLETELY finished. No more mall. I can hear the angels singing Hallelujah.

Anticipating- 5 more sleeps until Christmas, 14 more sleeps until the ultrasound.
It's so hard for me to wait to give people their gifts, which is why I try to shop at the last minute. I always want to run straight from the store to the person whose gift I bought and throw it at them immediately, screaming, "HERE! HERE!!!! OPEN IT! DO YOU LOVE IT?!! I KNEW YOU'D LOVE IT!!!! DO YOU LOVE IT???!!!!!!"

Same attitude for the ultrasound. "IS EVERYTHING OK?????!! CAN YOU SEE THE SEX???!!! IS IT A BOY???!! IS IT A GIRL???!!!! IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL????!!! CAN YOU SEE???????!! CAN WE SEE???????!!!!! HI! I'M HERE 4 HOURS EARLY FOR MY ULTRASOUND!!!!! I KNOW YOU ARE JUST THE RECEPTIONIST, BUT DO YOU THINK IT IS A BOY OR A GIRL??????!!!"

My enthusiasm is only superseded by my impatience and immaturity.

Monday, December 19, 2005

My Seester

Happy Birthday to my little sister Mich, one of my favorite people in the world.
Even though she is only eleven years old, she somehow turned 32 over the weekend, which means that I have a leetle baby seester who is IN HER THIRTIES. She keeps on getting older, and dragging me along with her, the selfish cow.

Mich is the person with whom I have shared the most bouts of hysterical laughter. From the time we could speak, we have often found ourselves paralyzed with choking, guffawing, drooling, cackling, and even breathless, silent laughter. The last time it happened was yesterday. It's so good for my soul, I can barely stand it. We are so comfortable together, and understand each other so well, that we can, and do, discuss everything. We have 32 years of memories together, and I still enjoy her company. So many private jokes, so many secrets shared, so much analyzing of our parents and ourselves. We are very different in so many ways, yet so in synch. She is a part of me that I cherish. We've had more than our fair share of fights over the years, and we have resolved every one. We truly forgive each other our faults. I'm so grateful to her for that. Also, she loves my daughter as if she were her own. She worships, admires and appreciates Piper like a parent does, and Piper clearly loves Mich's guts too.

Happy Birthday Mich! I love you!




(This is not us, but it SO could be...)


"Hello!" also to my other leetle seester, Cori, who is much too far away for my liking! She and I also have a truckload of memories together, as well as a full Broadway musical's worth of dance routines, and I love you too!!!
ps- Mich's phone is broken, but should be fixed soon. In the meantime, she will be corresponding via sky writing and mental telepathy.

Friday, December 16, 2005

My Worst Icemare




We finally watched "March of the Penguins" last night. People have been telling me it is sooo good, and I believed them, but still found it difficult to sit down and watch birds walking in the snow for 85 minutes. But it was great!

If you are having a day when you feel like parenting is really overwhelming- WATCH THIS FILM! No matter who you are, you've got it easy compared to a penguin. It will make you feel spoiled and warm, grateful that you don't live in Antarctica, and maybe even a little pissed at your husband for having it so easy.

So, today, I am thankful for:

1. being able to eat more than once every 3 months, and not having to puke some of it back up to feed my family
2. not having to walk 140 miles in the frozen tundra, on legs that are the size of my toes
3. not having to find a new mate every single year, think of all that leg shaving! :0

I'm waddling off to have a snack now.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Presents and Parties and Babies- oh MY!

Everything is great here- I have just been preoccupied with Christmas shopping, gift wrapping, volunteering, making appointments, going to appointments, family get togethers, movies, dinners, swelling up to the size of a houseboat, laundry, more Christmas shopping, peeing, decorating, baking cookies, getting photos developed, writing Christmas cards, and playing with Pippa to sit down and write a decent post. I haven't cooked a real meal in several weeks, which somehow has not affected my food intake- not in the least. Something odd has happened this week to my tummy, it is growing exponentially now. I'm only 4 months pregnant, and I look like I am ready to start pushing at any moment. My belly is TWICE the size that it was last week, and I am wearing MATERNITY JEANS today- jeans with an elastic waistband, not unlike the denim trousers or dungarees in any Granny's closet. Gah! I may as well start wearing those little plastic bonnets when I go outside now, and keeping used tissues up my sleeve.

On the bright side- in 2 1/2 weeks, I get to see what on earth is in there. :)





ps- note to self: Today in a store, (of course,) Piper and I were joking and giggling, and she was doing her usual chuckling/squealing combo that makes my heart go pitter pat, and a lady walked by us and said, "That is a great laugh, you should get that on tape!"
I really should.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Icky is in the Eye of the Beholder

I caught a few minutes of "Oprah" today- her show was about Do's and Don'ts, or Etiquette, or something. Oprah went on for 5 minutes about how ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING she thought gum chewing was, and went on to weave a tale about a little girl who actually TOOK HER GUM OUT OF HER MOUTH (gasp!) and PUT IT ON HER DINNER PLATE (dry heave!) at Oprah's house. She was so grossed out, she was practically gagging, and Oprah threw the plate away after her guests had left. (That one plate probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.) I was still waiting for the gross part, like, for 10,000 maggots to crawl out of the gum and into her ear... but that was it.

I usually like Oprah, because of all the good she does in the world, but that clip just reminded me of what a big difference there is between her, and the average person. What a radically different perspective she has on the world, compared to everyone I know. It made me want to write Oprah, and tell her she doesn't know disgusting until she has someone else's boogers on her face, and their diarrhea on her hands and clothes. And oh yes, has she ever had someone puke hot curdled milk on her neck, and felt it drip down her back and cleavage? Because every mother I know has had all of these things happen to them MANY TIMES, and actually lived to tell the tale. Also, along with all of those messy bodily fluids and "gross" things, come the most beautiful and real experiences a person can have. WAY cooler than anything on her "O's Favorite Things" List. I would definitely like to tell Oprah this (true!) story as well:

Dear Oprah,

A few years ago, when my nephew was a toddler, he went on a trip to Mexico with his family. While having dinner in a restaurant one afternoon, he was playing under the table while his mom was eating. When she picked him up, she noticed he was chewing on something. She pulled a huge wad of gum out of his mouth... gum SHE HAD NOT given him. It was actually a compilation of about 10 different chunks of prechewed gum that he had pried off the bottom of the table, creating his own new disgusting blend.
I have included this piece of gum for you in this letter, Oprah, as a token of my esteem for you and your show. It represents cultural diversity, and people coming together from different countries. I'm not sure if there is any flavour left in it, but there is lots of chew left.
Please, enjoy it.

Sincerely,

Eve

Monday, December 05, 2005

Has anyone seen my cantaloupe?

It was sitting right here beside me... and then I got hungry... and then I don't remember what happened...



(my belly at almost 15 weeks)


Well, the weather outside is frightful, but it's warm and Christmasy in here- our tree is decorated, and our stockings are hung. Piper's getting more curious about this "Saataa" creature. We saw him at the Farmer's Market this week, and she was quite interested until we went to sit beside him. Then she was horrified, and refused to look at him for about 10 minutes. He was much too large and red and hairy. She preferred to watch the big Saataa monster from a safe distance.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The Graduate

My girl graduated from her Gymnastics class yesterday. All of the toddlers were presented with a certificate, and given special Christmas stamps on their hands. Piper now has her first degree... in running, crawling, bouncing, somersaulting, jumping and singing! Her B.of R.C.B.S.J.S.! I am so proud! We are one step closer to our dreams of her joining the circus!
(knock on wood...)







Making Room

I love all of my one-on-one time with Piper. We are almost always together, me and my little buddy, and we have a ridiculous amount of fun talking, giggling, exploring and cuddling. We shop, we splash, we sing, we eat, we slide, we tickle. My little pink partner in crime. We can and do go everywhere and pretty much do what we want- she's a happy traveller, and loves to be busy.
Our life is so perfect right now.

I kept a poem that I read on Babycenter.com over a year ago, before it really related to me, because I thought it was interesting. Now I really feel these words, and find them comforting to read;

As I hold your hand basking in the glow of our magical relationship,
I suddenly feel a kick from within,
as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder:
How could I ever love another child as I love you?

Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me,
as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way,
"Please love only me."
And I hear myself telling you in mine,
"I can't," knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder
on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing,
I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him.
--as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change,
first to curiosity, then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine.

The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times--only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow,
the way you look at each other,
touch each other.
I watch how he adores you--as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I noticed that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered,
to my amazement...
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you--
only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you
--you each have your own supply.
I love you--both
and I thank you for blessing my life.