We Poisoned Our Kid

The other day (last Wednesday) I made beef stew with red wine in the broth, but I didn’t plan it well. I was following the recipe and the stew had cooked an hour before I read the part about simmer another hour, do another step, then simmer for a final hour. Shit! It was 6 p.m. and the stew was supposed to be that night’s dinner. Plan B kicked in and we ate something else for dinner that night. I left the stew on the stove …

… with the heat up too high. The stew cooked down too much and nearly burned (see previous post about my pregnant knack for burning up meals: http://sarabellae.livejournal.com/81741.html). Ian came along and added more water and wine to the broth. We went to sleep.

The stew was resurrected for the following night’s meal. It tasted OK, but wasn’t all that I had hoped it would be. The broth was too soupy, not stewy enough. Later that night, Lucas woke up vomiting. He was sick repeatedly throughout the night and even the next morning.

We can’t be sure what caused it, but I suspect that the bottle of red wine that went into the stew pot wasn’t good for our 4-year-old. Too many tannins? Too acidic for him? I don’t think there was a high alcohol content after cooking it, but who knows? Ian and I were fine. Lucas’s only symptoms were a very sad tummy, vomiting, and lethargy the next day. (He took three naps because he’d been up being sick the night before.) Poor baby.

Posted In: kids on January 9, 2007 Comments (3)

Wacky Dreams

Ex-boyfriend Dream
Ex and ex’s sister in the dream show me their family’s new house, which is built in a very fairy tale style complete with gray stone tower and conical roof. The time is now, so ex is definitely an ex, but in the dream, I’m not pregnant. We converse and catch up on what’s been happening in each other’s lives. There’s a good feeling between us. Then ex tells me he has a present for me–sort of. It’s something he wants me to keep safe for him. He hands me a tall glass cylinder full of murky greenish fluid, some water plants, and a few green frogs. I ask him what this is for and why it’s so important. He tells me it’s his semen that he’s been saving for me, and that he thought I might be able to use it.

Interpretation: I’m glad I married Ian and not this ex. Ian gives me baby boys. Ex-boyfriend gives me frogs.

Birth Dream
I’m pregnant in this dream and go into labor. There’s not a lot of detail here, except that I labor and give birth. Instead of a baby, however, I have three puppies. This surprises me a lot, but I valiantly try to accept what the universe has given me. When they show me their puppy teeth though, my enthusiasm for breastfeeding is greatly diminished.

Interpretation: Sometimes Ian gives me puppies.

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35 Weeks, 1 day

Thirty-five weeks, one day, and all is well, per Ruth, my midwife. Today Lucas got to come along to the appointment for the first time. He was jazzed about hearing the baby’s heart beating via the doppler thingy. Ruth says baby is still smallish and that it’s highly unlikley that I’ll end up with a nine-pounder when he’s born. That is soothing music to my … ears.

My favorite paparazzi, the dynamic duo of photos, came over yesterday and took pics of me, my bountifully big belly, and my family. I can’t wait to see ’em. Thank you, oh Flowery Ones.

Posted In: kids on January 2, 2007 Comments (1)

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