Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I was lucky enough to have not just one, but two handsome dates last night; our first date since the night Emeth was born (although I don't think dates that happen while in active labor should really count). They were both extremely well-behaved throughout the evening. We ate at Outback Steakhouse, and the hostess asked if we needed a children's menu. Um, no, he'll just have what I'm having (later). After supper we went shopping and I bought a pair of skinny jeans - my first pair. I am very behind the times. Suffice it to say, at 6 weeks post-partum they do not make me feel skinny.
Ingrid, pretending to be (in her words) "a dead mermaid". I mean, obviously - as if that even needed an explanation, right?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
And that is certainly preferable to "Oh my, would you just look at the filth on the bottoms of those socks?!" I don't need any more reminders of how dirty my floors are.I said (months ago) that I thought I might make this "favorite of the week" a regular thing around here, then I promptly forgot about it. But I like it. It's nice to take a moment to appreciate something I already have, might have even had for a long time, instead of wishing for something else that I don't have. If you gotta be materialistic, try to do it with materials that are already on hand ;).
Friday, January 14, 2011
I love that Ingrid has to bark at every dog she sees when we're out and about.
I choose going to Walmart the day before Thanksgiving with 3 toddlers in tow and a full-term baby in utero as my form of purgatory for the day. Light a candle for me.
If I had a dollar for every stranger who's told me they're sure I'm having a boy throughout all 4 of my pregnancies...
Eliza somehow managed to bite through both her lip and her tongue today. Two separate falls. Poor little disastrous child. :(
Jessie called Eliza a "little corker", and she responded (quite innocently) by calling him a "little porker".
As of 9:48 tonight, we are a family of 6. Everything went great!
Theia, while holding Emeth this morning: "He loves me so much - and he thinks I'm so pretty." ........What am I raising?
Theia and Eliza are both very concerned about Emeth's lack of teeth. They have both said that the reason he cries is because he has no teeth.
I had forgotten how infants automatically make you 20 minutes late for everything
Theia: "God watches out for us cause he's really big, right?"
Overheard: Theia to E & I: (enthusiastically) "Let's go look at that dead lizard in our room again!" Moments later... All in unison, gleefully: "Eeeeeeeeeewww!"
[stolen from my brother's status the morning after the girls spent the night at their house]
Eliza and Ingrid both refer to all varieties of nuts as "almuts"
I love hearing the girls call each other "my little honey" when they play together.
Mealtimes are feeling more and more like purgatory these days. Seriously NONE of my children like sweet potatoes?? That hardly seems fair.
If Ingrid introduced our family to you, you would know us as Sayah, Yaza, Ingan, Emiff, and Mama and Daddy (Or the interchangeable "Moddy").
Ingrid to Jessie: "Mama has hair, you have a head!"
Hey you. Didn't I just get done telling everybody what a good baby you are?
I am washing our sheets for the third time in as many days. Babies (especially boys) are hard on sheets.
Theia: "I'm afraid Emeth's gonna get sick, cuz I'm sure I saw Daddy kiss him on the cheek yesterday." (in response to being reminded that "We only kiss babies on the head.")
For Eliza, anything that happened in the past was either yesterday, or last night, whether it was 4 hours ago, or 4 months ago. [and I have to include this comment from my sister, who posted in response an example of a typical conversation with Eliza] "Hey, hey. Knowwat Aunt Robin? I saw a alligator yesterday" - "Really? In our house?" - "Yep. And it was eating blueberry pancakes, but........my Daddy put diapers on it." - "Wow. When did that happen again, Eliza?" - "Last night"
I can't imagine why this piece of hair over my shoulder should be so stiff and crusty. hmm....
Theia: "Maybe I won't get married, I might just stay here forever.... buuuuut, I really like wearing wedding dresses."
Toys with "Parental assembly required" should really specify a minimum IQ for the assisting parent.
Play-doh is meant to be used once, and then thrown away, right?
And the brilliant quote of the day goes to Jessie: "Ingrid! If you'd just be still, you'd quit moving around like that!"
Bathtime for Mr. Emeth; who knows what might be lurking in those lovely neck rolls of his...
(Hopefully not) overheard while eating out tonight: Eliza: "Daddy, don't worry, that's just my bottom makin' noise." - Jessie: "I won't. Please eat your supper.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The next day (Sunday) we went to the church where I grew up and enjoyed seeing many familiar faces before heading to my parents house for the remainder of the afternoon.
Monday morning started out like any other day, no major contraction activity, and lots of hyperactivity from our girls, who were living it up with 3 cousins and a puppy to romp with. I thought maybe I'd hold off until Tuesday morning, or even Tuesday night. As the day wore on though, I felt increasingly uncomfortable. Nothing seemed to fit me right anymore, I was sure I looked about as attractive as a cow, and I felt completely fed up with being pregnant. Shockingly enough, this was the first time in my pregnancy that I even remotely felt that way. Robin wisely made an executive decision to make the day a "baby prep" day. Old sheets were put on the bed, the bathroom cleaned, and birth supplies unpacked and laid out in readiness. After lunch I was seized with an immediate, non-optional NEED to take a nap. I laid down and slept like a baby for a few hours. When I woke up I came down to the kitchen, and Robin immediately observed, "You've dropped." She was right; it was unmistakable. No wonder nothing fit me.
I started having contractions almost immediately after waking. I knew in my heart that this was labor beginning, but I tried to keep it to myself for a little while while I made cookies. This wasn't possible for very long since Robin and Jessie are both keen observers, and they were in high gear "labor watch" mode. Soon Jessie insisted on timing my contractions. I don't like having my contractions timed because it makes me feel like I'm onstage, and makes others jumpy. However, I know it amuses husbands, so I acquiesced.
As predicted, Jessie was soon asking if we should call the midwives. I brilliantly suggested that we instead go to the mall (20 minutes away and teeming with holiday shoppers) for a little date and some walking. Irrational behavior has always been a symptom of active labor for me. Jessie, who is well aware of this fact by now, counter-offered that we just go to Starbucks and then walk around Walmart (only 10 minutes away).
We alerted my midwife, Amanda, that we would be summoning her sometime later that night, just so she'd be on standby, and left for our little date at around 6:15. By this time my contractions were coming pretty strong and regular, but I wasn't experiencing any difficulty with them, just feeling mildly uncomfortable. We got coffee, a pumpkin spice latte, which I cheerfully supposed couldn't taste too terribly awful coming up later if I happened to get nauseous during transition, and entered Walmart.
As we walked through the doors (during a contraction) I said to Jessie something along the lines of "Don't let me be stupid and stay here too long, ok?" As soon as we began walking the aisles, my contractions became more uncomfortable, and much too close together to remain there long. While we were browsing fabrics (where I almost purchased a clearance bolt of pink fabric to make another Moby Wrap for the baby - HA!) I was hit with a fruitless desire to postpone the whole event, and told Jessie "I just really don't feel like going through labor tonight - can't we do this later?" I'd barely had time to psyche myself up at all, since the last few weeks had been focused on getting to Michigan.
Jessie thought that would be a good note to leave on. He stood in line with our few purchases while I called Amanda. I told her we were heading home, and that my contractions were strong and frequent. "How frequent?" - "I've had 7 in the last 15 minutes". I could hear in her voice that she felt nowhere near as confident as I did that she'd be arriving in time to attend this birth, but she assured me she and Jaime, her assistant, would leave right away. We were in the car, headed back to Brian and Robin's house at 6:50.
Jessie and I got back to the house and made final preparations while we waited for the midwives, my mom, and my sisters Penny and Rachel to arrive. As it turned out, everyone was there with nearly two hours to spare.
For about the first hour, I labored mostly in a standing position, leaning against the bed or the bathroom counter through my contractions. Soon I was requiring Jessie to firmly massage my lower back through them while I rocked and swayed. He went downstairs once to greet the birth spectators who were arriving. I called him up after going through a contraction alone and told him he wasn't allowed to leave anymore.
Soon Brian and Robin's bedroom was full of my birth attendants. At 8:50 I decided to climb into the jacuzzi. I rather expected to be ready to push within 20 minutes or less, since the water has hastened transition and pushing for me in the past. But the minutes kept ticking by. I felt "pushy" not long after kneeling in the warm water, and I pushed a little with some of my contractions as the pressure grew more intense, but I knew it wasn't the real thing yet. My midwives, Jessie, and my female family kept me occupied between contractions. I had to remind them not to make me laugh when I could feel another contraction coming. Its funny how normal one can feel between intense contractions. While in the tub, they required all my concentration, and I made "pushy" noises, or moaned a little through them if I felt like it, but in between I carried on normal conversation. At one point, after coming off a contraction, I asked my mom if she'd brought along the clothes pins she'd promised me. Amanda, a little confused, asked "What do you use those for?" assuming they must have something to do with labor or the postpartum period. I replied "For making dolls." and we all had a good laugh (Remember the clothes pins, they come up again later). This prompted Jessie to tell about his first calving experience, at age 9, when the farmer told him to run to the barn and fetch a pitchfork. Of course his 9 yr old imagination was disturbed, wondering what he would be required to do with the pitchfork once he got it back to the field. He was quite relieved when he discovered that it was the handle that would be used (for tying a head rope to), and not the pronged end. This was all very amusing, but I kept expecting each contraction to be the one that would take me around the horn and tell me to push, but they just kept coming on with aggravating sameness. I was getting pretty sick of the whole thing. I asked Jessie to climb in with me so he could help me out with some lower back pressure. The second contraction after he climbed in brought with it the irresistible command to push. I can't even call that sensation an "urge". For me it is a command, and disobedience is non-optional, so you'd better be ready to catch a baby. Fortunately, Jessie was up for the task.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
On an unrelated note, I think tomorrow will be the day that I will post Emeth's birth story. I finally typed it out; I just need to do some tweaking before it's ready.