Grandma Mooherd made me pose with my hat on...
Saturday, July 11, 2009
What a difference...
a few weeks make! Three weeks ago today, my water broke at 6am. I had slept approximately 7-8 hours the night before, and I was still "tired" (as if I knew the meaning) from getting up so early.
I still had this large belly that I worked 39 weeks 1 day to grow:
I went to the hospital, got checked (not dilated), and started my day long laboring, in which I finagled out of an IV so I could walk around the parking lot most of the morning (thank goodness it was a weekend!), bounced on the birthing ball, pleaded to be able to eat a sandwich for lunch (and a coke...which clearly brought me joy),
got a pitocin drip (which confined me to the bed, boo), still didn't dilate, got more pitocin, labored all evening/sunday morning, and finally had a c-section.
Here I am after the surgery holding Benjamin for the first time :
(not sure he if he was actually named at this point...we had to make some last minute decisions on what to name him (a downside of not finding out if you're having a boy or girl). I was numb from the chest down...which made the first breastfeeding experience quite interested (oh, and I couldn't sit up either, so the nurses flopped me on my side)
Other things that have changed:
I still had this large belly that I worked 39 weeks 1 day to grow:
I went to the hospital, got checked (not dilated), and started my day long laboring, in which I finagled out of an IV so I could walk around the parking lot most of the morning (thank goodness it was a weekend!), bounced on the birthing ball, pleaded to be able to eat a sandwich for lunch (and a coke...which clearly brought me joy),
got a pitocin drip (which confined me to the bed, boo), still didn't dilate, got more pitocin, labored all evening/sunday morning, and finally had a c-section.Here I am after the surgery holding Benjamin for the first time :
(not sure he if he was actually named at this point...we had to make some last minute decisions on what to name him (a downside of not finding out if you're having a boy or girl). I was numb from the chest down...which made the first breastfeeding experience quite interested (oh, and I couldn't sit up either, so the nurses flopped me on my side)Other things that have changed:
- I've learned to change diapers...cloth ones at that! (seriously, i may have changed 1-2 diapers in my whole life prior to my child arriving in this world)
- 2 hours of sleep in a row makes me feel rested
- I feel like I've really accomplished something if I get out of house with Benjamin by myself (it has only happened 3 times)
- I now drink tons of water (blah), but it is worth it for little Benjamin to have enough to eat.
- I have re-learned lots of lullaby's...I was shocked at how I had forgotten the words.
- a completely quiet house is a wonderful sound (I used to enjoy noise quite a bit, but silence = sleeping or happy baby)
- my memory and ability to use the right words when speaking have gotten worse with sleep deprivation (sorry mom for all the taunting all those years, I have been afflicted with the curse)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
In deep thought ...hmm what should I do today?
Eat, sleep, stay awake and scream? So many options. 
Practicing opera
More power to ya
All comfy after bathtime
All comfy after bathtime
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Quick update
Benjamin is sleeping...and I need to eat dinner, but I thought I'd give a quick update. We saw Dr. Dickinson today (the doc who did benjamin's circ) for a 2 week follow-up. My little porker is growing!
Current Stats:
8 lbs (8 lbs, 4 oz with diaper on)
20 3/4 inches
Yippee, he has gained 11 oz in 8 days. Keep it up Benjamin...or 'Jamin as Auntie Sarah says.
Once I figure out how to download and upload video, I'll be posting videos!
Current Stats:
8 lbs (8 lbs, 4 oz with diaper on)
20 3/4 inches
Yippee, he has gained 11 oz in 8 days. Keep it up Benjamin...or 'Jamin as Auntie Sarah says.
Once I figure out how to download and upload video, I'll be posting videos!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Mr Fussy Britches
Benjamin gets fussy at least a few times throughout the day, which I assume is pretty normal for babies. We have found a few things that quiet him down...
- #1=nurse...but I can't be a constant pacifier
- Put him in carseat, lift him up and down
- walk up and down stairs with him
- rock back and forth
- Vacuum around him
- Tonight, we learned a new "soother"....sit him in his carseat and set it next to the dryer while it is drying. Benjamin went from screaming to silent in just a few minutes! Oh how the small things make Hubby and I happy.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Rocking my baby
I love the following poem. Growing up, my mom had a wall hanging with the last three lines on it. It perfectly sums up how one can be home all day long, yet seemingly get "nothing" done.
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullaby, rockaby lullaby loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
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