I'm continually fascinated by the ongoing genetics experiment we're conducting by having children. It's pretty easy to see where some traits come from. I have my father's long, narrow fingers and feet, so it's not hard to see where Alec's absurdly long fingers and monkey toes came from, for instance. But although I have a lot of my father's build, I look nothing like him in the face. But K has his mouth. And Alec has his nose and ears, and I would not be surprised at all to see a big resemblance as he gets older. Apparently my father's face has been hiding in my genetic code, just waiting for the opportunity to be expressed.
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We finished watching Torchwood: Children of Earth last night, and I don't think I've watched such a depressing five hours since the time I made the mistake of watching Schindler's List and Life is Beautiful in the same week. It was just so unrelentingly awful, in ways that I'm really sensitive to right now. Which is not to say that it was badly written, acted or produced. It was just a good telling of a story I really didn't want to watch.
Hey, remember when Captain Jack was likeable and fun? I miss that.
B isn't working tomorrow but we're still shipping K off to daycare, so hopefully we'll be able to go see Harry Potter tomorrow. This is all dependent on the baby cooperating with a nice long nap, but given that there are showings about every half hour tomorrow, we should be able to find some point in the day when he'll sleep long enough. We might as well take advantage of the sleep like the dead phase of infancy while we can.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
2 1/2 weeks
I went to the doctor Friday to have my incision inspected and everything is looking good. The bacteria causing the infection turns out to be MRSA, which would explain why it didn't respond to the first antibiotic, as that it was one that MRSA is resistant to. It makes me really glad that we decided not to circumcise Alec, because the last thing a baby with a MRSA-infected mother needs is an open wound on a sensitive place just waiting to get colonized.
Life is starting to settle into a new normal. Alec is developing not so much a schedule as a pattern. He likes to spend 2-4 hours cluster feeding, interspersed with cat-napping and alert periods, then sleeps for six hours. It's a bizarre schedule for a newborn, but he seems to be eating well, producing as many dirty diapers as he should and is gaining weight, so we're just going with it. Such long sleep periods do make me have hope that he'll sleep through the night early, or at least earlier than K did at 22 months.
It's been 2 1/2 weeks, and he's already changing:
- He's having more alert periods and spent a good ten minutes in the bouncy seat last evening, admiring the dangling toys.
- Diaper changes are improving, in that the mere act of having his clothes or diaper taken off is no longer cause for him to demand intervention from Amnesty International. He would still like having a cold wet cloth applied to his genitals be declared a violation of human rights however. I can't say I blame him, but we have to get the poo off somehow.
- In slightly less positive changes, the infant acne has arrived. Our poor little pizza face. Time will tell if he also gets the cradle cap his sister had. I love my children, but I have to admit this is not necessarily the phase of infancy where they are at their most physically attractive.
Life is starting to settle into a new normal. Alec is developing not so much a schedule as a pattern. He likes to spend 2-4 hours cluster feeding, interspersed with cat-napping and alert periods, then sleeps for six hours. It's a bizarre schedule for a newborn, but he seems to be eating well, producing as many dirty diapers as he should and is gaining weight, so we're just going with it. Such long sleep periods do make me have hope that he'll sleep through the night early, or at least earlier than K did at 22 months.
It's been 2 1/2 weeks, and he's already changing:
- He's having more alert periods and spent a good ten minutes in the bouncy seat last evening, admiring the dangling toys.
- Diaper changes are improving, in that the mere act of having his clothes or diaper taken off is no longer cause for him to demand intervention from Amnesty International. He would still like having a cold wet cloth applied to his genitals be declared a violation of human rights however. I can't say I blame him, but we have to get the poo off somehow.
- In slightly less positive changes, the infant acne has arrived. Our poor little pizza face. Time will tell if he also gets the cradle cap his sister had. I love my children, but I have to admit this is not necessarily the phase of infancy where they are at their most physically attractive.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Home again
I was sprung from the hospital yesterday morning. The antibiotics worked pretty quickly to make things look visibly better after the first dose, and three more have gotten things down to the point that they were willing to let me go with oral antibiotics. So I'm back home with my babies.
Thankfully, Alec has gone back to the breast like he never left, and if you were to point out to him that he spent his first week of life refusing to latch, he'll deny it while looking at the sky and whistling nonchalantly. Whistling while spending two hours sucking desultorily away is quite a trick, but he's talented.
If you ever find yourself in the situation of needing to use a bottle early in a breastfeeding relationship, I highly recommend the Breastflow bottle. It's designed to mimic feeding at the breast, both in requiring the baby to latch correctly and having an incredibly slow flow. We barely ever have to burp Alec with these bottles either. Given that he had only been reliably latching for about a day and a half before I had to go back to the hospital, I really think having to use a different bottle with a faster flow would have been disastrous for getting back to nursing. As it is, my supply has definitely taken a hit, but that's fixable. We're supplementing a bit as needed and he has no problem switching back and forth, often in the same feeding.
Thankfully, Alec has gone back to the breast like he never left, and if you were to point out to him that he spent his first week of life refusing to latch, he'll deny it while looking at the sky and whistling nonchalantly. Whistling while spending two hours sucking desultorily away is quite a trick, but he's talented.
If you ever find yourself in the situation of needing to use a bottle early in a breastfeeding relationship, I highly recommend the Breastflow bottle. It's designed to mimic feeding at the breast, both in requiring the baby to latch correctly and having an incredibly slow flow. We barely ever have to burp Alec with these bottles either. Given that he had only been reliably latching for about a day and a half before I had to go back to the hospital, I really think having to use a different bottle with a faster flow would have been disastrous for getting back to nursing. As it is, my supply has definitely taken a hit, but that's fixable. We're supplementing a bit as needed and he has no problem switching back and forth, often in the same feeding.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Not how I intended to spend the holiday weekend
So! I'm back in the hospital. What looked like irritated skin around my incision earlier this week turned into a spreading redness that kept going even after my doctor put me on antibiotics. So I earned myself a stay in the hospital for iv antibiotics.
I feel fine physically. The infection isn't in the incision, it's just the skin above the incision. I'm receiving an iv bag of antibiotics every 12 hours, which makes this feel like the biggest waste of money in the world for me to lie around in a hospital bed just to receive medication twice a day. Fortunately, it's working pretty rapidly, so it's hopeful that I'll be able to go home tomorrow.
Children aren't allowed in the building I'm in because of the swine flu, so you can imagine how I'm doing emotionally. It's bad enough leaving K again after being gone last week, but there's a special sort of hell involved in being forced to be away from your ten-day-old baby when you're filled to the brim with hormones telling you you need to be taking care of him. Intellectually, I know that he's fine and well-taken care of, that my health is more important than what havoc this might wreak with the breastfeeding that was just starting to go well and given that he's been sleeping 20 hours a day, he probably barely knows I'm gone. But my body doesn't care.
On the plus side, being on the "Women's Health Pavilion" floor instead of the maternity unit has resulted in much better accommodations that most significantly don't include a roommate who leaves the tv on all night (not that there's any good time for this, but waking up at 6am is way too damn early to be confonted with Married...with Children). And although we were told last week that the hospital doesn't have wi-fi, when B brought my laptop in so I could watch dvds, I discovered that in fact they are "happy to provide our patients and guests with free wireless internet access."
Thank goodness B's parents are still here. And while I feel like a terrible hostess for having to go to the hospital the day my mother arrived for a visit, it was nice to have her here to keep me company most of the afternoon.
But I just want to go home, dammit.
I feel fine physically. The infection isn't in the incision, it's just the skin above the incision. I'm receiving an iv bag of antibiotics every 12 hours, which makes this feel like the biggest waste of money in the world for me to lie around in a hospital bed just to receive medication twice a day. Fortunately, it's working pretty rapidly, so it's hopeful that I'll be able to go home tomorrow.
Children aren't allowed in the building I'm in because of the swine flu, so you can imagine how I'm doing emotionally. It's bad enough leaving K again after being gone last week, but there's a special sort of hell involved in being forced to be away from your ten-day-old baby when you're filled to the brim with hormones telling you you need to be taking care of him. Intellectually, I know that he's fine and well-taken care of, that my health is more important than what havoc this might wreak with the breastfeeding that was just starting to go well and given that he's been sleeping 20 hours a day, he probably barely knows I'm gone. But my body doesn't care.
On the plus side, being on the "Women's Health Pavilion" floor instead of the maternity unit has resulted in much better accommodations that most significantly don't include a roommate who leaves the tv on all night (not that there's any good time for this, but waking up at 6am is way too damn early to be confonted with Married...with Children). And although we were told last week that the hospital doesn't have wi-fi, when B brought my laptop in so I could watch dvds, I discovered that in fact they are "happy to provide our patients and guests with free wireless internet access."
Thank goodness B's parents are still here. And while I feel like a terrible hostess for having to go to the hospital the day my mother arrived for a visit, it was nice to have her here to keep me company most of the afternoon.
But I just want to go home, dammit.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
One week
One week ago right now, I was lying in a hospital bed, admiring my most marvelous newborn son. Our hospital stay was surprisingly decent for a crowded inner-city hospital, but we were all very happy to come home. Here's our status so far:
Alec: Right now, he's in the eat-sleep newborn cycle where he basically wakes up to eat and to object to the horrific state of his diaper (apparently he poops hydrochloric acid, given his vociferous reaction to it), then cuddles back down in our arms and goes back to sleep. He has the most amazing menagerie of animal noises when he's expressing his woe, with squeals that start out like a horse whinny and escalate up to pterodactyl shriek, and deep piggy grunts. I'm remembering some of the things I had forgotten about newborns, like the difficulty of diapering a violently kicking, crying little being without letting them get their feet in poo and stamping it all around.
He looks quite a bit like his sister did at that age. They have the same round cheeks, velvety dark hair (although he has quite a bit less than K did), Wolfman pelt of dark hair on his ears, shoulders and back and dark grey eyes. I expected K's to turn brown, but they surprised me by just turning a lighter grey. I'll be very interested to see what Alec's do. He has my father's nose and ears (or ear, I should say, since my father had mismatched ears and Alec's are mostly the same. But they're very much like one of Dad's ears). When I look at him, I see a lot of my father and brother.
Although he was nearly nine pounds, he was 95th percentile for height and only 75th for weight, so he isn't a fat baby yet. We started using the cloth diapers that were technically supposed to fit an 8 pound baby, but decided that since they went halfway up to his armpits and extended down to his knees that we should wait a couple weeks.
Me: I'm feeling pretty good, all things considered. Part of it is that they gave me much better drugs than I had last time - I was started out with a PCA pump of morphine and then given a nice combo of perc0cet and industrial-strength ibuprofen. As a result, I've felt much more mobile this time around. Things seem to be healing well, although the skin surrounding my incision has developed a nice case of cellulitis that earned me a round of antibiotics.
Breastfeeding got off to a rough start, which was starting to make me a bit neurotic and panicky, but tonight, the simple introduction of a nipple shield produced a lovely productive nursing session and a baby that has been sleeping contentedly for the past hour. Given that on Sunday, I was forced to switch to bottles because of a quite dehydrated baby who was refusing to latch, this is quite a relief. I don't feel like we'll be out of the woods until this becomes a consistent performance and he does well at his weight check on Thursday, but I'm a heck of a lot more hopeful.
K: is absolutely THRILLED with her baby brother. She loves holding him, and when I put her in bed with her last night while we read bedtime stories, she was in seventh heaven. On the downside, I found her in a pullup when I picked her up from preschool yesterday because she wanted to be like him (although she was still using the toilet, so I guess it doesn't really matter) and she spent part of today drinking milk out of a bottle.
She's definitely feeling pretty attached to me. Part of that is that she wasn't allowed to go see me in the hospital, which I felt just awful about. I agree that protecting tiny babies from swine flu is important, but every time I talked to K about what would happen when I went to the hospital, it ended with "And then you'll come see me and baby brother." Instead, she didn't get to see me for three days. I'm trying to make up for it by being as available as I can given that I'm often pinned under a baby. Thankfully, B's parents have been wonderful at distracting her with activities, bless them.
I'm sure life will get a lot harder as the extra help leaves and the honeymoon ends, but right now, life with a new baby is going pretty well.
Alec: Right now, he's in the eat-sleep newborn cycle where he basically wakes up to eat and to object to the horrific state of his diaper (apparently he poops hydrochloric acid, given his vociferous reaction to it), then cuddles back down in our arms and goes back to sleep. He has the most amazing menagerie of animal noises when he's expressing his woe, with squeals that start out like a horse whinny and escalate up to pterodactyl shriek, and deep piggy grunts. I'm remembering some of the things I had forgotten about newborns, like the difficulty of diapering a violently kicking, crying little being without letting them get their feet in poo and stamping it all around.
He looks quite a bit like his sister did at that age. They have the same round cheeks, velvety dark hair (although he has quite a bit less than K did), Wolfman pelt of dark hair on his ears, shoulders and back and dark grey eyes. I expected K's to turn brown, but they surprised me by just turning a lighter grey. I'll be very interested to see what Alec's do. He has my father's nose and ears (or ear, I should say, since my father had mismatched ears and Alec's are mostly the same. But they're very much like one of Dad's ears). When I look at him, I see a lot of my father and brother.
Although he was nearly nine pounds, he was 95th percentile for height and only 75th for weight, so he isn't a fat baby yet. We started using the cloth diapers that were technically supposed to fit an 8 pound baby, but decided that since they went halfway up to his armpits and extended down to his knees that we should wait a couple weeks.
Me: I'm feeling pretty good, all things considered. Part of it is that they gave me much better drugs than I had last time - I was started out with a PCA pump of morphine and then given a nice combo of perc0cet and industrial-strength ibuprofen. As a result, I've felt much more mobile this time around. Things seem to be healing well, although the skin surrounding my incision has developed a nice case of cellulitis that earned me a round of antibiotics.
Breastfeeding got off to a rough start, which was starting to make me a bit neurotic and panicky, but tonight, the simple introduction of a nipple shield produced a lovely productive nursing session and a baby that has been sleeping contentedly for the past hour. Given that on Sunday, I was forced to switch to bottles because of a quite dehydrated baby who was refusing to latch, this is quite a relief. I don't feel like we'll be out of the woods until this becomes a consistent performance and he does well at his weight check on Thursday, but I'm a heck of a lot more hopeful.
K: is absolutely THRILLED with her baby brother. She loves holding him, and when I put her in bed with her last night while we read bedtime stories, she was in seventh heaven. On the downside, I found her in a pullup when I picked her up from preschool yesterday because she wanted to be like him (although she was still using the toilet, so I guess it doesn't really matter) and she spent part of today drinking milk out of a bottle.
She's definitely feeling pretty attached to me. Part of that is that she wasn't allowed to go see me in the hospital, which I felt just awful about. I agree that protecting tiny babies from swine flu is important, but every time I talked to K about what would happen when I went to the hospital, it ended with "And then you'll come see me and baby brother." Instead, she didn't get to see me for three days. I'm trying to make up for it by being as available as I can given that I'm often pinned under a baby. Thankfully, B's parents have been wonderful at distracting her with activities, bless them.
I'm sure life will get a lot harder as the extra help leaves and the honeymoon ends, but right now, life with a new baby is going pretty well.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Home at last
Forgive me, the hospital had no wireless connection. I didn't mean to leave you all hanging:
Alexander (Alec) Foster Atkinson-Freeman, born June 23 at 10:03 AM. 8 pounds, 14 ounces, 21 3/4 inches. Currently plotting world domination.
We are all home and well, albeit quite sore. More later when I'm not dealing with a clingy four-year-old who wasn't allowed to visit us in the hospital because of the swine flu.
Alexander (Alec) Foster Atkinson-Freeman, born June 23 at 10:03 AM. 8 pounds, 14 ounces, 21 3/4 inches. Currently plotting world domination.
We are all home and well, albeit quite sore. More later when I'm not dealing with a clingy four-year-old who wasn't allowed to visit us in the hospital because of the swine flu.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tomorrow, I'm going to go to the hospital and have an actual tiny baby.
I think we're ready. The grandparents are here on child care duty. The birthday girl has been amply feted, and I even managed to finish all four princess dresses and the cloak in time. I have finally acquired the big sister gift.* There's still plenty more sewing I could do, but it may or may not happen depending on what kind of baby we get. We have a dresser full of teeny weeny washed baby clothes and 3 dozen washed diapers. Our bedroom is set up so all four of us can sleep together if necessary.
B and I went out to dinner and a movie tonight, sans child. We saw Up, which was just fantastic. I loved it despite the fact that I could see every single emotional plot point a mile off - I mean, how much more literal a representation of a metaphor can you have than a man with a house strapped to his back? But I don't really watch Pixar movies for the convoluted plots. The quality of animation, the fun characters, the wonderful talking dogs, the great touches of humor that had us laughing out loud at times - that's why we go see Pixar movies. I would definitely rank this one up with The Incredibles and Ratatouille.
Off to bed now, since we're going to have to get up way too early in the morning. Hopefully, this time tomorrow I'll have a healthy newborn sleeping next to me.
*I had left it too late to order something online, and when one of her birthday presents from a relative turned out to be a doll, we decided to get her something else. But then I drove out to an incredibly cool toy store (they have, no exaggeration, the ENTIRE line of Playmobil products), and discovered an anatomically correct boy doll, which I was able to purchase for the price of taking 2 minutes to fill out a preferred customer card, and FIVE DOLLARS. Down from $25. Zowee. At that price, I was able to get the doll carriage K had been asking for as well.
I think we're ready. The grandparents are here on child care duty. The birthday girl has been amply feted, and I even managed to finish all four princess dresses and the cloak in time. I have finally acquired the big sister gift.* There's still plenty more sewing I could do, but it may or may not happen depending on what kind of baby we get. We have a dresser full of teeny weeny washed baby clothes and 3 dozen washed diapers. Our bedroom is set up so all four of us can sleep together if necessary.
B and I went out to dinner and a movie tonight, sans child. We saw Up, which was just fantastic. I loved it despite the fact that I could see every single emotional plot point a mile off - I mean, how much more literal a representation of a metaphor can you have than a man with a house strapped to his back? But I don't really watch Pixar movies for the convoluted plots. The quality of animation, the fun characters, the wonderful talking dogs, the great touches of humor that had us laughing out loud at times - that's why we go see Pixar movies. I would definitely rank this one up with The Incredibles and Ratatouille.
Off to bed now, since we're going to have to get up way too early in the morning. Hopefully, this time tomorrow I'll have a healthy newborn sleeping next to me.
*I had left it too late to order something online, and when one of her birthday presents from a relative turned out to be a doll, we decided to get her something else. But then I drove out to an incredibly cool toy store (they have, no exaggeration, the ENTIRE line of Playmobil products), and discovered an anatomically correct boy doll, which I was able to purchase for the price of taking 2 minutes to fill out a preferred customer card, and FIVE DOLLARS. Down from $25. Zowee. At that price, I was able to get the doll carriage K had been asking for as well.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Four
Yesterday my tiny baby turned four years old. Although if you ask her, she's 28. Or possibly 6. But definitely a big girl now.
I can't believe how much she's grown up this year, physically, emotionally and intellectually. She started the year still a toddler in many ways, and now she's very much a little girl. A princess-dinosaur-horse-car-Lego-doll loving girl.
Happy birthday Sweetheart. You'll always be our baby, no matter how many new babies we bring home.
I can't believe how much she's grown up this year, physically, emotionally and intellectually. She started the year still a toddler in many ways, and now she's very much a little girl. A princess-dinosaur-horse-car-Lego-doll loving girl.
Happy birthday Sweetheart. You'll always be our baby, no matter how many new babies we bring home.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
39 weeks
I had my last weekly ob appointment today. My weight has stayed steady for the past two weeks, which will have me ending this pregnancy 15 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight. My blood pressure is uniformly excellent and doesn't seem inclined to pull the tricks it did last time of giving a high initial reading but going to normal after I lay down for a while.
All is quiet on the uterine front. My cervix is thinned out, but still quite high up and not dilated at all. I haven't had anything remotely like a labor contraction and if anything, I'm having fewer Braxton Hicks contractions than I was ten weeks ago, probably because I'm less active.
With K, I had a healthy enough fear of what life with a newborn would be like that I was perfectly happy to stay pregnant as long as possible. This time around, I'm not sure if it's having four years of parenting experience, the fact that between the extended morning sickness and the serial illnesses that followed it I've basically been sick for nine months, or the current fact that every time I walk, I'm not sure if my legs are going to fall right out of my hips before or after my pelvis breaks in two, but I'm perfectly happy to get this kid out with all due speed.
If I don't go into labor this weekend, this time next week (knock wood) I'll be in the hospital with a one-day-old baby. My goodness.
All is quiet on the uterine front. My cervix is thinned out, but still quite high up and not dilated at all. I haven't had anything remotely like a labor contraction and if anything, I'm having fewer Braxton Hicks contractions than I was ten weeks ago, probably because I'm less active.
With K, I had a healthy enough fear of what life with a newborn would be like that I was perfectly happy to stay pregnant as long as possible. This time around, I'm not sure if it's having four years of parenting experience, the fact that between the extended morning sickness and the serial illnesses that followed it I've basically been sick for nine months, or the current fact that every time I walk, I'm not sure if my legs are going to fall right out of my hips before or after my pelvis breaks in two, but I'm perfectly happy to get this kid out with all due speed.
If I don't go into labor this weekend, this time next week (knock wood) I'll be in the hospital with a one-day-old baby. My goodness.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
On leave
As of last Friday at 9pm, I am officially on maternity leave and it didn't come a second too soon. I was really struggling by the end of last week, to concentrate, to keep my speed up, just to stay awake. I've had the odd feeling of playing hooky yesterday and today, but I think I can live with that.
So I'm slowly but surely using this week to finish up baby preparations. All of the 0-3 month clothes and diapers are washed and in the dresser. I dug out the diaper pail last night and am making a new wet bag for it. I have a cloak and 2 3/4 princess dresses out of a planned four done for K's birthday present, a princess dressup box. I should be able to finish a new cover for the hideously drab child's Ikea Poang chair we got her (partly because I thought she would really like a chair all her own, but partly in hopes of keeping her out of her brother's bouncy seat).
Someone at Joann Fabrics must really love me, because flannel just went on sale for $2.49 a yard. Well, if they truly loved me, they would have done this a month ago, but still, when you have a large number of sewing projects that need flannel, it's thrilling to come across the rare sort of sale where you can afford to just pull whatever you want off the shelf without worrying about price. So I am amply set for cute flannel prints for lots of baby wipes (16 done so far), a couple new wet bags for the diaper pail, cloth pads for me, and enough left over to make some diapers in the future.
What I'm not really doing is planning K's birthday party. That would be because we can't get the phone numbers of any of the children from K's preschool that we would like to invite, and now that it's less than five days before the theoretical party, I've more or less thrown my hands up in despair. I admit, it takes a special sort of chutzpah to plan a child's birthday party on your due date, but we were planning something pretty small and informal. As it is, I've downgraded to inviting the child we've had playdates with over in the late afternoon for playing followed by dinner and cake. It's probably for the best, but I swear, next year she'll get a good party. And I'll send some cupcakes into preschool on Friday so they can celebrate there.
So I'm slowly but surely using this week to finish up baby preparations. All of the 0-3 month clothes and diapers are washed and in the dresser. I dug out the diaper pail last night and am making a new wet bag for it. I have a cloak and 2 3/4 princess dresses out of a planned four done for K's birthday present, a princess dressup box. I should be able to finish a new cover for the hideously drab child's Ikea Poang chair we got her (partly because I thought she would really like a chair all her own, but partly in hopes of keeping her out of her brother's bouncy seat).
Someone at Joann Fabrics must really love me, because flannel just went on sale for $2.49 a yard. Well, if they truly loved me, they would have done this a month ago, but still, when you have a large number of sewing projects that need flannel, it's thrilling to come across the rare sort of sale where you can afford to just pull whatever you want off the shelf without worrying about price. So I am amply set for cute flannel prints for lots of baby wipes (16 done so far), a couple new wet bags for the diaper pail, cloth pads for me, and enough left over to make some diapers in the future.
What I'm not really doing is planning K's birthday party. That would be because we can't get the phone numbers of any of the children from K's preschool that we would like to invite, and now that it's less than five days before the theoretical party, I've more or less thrown my hands up in despair. I admit, it takes a special sort of chutzpah to plan a child's birthday party on your due date, but we were planning something pretty small and informal. As it is, I've downgraded to inviting the child we've had playdates with over in the late afternoon for playing followed by dinner and cake. It's probably for the best, but I swear, next year she'll get a good party. And I'll send some cupcakes into preschool on Friday so they can celebrate there.
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