Saturday 9:24am...I may have just stumbled across 5 seconds of Me Time! (UPDATE: clearly I didn't find that much Me Time because it's now Monday 12:54am and I'm just getting back to this)
It was just a little snuffly nose, nothing to get up-tight about. But I of course was a nervous wreck and am still talking about the moments of sheer terror when a little bit of the sticky, snotty goop would drain into her throat and make her cough. "She's not coughing, she's choking!! Quick, pick her up and hit her back!! PICK HER UP DAMMIT WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???!!!! Oh my god, WHY CAN'T ANYONE EVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT??!!! I'm the only one who can look after her, all the rest of you are useless and can't be trusted!! I'm so tired! I hate everyone!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGG! (just so you know I didn't actually make that 'arg' sound. Why do we write 'arg' to signal frustration anyway? No one ever makes that sound!)
Monday we went to the doctor to make sure it was just a little cold, which it was so that was a relief. She smiled and put on her cutesy show for the doctor which of course made Mommy and Baba very proud. She's perfect! And we have witnesses!
Tuesday I woke up feeling like someone had shoved a rake up my nose. So that was great. Taking care of a sick baby is hard work but taking care of a sick baby when you're sick too really sucks. The living room was officially declared a bio-hazard that day but we survived and the next day we were both feeling a little bit better. Pretty tired though. Just when I'd started to get used to the 4 hours of sleep a night, we went down to 2 hours a night. Brutal!
Thursday we had Eleni's 2 month check up at the doctor. We would have just done it on Monday since we were already there but she was scheduled to get her first vaccines and apparently you can't do that while the baby is sick so we decided to keep our Thursday appointment and hope she was feeling well enough by then...actually I wasn't hoping that because I really don't want her to have to get any needles. Not because I'm against them, but because I'm against anything that makes her cry. She makes such a sad little face when she cries and it just breaks my heart. And I guess I got my wish because she was still a little too sick to get her shots so now we have to go back in 2 weeks. But the good news is that she is now 5.3 kg and 58 cm! So that just over 11 lbs and nearly 23 inches. She's growing so fast!
The worst part of the week though was getting a call from my Dad on Monday morning telling me that Brasco had passed away. It was just so unexpected that I didn't even know how to deal with it at first. I cried but then I instantly put it out of my head for about 3 days and refused to talk about it. I didn't want it to be true so I just pretended it wasn't. I'm doing better now and have slowly started talking about him again but it's still so hard. I'd had him since he was 8 weeks old and he's been such a big part of my life for the last 7 years. Unfortunately my landlords here in Greece decided they didn't want him living here anymore and we weren't able to find a new place to live so in January 2011 I brought him back to Canada with me and he moved in with Mom and Dad...or Grandma and Grandpa as Brasco called them. Leaving him to come back to Greece was heartbreaking enough. They weren't sure exactly what it was, either a heart attack or a stroke. The comfort in all this is that he wasn't alone when he died, both Mom and Dad were with him the whole time and he passed peacefully. I don't think I would be able to deal with it at all if he'd been alone. I would have felt like I'd totally abandoned him. I already felt like that, which is stupid because he had a great life with my Mom and Dad. Much better than he had over here. He had a big yard to run around in, way more doggy treats than I ever allowed him to have, a much more comfortable climate that included snow (one of his favourite snacks). And of course he always loved Grandma and Grandpa. Those damn cats were kind of a pain in the ass but he was a good sport, even when they stole his bed and made him sleep on the floor. Anyway, I loved him to pieces and I miss him very much.
So that was my week. It was kind of rough so lets hope this week goes a little better. Lets hope it goes a lot better actually, I'm heartbroken, exhausted and I look like a zombie. Greece doesn't celebrate Halloween which is unfortunate because I wouldn't have had to even make a costume this year. Anyway, here's a few pictures for you....
I'll try to write again soon but if I don't get a chance before Wednesday I wish everyone a safe and Happy Halloween!!! Don't forget to floss!!
I won't get too excited though otherwise I'll just end up jinxing the whole thing and kicking myself over it for the rest of the day. (UPDATE: You did jinx yourself idiot. Never do that again!)
So lets pretend the baby's going to be awake in a few minutes and I have about half that time to write a blog post. The other half of that time....well, I have to pee but that's probably too much information. But this week has been a week involving semi-scheduled pee breaks. No joke. It's been kind of a rough week.
Last Sunday night the inevitable happened....Eleni got her first cold.
Eleni's reaction: still her usual smiley self (most of the time)
Mommy's reaction: total devastation and a complete lack of trust in others ability to do even the simplest of tasks
It was just a little snuffly nose, nothing to get up-tight about. But I of course was a nervous wreck and am still talking about the moments of sheer terror when a little bit of the sticky, snotty goop would drain into her throat and make her cough. "She's not coughing, she's choking!! Quick, pick her up and hit her back!! PICK HER UP DAMMIT WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???!!!! Oh my god, WHY CAN'T ANYONE EVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT??!!! I'm the only one who can look after her, all the rest of you are useless and can't be trusted!! I'm so tired! I hate everyone!! AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGG! (just so you know I didn't actually make that 'arg' sound. Why do we write 'arg' to signal frustration anyway? No one ever makes that sound!)
So I might have over reacted at times.
I do that once in a while.
Not often though.
....you can all stop laughing now thanks.
Anyway, so Eleni's first cold happened and she's still a snuffly from it. I have this great little contraption though that gently sucks that goopy stuff out of her nose. She's a bit iffy about it. Sometimes she smiles and gets excited about it but most of the time she turns her head, pushes my hand away, makes her angry face and gives me the silent treatment for a while. I'm already catching a glimpse of what her teenage attitude will be like.
I do that once in a while.
Not often though.
....you can all stop laughing now thanks.
Anyway, so Eleni's first cold happened and she's still a snuffly from it. I have this great little contraption though that gently sucks that goopy stuff out of her nose. She's a bit iffy about it. Sometimes she smiles and gets excited about it but most of the time she turns her head, pushes my hand away, makes her angry face and gives me the silent treatment for a while. I'm already catching a glimpse of what her teenage attitude will be like.
Monday we went to the doctor to make sure it was just a little cold, which it was so that was a relief. She smiled and put on her cutesy show for the doctor which of course made Mommy and Baba very proud. She's perfect! And we have witnesses!
Tuesday I woke up feeling like someone had shoved a rake up my nose. So that was great. Taking care of a sick baby is hard work but taking care of a sick baby when you're sick too really sucks. The living room was officially declared a bio-hazard that day but we survived and the next day we were both feeling a little bit better. Pretty tired though. Just when I'd started to get used to the 4 hours of sleep a night, we went down to 2 hours a night. Brutal!
Thursday we had Eleni's 2 month check up at the doctor. We would have just done it on Monday since we were already there but she was scheduled to get her first vaccines and apparently you can't do that while the baby is sick so we decided to keep our Thursday appointment and hope she was feeling well enough by then...actually I wasn't hoping that because I really don't want her to have to get any needles. Not because I'm against them, but because I'm against anything that makes her cry. She makes such a sad little face when she cries and it just breaks my heart. And I guess I got my wish because she was still a little too sick to get her shots so now we have to go back in 2 weeks. But the good news is that she is now 5.3 kg and 58 cm! So that just over 11 lbs and nearly 23 inches. She's growing so fast!
The worst part of the week though was getting a call from my Dad on Monday morning telling me that Brasco had passed away. It was just so unexpected that I didn't even know how to deal with it at first. I cried but then I instantly put it out of my head for about 3 days and refused to talk about it. I didn't want it to be true so I just pretended it wasn't. I'm doing better now and have slowly started talking about him again but it's still so hard. I'd had him since he was 8 weeks old and he's been such a big part of my life for the last 7 years. Unfortunately my landlords here in Greece decided they didn't want him living here anymore and we weren't able to find a new place to live so in January 2011 I brought him back to Canada with me and he moved in with Mom and Dad...or Grandma and Grandpa as Brasco called them. Leaving him to come back to Greece was heartbreaking enough. They weren't sure exactly what it was, either a heart attack or a stroke. The comfort in all this is that he wasn't alone when he died, both Mom and Dad were with him the whole time and he passed peacefully. I don't think I would be able to deal with it at all if he'd been alone. I would have felt like I'd totally abandoned him. I already felt like that, which is stupid because he had a great life with my Mom and Dad. Much better than he had over here. He had a big yard to run around in, way more doggy treats than I ever allowed him to have, a much more comfortable climate that included snow (one of his favourite snacks). And of course he always loved Grandma and Grandpa. Those damn cats were kind of a pain in the ass but he was a good sport, even when they stole his bed and made him sleep on the floor. Anyway, I loved him to pieces and I miss him very much.
So that was my week. It was kind of rough so lets hope this week goes a little better. Lets hope it goes a lot better actually, I'm heartbroken, exhausted and I look like a zombie. Greece doesn't celebrate Halloween which is unfortunate because I wouldn't have had to even make a costume this year. Anyway, here's a few pictures for you....
Eleni having a snooze at the restaurant
I just found this picture of Eleni, it's from 2 weeks ago and can't believe how much she's changed in just 2 weeks...I promise to take some pics of her tomorrow so you can see the difference. She's chubbier. I think she has more hair too
Brasco bear chilling out on the deck in Molyvos
Brasco bear chilling out on the deck in Cumberland
Playing in snow
Rolling in the snow
Eating the snow
Getting ready for a nap in the snow
I'll try to write again soon but if I don't get a chance before Wednesday I wish everyone a safe and Happy Halloween!!! Don't forget to floss!!
