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10.05.2010
Ch-ch-ch-changes!
Changed the blog. It was a little too "busy" before and this is much more my style. Hopefully it loads faster without so many images as well!
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10.03.2010
shhh... you didn't see this
I haven't sent these out to family, but I couldn't resist posting them here. There are a ton more, but these are some of my favorites!
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9.26.2010
Some Party Details
Her gold fish party was so much fun to plan. Everything was decorated in orange and blue. It was outdoors, so I couldn't get too fancy, but there were a lot of fun details I thought I would share (you know, in case you want to have an awesome gold fish party too). :)
I tried not to include people in the photos for privacy reasons. Also, blogger hates me and made it really difficult to upload and comment on these photos. So if the format is all screwed up I'm sorry, but I'm over it.
I tried not to include people in the photos for privacy reasons. Also, blogger hates me and made it really difficult to upload and comment on these photos. So if the format is all screwed up I'm sorry, but I'm over it.
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| These were the invitations. A friend of mine so kindly cut the shapes out with her cricut and I put them together |
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Then I used the same fish to make labels for the 8 different types of fish crackers!   |
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| The backside of the banner |
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| Most of the kids that came to the party were babies and toddlers, so we had some Cheerios in container that had fish on them for favors. We also displayed Lillian's "First Year" scrapbook |
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And of course you can't have a gold fish party without gold fish. They also went home with some guests.  |
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I hung blue streamers from the beams above (and placed blue and orange balloons around)   She had gold fish shoes!  I found this plastic container at a party store, and the window clings came from CVS! I just stuck them on the dish to decorate it for Lillian's yogurt parfait (instead of cake). I also covered her high chair with a disposable orange table cloth for easy clean up! |
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| She doesn't look thrilled in this photo, but I guarentee she had a good time :) |
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| The bubble machine was up on one of the beams. |
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| Clean up was easy peasy! We changed her outfit and continued with the party! |
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| Healthy food options. |
The spinach and artichoke hummus was delicious with the pretzel crisps!
Yogurt parfait buffet instead of cake (organic yogurt, granola, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries served in small clear cups)
We provided organic milk for the little ones
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| The party was held right next to the Tot Lot in town. A playground for kids 5 and under, with miniture playground equipment. |
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| Hanging out with her cousins. |
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| Partied OUT! |
9.25.2010
You know what sucks?
.... Macy's and Bloomingdales threatening to sue me for using the name 'Lil' Bloomies' to sell my baby hair accessories. I even sent them a very nice letter informing them I've never stepped foot in a Bloomingdales and had no idea they "owned" the word Bloomies, but it held meaning to me because the name comes from Lillian, and the town I was born in, Bloomington.
Whatever. There are other names out there. I have until November to use my etsy and then I guess we'll move on to Facebook because honestly loading everything to etsy, and being charged for every item I post is not cool.
You know what else sucks? Knowing that they're probably just doing this to scare me out of the name, because they know it's not worth it for me to go to court. Jerks.
Anyway, you know what doesn't suck? Having an awesome 1st birthday party and no time to load pictures because my 1-year-old is too much fun to play with and hogs all of the spare time in my day.
She rocks my world.
Whatever. There are other names out there. I have until November to use my etsy and then I guess we'll move on to Facebook because honestly loading everything to etsy, and being charged for every item I post is not cool.
You know what else sucks? Knowing that they're probably just doing this to scare me out of the name, because they know it's not worth it for me to go to court. Jerks.
Anyway, you know what doesn't suck? Having an awesome 1st birthday party and no time to load pictures because my 1-year-old is too much fun to play with and hogs all of the spare time in my day.
She rocks my world.
9.18.2010
Some 1 Year Thoughts
The past few days I haven't had much time to think about this "anniversary" for us. It's Lillian's birthday, but it's also our Birth Day, and a year from the day our lives changed forever. Yeah yeah, of course anyone that has a baby has a life changing experience, but what I'm talking about is the way PWS has changed our lives forever.
When Lillian was born she was very lethargic. She had a weak little cry, and sounded more like a newborn kitten "meowing" than a baby crying out for the first time. We heard it once when she was born, and then for the second time 3 or 4 days later. When she was born she was taken immediately to the special care nursery to be observed over time to see if she just needed to "wake up" from the traumatic birth experience (aka forceps delivery). After 2 days of being in the special care nursery, her pediatrician came to our room and explained to us there was nothing more they could do for her. She would have to be flown by helicopter to the children's hospital about an hour away. That was the worst day of my life. It was officially the day we knew something was very wrong. That was the day we lost our baby.
I have a hard time writing this, because I know there are people out there who have lost their child physically. They lost a child that they can never hold again, never see again, never touch again. But there's no other way to describe what we went through other than saying we lost our child. We lost the child we dreamed about. The child we talked to for 41 weeks inside my belly. We lost the dreams we had for her. I grieve the child I thought I gave birth to. The little girl we were expecting for 9 months. We wondered what she would look like, what her favorite subject in school would be, what college she would go to, who she would go to prom and homecoming with. What her children would look like. What colors would be in her wedding, and if she would let me help her plan it or elope to some exotic island with the love of her life. We lost that baby.
Having Lillian in our lives has blessed us more than we could ever imagine. I remember wondering if we would ever be happy again. If Lillian would be alive for her first birthday. I wondered if she would ever hit her milestones or know who we were. We didn't have a diagnosis. Nobody could tell us what to expect.
The day they took her from the hospital I birthed her in and separated us was the worst day of my life. After they took her from us we were numb. We must have looked like zombies when Phil wheeled me out of the nursery and back into my postpartum room. Once we got there we just closed the door and sobbed. We both just broke down and sobbed on my hospital bed. I don't know how long it lasted, but we had to wait hours before I could be dismissed from the hospital to be with Lillian in the NICU at the children's hospital. I remember numbly walking into our empty house to collect some extra clothes for our stay, not knowing how long we should pack for. Feeling like I was in the twilight zone after carrying a baby past full term in my body, and then suddenly being completely alone in our house. No baby in my belly, no baby in the carseat, no baby in the house. Just empty.
Tomorrow, one year from that date, we're having a party. We're celebrating life. And were celebrating BIG. Because this life we were given, this new life, a new baby, a baby we didn't plan on having... She makes us happy. And it's a damn good life.
She might not look 100% like us, she might not meet every milestone on time or make honor roll in high school. She might not have a wedding or elope with the love of her life one day, but she will have a good life. We will all have a good life.
Psalm 139:13-16
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When Lillian was born she was very lethargic. She had a weak little cry, and sounded more like a newborn kitten "meowing" than a baby crying out for the first time. We heard it once when she was born, and then for the second time 3 or 4 days later. When she was born she was taken immediately to the special care nursery to be observed over time to see if she just needed to "wake up" from the traumatic birth experience (aka forceps delivery). After 2 days of being in the special care nursery, her pediatrician came to our room and explained to us there was nothing more they could do for her. She would have to be flown by helicopter to the children's hospital about an hour away. That was the worst day of my life. It was officially the day we knew something was very wrong. That was the day we lost our baby.
I have a hard time writing this, because I know there are people out there who have lost their child physically. They lost a child that they can never hold again, never see again, never touch again. But there's no other way to describe what we went through other than saying we lost our child. We lost the child we dreamed about. The child we talked to for 41 weeks inside my belly. We lost the dreams we had for her. I grieve the child I thought I gave birth to. The little girl we were expecting for 9 months. We wondered what she would look like, what her favorite subject in school would be, what college she would go to, who she would go to prom and homecoming with. What her children would look like. What colors would be in her wedding, and if she would let me help her plan it or elope to some exotic island with the love of her life. We lost that baby.
Having Lillian in our lives has blessed us more than we could ever imagine. I remember wondering if we would ever be happy again. If Lillian would be alive for her first birthday. I wondered if she would ever hit her milestones or know who we were. We didn't have a diagnosis. Nobody could tell us what to expect.
The day they took her from the hospital I birthed her in and separated us was the worst day of my life. After they took her from us we were numb. We must have looked like zombies when Phil wheeled me out of the nursery and back into my postpartum room. Once we got there we just closed the door and sobbed. We both just broke down and sobbed on my hospital bed. I don't know how long it lasted, but we had to wait hours before I could be dismissed from the hospital to be with Lillian in the NICU at the children's hospital. I remember numbly walking into our empty house to collect some extra clothes for our stay, not knowing how long we should pack for. Feeling like I was in the twilight zone after carrying a baby past full term in my body, and then suddenly being completely alone in our house. No baby in my belly, no baby in the carseat, no baby in the house. Just empty.
Tomorrow, one year from that date, we're having a party. We're celebrating life. And were celebrating BIG. Because this life we were given, this new life, a new baby, a baby we didn't plan on having... She makes us happy. And it's a damn good life.
She might not look 100% like us, she might not meet every milestone on time or make honor roll in high school. She might not have a wedding or elope with the love of her life one day, but she will have a good life. We will all have a good life.
Psalm 139:13-16
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