Monday, January 5, 2009

The more things change, the more they stay the same....

I had so much fun writing this and sharing it with friends on a homeschool forum I decided to put it here with some pictures to enjoy another day.

I was reminiscing recently about how the way I laid my infants down to sleep at night changed with each baby (they were about three years apart.)

The first baby (Nathan) was to be laid on his tummy (which worked lovely, though it was a bit of a trick to not wake him up after I had nursed him to sleep). In the picture above you can see how content he slept with his thumb securely in his mouth propped by the bed underneath him.

This photo is further documentation that I obeyed the baby sleeping on the tummy rule (of 1989) and that I once had dark hair - though I don't think it ever quite that dark (and if it showed more of me, it would also document that I used to be downright skinny.)

By the time the second child (Joel) was born it was determined that babies lying on their stomachs could possibly suffocate in a wrinkled sheet or under their baby blanket, so infants were now to be laid on their backs. I was horrified at my ignorance with my first child and thought regretfully of all those times I'd woken him up trying carefully to put him down on his stomach. But I decided my overriding attitude should be one of thankfulness that he had survived.
 
I quickly learned, though, that babies laid on their backs also often jolt awake when slipped out of their mothers' warm arms onto cold sheets, but alas....I did not fail to obey this new rule until baby #2 managed to turn himself over and I knew I was now released from this burden of putting him down "correctly".

I evidently didn't document the child sleeping on back technique, but I was relieved to find many pictures of Joel sleeping contentedly:

On Granny B's shoulder

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On Grandma A's shoulder

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Nestled into Grandpa B

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In Ricia's sling, even

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And Greg tried to get Joel (and many other babies) to sleep with his "Double Thump". You know...come to think of it, maybe it's not that we were all that skinny, but rather our glasses were all that BIG.

Then when my third son was born imagine my surprise to learn that babies were to be put to sleep on their sides. The nurse actually told me this with a straight face, but when I laughed out loud she explained to me that babies laid down on their backs sometimes drown (on their own saliva? spit-up? - it's been 13 years, so memory fails) so now they were to sleep on their sides. Being corrected by someone who was so obviously "in the know" and I was a mere mother three times over, for some reason I decided I'd better heed the nurse's instructions. (Only the Lord knows how the second child survived as he was a big spitter-upper).

Sure enough. I found this picture of Ben in his hospital bassinet sleeping peacefully on his side.

So after arriving home and propping baby Ben up against the side of the crib I thought, "The only way this child is going to be guaranteed to lay on his side all night is to strap him to the railing!" Something about that went against my mother-nature, (and besides...I didn't have anything to tether him to the crib with and that beautiful soft baby bumper was in the way even if I wanted to do this unnatural thing).

Not to be undone by what appeared to me to be a bit of a mystery, I decided to put him in the middle of the crib, roll up a blanket for the front of him and a blanket for the back. It appeared to work, so I propped him up thus to spend his first night wrapped snugly in his baby blanket, semi-suspended like a single book between two book ends - hoping the poor thing didn't develop a crick in his neck.

I worried all night that he might suffocate if he somehow rolled over forward in his sleep or drown if he rolled backwards. After that restless first night I decided to just lay him down however the mood struck from then on (right side up or upside down) and trust that down through the ages children had survived (and, sadly...died) no matter how their loving parents laid them down; and regardless of what I did to care for mine properly in my awake hours, they were entrusted to their guardian angels during the hours the rest of the household slept.

Twenty years later, I am happy to report that they all survived. And having solid (some might say fat), healthy babies, I was a doubly blessed momma because they all were sleeping through the night by 4 weeks of age. One of them began sleeping through the night at 2 weeks. Incredible, I know and I'm sure the baby doctors and nurses would have something to say about that too. I LOVED the baby stage and found it most enjoyable when I relied on my mother instincts and common sense and put the experts in their proper place.

It must have been during this period of having my babies that I firmly grew suspicious of how "expert" were the experts. By the time my babies reached school age, I was oh - so ripe for homeschooling.

Friday, December 12, 2008

It's Beginning to Look a Little Like Christmas

It's been a loooong time since I've participated in Kelli's Show & Tell, but in the midst of the mess of fixing yet another water problem, I've decided to spend a few minutes contemplating some lovely things.

We have some sweet Christmas ornaments and my youngest son still enjoys decorating the tree with me and reminiscing over each one as it's unwrapped. Here are just some of my favorite ornaments (some are hand-made, some old and precious - and some are both!)


This star ornament is from Greg's childhood. Waaay back when those big lights were all anyone had, this ornament was to be hung just above one of them and the heat rising from the bulb would cause the whirly-gig inside to turn. Cute.




And this beaded ornament is also from Greg's childhood. It honestly looks like something someone might make today.





This Victorian-looking ornament was made by yours truly nearly 20 years ago.




I needle pointed this bird many, many years ago -- probably 25 or more. Memory fades.





This was stitched up (along with several others) in the early 80's -- when candlewicking made a come-back. Does anyone do candlewicking anymore?  Does anyone know why it's called candlewicking?




And here is a sample of some crewel work that I used to love to do. Again, over 20 years ago. I'm not sure I have the eyesight or the patience to do this kind of work today, but I do love it.




And I made a number of these sweet little cross-stitched, sampler ornaments...oh, about 15 years ago, I'd guess.



I stitched up a bunch of these bears almost 20 years ago (using a variety of Christmas prints) when a friend and I decided to sell some hand-made goodies at a craft show. I've given so many of these away -- I wonder where they have all ended up. ;^)




This was one of the first ornaments the boys and I did together (it's older than it looks).  We made several.  We simply took an old jigsaw puzzle, glued the pieces together, spray painted it green, added a bell and a bow and voila! A cute little wreath.




And the boys and I made these a couple years ago. Just a white feather and some white/clear sparkles in a glass ball. Very simple.  Kind of elegant.


And I've saved my favorites for last:


These two store-bought balls are probably from the 60's. I'm amazed they have been preserved so well.
 





And this geo-ball (below) was ahead of its time. It was made lovingly by Greg's mother many years ago out of old Christmas cards - and I'm glad she passed a couple of these along to us. I want to try my hand at making one someday. I found this tutorial on-line and it doesn't look too hard, but I like ours better. I think the different-textured gold cards make this one look beautiful.




Hope you enjoyed a small sampling of ornaments from our tree. Visit Kelli at There's No Place Like Home to see what others have decided to show and tell this time around.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Taking Stock

Ben has one 4-H project for next year done already! I think that might just be a record - for this family. This stock car model with many, many decals is the hardest model he's worked on to date.

That little guy is Tony Stewart, in case you wondered (or if you're like me and didn't have a clue who #20 was.)

The big guy is Ben - who's pretty pleased with a job well done!

Monday, November 24, 2008

The Older I Get, The Harder I Hurt

Here's the owie I got recently:

A displaced complete radial collateral ligament avulsion with associated injury to the sagittal band of the metacarpophalangeal joint of the small finger, if left untreated, may result in chronic pain, instability, weakness, and deformity. A case of a displaced radial collateral ligament that ruptured through the radial sagittal band of the small finger, with resultant injury to the extensor mechanism, is described and discussed with a review of the literature. Proper identification of this injury by physical exam and imaging studies along with surgical repair is associated with good outcome. Keywords Metacarpophalangeal - Collateral ligament - Avulsion

Translation: I hurt my pinky.

Actually, the worst part of my injury was between the joints of my third and fourth fingers.  I pulled a ligament and with the ligament came a bone fragment. I saw it with my own eyes - on the x-ray.  I know....it makes me a bit queasy too. Amazingly, though, the treatment is to tape the two fingers together like so:



It's not very dainty, but it works and I am so glad the doc expects it to heal up on its own --- eventually.


Greg was really hoping the doctor was going to tell me to lay off the computer for a while. Imagine his surprise when she said typing on a keyboard shouldn't hurt it a bit - as long as I'm not causing strain to the injured area on my hand.


It took me a week or so, but I eventually learned to type with this minor limitation. When I get really impatient, I untape the top of the fingers, but most of the time I keep them faithfully snugged together. And I sleep in a custom made splint that keeps my hand bent at a 90 degree angle (or that's the idea, anyway). I shudder at the thought of what that little baby is going to cost.
Meanwhile, ring man and tall man are getting real cozy and familiar with each other and my pinky is as free as a bird -- even if it does get a little cold from time to time.
And I've learned to never try to stop my fall (up the stairs) by flinging my hand wildly at the door frame. The door frame is not going to help me.