December 12, 2017

Dear Indigo: 11 months


Hello sweet little girl,

This month you added Dada to your vocabulary!  Happy 11 month birthday, as of  Nov 11!!  You are cruising along the edge of the couch and chomping at the bit to walk, always holding onto our fingers as you propel yourself forward.  You follow me around the house, and are getting VERY fast at it. Your favorite room in the house is the bathroom, and if we ever leave the door open you immediately there splashing in the toilet.  YIKES!  Thankfully it hasn't happened too often, and it makes me keep it extra clean and tidy.  You LOVE bath time, and splash away loving the drops of water as they fly as long as they don't hit you in the face.  You still love your little gauze blanket, and prefer it over all others.  You are still waking 2x a night, and I'm hoping this start to decrease, and I've worked to put you down with a full tummy and tired eyes.  Now that the sunrise is later and later, you are sleeping in until 6:30 or 7 every morning.  Bless you.  You are such a sweet, serious little lady.  You prefer to be observing all that goes on, and aren't much of a talker (this could be due to your brother filling any empty space with noises).  You love rice, curry, anything tomato based and absolutely refuse to eat sweet potatos or green beans.  You love getting to see your friend Jack, and you two always give loves.  I cannot believe that you are almost a year already!!  Also you nickname list is growing...In, Baby In, Indy, Precious, Precious Pearl, Pearl, Pearly, Pearlypoo.  Little Indigo - I'm happily surprised that you respond to your actual name.  :)  Also your face hold your exact feeling, and you have the best happy and the saddest sad faces known to man. 

Love you dearly little In.

Susan

PS This is backdated due to my computer being on the fritz for...months. 

October 19, 2017

Life Lately: fall thinking

making: plans for family time.
cooking: all the time, curry, Indian food, roast beef, stir fry, fried egg sandwiches, etc. 
drinking: water, homemade hot cocoa in front of the fireplace.  
wanting: some new work proposals to work out.  
looking: at all sorts of garden plans, looking at seeds, bulbs, and best places.  
wasting: not a single dry day for playing outdoors
enjoying: the change of seasons - this hot summer has finally faded to rainy, colorful full blown fall
liking: getting to watch the sunset from this window every evening.
loving: family nights in front of our fireplace drinking cocoa and wrestling Indigo away from James' puzzles
marveling: at how blessed we are to be in this home - so much space and yard.
needing: nothing.  truly.  maybe some insulation for the back of the house.
smelling: an autumn wreath candle in morning.
wearing: wool socks, jeans, plaid shirt, and a content heart
listening: to James' screentime choice - Daniel Tiger
knowing: a date with Brad is in the near future!! 
noticing: how much the kiddos have been growing.
thinking: about the book of Romans
feeling: really content with life right now...soaking in, even in the disciplining.
bookmarking: how to start a garden bed over lawn.  I think I'll choose newspaper layering. 

October 17, 2017

Dear Indigo: 10 months

Dear Indigo,

Baby girl, you are at such a fun age.  You are feeding yourself with your little pinchers, babbling (most favorites are blah, blah, blah, mamama, dadadada), standing on you own, walking if you are holding our hands, clapping my goodness.  You have the best smile!  When you are feeling shy, which is often of late, you will give a huge closed mouth grin and then bury your face in my neck.  You are a speedy crawler and can get anywhere that you want!  Sweet little Indigo. 

Love you babykins,
Mama

September 29, 2017

James Tiberius: A birth story

James my boy.  You were a crazy birth.  My first, obvi.

It all started at 2am Labor Day morning, four years ago.  I woke up because I was feeling wet, aside from roasting and 34 weeks pregnant (we weren't sure if it was 33 or 34 at that point).  I remember needing to change, and remember thinking, as I waddled around the room, so I guess I'm at the point of pregnancy where I lose all continence and any possible lingering appeal.  I changed clothes several times that night until around 8 am I decided that hey, maybe my water broke!  So I called my dad and then my doctor's emergency contact who told me to get to the hospital to be tested.  We threw some clothes, toothbrushes, and a carseat, just in case, into the car and headed the 1.25 hrs to the hospital.  Surely we weren't going to have this baby over a month early, we had plans to go out on the lake that afternoon.

Upon arrival at the hospital, I was set up in the birthing center's exam rooms.  The nurse came to take my vitals and prep me for some tests, at which point the doctor came and looked around and said, yep she broke her water.  The nurse asked if he wanted to send some liquid to the lab for tests at  which point the he laughed and said, no it is pretty clinically apparent.  (to this day, that is probably Brad's favorite line.  He uses it often.)  Then they booked me in a room, and we met with our doctor who was on call.

Dr. Bell was on call, and met with us to discuss our options at 34 weeks.  If I was a week earlier, they would have needed to ship me further north to a facility with a level IV NICU (neonatal intensive care unit), as their hospital had only a level II NICU.  They weren't sure of dates, but we had been going off you being 34 weeks along.  We decided to start a drip of steroids to help develop your lungs. You were in critical development of lungs when my water broke.  So we waited for your steroids to drip in.  Several hours later we started the slowest, tiniest bit of pitocin to see if it would do anything overnight.  Brad and I hold to the idea that he didn't want to deal with what was going on since his shift was ending soon, so he did the tiniest drip possible without charting that he did nothing at all.

Later that evening Dr. Bell was off duty, and the hospitalist came in and asked if we'd like to push a bit more.  So she opened up the pitocin a bit and waited.  Around 9pm things started moving along on their own, so I was turned off the pitocin.  After 9 hrs of labor and 30 mins of pushing at 7:18 am the next morning, there arrived 4 lbs 9 oz, 18 inches long.  A perfect, tiny human.  It was right at the shift change, so there were 14+ people crowded into our room prepping for our after care, and your stay in the special care nursery.  The doctor asked for you name, and I looked at your Dad.  We hadn't settled fully yet and were hovering around 3 different names combined a few different ways.  They settled you into my arms as your Dad put his hand on you and said, James Tiberius.  So it was.

I was able to hold you for a few minutes before they whisked you away for weight, measurement, APGAR, heel pricks and warm blankets.  It was a half hour before I saw you again, don't worry your Daddy was with you the entire time.  It was days before you first bath.  They wheeled me into the NICU, and I was able to hold you again (on a pillow) for 15 whole minutes before you needed to be back under the warmer as you were fading.  Thus began your two+ week adventure in the NICU with bradycardia and apnea, and my own adventure hours later bleeding out while your father ate pizza in the cafeteria with my family.

Oh my son, you have come so far, gained milestones, and are doing so well.  I've heard that a birth describes how the person will be in life...this could be true for you.  Unexpected, a perfect storm, sweet, crazy...you grab life by the mane and dig in your spurs.  I could not be more proud of who you are becoming and who you are today.  Look at you now James, look at you now.