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Speaking of poo (we were?), can someone explain this to me? After Amy was born, her poo was a horrible black-green sludgy stuff, which is understandable, seeing as she had just spend 9 months gestating upside-down in a belly full of goo. Then, shortly after she switched to the formula, the poo had turned a pleasant (???) shade of butter-yellow . Also understandable, as formula is a white-ish colour, which could feasibly go yellow-ish in the digestion process. Now, riddle me this. Why has her poo now turned a strange green colour? Don't you need blue to make green? There's abolutely nothing blue in her diet what-so-ever. Go figure. Anyhoo, now that I've got my new video camera back from the shop after getting fixed... oh yeah, I didn't tell you about that. A month after buying my new video camera, the sound playback from the camera packed it in, and also the memory card stopped working. This didn't actually stop the camera from working, just disabled a few options. This is about 2 weeks before Amy was born, mind you. I took it in to get it repaired under warranty, letting them know that I needed it back in 2 weeks to film my new baby. 2 weeks later, Amy was born so I called the repair shop and was told that the guy who fixes the cameras was away on holiday and will have a look at it next week. Next week, I called them up again, and he said that they had to order in some parts and they'll be in the next week. I'm a bit cheesed by now, so I remind him how important it is that I get it back. The next week comes and I'm told that they put the new parts in and they didn't make any difference, so he's ordered a different part in. I told him that I'm picking up the camera now and for hm to call me when the parts came in. *groan* Anyway, it's all fixed now, so I've got a new wacky little video uploaded for you. The title of this short film is "The many crazy faces of Amy, then she goes to sleep". Click here to download it. (3.9MB WMV format) |
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| Posted by a very confused MadDog
on Wednesday February 25, 2004 at 4:57 PM - 2 comments |
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Last night was a real doozy. Whoever coined the term "sleeps like a baby" has obviously either left off the words "DURING THE DAY" from the end, or has never actually had to sleep in the same house as one. I think I ended up getting no more 3 or 4 hours sleep, but it's not the lack of sleep that bothers me so much as the pure concentrated frustration in a baby that refuses to be quiet (although I think the two may be mutually exclusive).
Gracie and I handle this frustration very differently. Whereas Gracie likes to plead with Amy "Please Amy, PLEEEAASE! What do you want? What can I do? Please tell me, PLEAASE!", I prefer to mutter inaudible obscenities under my breath. We tried everything. We fed her. We burped her. We changed her. We rocked her. We rolled her. We had her on her back, side, front, and slung over our shoulder. We placed her on a vibrating massage chair. Eventually, she had a bit of a spit, and phased out allowing us to at least try and get some sleep, but I think by then my brain was so frazzled, it took me a further hour to finally get to sleep, and even then it was broken by Amy making little chicken noises. I dont know what I was running on today. Probably caffine.
I think I can handle a night like that every now and again. I just hope she doesn't make a habit of it. Gracie, on the other hand, will surely go completely mad and go join a circus or something if it happens again. I wish her all the best for that. |
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| Posted by a very desperate MadDog
on Wednesday February 18, 2004 at 1:53 PM - 5 comments |
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We had our first baby-related injury on Monday night. Don't worry, Amy's okay, but Gracie discovered the hard way that it's not a good idea to make up baby bottles in the middle of the night when you're tired and also not wearing your glasses.
She ended up pouring boiling water over most of the hand she was using to steady one of the bottles, the silly girl. Regardless to say, Gracie was not a happy camper for the rest of the night and had to end up sleeping with her hand in a bucket of ice water. |
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| Posted by a very frustrated MadDog
on Wednesday February 18, 2004 at 1:53 PM - 3 comments |
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Gracie and Amy have been home for 3 nights now. Admittedly, all three have been sleepless to some degree, but they haven't been as bad as I was expecting... oh, except for the first night.
On the first night, Amy cried, non-stop, from 10pm until about 4am. This was after being told to only feed Amy whenever she asked for it, and not at scheduled times. This meant that she'd slept for 7 consecutive hours during the day, and kept us up all night. The next day though, we decided to work smarter and not harder. Sure, we were still going to feed her whenever she asked for it, but we weren't going to let her go longer than 4 hours without being woken up for a feed. In the evenings, we'd feed her around 8:30 - 9pm then put her to bed. After tidying up, making bottles, etc. we'd put ourselves to bed for a couple of hours. Over the baby monitor, usually around 12:30am we'd be woken by some restlesness and some sucky noises. One of us would get up, feed her, change her if needed, and put her back to bed. This would happen again around 3:30 - 4am, and again in the morning around 7:30 - 8am. This plan worked fairly well the second night, although she was still a little grizzly, but after a domiciliary visit from a midwife yesterday, who suggested we feed her a liitle more, last night went much smoother.
Amy sure can sleep, and when she's asleep, not much can wake her. I hope she keeps this trait, because there's always cars hooning up the street, dogs barking, doors slamming and doorbells ringing, and Amy, like the little angel she is, doesn't even flinch. We have the Child and Maternal Health Nurse coming tomorrow for a visit to check on Amy and Gracie as well as answer any questions we have. There's not a lot I really need to know though, but I'm sure I'll think of a few things. |
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| Posted by a very sleepy MadDog
on Thursday January 29, 2004 at 3:57 PM - 2 comments |
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Just a quick post to let you know about the BabyBlog, a new section of this website. It's is just a simple dumping ground for my thoughts and experiences related to the raising of our new daughter Amy. It's really just here to keep a memory of what things were like around this time, and to keep it seperate from this main news page, but you may find some interest in it. |
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| Posted by a very in love MadDog
on Monday January 26, 2004 at 10:58 AM - 1 comments |
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Hi, and welcome to the BabyBlog. This is just a simple jotting pad for my thoughts and experiences related to the raising of our new daughter Amy. It's really just here to keep a memory of what things were like around this time, and to keep it seperate from the main news page, but you may find some interest in it.
First off the blocks, thanks to everyone for their messages of congratulations and well wishes. To say thank you, you can click here to download Amy's first video (3.6MB WMV file). She looks a bit red in this video, but I'm happy to report har colour has gone lightened up a bit to a nice pinkish hue. She seems to have far too much skin for her body, but I'm assured that she'll grow into it. I hope so, or else she may end up looking like one of those rolly dogs from the toilet paper commercials. Her feet are massive (and long toes which she most likely got from my Dad), so I'm betting that she got my height and not her mother's, which borders on the subterranian. She's also got a thick flock of dark brown hair, but I've been told that will thin out a bit, and also lighten up.
I went to visit Gracie and Amy in the hospital on Saturday to take that video, and got my first look at that sludgy black/green stuff. I think they call it "baby poo" or something. She was kept in the Special Care Nursery for the first 1-2 days or so to keep an eye on a bit of a temperature she had, as well as her blood sugar levels, but they have all come back as normal, so she's now in the ward with Gracie.
Gracie's in a room of her own, which is fantastic. She was going to be transferred to the private hospital, but the staff at GV Health have been great, the food has been fine, and her room, while a little small is very comfortable and private, so she's decided to stay there at the public hospital until its time for her to go hom, which hopefully will be tomorrow, after we learn a bit more about baby formula etc.
Gracie was relly hoping to breastfeed Amy, and she's really given it a solid go, but after much, much pain and conflicting advice from 3 different nurses there, Gracie's decided that all perservering with breastfeeding will do is turn her nipples into mince, and eventually make it more difficult to ween both Amy and herself off breastfeeding. It doesn't make it any easier when she's made to feel guilty about it either, by nursing staff and family alike. Sure, we both acknowledge that breast milk is best by far, but when the only thing that baby is drawing from the boob is blood, you've seriously got to consider the possibility that this might not work.
I did my first pooey nappy yesterday, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, although I'm sure the novelty will wear off VERY soon. Gracie seems to be over it already.
Anyway, it looks like Amy and her mum will be coming home after lunch today, which is fantastic. I'm all caught up on sleep, and have the next week and a half off work, so I'm hoping I don't burn out too quickly. |
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| Posted by a very proud MadDog
on Monday January 26, 2004 at 10:24 AM - 2 comments |
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 On this day, the 23rd of January, the year of our Lord, 2004, at precisely 2:16pm, Amy Rose McCorry was born naturally into this mortal world after 18 hours of labour.
Contractions began around 8:30pm the previous day, shortly after Gracie was induced. By midnight, after a bout of hand-clenchingly painful 5-minute-apart contractions (made slightly easier thanks partly to the miraculous nitrus oxide), the epidural was put in and things became a little easier, for both Gracie and myself (Although I knew Gracie was going through hell, I seriously thought she was going to destroy my hand). Contractions continued throughout the night, but thanks to the fantastic job by Barb the anesthetist, Gracie and myself were able to get about 2 to 3 hours of kip, on and off, throughout the night. The obstetrician came in to check on things about 7:30am and ended up breaking the waters with a very painful looking device. Time passed, and the contractions got closer together until finally by 1:45pm, they had all but blended into each other. The doc had arrived at this time, took a look at Gracie's nether-regions (or as I call them, No Man's Land), and calmly said "Okay, let's deliver a baby". Bed attachments were brought in and Gracie was hoisted up by the high-tech mechanical bed (which I secretly thought may transform into an Autobot at any time) and the real hard work began. As I began to prepare myself for a marathon session of wife calming and hair stroking, I realised that the head was already visable. Forceps were used to coax the little one down the birth canal. Once the head was visable, I patted Gracie's head with a cold washcloth, but when I looked back down, baby was just slipping out entirely... 15 minutes after we'd started. 
Above: Amy at 1 minute old.
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I was warned in advance that the colour of the baby was going to be a bit of a shock, but I still felt totally unprepared by the floppy, purple-grey being sitting on Gracie's chest. 30 seconds (which seemed like an eternity) later, as Amy finally began gasping for air, I started breathing again. The white goop was wiped from Amy's body, and her purple tinge became more red and less... grape-like. Both mum and bub are doing fine. Gracie has done a fantastic job. I can really appreciate the pain and sacrifice that she's gone through for this baby, and I really can't thank her enough for her efforts (and for not swearing at me once). Amy's got a bit of a temperature, but she's in expert hands. She weighed 8 pound 2 ounces (or 3.7 kilograms in the new whizbang metric system). Hopefully, if Amy's observation results stay good, then they'll both be home very soon. |
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| Posted by a very awestruck MadDog
on Friday January 23, 2004 at 8:54 PM - 13 comments |
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I know the baby counter on the right hand side there still says 23 days or something until the baby is born, but OMGWTF!?!? It's happening NEXT WEEK!!!
Due to in part to the fact that Gracie's gestational diabetes has produced a larger bub, and also in part to the fact that the obstetrician is going away on holidays the last week of January, we've been told that the baby will definately be born by the end of next week. We have blood tests and ultrasounds to get done this week, then we see the Doc on Monday who will then tell us, based on the results of the tests, whether or not the baby will be born naturally or by a Caesar. If the baby needs to be cut out, then she'll most likely be born on Tuesday, otherwise, Gracie will be induced on Thursday or Friday.
I'll keep you all posted here with first photos as soon as anything happens. I've been officially informed by my darling wife that taking the video camera in to film the birth will result in the immediate removal of one or more testicles, however, I am allowed to take in the digital stills camera to take photos of the baby, but no photos of Gracie. I think I can handle that. |
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| Posted by a very expectant MadDog
on Thursday January 15, 2004 at 11:50 AM - 1 comments |
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Unless you're freaking blind, you should have noticed the new template sporting this website, complete with fake snow. I mean, I am in the middle of a heatwave over here, so real snow is a little hard to come by outside of my freezer compartment. If, in fact, you are blind, then I apologise for the insensitivity and humbly offer you an eggnog as a token of my humility. Let it not be said that I do not cater for all walks of life.
Yes, it is the week of Christmas, and if you're anything like me, you've cut your Christmas shopping way too close yet again and your calendar is choc-full of festivities. I'm officially now on holidays until 2004 and while for some people that means a well-earned rest, I'm stuck doing chores for Gracie and the new arrival. Go figure. In any event, as the new year draws closer, I wish you all a happy and safe break. Go easy on the food and likewise on the roads if you're going out and about. |
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| Posted by a very festive MadDog
on Monday December 22, 2003 at 9:57 PM - 1 comments |
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 While cleaning out my Inbox this morning, I came across an email I received many months ago by a guy called Alexander The Poet. He came across Planet MadDog on a search for like-minded people who also dug Jewel because of her great boobies. To commemorate Jewel's new "Intuition" album and also her new skin-flashingly groovy image, Alexander has written the following poem, which I'd like to share with you now.
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"My Intuition Of Jewel" by Alexander The Poet
May 2, 2003
When you first came on the scene,
I thought you looked so damn f'n hot
I got wood, know what I mean,
By looking at your net pics a lot
Your huge boobs seemed to stand out,
Did you get them down in Alaska?
I knew what you were about,
All day you'd yodel and la la la
So now you have decided,
To go on and change your whole image
Girl, why'd you ever hide it?,
You do have some real nice fine cleavage
Now that you've joined the real world,
Where showing skin and sex always sell
I still think you're a sweet girl,
That's my intuition of, Jewel
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| Posted by a very poetic MadDog
on Tuesday December 16, 2003 at 12:09 PM - 1 comments |
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