No matter how long the day was or how tired he is ~ will read Lisbeth's favorite Curious George book, lifting every flap and discussing every plot point.
Encouraged, teased and cheered until I discovered a talent for cooking I did not think was there.
Washed my liter 'water' bottle every night all summer so that it would ready to be filled again. (Back story ~ I'm terrible about drinking enough but given that I was pregnant and how hot a summer it was, I was trying hard to drink the recommended 2 liters a day.)
Thanks to a new favorite show, my two year old has taken to introducing herself as Lisbeth-braciosauris and occasionally informing me that I am a micro-rafter. Rather humbling that my toddler is better at identifying different species of dinosaurs.
Kaitlin of More like Mary recently a wonderful post on Posting on sensitive topics without fear. Being very much a peace-maker myself, has me pondering if there is something I would post about if not for the concern that I would be offending someone.
Newborn laundry: Small volumes, great quantity! Reacquainting myself with the multiple outfits a day due to blowout concept.
Speaking of our local one month, he is still quite the bobble-head so I was happy to get a good shot in before he collapsed on himself.
For his first couple weeks his big sister called him Baby Sheep ~ without any of us understanding why, until my mom suggested that perhaps she thought we were saying 'lamb' when we saying 'Liam', hence his growth marker in his monthly pictures is a lamb.
?Do the Facebook memes about bra colors and purse placement actually promote breast cancer awareness or is an annoying distraction?
A little background: At 37 weeks we discovered that the baby was potential 'growth restricted' so we began weekly NST's and decided that if I reached my due date we would induce labor rather than risk pushing the placenta beyond its limits.
So September 12th came and went with some mild contractions, some mild nerves but largely a nice Sunday spent at home enjoying being a family of three for one last day. Went to the hospital the morning of the 13th and began cervical ripening around 9:30. The morning passed very quietly, watching TV and reading. After a couple of hours I was beginning to feel stronger contractions, that I needed to focus on breathing through, but my cervix was essentially the same so we ( midwife, Charlie and I) decided to try another dose of cytotec after letting me eat lunch.
I got the second dose around 1:30 p.m. and it hit like a brick, by 2 p.m. I was having strong contractions every 2-3 minutes with very little break between which was more than the baby could take, so by 2:30 I had an IV, and supplemental oxygen, in an attempt to prevent the fetal heart rate decelerations which were happening with every contractions, at 3 p.m. I was given Terbutaline to try and stop the contractions and give the baby a break. That hour was such a scary roller coaster ride of almost instant strong labor, worrying about the baby and wondering if any moment the decision for surgery was going to be made. Throughout all of this C. was amazing, supportive and absolutely my safe place.
The medication, IV fluid and oxygen worked and the contractions spaced out and the baby's tracing started to look better so we decided to wait a half hour and then switch to pitocin for contraction stimulation, the midwife also attempted to place an internal monitor for baby's heartbeat, I was not dilated enough but she did probably come very close because about twenty minutes later my water broke.
So at 4 p.m., we collectively took a deep breath and started pitocin which within an half hour had the strong contractions back (though for some reason they weren't tracing which lead to a small meltdown by me that I was having these strong contractions and no one would believe me because the tracing did not show anything ~ my midwife and C. assured me that it was abundantly clear by palpating my abdomen how strong the contractions were) and so were the heart rate dips by the baby, so I tried different positions changes in the hope of improving my and the baby's experience of the contractions.
Around 5:30 p.m. my midwife again wanted to try and put internal monitors in to monitor the baby closer and also potential start an amnion-infusion (infusing fluid into the uterus in the hope of improving the baby's heartbeat during the contractions) ~ and I decided it was time for an epidural, I wanted to be able to be in whatever position the baby liked best and did not want to worry that the need for surgery would happen so fast that I would have to be asleep. So I moved back to the bed and waited for anesthesia to come, ironically the tracing began to improve and the decision to place internals was postponed until I was more comfortable.
So by a little after 7 p.m. I had an epidural which had given me the shakes but otherwise was working well and the midwife I knew best had come in special for attend the rest of my labor and birth. Around 8 p.m., she placed the internals and started the amnion-infusion ~ I was 4-5 cm dilated and we joked that the race was on to see if I would dilated to 10 before the baby said 'uncle'! I then napped as my support team grabbed some food, later we chatted about life and kids when the baby's heartbeat took another long dip ~ my midwife wondered if I should flip to the other side and I suggested that she check my cervix since I was starting to feel pressure with contractions ~ blessedly I was 9 cms and stretchy at that ~ so after a long afternoon of worry a vaginal delivery seemed within my reach.
I started pushing around 9:40 and at 9:53 into his fathers hands came Liam, who than came to rest on my abdomen for a few moments before being checked out by the nursery team. Despite complaining about nearly every contractions, he looked great and got a perfect score on his first test (Apgars). We all got some insight on the reason behind his small size a few minutes later when the placenta delivered and was found to have a marginal or Battledore insertion of the cord, meaning that instead of inserting in the center of placenta as it should this cord had inserted on an edge and partially off the placenta onto the membrane. Eep! Ironically after all the worrying about his size, Liam weighed in at 6 pounds 2 ounces which put him just one ounce smaller than his sister.
Blessedly at that point it became very joyful and routine as we made phone calls and began to cuddle and love on our son.
* Amusing Aside* Both of my kids were born on a Monday night just before 10 p.m. (9:44 and 9: 53 respectively)!
It is the first Saturday of the Month and time again for The Saturday Evening Post and to look back to the past months posts. I chose my Quick, Quick Takes as a great summary of a busy and very important couple of weeks.
Happy October!! The occasion marked by a new blog background, thoughts?
Weird to think that the September that so many hopes and plans went into is over, though will be long remembered in my family for the new babies welcomed and great goals accomplished~ my brother completed hiking the Appalachian Trail.
September also saw the beatification of Cardinal John Henry Newman. While attending school at the University of Pennsylvania I was able to get involved at the oldest Newman Center in the country founded in 1893.
Excerpt from Pope Benedict's Homily ~And indeed, what better goal could teachers of religion set themselves than Blessed John Henry’s famous appeal for an intelligent, well-instructed laity: “I want a laity, not arrogant, not rash in speech, not disputatious, but men who know their religion, who enter into it, who know just where they stand, who know what they hold and what they do not, who know their creed so well that they can give an account of it, who know so much of history that they can defend it” (The Present Position of Catholics in England, ix, 390). On this day when the author of those words is raised to the altars, I pray that, through his intercession and example, all who are engaged in the task of teaching and catechesis will be inspired to greater effort by the vision he so clearly sets before us.
Today (October 1st) is the feast day for St. Therese de Lisieux, a young carmelite also know as 'The Little Flower'. Her 'little way' is a great reminder to me to bloom where I'm planted and love and serve the best I can each day.
The cupboard is becoming quite bare, will attempt grocery shopping with my two littles today. Prayers welcomed!!
Lots of wind and rain from the tropical storm which worked its way up the coast yesterday, but no damage or power loss ~ wishing the same for anyone in the storms path.