Sunday, January 29, 2012

18 months


Its funny how life seems to slip away from you so fast. I sit here both sad and happy that we've survived 18 months of Henry's life. I ask myself where did it all go? I remember his birth just as vividly as Owen's, and somehow I don't remember how we got this far. Really we should be celebrating BECAUSE we survived to this point! Oh, Henry. Where do I start?!

You are the busiest kid I know. You STILL climb on things, rummage through ALL my cupboards and drawers, run everywhere you can (mostly away from us), and you GET IT!
You are keenly aware of life, and understand so much of your world. You can't handle being left out of anything we're doing. You eat like it's your last meal ALL THE TIME. You nod for yes and no, and you say a lot more words than I thought you knew...

You LOVE animals, Old MacDonald, and The Lion King. You are starting to understand and listen to bedtime stories. Books are open non-stop in your arms, and you laugh all the time. You have an infectious smile that still gets to my heart.

You are chubbing up for a rainy day maybe? I've never seen you this chunky, but it's cute! You are so gentle and soft with Owen, and I know you have a very sensitive side to your rough-and-tumble attitude. You LOVE your blanket and your bedtime Buddy, and you won't leave your crib until both are in hand.

Since Owen's birth, you've been on a "big kid" kick. Luckily you'll still sleep in your crib, though we fought you on that one. You refuse to sit in the high chair, and want to start doing things by yourself. You test us constantly with your boundaries.

You love to be outside, and can't help but cry when one of us gets to leave the house without you. You adore Porter, and mimmick what he does everyday. You're becoming better and better friends.

Instead of running pell-mell in any direction, you are starting to look back and stay closer to us, which is very comforting to me now. I can see a light at the end of your energetic little tunnel.
I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my family, but I LOVE YOU! Happy 18 months!

3 weeks


Really? 3 weeks? 3 blissful weeks at that! Any of you that really know me, know that I HATE the newborn stage. Hate is a strong word, but I have never liked it with the other kids. Getting up in the night, losing my independence, no set schedule, not knowing who this tiny kid is, and the crying, crying, crying...The only thing I've enjoyed was the tiny little cuddles I constantly got with my newborns. I dare say I'm enjoying this one. I keep my fingers crossed that it'll continue to be so easy. Of course, the purple cry stage hasn't hit us yet, which is hard on anyone, I think...
After Henry was several months old, and we'd survived the crying stage, our pediatrician told us about new studies about how probiotics in infants helped with the colicky cries-if the cries had anything to do with tummy issues, and I wish I would have known it for Henry. Just to ward off a chance that Owen might do the same thing, we've been giving him probiotics every couple of days. He sleeps REALLY well at night (usually only up once), but last night was an exception where he cried until 2:30, so maybe we're not off the hook...
Except for that, he's been absolutely delightful. I could have 6 more kids if they were all this easy! (But not really 6).

He just smiled at us today on purpose. I LOVE IT! How does someone so small and relatively boring leave such an impact on a heart? Lucky for them they're cute!
I just finished his nursery, so I'll post pictures of that.
Owen has gained about 2 pounds already. I promise I don't overfeed him, but I think my milk is all cream! He loves the pacie and soft blankets. I set aside all the ensigns from the last 6 months to read while I was up with him at night. Though I'm up only once or twice with him, I've finished them all (except the conference issue)! We have gotten the middle-of-the-night routine down to 40 minutes, which seems long, but I'm so glad it's not longer! He sleeps in his own room, and always has. His cry is very soft, and rarely does he let us know he's upset. He is starting to look around and notice objects. I love that he recognizes my eyes now. How in love I feel!
I think of how fast they grow, and I wish I could bottle it all up! I've been trying to take a lot of video, since photos are hard for me to remember to take.

I love life most when I'm with all my family, and I wish time would slow down for just a few weeks...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Owen's birth story

Disclaimer: As this is meant as a personal record of the birth, details are NOT left out. Feel free to skim, or skip story entirely...
Thursday Jan 5th.
At 8:00 am I was getting breakfast for the boys when I felt something funny, and wondered if my water was breaking (wishful thinking). It was my mucous plug. I got excited thinking today could be the day. I jumped online to see what the stats were on timing after the plug was dislodged. It said anywhere from hours to 2 weeks afterward. I calmed myself down and reassured myself that at least my body WAS preparing, and probably still knew what it was doing. The night before, I started to have some crampy pains, and Evan and I took a long walk to see if we could get things started. Nothing else happened, but with Henry, those crampy contractions started a few nights before he was born, so I knew things were starting to happen.
The contractions started about 8:45 am, and continued throughout the morning, though not consistently. They were practically painless, so I figured they were taking the place of the Braxton Hicks contractions I never really had this pregnancy.  I got busy with last minute things. Laundry, cooking ground beef, vacuuming and mopping floors, and dealing with the boys, who thankfully left me much to myself during the day. The contractions continued all day long and only got consistent during lunch time- every 15 minutes. The rest of the day they were anywhere from 10-40 minutes apart. They slowed down during the afternoon. As I kept in touch with Evan and Ruth (my friend/neighbor) during the day I said, “probably Saturday.” I went to Activity Days and came home, had dinner, and at that point, they started to get more painful. Not more frequent, just stronger. Evan had book club that night, so I had him help me with getting the boys ready for bed and packing a hospital bag (just in case) until he left. I got through a couple more contractions while I put the boys down. We had explained to them that if they wake up and Grandma is at the house, that means the baby came. I told Evan I’d only call him IF we were headed to the hospital.

I immediately laid down after the boys went to bed. 7:45. I called Ruth, thinking the contractions would slow or stop since I was changing my activity. I had one contraction while on the phone with her. Since she was going to watch the boys, I told I’d keep her posted. We talked about labor with Henry and how this was actually very similar to his, and that got me thinking about how soon this baby really could be born if this was the case. I started texting Melodie (another friend/neighbor-also a L&D nurse), asking her if she thought this could be it, and to see if she could come check me. I told her I’d let her know later. I decided  to take a hot bath.

In the tub, I got comfortable and played games on my phone. I called my mom and explained my situation, and that if I am having this baby tonight, I'm letting her know it could be any minute, but that I’d wait until we were headed to the hospital to have her come. I wanted to have my water broken so the labor would go faster, and I wanted to get to the hospital before transition this time. I shaved my legs and had Melodie come at 10:00 pm. She talked to me about my labor, also called “prodromal” labor and she explained that it was normal for some people.  She also reminded me that with each baby, your body requires less contractions and less frequency, because the muscle is already strong.

 She checked me and I was at 6cm and 95% effaced. I guess we were going to the hospital! She called the hospital and told them I was coming. I called my mom and told her to head down, and texted Evan, hoping that by now, they were wrapping up Book Club anyway. He came home, we packed a few last minute things, took the monitor over to Ruth’s, where I had a pretty good contraction, and left for the hospital.

I had one contraction in the car before we backed out of the garage, and no more until we pulled in at the hospital, including stopping so Evan could give me a blessing, and none until we got to our room. SO AWESOME! That’s 4 total in 1 hour.  11:15 pm. When the nurse checked me, I was at a 7. Couldn’t believe it. She told me this would go fast, and that she was surprised my water hadn’t broken already, as it was very bulgy. Dr. Nance showed up at 11:45 pm, and checked me. 9cm. I had had 2 or maybe 3 contractions in that time, but none so bad or long I had to moan or really concentrate for.

 He broke my water, and there was meconium in it. They called in the respiratory NICU team to check baby out upon birth. That meant I wouldn’t get to hold him right away. I was okay with that. They tried to give me IV’s 2 times, and finally after they infiltrated, they called in another nurse to do it. That’s when transition hit. I was laying on my left side. The nurse was waiting for me before she tried a 3rd time with the IV. This was the contraction I was dreading and waiting for. It lasted about 5 minutes and I was moaning and wondering how long it would go on, and how many more it would take before I was complete. I am happy to say that was it. I could feel a little pressure toward the end, and I could feel the baby had moved down far enough to be ready. I thought maybe one more contraction like that would be all I’d need. I had a small one, and then the Dr. checked me and said I was ready to go. I really couldn’t believe it. They got me ready, but I never felt the urge to push. During a small contraction, we got started, and I forgot how painful this part is! I pushed a total of 3 times, all during one contraction, and he was out! He cried a lot initially, and everything checked out well. He was born at 12:11 am. That brings all my labors to 15 hrs each. I guess we have this thing down! Oh, and except for the11 minutes technicality into a friday morning, all my babies were born on thursdays! (their choice!)


Life with 3


Owen David Zaugg joined our family Jan 6th, 2012 after an amazing labor and delivery (story to come). Once again I did it unmedicated, which was virtually painless this time!
He's 6 days old today, and life is surreal. It's amazing how good I feel. The blessings are flowing freely and it doesn't seem fair how easy this has been so far. It could be that my mom is still helping out, and I haven't been on my own yet, but I somehow feel an ease of transition. I spent 2 nights in the hospital-a first for me, which was wonderfully relaxing and I felt so good by the time we left, that I'm ready to take it all on again. Like I said, the blessings have been plentiful.
 Porter seems interested and helpful, yet indifferent. Henry has been a challenge. He has hit an "I'm not a baby anymore" stage. It's been difficult to deal with. He won't sit in the high chair, doesn't want to sleep in his crib, and needs more one-on-one attention from me (that's a given.) I feel bad, cause none of this is his fault. His life was changed with no input of his own and he is trying to deal with it the best he can. We're debating whether to put him in a bed, or fight it out...
Owen has been doing well, and seems to have caught on so far about nights and days. My other 2 kids have had a pattern I prepared for for this one. The 2nd and 3rd nights (both at home) they are up ALL night. I remember sitting in the rocker holding a pacie in their mouths all night twice in a row. After that, they seemed to catch on and created a schedule of 2-3 wakings during the night. (I can live with that). I stayed an extra night in the hospital so that I could rest the 2nd night and not have to deal with a fussy baby. It worked! Despite Evan's best attempts to leave the baby in our room that 2nd night, exhaustion won out, and we both slept well with Owen in the nursery. I think that has contributed to my overall good feeling. That 3rd night was not bad, and we took turns dealing with a fussy, non-sleeping baby. The other nights have been better than expected, and last night, we were only up twice.

I found a cool product online a few weeks ago as I was researching an alternative to the swing for baby to sleep in. It seems for the first few months, my babies can't sleep well on their backs in the crib, and propping them up always made me feel uneasy and I wanted to check on them all night long and make sure they were still alive. I found a cool product called the nap nanny. The downside to this was the $120 price tag. Unfortunately I couldn't find one much cheaper than that, so I looked for an alternative. I found a fisher price sleeper seat called the rock n play sleeper. It's wonderful! We're singing it's praises every morning around here. It's basically an inclined bassinet that rocks, but the seat is big, and the back is straight, and the incline seems to be the same as the bassinet at the hospital. The best part-babies are SUPPOSED to sleep in it! It really takes the worry out of leaving him there in the night. He sleeps like a champ! LOVE LOVE LOVE.