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Last trimester and labor with a little bit of TMI

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I feel like I’m on the big upward climb of a daunting rollercoaster. Click, click, click…. When will I reach the top? I’m afraid but elated. How long will it last? My heart beats a crazy rhythm. Oooo boy, here we goooooooooo!

I’ve written a series of posts with ramblings on pregnancy, birthing, chiropractic that works for turning babies in utero and more…. It is on my mind a lot lately. 🙂 Read the 2nd Post Choices in Fertility HERE

Thanks to Captain Obvious for taking my picture.

Last Trimester and Labor-

I caused quite a stir on facebook the other day with this…

TMI! TMI! TMI! So sorry Honey. I was begging for sympathy so I told my husband that trying to get around 8mo pregnant (after 4 other pregnancies) is like walking with a sack of flour tied to his “eh-hem”. I’m so mean!

I’m still chuckling about that one. Later I apologized and waddled off but I do think he got the picture. 🙂 He hasn’t asked why I’m grumpy since.

I hate gravity right about now.

When people ask me if I’m scared to deliver, a rollercoaster is the best way I can describe it. After having my first son in the hospital, I chose to deliver the next two, unassisted at birthing centers and the next (my only girl) at home. If all goes as planned, this little dude will enter the world, safe and sound, also at home.

Does it scare me? No. Yes.

Labor is always a bit scary but so is downhill skiing, rock climbing, rollercoaster riding. With all of these you could die or you could live with massive injuries or you could have great fun doing something that gives you an incredible rush and sense of power and life!

Life! A brand new life. It’s totally worth it. I felt robbed after my first delivery. I didn’t experience the pleasure and responsibility of allowing my body to usher my son into the world. But I know that things happen and I can’t always have my way. He is no less a blessing or miracle! Since I know the difference now, I’m sure hoping to chose the natural way once again.

I had a conversation with a good friend who is an anesthesiologist about preparing for labor and educating yourself (not relying on information fed to you) on the natural birth process. We agreed mothers should know, whether or not they choose to deliver unassisted.

He said, “If more mothers educated themselves, I’d be out of a job.”

So here I go again, having my baby in the comfort and peace of my home in my six-foot claw foot tub. I love water birth!

YIKES! I must be nuts.

Want details, just ask. I’m not shy about sharing my experiences.


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Potty Training

I promise, I won’t bore you with bathroom talk too much longer. I just haven’t had much else to look forward to lately. Ha! What a Mom will long for… a month or more respite from diaper duty would make my year!

Day 1 – Peewee is very interested in the “Big Boy”. Her diaper stayed dry a good part of the day but no real potty success.

Day 2 – I started late morning after having to change an icky diaper. She “tries” to go on the potty and we are back to sitting every hour. I might resort to letting her wear thick panties or cloth diapers so she can feel. Karen reminded me that with girls it’s not undies although Peewee still calls the john the “big boy”. Is it Jon or John or jon or john? Who knows?

??I never have had any luck with store bought training diapers or little kid potty seats. How bout you??

Day 3 – Same ol’, same ol’ and it is the weekend so we are on the go more. We are NOT at the stage where I can potty train on the go. Getting 4 kids in and out of the car is hard enough and with my pregnancy bladder, NO thank yee!

Day 4 – Monday so I’m home and I am ready for the challenge! Oops, I got all caught up in breakfast and school and my necessary coffee break. Although, these days coffee isn’t quite as satisfying since I’ve weaned myself off of caffeine. 😦 Decaf just doesn’t cut it.  ANYHOW… I decided to mix things up a bit since I’m in the middle of laundry week anyway, and we went cold turkey, straight to big girl panties (the thick kind). I tried a cloth diaper but it would fit around her chunky little thighs. 🙂 Her accidents are not as BIG with the panties on. I think she catches herself. Yay, small success! Another thing I learned today, but didn’t catch, is that she must have a BM around 10:15 because we try at 10 and by 10:30 there is always a suspicious odor and the subsequent clean up.


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Super glue saves the day again.

It was half past lunchtime. We rarely use the real clock here, everything revolves around food for my boys. So, half past lunchtime and all we had left for school was math. I had to gather my wits and collect supplies so with the little one’s down the big boys set out to entertain themselves while they waited.

I shoulda’ known that the giggling couldn’t be a good sign. Then, in a flash, a crack… and no more giggling.

Scarfunkle, duly named, had whacked his noggin on the old steam trunk in my living room. As head wounds do, it bled and bled.

So much for math!

I rinsed it off in the bath to get a good look and that darn thing was so small but still spread open and wouldn’t stop bleeding. It’s a good thing this injury happened indoors so the wound was really clean! I put some antibacterial ointment on it and separated the hair.

What do do? Three hours in the ER didn’t sound real appealing so I texted my nurse friend.

Scarfunkle cut his head. Small but won’t stop bleeding. Think I could superglue it?

We decided that since he cut the back of his head there wasn’t anything cosmetic to worry about and it was probably only a 2 stitcher, plus they often use super glue in the ER… SOoooo, glue it is.

He cried and cried but told me he didn’t feel a thing. I guess it was just the though of his mom gluing his brains in. 🙂

You might remember the OTHER time I had to use super glue in a pinch. That poor dog won’t be anywhere within a mile of us if we are unloading the truck now.

Or remember Loud Kiddington’s nose fascination.

Why do these things always happen to me? 🙂


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Yes I really took pictures of my chicken’s bum

…and it was all because of you! I wanted to share something I learned about raising chicks.

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Grose huh? I know, I’m terrible.

Maybe you already know this but I was recently reminded that it is important to clean the poo goo off their bums so they don’t get stopped up or those little chickens might die on ya.

I usually do have some losses with day olds but this is just one way to minimize it. Use a damp paper towel and gently “melt” away the gunk. The farm I ordered from told me that the stress causes the chicks poo to thicken and stick. Once they settle down it should become less sticky.

Another thing I didn’t know (or didn’t remember) is that for the first couple days to reduce stress related losses you can feed them boiled and crushed up eggs. I stirred in a little chick starter and put it out twice the first day. My chicks were crazy for it!

The lady who told me about this reminded me that when the chicks hatch they eat the egg whites and that’s where they get the protein to rest for 72 hrs. Giving them hard boiled eggs just boosts the protein intake.

So, there you have it. Chicken bums and protein boost. 🙂

Does anyone have some fun chicken breeds? I will post pictures of my mixed flock of chickens soon!


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Why there is applesauce on my ceiling & horse opthalmics

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Yesterday I had what seems to be my annual rendezvous with my vet.  And no, I don’t mean a tussle in the hay, it just means “regular meeting place”.  Precisely; my house, Christmas time, every year to fork over a Ben Frank or two to stitch, medicate, wrap or doctor a horse.

I’ve got this huge plastic syringe for squirting Bute (horse aspirin) into the horses mouth.  The tube is the thickness of a mans thumb and it has a plunger on the end to hold in the medicine.  If you’ve got kids you’ve seen a small version.   So I had this great idea to put applesauce into it with the medicine.  Not just any applesauce.  No, no! I had to use home made chunky applesauce (it’s all I had, really).  Interestingly chunky applesauce doesn’t squirt easily and while attempting to push the air gently out of the syringe that gooey apple gunk popped loose inside the medicine tube and squirted my cheek then flew 12 feet in the air to decorate my ceiling.

Fun fun!  Who’se gonna clean that up I wonder?

My vet cracks me up.  Our phone conversation went as follows.

ME: “Nicole, this is Jessie up on the hill.”

VET: “Hey Jess, how’s it goin?”

ME: “Oh pretty good, only I’m dealing with a poked eye today.”

VET: “Don’t tell me it’s one of the children. I only doctor animals you know.”

ME: “Hahaha!  I can’t believe you had to ask, but no, its that little pony.”

VET: “Ah ha, well you’d be surprised what kinds of calls I get.”

ME:  “Really?  Well I guess that’s the sort of redneck thing I’d do.  No not really!”  Nervous chuckle!

VET: “Well, what’s going on with her?”

ME: “I don’t know when it happened but she appears to have poked her eye. I’m not sure but she may be blind, it is gray and cloudy.  My son came running in and said ‘Mom there’s green blood coming from Hayley’s eye.'”

VET:  “Well, the mucus could be trying to rid the eye of a foreign object. Let me come out and take a look.  We’ll have to sedate her and dye the eye to check for any scratch or tear.”

ME: “Okay I’ll see you in a bit.  This is becoming a regular occurence.  What has it been?  Three years in a row!”

VET:  “Seems like it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”


The next pictures are icky.

The first one is her swollen eye with green mucus excreting.

This is how Thing One found her…

Once she was sedated we could see into her eye but didn’t need any dye to see that the cornea is sliced and scraped.  Her cornea is approximately 1/2 the appropriate thickness.  I have no idea how she did it.  The vet maintains that horses are suicidal.  It was dark while she was out but after antibiotic ointment and Bute, Hayley is feeling better.   Here are pictures of the actual corneal laceration.

We are in for a long healing process.  I’m praying she continues to allow me to manually medicate.  If not Nicole will be inserting a tube that allows me to medicate without touching her eye.  If we have to go that route she will be out, yet again to sedate and insert the contraption.  Can you see me in the eye?

Poor girl, she is really hurting!  All three boys prayed for her last night.  Judging from the look on Nicole’s face she is going to need it.  There is still a strong likelihood that it will become infected or rupture.  At this moment in time she can still see out of it despite my initial concern.  Hopefully it stays that way.

Antibiotic ointment three times a day.  Good thing I’ve got a couple of great helpers!


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