Thursday, June 24, 2010

my lil 'kini girl

Last Saturday, my mom and Kristin came over to visit and we spent much of the afternoon outside watching Morgan play in her little pool. I know there will come a day when we (especially Mark) won't let her set foot outside the house in a bathing suit that skimpy. Isn't she just the cutest?And of course we can't forget Parker! Still in that eat-sleep-poop stage :)

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

he's awake!

Parker is tolerating tummy time a lot better than I thought he would.
Well, compared to Morgan.
He lasted a good 10 minutes here on Monday - 2 weeks old.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

rock the potty

Back in January was when Morgan first successfully used the potty but not long after that, her interest faded. A couple months ago, I finally printed up a little sticker chart for her and hung it on the bathroom mirror. The girl loves stickers (and band-aids, oddly enough) so I thought she might see the incentive in doing things as minor as washing her hands to get a sticker for her chart (and her hand).The sticker chart caught on pretty quick, especially the last several weeks. And with the help of her daycare teachers - who take all of the kids to the bathroom to try to go potty every other hour - she has been using the toilet most of the time she has to go to the bathroom. Once I can get into a routine with having another little one around, I hope to make it a better habit of taking her to the bathroom like she does at school. Most of the time she just tells us "I have to go to the potty" and she runs to the bathroom, pulls down her pants and takes off her diaper before we can even get in there to supervise her!

The top 3 rows of her chart are full now - I told mommy/daddy I have to potty, I pulled down my pants and I peed in the potty. No poop in the potty yet. Baby steps. Way to go kiddo! As if I needed more proof that you are a big girl now and how independent you've become.

Monday, June 21, 2010

the anti-labor

If you've been reading this blog long, you know that ever since I found out I was was pregnant with Parker that I contemplated having a VBAC as opposed to a repeat C-section. My doctor was always concerned with his size and I was convinced it was just the way I was carrying him. I tried to put it off as long as I could, and I ended up having an ultrasound in mid-May to get a weight estimate. My OB said if he is over 8 pounds that she thought a C-section would be the best choice. Ok, so be it. I valued her opinion. I was prepared for the 'worst'.

Imagine my surprise when the ultrasound technician estimated his weight at 38 weeks to be 7 pounds. Not bad! What was a little alarming though was that his head was already the size of a 40 week old baby. Eck! Nonetheless, doc said if I wanted to go ahead with a VBAC, let's do it. Yeah!

Not long after that appointment I started feeling crampy. I was only 1 cm dilated and 40% effaced so I knew I had a long ways to go. I had contractions the rest of that week, on and off through the weekend and then nothing. They stopped. Then began the mad search for natural ways to induce labor. I was so uncomfortable with hip and back pressure. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't sit for longer than 15 minutes and get up to walk normally. I was so ready to have this baby.

And then another weekend came and went. I met with my doctor again on June 2 - Parker's due date - and we (I) finally made a plan. She shocked me again by saying that she would let me go another 2 weeks on my own if I wanted. I thought she was going to want to cut me open right then and there because I was late. But I didn't want to go that much longer. Morgan's birthday was that Saturday and I didn't want to be in the hospital over the weekend so I decided that I would have a repeat C-section on Monday June 7 if I didn't go into labor on my own before then. I was kind of disappointed, but also very relieved knowing that Monday was going to be it. If not sooner. I figured I still had 5 days to get this little guy out. How late could he possibly be?

Apparently at least 5 days late. That weekend flew by and despite all of my walking and spicy food, baby2 had no intentions of leaving the womb any time soon. So Sunday night, Mark and I packed our bags for our hospital trip Monday morning. I asked him to take Morgan to school that day because I didn't think I'd be able to say good bye without some tears. Mark and I have never been away from her overnight. Ever. At 9:30am, we were out the door to Providence Park Hospital.

The moment we stepped into the maternity unit I knew this surgery and hospital stay was going to be different. The nurses were crazy nice - answering all of my questions and explaining how everything was going to go down in the next few hours. They started me on IV fluids and Mark and I relaxed in our room. I tried watching TV but all I found interest in was the Food Network. Not a good choice when you haven't eaten in 12 hours. My mom and sister arrived. Mark's mom was there. And later, Mark's dad. Nurses and doctors were in and out for the next couple hours and around noon we got the go ahead to start getting ready to move down the hall to the operating room.I'll always remember the time we entered the room. One of the nurses announced 12:17pm as we passed through the double doors. This was so much different than last time. I was alert. And rested. I hadn't gone through 30 hours of labor already. I watched everyone prepare for the surgery - dressing in double layers of scrubs, counting clamps and laying out blankets in the bassinet for our new arrival. I scooted over onto the operating table all on my own. I felt like I was watching from the outside in. They weren't about to slice me open.In came the anesthesiologist and his nurses to give me a spinal. Wow was the weird and so not fun at the same time. The thought of that big needle didn't bother me, but that my legs felt completely paralyzed. That was not a good feeling when I had been experiencing restless legs for most of this pregnancy. I knew my legs were there but I couldn't move them and that was freaky. Necessary, yes, but freaky.

I'm guessing it was about 12:30 by now. Up went the sheet between my head and my chest and the doctors started doing their thing. They started making bets on the size of the baby and I said I hope he's not 10 pounds! HA HA! I asked if they wouldn't tie my arms down to the table this time and my nurse told me as long as I don't move too much that would be okay. Deal! In came Mark. Not long after that, all I heard was "oh my gosh" "wow!" and several other exclamations of shock. All I felt was a lot of pressure and tugging. Were they removing some of my ribs too?

12:47pm - Parker Thomas is born and they say he is huge! Big head, big feet and big hands :) And boy did he have a big cry. My mother-in-law told me later that she could hear him from all the way down the hall in the waiting room. His Apgar scores were 9 and 9. I got to hold him and kiss him almost right away.And the waterworks started up. He was finally here. I still couldn't stop thinking about my legs. And the pressure in my chest (a side effect of the spinal). And the nausea (another side effect). The nurses stayed at my head the whole time and talked to me, mostly about Morgan, trying to keep my mind off of what was going on. They offered me something to calm me down (morphine?) but I refused. I asked if I could see my placenta (yup, seriously! They seemed a little leary - especially because I was already nauseous - but I got to see it. Pretty cool!)

The talking worked and before I knew it, the doctor was on the other side of the sheet talking to me about the surgery while the rest of the team finished cleaning me up. He said Parker's size alone was reason enough for him to believe a Cesarean section was the best choice for us. But also, when he made his incision to see my uterine wall, he said my previous scar was very thin. I knew my risk for uterine rupture during a VBAC was very low, but after hearing that, it's scary to think I could have been that 1%. And could have ended up with another C-section anyways.

In the meantime, Mark was back in our room with Parker and I was back in the room before 2pm. We had our family come in for a bit to see our little guy before we had some alone time to rest and nurse. I am beyond thrilled that he took to it like a champ and has been doing great ever since. Double thumbs up to the nurses and lactation consultant - I did not have this kind of help or support with Morgan. I didn't know what I know now either. Not once did I hear the F word (formula) or that he was losing too much weight and he needed to eat. His blood sugar was great and his weight before we left the hospital was 9 pounds 7 ounces - just a 10 ounce weight loss. Not bad for a 10 pound baby. He was back up to 9 pounds 11 ounces that Friday.

All things considered, I have absolutely no regrets this time in choosing the surgery. I've had a fantastic recovery, a ton of help at home and we were only in the hospital for 2 nights. And he's nursing! I think most of you know what a big deal this is to me :) This time, I don't have any 'what-if's' at all.

Well, this ended up being a lot longer than I intended! If you are still with me, I'll write more again soon about the rest of our day, our visitors and Morgan's reaction to Parker.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Fathers Day!

To the father of my babies:
We all love you more than you'll ever know.

Happy Fathers Day all!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

while you are waiting

I am remembering what it is like to do everything one-handed.
I don't want to put this little guy down.
I am working on writing some more posts about the last couple weeks.
But in the meantime, maybe I can hold you over with a couple photos from this week.
Mark surprised me with a lisa leonard necklace - love love love it!Parker loves to sleep in our bed. I've been letting him sleep with me after Mark gets up and leaves for work in the morning and can usually get a couple more hours of sleep out of him. I love the Derek Zoolander lips.
He loves diaper changes. He is very quiet and content gazing out the window, and sometimes sleeps right through it.
Mark went back to work Tuesday, but just for a few days. Not fair that most of the time he took off was spent in the hospital. Yippee for the upcoming weekend.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

he's here!

Parker Thomas Reaves was born on Monday June 7, 2010 at 12:47pm
He is 10 pounds 1 ounce and 21 inches long
yup, I bake 'em big!

he was 5 days late
could've been more!
and now 5 days old
and I really owe you lots of updates
and photos
everyone is doing great
we are all adjusting to life as a family of 4
and enjoying every minute of it. seriously!
but of course, normal life has not paused for us
like laundry (Parker likes to have diaper accidents on Mark)
and baths
and 178 emails
and dishes (I wish the circuit breaker would stop tripping - a one hour load has turned into a 4 hour load)
and 223 google reader posts to catch up on (ha, yeah, right...)
and I really should get dressed for the day
as we are expecting our first round of weekend guests in about an hour

I have so many stories to tell already

like how much I love our families
and how much I loved our hospital and doctors and nurses
and how much I love our little boy

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Morgan: 2 Years

loves possiples (popsicles) and frozen watermelon cubes. I bought a Zoku pop maker during an attempted labor inducing walk at the mall on Thursday and cannot wait to make some sweet and healthier-than-the-grocery-store treats with her. We took popsicles to school on Friday to share with her friends after nap because it was one of the few things I could think of that was dairy and nut free. Apparently, they were a big hit!

is a singing and dancing machine. I love watching her and Mark jump around the living room dancing to the music we usually listen too. Favorites she can sing from kiddie playlist are Ba Ba Black Sheep, The Farmer in the Dell and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

completely amazed how she went from speaking partial words to full words to 2-word phrases to full sentences to songs! How in the world did that happen?

my favorite now is when she is looking at something, maybe even an everyday object, and says "what's this/that?" Not because I don't think she knows what it is, but because she is mocking us and/or her teachers. I'll be the first to admit when I read books to her, I'll ask "Morgan, what's this?" or "What color it that?" and I know they do that at school too.

started saying "I don't know" with the up-turned hand gesture and shoulder shrug (so cute!). That could also be partially my fault. An example: sometimes when Mark gets home from work and asks what I want for dinner, I've often said "I don't know, how about blank and blank". So last week, Mark asked Morgan what she wanted for dinner and she says very matter-of-factly "I don't know, wickies?" Wickies are short for chicky wickies - the much cuter sounding name I made up for chicken tenders. What a little smarty pants!

has been kicking some major butt, especially this last week, with using her little potty. She's used it on her own 4 times at home and once at school. And letting her initiate it and do it all herself seems to work best for her. She says "Morgan go poo poo in the potty", runs to the bathroom and takes her pants/shorts/dress bloomers off, takes her diaper off and sits down. As soon as she's done, she stands up and exclaims "I did it!". We had abandoned it for a little while, but her sticker potty chart is already filling up nicely. Pressure free though. I am completely prepared for a regression once her little brother arrives.

is Ms. Independent. She is already showing an opinion about her clothing and tells us what she does and doesn't want to wear. Even down to the color of her diaper. We are hearing a lot of "I wanna do it" these past couple weeks - getting dressed, putting her diaper on, washing her hands, climbing into her car seat, and on and on.

plays very well on her own. As I type, she is undressing her babies, diapering them and wrapping them in blankets. It's hard not to rush over there and play with her, but I know this is good for her, and us. Uh oh, there go her pants...trying to be a silent observer...

is still adjusting to her big girl room. Her sleeping habits took a bit of a turn, especially considering she was such a fantastic crib sleeper. It's more of a struggle to get her to stay in bed without us staying in her room until she falls asleep, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm okay with that for now. She's already dealing with so much change right now (not her fault), so sleep training isn't going to make it on that list too.

has become super clingy in the last couple weeks, especially to me. Wanting me to hold her, pick her up, hug her, pay attention to her and only her. And if she needs daddy and he is watching TV, she knows just what to do. She turns the TV off! I think at times I've been just as clingy and suffocating to her, trying to soak up every little bit of her sweetness and cuteness...

...most of the time. She's been throwing some random but fierce temper tantrums too. Part frustration, part independence, part terrible two's. Luckily she usually does it when both Mark and I are home and we are usually able to save the other one from exploding.

Today's big birthday plans: whatever she wants. I'm anticipating some cupcake baking, frosting eating, Art on the Grand and a trip to the park if the weather cooperates. But not the birth of her baby brother. Not today. Happy birthday sweet pea!!

Happy Birthday Morgan!

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Memorial weekend

Since we weren't sure where we'd be (home or hospital or in between), we just kind of rolled with the punches and made up plans as we went last weekend.

Saturday must not've been very exciting because I cannot for the life of me even remember what we did -
what the hell? Must be prego brain.
On Sunday morning we took a trip to the Detroit Zoo with one of Mark's co-workers, Bill, and his family. Morgan loved loved loved it and couldn't stop talking about the monkeys. Until we rode the train back to the front of the park. Man, oh man, she was not happy about getting off the train. She just kept whining no, no, no as we walked out the gates and back to the parking structure. If we can swing it with a new baby, I think there are going to be many zoo visits this summer.

That afternoon we invited Morgan's BFF, Lola, and her parents and little sister over for a last minute dinner, as well and Kevin and Erika. Seriously, Erika better watch her back because I think Morgan has a mad crush on Kevin. Never have I seen her act so ga-ga over another man other than her daddy. We even saw him for a little bit last night and she asked him for a kiss. Woah! :) So, the girls spent much of the late afternoon in Morgan's little kiddie pool and after dinner, pushing each other around the backyard in the little car we got her for her birthday. It was so awesome to watch them play (and willingly share and say "your turn") and talk to each other. After our guests left, Morgan crashed hard for the night. Mark and I cleaned up the kitchen and she dragged her biggest teddy bear onto the kitchen floor to lay on it and watch us. And a big woohoo, she actually slept past 7am Monday morning - so unlike her lately.

On Monday, Mark rode the trails at the Tree Farms in Walled Lake and Morgan and I ran errands to Target and "the market". As we drove past Grand River, which was blocked off for the parade, I was totally bummed that we forgot it! For years, Mark and I lived right on the parade route, so we never missed it. Whoops! Morgan would have loved all of the fire trucks and marching bands again. Luckily, the Founders Festival is just around the corner.