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I am a 29 year old teacher of fourth grade. My husband and I began TTC in March of 2008. We conceived our first month, but unfortunately it only ended in an early miscarriage. 8 months later we finally conceived again, and she was our take-home baby! Norah Jane was born on July 16, 2009. 7lbs 0oz 19" long and amazing. We recently had our sweet baby boy, Miles! He was born on June 12, 2013 at 3:37pm, weighing in at 8lbs 4oz, 20 inches long, and PERFECT! We are loving every minute of parenthood (even the frustrating minutes!). This blog is an attempt to chronicle the baby steps, foot steps, leaps, bounds, and milestones of this journey.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sleep doesn't come easily

Our baby girl is the most incredible person in the world-- she's the best thing that has ever happened to us, and I love every minute I get to be with her, hold her, squeeze her and hug her... BUT she has one little problem...she won't sleep past 4:30am! She goes to bed usually around 8:30pm, then wakes around 11ish, then wakes again around 2-2:30ish, then wakes again at 4:30ish... then doesn't go back to sleep for more than ten minutes until around noon.

It.is.hard.
This morning was especially rough. I was exhausted... totally and completely exhausted. I got up each time during the night because H is a youth minister and teaches on Sunday morning, so I wanted him to get as much sleep as he could. When she wouldn't go back to sleep I actually cried a little. I am just so tired. Thankfully though, I got a nice 2 1/2 hour nap this afternoon, so I feel much better!
So here's the thing about getting up at night. I thought, and I feared, that I would dread it every evening and begin to resent Norah for making me get up... well, I don't at all. I am tired and groggy when I first hear her on the monitor, but once I get in there and hold her, I love the time I spend with her. She's my baby-- I can't get enough of her.

It is going to be so hard going back to work on the 14th. I am dreading it so much. I'm not ready. She's only 6 1/2 weeks old... she'll be 8 1/2 weeks when I go back, but I still don't think I'll be ready. I love being her all day with her. Ugh.. I don't want to think about it right now.

Here's a recent picture. This was taken yesterday when I tried a headband on her for the first time. It was so adorable... she looks like she's working out!




Thursday, August 20, 2009

We're surviving


Having a newborn is so very easy at first...those first few days are deceptively easy, but then they stop sleeping 22 hours a day, and they are a bit more challenging, but only a bit. Norah is doing very well for the most part. She is gaining weight like crazy... we went to the doc because of what I *thought* was a rash... turns out it is baby acne and will go away completely by three months. She was weighed at the docs, and she weighed in at 8lbs 14oz...almost two full pounds up from her birthweight... wow! The pedi said she was gaining perfectly on track.


She's, for the most part, a happy baby. She is content most of the time, and even smiles occassionally, which is absolutely amazing. She smiled at me for the first time on her one month birthday... I melted. :) She does get fussy though. She fusses when she's hungry, wet, uncomfortable, or too tired. We, thankfully, are able to stop the crying fairly quickly. The last two days though, she's been especially fussy, but that's because she's had some bad digestive problems. Yesterday I had to call the pedi because she hadn't pooped in almost 48 hours... this down from her usually 6-8 movements a day! You could just see in her poor little face that she was in so much pain. It broke my heart like you wouldn't believe. The pedi said that we could give her a glycerin suppository. We did, and it worked! She was a completely different baby after she pooped 4 times! Today she was pretty backed up until around 2pm. We ended up taking her temp to see if she'd poop... she didn't at first, but we waited about a minute longer, and there it was! I never thought I'd be so excited about poop!


So other than her not feeling well, we're all doing pretty well. We're tired, that's for sure. I let H sleep most of the time that I get up since he's not on maternity leave. :) Norah wakes up about every 1 1/2-2 hours... I wish she'd at least go three hours. We're making it though. I am anxious for the days that she'll STTN. A long time off I'm sure!


Sunday, August 16, 2009

One month old!

I cannot believe that my little baby girl is already a month old. It's wild... I honestly feel like I brought her home 2 or 3 days ago. Everyone always says that the time flies, and they aren't kidding. I really am making an effort to enjoy every moment though. I want to remember these days for the rest of my life.

I didn't get a picture of her with a sign that says, "one month today!" but I did get a picture of her in daddy's office at church this morning. She had the prettiest little plum colored dress on. We got it at one of our showers, and she hasn't been big enough to wear it until now. I hate that she's only going to be able to wear it for a few more weeks...if that. This girl is growing!




Sleeping soundly... yes, she's wearing infant shoes. Honestly, I think infant shoes are ridiculous. These were a gift though, so I figured she should wear them before she grows out of them, which will be soon!


Stretching.... it is so adorable when she stretches... she grunts so loudly and looks completely satisfied when she is done. I love it!

I wish I knew her one month stats. For some reason the pedi didn't want us to come back in until she is 2 months old. I would love to know what she weighs. I'm assuming around 8lbs. Who knows?

So, big news for today: SHE SMILED AT ME!!! I've been trying to get her to smile now for a couple of days, with no avail. Apparently she smiled at my H, but I choose not to believe it. :) Well, today, after I changed her diaper, I picked her up, said, "hey beautiful!" and right there, like she'd been doing it forever, a huge, toothless, open mouth, smile... she used her eyes and everything. I was so shocked, all I could do was jump up and down. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen! It made everything that I've done for her and sacraficed for her completely and totally worth it! She did it one more time a little bit later. I can't wait until she does it all the time!

Friday, August 14, 2009

It's been a long time! And this is a LONG post! (Labor Story)

Ok, so a month and two days without a post is acceptable when you have a newborn, right? :) Honestly, whenever I get a minute to write in my blog, I just don't feel like it. I really don't feel like it now, but I wanted to make sure I got things written down before I forgot things.

So, my last post was about my very late baby shower. I was 37w 1d at my last baby shower. I told H prior to the shower that after the shower, we were going to Target and buying everything else that we needed before the baby comes "just in case." Good thing we did.

At my 38 week appt, which was July 14th (I was 37w 3d), everything seemed normal. My BP was fine, urine fine, weight gain a total of 13 lbs overall, baby's HR was good... all things normal. I totally expected my OB to say, "ok, see you in a week!" Well, at the end of my appt, as she always does, she said, "is the baby moving ok?" I responded, "Well, I've only felt her once this morning, but otherwise, yes." Now, I didn't think this was going to be a huge deal because it was only 9am, but she was concerned, so she said, "ok, well, we're going to send you down for an ultrasound just to be sure everything is ok." I was excited... I hadn't seen her since 19weeks, and I really felt everything was ok, so I happily obliged.

I went down for the ultrasound, and after about 15 minutes, they called me back. The tech was super nice. She did the ultrasound, took the measurements, all with a smile on her face. The u/s itself was totally disappointing. Because the baby was so big, you could hardly tell what anything was at all. She even switched over to 4D and I couldn't see anything really. So, nothing negative during the u/s.

I went back up to my OBs office, waited for a bit, and got called back again to discuss the u/s. I fully expected her to come in and say, "Well, everything was good. See you on Tuesday!" So, she comes in in kind of a panic... she says, "J, have you worked a lot lately or worked out a lot?" I said, "No, I've just been relaxing." So she proceeds to tell me that my amniotic fluid was very low (3.4 instead of the 20 it should be), and that she wanted to send me to the hospital to see if my water broke or not. She said that if it did, I would be induced immediately, and if it didn't, then they'd see if my body was ripe enough for delivery. So, me and my stunned self went to the hospital, met H there, freaked out, got tested, and it came back negative. So I was sent home.

The next day, July 15th, I called the OB because I was panicked. I didn't understand why we weren't more worried about the low low fluid. All I could think of was cord compression and my baby dying. When she got on the phone she told me that she was going to call me anyway that day to find out how I was feeling about the situation. She said that if I was stressed out in any way, then we needed to go ahead and induce. Um, hello, who wouldn't be?? So, we made the decision to induce that night. She had me come in at 2pm (talk about my husband being shocked beyond belief!) to start cytotec.
Fast forward through my panicking, freaking out, and hyperventillating...
H and I before the pain started. :)

We get to the hospital at 2, they FINALLY give me the cytotec at 6pm. This was to ripen things so my body would be ready for labor. The cytotec created mild, irregular contractions during the first dose. By 6am (3rd dose) the next day, they were regular (10-12min apart) and getting slightly painful. They checked me two or three times during that 12 hours, and I was stuck at 1-1 1/2 cm... no good. At 8am, my doc came in and checked me and I was at 2. It was so painful when she checked me too... but not as painful as when she broke my water. Apparently they have to hold you open or something to break it... so painful. I actually screamed out loud. Immediately after she broke my water she started pitocin, and the contractions started becomming faster (3-5min) and way more painful... I def couldn't talk through them. I did that for about 45 minutes before I decided to get the epidural... best decision ever. It was bliss.
Me totally knocked out during a major contaction. Thanks epi!

So... they progressively checked me every hour after 8:30amish, and I was progressing consistently and quickly. By 3:30pm I was 10cm, which was fantastic. They let me hang out at 10cm for about half an hour while they got all prepped, and at around 4pm I started to push. On July 16th, 2009, at 4:17pm, Norah came into the world wailing her beautiful head off. She was incredibly beautiful.

First family photo... I look raggedy.

I instantly started crying... I was so in love with this beautiful little girl. H cried too... that girl was wrapped around his finger instantly. It was so wonderful. H cut the cord, then they put her on my chest and I got to hold her for about 15 minutes before they took her. She was 7lbs 0oz, 19inches long, and had a head full of dark beautiful hair. Amazing.
We were in the hospital for 2 days following since I was GBS positive. I was surprised that my delivery was so easy... approximately 7 hours of labor, 15 minutes of pushing, no tearing or episiotomy... I was so lucky. :)
Life since the hospital has been wonderful, stressful, tiring, and perfect, but more on that later.

Norah Jane B. will be a month old on Sunday, and she is already learning and doing so much. We love this beautiful girl!

Beautiful girl and mama... :)

And here she is today!