Takkekort

Etter mye fram og tilbake, ammetåke, eller bare flyktig hukommelse, ble takkekortene for gaver og hilsninger i anledning Knertens fødsel bestilt. Vi kjøpte hos et norsk firma underlagt Japan Foto, men da de endelig kom fram (de hadde visst ligget i butikken i flere uker uten at vi fikk beskjed, og jeg måtte ringe for å høre om de ikke skulle komme snart), var bildet rett og slett så ille at vi ikke ville sende de ut. Kanskje var det vår feil, kanskje var de skrevet ut med feil farge, hva vet vel jeg, men vi endte opp med å heller bestille fra USA, fra et firma vi hadde god erfaring med fra før, nemlig Tiny Prints.

Siden vi allerede hadde kjøpt en bunke som vi ikke fikk brukt, og man bare får bestille i pakker av fem hos Tiny Prints, gamblet vi og satset alt på at ammetåkehjernen min hadde fått ned alle navnene på lista, og at jeg dermed hadde nøyaktig riktig antall da jeg bestilte. Så krisefaktoren var høy da jeg oppdaget at to av kortene hadde store bulker fra trykkeriet. Heldigvis er kundeservicen der bedre enn jeg noen gang kunne drømme om, og uten problemer ble det sent erstatningskort. I dagene mens jeg ventet på kortene angret jeg på at jeg ikke ba om noen flere siden de likevel skulle sende, for jeg hadde så klart glemt noen på lista mi, men vi hadde jo tross alt de fæle kortene fra forrige bestilling hvis det skulle bli ordentlig krise. Men da vi fikk kortene i posten (med ekspresspost) hadde de sendt ti kort! Snakk om bra kundeservice 😀

Så nå skal alle ha fått sine kort (utenom de på jobben) og jeg kan endelig krysse det av på lista! Et par, tre, fire, fem måneder for sent, vel å merke… Tilgi meg, kjære venner, ikke tro at jeg ikke har tenkt på dere!

Black Swan

Fyttirakkern, for en syk film! Nå går det ganske lang tid mellom hver gang jeg er på kino da, men seriøst… Som venninna mi sa: «Detta e den sjukaste filmen eg har sett!» Agreed.

Hadde et lite venninnetreff i går, altså, med kino og snop. Superhyggelig å treffe Sunniva igjen, og alltid like moro å se Kine 😀 Vi hadde det moro da vi var studenter… Det er rart hvordan vi snakket om gutter og pugging da vi hang sammen før, og nå går det bare i barnesnakk, oppdragelse og alt som hører til når man har blitt foreldre.

Lillemor har fått ørebetennelse. Jeg hadde ikke sett den komme. Kan nesten ikke tro det ennå, for hun har ikke vist noen tegn til å ha vondt i ørene, men nå var det da det legen fant ut. Hun har hostet og snørret i flere uker nå, og vi syntes det var litt rart at hun aldri ble ordentlig bra igjen. Og natt til tirsdag våknet vi til at hun hadde 40 i temperatur, så vi holdt henne hjemme. Jeg var usikker på om hun har flere tenner på gang, men syntes det var rart. Jeg hadde tenkt å dra til legen selv siden jeg heller ikke blir frisk, men nå har jeg jo et stort krater i kjeven som står og verker, så det hadde nok blitt positiv på bakterier anyways. Jaja, vi holder henne hjemme ut uken sånn at hun kan bli litt bedre, og så har vi fått antibiotika som smaker forferdelig. Tips til hvordan ta flytende AB mottas med takk. Vi prøvde å ha det i juice, men hun drakk ikke nok 😛

Gratulerer med dagen, Hanne-Lill!

Kjære Hanne-Lill!

Nå har jeg kjent deg i snart… 23 år? Er vi virkelig blitt så gamle? :shocked:

Da vi var yngre var vi tvillingsjeler — vi kunne plutselig tenke på det samme og begynne å le sammen, og vi begge visste at vi lo av det samme. I butikker kunne vi gå og se på ting, og på hver vår kant rope ut: «Se på denne!», og så se på hverandre, og oppdage at vi snakket om akkurat samme ting. Vi hadde samme rare interesser (hehe) og var like barnslige, begge to. Du er ei jeg ser opp til og spør om råd hvis det er noe, spesielt når det kommer til disse barna. Du er en fantastisk mor, og ei super venninne som jeg kan ringe hvis det er noe. Du er dønn ærlig, og det setter jeg veldig pris på, for du sier ting som andre ikke ville sagt til meg. Det eneste jeg skulle ønske annerledes nå er at du skulle bodd nærmere. Eller, som du sikkert ville sagt, at jeg skulle bodd i Harstad 🙂

Gratulerer så mye med 30 år i dag! Håper du har ei fin feiring i dag, kjære du, jeg skulle ønske vi kunne feiret sammen.

Veldig glad i deg, søta! 😀 :love:

Oppløftende ord

I bursdagen i går fortalte jeg en venn av meg hvor ille det var å levere Lillemor i barnehagen, om hvor mye hun gråt, og hvor klengete og avhengig hun var av meg når vi er hjemme også. Jeg kan ikke gå ut av rommet uten at hun hyler og gråter og kommer krabbende etter. Slitsomt for oss alle, skal jeg si deg.

Da sa han: «Da har du i alle fall gjort noe riktig det første året.»

Tusen takk, kjære deg! For en fantastisk herlig og positiv måte å se denne tunge tiden på! :love:

An eventful couple of weeks

The past weeks have been eventful. First we had the in-laws over before they drove to the cabin, and we went up there for the weekend. The weather was super nice, but the mosquitoes were on a mission to get me.

On a walk away from the mosquitoes. Hot, hot, hot.

Emmy had watermelon for the first time :crush:

Oh, about that picture. We were eating at this place and suddenly a girl came up to us asking if she could film us while we ate. It was for a video on their Facebook page, and somebody said yes. It wasn’t me, that’s for sure. I just watched Emmy having that watermelon for a whole three minutes while she was filming, just so I didn’t have to look at the camera. At least Emmy was adorable in that clip 😉

Then, back in Oslo, we had my parents over for a week. I’d been feeling very PMSy, so that was bad timing… I felt so bad for being so grumpy when they all came to visit us 🙁

Last Saturday we had a little get-together with everybody; my parents and the in-laws. In Norway we call it a name celebration, it’s a non-religious way to celebrate the birth of a child when you don’t baptize it. We had tapas and cakes, and it was soo good 🙂 Poor Emmy couldn’t have anything we had, but she seemed satisfied with the usual cereal.

It was so hot inside that I didn’t know what to dress her in. The fancy dress I’d had in mind would’ve be cruel to put on her, but this one was pretty cute :hehe:

They all left on Sunday, which was sad, but the moment they went out the door, Hanne-Lill and her baby girl, Vilde came to visit us 🙂 We went for a stroll, but it started pouring down, so we ran to the nearest café since none of us had appropriate clothes to walk around in the rain on. In the evening, after the girls had gone to sleep, we ordered thai food and watched the World Cup finals and just talked about everything and nothing. Ah, how I wish I lived closer to my best friends 🙁

The next day they were off again, and I hurried downtown to meet Sunniva, my old classmate, who has a one-year-old, whom I’ve never met. We went to a pizza place where we met up with Karina, also an old classmate. It was so nice to meet them both again, I miss hanging with those girls! And little Sofie was so adorable! I forgot to bring my camera. Boo me.

On Tuesday we went back to the cabin, and it was really nice to just relax with a book, alone with our tiny family 🙂

Little miss Cutie Pie!

And now we’re finally back in Oslo again 🙂 Ah, I love summer.

17th of May

We usually don’t make a big deal out of Norway’s Constitution Day, and take a hike from all the people downtown and head for the woods for a couple of hours. This year, being that it was Emmy’s first, Husband’s parents came to visit us. And with «us» I mean «Emmy». I don’t even think they would have noticed if we left, haha. Anyway, we headed downtown with the stroller and the two dogs, but ended up just watching the chaos from a distance for a while and then went straight home.

We had a dinner reservation at 5PM at the Ekeberg Restaurant, a reservation we had made several months before, not even considering the possibility that Emmy’s bedtime would be at 7PM.

Ooops.

So I was imagining scenarios with a screaming, tired, red-faced baby at a somewhat fancy restaurant, where I’d probably end up eating a cold dinner. But Emmy was just so delightful! :love:

What wasn’t so cool was that I was having a Fat Day, but that’s old news since every day has been a Fat Day after the pregnancy.

Randomness

It’s so weird to think about that it’s a year since I got pregnant… It feels like forever I was working nights shifts and all that. Tuesday is the 3 month checkup for Emmy, and she’s getting poked with scary needles 🙁 I must admit I’m not handling her crying very well, so I’m thinking it’ll be a nightmare for us both. Hm, would you look at that. I’m a mom blogger now. How did that happen? I mean, what did I blog about before? I can’t even remember.

Easter has been lazy here. Line visited us from Monday to Wednesday, we took Rora to the vet (she still has food allergy problems) on Wednesday afternoon, and drove to the cabin on Thursday morning. Left Trysil Saturday and has done nothing since then 🙂 Oh, and Line pushed me into buying tons of scrapping material while she was here, so I guess I’m trying out scrapbooking whenever I get some time to sit down. Anyone who’s into scrapping? I don’t know how to start. I mean, how to actually start. How. Help. Mommy brain is hard on my usual sloppy one.

I just randomly sent a text message to a friend I haven’t seen in years (he moved from the city). Turns out he just moved back and I’m meeting him sometime this week. Excited!

Let’s see, what else? I desperately want a new wardrobe. Haven’t used my normal clothes since.. Well, almost a year ago. Want. To. Go. Shopping. Can I afford some new clothes? Yes? Maybe.

The birth story of Emmy

This is a warning that 1) It’s gonna be a looong entry, and 2) I’m not sure I’d want to read this if I was pregnant… At least now you were warned.

So, as I blogged about before, we got an appointment at the hospital for inducing labour on Dec 29th. My blood pressure was very high so the doctors were worried, but I didn’t have any subjective symptoms. So we met up at 9 AM and I got pills (I guess they were prostaglandins) in my you-know-what at 9:30 AM, 1:30 PM and 4:30 PM to induce labour. As nothing really happened, we decided to just sleep through the night and see how I was in the morning as I needed the sleep. At 10 PM I was starting to have contractions, and I was getting a last checkup before the night when I told the midwife that if the contractions didn’t slow down or got less painful I’d need something to help me sleep through the night. She told me I’d need a new checkup if she was going to give me anything, and it turned out that I now had a dilated cervix of 4 cm, plus a sky high blood pressure, so she needed to break my water. She told me to take a shower and get ready to go to the delivery room.

Husband was timing my contractions, and I remember thinking that if they hurt this much now, then I wasn’t sure if I could do without any pain medication. So I went to the bathroom to pee, and while sitting there, my water broke. This was at 11:30 PM. I managed to take a shower, which is supposed to give some pain relief, but I didn’t feel any difference, really. And then the contractions was lasting about one minute with intervals of 25 seconds. If you were wondering: NOT GOOD. I hardly had any time to breathe between two contractions and all I could do was squeeze Husband’s hand. I was almost crawling to the delivery room, and I’m not sure how long we were there, breathing through the contractions like I’d learned at preggie yoga, when the midwife, who had been asking me several times if I wanted an epidural (and I had told her no every time), grabbed my hand and told me that she was now calling the anaesthetist to get me one, cause I couldn’t go on with the high blood pressure and the close contractions too long. I just nodded my head as I didn’t feel like talking at all, and all I could do was whisper: «Oh, here comes another one…» to Husband who probably was pretty numb from me squeezing him.

The anaesthetist had to give me the epidural during contractions as they came so close, and I was terrified that it would hurt or that she’d do it wrong if I flinched, but I could hardly feel it. I remember wondering why she was yelling at me asking if I was a hemophiliac or had any allergies, but I was only whispering through the contractions so she probably thought I was in my own world. Which I almost was. But still. Anyway, the epidural worked wonders, and soon I was feeling normal again. The downside was, of course, that it slowed down eeeverything. So we were awake during the entire night, chatting, trying to sleep, eating an apple, drinking lots and lots of fluids, and vomiting it all up again. I had checkups at least once every hour, my cervix slowly dilated up to 8-9 cm, and at about 10 AM they decided the baby had to get out because my blood pressure continued to rise.

So the midwife called on a doctor to check the position of the baby, and of course she was a stargazer, meaning that if I lie on my back, she’d be looking up, which meant that her head would be harder to push out. Great. They tried to get an ultrasound to confirm it, but it was hard since her head was in my pelvic area 😛 So they decided to try to push her out if my blood pressure could handle it. So I tried. I first tried standing up as I remembered a colleague saying she’d refuse to do it any other way with her next child, but then the baby’s heart rate dropped, so I had to try lying down. Better for the baby, worse for me, cause we weren’t going anywhere. So after 35 minutes of pushing (and because of the epidural, I didn’t have any urges to push, I could only slightly feel a change in the contractions even though they gave me less epidural and more i.v. fluids to get contractions) the doctor came in to use a ventouse. Oh lord. The ventouse cup was too large (too much information, you say?) for me so they had to do an episiotomy to get it on the head. I looked at Husband, terrified, as I realized what they were doing, and said: «They’re cutting me!» and he looked pale and answered: «I know.» It didn’t hurt though, because of the epidural, plus they gave me local anaesthetics too, but I was horrified.

At least with the ventouse I felt how I was supposed to push, because all I had to work with before was the midwife who told me to push almost like when you poop. Well, okay, what’s almost? And when I did she’d go: «Yes, just like that!» Anyway, I think I pushed about 12 times until they got the little wonder out. The doctor was almost in a horizontal position pulling the baby out. At this time I was exhausted, and I fell half asleep every second. I got little Emmy, covered in blood, on my chest for about 5 seconds until the midwife told us that she was a little bit weak and she needed to take her. I noticed that she didn’t scream, but was told earlier by others who had had a baby that it takes some time before they scream, and I shouldn’t be afraid if my baby didn’t scream the second she got out.

Well, it turned out that she didn’t breathe on her own. She had a heartbeat, but was given oxygen for several minutes to help her breathe. I remember either going in and out of consciousness or sleep, still don’t know which, when they came in with her again and gave her to Husband. By that time I had lost more than a liter blood, my fingertips were turning blue and my blood pressure was dropping from 180/90-ish to 70/50, which is kind of, ehm, bad. I remember that I was shaking, but had also been told by a co-worker that she was shaking after she had had the baby, but a woman was trying to insert a venous catheter in my other arm and was telling me to keep still. And there were about 10 people in the room, running around, asking me questions like: «Can you feel this?», «How do you feel?» (the answer being: «Cold.») and «Hanna, can you hear me?», and I remember Husband crying, and I thought it was tears of joy, but he later told me he was afraid I would die.

I was sent to post-op observation for an hour or so, while Husband was with Emmy. And each time someone asked me how I was feeling I answered: «Thirsty.» And I must have asked that poor nurse a hundred times after something to drink, cause when I was awake and she came in and I was trying to wet my tongue in my non-existing saliva, she just said: «I’m sorry, but you can’t have anything to drink, yet.»

At least this story ends well, I got a visit from the proud dad and my daughter until he had to go home to take Aurora for a walk, and I had to rest for another two hours until I could see them again, but Emmy is well, and I had given birth without pain, so it was Husband who had the worst experience. He now doesn’t want me to give birth the normal way, but I’m opposed to cesarean sections if it’s not medically indicated, but we’ll have a while to figure that out 😉 What I do know is that I want more children 😀

You normally spend 3 days at the hospital here before you go home, but since it was New Years Eve the day after, I tried to convince the midwife to let me go earlier, but they wanted to take blood samples and monitor my blood pressure. New Years Eve was quiet. We were looking at the fireworks from our room, which had huuuge windows, while I was breastfeeding Emmy. Quite special for us 😉

I hugged Husband for a long time today. You kinda forget to take time for your man when you have a one-week-old demanding all your time. He didn’t hug me right back, just held his arms around me, and whispered: «I’m afraid you’ll break.» It broke my heart. He must have been through hell that morning.

Emmy, 4 days old

Induction

I was hoping little Baby Doe decided to say hello to the world on her official due date which was Dec 27th, but that didn’t happen. I did, however, have some contractions that didn’t go anywhere.

So we went to the checkup today. First I had another cardiotocography, which was fine, did an ultrasound that was fine (the baby’s weight was estimated to 3500 grams, that’s, btw, a bit scary as it was estimated to 3200 grams on the last ultrasound Dec 22nd), but the proteinuria was at 3+ and I still had a high blood pressure, so after a nasty pelvic exam (stripping my membranes) he told us I had preeclampsia, and I was going to get induced tomorrow.

It depends on what happens tonight, if the stripping helped, but I’m going to be a mom either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! 😀 Poor Baby being born at the end of the year though. At least now I have no reason for «holding her in» until New Years like everybody’s told me to 😛

I’m actually quite calm about it all. I kind of had a feeling they would induce me today, so it wasn’t such a shock for me, but Husband is a bit freaked out here now. I love him!

I’m a Mrs.!

Yesh, and I have been for a little while now. We got married on Sept 24th in Lisbon, Portugal. This is the short story:

The dress looked like too much boobies and too much belly, but I didn’t really care. I am pregnant. Husband looked very handsome in his suit, and that made me extra displeased with my dress but oh well.

On Thursday we drove to the embassy in a taxi, and Husband went first with his parents. I rode with my parents, but with the address we gave to the driver we ended up at the Brazilian embassy, and I started to panic. (We were a little late cause a girl has to have her breakfast, you know.) My response was: «No, NO, the Norwegian Embassy — Noruega, Noruega!» And he mumbled something about that this was the address I had given him, but drove along, and suddenly, down the road, was the Norwegian flag, and I pointed and told him: «THERE!!!» and he just nodded like: «Yeah, I know, I’ve seen it…»

We got married in the garden of the embassy, and it was perfect. There was only a tiny speech of what married life is all about, and a «Tee-hee, yes» from me, and a «Yes!» from Husband, and then we kissed, and signed a paper which could have been anything, cause I was in my own little world while standing there 🙂

And then we went around taking some pictures as we didn’t have a professional photographer, and then we had lunch. And theeen we went back to the hotel to shower cause it was over 30 degrees Celsius and we were sweaty. And then we had dinner at the Michelin star restaurant Eleven with waiters hovering in the background with water, wine and food almost too pretty to eat. We had at least 9 courses (we lost count after five), and everybody got super full, and I had to go to the toilet four times, and every time a waiter took my chair and gave me a new napkin, cause omg, I couldn’t use the same I had used before.

And many Portuguese people were saying: «Happy wedding, happy wedding!» and a drunk lady asked me if I had had any champagne, and couldn’t understand why not until I tapped my huge belly disguised under my huge dress.

And then we went to bed and my feet were swollen, and it was the best day ever.