George's Birth Story

Monday, May 25, 2015

Like most women in their final weeks of pregnancy, I was not a particularly happy camper. My feet and hands were swollen, it was tough to get comfortable to sleep (even with my giant pillow, at that point), and I had no shirt left that covered my whole belly. That belly was heavy. I'd been telling my doctor since about 24 weeks that I thought this was going to be a big baby—everything just felt bigger, heavier than it had before. I would go to appointments and have gained weight far beyond whatever food I'd ingested over the previous month (I ate normally the entire time!). I was definitely not feeling in the drivers seat—the baby definitely was.

I mean…look at this:





(This is at 38 weeks and 4 days or something crazy!)

We'd scheduled an induction for May 5—Cinco de Mayo. I'd be 39 weeks and 2 days at that point, and with this being my third baby and being dilated a bit already, my doctor was comfortable with any day past 39 weeks. Since I'd been telling her for most of the pregnancy how big the baby felt, they did an ultrasound the week before, at 38 weeks, and guessed 8 lb 7 oz at that point. I was pretty confident we'd hit the 9 lb mark...

Jonathan's brother Stephen, wife Amanda and their boys were here the weekend before the 5th. When Princess Charlotte was born early AM on May 2, I was hopeful our baby would share her birthday. We did some photos with Stephen and the girls (more on this later!) but as the afternoon waned, so did my hope of hitting that date. And once I made it past Saturday, I was mentally geared up to stick with our original plan of Cinco de Mayo. My brother arrived from sunny CA Saturday night, so there were just two days more to get through. Jonathan worked that weekend, which was a drag, but my sweet in-laws took the girls to church with them Sunday morning so I had some quiet/rest time at home alone that morning, which was really nice.

Monday, I had the loveliest day with my brother Scott while the girls were at school. We went to lunch with my mom and then hit the matinee showing of Cinderella at noon (my second time to see it, actually! I love that movie). We picked up the girls from school after and went to my parents' for dinner/playtime before the girls would sleep over there. It was some great family time, but I wasn't sorry it was my last night toting around that giant belly (though it was bittersweet helping tuck in Molly on her last night as the baby).

Luckily, I was able to sleep some that night (I didn't sleep a wink the night before being induced with Molly!)—got up at 3:30 AM to get a shower and we were ready to go by 4:30 (on the way, stopped by Walgreens for an extra memory card for the camera, ever prepared).

With the surprise of the baby's arrival date removed, it was nice still having the mystery of gender waiting for us on the other side! And it was fun to see how excited all of the nurses got about that too, as we were checking in and getting things going.

My least favorite part (seriously!) has to be getting that IV in my hand. Oh man, it hurts so bad! My sweet nurse knew it too, and she had told me as a former pediatric nurse she was fairly adept at adult sized hands since the veins were larger/easier to find. My hands were SO swollen that morning though, it took her two tries, one in each hand, to get it in! Oh man, I told Jonathan that it had to be downhill from there, it hurt so much (and I'm really not terrible about needles).

The IV was in and Pitocin was going by about 6:30, and I was still 2-ish cm at this point (that I'd been for a few weeks). Jonathan and I kind of dozed and hung out, and my doctor came by around 8:20 to break my water. She said I was probably 3 cm at this point. I went ahead and got on the list for epidural then, and the CRNA showed up a little after 9 to start on it. I was definitely feeling contractions by this time, but nothing too debilitating. I also told him how, last time with Molly, I got a "hot spot" on my left side that just wouldn't get numb, and he basically said, we'll do the best we can, but it's not something I can prevent if that's how your body is made. Jonathan said something about how if my spine isn't completely even, it's just an anatomical issue. Weird.

I'd told the nurse with my last epidural that my blood pressure had dropped and they'd had to make some adjustments, and sure enough, the same thing happened, I think around 11 AM. Man I forgot how bad that feeling is, like you're totally void of any type of energy, with a sprinkle of nausea. I told Jonathan afterward that (I don't know why either because I've never even been in this situation) my mental image during this was being strapped on the deck of a sailboat during a storm, being tossed back and forth in the pouring rain, how draining and powerless it felt. (The closest I've come to that situation is reading about it in a book though, ha.)

They put in a few bags of fluid (or boluses?) to help me feel better, and I did perk up a little bit before getting to 10 cm around 12:30. My doctor showed up a little before 1 PM and it was time to push! It's weird how we were getting ready to find out boy or girl but I was still mainly focused on getting the baby out versus solving the mystery. Even though I could still feel my left leg and move it around, and had that same "hot spot" as last time, I wasn't hurting too bad, but for the first time I did feel the sensation of wanting to push. It wasn't overbearing or painful, but it was new for me and kind of awesome.

I pushed through one contraction and my doctor said the baby's head was really big and things got a little intense for a second. Then it was time to push again, and she said the shoulders were big too and had to really do some maneuvering, and right as the second contraction was ending, at 1:02 PM, the baby was born and she said, "it's a boy!" I started crying immediately, it was so emotional! Even though it took about four minutes to push him out, it was still so intense and felt like such work (and teamwork with everyone there in the room too). They laid him on my chest and I looked at our son! Jonathan was elated—everyone keeps asking me if he's just "over the moon" to have a boy, but I can tell you honestly that in the hard work and emotion of those moments, I think we both would have felt just as elated if it were another girl. Our baby was HERE!

He was so swollen and bruised from his size and quick delivery, his face was purple right at first! (I'd not experienced that with the girls before.) He was on my chest for a few minutes, but everyone in the room was buzzing, "that's a big baby" and "did you see that baby? that's a big baby" — the nurses were all sort of hovering/clamoring to get him on the scale. Martha was in the room with us and I heard her say that he peed on the nurse's arm right before they put him on the scale—he was 9 lb 15 oz! They said he would've been an even 10 if he hadn't peed right before! I got him back soon after and just held him, enjoying those moments while Jonathan and Martha went out to the waiting room to tell our families he had arrived (if you'd like a peek, here's the sweet video of Jonathan telling them it's a boy!).



Since he was so big, they had to do a heel stick to check his blood sugar before I could nurse him. He did great though, and has been a champ ever since!

The girls meeting him for the first time:



It was fun because they didn't find out he was a boy until they got in the room. Juliette was performing for her grandparents and saying completely ridiculous things, but they were excited to see the baby (and see that he was no longer in my belly).






We didn't give him a name until after 4 PM, right before the girls were coming to see him. It had been so hard to talk about it, especially for Jonathan, not knowing the gender.

George has long been the frontrunner for me (probably for the past 10 years), as it was my grandfather's name, and four generations before him. He died when my dad was in his early twenties, so my mom nor any of us kids ever got to meet him. My granny spent the rest of her life missing him, a widow for 50-something years. (I love thinking of them reunited in heaven now!) It was so fun telling my dad the name we'd chosen.

Raymond is Jonathan's grandfather's name (the only living grandfather we have between us), and we were really excited to be able to honor him too. It was such a great part of the day to call and tell Granddaddy George's full name. I they get to meet each other some day soon.

Look at this guy filling up his car seat! Straight to size 1 diapers, that guy!




He is such a sweet baby, I have been enjoying him so much! It's so interesting how it already feels like it was always going to be a boy! (though I still don't really know if it's sunken in that we have a boy).

More to come!

My Sweet George

Friday, May 22, 2015

It's a BOY!

George Raymond was born May 5, 2015 at 1:03 PM, weighing 9 lb 15 oz and 21" long!




We have been home, healthy and happy, for several weeks now, enjoying boy snuggles and all the BLUE!

Now we are 5! (Cinco de Jerkins on Cinco de Mayo!)



George's birth story to come!

Living on a Prayer

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Pregnancy with Baby 3 is coming to a close, thankfully. Who loves these last few weeks? The answer must be a big fat no one.

Jonathan's schedule this month has been a beater, for both of us. We're getting down to the end of April (and the end of the horrid schedule), and closer to baby, and each day feels 50 years long. Here's what I've been doing to pass the time these last days before baby:

- I had the most wonderful visit from my dear friend Hannah, who helped me finish up the nursery (insert waving/excited hands emoji) and eat cheeseburgers. Maybe I'll take some real photos of it once we finish the final final thing.

- I've been taking walks down Main Street most days during lunchtime.



- Dance recital this week for my big girl. Amazing how different this year's 3-year-olds' recital was versus last year's 2s! She actually did the moves (and didn't cry seeing us in the audience).



- Cake/lunch for Baby at work... :)



Right?

I don't have the energy to make any sort of pretty/bloggy collage, but a couple of items I've enjoyed this pregnancy that I've not used before are this cream for my belly, and this pregnancy pillow (never had one before! I got it during an after-Christmas promo they were running, and oh my, it's been a total game-changer).

We don't yet have any newborn diapers and totally forgot bottles were a thing until yesterday (our glass ones are still holding strong, just need to wash 'em!)—otherwise, I'm feeling very ready to meet this baby (and duh find out if it's a boy or a girl).

I didn't mean to stop!

Monday, April 06, 2015

I guess I reached my limit this year. Between working, toddlers, pregnancy, and a resident husband, I just haven't had enough gas in my tank. I don't watch a lot of TV at night or anything... but just taking care of the house and children just simply run out of gas. Blah blah, welcome to everyone's life, I know. I never wanted to blog if it felt like an extra task, that wouldn't feel genuine. And so much of the internet these days feels like been-there-done-that, who would care what I have to say about anything? But I miss this space and the posterity it offers. Truthfully, I think daily about what I wish I would be able to type out here.

So here goes. Let's flex this almost-atrophied muscle.

We're now about a month out from Baby 3. Of course, I'm getting fairly uncomfortable, as happens in the last month. And like most mothers of third pregnancies (or so I've heard?) feel that this belly is the most massive it's ever been. But beyond that, no news is good news, and I have nothing really to complain about at all, which is an enormous blessing and enormously lucky. It's physically taxing to be this pregnant and take care of two little ones concurrently...but I have nothing to complain about beyond fatigue.

We still don't know the gender, and I have to tell you, I have LOVED not knowing this time around! It's forced me to be more relaxed somehow, because "the new baby" just feels much less daunting then a specifically named person, if that makes sense any. Honestly, I love newborns and it's not really the baby who "scares" me about this next phase of our family—it's the other two on top of him/her.

The girls are fun and sweet, but a whole lot of crazy. My new saying is that most of the time, they just average out into having 2 two-and-a-half-year-olds. Their age difference isn't enough at this point to make Juliette more manageable most of the time. It's just two whirling dervishes, who love wrestling and chasing each other and roughhousing and having fun. I love that they enjoy each other and love to play together, but their playing almost always ends in someone crying if we're not right in the room watching them. So...yeah. I know this will only get better/easier as time goes on, but that's what makes me nervous—when I won't be able to attend to them/referee right then and there because of the baby.

I can't wait to find out who this baby is, and how he/she fits into our family and the magic of him/her inevitably falling into a space and role we never knew we were missing before. Because we don't know the gender, neither of us have felt compelled to 100% commit to any names yet. I don't feel like I need to assign a name for a baby that may or may not apply, and thus there has been no rush. We will likely decide in the hospital, after he/she is born, which is a little exciting also.

It's been fun working on a neutral nursery (here and here you can see the two girl versions of the room, only slightly different from each other). We had the walls painted white, and Jonathan painted our pretty pink dresser a pretty blue (this one).

I reused a lot of the nursery-girl items in the girls' new shared room (which was a lot of fun to update actually!), and maybe if I can get myself together, I can share that soon.

What would a post be without a photo? Here's a family photo (likely one of the last of us as a family of 4!), on the day in early March when we had just the prettiest snow in Memphis:



If you're still here, thank you so much for reading and checking in on our little family. I truly truly have missed being in this space and have not let the dream die!

Molly is 2

Sunday, March 08, 2015

My little Molly Frances has turned 2 years old. I have been thinking of her in my head as "almost 2" since Christmas, so it's not completely shocking, but at the same time, she is still such my baby that I can't believe she turned 2 years old. When Juliette turned 2, she was a big sister to an almost 6-month-old baby, and in my mind was "so big" (perhaps this is how it goes with oldest siblings?). But watching Molly turn 2 has made me realize how little it still is.

She is a determined little thing. Lithe with skinny little bird legs, she sets her mind to something and cannot be shaken!

Her BFF is undoubtedly Juliette, whom she'll call for around the house, "Juju!" or "Juuu! Where are you Juu?"

Holding up 2 fingers :) 


Cannot get enough of this little face or smile. Molly can light up a room with those eyes. She loves her mommy, which I love (who knew this could also be a little taxing at times, especially while carrying around a giant belly?).

It's hard to say what her favorite food is...maybe Cheerios? There is nothing I can feed her that I'll always know she'll eat. Not to say she's a bad eater, she's not, it's just that one day she'll scarf down a bowl of chili and the next week not want to touch it. Definitely keeps us on our toes. She does consistently like oatmeal, smoothies, cheese, roasted broccoli, and Ritz crackers.

She loves to watch family videos, snuggle in our bed after waking up, and have ice in her water. She can be really good at playing by herself, and holds her own impressively well (after a lifetime of training, I suppose), when being wrestled by her big sissy. She will take about a 2 hour nap most afternoons, and sleeps about 10ish hours at night (I won't go into how the shared room transition has gone for us—that deserves a post of its own at some point). I don't think she wants to miss any of the action!

I honestly have no idea how she'll react when the new baby comes. I think she loves being the baby of the family for now, but have also seen glimmers in her personality—from the very beginning of her life—that sort of fit perfectly with her new role as middle child. I'm not sure if it's her tenacity or ability to hold her own despite being littler than stage-loving big sister...TBD. Molly can hold her own.

Crazy about this love muffin and I'm so grateful to have her in our family. Happy birthday Molly Wolly!


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