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September 2006 articles

September 29, 2006

Broncos and Pokes and Badgers - oh my!

It's been awhile my friends. My last post was sometime in July and even that was just a teaser. I've pretty much declared this site Sam and Daisy's domain. I'm even considering changing the web address to something more fitting - i.e. daisyjanney.com or samanddaisyjanney.com, both of which seem more appropriate these days.

Now that Daisy is more mobile, Sam and I spend most of our time chasing her down. I haven't spent this much time crawling around since I hurt my back a few years ago. She does motor! She's also starting to learn the word "no" due to her fascination with the fireplace, anything sharp and electrical cords. Yes, our little girl is growing up. We're convinced Daisy's stubborness is either from Aunt Jenna or mommy dearest *evil grin*

With Sam being a key member of the Share community, Daisy little miss independent, I'm getting a chance to enjoy America's new pastime football. For my b-day, Sam hooked me up with ESPN's Gameplan (yes, she rules). With Gameplan, we've (yes, Daisy enjoys football, but only in HD) been able to watch the Badgers on a pretty regular basis along with the rest of the Big-10. Since we're back in AFC West territory we also get a good dose of Broncos and the rest of the AFC, which is a nice departure from the NFC Central. Sorry uncle Brian and our friends at Lands' End, the Vikings and Packers just didn't cut it for us. As for Wyoming, well, they are still Wyoming and we love them no matter what. We're just hoping they sneak out a win or two within the conference.

Where are the Janney's? Connie and Jennifer just returned from a fabulous, and memorable trip to Italy. Mom and dad will be out for a visit to P-town in early October, while Sam, Daisy and I will return the favor over Halloween.

See ya in another month or two ;)

PLUG: Don't forget to visit or tell friends about Halloween.tv, your source for locating Haunted Houses this Halloween.

Posted by paul at 08:30 AM in Paul rant


September 21, 2006

September 21

Today is an extremely important day for my family. It is first of all the day my sweet, wonderful husband was born 32 years ago. Secondly it is Daisy's original due date. I remember when we went to the doctor to do blood work after I got my positive test at home. The nurse said, "Oh yes, you are definitely pregnant. I'd say about seven weeks. That puts your due date at around..." As she looked at the "preggo wheel" I smiled at Paul, and somehow he already knew. She said, "September 21." Paul beamed and I said, "That's his birthday!"

Hee Haw Daddy!

We were so excited that the baby would be born on or around his birthday. Of course in my mind I was thinking, "yikes, can I handle two of them?" But really it seemed so special, so unlikely... this baby was meant to be.

You can imagine our shock when she tried to come on MY birthday in June. We joked (as we often do when we're scared or worried) that Daisy got the birthdays mixed up and thought she was due on MINE instead of Paul's. Luckily, our fireball decided to wait a bit longer and chose July 3 to make her entrance.

Even more special about this day is that Daisy is truly a one-year-old. She reminded us of this fact by waking up at 4am this morning intent on playing with my face and telling us all about the world in general in her Daisy babble. Paul said he swore she said, "I am one. I am one. I am one." Not sure if she's building complete sentences just yet, but who knows?


In a strange turn of events, Daisy's being early has actually allowed us to celebrate her birth on her dad's birthday. You see, if she had gone to term who knows what day she would have been born - this way we can always assume it would have been the 21st, Paul's b-day. Daddy and daughter can always share something special about today.

They are thick as thieves, these two. I love watching them play on the floor at night, or listening to her as she cackles loudly at whatever antics her daddy is pulling. Last night we were watching "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," she simply laid with him on the couch, watching the movie and eating Cheerios. She was so content, so relaxed... so happy.

Paul and Daisy will always have a special bond, even beyond father and daughter. I think that's the greatest birthday gift ever.

Daddys Girl

Happy Birthday Paul, we love you.
Sam and Daisy

Posted by sam at 09:38 AM in Sam rant


September 10, 2006

Daisy the incredible toddler

In the NICU I knew my daughter was going to be independent. Firey. Headstrong. Stubborn. I was thrilled about it, used to whisper to her "atta girl" when the nurses told me she kept pulling her "sunglasses" off and wires out. I would secretly smile inside when I'd show up at the NICU and the nurses would seem worn out, they'd ask me "did she move around that much in your belly?"

Aww yes, my firestarter. My fighter.

So you think I'd be prepared for Daisy the incredible toddler yes?

Not even close.

Crabby Girl

Perhaps I was in denial, thinking that my sweet turnip, my lovely flower, would always do as I wished, because -I- am her mommy. HA! If she could make full sentences just yet she would say, "Silly mommy, DUH! Now get outta my way, I need to change the channel back to Dragon Tales."

There are so many things that are wonderful and yet... making me crazy. Wonderful because I love to see her grow, develop, be her amazing self. But making me nuts.

Crazy. Certifiable. Going bananas. You get the picture.

For instance...

Daisy has started to boycott sleep.

Not sure why, you'd think that sleeping for as long as you like, every day of your life, would be a (thanks Martha) "good thing." Someone to rock you, feed you, change you, kiss your head and sing to you... again, a "good thing." Warm jammies, nice nightlight, comfy crib... yet again, a "good thing."

Where do I sign up?

But noooooooooooooooooooooooo. Not the amazing, incredible toddler Daisy. She would rather stay up late crawling all over the place, wake up at 3am trying to crawl, wake up at 5am trying to crawl - finally getting mom to drag her tired hiney out of bed... so she can crawl.

Okay, so yes, I worried, complained, cried, prayed that she would crawl, that she would move. And in my heart I am so incredibly thankful, so grateful, so proud of my turnip... but my dry, gritty eyes, my sleepy brain... they're not so sure about this whole mobility thing.

Not even bringing her to bed with me is working these days, used to she wouldn't try to get up, she would just curl up next to me and drift off to sweet slumber. Yesterday morning I felt her sort of moving about, next thing I know she's sitting up, hitting me on the butt, like get up mama. In fact, with every "bap" she was saying "mama mama mama mama."

There is definitely some "independence switch" that has been flipped since she figured out she doesn't need me to move her around. You can sense her thinking, "hmmmm, this is all about me. I can do what I want, when I want. And really, that mommy person with the crazy hair can't do a whole lot to stop me. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Another wonderful challenge is feeding.

Bottles are going to the wayside, yet she won't take a cup. She pushes away spoonfuls of baby food and yet she won't eat a ton of table food. She makes the funniest face when I try to give her a bite to eat, she pushes the spoon away and looks like she's smelled something terrible. The nose squishes, the lips turn downward. Again, if she could talk she would say, "Silly mommy. Where's my Cheerios and cheese sticks?"

I think I'm going to wake up one day and she'll have changed into a Cheerio or a butter cracker, for the most part that's about all she wants to eat. Well, except for frozen yogurt and mandarin oranges. She spits out veggies, most fruit, meat and in addition is only eating maybe 16-20 oz of formula a day. With all of this crawling, pulling to stand and rolling around you'd think she'd be hungrier... right?

And finally, there is our fireplace. The evil, ominous fireplace. The thing they warn you about the most (besides the stairs) when your baby starts to move around.

No matter what I do, Daisy finds a way to the fireplace. I'm getting a ton of exercise, up and up I bounce, picking her up, moving her away from the fireplace. I realized this morning that I am truly getting a bit exhausted as I TRIED TO REASON with her about the fireplace. There I was, holding her in my lap, explaining the pros and cons of being near the fireplace. She kept laughing, pulling her NUK out of her mouth, and bapping me on the nose with it.

Cranky Playard

You know though, even as I sit here whining about these things, I smile. I can't help it! I am whipped, a bit frustrated and of course concerned that she isn't eating or sleeping enough - or that she'll figure out how to open the fireplace before I get to her because I'll have passed out from lack of sleep, but in my heart I am so happy. My goodness, if you had told me last summer that I'd be able to complain about these typical things that babies do, not sure I'd have believed you.

No matter how tired I get, I know that there are many scarier things that could keep me up at night. I'll take a fiery, sweet, funny little girl hitting me on the butt over that any time.

Posted by sam at 07:31 AM in Sam rant


September 06, 2006

September 6, the day Daisy came home

A year ago today we got the phone call we had been waiting 65 days to receive.

Well actually, I happened to call in during rounds and our favorite nurse Judy was there. When she answered and told me they were doing rounds I quickly said I'd call back later because I knew she wouldn't be able to talk. She said, "Oh no, hold on a sec. I think the doctor would like to talk to you."

My heart started to beat REALLY fast - was this it? Were they sending her home? Or had something bad happened? Ever the typical POP (parent of a preemie), waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He got on the phone and said, "Mrs. Janney? We're sending her home today. She's been here long enough and well, we're tired of having to watch her all the time." I CRIED! I CHEERED! I SCREAMED! If I had been there in front of the doctor I would have tackle-hugged him to the ground.

Our sweet, little baby girl was finally going to come home.

I thanked God, her guardian angel, the doctors, the nurses... heck, I think I thanked the mailman that day. I was so completely and utterly grateful.

We spent 65 days watching her learn to breathe, eat, grow and maintain her temperature in a hospital 45 miles away from our home. I sat by her isolette and rubbed her back on a day when she kept having spells and they suspected sepsis (although they never told me that until after she was discharged). Paul tried to hold and feed her when she would desat... we smiled and laughed when I was able to give her the first tub bath.

What felt like the longest time in our lives was finally coming to an end. Our daughter, OUR BABY, was coming home.

That day is etched in my mind, it seemed so surreal. When we got there Judy had packed up all of her things and had her "homecoming" outfit that I had picked out weeks before laid out for me to put her in. I cried and hugged Judy at least four-five times that day before we left, not only had she taken care of Daisy, she had taken care of Paul and I as well.

I remember going down in the elevator with her, fearful that someone would sneeze or sniffle. Walking through the lobby, finally a parent with a baby in a carseat. Getting into the truck and riding in the back with her on the hour long drive home. Paul kept looking at me in the rearview mirror as I watched Daisy's face to make sure she was breathing. He said he had never been so careful driving in his entire life.

When we got home I sat down on the couch with her - she was fast asleep. I whispered to her that this was her home. Paul smiled, looked a little nervous and said, "Sam, there's a baby in our house."

Our family was finally whole.

Today is Daisy's anniversary of coming home safe and sound to us, it is a day of celebration for us, and of triumph for her.

Peek a boo Pauly

Posted by sam at 11:09 AM in Sam rant


September 02, 2006

A cool movie of Daisy on the go

We present for your viewing enjoyment a video Paul captured this morning of the fabulous "Wonder Daisy" crawling across the floor.

(Trouble above? Download the video of Daisy crawling, wmv 3.42MB)

After you've watched the movie please take a moment to visit "Share Your Story" and sign a petition that would help the March of Dimes receive a "doodle" on the Google web site on Prematurity Awareness Day, November 14. It would give exposure of MOD and prematurity to millions of visitors that day.

Thank you for checking in with the Janneys!
Sam :)

Posted by sam at 10:12 AM in Sam rant