Happy Mothersday!

I cannot believe that my little Bird is already 6,5 months old. Wasn’t it yesterday when I called your Daddy and said to put down his coffee mug and turn right back because my water broke? You were nice enough to let me have a shower, a toast and watch the Breakfast Television before the water broke. I have to admit that I was a biiig ostrich. No,no, I don’t mean my belly – I did not want to hear too much about giving birth. I had absolutely NO desire to watch a birth video and I did not want to have a mirror in the hospital to see the crowning. No ma’am, not me. I knew I would probably want an epidural because I am not a big fan of pain.

When they had to induce me because the lab results were nowhere to be found for the strep test, I had no idea what was coming. I had contractions I did not feel at all but the monitor told me when I had them. I was mildly amused and was reading trashy magazines and tried to walk around. My body showed no inclination to speed things up. Well, what can I say. Then BAMM, whatever they gave me (already forgot the name of the drug) was working in overdrive and I was doubling over. The nice breathing rhythm I had established earlier was out the window. I was more panting like a dog LOL. I was asking for the epidural.

You know what they said? Ok, honey, the doctor will be with you in 45min. Uhm, what! I picked the day with c-sections left and right. I should have known. The doctor was actually faster than that and waltzed in when I was in the bathroom. I have an absolute talent for timing, I tell you. Everybody who gave birth knows that during labour it is not that easy to get your “business” done and jump out of the bathroom- especially when you are hooked up to a monitor and had an IV-line. It took me 10min to entangle myself and get out of the bathroom. By that time the doc had to run to the next delivery. I laughed shakily and waited.

Looking back I have no idea how long I waited with my husband reading the trashy magazines I had put on the table. Long story short, he came back, poked me and I felt no more pain. Just a dull pressure in my huge belly. I did not feel the needle go in, I could move easily and after giving birth I had no headache, no backpain, nothing. I just felt cold but the lovely nurses at the Peter Lougheed Hospital gave me two warm blankets and I was in heaven and dozed happily for a while. Around 9pm the nurse told me we should now start pushing. hm, ok, so I pushed. She was laughing and said not to push my feet against the bed but to imagine I would make the biggest poop in my life. Oh my, I had to laugh and was not able to push at all. Then we got down to business. She told me it usually takes 1-2 hours of pushing. I was not having any of it- no way I do this for 2 hours. German- stubborn and efficient. Yes, if I put my mind to it, I can be both.

So I pushed and the nurse kindly told me that the baby is on her way…that she can see the head….that she is coming, just 2-3 more contractions and pushes and that I can do it. Meanwhile, she put my husband to good use and instructed him to count out loud, to hold my hand, to watch his baby girl slipping out of me. I had only 2 minor stitches and then there was this tiny human being on my belly. Beautiful, perfect, healthy, all toes and fingers accounted for. Love at first sight.

6,5 months later she is a stubborn little mule- just like her mommy She pretends she is no longer a baby and should therefore sit upright at all times, eat and drink what we eat and drink (no, she is not at all) and stay up all day. She squeals like a dolphin and at times I am afraid it may make my ears bleed. She grabs everything in sight and loves to play with her Tim Horton’s paper cup. She also wants to play with the remote control but we have to draw the line somewhere.

Unfortunately, she hates tummy time and is not crawling at all. Instead her head turns red as a beet and she yells at the top of her lungs. Ok, lungs are working fine. Instead she puts her feet in her mouth and is working on her letters. She says “M” and “B”. Sorry, darling, mommy does not understand what you are telling her but I am listening.

I will always listen.

I took Birdie to a photographer….

Instead of one picture I took a CD and 36 pictures home….

Happy Mothersday to me!

Fashionista

New Hat

New Boots

My girl is more fashionable than I am…..Mommy wearing sweatpants lol

Green

My mother-in-law brought this all the way from Germany so that I can decorate the house a little. Reminds me to tell my husband to get our Easter boxes out. Boxes filled with Easter decoration. Boxes – you heard right. Every year we are amazed how much stuff we have and often there are things we don’t even remember. That is the fun part haha.

Why is it always so darn windy outside when I really want to go for a walk with Birdie?

She looked like this yesterday when we went to buy some bread. Bread is important in this household.

Amy wishes everybody a happy weekend!

Amy’s Oma gave us Tshirts saying Amy-Bird, Mama-Bird and Papa-Bird. I know, you cannot really tell, cause we sit awkwardly on the couch … She is pretending to be a big girl and wants to sit like a grown up. Then she discoveres her feet and is a baby again.

I just want to kiss and hug her all the time. Sometime she allows me to. I got to use every chance I get. Mommy is always there and boring. Feet are more interesting. Here you have it. Already sliding down the chain.

We even got Daddy to sit in with us. Ok, ok these pictures are not perfect, none of us did their hair or their wardrobe for that matter. Yes, I am wearing sweatpants. Sue me!

Happy weekend, everybody!

Der kleine Bird

Meine suesse Amy ist gestern 3 Monate alt geworden. Wie kann das sein? Sind wir nicht erst letzte Woche aus dem Krankenhaus raus? Ich bin gespannt, was die naechsten 3 Monate bringen.

Ab und an spielt sie gerne “ich bin schon gross und kann sitzen”. Fuer ca. 10min und dann wird sie wieder zum Baby, braucht ihre hugs und kisses und schnullert sich in den Schlaf.

Werd nur nicht so schnell gross, mein kleiner Amy-bird.

Frohe Weihnachten und einen guten Rutsch

Eure Santa-Amy

Nachdenklich

Ich schlafe nicht nur, sondern ich benutze auch mein enormes Gehirn. Alle Reize muessen verarbeitet werden und ich muss so schwerwiegende Entscheidungen treffen wie: Lache ich Papa an oder hebe ich einfach nur resigniert die Augenbraue. Schreie ich oder gurgel ich einfach nur ein wenig vor mich hin. Essen oder schlafen. Pupsen oder Spucken. Soviele Dinge, soviele Dinge.

Mit diesen erhebenden Gedanken gebe ich ab an Mama. Muss los, was essen.

Eure Amy

Wochenende

Hallo Welt, hier spricht Amy,
Ich liege gerade auf Daddy,s Bauch und probiere alle meine Gesichtsausdruecke aus, die ich bisher so kann: Grinsen, Mund nach unten ziehen, Augenbrauen einzeln oder beide heben, knattern und und. Wenn ich aufwache, will ich wieder zu Mama und mich sattfuttern.

Leider hat mich die Babyakne erwischt, doof doof doof. Mama hat gleich alles recherchiert und angeblich soll man nichts weiter machen und das Ganze soll nach einer Weile von alleine weggehen. Danach werde ich wieder meine Pfirsichhaut zurueckhaben. Mama und Papa sagen aber, dass ich trotzdem das Wunderschoenste bin, was sie je gesehen haben

Wir waren heute auf dem Weihnachtsmarkt und haben fuer mich einen Baumanhaenger, einen Snackbeutel und ein Waermekissen in Form eines kleinen Kaefers besorgt. HAHA spricht also gegen Mama,s vorherigen Eintrag. Sucks to be parents lol

Love, Amy

Beliebtes Fotomodel

Das hat sie als Geschenk von der lieben Katja bekommen- sehr suess. Vielen Dank Katja, Deine Amy. Nachtrag Jen: Auch fuer die leckere Kinderschokolade

Hier sind ein paar Bilder von Amy’s PJ-Fuessen:

Die kleinen Fuesschen- genetisches Geschenk von Mama

Der kleine Nasendieb
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Amy Jade Fenrich

Man kommt ja zu nichts, wenn man ein Baby hat. Zumindest nicht in den ersten 6 Wochen wenn man alleine auf das Kind aufpasst und mehr oder weniger die Milchkuh Bertha darstellt Stillen ist was Feines, wenn man es erstmal richtig drauf hat. Ich dachte ja dsa waere alles instinktgesteuert. Boy, was I in for a treat. Nix da! Das musste erlernt werden von mir und Amy und hat so ziemlich 5 Wochen gedauert bis wir es beide drauf hatten.

Aber zurueck zum Anfang. Amy kam am 17. Oktober um 21:55 zur Welt und damit 2 Wochen eher als gedacht. Ronny und ich haben das Wochenende vorher noch rumgefrotzelt, dass wir nun soweit waeren und Warten das dooefste auf der Welt ist. Wie heisst es so schoen: be careful what you wish for cause it might come true.

Dahin war der Plan zum Frisoer zu gehen, meine Fuesse machen zu lassen, die Wohnung von oben bis unten zu Putzen und Essen einzufrieren. Stattdessen gab es um 7:30 den Trip zum Peter Lougheed Krankenhaus.

Nach Einleiten der Geburt, setzen der PDA und Pressen war das kleien Wunder Amy da und wir waren ganz baff und uebergluecklich, dass wir so etwas wunderschoenes auf die WElt gebracht haben.

Geswaddelte Amy

So friedlich:

Definitiv meine Tochter