My Beautiful Girl: 2012

Monday, April 9, 2012

Happy Easter

Happy first Easter my little one!

You had such a big weekend. Your great-meme came all the way from Ohio with your cousin, Mia. They came on Thursday and spent all day with you on Friday. We mainly just spent the day talking and watching you sleep. You slept for an hour and a half on your cousin. It was cute because you kept sliding down as you got cozier and cozier. We took you out to lunch with us, but you didn't even stir the whole time. Everyone commented on how beautiful you are. Some exciting moments: Meme figured out you are ticklish (and you smiled so big!), you were playing on your play mat and you reached up and pulled the little birdie that plays music. You got so excited (and so did we) and you held on to it and kept pulling it. Your dad was so thrilled that he got to see it, too. We took a lot of pictures.

You just wouldn't let go of your little birdie!

On Saturday, Daddy and I just spent the whole day loving you and cuddling and making faces to make you laugh. Daddy didn't get ANY work done-- but we didn't mind because we want to enjoy every moment with you. That night we went out to eat with Grandma Holly and Grandpa Joe and Uncle JP. You ate your bottle and then Grandma and Grandpa took turns holding you and walking around outside to keep you happy (but also they just wanted to spend some time with you). Sunday was Easter and you were BEAUTIFUL. We went to church and everyone couldn't get over how sweet and beautiful you looked. You had a gorgeous little pink dress with a big skirt. During the music you wanted to see everything and you were so happy and enjoyed all the singing. When the preacher started talking, though, you decided it was time to leave. You and I stood outside while you cried during whole sermon. Daddy came out at the end and (of course) you immediately stopped crying when he held you. You certainly love your dad!!

We have started some new things with you. Yesterday when your Nina and Poppy came to visit we put your FIRST cloth diaper on you. I had to google how to fold it, because I couldn't remember and it didn't seem like I did it right. The more we do, the better I feel about it. I just haven't gotten the hang of getting them tight yet. You look so darn cute in your cloth diapers, though! You seem to really be more aware of when you have a dirty diaper compared to disposables. You also seem to enjoy hanging out without any pants on... that better not be something I am saying when you get older, though!!

We are trying to teach you a sleeping routine, too. At night I feed you around 7:30 and we start winding down and trying to get you in bed by 8:00. Sometimes you go to bed by 8:30 and sometimes it is more like 11:00. You are still struggling to fall asleep sometimes. I can tell you are tired (and you get so miserable when you're sleepy), but you just can't settle yourself in. Daddy and I put you in your Moby wrap when you are having a bad night so you can snuggle up and fall asleep. On Saturday night you were really upset even in your Moby wrap, but as soon as I started the dryer you instantly fell asleep. I'll have to remember that one...

You are growing up so fast, sweet girl! I can't believe how much more you stay awake and smile and pay attention to everything around you each day. You have started looking around to find me and daddy when you hear our voice. You love playing with your play mat toys and now you can fall asleep in your swing without my help. You still LOVE eating and get really angry if I make you wait, but I think that just means you are your mommy's daughter. :)

I love you so much M. I am completely proud of you and I never get tired of watching you and marveling at the little person you are. Love!!

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Dear Mary Elizabeth...

Hey Buggy! I can't believe it, but you just turned one month old this week. The time is flying by so fast that it makes me a little sad. We have had such a wonderful time together so far! When you first came home with us you slept all the time... except to eat. And man, can you eat! You gained one pound in your first week at home. I think you are about 8 lbs now.

At first you had a really hard time going to sleep, but daddy and I have figured out some things to help. You LOVE being held in the Moby wrap. (Although you hate it when you first get in). You really like when we walk all around so you can see everything. Every morning you love to look out of the window behind the couch as you nurse. You stare at the morning sunshine even after you finish eating. It usually keeps you occupied so that I can eat breakfast, too. Next I usually carry you around until you fall asleep for your late morning nap. You always sleep the best at this time. You're so adorable that I can never take a nap because I just love to stare at you and take pictures.

Last night when daddy was burping you, you started smiling so big when we were talking to you. It was really adorable. You always make lots of faces at us-- thinking faces, concerned faces, happy faces-- but these were timed just right! It seemed like you were smiling right at us.

I thought I'd finish up this post with a few things you've taught me so far...

It doesn't matter if I use a burp cloth or a blanket, you will always spit-up just past the edge.
Always be sure you're done spitting up before putting you in the baby carrier... or else you will end up glued to me with dried spit-up. (and that really stinks!!)
You love having your back/bottom patted when you're upset while we walk around.
You know when I'm about to eat... you can sense it... and you WILL cry until the food is cold. (But you're so cute, I don't even mind).
You have little froggy legs and you love to push off of me and bounce up.
I'm willing to trade sleep for cuddle time with you.
Baby tears might be the most heartbreaking thing I've ever seen (I cry when I have to wipe them out of your eyes because you're crying so hard).
You get jealous of the breast pump... I have to pump out of earshot of you.
You get your belches and loud farts from your dad... because I've never heard a girl make those noises!
Now when I see yellow on my hand, I'm not sure if it is dried mustard or baby poop.
People are really gross... and having you makes me realize this as they are all reaching their nasty hands towards you. (Don't worry- I don't let them touch).
Everyone has advice... and most of it is terrible.

The biggest thing I've learned so far? How much I LOVE being your mommy.

Love you!

Nap time for Mary Elizabeth & Daddy

My Sweetheart

Our family... I've never been happier!

Baby Mary Elizabeth Arrives...

I was ready for my maternity leave!!

I am going to start on the Friday before Mary Elizabeth was born because I think those events set everything in motion. People had been telling me for days that I needed to do this and that to start my labor, but I really didn't try those things because I felt like they were just a way to make pregnant women feel like they have control in a situation that they are completely powerless over. My mom swears that she went into labor with me after having to walk miles home from work. So Friday I had this awesome lesson plan where my students had to do a scavenger hunt all over school to show that they understood poetry. Because I'm not a deadbeat teacher I walked around and supervised them as best I could. This means I walked (and shouted/gave scary teacher looks) ALL DAY LONG. I even thought, "hmm... I wonder if this might put me in labor?" That night Jason's friend Josh came over to do some projects with Jason. We walked downtown to dinner and back. Lots of walking... and at 3am my water broke. Ta-da.

Unfortunately, I didn't know my water broke. It happened right when I sat up to go to the bathroom, so I assumed I wet my pants. I even went into the bathroom and still had to go! I just thought, "gee-- that's embarrassing. I hope Jason doesn't notice that I'm changing our sheets and figure out what happened." Yeah... so then I kept wetting my pants- all day. Imagine that? Silly me didn't think anything of it. I went ahead and called the doctor that night after my mom basically was calling every 30 minutes saying, "Are you SURE you don't want to call and just check?" So I did... and she said it was probably me peeing my pants and to come in first thing Monday unless I feel a "gush" before then. (sorry if thats gross). So I went all weekend thinking I'd lost bladder control and dodging the nail gun and other tools that were ALL OVER MY HOUSE-- it was a mess.

Mommy was ready to POP!

Sunday night I started feeling crampy. I had been having braxton hicks contractions for the last month and I usually got cramps at night, so I didn't get my hopes up. Just in case, though, I decided I should clean up. I did not get any kind of burst of energy and it was the least amount of fun I've ever had cleaning (probably because I wet my pants every time I bent over). When Jas got home the house was nearly clean. He helped me finish things up and then we watched a little TV. I told him I thought I might be having some contractions but nothing too regular. I could feel his excitement even though he was trying to stay calm and not get his hopes up. So, we went to bed and he cuddled up to me and tried not to say "was that a contraction?" every time my breathing changed.

Monday morning I woke up at 5 am and knew that I was having contractions. They were 15 minutes apart- I timed them with my iPhone- and pretty regular. I woke up and went into the living room to watch tv and just hang out under a blankie. By 6 Jason was awake and asked why I was up and out of bed. He was so excited when I told him- I'm having contractions and we might have a baby today! (or in 3 days... like a friend of ours.) So he made me eggs for energy, took a "prebaby picture" and played his guitar for us. Then we watched some I Love Lucy while we waited for our doctor appointment at 9:00. On our way to the doctor I realized I forgot some paperwork I needed to have signed, so Jason decided to drop me off so I could get the appointment started and then he could run home and meet me at the office.

My bag was packed... but still
at home!!

Skip ahead... and my midwife gave me the news: "Your water broke. You're going to the hospital. Now. Rita, did you hear me? Do you understand?" (Apparently I was a bit dumbfounded). My response-- "wait! Do I have time to call my husband?" So I called Jason and said "turn around- grab our bags- we're going to the hospital now." Things flew by from here. I remember thinking how adorable it was that Jason called and texted and seemed completely flustered because he is never flustered. By the time he arrived to pick me up, though, he was completely calm and collected. So we drove to the hospital and checked in.

Our nurse was one of my former students' mom. She was so sweet but completely flighty. It took three tries to start my IV, one of which she forgot a pretty important piece to her kit and I started bleeding everywhere because there was a needle in my arm but no connector piece to keep it from shooting out. Really reassuring.

Daddy holding you RIGHT when you
cameout... he earned it!!

They gave me pitocin to speed up my labor because my water had broken so much earlier and they didn't want to risk infection. Everyone kept letting me know I could have my epidural at any time, but I told them I really wanted to try my best without it. I had imagined using a birthing ball and doing all the positions and letting Jason massage my back ... blah blah. Basically my entire labor was me lying on my side, holding jason's hand, staring at a sunburst shaped screw in the side of the bed and trying to breathe through each contraction and not say swear words in front of my mom. Once my contractions were about a minute and a half apart I started puking. My sweet husband who can't even stand to think about throw-up held the bags (yes, that's plural. gross) as I did so. It wasn't pretty, but it helped me progress pretty quickly. I did have a dose of Nubane (I don't know if that is how its spelled) to help me relax between contractions so that I could last until pushing time.

I finally get to meet my sweet girl!!

At about 4:30 my midwife arrived and sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "lets push!" Two hours later... out came my little ladybug! I was so afraid of the actual birth, but it actually felt relieving after the labor. Jason cut the cord and we both fell in love with our little angel.

Taking a nursing break from the
glow of the blue lights

Mary Elizabeth was jaundiced and had to be under the blue lights for 24 hours. That might have been harder than my labor. To watch my sweet girl cry and shiver under those lights and not be able to take her out to comfort her was miserable. She had to have blood taken every 12 hours and we ended up staying an extra night and two full days at the hospital. We were THRILLED when we were approved to head home late Thursday. We came home, watched Karla on The Voice, and cuddled our sweet girl.