JOHN ROTH (November 2, 1944 - September 5, 2009) carved a lasting memory on the hearts of his loved ones and friends. Especially in the carving community, John is remembered as a premier Chip Carver whose quiet and sincere friendship endeared him to all who knew him.
As a tribute to his memory and in appreciation for his precise, delicate and beautiful art of Chip Carving, photographs of his carvings are presented here with humble gratitude for having known him. These photographs were from Artistry in Wood, Dayton, Ohio and Dollywood Carving Showcase Shows from 2005 through 2008.
WITH GRATITUDE WE SAY, “THANK YOU, JOHN.”
I flipped her over, tucked her back in and she never woke up.
So I love my Beaba Babycook! I know it is not a necessary mommy item and is rather pricey at $150 + tax and $60+ tax for 3 freezing containers but I say it is well worth the money. It is BPA free and dishwasher safe. It is so much fun!!
So the past week Little C has been known as the Anti-napper. In fact, as I am typing this she is trying desperately not to nap. Apparently there are more interesting things going on in world besides sleep. As a mommy, I would disagree with that most of the time. Oh how she will look back on this someday and wish that all she could do was nap. To bad for me she thinks otherwise.
She has always been a good sleeper until recently. The problem is that she has learned how to keep herself awake. Although this is a life skill she will need later on when studying for tests and writing papers she dies not need this skill at 6 months of age. I know she just wants to play but really, I just want to tell her 'you are going to eventually fall asleep will you please just get it over with and stop squealing'. She always ends up falling asleep whether it be after 5 minute or a painstaking 45. I am really hoping this is a phase and she goes back to being my little sleepy bunny again.
So I decided to try little C on a full lactose formula. My first little experiment on our girlie. She seems to be doing rather well. I started with 1/3 new and 2/3 old and she did not have any problems so after several days I switched it to 2/3 new to 1/3 old. We will do this ratio until the old formula is gone. I estimate that to be about another few weeks or so. At that point we will do the full lactose formula.
I am rather excited she is taking to it so well since it is much less expensive than her other formula and it mixes a lot easier.
It has been several weeks and she is doing great and an added bonus...you can get her new formula at Costco...yippie! I love saving money!
So little C was healthy but not all that happy. I would not say she had colic; a word which is a pet peeve of mine for there is a reason your baby is unhappy making you crazy by their screaming. So I was going nuts! I was calling my hubby and mom several times a day in tears over being a mom and thinking I made the worst mistake of my life (it was not the worst mistake, little C is very loved) and convincing myself that it would get better. She was eating/sleeping every 2 hours or so around the clock meaning that I was getting maybe 2-3 hours of combined sleep a day. I was exhausted to say the least.
At 5 weeks I had an almost nervous breakdown. Little C was constantly hungry, hiccuping, spitting up, and crying...something had to give. We had a meeting involving my mom and my hubby about this. They though we should try formula at the night feeding. Having been dead set on nursing for a year and very anti-formula I had been opposed but was finally willing to give it a try. We got some formula that had reduced lactose and broken down protein for soy is not an option for me to give to my kido. The next night I packed my stuff up, including little C's stuff, and moved in with my mom for a few nights to give me some rest since hubby had to work during the day.
Night 1: gave her formula at her bedtime feeding about 11pm and she slept until 4am. It was on the verge of being a miracle. She had not slept that long ever. At that point I nursed her and she started her every 2 hour, hiccuping thing again. Hum.
Night 2: gave her formula at bedtime and middle of the night feeding and she slept until 7am. Hum, she slept longer and was much happier. I still nursed her during the day and pumped.
Night 3: same as night 2 but during the day we gave her formula while I pumped: a new child was born! There were no hiccups, little spit up, and she was happy. She ate every 3 hours and slept more.
From that point on we did formula and I would supplement her with breast milk that I had pumped. This caused problems every time I did the supplementation. After about a month of it I stopped for a few days to see what would happen: no spit up or hiccups. Tearfully, I poured my month+ supply of frozen milk down the drain. Still saddens me.
We are now a formula family, kinda sad to say but there are worst things out there. My little C is now happy, rarely has tummy gas, hiccups, or any of the problems she had on my milk. We found out that the problem was both that she had a lactose intolerance and I was not producing enough to meet her demands wich = a very unhappy, hungry little C.
So the first week was a big blur for me. Time did not matter anymore. My clock was now set to little C's time. By the time we got home from my midwife's house, I had not slept in 60 hours so I was tired to say the least. Thank goodness for adrenaline! Now started the cycle of round the clock feedings and diaper changes...feedings every 2 hours for little C, sigh. She cluster fed in the evenings from 9pm until 2am...yikes. I will never forget the one evening that came and went with us awake until 5am with a crying hungry baby who would not stop eating. The is nothing a parent can do but accept such a fate and give into the needs of a newborn.
I think of myself as a fairly strong person, emotionally that is, but I must say I was beat down by my daughter. Mommyhood was a hard thing to swallow for me, which was strange since I wanted to be a mommy. I did want I had to because I had , knowing it would get better but it was still unimaginably hard. Oh, I forgot to mention that after the surgery I had to have help going to the bathroom, almost passed out every time I took a shower, it was all I could do to sit on a mound of foamy pillows on the couch without cringing. This pain slowly got better but it made it all worse. I remember the joy of post-baby hormones where I would be both crying and laughing at the same time...this lasted for weeks.
Often times I felt like an island in my world. No one told me how lonely mommyhood can be even when you are surrounded by a great support network. There are just so many times when only mommy will do, especially when nursing....this was a hard pill for me to swallow.
so this might be a little graphic so beware...22hours of labor three of which were pushing...
So 40 weeks went and passed. At this point I was convinced that I was going to be pregnant and bloated forever. It is not fun being the hugely pregnant at the end of September in the South but I am very thankful for air conditioning. I was bored so I went over to my mom's to rearrange her furniture...crazy you may say but I also finished the upstairs addition of a bedroom, two closets, and a bathroom mostly by myself with the help of my mother while pregnant also. That evening I was getting ready for bed about 10:30pm and was doing my usual going to the bathroom a few times before bed. This time I peed more than I ever had but thought nothing of it at first (I have a large bladder) until I saw this white stuff in the toilet but no blood. I thought it was weird but continued to get ready for bed. A few minutes later I had to go potty again and the same thing happened. I called my mom who thought my water had broken. Then my husband called my midwife who told me to get in the car and start heading to Chattanooga. So my mom drove to our house, the car was packed, my Depends were on, car seat covered with a shower curtain and towels, kitties fed, house locked, and was headed to Carolyn's by 11:30 that night.
The car ride was uneventful. I was having contractions every 10 minutes or so and they lasted about 1 minute. We got there, she put us to bed and I tried to sleep...haha. I woke up about 7am in incredible discomfort. I tried to eat but do not remember what. I stood in the shower for what seemed like forever and it was both comforting and utterly painful as I felt like my rear was going to fall off during each contraction. Somewhere around the same time I went #2 and I must say that I did not know I could go that much...truly amazing to the point that I was wierded out a little.
The day was spent with me sitting on the edge of the bed moaning loudly. I would not let anyone tough me or talk to me unless my midwife had to take vital signs but even that was a stretch. My poor hubby was not allowed to leave the room but nor could he touch or talk to me. I hushed all noises and plotted how I could torture and kill the barking dog down the street (I am an animal lover when not in labor and the dog was not harmed). Going pee was torture and I am thankful I did not do structural damage to her windowsill or tp dispenser which were in my death grip at many points. Overall I tried to remain calm because with out that the contractions were many times worse.
Hours passed. Time seemed nonexistent that day. I was so 'in the zone' that nothing else mattered.
At some point I ended up in the tub which felt nice but my legs kept going numb and I did not push very well there so I cane out. I think the overall order of placed to push were tub, stool, bed, then stool. As effective as the stool was I hated it. It was painful to my rear and needed a better design. Anyway, pushing lasted three hours. I was tired, sweaty, and wanted it to be over with. I remember saying 'help me' a lot but I was told I have to give birth for them to make it feel better....true but not what I wanted to hear. Finally, I felt the head quickly move through my pelvic region and out a head popped. The rest of her squirted out almost immediately. Wow what a relief! She was placed on my left thigh, pink and crying. It was 8:55pm on Saturday.
It took us a minute to figure out we did not know if she was a boy or girl (we never found out with an ultrasound). When we saw that she was a girl we were so happy. Up until that moment I did not think I cared but I soon realized that I would have been disappointed wither any other outcome. hum... Anyway, she had a double APGAR score of 10..yea.
I handed her to my hubby, stood up to go over to the bed to deliver the placenta when a huge gob of blood (2 cups worth) came out at once all over her wood floors in once big splat. I was shocked, sat down and the next thing I know I was given some herbal stuff and shot in the leg a few times with pitocen to stop the bleeding. On my second attempt I made it to the bed adn the placenta delivery was wierd, gross, and something I would rather forget. I will say that it felt great after it was out. It all leaves you with this empty feeling...not emotionally...but space wise, rather wierd.
I think after that I fed little girlie, ate a pizza and a micro meal, drank gobs of oj and water, and was quite relieved. My midwife checked me for tearing. it was one of the worst she had seen. I had double 3rd degree tears internally, ones an episiotomy would not have prevented. I had to go to the hospital via our car. I almost passed out several times on the way to the car but I made it. When we got to the hospital ~1am I was checked in, processed, and brought to surgery. Little girlie was left at the house with my mom, hungry, and confused. It took them over an hour to stitch me up. I do not remember any of it. Little girlie was brought back to my room to nurse and I was discharged about 7am.
We left our midwife's house about 3pm and were home by 6pm after stopping at a drugstore to get my prescription and going somewhere to eat. The trip home was uncomfortable even with sitting on a pillow and prescription painkillers.
It was then that the true adventure was to begin...
