Thursday, May 26, 2011

This and That

Dear Olive,

This is a post from a few weeks ago and I feel if I don't post it now, I never will!

Oh Olive, the weeks are zooming by and I have to stop and make note of the funny things you do. Lately you've been very interested in eating your own toes, don't ask me why. I've always thought toes were over rated, but you seem to love them.

You also love raspberries. You will get on a roll and just do one after another after another and it's pretty dang funny. It's another one of those little things you seem to do only for me.

Today I picked up the guitar for the first time in a LONG time. I was just strumming a little Ben Harper tune and you tried to sing along. I posted it on facebook even though at first I was totally embarrassed to let anyone hear that kind of singing. Then I thought, "Who cares!"

You're seriously scooting like a mo fo. Now I have to always use the straps on things or else you end up doing this:

You are growing so much character and I am loving you more and more and more every single day my baby girl!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Nameless Post

Dear Olive,

I am so backlogged with blog posts about you! Here is a quick one just so I don't forget a few things! I've broke you of the swaddle and maybe even the pacifier! Last night you slept all night with out the swaddle. Then tonight you were laying on the bed just unwinding and playing with a little blanket and you just drifted off on your own with no swaddle and no paci.  I was absolutely amazed!

Normally you don't really know it's bed time until I wrap you up and stick a pacifier in your mouth. That calms you instantly and you fall asleep, but this is way better! I hope you keep it up.

You are doing really well with all the solid foods. You've had banana, apple, sweet potato, avocado, and tomorrow I'm going to give you some watermelon.

We went to Disneyland on Sunday, I have lots of pics to post later...

Friday, May 20, 2011

Plane Crash Scare

Dear Olive,

You had your first plane ride last night. Unfortunately we never made it to our destination.

I've been growing gray hairs lately, and everyone says it's due to stress. So when it was time to go to Hawaii and visit Carmen and her family for Brucie's wedding, I was excited to get away and destress a bit. So much time and money preparing for this trip... but it never happened.

We boarded the plane and got all settled in and ready to take off! But right after we got all situated, they told everyone to deplane so they could finish some routine maintenance that was not done (miscommunication from the maint. dept they said.) So we gathered all of our stuff again and got off.

30 minutes later we boarded again. But the captain came back on, "Well this is just not a lucky plane today, now we have to...." blah blah blah fix another part in the engine and then be on our way. Finally it was ready and we took off. This kind of thing has happened to me many times before, and it's never been a problem.

I'm not sure how far over the ocean we were, but I had taken a little nap and the flight attendants were coming down the aisles with drinks. I was in the middle of fiddling with my earphones thinking about what I wanted to drink, when all the oxygen masks dropped down from the ceiling.

Everyone looked around like, "Is this a malfunction?" But then someone came over the speaker and told us to put on the masks. That's when the adrenaline hit. You were sleeping in granmakin's arms and I just remember saying, "Give her to me!!!" I know you are supposed to put your mask on first and then help others, I knew I'd be no help to you if I was passed out. But I was so worried about your little lungs. It was so sad, you were peacefully sleeping. I yanked the pacifier out of your mouth and tried to put the mask up to your face. I was trying to hold mine to my face because I couldn't find the straps (they are tucked away fyi, and you have to pull them out) and once I got it out it was so huge and it kept slipping off my head anyway. They really are not easy in a panic.

The plane was going downward and you were just freaking out, turning your head and resisting the mask, while I tried to make sure you were breathing ok. Granmakin told me to open the window so we could see what was happening, and she looked at me with real fear in her eyes and said, "I think we're going to go down in the ocean."

I realized if we went down it would be really hard to keep you safe, so I tried to put the carrier on while we were descending. Honestly, we didn't know how much time we had, and if we were going down, I needed to get you attached to me. We were trying to get the straps on and then get you in, and the flight attendant came running over, freaking out to put the mask back on you. That made me even more scared to see her so serious and frantic. Part of me knew I needed to put your mask on, and part of me was afraid we only had seconds before we might plunge into the ocean and I'd lose hold of you.

Finally granmakin helped me get the straps tighter on my mask and I realized part of your mask was tucked under and I think oxygen was escaping. Those damn things are like floppy thin rubber and are very hard to handle on a moving baby. I got it more secure and held it fast, even as you thrashed. Your poor little arms were sticking out from the carrier because there was no time to try and and adjust you. And our oxygen bags looked so different than yours, I was so afraid you could not breath. I was so afraid you were going to go limp or pass out. I have never felt such adrenaline that was this long lasting, wondering if this was it for us. It was horrible.

Yet I was pretty composed until granmakin mentioned she had been having a bad feeling about coming and she had not told me because I have issues with this kind of thing any way. She thought it was the end for us, and I was extremely sad.

We kept going down and then finally someone announced we could take off the oxygen masks because we were low enough to be able to breath again. We hadn't thought about the fact we were going down so fast because of the cabin pressure, instead of crashing. I felt a rush of relief just knowing you were going to be ok, but it was not over yet.

We were then prompted to prepare for a crash landing. The flight attendants had on their life vests and we were trying to read through the brochures to see how to use ours. I wasn't sure how I was going to put it on because you were already strapped to me, so where would a life vest go? I decided I'd put it around my legs or something, just a way to use it to float I guess.

We were told to take off any heels or pointy things, jewelry, anything that could poke a hole in the raft. Eventually the captain came on again and told us we'd be landing in LA in about 25 minutes. The flight attendants then prompted us on how to brace ourselves for a hard landing and how to have an "orderly escape". We were supposed to leave behind EVERYTHING, so I was thinking how I better grab my phone at least. I'd leave my wallet, my new nook, my mac, whatever. I had one small pocket, good for a phone.

They quickly showed us where the exits were, repeating in loud strained voices where all the emergency doors were located. They showed us how to sit and brace ourselves, with your head down between your knees, again of course that would not be possible with you on my chest. If you couldn't assume that position, they told us to brace against the seat in front of us.

There was something to do with having too much fuel to have a safe landing, and there would be fire trucks and the like waiting for our arrival in case we were too heavy to land or something. But that made me feel better because he explained some of the loud noise was him just trying to burn fuel before we landed.

The whole time going down I was so scared that you weren't breathing. You were asleep in the carrier on my chest and I kept holding my breath so I could feel your stomach move. When we got close to landing I took your pacifier out so it would not cause you harm in the event we actually crashed.

Everything turned out fine and we got to pull in to the terminal and deplane as normal. Granpakin looked into it more today and apparently we were at the regular cruising altitude when the the alarms went off in the cockpit, and if it's bad enough, the masks will drop down. We had to go from 38,000 feet to 10,000 feet to be able to breath, and that is why it seemed like we were going down so fast... because I guess we were.

There was going to be a later flight on a new plane, but they canceled it because the crew were too freaked out to even think about flying again right away.

Now it's 10 pm the next day, we had a long night stranded in LA last night, we found a hotel eventually, then today we had to take a shuttle back to LAX, take a bus ride to Irvine, then a train to Oceanside, and get picked up to come back home. I am so tired, I can't wait to hit the pillow... This has been a really, really long 2 days. I'm so glad I was not alone for this ordeal! I can not explain or put into words the feelings that came over me in those moments, so I won't even try. I kept it bare bones and this was the best I can do to explain your first plane ride. Lets hope the next one is a little better!!!

Here are some pictures: You in your travel outfit visiting Nana on our way up to the airport. Us at the airport today just waiting around. You and granmakin on the bus to Irvine. Then you guys on the train down to San Diego. You were such a good girl the entire time.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Olive, You're a Person Now!

Dear Olive,

Many, many things have been going on lately and I can't keep up! You had your first Easter and we gave you your first taste of "solid" food. It was pretty much a mess!

Since then however, you've had bananas AND apples and I must say you are keeping most of it in quite nicely. Yesterday I roasted 5 organic apples in the oven and mashed them up for you (and me) and I am sorry to say you'll be eating that for the next few days. Exciting I know, but it's what they say I have to do. One food at a time my dear!

We've been walking a lot with our friend Summer and you just can't get the hang of sleeping in a stroller. Yesterday we had the first BBQ jam day at her house. There was a good crowd there and lots of musical instruments. I have a feeling you are going to have a beat.

You're now rolling, scooting, and making me pay even more attention to you! Sometimes you scoot across the whole living room rug and freak me out! I feel like I had so much to tell you about the past few weeks but now I'm forgetting. Oh I know, you keep getting dreadlocks and they keep falling off and then you get more. I can't tell you how many people stop and tug on your hair, "She's got something in her hair..."

We took you up to the cabin and hiked around... doesn't your dad look like a sasquash in the woods?

He has since gotten a hair cut and looks all grown up now (especially since he got a blue tooth and thinks he is cool.)

There are so many things I don't want to forget.. like the way you vigorously kick your legs when someone's holding you outward. You just get super happy and KICK KICK KICK. It's cute. Well this is good enough for now, I'll try to post next time you do something I want to remember someday!!!

We are just so amazed at how much of a little person you've become. You aren't a blob anymore. Nope. You notice when I leave a room, you respond to singing and laughing, and you can almost (almost) be reasoned with. Love you little bean sprout!