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The Worst Mother in the World

How many times have you felt the worst mother in the world?

My first time as “worst mother in the world” was recent, but don’t think you were a single time… it was folded! And that’s not due to the fact that I have twins? But because the first episode… took me to the second! Were you curious? Then follow me!

About 3 weeks ago my girlfriends (BFFs I love) came to visit me, it was Sunday night and I was full of homesickness since I became a mother I don’t have much time to be with them.

Their visit makes us super well, good chat, laughter and “OK” in the day, not counting that they give a force with luly and lory that are all day more beautiful.

In these visits they always bring something to snack. This time my friend Char brought a wonderful orange cake from a famous bakery here from Sao Paulo called Crazy Maria.

All very good, all very well… at the end of the night after dinner we ate a slice of that cake and all went home happily and happy.

On Monday at my breakfast I invented to eat another slice of cake and now that the girls are already 10 months old they are under the table opening their mouths to see if they fish any other food than theirs.

Behold, mother thought, “Um… what harm can an orange cake do?” and I gave a little bit to each… little bit even equivalent to the size of a bean.

Later that day, I came back from work and went to change the diapers… to my surprise… Little Red dots on all their legs… hundreds… Thousands of dots and a lot of irritation of luly and Lory.

I ran to the hospital… It was already very late and my husband traveling, lucky my sister Mimi was here and helped me.

Arriving at the hospital, the Doctor:

-Good night, what’s going on?

-they have red dots all over the leg (I replied)

-Since when?

-Today.

Fever?

-None

-How did they behave during the day?

-Usually (according to the Babysitter’s reports)

-Any change in the food?

-Yes, I gave you orange cake.

Homemade?

-Not from the bakery.

At this moment doctor looks at me with a very serious face and asks:

-Mom, they’re nine months old, and you gave cake from the bakery? Are you sure??

died! Attested to the worst mother in the world!

(Just me, I always follow the rules! Just I never advance the signal primarily with feeding)

I was the size of a pin, but I answered:

-It was just a little bit…..

Conclusion was allergies, so we left with an allergy prescription for 5 days!

Case solved, lesson learned! purchased remedy and treatment initiated.

You think it’s over there? Don’t!

The week passed and it was a very hectic week, every day gave the medication before leaving to work and counted with the nanny to give the other schedules (which I’m sure she did)

On Friday my husband wanted to go out to celebrate his birthday, you made me a request so that we could enjoy the night without having the paranoia to come back on time so we decided to leave them at my mother-in-law’s house, in the previous days I noticed that the allergy was not gone, but I did not see problems because it was in full treatment.

On Friday I took a super Transit to come home, just time to pick them up, take them to my mother-in-law and go meet my husband.

(Second night in the life I slept away from the girls)

Saturday then when I picked them up, I went to change my diaper and I saw a lot of bubbles where there were the dots.

We ran to the hospital, and died for the second time, with the knee friction on the ground by Enfgatinhar, the rash of the allergy opened, Ai came into bacteria that made abode and proliferated by bringing the so-called bullous impetigo.

First time they took a blood test and first time on the antibiotics!

That concludes the world’s worst-mother feats!

A lot of guilt! Too much remorse!

But also a lot of lesson learned, much love to give, very zeal and probably would too long with them to revert that title.

After all, if my babies talked, they’d say… Mom misses too!

About Everything

Oh, pregnant head’s a little fuzzy, huh? So confusing it even makes you want to make a post today!

We are in the 35th week and 4 days and I confess that I have had paniquinho to think that he may be born! Is that all pregnant women are terrified of premature childbirth, or just the pregnant women who are desperately expecting to drop the holiday money on the day 24/10?

Next week is my last week at work and I confess that if it wasn’t for the holidays I would have gone before. The belly is overweight and I have been cansadérrima to sit all the time, I need to divide between sit and lie down and walk. Not necessarily in this order…. Yesterday I realized that turning in bed makes the belly ache. And it gives a crazy, half kid, that just makes me want to lie down and stay there. But then I lay on my side and my stomach hurts! You know when we sleep all night in the same position and the stomach gets sore? So it’s the same sensation! Scooter… Even the leggings annoys and my will is to come work in sweatpants! Is it really bad? Because if you take a little, I’ll risk it. Rs

I’m still waiting for Thomas to be born and hoping for him to wait at least this week and the other. First, because this weekend, I will, from the highs of my 36 weeks, get my European citizenship. Loosho, Ryqueza and Phynesse of who you’ve been waiting for, like, two years. Of course, the consul would only release that when I was already well-rounded. The good thing is if he’s born while I’m signing the paperwork, he’s already out with citizenship… hehehehehe

This weekend, we just cleaned up his little room. Husband (who should be a carpenter) made a estantezinha for him and installed on Sunday! It was a grace, clean the way we like it. And also, for the time he saw using it’s Óóótimo! We have been able to put some decorating things and now lack to buy only amenities: Absorbent post-childbirth, nail cutter for him and diaper rash ointments. I also packed the wardrobe with his jaquetinhas, it got all hung up and fluffy, but I think I’m going to need more hangers, because the kid’s got Jaquetinha I’m going to tell you, see?

In the most, people keep brooding about asking me dates, some even advise me to “not be born with 37 weeks, to wait more”, as if I were to control this and had people until they thought it was cool “such a water birth”. I think it’s funny, Rio, I don’t say anything. I’ll let you talk, and I’m just saying he’ll come anytime, because that’s true. I still have a scared of the hour p, like, the time things really get to work. I think every mother is afraid of not knowing if she’s real, if they’re contractions, if they’re not…. They say you know when it is, right? I will continue to rely on my intuition…..

Well, not to say that the post is boring, follow the photos of the super half room to which this stump of people have right! :-d

How are your belly?

38 Weeks of Gestation

And then we arrived at the 38 week of gestation. For some, it means the end, for me, means that they may still miss 4 weeks for the premiere of the ParasiThomas.

This last week has been marked by laziness! I think that as much as I stay home with Amy, I’m turning into a cat: I wake up, like, and I sleep. In fact, I’ve been sleeping so much that it’s been funny, because it’s not that I feel sleepy. I just put it out watching TV! This week, I also had some sort of nesting syndrome: I cleaned the house, went through and washed clothes, crazy! But I think this is connected to the fact that there are several chumacinhos by wandering around the house.

About symptoms of the week: The belly did not grow, I continue with 33cm of AU, but I feel it heavy, when I move in bed, I feel all that fluid wandering from one side to another, which gives me an affliction of hell! I’ve been sleeping well, even though I slept like hell during the day. Tonight I raised some 3x to go to the bathroom, but I went back to sleep normally. I’ve been getting hot. I’ve always been half cold one, with cold hands and feet and super cold, but now, I sweat practically all night! Tummy aches, like I’ve been in the same position all night, do you know how it feels? I think it has to do with the fact that the muscles are super stretched and so they bother. The heartburn has given a truce, I guess because I don’t stay even the whole day sitting around, everybody celebrates! I feel, right underneath my chest, the skin burns and getting a little numb. Anybody else have that?

This morning, two friends and my pregnant cousin, told me that they dreamed that Thomas was born! RS would be funny, because day 1/11 is a day too painful for me and my family: it’s the day my grandmother went upstairs and me, for always having been very attached to her, I miss, too much, and I’m sure she’d love to be here enjoying the arrival of the first grandchild. Maybe if he was born today, it would be funny the fact that this date was transformed into a day of death that turned life. We will see….

Other than that, my hands were more swollen this week, so yesterday I had to sleep without an alliance, something I hate. I put her now again and she’s half inchadinha, it bothers a little. It must be because of the drainage, I was last Thursday. I’m going to go this afternoon again and I hope you get better.

On instinct: My cat, Amy’s glued to me, like she fell into a pot of super bonder. And don’t tell me it’s because I’m home because I’ve always been to her the poopy girl and give comida…rs her love is my husband, but this week, the faggot stuck on me. Where I’m going in the back, sleeps glued on me, if I sit on the couch, she glues, if I go to the kitchen she rubs on me, if I take baths she stays in the sink looking. Very funny, because I’m sure that’s a hint that she knows Thomas is coming. I trust instincts, especially in animals.

About Epi-No: there that my sticker Smurf (affectionate nickname we gave him) has shown itself efficient! I can inflate it until it is 19cm in diameter, still small for a child’s head measuring average 30, 32 cm… But I feel to lengthen beeeeeeem the musculature and along with the massage that husband has made, until the physiotherapist thought the muscles are no longer tense, which is indeed the intention of the PPE-NO: lengthen and relax to avoid a episio. I intend to get to some 22cm before Thomas is born, but I don’t know if I can make it, because the bug bugs…

About cuteness: My grandmother finished the maternity comic. I’ve always thought it was foolish, but it’s impossible to ignore a grandmother’s cuteness, right? She made it and it was beautiful, all worked on the cross Stitch! [3]

On the gestation test: my friend is Enroladassa with the work, she couldn’t edit all the pictures yet. I’ve been dying of curiosity, but she has released one:

To die of curiosity, right?

Now, a montage of photos: My puffy fingers, the granny comic, my Amy glued to me as I write this post and the Thomas costumed for Halloween, because right? What’s the point of having a pânceps if not to mock?

Ah, the Intuition…

… that naughty girl! If I was sure the ParasiThomas was born day 28/10, it was obvious not, right? lol

The same way I had to you-za that he was Olivia, he’s still in here, having fun squeezing me in the belly and giving light and subtle movements.

Now, I’m on vacation, everyone celebrates and I’ve been spending since yesterday in pajamas most of the day! Delight will say some, sloppy will say others and I say unto them: Liberty! A marvel can get fleece pants all day and Hawaiian on the feet!

With the grace of S. Pedro, he decided to send a cold front to SP and I am nothing bloated and no heartburn! If it wasn’t for the belly, I’d say I’m like I’ve always been: light! I do not know if the heartburn has passed because I have been less time sitting (now I am no longer 8/day) or if it is because the stress vanished or if because the belly gave a lowered and stopped pressing the stomach! I don’t know, and I don’t care, just not feeling that feeling that I took fire and’ve eased with gasoline, I feel happy.

Today I decided to pack up his maternity suitcase and how he stays in the room with me, I haven’t separated anything by sachets and I haven’t set up the Trousseau according to what the hospital asks. # Rebel in good, they ask: “jumpsuits and matching blankets.” Spare me. I’m taking all of his RN bodies (5) and the jumpsuits too. I grabbed some onesies of body and trousers and the layette my grandmother did, so he could use as soon as she was born, after all, she deserves it! I’m also taking (scoffs), some mouth diapers (those of Creamer cotton), three fleece blankets, two cotton touquinhas, some socks and some diapers, although the S. Luiz say give us the diapers. I’d rather take it, because if you need some at dawn, I’ll manage. I’m also taking some little shows of diaper rash ointment and his hair brush, because I’ve seen you have some hairs in the head on the ultrasound and the disheveled is enough for mom! < 3 still lacks the nail cutter – because I am terrified of a long fingernail child and I think only.

My suitcase will leave to do when entering TP, in good, I find a bag to take things and suddenly need and have to go hunting. I’m wanting to take a pair of trousers in tight pajamas, my top-type bras – because I hate breastfeeding and fluted races, of those well-done. I’m going to take a couple of clothes to see which I’m leaving the maternity ward, because I don’t know how the time and my cleaning kits are, including the curling iron, because I’m already like the daughter of Bethânia.

I didn’t do a souvenir for motherhood and I’m not doing it.

On the PPE-NO: Affectionately’m the Kid cane. Why, right? The business inflates, inflates and inflates and Williams will lengthen. When it’s over, it looks like I gave it all night, just not. As my husband said, very wisely: “Do you prefer the Bengal smurf (because it is blue) or take a few stitches there?” So, with this reminder, I inflate and inflate. The most I could inflate was 18, 5cm. I have faith in arriving at least a few 22cm until Thomas is born! What I think is the coolest of Epi-in, it’s time to expel the balloon. It really gives the sensation that I am expelling a child’s head and it is very interesting to know how it is the force to expel. The funny thing is that how I do it lying down, it is notorious as it is harder to expel anything in a supinated position. Semi reclining or squatting for sure should be easier, with the help of gravity! Tomorrow physio comes here at home for the return consultation and today I will try to give a neatly not to do feio….rs

Besides, I’m still waiting for Thomas to arrive! Speaking of arrivals, I would like to give the (again) congratulations to my namesake Carolina who received Lucas yesterday!!! I’m dying to see his face, and I’ve already told what, or Thomas or Bernardo will be next! :-d

34 Weeks of Gestation

33 Weeks today! 8 months and a few more weeks to ParasiThomas arrive!

This last week I learned that mom pays with the tongue: I said I wouldn’t wake up at night, to bang, start peeing every 10 minutes! :-d But all right, I’ve been raising on average once a night alone! (We will see how long…..)

Of weekly news, we don’t have many, just that last weekend, husband decided to paint the baby’s room. It was supposed to be just a simple painting, but there’s that story: everything turns into a zone. He painted the 3 walls (because the fourth wall is white, where is the desk after all, it is half the office, half the baby’s room). It was beautiful and perfect. Then husband bothered with the amount of wires that had apparent – computer wire, router, phone, sound boxes and decided to disassemble everything. In this room, husband had made a table with what’s left of the MDF ´ of our wardrobes – have you said that husband is half a cabinetmaker? So, just that there, wire goes and wire comes, husband if Enfezou and bang: dismantled the table that had broken already on Friday with a head of a technician from the net (he had gone home to swap the modem and hit his head under the table). Result: Everything disassembled and we ended up buying a new desk that arrives this Monday. I don’t need to say that what was supposed to be the room ready, now it’s still the fourth deposit, with more thing, because we take out the drawers….. :-S The good side is that if ParasiThomas arrive before, the cradle is very fast to assemble! :-d After everything is ready, I will take a picture and put you to see how our idea has come!

About the weekly symptoms: Everyday heartburn, pee once at night, but still sleeping well, eventual swelling (no frylock, just an uncomfortable inchadinha) and back pain if I stay too long sitting or in the same position. The fact that I look like a hoofed turtle upside down doesn’t come to the case….:-d

About the swelling: Then last week I started to give a puffy. I annoyed, because it hurts, it gets all heavy and I was not in the mood to get a little hell up with this nuisance, as I step practically 8 of the day sitting. I decided to drain a clinic near the house. Then last Friday was my first session. I was sitting there, happy in my life, smoothing the pânceps, when suddenly a girl of these marombadássas, like Gracyanne. I took a fright – she had a face-to-lock and a strong mega shoulder, plus clear from an ass that left me intrigued: it was huge. Papo go, Papo Come, she asked the sex of the baby and I replied, wanting to understand how that huge ass had not created life and walked out walking alone. Well, I went into the room, I started the drainage and the lady talking to me that she did a lot of drainage in the patients of a plastic team and we started talking about prosthetics in the ass. Kind? Then she drops me the question, “Did you see that brunette at the reception? So she’s got prosthetics! Today she’s wearing black pants, but when she comes in white pants, you can see right where the silicone is. ” I said, “Gee, I noticed, it’s enormous, it looks like an ass that has a life of its own.” And she releases me the Pearl: “Do you know who she is?” And I, as much as I enter the ego.com to read the super-useful daily news, nor knew who that citizen was, ni qui she unleashes me: “She is the woman of the fleet!” Gentéam, I’m dead. According to the massage lady, she’s been a client for ages, before she was “famous”…. Rsrsrrssrs

But, O, talking about drainage: what Magavilha! It’s tããããão good, the skin gets a beautiful texture, loosho, Mohammed and I got out of there doing more pee than a camel. Tuesday I did the second session and I got there thinking the girl was going to say I didn’t even need it anymore because I was feeling super good. Then she squeezed my thigh. Then she saw that she got a mark. Then she really squeezed it. And I did a lot more pee than before…… The upside is that I’m not feeling bloated and even if I am, it hasn’t bothered me more like last week. I’m loving it, out that 1 hour receiving massage I get like this:

About exams: This fourth I took to make the final blood tests of the third tri, only who protocol… I took advantage of that here at the company they bring a laboratory for the collection and I did. I was there, “super happy” when the nurse asks me, “When is the C-section?” I answered the phrase that I maisodeionomundotodo: “Ahn, I will try normal”. Then he responds to me: “Oh, nice. The anesthesiologist will love your veins. ” I counted up to 1000 not to answer my crazy natural childbirth speech and I definitely got this face:

Now, at this stage it is engraçadíssimo to see the reaction of the people who ask me when he is born. I just say, “November” and the vast majority is amazed when I say I’m going to try normal. Really the whole world is anxious, I don’t. I just say that he comes when he wants and the funniest thing is that the crowd insists, asks date, then I give the DPP and all, without exception tell me: Ah, born before. Of course, it’s born before in this culture of taking the children out before the time, but I’ve given up trying to explain, only Yellow River and I’m out of the close. Where I work, the reaction when I said that next week will make my last ultrasound with almost 34 weeks was: “Wow, the last???? Eric! ” Then I couldn’t stand it, and I said, “Yes, make it too much is to look for the egg.” The person agreed and said that I wish I hadn’t had these neuroses either…..

Now, the belly itself looks like every day grows more! It’s amazing how quickly she has grown now in the end! Next week, M day 3/10 we’ll have our last encounter via a screen, I’ll do the third tri-only to see if it’s all right with him. I know it’s all right, because I feel it moving, kicking, sobbing, but it’s a chance to kill the worms of curiosity and see how many walks my brat!

You want to see how the belly grew this week?

30 Week of Gestation

Thirty weeks. Thirty weeks. Trin-Ta-da-ma! I always thought that weeks started with three were typical of the end of the pregnancy, but I confess that I still don’t feel ready to think it’s over. You’re born like my brother, from 36, does that mean I have another month and a half a belly? If it takes 42 weeks to be born, does that mean I have three months? Look…… I confess that thinking about it gives me a mixture of joy and sadness. Joy because I do not see the time to see the face of the ParasiThomas (yes, until second order it will be called Thomas:-d), and sadness because I will miss the belly, of feeling it stir, of imagining his face, of feeling the elbow poking me…..

Before this turns a past-dweller post on a belly that’s still here, let’s get the news! We haven’t started cleaning up his room yet, and I haven’t even washed his little clothes. I think I have time yet, but then I look in the calendar and I see that Ops… it’s running out of time! I think this weekend we’re going to at least paint the walls of the room and make everything kind of tidy. I’m still not going to take the cart and not the baby comfort of the boxes, because I’m sure Amy will climb up and fill with fur….. And since this is quick to assemble, we’ll let it wait when it’s born. I haven’t had that nesting syndrome… hehehe I can live with a crib without mounting and only clean clothes leave me alone!

About symptoms: This week, at the beginning, made a heat in Sao Paulo, result of the end of the day: my feet gave a slight swollen and were half boludos…. Now, with this wave of chills that came back, thank God the swelling is gone! The belly seems to have stretched mega this week because I feel more “stretched” even and the parasiThomas stirs. But how do you move. I’ve noticed that his preferred schedules are 8 A.M. and 8 P.M., the hours he’s most active, high even. In the afternoon, around a few 15:00 he also gets kind of Krazy– In fact, as I write this post, I feel like he’s getting ready in his belly. He’s all on the right side and from what I’ve seen, it’s the normal position of fetuses for birth, turned upside down, with the head looking down. I’m fine Ansiosinha for the next appointment with Dr. Katie to pick up the order and do the last ultrasound and see if we can see a little more of his little face!

I’ve had several training contractions, Braxton Hicks. It’s pretty funny how the belly gets stiff, hard, hard, then softens. It doesn’t hurt, I don’t feel anything, just the hardening of the belly. Usually they happen when I get too long sitting or sitting half pie!

I’ve had a blessed pregnancy, I’m glad! They could all be like that. I think I got fat, but because I feel heavier, I guess I must have gained some 6.5-7kg, but I don’t know, because the scale of the house ended the pile… hohohohoho

On the name: apparently he will be called Thomas. It’s the name we like most, but I confess that to me, whose maternity file has not yet fallen, it’s kind of complicated to refer to my belly as Thomas. But every time we talk about him we call him Thomas, ParasiThomas and so on. I hope we don’t change our minds and stay the same…. Some people don’t like it. What matters is that husband and I like it and ready! :-d

Now a doubt: I was by Google when I remembered that pregnancy has 9 moons. I wanted to tell on which moon I am and what the closest move to my DPP, but I got a doubt: I was pregnant in February. Should I tell the moon of February too or just March?
Random:

-I’m looking forward to the briefing with the birth photographer in 15/09;

-I’m anxious for the Bon Jovi show Day 21/09-yes, we will! \ o/33 weeks and the baby rock ´ n Roll!

-I am anxious for the photos of pregnant with my Amiga days 28 and 29/09;

-I’m anxious to go on vacation in 28/10 and come back alone in June/July 2014;

-I’m anxious for the last ultrasound;

-I’m anxious to meet pediatrician neonatologist in 14/09;

-but I’m not anxious for him to be born soon. I’m anxious, for childbirth. Thinking of his duration, intensity, what day he chooses, will be born at dawn, in the morning, in the afternoon, at lunchtime, as will be the birth itself, but the anxiety by the “born soon”, has not yet hit by here. Maybe because I’m feeling well, I think in the next few weeks it should get worse…..

What about the photo of the week? There you are!

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