Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day

For Memorial Day we decided to forgo anything too exciting and spend a quiet day together. We walked over to the park (in our new stroller, which I adore except for the fact that it won't fit into the trunk of our car... hmm...) and made sandwiches and had a picnic. Greg and I got sunburned (through our sunscreen; we didn't apply until we got to the park, but we forgot about the 1.5 miles in the sun we went before we arrived at the park), but the babies didn't (we kept Felicity covered, and I reapplied sunscreen on Charlie repeatedly), so it is still a success.



Her patriotic sleeper says "All American Baby."

We are so grateful to all those who serve this country! Today we especially remember Grandpa H who served in the Navy for many years, and who died just before Charlie was born. He was a wonderful grandpa and serviceman.

Swinging

Because I really couldn't pick...


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Park


Triumphant at the bottom of the slide.

Felicity slept through the park, so here she is afterward.
We've been trying to get out of the house for a little while each day, so the park has been a popular retreat.

Meeting Grandpa

Grandpa Chris and Felicity.
Greg and his dad.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Charlie!

As I went into labor on the day that we had Charlie's 2 year old appointment (yes, two months late...), I didn't ever post his stats.

Charlie is 32 pounds, which is in the 83rd percentile, and he is 2 feet 11 inches, which is the 50th percentile. They say that the kid basically doubles their height from their second birthday, so Charlie will probably be around six feet tall in adulthood, give or take a couple inches. Which is kinda funny to think about.

The doctor put me at ease with any issues I have been worried about with Charlie, which is why I love that doctor so much. I told him that I didn't feel ready to potty train yet, and he said that I should wait until I feel ready and not worry about it yet. I also admitted that we are pretty fond of the pacifier in our house, and he said the best thing ever: "if more adults used pacifiers, we would be a lot closer to world peace." He was totally supportive of the fact that I don't feel like I can break Charlie of it yet (we try and use it as little as possible, but especially since Felicity came, he is feeling a little stressed sometimes I think, and he has been pretty attached to it lately.) I am so glad I don't need to stress about it yet!!

I also told him how Charlie refuses to drink milk, and he said that the yogurt/cheese intake he does is fine, so that is good, because I have tried EVERYTHING to get my child to drink milk.

He said that he would have to search and search to find anything wrong with Charlie, and that he was just perfect and on track. Always nice for a parent to hear. Charlie had one shot that had gotten missed at a previous appointment, but I had fun fruits in my bag and gave them to him right before the shot, so he didn't even notice getting the shot, so that was nice.

Some of the funny things Charlie says these days:
- While standing in front of the pantry or the refrigerator, he looks at all the food and says "let's see.... how about ____." That is what Greg says to him when he is offering him various snacks, and Charlie picked it up.

- "I'm heavy!" when someone picks him up, or "that's heavy!" when he picks something up.

- "No." This is the answer to ANY question. I kid you not, we could ask him "do you want ice cream?" and he will say "No." A couple seconds later he will say "Okay." He actually says "No thanks" pretty often too, so at least you gotta give points for politeness.

- "Hey!" This is his greeting of choice, and it is so funny. It is slightly less funny when he is supposed to be sleeping and he comes out of bed and "visits" us.

- "It's broken."

- "Come on, guys!"

- "Where did _____ go?" Usually he is asking about daddy or bobbies (pacifier).

- "Bless you!" (When someone sneezes.)

He is just a delightful little boy. The last couple of weeks have been a little difficult as he has been adjusting to Felicity being around, but the last several days have been MUCH better, so we think that he is starting to get into a routine. We love our sweet, easy-going little boy.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Newborn Photos

Kristin (who always does our family pictures) came by and took some "newborn" pictures of Felicity on Wednesday. Here is a little teaser, with more to follow soon! (I am sort of obsessed with this picture. You do great work Kristin!)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Two more photos

Headed home from the hospital.

For those who want the details...

So on Monday I was having contractions, but nothing terribly regular, so I didn't really pay too much attention. However, Monday afternoon, my friend Emily and I went walking with our boys. We took a pretty good walk, maybe about 45 minutes, and there were definitely some hills involved. I left her place around 5:45, and went home. I wasn't feeling great, so I told Greg that we should order dinner out, which we did. By 6:30, I knew the contractions were getting pretty regular. I started officially timing them at about 7, and they were ten minutes apart. I put all my childcare providers on notice. By 7:50pm, they were five minutes apart. We started packing, but still were remaining unconvinced that I was in labor. I wasn't in a lot of pain, (some, just not tons) and I thought there was no way I could be in labor, but they were still five minutes apart, which can't really be ignored. By 8:30, I decided that we would go into the hospital around nine, which was when Sara could come over and watch Charlie. I didn't want to call my mom down from Murrieta (about 45 minutes away) if I wasn't really in labor. Sara came to watch Charlie and we got to the hospital around 9:30. One of the wonderful girls from church was working as the head night nurse that night, and I explained that I was really embarrassed that I wasn't in a lot of pain, but that my mom lived far away and I didn't want to call her unless I was really in labor. She was so sweet and said no one would make fun of me if I wasn't really in labor, which was my concern. I thought "I have even done this before, you would think I would have an idea whether it is happening or not!" But I just wasn't sure. Anyway, she checked me out, and I was on my way. The contractions were going anywhere from 5 to 2 minutes apart, I was dilated to a 3 and about 80% effaced. They admitted me (and I called my mom to come relieve Sara).
I wanted to labor as long as possible without getting the epidural because I was afraid that everything would go so much slower post-medication like it did the first time. Plus, at that point I still wasn't in terrible pain, although it had definitely started to intensify. I made it to about 3am, so about nine hours (they called my labor as starting at 6:30) and then called for reinforcements. For some reason I was completely freaked out about getting the epidural this time around. Last time I remember it being a little frightening, but this time I was shaking all over (partially due to the cold IV they run through you first I think, and partially being freaked out) and I was jumping every time the guy would even come close to my back. At some point he said that if I moved around like that while he was putting it in, it would cause serious problems, which of course I knew, but he didn't have to rub it in. My nurse had both her hands on my shoulders and kept saying "BREATHE. BREATHE." (They don't let the husbands stand next to you during the process because they might see something and pass out, so Greg was seated and patting my knees, which was pretty much all he could do.) Anyway, I give these details because they are sort of funny and embarrassing. I was probably the worst epidural recipient this guy had ever seen, which is doubly weird considering I have actually HAD an epidural before. Anyway. It went in. The contractions didn't slow down at all, but they did get slightly less intense. But I was worried about labor stopping, and it didn't so that was good.
Between 4 or so and 7, I just tried to get some rest. Greg also slept some, which was good. I had only one very bad hour where I was quite sick, but I made it through, and the rest of the time I was mostly comfortable and able to relax a little (although I never actually fell asleep. Has anyone ever actually fallen asleep while in labor?)
At 7am, my doctor called and told them to put me on a very low dose of potocin. By this point I was dilated to what the nurse said was about a six, and still 80% effaced. Then, my doctor came into the hospital and said I was only dilated to a five, and then broke my water. Then she left again. Around 8:30am, I was really feeling a lot of pain/pressure, and I said so to my nurse. She said that she was sure I hadn't made much progress but that she would check. (At this time I became violently ill again, no explanation on why.) She checked me and said "oh, there's the baby, it is time to push!" So, they set up the room for me to deliver. I started freaking out again (seriously, last time I was just like "whatever" about everything, until it went on so long I was struggling, and this time I had full on break downs like three times during labor. What's with that?) I told my doctor that I was really scared to push the baby out because I am terrible at it, as evidenced by the 3.5 hours I spent trying to get my son out. She said "well, let's just do a practice push and see." I pushed for nine minutes this time and the baby was out! YAY for a much smoother labor this time around. =)
Felicity Grace came at 9:09am and was 7 pounds and 14 ounces and 19 inches long. Her hair is looking red so far (and her eyes are looking blue, but that isn't much indication of anything at this point I don't think) and she is perfectly beautiful. We are so in love!
She is already quite the little eater. The lactation consultant kept coming in and making sure everything was okay with us, and every time, the baby was nursing away.
Charlie is taking to her pretty well so far. In the hospital, he gave the baby kisses and if she was crying, he would say "why is the baby crying?" Every time she changed hands, he would look and see who was holding her and that she was okay. Since we got home, he has definitely been acting out a little bit, but not maliciously. He is just being really LOUD around the house, and little things cause him to be more upset than usual. I think that after a few weeks he will be back to his normal self.
So, that is the basic story of the labor! There are more gory details, but despite my fascination with people's labors, the more graphic the better, I recognize that people probably do NOT want to hear them, so I have tried to leave them out for the most part. =) Anyone who wants extra details, let me know!

For those who want the photos...

Some of the pictures from the day Felicity was born:

Meeting Uncle Wesley.


Stacy and Tyler.
Family of four.Earlier today I took some pictures on photo booth:

Monday, May 10, 2010

A couple more photos

This one is from the zoo, but I forgot to put it on that post. In the zky ride.Happy Mother's Day!
39 weeks pregnant. (The shirt isn't very flattering because it isn't a maternity shirt, but you know how you start to feel about your maternity shirts after a few months... so I occasionally branch back into my regular clothes that stretch, haha. Either way, you get the idea.)

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy mother's day to the wonderful mothers, step mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, in-laws, and other wonderful women in our lives! We really love you!

Saturday, May 8, 2010

We go to the zoo pretty frequently, but we don't always bring the camera. But today we decided to document our hike (which has not yet induced labor, which was totally the point, but whatever.)
The new polar bear exhibit is sort of like...any other polar bear exhibit. But they did have these bears to pose next to, which was fun. Charlie gave this little bear a big hug, but we missed it on the camera and he wouldn't do it again. Oh well.The petting zoo.


Skyfari Ride.