Thursday, April 28, 2011

fifth and sixth week of life in pictures

An adorable first born + a picture happy new mom = too many pictures to post

Our poor children, who haven't joined us yet, probably won't have pictures of every moment of their first year. Lucky Charlie. Good thing he doesn't mind the camera in his face....yet.

Here is a summary of Charlie's past couple of weeks.

Ready to meet all of mom's old co-workers/salon friends.

The large picture is my favorite! Sean sings a little chant while rubbing his head, and Charlie smiles and coos each time. I wonder what he really thinks of us?
We have found that Charlie enjoys sitting in his bumbo. His first day in it was spent watching me fold clothes and dad filling out paperwork for employment possibilities. He has such great head/neck control.
He is lasting longer in his swing, but still unsure of it. When I put him in it I may have 25 minutes to get something done.
Charlie loves being naked. He still has his stubborn umbilical cord-- he may go to kindergarten with it. We're hoping it lets go soon, so that we can give him regular baths.
Dad's FAVORITE thing-- cuddling Charlie

Trying to get a little more sleep in. Dad was sneaky.

And yes, I am still learning with our new camera and editing tricks. I wish I could edit my double-chin away in the last photo, but oh well. I still like it.

This post definitely had grandparents in mind!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Hey guys

Just thought I'd spread the word!

Monday, April 25, 2011

The (detailed) Labor Story

Gorgeous pictures done by my friend, Liz. (March 18)

It has taken me a while to write this story down because it was too hard to relive. I am less emotional now, so I thought it would be a good time to write about Charlie's arrival.

Saturday, March 5, I started bleeding a little. I thought it was just pre-labor stuff, since I was also contracting. I didn't want to go in to triage and be 'the girl who cried labor', so I decided to just clean the house, run errands, and go on a date with Sean.

Sean and I went to a yummy Greek restaurant that we found here. I think the feta cheese fries and giant gyro kicked my contractions into higher gear. I was in such pain, as we hit every pothole and crossed several train tracks, on the way home. I still didn't want to cry labor, so Sean and I watched a movie and went to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night to do the usual bathroom run followed by the lay-in-bed-and-just-hope-you-fall-back-asleep thing. I found that I was bleeding a bit more than I thought was normal, and still didn't want to cry labor, so I said a little prayer that I would know when it was time to go in, and went back to sleep. I woke up around 9:30 and thought I should call and ask my mom or sisters if I should go in, but due to the time difference, I thought it wouldn't be good to wake them. Instead I texted a couple of friends out here, who have children, to see what they would do. Both said to contact my doctor and not to worry about crying labor, cause you never know. (I already had gone into triage the Monday prior, due to bleeding, and was sent home, so I REALLY didn't want to go through that again)

My doctor wanted me to come right in. I was excited, cause my favorite doctor, of the five, was the one that would see me. After a very painful check, Dr. Carroll told me that she didn't know why I was bleeding, and since I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant, they weren't going to take risks. She said that there was a possibility that my placenta had ruptured a little, so they inserted a balloon in me to get labor started. During all of this Sean ran home (a 10 minute drive) to get our bags. We were super excited and couldn't stop smiling. We couldn't wait to meet our little boy.

When Sean got back, they got me set up in a labor and delivery room. The pitocin didn't take long to kick in. OUCH! My contractions were painful and unrelenting. They were coming every minute and a half. After two hours of them, I was a wuss and begged for my epidural. Since Dr. Carroll had to check on me beforehand, and was busy delivering another baby, she ordered another drug (not sure of the name). Pretty soon, like within a minute of adding it to my iv, I joined Alice in her wonderland. Sean took advantage of my drugged state, and captured several embarrassing moments/comments on video.

At 5:30 the heavens opened in the form of an epidural. After I was numb, and all smiles, we started having some fun. My only concern was to keep pressing the button that released the liquid goodness, and boy did I press it. Everyone that came into the room guessed how much Charlie would weigh and made their speculations of what he would look like. We had guesses coming in through texts, and even Natalie and Kelly came to visit. When it was about 10:00 I decided to sleep. I thought I was still just at a three, so I figured it would be a while.

At 2:30 I woke up in such pain! I could feel so much pressure down south and felt like there was absolutely no drugs in my system. I felt like I was sick. I didn't know if I had a fever or if I would throw up. It was wretched. I begged for water and more drugs. The doctor said no to both, because I was about to deliver the little guy. I was at a ten.

At 3:00 I was rolling in pain and wanting to push. I watched as they were scrambling to get everything ready. Dr. Carroll had gone home and my second favorite doctor, Dr.Noh, was there. I felt like it was taking forever!

Finally at 3:10 I started pushing. Sean could see him crowning after the first push. I didn't want to look (they kept asking and had a mirror on the ceiling for me to watch) because I knew that if I saw what was going on I might not push as hard.

Due to the intense pain, I pushed so hard each time it was time to push. The only relief I felt from the pain was to push. After four sets of pushing the doctor wanted me to slow down because I was pushing him out too quickly and she wasn't quite ready. At this point, I could feel everything-- even his little nose coming through.

I wasn't really paying close attention to what was going on, and the pages that were being placed, but the doctor quickly said 'Sorry Dad' and cut his cord. I saw that it was around his neck tightly, but it didn't register. I think I was on a little bit of a high.

I couldn't believe the rush of shock and love that overcame me when I saw his slimy, squirmy, beautiful little body in the doctor's hands. I was anxious to have him laid on my chest. I was so excited to meet him and examine my little boy. Too bad for me, they wouldn't allow that.

I realized then that he wasn't crying or breathing. They opened his airways and pumped oxygen into him. More and more doctors and nurses flooded into our room. I think I was holding my breath the whole time. I just wanted to hear him cry, and never did.

Sean was rushing back and forth from me to him. He was taking pictures, trying to get information, and relaying what information he got to me. They took the oxygen off to weigh him quickly, and then they were gone.

They. Were. Gone. The doctors, nurses, and most importantly, MY BABY!

We were left knowing nothing. I didn't know if he was going to live or die. Sean and I kept praying, but we were both too numb to even cry. We sat in the dark delivery room in silence.

After an hour and a half the NICU pediatrician came in to tell us that he had been stabilized. Finally! He was alive and stable. She told Sean that he could go down to see him in another hour and a half. She then told me that I couldn't go down to see him due to my condition. I had no idea what she was talking about.

When the nurse came in she was carrying a bag of liquid. Little did I know, I would HATE that bag. Hate it hate it hate it! It was Magnesium. She explained that I developed pre-eclampsia when I was at a ten. They needed to wait until my epidural wore off to treat me. She said I was unable to see Charlie, in the NICU, until I was treated. As I was getting filled with death fluid, Sean got to leave to see our little guy. I laid there crying. How could my perfect pregnancy lead to the delivery from hell?

The drug quickly kicked in, and I hated it. It was miserable. A drug that is supposed to make you get better by making you feel ten times more sick than you actually are, doesn't sound cool to me. It wasn't.

Before Sean came back to me, I got a new nurse. She walked in super happy and nonchalant. She asked me how I was doing and if I got to see if my baby had ten fingers and toes. I think I killed her mood when I burst into tears and started hyper-ventilating. I looked at her through my mega tears and told her that I wouldn't even be able to tell her which child was mine. I didn't get to see him, let alone count all his tiny digits. She regretted asking me that question, I'm sure.

Sean came back and showed me videos and pictures he had taken of Charlie. I felt so much better seeing him breathe, hearing him cry, and sucking on a pacifier. I sent Sean back cause I didn't want Charlie to be left alone. I wanted him to know that he was loved and that his parents were here and were going to always be here. I cried as I sent him cause I knew I needed him to comfort me as well.

Each time anyone, aside from Sean, entered my room (even the cleaning lady), I BEGGED them to let me go see my baby.

Finally, at 11:30 (8 hrs later), two nurses came to move me to postpartum. They put me on a stretcher and told me that they would be taking me to see Charlie before they took me to my new room. They told me that I could only see him when I had a nurse with me, cause of the magnesium I was on.

When I got to hold Charlie I cried and cried and cried (as I am writing this, and reliving it, I am crying). All I could do was rock him, cry, and tell him how handsome he was and how much I loved him. The amazing thing about meeting him for the first time was that he looked at me while I was talking to him. He recognized my voice. I was suddenly on cloud 9! I didn't care that I was sitting on a stretcher, attached to an iv pole, face swollen, hair frizzed out, tears forming a waterfall off of the bottom of my chin, in front of nurses and my husband. In fact, the nurses got teary.

I got to hold him for ten minutes, and then the nurses needed to get back to work, so they took me to my room. On the way up they told me that that was the sweetest thing to witness and that it's moments like that that make them love their jobs.

I spent the day communicating to family and friends via my blog, emails, texts, and phone calls. It made me feel like I wasn't alone to have the ability to communicate with people that cared about me/our little family.

The rest of the day was spent getting my blood pressure taken, taking drugs, measuring the protein in my urine, and trying to recover.

At 9 pm they took me off the magnesium, and Sean wheeled me down to the NICU. We got to hold him for a couple of hours and rock him to sleep.

Throughout the night, I woke up periodically. Each time a baby would cry (which is very often in postpartum) I would wake up and cry. I wondered if Charlie needed me, or if he had someone taking good care of him. I had to pray each time that there would be an angel with him. I was hoping my grandpa, great grandpa, or cousin were watching over him.

The next two days consisted of me spending all of my time in the NICU by Charlie's incubator. I would walk from the third floor (postpartum) to the first floor (NICU) several times. I tried every flavor of the pharmacy. I hated the painkillers cause they would make me woozy and make the walk, down to see Charlie, very hard to do. The doctor and nurse begged me to take a sleeping pill, my last night, so that I would rest. It worked.

Labor didn't go at all how I expected it to go, but if that is what I have to go through to get each child here, I'll do it. I am just grateful it's not 100 years ago, I'm not sure if Charlie or I would've survived. Through this experience it made me re-realize that I am grateful for my faith. I know there were angels watching over my baby. Thanks grandpa, I love you!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The One-Handed Magic Show

Let me tell you about this new magic show.
It goes on each day, in the rain, sleet, or snow.

It never cancels, the magician is always performing.
A guarantee, I will give, is that it'll never be boring.

The tricks that are done are practiced all the day long.
Sometimes, while performing, she even hums a sweet song.

What tricks are performed? The inquisitive will ask.
The magician responds without straying from her task.

"Cooking, cleaning, organizing, and packing get done;
friends visited, phone calls made, and errands get run."

"How is that magic?" the bystanders will ask aloud.
"It just is," the magician gets sassy with the crowd.

A rule, with magic, is to never reveal the secret,
but, trusting her audience, she thinks they will keep it.

"It's done by holding a small child in your weakest arm,
if you feel pain, just know, it won't cause permanent harm.

Hold that child there all throughout the long day,
keep changing positions so that nothing's in it's way.

A bounce every now and then will definitely do,
as you are dusting make sure that you quiet your 'achoo'.

As you take your slept-on hair and tease it up high,
make sure the hairspray aims away from his eye.

When grabbing the pillows and making your bed,
stand now and then so the blood won't rush to his head.

If anyone out there can master the one-handed shower
you will be crowned with one-handed magical power.

Now on with the laundry and fold it real neat,
no one wants to wear pants that have wrinkles in the seat.

Is your arm getting weaker, feeling sore, and just tired?
Well, keep on bouncing away, cause your baby is wired.

You are realizing it's magic, not talent, by now.
Just be grateful your chore isn't milking a cow.

That would be trouble, but actually hilarious to see,
a one-handed milker down on his only free knee.

Well, that is how I became the one-handed magician.
It didn't take long, just some time spent in my kitchen.

I haven't expanded to knitting,  Dr. Mario, or writing.
I have been able to master the one-handed style of typing.

Folks, practice at home before you invite others to view,
the one-handed magic show performed just by you."

(This ran through my head tonight while I was gathering laundry, picking up the living room, and making dinner, one-handed. I started calling myself the one-handed magician.)

1 month (really 5 weeks)

Charlie had a busy busy first month. Since his parents can't sit still, this is what's gone on.

HE'S BEEN to church twice, Phipps Conservatory, grocery shopping, Costco, shopping for interview clothes for dad, to our favorite park (a few times), to two different baptisms, a sushi party, Banff film festival, a fireworks show, the zoo, grandpa and grandma's house, great grandpa and grandma's house, Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, several airports and hotels (he did SO well on the four flights), and to several friends' houses for dinners, lunches, and to watch March Madness games.

HE'S ADJUSTED to Sean's alarm clock going off, other people holding him, sleeping, tummy time, his car seat, nursing under a 'hooter hider', having his diaper changed and not shooting mom and dad (he has great aim), dad soothing him, bath time, and the thousands of kisses he gets each day.

HE SLEEPS wonderfully!!! When he was five days old I woke up panicked cause he'd slept for five and a half hours straight. When he passed his birth weight I let him sleep as long as he could without waking him to eat. He has one long sleeping stretch that is 6-8.5 hours long (I do realize I am lucky) and then he gets up for 45 minutes and goes back down for 4 more hours.

HE'S FUSSY in the evenings, from 6-8.

HE LIKES to eat, lay down and stretch his legs on his giraffe mat, tummy time, to be held, when the windshield wipers are on in the back window, to look around, the Moby wrap, his swaddler, his hands, to be rocked, to be sung/hummed to, and to be read to (he stops crying when I read to him).

HE DISLIKES his swing, binky (most of the time), when he's alone in a room, shots (who likes them though, really?) his bed in the daytime, baths (but is getting better), and not being able to look around.

HE'S BEEN CALLED Charlie man, little Charlie, Charlie boy, little bug, bug, Char Char, Chuck, Chuckles, and Charlie Warlie.

HE'S GROWING like a champ. He weighs 9 lbs 12 oz (33%), is 21.5 inches long (33%), and his head is 39 cm (87%). He just outgrew his newborn clothes and diapers last week-- time to lend them to his soon-to-be cousin, Lincoln.

Grandma Joanie-- shoot! I thought I had a picture of both of their faces...
Grandma Laura
Grandpa Randy
Uncle Micah (who I didn't get a picture of)  and Aunt Eve,
cousin Ethan (4 1/2)
Aunt Shannon, Uncle Matt, Ryder, and Eli (I didn't get pictures of) 
Charlie also met great Grandpa and Grandma Nebeker (also no picture-- dangit!).

 Also during his first month we celebrated my birthday. I felt coming home from the hospital was the big celebration, so when my birthday rolled around, it didn't really phase me. I was taken care of with flowers from Sean, generous gifts from my parents and in-laws, thoughtful cards, gifts, emails, texts, and calls from friends and family, and a YUMMY oreo cookie cheesecake made by my mom.

Here is the handsome, smothered (in hugs and kisses), growing, well-traveled one month old.
I was beyond excited that he could wear the onesie I made. As my brother would say-- I'm a dork. 

Able to focus and smile at the people speaking ridiculous baby talk
kicking and punching like crazy
99% of those that see him say he looks just like his dad
taking a head-lifting break during tummy time