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Hey there, Delilah January 20, 2014

Filed under: 9 Months,Going Crunchy,Labor and Delivery,Life Is Good — themamabeth @ 11:02 am
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At the beginning of January, I had a day of cramps and general discomfort. It was a not very fun day, Jake was at work and I couldn’t figure out if I was being labor-ish or not. When he came home that night and I told him how I was feeling, he made an executive decision that the next day we’d head to Phoenix to wait for the baby.

I was decidedly uncomfortable in the car during the drive down, but the closer we got to town and the more I relaxed, the better I felt. Once we were there and unloaded, I stopped having cramps, stopped feeling rotten and pretty much just reverted back to just being regular pregnant, not about-to-go-into-labor pregnant.

So, we hung out in my mom’s two-story condo, with no yard, two big dogs and three kids who had been pulled out of their house without any warning. Every morning Adeline would ask me “Is baby Delilah here today?” and then be disappointed when I was still pregnant.

The more time that went by the more frustrated I got. We could have been home! I was fine, barely a twinge.

After we had been there a little over a week, my mom took the girls out for the day to give Jake and I time to just hang out and do whatever we wanted together (for, like, the eighth time since we’d been there. My mom is amazing.). We kind of putzed around for the afternoon, and I took the dogs for a walk before we headed out to do…stuff. We went to some stores-Jake’s willingness to wander around Joann’s with me never fails to make me all gooey inside-and then out to eat. The last time we’d gone out to eat, I’d had an anxiety attack in the restaurant and it wasn’t so fun. This time, I was feeling similarly, and I though for some reason I had developed an aversion to restaurants. It was a dinner I had long been looking forward to though, so I ignored how I was feeling and although we kind of left in more of a hurry than we normally would have, we still ate and it was still nice.

I wasn’t feeling a whole lot better when we got back to my mom’s and I ended up falling asleep on the couch after everyone else had gone to bed. I got up and went upstairs, still feeling not great and there were cramps added in this time too. I read for a little while, and ended up falling asleep again. I woke up again with the cramps, and…my water broke.

Based on previous experience-my water breaking while the baby was actively being born-I was feeling a liiiiitle frantic. I woke Jake up and changed into different clothes so we could leave. He isn’t the world’s faster waker-upper, and I don’t think I quite articulated my panic to him so it felt like he took foreeeeeever to get ready to go. I’m thinking, do you really need to brush your teeth? I told my mom we were heading out, and we paged the midwife to let her know too. She called back before we could even get out the door and let me know she’d be there with the tub ready.

The drive was uneventful, I had some cramps and maybe one or two contractions. I had been stressing out the entire week that I’d go into labor during a time of day that would force us to drive to the birth center during rush hour, and since it was Saturday morning that fear was gone, but the new fear of construction zones popped up. Luckily it was smooth sailing, and the light to turn left off the freeway was even green when we got to it. What are the odds?

We got to the birth center and…nothing. The tub was ready, the midwife was ready, Jake and I were ready, but apparently the baby wasn’t. The assistant (apprentice? I’m not sure of her title) got there and we got settled in. The room is set up like a bedroom, there’s a bed, chair and nightstand, and an attached bathroom. I swear that full tub was mocking me, because after all of my panic and rush, I wasn’t even having contractions, cramps or anything.

So, we slept. I ate, we slept. We watched TV, I slept. I ate again, and slept some more. I went back and forth between waking up cheerful and optimistic (this will surely be the hour something happens!) to being discouraged and frustrated (calculating how many more hours until I’d be facing a hospital transfer). It was easier to just sleep than to worry, so I slept. Since I had left the house sure I’d have a baby in my arms by lunch time, as the afternoon went on I got more and more anxious. I kept thinking I should get up and walk, but the whole water broken thing made that very unattractive. My midwife kept pushing food, which I was so not interested in, like not interested to the point that I asked Jake to eat his breakfast outside because I couldn’t stand the smell.

As it got later, we started discussing ‘things to do’ to try to get things moving. My midwife was sure that if I ate something substantial that it would help. I was resistant, so she told me I had a half an hour and if nothing changed then we’d try a good meal. She also told Jake that he should be laying in bed with me, rubbing my back and taking care of me. He politely agreed, but after three previous babies he knew better than to crowd me. After she left, my contractions started to pick up-just a little, like I actually had to think through them rather than just notice they were happening.

A few more contractions in, and I wasn’t able to be laying down anymore. I had Jake refill the birthing tub, and a few more contractions went by and I was ready to get in. At this point I was kind of not aware of my surroundings anymore, but I remember the assistant coming in, and then telling them that the midwife should probably be there too, and then hearing her telling me she was right there. She turned on the jets in the tub this time, which we didn’t have a chance to do with Hazel, and it was wonderful. After another handful of contractions, I was ready to push. It was three, maybe four pushes, and we had a baby. That first minute after a baby is born might be one of my most favorite feelings in the entire world. Delilah Joan was born at 5:59 PM on January 10th, weighing 7 pounds 15 ounces and was 20 1/2 inches long.

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We hung out at the birth center for another few hours, and then packed up and went home. It was late-we didn’t get back to the house until 11 or so, but Adeline was still awake. She got to meet her new baby sister, and then insisted on sleeping downstairs with me and the baby that night.

After a couple of days we were ready to come home, so after having the baby checked over by a pediatrician, we loaded up and drove back. My mom followed us up so she could help me while Jake works, and we’re all working on settling in to a new routine and giving me a chance to recover.

I’m so happy to be home, and am feeling about 96%. My mom will be here for a few more days, so I’m back and forth between being excited to get back to normal and kind of terrified about doing it on my own when Jake’s at work. This has been the longest I’ve ever given myself to recover after a baby, and I’m starting to feel a little bit lazy, and ready to be back in charge again. I have learned a lot about managing the kids from watching my mom with them though, and I hope I can remember everything that she did so I can start doing it too. Her methods are very effective, and more pleasant than how I’ve done things (she never, ever raises her voice. Ever.). But it is still hard to not be in charge, and I rather miss Hazel, who is in total YaYa mode right now.

So here we go on our next great adventure-family of six!

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Oh, hi there! August 5, 2013

Filed under: 9 Months,Baby Cakes,Baby Hazel,Homeschool,Life Is Good,Lulu — themamabeth @ 10:21 pm

Whoops. Been awhile, hasn’t it? Seven months and not a word to say? I’ve missed two birthday posts too. Bummer.

Quick catch up…

Hazel turned one. She’s just…the best. She cracks me up with her dramatics (and makes me want to pull out my hair sometimes too). She’s into everything and so very smart; she watches the big kids and tries to do everything they do. Adeline is still fantastic with her and Lucy is learning to get along with Hazel a little better everyday. She’s still not talking much, which is par for the course for my kids. She says “hi doggie” and what we translate as “hi cat”. We didn’t get far with the baby signs with her, although she does know ‘all done’ and ‘milk’. She loves animals as much as Lucy did at this age and luckily all of our pets and occasional friend’s pets have been open to her constant hugging. She’s almost just as affectionate with us as well, which is nice. I don’t remember either of the other two being as huggy.

Lucy. Oh Lucy.  I love this kid so very much but oh my goodness is she ever…Lucy. Some days? Awesome. Other days? I’m researching boarding schools and fearing the teenage years to the point of just wanting to go curl up in bed and not get up until she’s 20. I just feel like I can’t quite figure her out, like there’s something she needs or something she’s trying to communicate to us that I’m just not getting. It’s frustrating, both because I’m not getting her, and also because my not getting her has some terrible consequences as far as her behavior goes, and I’m almost positive it is very much due to her being frustrated a lot of the time.

Adeline is four and a half, and she is very happy about that-we get reminded almost daily. She did three different camps this summer, soccer, pee wee sports, and tumbling. She did really good at the soccer, and I’m thinking her talents do not lie in gymnastics. This fall we’re going to get her onto an actual soccer team. She’s such an easy kid, so much fun to be around and interact with. She’s on a huge ‘be helpful’ kick, and I feel no shame in taking full advantage of that. She’s also really into being polite and using manners lately, which has been fun. I wish I could get her to extend her helpful manners and politeness into her interactions with Lucy though…

Yet-To-Be-Named Baby…She (we don’t know for sure, but you can’t blame me for defaulting to girl) is due in mid-January. She’s to blame for much of the silence over the past few months-the first trimester is always rough. That’s all passing though, so my energy is up and I’m feeling more human. Coupled with the usual first trimester blahs, I’m dealing with depression, which comes and goes. Right now, it is gone (well, ‘gone’), but I’m just coming out of a rough couple of weeks. Between my doctor and I, we decided that the benefits of being on meds were less than the risks the meds pose to the baby, so for now I’m toughing it out with the promise that after I deliver I’ll have an rx in hand, and the understanding that if I stop being able to manage on my own, we’ll revisit the meds conversation.

 

Today was our first day of school-we officially started our homeschool curriculum. I’m really excited, and when Jake got up for work today (he’s on night shifts this week) Adeline told him right away some of the things we talked about. I’m mostly focusing on her right now, and letting Lucy just kind of tag along when she feels like it (which means she participates in the art projects and ignores the rest). I’m trying really hard to be relaxed about it and not be to rigid. I can get so stuck on the way I want things to be, or the way I imagine them to be, and then having them not work out throws me all off. I’m really, really hoping we can get into a good groove with this and it can be our long-term plan as far as school goes. Since we’ve discovered the Parks and Rec programs that give us more social exposure, it is feeling more and more like the homeschool route is going to be possible.

 

So that’s where we are.

 

On the road AGAIN November 9, 2011

Filed under: 9 Months,On the Road — themamabeth @ 9:19 pm

Yesterday a little before dinner time, we got home from our trip to Show Low. We decided to stay an extra day, because, well, we could. We’re still adjusting to this freedom of a)not being broke and b)Jake having actual vacation days. So novel!

This morning, the kids and I loaded up and headed to Phoenix. Adeline is sickish though, so the original plan of us staying at my dad’s has been adjusted to us spending the night in a hotel and then deciding in the morning if we are going to be able to do any visiting. If not, it is back home with us. I’m not going to be responsible for sickening an entire household again! (Which is what happened last time we visited them.)

I had my 21.5 week appointment with Mary the Midwife today.  Everything looks really good. Hazel kicked the heck out of the doppler when we were listening to her heartbeat. I don’t remember Adeline or Lucy ever doing that. She’s a crazy little thing, and I can already see her movements from the outside. All I can do is hope she runs out of space to move so much before she gets big enough to hurt me with her acrobatics in there.

 

Catching Up November 1, 2011

Filed under: 9 Months — themamabeth @ 7:09 pm

Phew. It’s been a while.

So. To update. 20 weeks into my third pregnancy (surprise!)…and, well, that’s pretty much it. What? I’m tired, alright? I don’t have the energy for much of anything right now!

We’re still up and down with the dog situation. I had started walking her, but somehow that created MORE problems, so for right now that’s a no-g0.

Right now I’m mostly just working on the fact that I’ve spent the past couple of months in a pregnancy induced fog and more or less just been doing the bare essentials. I’ve finally got the energy for little projects here and there though, and we’ve been doing some traveling since I’m getting my prenatal care in Phoenix.

 

 

1/8 July 20, 2011

Filed under: 9 Months — themamabeth @ 2:50 pm

I am about 1/8 of the way through my third pregnancy.

We had kind of suspected, and we had been trying, but it was still a surprise when that + popped up.

So far, so good. I feel fine. A little tired, but nothing unmanageable, and I don’t really get the option to be tired anyways, so we’ll just pretend that’s not a big problem in the first trimester.

I’m in a super nesting/cleaning/organization/ project mode right now. The house looks really good, so that’s nice. I’ve almost got a whole list of meals for August laid out, and I’m going to make the shopping lists ahead of time too. I figure that way I can just keep recycling it every month and that’ll eliminate one of my most hated chores.

I am so, so excited.

 

July 8, 2010

Filed under: 9 Months — themamabeth @ 4:47 pm

Been having contractions for the past hour or so, they’re not going away when I walk or lay down. Could it really be!?!

Nope, wasn’t really. Seven hours of false labor. Kid, I have  JOB. And a toddler, you’ve got to stop this.

 

Humph… July 5, 2010

Filed under: 9 Months — themamabeth @ 5:53 pm

My “original” due date was July 4. So me being overly optimistic, I assumed this kiddo would be just like her sister, show up about a week early and I’d be a week in to being the mama of two by today.

Humph.

The due date established my my 20 week ultrasound was July 13.  So, I give myself until Wednesday before I’m going to absolutely go insane.

I’m not sure why I’m so impatient. Obviously it would be nice to not be pregnant anymore, but things are obviously going to be harder for at least a little while figuring out how to manage two kids.  Blah. It is just frustrating and I’m not dealing well with it. Last night I dreamed about going into labor, and every time I woke up my first thought was “did labor wake me up?” Ridiculous.

Adeline and I went for a long walk this morning and I spent the rest of the time before work pacing the floor. If nothing else, I’m going to be in good shape if this kid takes too much longer to be born. That’s a silver lining, right?