I found my sunshine.
Tuesday, October 29
Sunday, October 27
Welp, we made it two+ weeks and you're still alive! I always say to your dad, "there have to be worse parents than us out there, right?". When your dad comes home from work and I have yet to take a shower and there are dirty dishes in the sink and I somehow forgot to change the wet laundry over to the dryer and there is a frozen pizza in the freezer ready to go in to the oven for dinner ... this is when I say "there have to be worse parents than us out there, right?". ;)
But we're learning as we go and if kissing you on the head has anything to do with how much I love you, then you are truly loved because I swear I kiss you every two seconds. Oh that head of yours is just so precious. I never want to forget how you smell or look or feel against my chest at just over seven pounds. So for now those dishes can wait. And so can that silly laundry.
People keep asking me if this first time baby stuff is harder than I anticipated. And my answer is yes. It is harder. And yet it's easier at the same time. It is easier because you really don't ask a whole lot of me. Just as I have been hearing over and over year after year, you truly do just eat, sleep and poop. So I do my best to assist with your demands and nurse you, sleep (when I can) and change your diapers. We've got a pretty good thing going, you and I. And yet I can't lie and say it's not hard at the same time. Somehow your eating, sleeping and pooping can be pretty exhausting. You are really good at sleeping during the day and then wanting to hang out at night. Currently you are waking up every 1-2 hours at night to eat so you're keeping your mama on her toes for sure.
And speaking of eating, you are nursing like a champ. I promised your dad I wouldn't talk about my boobs too much on the blog, so let's just say that first week was a doozy. Milk was going up your nose and getting squirted in your eye and oh my goodness, there was milk everywhere. But we didn't give up and now being able to feed you might just be one of my favorite things ever. Except for that 3am feeding. That one gets me every time.
I haven't read up on baby milestones yet, but I feel like you're pretty smart and strong already. But of course moms always think that. You actually like tummy time and can already pick your head up all by yourself and turn it side to side. And at just two+ weeks old you can also roll on your side. I'm not sure if that's normal or not, but I feel like you might be jumping the gun a little.
You met your big brother Sherman for the first time last week and really hit it off. Sherm is so very interested in you and all those silly noises you make. You're not a big fan of diaper changes so it's not uncommon for some baby wailing to be happening while changing you. It never fails ... big bro Sherman always comes in to the nursery and sits by your changing table to make sure you're okay. He is truly the best dog a kid could have, so as long as you don't pull on his tail or ride him like a horse (although that would be a great Halloween costume idea) I think you two will grow up to be best buds.
All in all, the first two weeks have been the best two weeks of my life.
And a little smelly.
But you are totally worth it.
Life is so good with you in it.
Monday, October 21
day before labor
surprise! I have a two week old baby?!
I've recently decided to give my son an additional birthday.
Porter is entitled to 10/8 as his official birthday, but also today. 10/21. Today was the day that I was supposed to head in to the hospital and have my planned C-Section for my little breech baby. But instead I am sitting here with my almost two week old baby boy on my lap, trying to write out my birth story to post here soon. Easier said than done. There are parts of that day that I want to remember but can't ... and then there are parts that I remember but oh lordy do I wish I could forget! But, that's the beautiful thing about a birth story. Every one is unique. Every one is different. And as far as I can tell, none of them go as planned.
So, I'm off to remember the good, the bad and the ugly.
Which may or may not include me biting my doctor.
That one falls under the "ugly" category.
Oh and I just remembered. Porter should get a third birthday as well. 11/4 is his official due date so why the heck not ... let's add one more. Presents and cake galore!
Thursday, October 17
Monday, October 14
Friday, October 4
Per doctor's orders ...
Three times a week I get to get off the couch.
And put my swimming suit on.
And drive a car to our nearby aquatic center.
And for thirty minutes, three times a week ...
I get to submerge my big belly in a pool of water.
And it is heavenly.
For one, I actually feel like a normal person getting to drive and being surrounded by real live human beings.
For two, after now gaining 40+ lbs, feeling weightless is simply amazing.
And for three ... you can pee anytime you want!
Sunday, September 29
This post should actually be titled "34 weeks and bed rest" because I've already been horizontal for an entire week now. But, now that we've made it to 35, I'm concentrating on that number instead. Every day counts and I'm just praying that I make it a few more weeks. Until then, I will be dreaming of taking 4-mile walks with Sherman through the woods. Did you even see him in that picture? Look closely. He kind of looks like a small pony.
A couple of weeks ago I went in for my weekly ultrasound and they found that my amniotic fluid had dropped from an 11 (which they thought was low to begin with) to a 6 in just one week. For those who don't read about amniotic fluid on the daily, normal pregnancy levels during the third trimester are 5-25cm so anything around a 5, they start to worry about. Anything below a 5 ... and you can betcha you'll be admitted to the hospital to be monitored closely.
So, they took another look a few days later and sure enough, I had dropped to that magical number of 5. Luckily it was a 5.2, so I am still hospital-free. However, I left the office holding a note that said BED REST in big, bold letters. So I ripped up that note and took Sherman for a run. Just kidding. But I did think long and hard about how to get out of it. I'm not exactly a bed rester. I don't watch tv. I don't read books. I don't take naps. But, that's what I've been instructed to do. Relax. Take it easy. Build up my fluid.
10 hrs horizontal at night + 6 hrs horizontal during the day.
The rest of the time I get to sit up. Yippee. ;)
Bed rest honestly hasn't been that bad though and one reason I took so long to even write this post is because I never want it to seem like I'm complaining. Every other blog I read and every other person I talk to ... a story comes up about someone not being able to have a baby. Someone struggling with getting pregnant. Or staying pregnant. It breaks my heart. And even though I had some struggles of my own, I feel so very blessed to be where I am and I never want to take it for granted. But holy moly has he been a high-maintenance fetus.
Currently I am seeing maternal fetal specialists weekly to get biophysicals and non-stress tests on baby boy. The awesome news is that he has passed both BPPs with 10/10 and also did very well on his first NST. He is a champ at practicing his breathing and is measuring in at a whopping 6.2 lbs. He is still in the breech position, which is no surprise with the level of fluid that he has to work with. So, I've been told to go ahead and prepare for a planned C-Section. Damn. I won't get to experience those amazing labor pains after all. ;) We're hoping to make it to 38 weeks, but depending on his growth pattern and fluid levels, we might be holding our baby in about two weeks. TWO weeks people!
So, we are no longer looking at a November baby.
And hopefully not a September baby because that would mean giving birth tomorrow (yikes).
Let's hear it for that October baby! :)
Sherman is doing well. He doesn't quite understand why mom is being so lazy and laying on the couch all the time, but he makes an effort to give me 24 slobbery kisses a day, usually when I'm sound asleep, just to make sure I'm alive.
Dan is just being his normal "Superman Dan" self. He goes grocery shopping and cooks me amazing meals like Saffron Risotto with Butternut Squash (Really? Who cooks with Saffron??). He buys me flowers and does the laundry and gets me books from the library and runs ridiculous errands that I think are extremely important. He wakes up early to feed Sherman and takes him on morning and evening runs. Yesterday he installed the car seat and set up the bassinet and has been getting everything ready for the arrival of our boy. All while his wife lays on the couch, eating candy corn and watching The Real Housewives of ____. Dan, I know you don't read my "coffee cup blog" and may never read it ... but thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are beyond amazing.
Guys ... it's finally getting COLD outside!!!! Hip hip!