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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYHQXo5eyp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931100014688959342</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:55:30.423-08:00</updated><category term="Arwen" /><category term="Noelle" /><category term="Kat" /><category term="food" /><category term="baby #2" /><category term="family" /><category term="random" /><title>This is mama Kat</title><subtitle type="html">Mumblings from a mommy of two girly girls</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mamamakat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://mamamakat.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3931100014688959342/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Kat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06523091096494502012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3RUwivXx_NA/TZbONZMCstI/AAAAAAAAAK4/op0JeJTM8uw/s220/IMG_0879.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ThisIsMamaKat" /><feedburner:info uri="thisismamakat" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNRnYzfyp7ImA9Wx5QGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931100014688959342.post-2361565533678306641</id><published>2010-09-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:53:17.887-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-07T22:53:17.887-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arwen" /><title>Arwen Symone</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is the birth story of our newest addition, Arwen Symone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I had sorta made peace with the fact that we were going to be induced on September 7, since Arwen's estimate due day came and went. &amp;nbsp;My mind was set that she's going to come that day. &amp;nbsp;At 1:10AM Sunday morning. While asleep, I felt this funny drizzle feeling, kinda like I was about to wet my bed. &amp;nbsp;I got up to the restroom and there's a small gush of water came down. &amp;nbsp;I thought, "hrmmm, does this mean my water just broke??" &amp;nbsp;When we had Noelle, my water didn't break until I was well into labor and having lots and lots of strong contractions. &amp;nbsp;My water broke when I was lying in the hospital bed and it felt like a water balloon popped. &amp;nbsp;So I was very confused with this one. &amp;nbsp;I called labor &amp;amp; delivery. &amp;nbsp;They told me to wear a pad and walk around for 30 minutes. &amp;nbsp;I did and nothing else happen. &amp;nbsp;No more leakage nor any sorta contraction. &amp;nbsp;So I called again. &amp;nbsp;And they told me to keep an eye on it and that's it. &amp;nbsp;I decided to go back to bed. &amp;nbsp;Just then I felt another small gush of water. &amp;nbsp;I knew it had to be my water. &amp;nbsp;So I called the hospital and they told me to come in. &amp;nbsp;Actually the rep told me the hospital may be full. &amp;nbsp;After checking with someone, she told me as long as no one else show up before me, I should have a room (eeek!). &amp;nbsp;I've never heard of hospital being full!! We quickly woke up my mom, so she can go watch Noelle for us and we headed out. &amp;nbsp;As I was walking out the door, I had another small gush of water, it was rather interesting. &amp;nbsp; Anyway, so off we went. &amp;nbsp;I had no contractions at all. &amp;nbsp;Got to the hospital checked myself in. &amp;nbsp;They sent me to the observation room. &amp;nbsp;They basically did some tests to make sure my bag of water did break and we'll go from there. &amp;nbsp;A few hours later, I was admitted. &amp;nbsp;They moved me to one of the birthing suite with me lying in bed. &amp;nbsp;We waited and waited, I didn't feel any contractions. &amp;nbsp;A doc came in and told me that they usually give the patients 6 hours from the moment her water breaks. &amp;nbsp;If no contraction starts, they suggest using Pitocin to get things going. &amp;nbsp;Or I may run the risk of infections. &amp;nbsp;So I was like, "Let's go for it!" I was tired of waiting anyway, lol. &amp;nbsp;They gave me Pitocin around 7AM. &amp;nbsp;I started to feel little bit of painful contractions, nothing major tho. &amp;nbsp;The nurse at the observation area found out that I didn't get to use epidural with Noelle because it was too late for me. So she highly encouraged me to ask for it as soon as I feel anything or feel uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;Same with the nurse in the birthing suite. &amp;nbsp;So I asked for epidural right away. &amp;nbsp;The anesthetic team came very quickly (they told me sometimes it takes 1 hr to get someone, so I should ask early) and the head doc was very smooth. &amp;nbsp;I got my epidural in no time and it felt sooo weird, but in a good way. I then felt asleep and when I woke up around 11:30AM, they told me I was already 9cm dilated. &amp;nbsp;I didn't feel a thing! That was the best part, lol. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The doc who checked me told me that I should be fully dilated soon. &amp;nbsp;She was going to check on me again in 1-2 hours, but told me to speak up if I feel any pressure or have urge to push. I felt something pretty soon right after, so I told the nurse, Michelle, who was our fav birthing nurse. &amp;nbsp;She asked if I want to start trying (was fully dilated), of course I said yes. &amp;nbsp;I want this kid to be out, lol. &amp;nbsp;We pushed for about 1 hour, nothing happened. &amp;nbsp;They said the baby was still pretty high up. &amp;nbsp;So they suggested me to take a break and try again later. &amp;nbsp;30 minutes later, we started pushing again. &amp;nbsp;Still nothing, but at least the epidural helped me not feeling any pain. &amp;nbsp;Around 3:30, the nurse changed shift, we were sad that Michelle didn't get to see our baby being born. &amp;nbsp;And this time, we had Carol as our nurse. &amp;nbsp;She's an older lady. &amp;nbsp;We pushed some more, still nothing. &amp;nbsp;They found out that the baby's head was not in the right or ideal position, which was also why all this pushing didn't progress much. &amp;nbsp;Her head was sorta "stuck" behind the bones. &amp;nbsp;Then Carol suggested that maybe we should turn off the epidural, so I can push more correctly and have more urge to push. &amp;nbsp;At first I didn't want to do it, I meant that's why I chose epidural, to not have to go thru the awful pain. &amp;nbsp;But Carol said that if I don't give up temporarily on epidural, I may have to have c-section. &amp;nbsp;Since she put it that way, I agreed to turn off the epidural. &amp;nbsp;She did say that we can turn it back on so I won't feel too uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;The epidural was off and pretty soon I started to feel the real deal. &amp;nbsp;At first they weren't so unbearable. &amp;nbsp;We tried different pushing positions and it seemed to work to my favor. &amp;nbsp;The pain started getting real strong tho, and they had to give me oxygen because I had been pushing for so long and baby didn't like all these pushing too much (her heart rate dropped every time we pushed). &amp;nbsp;So the doc asked me to push every other contraction. &amp;nbsp;It's not that easy to do. &amp;nbsp;When I had those strong contractions, it's a lot easier for me to push, if I don't, the pain was&amp;nbsp;excruciating. &amp;nbsp;But I had to follow their lead to keep Arwen safe, so I gave my best. &amp;nbsp;I guess the doc and the nurse really knew what they are doing, all these things we tried brought Arwen down and soon her head started to show. &amp;nbsp;I had to stop pushing for them to get the doc (Dr. March) in to deliver the baby. &amp;nbsp;The final step was the worst. &amp;nbsp;They had already turned the epidural back on, but I don't think it kicked back fast enough for me. &amp;nbsp;My energy was pretty much drained at that point too (close to 4 hours pushing). &amp;nbsp;I had to use every last drop of strength that's left in me to push this kiddie out. &amp;nbsp;I was this close to ask for help, to have them suck her out or something. &amp;nbsp;I really didn't think I could make it. &amp;nbsp;Finally at 5:33PM, I felt this baby on me and that's how I first met our newest addition, Arwen Symone. When we had Noelle, she decided to poop while still in me. &amp;nbsp;so as soon as she was born, they had to take her and clean her up, be sure she didn't suck in anything. &amp;nbsp;Cuz of that, I didn't get to hold her until much later and Dave didn't get to cut the&amp;nbsp;umbilical&amp;nbsp;cord. &amp;nbsp;This time around, I got to hold our baby the very moment she's born and Dave got to cut the cord. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome. &amp;nbsp;After a few minutes, they took Arwen to get her cleaned up and measure her size. We saw some black poo-poo on her&amp;nbsp;baby butts&amp;nbsp;and then I realized she had poo-pooed on me!!!! &amp;nbsp;What the heck?! My 2 kids, one pooed in me and the other on me :-P &amp;nbsp;Arwen was 8lb 2.8oz and 18.5 inches long. &amp;nbsp;She's 1 lb heavier than her big sis' birth weight, but also 1 inch shorter. &amp;nbsp;We've got one short and chubby kid, lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We are so thrilled to finally have her in our lives, our family is now complete :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-2361565533678306641?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle loves to repeat things that she learned.&amp;nbsp; So when she had hard poo-poo one time, we told her that she needs to drink more water, then her poo-poo won't be so hard.&amp;nbsp; So guess what she does now that she goes #2 every time?&amp;nbsp; She says "it's hard poo poo, need to drink more water, poo-poo won't be so hard." LOL, every single time!! And she always looks very serious when she says this, haha. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She loves to ask questions too and I guess that's how she learn and observe.&amp;nbsp; She sees me putting on makeup every morning.&amp;nbsp; At first Noelle said, "Oh no, boo-boo!"&amp;nbsp; I'll tell her it's not boo-boo, it's makeup!&amp;nbsp; Now she plays with two makeup brushes that I gave her and pretends putting on makeup, lol. She also likes to pretend washing her hands at her kitchen set.&amp;nbsp; Of course she'll wash her mouth too, cuz that's usually what we do when we wash her hands at the sink.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle goes to her summer Sunday School with the older kids (ages 2-5) and they watch this DVD series.&amp;nbsp; She now says "sooooo much!" cuz she learns that God loves you soooo much that He listens to your prayers. Or she says it when it means she loves you soooo much.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She's no angel 24/7 tho.&amp;nbsp; Miss Noelle still throws temper tantrum when things don't go her way.&amp;nbsp; She'll say "No! No!" and either hits the things around her or herself.&amp;nbsp; When it gets out of hand, we'll send her to time-out.&amp;nbsp; It's just any corner.&amp;nbsp; She knows she's in trouble and she'll say "no yelling screaming, time-out!" when she gets over her emotions.&amp;nbsp; Now she even sends us to time-out!&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I was throwing something on the ground, not in a mean way or anything, I guess I was just lazy :-P&amp;nbsp; And Noelle saw it said, "No throwing things on ground! Mommy time-out!"&amp;nbsp; LOL&amp;nbsp; We also aren't supposed to hit each other (mommy and daddy, even if we were totally joking around), Noelle will be the police and said "no hitting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ah, I love my silly daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-359316245031471093?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's super sweet when Noelle wakes up in the morning and tells me, "birdies singing!" when she hears the birds chirping outside.&amp;nbsp; :-)&amp;nbsp; Or just seeing her big smiles when I open up my eyes in the morning.&amp;nbsp; Yes, most of the time Miss Noelle wakes up before us (around 6:30).&amp;nbsp; But she doesn't come bug us like she used to do.&amp;nbsp; She'll either lay on her bed or just sitting on the top of our bed (without poking us).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Last week was our church's VBS and even tho Noelle is still a year too young to be attending it, she went to all the singing times and hung out with the college/high school kids.&amp;nbsp; She had a blast! I caught her singing and doing motions to some of the songs, it's the cutest thing.&amp;nbsp; She actually sings the words!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for her to be part of it next year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I think Noelle is slowly getting out of her shy self.&amp;nbsp; It usually takes her a while to warm up to people, but it's gotten better these days.&amp;nbsp; She loves her papa (Dave's dad) and always smiles and plays with him whenever she sees him.&amp;nbsp; She had such a good time last night at papa's house that she didn't wanna leave!&lt;br /&gt;
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Miss Noelle likes to joke around now.&amp;nbsp; And you can totally tell when she's doing that.&amp;nbsp; She'll say something and covers her mouth and says "noooo" while giggling.&amp;nbsp; For example, for some reasons she likes to say "daddy's home"&amp;nbsp; And when I said "no, daddy's still at work, but we'll see him soon."&amp;nbsp; She says "daddy's driving"&amp;nbsp; I say, "yup" Then she says "daddy's driving....milk!" and quickly says "nooooo" (while giggling).&amp;nbsp; It's so odd but very funny.&amp;nbsp; Or she'll pretend not wanting to give you kiss, but in the end she'll come and give you a big kiss.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes she even kisses my arm or shoulders :-P&amp;nbsp; And she can give pretty good massages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We worked on the baby room/guest room/office very hard last few weeks and it's coming together rather nicely.&amp;nbsp; Now we uses the changing table for real and it was a nice change, haha.&amp;nbsp; I think it makes it more real for Noelle to see a crib in the room and knowing it's for her little sister.&amp;nbsp; I'm telling her and showing her things that are for "mei-mei" (little sister in Chinese), and hopefully it'll help her to understand having a younger sibling soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Potty training on the other hand was a bust.&amp;nbsp; Miss Noelle won't get on her little potty or the kiddie toilet seat, and she refuses to wear pull-ups.&amp;nbsp; My mom said she's going to help us potty train Noelle when she comes (in a few weeks, yay!).&amp;nbsp; So hopefully we can start soon.&amp;nbsp; I think it's just hard that we are going in and out most of the time and it's probably easier if we do it when we are home for a long period of time.&amp;nbsp; Ah, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Baby girl is doing well.&amp;nbsp; She's active, but she likes to stretch and pushes out her feet instead of kicking/moving more.&amp;nbsp; When she kicks tho, it's so forceful that sometimes I literally moved forward, lol.&amp;nbsp; Our next dr. appointment is next week and we get an ultrasound!! I was so excited when they told me last time.&amp;nbsp; It's just to check the baby's position.&amp;nbsp; And I thought we don't get any more ultrasounds.&amp;nbsp; I just want to have one more peek at the baby before she comes :-P&amp;nbsp; It still shocks me that we'll be having a newborn again soon, but I hope this time it'll be more enjoyable for us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-3733730700297252362?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle likes to clean or help clean.&amp;nbsp; She helps me empty the dish washer every morning and almost always picks up her toys when she's done.&amp;nbsp; Of course, we have to sing the "clean up, clean up, everybody clean up" song.&amp;nbsp; She also likes to find random trash on the ground, usually it's a minuscule size of a lint and gives it to the mommy to throw away.&amp;nbsp; I guess she got that from her mommy, she's always picking up little pieces of crumbs on the ground :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Miss Noelle loves to read.&amp;nbsp; Her current fav book is "I'm a big sister".&amp;nbsp; She asks us to do "storytime" with her and wants to read this book over and over and over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Never gets tired of it.&amp;nbsp; Her previous fav book was "The tale of the three trees".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We are hoping that by reading "I'm a big sister", it'll really help her to learn about becoming a big sister soon.&amp;nbsp; We shall see.&amp;nbsp; There are times when she thinks "mei-mei" (Chinese for little sister) is in her tummy instead of in mommy's.&amp;nbsp; She goes to the library storytime every Wednesday with the mommy.&amp;nbsp; Noelle loves the story time, but she never wanted to participate (when they have the singing time and middle stretch).&amp;nbsp; She'll do all the motions and songs at home tho.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Coloring is one of her fav things to do at work.&amp;nbsp; She usually colors on my desk (she's literally sitting on my work desk), and uses markers/pens/pencils from the cup.&amp;nbsp; Noelle is very good with keeping the lid to the markers.&amp;nbsp; She usually crumbles the paper and then throws them away when she's done. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle loves to climb.&amp;nbsp; She can now climb out of her playpen at church and climbing onto the mommy's work desk.&amp;nbsp; She also likes to challenge the climbing walls/rails at the play structures.&amp;nbsp; We are definitely NOT ready for her to be climbing on the play structures yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Miss Noelle is learning and picking things up really fast now.&amp;nbsp; She remembers people's names and what their cars look like.&amp;nbsp; She always says "Isha" whenever we hear the neighbor's little baby girl cries.&amp;nbsp; And say "she's all better" or "playing with toys", when we told her Isha doesn't always cry :-P&amp;nbsp; Miss Noelle tells us when she gets an owie and we'll kiss it or she'll kiss it to make her feel better, sometimes she'll say "bye bye" to the owies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle loves Micky Mouse and she can actually say it together.&amp;nbsp; Some of the words/phrases she still has a hard time saying it together, but not Micky Mouse.&amp;nbsp; She'll put her little fists to her head and pretending she's Micky Mouse. It's really cute :-P&amp;nbsp; Of course, her daddy taught her to do that in the first place. &amp;nbsp; She likes to agree with you when you tell her something. She'll say "mmmm, OH, yeah".&amp;nbsp; Or repeats if you ask "what happened?"&amp;nbsp; She gets super excited when she sees her mommy or daddy.&amp;nbsp; She's equal-opportunity-ist, she cries when either one leaves the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We are not quite on track of potty train yet.&amp;nbsp; We have put her on the regular toilet (with the little kiddie seat over it) and she'll go number 2 sometimes, but not all the time.&amp;nbsp; And she's still a little afraid of the idea of sitting on the big toilet.&amp;nbsp; But she tells us before she starts going number 2 and tells us when she has number 1 and needs to "change diaper" (her exact words).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I guess we just need to keep on trying.&amp;nbsp; Noelle now uses regular dining chair when she eats dinner (breakfast and lunch are usually eaten by her kiddie table in the play area).&amp;nbsp; She knows whose chair it is but sometimes she likes to kick you out of your chair, by switching with you :-P&amp;nbsp; She eats pretty well most of the time.&amp;nbsp; Her current fav veggies are broccoli, cucumber (she calls it cabbage) and cabbage.&amp;nbsp; Loves pizza and is nuts about donuts.&amp;nbsp; Funny thing is that we've only let her eat donuts (mini size ones or donutholes) 2-3 times so far.&amp;nbsp; She'll ask us to go get donuts at the store randomly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Miss Noelle still loves to sleep in her "house" (little tent from IKEA).&amp;nbsp; She'll go in there by herself and falls asleep by herself.&amp;nbsp; When she wakes up, she stays in there as long as we want her to.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't get up until the mommy or the daddy goes in her tent and asks if she's all done with her nap.&amp;nbsp; Then she'll help bring her pillow/blanket/George back to her own bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I think I can go on and on and on with what Noelle's been doing lately, she is just really a joy to be with.&amp;nbsp; I love my girl to pieces!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Baby girl on the other hand is very active these days.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was kicking and moving all day yesterday, I don't think she had napped at all!&amp;nbsp; I guess she really can hear the outside world now, because the other day I turned on the washer and she jumped.&amp;nbsp; I guess the unexpected noise startled her :-P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She also likes to kick around when Noelle is playing near me.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope these two will get along well when baby #2's out.&amp;nbsp; Just under 3 months, we'll be able to bring home another baby.&amp;nbsp; Physically I'm totally ready to have this child now, it really is getting more and more uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp; But if you ask me if I'm ready to be a mommy of two, the answer is NO! I don't know if I'll ever be ready, but we'll definitely work something out along the way ;-)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It took me 8 hours to have Noelle, from start to finish (the moment I felt contractions to her came out).&amp;nbsp; I think it'd be even shorter if Noelle didn't have a large head, haha. I sure hope I'll get another fast labor with baby #2. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;*Edited to add*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle is our Miss Independent.&amp;nbsp; She likes to do things herself.&amp;nbsp; She constant says "self", which means she wants to do it all by herself.&amp;nbsp; This includes taking off her shirt, laying down to be changed, climbing, and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-7172771352204223767?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Hav burday to you, hav burday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hav burday.....CJ (the birthday boy's name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hav burday to you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hopefully she'll actually sing it tomorrow at the party.&amp;nbsp; Miss Noelle is known for stranger shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On the other hand, baby girl has been kicking a lot lately and is getting heartier.&amp;nbsp; But she's only a little over 22 weeks.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if she's gonna be running or walking around in my tummy later on.&amp;nbsp; Oy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;GIRL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yup, a little sister for Miss Noelle.&amp;nbsp; I'm not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed when I was looking at the ultrasound.&amp;nbsp; I knew it's probably a girl, since I didn't see any "pointer", lol.&amp;nbsp; And then the technician confirmed it.&amp;nbsp; The husband was more excited than I am.&amp;nbsp; Bless his heart :-P&amp;nbsp; I just really want to see a mini-him running around.&amp;nbsp; Granted, Noelle looks very much like her daddy, but you know.&amp;nbsp; We did only plan on having just 2, so don't mind me for wanting to have one of each!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So the appointment was on Tuesday morning.&amp;nbsp; We both took the morning off, so we can go to the hospital together.&amp;nbsp; We ended up having to wait a little bit and I really needed to use the restroom for the 2nd time since arriving at the hospital.&amp;nbsp; But I had to wait in case they call me in.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, finally went in and the technician was very friendly.&amp;nbsp; She lets us film the session, as long as we don't include her.&amp;nbsp; Of course we wouldn't!&amp;nbsp; This is all about our child! lol.&amp;nbsp; So the baby was doing very well, everything looks good.&amp;nbsp; We even get to see her little feet, nice and clear.&amp;nbsp; At one point, she was even looking straight at us, we could almost see her face.&amp;nbsp; She was upside down, a most common positions for the babies.&amp;nbsp; It must be comfy or something being upside down for them.&amp;nbsp; Her profile looks very much like Miss Noelle, but we'll see how much the sisters look alike when the baby comes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They moved up our due date from September 1 to August 31.&amp;nbsp; Our due date with Noelle was moved up a whole week, so I was kinda sad that the due date didn't change much this time around :-P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember how uncomfortable I got toward the very end of my last pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; And this time it's gonna be in the summer heat, OY!&amp;nbsp; Hopefully baby #2 will come at a good time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We have a wedding in mid-August, let's see if I could make it with my huge baby bump and the possibility to pop at the wedding, haha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Still enjoying the 2nd trimester, I'm 18 weeks as we speak.&amp;nbsp; I can feel the baby's moving more often and clearer now.&amp;nbsp; The movements are still very gentle and light, but I know soon enough it'll be more forceful and stronger.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry, my bads, totally forgot to include this little youtube video -&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Noelle is quite picky about her yogurt tho.&amp;nbsp; At home all she wants to have is her yobaby yogurt.&amp;nbsp; But she'll eat whatever brand of yogurt we pack at the daycare.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know why.&amp;nbsp; We've tried a couple brands of kiddie yogurt and yokids yogurt, no luck so far.&amp;nbsp; But I must say, some kiddie yogurt are real nasty, very artificial.&amp;nbsp; Yobaby definitely tastes a lot better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Still no tv for Noelle, well at least at home it is.&amp;nbsp; I know sometimes they put on some kids show at the daycare.&amp;nbsp; But since Noelle only goes there a couple of days a week, it's fine with me.&amp;nbsp; But I'm so glad it seems like she's no longer needing tv to entertain her.&amp;nbsp; She can play with her toys better now and is more interactive.&amp;nbsp; She still asks for tv once in a while, but it's a lot easier to distract her with some toys or activities.&amp;nbsp; Noelle is most certainly an outdoor girl.&amp;nbsp; She loves going outside.&amp;nbsp; Running, jumping, and climbing.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what I'm gonna do when it gets much hotter and warmer.&amp;nbsp; Because she always want me to go play with her.&amp;nbsp; She'll ask me to go upstairs and then she'll push me down the slide.&amp;nbsp; Lot of running around!! It's getting harder with my growing belly :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We just got the VBS song CD last Sunday and Noelle really loves it!&amp;nbsp; She says "dance!" when the CD starts and we'll just do some silly ballroom dances together, I'll twirl her around and she absolutely loves it.&amp;nbsp; Too bad she's still too young to be in VBS this year.&amp;nbsp; But I know she'll at least have a blast during the music time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We still go to the library story time every Wednesday.&amp;nbsp; Noelle loves it there, she always says "library" every week on our way there.&amp;nbsp; However, she won't ever participate the activities.&amp;nbsp; They start with this rhyme for the story time and Noelle doesn't want to do it and won't let me do it either.&amp;nbsp; And when they have the middle stretch time, she just want to sit in my lap.&amp;nbsp; I hope she'll open up and feel more comfortable there soon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm considering signing Noelle up for the gym class.&amp;nbsp; It's just more things to do for her and there's a free play time at that gym during the week.&amp;nbsp; We've been there for a couple of birthday parties and we all enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; Too bad the gym class is about $80 per month (meet once a week plus a free play period).&amp;nbsp; If I give up my cell phone plan, then I can totally afford it, lol.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; We shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Less than 2 weeks until we find out what we are having!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-3722667902459888720?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is definitely a much different and difficult pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; With Noelle, I had no morning sickness or feeling at all sick.&amp;nbsp; But this time around, I have morning sickness at night time.&amp;nbsp; I'd felt really nauseous, sometimes even felt like I was about to puke.&amp;nbsp; My appetite was not that great at night time.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time, after I made the dinner, I was not in the mood to eat it.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's why I haven't gain much weight, I think my weight may have stayed the same so far.&amp;nbsp; I'm definitely showing already tho, that was kinda sucky and shocking, haha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first pregnancy I couldn't wait to start showing and look more pregnant.&amp;nbsp; And this time around, I think I looked pregnant just a few weeks into my pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; I guess your body has some kinda memory thingy built in and went right into where they were :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I didn't have any craving last time.&amp;nbsp; But if you really want count it, I'll say I loved Sprite a little more. &amp;nbsp; However, baby #2 made me having all these crazy cravings!!&amp;nbsp; I've gone thru a phase when I want to put vinegar in everything I eat, a phase when I want tangy things, a phase when I absolutely love Safeway's blueberry muffins (still like them tho, but not as crazy now, haha), and now I'm in the ketchup phase.&amp;nbsp; I want to put ketchup in everything I eat.&amp;nbsp; If I could get my hands on some ketchup chips, I think I'll be eating them all day.&amp;nbsp; Any food aversion?&amp;nbsp; Oh yea, big time.&amp;nbsp; Chicken is out, unless it's McD's nuggest, cuz they don't taste like chicken.&amp;nbsp; And pork is on the fence.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes strong food smell still drives me nuts, I guess it all depends on my mood.&amp;nbsp; There's nights when I get really hungry but I had no idea what I want to eat, or should I say, what I can eat without making me feeling sick afterwards.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today was the 2nd prenatal visit.&amp;nbsp; I thought I'd get another mini ultrasound to see the baby, but I guess that was last time with a different Kaiser campus.&amp;nbsp; They only used the fetal doppler to listen to heartbeat.&amp;nbsp; The nurse practitioner was moving around trying to the baby.&amp;nbsp; And she found him/her at the lower left side of my belly.&amp;nbsp; The heartbeat was definitely strong and healthy.&amp;nbsp; The NA thought the baby kicked the fetal doppler because there's a couple of non-heartbeat noises.&amp;nbsp; She asked if I could feel the baby kicking already?&amp;nbsp; At this point (when the baby is still really small), I really couldn't tell if it's the baby or gas, hahahaa.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to start feeling the baby moving and kicking tho, that's one of the best part being pregnant!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So our dating ultrasound is scheduled March 30.&amp;nbsp; I'm really hoping we will get to find out what we are having.&amp;nbsp; I don't like surprises, so this is killing me :-P&amp;nbsp; And I can't believe I won't be seeing my doctor until sometime in May!&amp;nbsp; I guess 2nd trimester is nothing to worry about, either that or they aren't worrying about me too much since this is my 2nd time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We continue to teach Noelle the concept of being a big sister and having a little baby around.&amp;nbsp; Now if I ask her, "Where is the baby?"&amp;nbsp; She'll say "baby" and come plant a kiss on my belly.&amp;nbsp; It's the cutest and sweetest thing ever.&amp;nbsp; Miss Noelle also loves and is very interested in other babies.&amp;nbsp; She'll stick around to look at the baby, if we get any at the church nursery.&amp;nbsp; I'm still not sure if she'll get jealous with a new comer tho.&amp;nbsp; The other day I was hold a friend's son's hand (he's about Noelle's age), and Noelle had to hold my other hand.&amp;nbsp; Well, I guess we'll see.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So far the estimate due date is September 1, 2010.&amp;nbsp; Last time they moved up the due date after the dating ultrasound, so they may do it again this time.&amp;nbsp; And Miss Noelle came a week early too.&amp;nbsp; So my guess is that baby #2 will most likely arrive sometime in August.&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe I'll be at my biggest, the most uncomfortable stage when it's the hottest of the year.&amp;nbsp; Lovely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-6169128410437292948?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, I was really hoping I can have some pics on this post, but I guess not.  So we have a little picky eater!!  It's getting harder to figure out what we shall give Miss Noelle.  Well, she's not THAT picky, but to the point we hope she could be a little better with her choices.  She really likes pasta and rice, everything else is all up to her mood.  She also is a miss independent.  Miss Noelle wants to feed herself.  It's good that she wants to work on using the utensils to eat, but it also gets pretty messy.  She'll eat from my forks tho, so that works.  I've been trying to give her more veggie and fruits, but she usually will just spit it out or eat very very little of those.  And apparently she doesn't like L&amp;amp;L's BBQ chicken either :-P  But we had jamba last week and she LOVED it.  She was a smoothie nazi and took my jamba and won't give back.  She likes Orange Dream Machine (my fav as well).  We are thinking of making our own smoothie and maybe toss in some fruits and veggie and see if she'll drink them.  We don't have a juicer tho, I want to make veggie juice for her.  I don't think blender works as well, cuz you get the pulps and I bet Miss Noelle will shake her head at the pulps :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she loves to shake her head.  She nods her head once in a blue moon, but shaking her head is her fav.  Sometimes she'll shake her head too fast and regrets it right away, lol.  Today the daycare called me up and they told me Miss Noelle had bit her tongue while playing.  She bleed quite a bit but was all better.  She apparently had lunch and was napping, so I guess it didn't bother her too much.  My little brave girl!! She is now more active and loves to run around, that means chances of her getting hurt increase tremendously.   We just gotta keep an eye on her.  She also loves to "talk", still no actual words yet.  But boy does she love to yap!  There's this one time, we were just sitting by her big girl bed and talk.  Miss Noelle held the whole conversation, she "talks" and "talks" and "talks" to the daddy (without much stopping in between).  It was sooo cute! But if she doesn't start saying actual words soon, I think I may have to worry.  Her 18-month check up is next week, so we'll see what the doc says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also on the process of helping her to get rid of bottle.  We now offer her milk in a Elmo sippy cup and give it to her at every meal.  She still doesn't drink much milk from it, but hopefully this will help her to get used to the cup.  We still can't get rid of the bottle completely, cuz otherwise she won't get much milk.  She doesn't need as much milk now, but does need enough in her system each day.  Miss Noelle decided not to like brushing her teeth as much now either.  She used to love brushing her teeth with the little kiddie toothbrush.  Now she'll shake her head and won't open her mouth.  I had to use this little rubber thingy with the brush on the top and it fits on my index finger. I basically just stick my finger in her mouth and brush that way.  She actually lets me do that, but she'll bite me every now and then.  And have I told you she's a hard biter?  It HURTS!  Ah the joy of being a mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-8891182345481520133?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought she was just tired, since she didn't have her regular nap in the afternoon.  So the daddy put her down and she felt asleep.  I went in to check on her in a few minutes and thought she felt kinda warm.  Took her temp and she was 102.  So I let her slept until she woke up on her own.  She was just really out of it for the rest of the night.  I'll hold her in my arms and she'd fall sleep, kinda in and out.  Finally I put her down at 8:30 and she almost passed out immediately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up and Miss Noelle seemed to be much better, back to her silly self.  So we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I need to get some cabinet and organizing stuff.  We spent a few hours there and towards the end, Miss Noelle was getting fussy.  We took her temperature again when we got home, she was getting warm again.  And then for the rest of the night she was just crying none-stop.  It's not the normal fussy cries either, it's the loud why-are-you-leaving-me kinda panic cries.  She was chewing on her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; so we thought maybe she was teething.  But she never act like this when she teethes.  And she won't touch her milk either, luckily she'll drink some water from her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup.  But it wasn't much either.  And eating was basically out of the question.  That night, she'd sleep for 30 minutes or 1 hour and woke up crying, freaking out.  We barely had any sleep, it was very exhausting and frustrating.  The daddy decided to take her to see a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. to figure out what's wrong.  And turned out, she was having some molars coming in and it's probably the worst kind of teething for them kiddies.  Molars are the largest teeth in your mouth and picture having those cutting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; your flesh.  Yea, not very fun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor suggested us to use children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;motrin&lt;/span&gt;, it's much stronger than infant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tylenol&lt;/span&gt;.  We also found this teething tablets that you can get at most drugstores.  The combination of these drugs really eased Miss Noelle's discomfort.  She fell asleep last night and was able to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the night.  We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; thankful!  She is still going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the teething part, but she's really getting back to her normal self.  She is drinking and eating more again, hopefully she'll get those pounds back.  Miss Noelle kinda lost some weights since she wasn't eating or drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were reading things about teething online when we were trying to find home remedies.  And I read it somewhere that it's normally around 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; that you get your first sets of molars.  Miss Noelle is 15.5 months, so I guess it's about time.  Wish I had known that earlier tho, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It's really scary to see your kid suffering and not knowing exactly what's going on.  Being a parent is no easy task and I think it's supposed to get harder.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3931100014688959342-710892639210464035?l=mamamakat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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