Morgan woke me up with backfists flying in my face this morning. The moment I woke up properly, she went back to sleep. I suppose she is working on becoming a pain in the arse - just like her mum!
Once up, I cleaned her up and fed her, then napped a bit more. Woke up a couple of hours later or so, and started cleaning the bedroom furniture I got her. Man - the layer of dust is impressive on them pieces of furniture! By the time I'm done scrubbing them clean I'll have HUGE biceps! Eventually, Morgan woke up again, and so I fed her and cleaned her up again. When she went back to sleep, I managed to sketch the Green Man's face on the top of the wooden panel in which the dressing table's mirror is set. These guidelines were awesome! I doodled it in white pencil so that once I paint it, I won't have issues rubbing it off.
My mum came over and helped me try to figure out the washing machine - alas, a pro needs to have a look at it. Told the landlady and she said she'll contact the tech dude. Hopefully it won't be long before he comes over to check it out. I pretty much am screwed without it.
Morgan was even more smiley today. There were times when she just looked at me and smiled without me saying a word to her. It is comforting to think that she knows that I love her and that she's happy with what I do with her. That smile can light up even the crappiest and gloomiest of days.
Before she left, my mum and I bathed Morgan and fed her. I managed to clean up the furniture a bit more as well.
Morgan and I then watched Ella Enchanted - which, as cheesy as it may seem, I actually really like. She spent the evening pretty much sleeping in my arms the whole time - except when she woke up to be fed and cleaned up.
When I put her to bed tonight, I read to her a couple of pages out of The Neverending Story again until she slept.
Goodnighty world!
Once asleep, I put away some more of her clothes, grabbed a bite, and tried to find a book of mine with no luck. A book I own two copies of... Ah well. It will turn up, I'm sure.
I'll be leaving you with a video clip of Morgan playing with Emily The Doll.
I am happy to report that Morgan has had no fever at all so far! I was dreading the night, as that is when fever tends to show up. I spent all day and night feeling her forehead to see if she's warm. At one point I thought she might be, so I had to find the courage to check her temperature.
I took her to the bathroom, which is where the nappy changer is, and put her on her tummy. Seeing her little bum waiting, up in the air, made me:
1)apologise for having to do this,
2)hope she doesn't have fever so as not to have to give her suppositories, and
3) REALLY hope she doesn't poop as it'd come flying straight towards me.
I took out the digital thermometer, and carefully took a reading. Thankfully only the shiny metal tip needs to be inserted, so it didn't bother her. Standing there, holding Morgan to make sure she doesn't move with one hand, and the thermometer with the other hand, I watched as the numbers on the thermometer's screen went higher and higher. "Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenofeverpleasepleasepleaseplease," I kept thinking. The numbers slowed down. I held my breath. 37.1°C... 37.2°C... 37.3°C... 37.4°C... BEEP!
The reading showed she had no fever!
We've had a pretty relaxed morning so far - listening to music, cuddling up, playing and observing stuff.
I'll leave you with a couple of video clips of Morgan for now!
Morgan whimpering in her sleep [19 March 2012]
Morgan smiling and making her usual noises [21 March 2012]
Unless you dress your baby in pink, frilly crap or blue, most people wouldn't be able to tell the gender until they start approaching toddlerhood and gaining physical characteristics that define them as boys or girls. Therefore, some people choose to pierce their baby girl's ears. When she's only a few months [if not weeks] old. With a piercing gun.
*RAGE*
Stupid egoistic uninformed idiots! If you take offence, then deal with it. I'm not going to moderate my tone nor my language about this topic.
Firstly, piercings should be a personal choice not something imposed by the parent[s] or anyone else just because it is cute.
Second of all, a piercing is an open wound and a baby that is merely a few weeks old will not know how to take care of it - and neither do most parents. This means that they will not be able to identify any potential problems, nor follow a correct aftercare. Which will lead to a shitload of problems that may arise either there and then, or even several years later.
Thirdly piercing guns are dangerous and unsanitary. Why? I'll break it down for you.
That is what a piercing gun looks like. The gun itself is not a single-use instrument, meaning it is used on several clients over and over again. The gun itself is not autoclaved - meaning it is never sterile.
"What's an autoclave?" you may ask. An autoclave is a machine used to sterilsie medical equipment by doctors and dentists, and it is also used within the body modification industry to sterilise needles and jewelry along with other tools of the trade such as clamps, for example. This means that everything is uber-clean - in the same way that a surgeon's tools are uber-clean before they are used to slice and dice you.
"So what?"
To quote APP [Association of Professional Piercers]:
"The lack of ability to sterilise the ear piercing guns is one of the issues of concern about such equipment. Blood can aerosolise (become airborne in essentially microscopic particles) and contaminate the gun. If any part of the stud touches any part of the contaminated gun, there is the possibility of transmitting a disease-causing micro organism.
The Hepatitis virus can live for extended periods on inanimate surfaces, therefore transmission of such disease through this type of equipment is possible."
Yep. Hepatitis. Guess which other virus can be contracted via cross contamination?
HIV.
This means that the dangers you face if you share a needle with another person are also encountered by simply opting to get your ears pierced by a piercing gun.
Oh- if you're not sure what cross contamination means, it essentially is when bacteria is carried from one object to another object; from one object to a person; or from person to person.
Fourth point is this - the studs used to pierce with are blunt - meaning brute force is used. It would be the equivalent of trying to cut through a block of wood with a butter knife. This means that there is quite a bit of tissue trauma caused to the pierced area - namely the earlobes. The studs also happen to be too short and do not accommodate for any swelling that may occur. The fact that they have grooves in the back where the butterfly pin 'locks' means it will cause even more trauma to them poor abused earlobes if you try to remove the stud itself. By not allowing any room for swelling, the jewelry can become embedded in the ear - or get infected. This also means that it makes it extremely difficult to clean the piercing properly. Stud earrings also do not allow for as thorough cleaning as do hoop earrings, and while some people remove the studs early and change to hoops, this only adds to the trauma of the tissues, and prolongs the healing process.
Malfunction is always a very real possibility, and happens way too often. This can occur in several ways - I have witnessed it myself a few times when someone I was with disregarded all the information I gave them and just went for the piercing gun purely because it was cheap.
You can clicky here, here and here if you'd like to read a few articles about the topic.
The bottom line is this - if your head is stuck so far up your arse that you refuse to understand that it is a bad idea to pierce a baby's ears, at least have the decency to safeguard their health as much as possible and go to a reputable piercer who knows what they're doing and who dispenses good aftercare advice.
I'm not able to recommend any good piercers on the island as I trust none of them - my piercer happens to be the lovely Ms Cale who works at True Blue Tattoo Studio in West Lakewood, Colorado. I'm willing to wait a year or two until I manage to fly out to meet up with her and some other friends into body modification to get pierced.
Cost should never be an issue, by the way. You get what you pay for.
