This post is meant to document my baby girl's birth story. It's a long one because I was contracting for 2 days before she was born. It has also been written over the course of about 4 days, so if it seems choppy, it is.
I was 4 days past due. Past due is never a good thing, especially in the case of pregnancy. Our family had been sick about a week before my due date which was February 18th. At the time, I felt perfectly content waiting for our little girl to make her arrival. I didn't want her weak little immune system to have to ward off so many germs right when she was born. And so we waited....and waited....and waited what seemed like forever.
Every little cramp, ache, bit of nausea or heartburn made me wonder - is this labor starting? By my due date, I so hoped that it was. We were all healthy and everything, and I mean everything, was ready for our baby girl to arrive. I had mentally prepared myself for 9 months for the huge change we were about to experience. I had anticipated what it would be like to stay at home with 2 babies in diapers. I was ready to tackle this obstacle head on and face the challenges of mothering a newborn. But baby girl wasn't ready just yet!
On my due date, I had an appointment with my OB. She was beginning to think that an induction might be necessary and possibly desired by me. I informed her that I did not want to be induced at all. It would be my absolute last resort. My labor was induced with my first pregnancy. Each contraction was absolutely excruciating. I so wanted to be able to experience the natural labor that my body would start on it's own. I asked her how far past my due date she would let me go. She told me Saturday, the 27th would be the latest I could go.
I was also feeling troubled by the fact that some of Andrew's family would be heading out of town for a week starting on February 26th. I did not want them to miss out on meeting the new addition to the family and I know they didn't want to miss it either. I decided to go ahead and schedule the induction for February 25th with high hopes that we wouldn't have to wait that long and that this baby girl would make her arrival on her own.
Early Monday morning, the 22nd, I woke up around 5:30. I haven't been sleeping well lately and figured this morning was just like every other. About 15 minutes later I felt some cramping going on. It went away, then came back about 12 minutes later. Then again, and again, and again. I was getting excited that this might be the start of labor, but I did not want to get my hopes up. I decided to use my contraction timer app on my iPhone to see the numbers documented. About an hour later, I decided to wake up Andrew and let him know what was going on. I shook him and told him in a soft voice that I'd been having contractions for the past hour. He all but jumped out of bed, excitement in his voice and said he'd better call out to work then. I texted my mom and told her what was going on and told her to keep on standby. Andrew called his mom and told her as well so that she could be ready to come pick up Judah when necessary.
Now I was really getting excited. It was finally happening! Andrew's mom called us back a little bit later and asked us if we just wanted her to come get Judah right then so that when things got intense later we wouldn't have to worry about it. We got Judah ready for the day singing songs and tell him that he was going to be a big brother before the day was over!
The contractions continued and we continued to time them to see if there were any changes. There weren't, they were still steadily 12 minutes apart. A few hours later, I got really tired from having woken up so early. I decided to lay down, because all of the books and websites say that when you're in early labor you should rest. It was the best thing, right? I laid down for about an hour but couldn't really sleep. I was excited and trying to pay attention to contractions. I finally drifted off but when I woke up it seemed like the contractions had stopped. I was disappointed but hoped that things would get going again. Andrew suggested that we go for a walk. It was pretty cold outside so instead of going out, we decided to head to the mall. We walked for a long time. I felt tired just because of that. I had rarely exercised during the pregnancy. But I felt like I was having contractions again. We ran a couple of other errands and then headed home. Things were still really slow. Sometimes 8 minutes and sometimes 12 minutes apart. It seemed like at times the contractions were more intense than before.
Much later in the afternoon I decided that since this was my second pregnancy, I should let my doctor know that I'd been contracting all day and before her office closed for the day. They told me I should come to the hospital. I was kind of surprised, but I figured they would know, right?
In the car on the way to the hospital, the contractions seemed to be 5 minutes apart and getting more intense. I was glad we had left for the hospital when we did, especially not knowing how quickly this labor would progress. My doctor's office would be closed by the time we got to the hospital, so they told me to check in at the Family Maternity Center. I was taken to the triage area and hooked up to the monitor for the baby's heart beat and to monitor my contractions. The nurse checked my cervix and found that I was still only dilated 2 cm, which is what I had been when my doctor checked me at my 40 week appointment 4 days earlier! I was so frustrated that a whole day of contracting had gotten me nowhere. On top of that, as soon as I laid down on the examination bed my contractions stopped. I think I had one in the 20 minute span that I was being monitored. I was so frustrated. They of course sent me home.
All kinds of thoughts were going through my head about how long this was going to draw out and if I would end up needing an induction either way. I couldn't believe how slowly this labor was progressing, if you could even call it progression at all. When we got home I decided I was done trying to keep track of how far apart the contractions were. It was just frustrating me. Grandma brought Judah home so that he could sleep in his own bed. I went to bed, still contracting, and managed to get a few hours of sleep. Around 4 am I woke up and felt like I was having much more intense contractions. I decided to go downstairs with my yoga ball and keep a record of the contractions. After about an hour of contractions that were 5 minutes apart I decided to wake Andrew. I was definitely feeling the increasing intensity of these contractions. At times they were even 3 minutes apart. I decided to get in the tub since I've heard that is supposed to ease the pain quite a bit. It did and was very relaxing. My contractions continued and I thought that we should start thinking about going to the hospital. Andrew and I both got showered and dressed and we called his dad to come watch Judah. My contractions continued and I was mentally focusing and talking myself through them. I remember marching around the bedroom over and over, telling myself that I was bigger and stronger than the contraction and that I wasn't going to let the pain overtake me. It was working, and with each conquered contraction I felt stronger.
Andrew's dad arrived and we decided to get our butts out the door. When we got in the car, we called my doctor's office. They had just opened - it was 8 am. They asked me if I was in the neighborhood of the hospital and I told them we were on our way from our house. They told me to come straight to their office so they could check me out. After being checked, I was at 4 cm. Hey that was progress! They decided to put me on the monitor and see what was going on. Of course, as soon as I got on the monitor my contractions stopped completely. I was so stinking frustrated. I couldn't believe it! My doctor asked me if I just wanted to be admitted to the hospital, have my water broken and possibly be put on pitocin to speed up labor. At that point I didn't care anymore and told her yes. She checked with the Family Maternity Center, but they didn't have enough beds for me because my labor wasn't active enough.
Again, I was filled with frustration. We were being sent home for the 2nd time. I wasn't mad at the doctor's office and I didn't feel stupid for going to the hospital too soon, because according to all the guidelines I went at the right time. I just couldn't believe how slowly this labor was progressing. In the long run, however, it was for the best. Looking back, I am glad that I couldn't be admitted and that I got to labor at home.
At this point I was so tired. I had barely slept the past 2 nights and all the emotional ups and downs were making me exhausted. I just wanted to go home and sleep. I decided to lay down when we got home. I was able to doze off a bit for maybe an hour. When I woke up, I was having intense contractions again. They were very painful and I was needing Andrew's help to get through them. Judah was still home at this point and he wasn't sure what to think of seeing his mama in pain. We called Andrew's mom and asked her to come get him. I continued to contract strongly every 3-5 minutes for the next couple hours. I didn't want to go to the hospital again until I was sure that this was the real deal. I decided to get in the tub again. Andrew lit a bunch of candles for me so that I could try to relax in the bathroom. The tub definitely helped, but the contractions were very painful. Andrew decided to call my Dr. again and they asked us to come in. I had been contracting strongly for long enough that I was sure I had to have dilated more.
The worst feeling for me was having to lay or sit during a contraction, except for when I was in the tub. I didn't know if I could handle being in the car for 20 minutes and having contractions. I brought along my heated rice pack to help ease the pain while we were in the car. I didn't end up using it at all. Every time I had a contraction, my amazing husband helped me breathe through it. It was such a good distraction from the pain.
We arrived at the hospital and got into my Dr.'s office once more. Dr. Chien walked into the exam room as I was dancing around the room through a contraction. She smiled at me and said "Now you look like you're in labor." I laughed and said, "Yeah I think I am." She checked my cervix and for a split second she had a look of panic in her face. I thought maybe she was going to tell me that I was completely dilated to 10 cm. She later told me that was her fear, that I was dilated to 10 and she was going to have to deliver the baby right in the exam room! Nope, just 6 cm, but enough to admit me to the hospital! She also told me that the baby's head was way down. Definitely a good sign! Dr. Chien asked me if I wanted an epidural and I told her oh yes, right away!
We walked over to the FMC and were admitted right away. I had a few contractions along the way, but Andrew helped me breathe through them. It was about 4 pm. We got situated in the room, the nurse started my IV and we were getting things rolling. My contractions continued and Andrew continued to help me through them. The nurse commented on how well I was doing and that Andrew and I made a great team. She suggested we film a birthing video to teach other couples how to breathe through contractions. Ha, no cameras please! The epidural was on it's way, I just had to wait for the anesthesiologist. The nurse again told me that she thought I was really pacing myself well and taking each contraction with stride. She said, ya know I bet you could go without an epidural and be just fine. That made me feel great. But I smiled and said, "Thanks, but I think I'll file that away for use at a later date." It just wasn't for me to go natural.
The anesthesiologist made it to our room. He was great. A great sense of humor and made Andrew and I both feel at ease. I had a few contractions while he was trying to place the epidural. Kinda scary to think about how still I had to be, but it all worked out.
My nurse checked me after it was placed and I was at 8 cm! Wow! I think I could have done it without drugs, but again it's just not for me. After the epidural my contractions were slowing down a bit. They were between 5-8 minutes apart. My Dr. came in to break my water, but the contractions didn't speed up after that. I wasn't too concerned and neither was my nurse, but she asked me if it was okay to start a little bit of pitocin to get things moving a little faster. I didn't care at all. I had my epidural and I wasn't going to feel the pain.
Andrew had told my parents where we were at and they showed up to my room soon after. We actually got to hang out together in the room for a while. I was so relaxed. It was nice to be able to rest so well after 2 days of labor. We had a good time in the room together. No stress, no worries, no pain.
I asked my nurse how my contractions were. She said they were practically coming one on top of the other so she turned the pitocin off. She kept asking me if I felt any pressure to push. No...not quite yet. I remembered very well what that pressure felt like.
My parents decided to leave and get something to eat. As soon as they did, I felt like I thought I needed to push. My nurse checked me and sure enough I was dilated to 10 cm and the baby's head was right there. It was time! I had pushed for an hour and a half with Judah, so I was prepared to throw all of my effort and energy into these pushes, knowing that the more effectively I pushed, the sooner she would be here. She had me push once and told me to stop because I was going to deliver that baby right then.
She called my Dr. and not 3 pushes later, Audrey June was born at 7 pm! I seriously pushed for less than 5 minutes. I couldn't believe it! Way too easy!!
She was beautiful! Andrew and I were filled with so much joy! I was so happy to finally have her in my arms. She didn't cry too much. She was quiet in comparison to her brother. But she was just as soft and sweet. All 7lbs, 7 oz of her.
My parents came back 20 minutes later. They saw my nurse in the hallway and asked if it was okay to come into the room. They didn't know what had just happened...My nurse told them they'd better come talk to me. They couldn't believe that she had been born in the half hour span they had been gone! They came in and saw us for a few minutes, then let the 3 of us spend some time together alone.
What a beautiful, wonderful day!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Falta Poco
I am 39 weeks and 5 days pregnant today. So this is what it feels like to wait for something that seems like it will never, ever happen. Every time I think, hey this cramping or discomfort could be labor, I'm wrong. I was okay with not going into labor while our family was dealing with sickness this last week. We're still working on getting over our bug completely, but I feel so ready to go into labor! Waiting any longer feels like torture!
But I know that she will be here before I know it, and soon I won't remember what it was like to have a few moments of peace and quiet to myself like I am enjoying right now.
I am fortunate enough to have had Judah take 2 naps today. He got up really early this morning. 5:45 am with daddy's alarm. I'm not sure why. I thought maybe he was wet because that is usually the #1 thing that will get him up early, but he was not. I realized that his pacifier had fallen out of his crib and that might have been why he couldn't get back to sleep.
None the less, we got up early together and had breakfast. Judah ate well this morning. Better than he has in quite a while. I have been so incredibly frustrated with his eating habits as of late. I know that it has been a result of both his illness and cutting 3 molars all at the same time, but it was still incredibly trying on my patience. It was nice to not have to battle with him to get him to eat, or calm him down after a temper tantrum.
I was fortunate to have had a full night of sleep last night. Even though I've been taking Ambien at night to help me sleep, it doesn't seem to last the whole night through and I end up waking up early and having trouble falling back to sleep. I managed to sleep the whole night through, for about 7 hours. It's more than I usually get, but after we were done with breakfast I was so ready to go back to sleep. Judah was happy and enjoyed playing this morning, but I could tell he was really tired around 7:30. I decided it wouldn't hurt to try to lay him back down to sleep, and I could then rest my own head a bit, even if it was just for 10 minutes. 10 minutes turned into 2.5 hours. It felt wonderful!
I have to say that I still felt really tired when I peeled myself out of bed at 10 am, but I had a little more energy and definitely felt refreshed.
I decided yesterday that Judah needed more shirts. He grows out of his shirts so quickly. He has such a long torso that even though he isn't quite 18 months yet, the 18 month size seems to ride up on his tummy. We went to Target to pick up some 2T shirts. Judah hated sitting in the cart today. He normally does pretty well, but he fussed almost the entire time we were there. I had planned on moseying around the store just to kill some time, but since he wasn't too happy we cut our trip short.
We came home and had some lunch. He did pretty well again eating wise, but then freaked out when I took away his sippy cup for throwing it on the ground again and again. Then I had to calm him down and lunch was over for the time being. So frustrating!
We tried again an hour or so later and he ate a little bit more, but I don't think he was too hungry because he wanted down shortly thereafter.
I got a little bit of house cleaning done, as well as some laundry. Judah played around the house in the mean time. I decided that it would be nice to get out of our small house again this afternoon. I thought the perfect place was Andrew's parents' house. They have such a big space for Judah to play. Plus I thought we could sneak our way into whatever dinner plans are for them. I haven't cooked dinner in a while and Andrew won't really let me. I'm okay with it. It's a lot of work lately. I thought I would try to lay Judah down before we head over to Grandma & Grandpa's since he took such an early nap. I wasn't sure if he would go down, but I don't hear any noise coming from upstairs so I think we're golden.
We'll head over there once he wakes up.
Here's hoping for a baby girl before next week!
But I know that she will be here before I know it, and soon I won't remember what it was like to have a few moments of peace and quiet to myself like I am enjoying right now.
I am fortunate enough to have had Judah take 2 naps today. He got up really early this morning. 5:45 am with daddy's alarm. I'm not sure why. I thought maybe he was wet because that is usually the #1 thing that will get him up early, but he was not. I realized that his pacifier had fallen out of his crib and that might have been why he couldn't get back to sleep.
None the less, we got up early together and had breakfast. Judah ate well this morning. Better than he has in quite a while. I have been so incredibly frustrated with his eating habits as of late. I know that it has been a result of both his illness and cutting 3 molars all at the same time, but it was still incredibly trying on my patience. It was nice to not have to battle with him to get him to eat, or calm him down after a temper tantrum.
I was fortunate to have had a full night of sleep last night. Even though I've been taking Ambien at night to help me sleep, it doesn't seem to last the whole night through and I end up waking up early and having trouble falling back to sleep. I managed to sleep the whole night through, for about 7 hours. It's more than I usually get, but after we were done with breakfast I was so ready to go back to sleep. Judah was happy and enjoyed playing this morning, but I could tell he was really tired around 7:30. I decided it wouldn't hurt to try to lay him back down to sleep, and I could then rest my own head a bit, even if it was just for 10 minutes. 10 minutes turned into 2.5 hours. It felt wonderful!
I have to say that I still felt really tired when I peeled myself out of bed at 10 am, but I had a little more energy and definitely felt refreshed.
I decided yesterday that Judah needed more shirts. He grows out of his shirts so quickly. He has such a long torso that even though he isn't quite 18 months yet, the 18 month size seems to ride up on his tummy. We went to Target to pick up some 2T shirts. Judah hated sitting in the cart today. He normally does pretty well, but he fussed almost the entire time we were there. I had planned on moseying around the store just to kill some time, but since he wasn't too happy we cut our trip short.
We came home and had some lunch. He did pretty well again eating wise, but then freaked out when I took away his sippy cup for throwing it on the ground again and again. Then I had to calm him down and lunch was over for the time being. So frustrating!
We tried again an hour or so later and he ate a little bit more, but I don't think he was too hungry because he wanted down shortly thereafter.
I got a little bit of house cleaning done, as well as some laundry. Judah played around the house in the mean time. I decided that it would be nice to get out of our small house again this afternoon. I thought the perfect place was Andrew's parents' house. They have such a big space for Judah to play. Plus I thought we could sneak our way into whatever dinner plans are for them. I haven't cooked dinner in a while and Andrew won't really let me. I'm okay with it. It's a lot of work lately. I thought I would try to lay Judah down before we head over to Grandma & Grandpa's since he took such an early nap. I wasn't sure if he would go down, but I don't hear any noise coming from upstairs so I think we're golden.
We'll head over there once he wakes up.
Here's hoping for a baby girl before next week!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
My little man is sick.
We had a very rough night last night.
Yesterday was Judah's cousin, Elijah's first birthday party. Judah had a great time running around with the other kids and playing in the tunnels with all the balls. It was a lot of fun. On the way home, however, Judah started having a coughing fit that lasted from the time we left the party in Edmonds until we go to our house in Everett. It was terrible!
He has had an ongoing night cough since around Christmas time, but it really hasn't showed up in the daytime for quite some time. I wasn't going to let it worry me because it didn't seem like anything to be concerned about. Then out of the blue, after the party, it was as if this cold virus hit him like a ton of bricks! He was coughing and sneezing and sniffling his runny nose.
I was able to give him his bath and get him down for bed easy enough. He did slip and fall in the tub after I drained the water out. I was pretty worried about him then, but he calmed down very easily and was ready to get into bed, so I didn't protest.
Judah slept for about 2 hours, when all of the sudden he woke up crying. I got him up, knowing he didn't feel well and tried to lay him back down. He wanted to sleep, but his cough was so persistent that he couldn't. He cried for me again. I went back in and decided that he probably needed something to drink after all of that coughing. I took him downstairs to calm him down and to give him something to help him feel better. He had a little water and I gave him some Zicam which is a homeopathic zinc remedy for colds. He was calm, but when I went to lay him down again, he couldn't fall asleep. His cough was too much.
He spent the next 2-3 hours going from tears to coughing to calm and back again. The poor guy was absolutely exhausted and horribly miserable. He couldn't fall asleep for the life of him. We tried everything. We tried holding him and standing, sitting and holding him, laying him down with us in bed, laying him down in his crib. You name it, we tried it.
Finally at 11:30 pm I decided that I would take him for a car ride in hopes that he would calm down and conk out for the night. As soon as he saw that we were getting into the car he calmed down. I decided to just get on I-405 and drive. I wasn't sure how far I was going, but I was sure the constant movement and sound of the engine would put him out. I drove all the way to Kirkland and although he was quiet, he kept coughing which disturbed his peaceful attempts to sleep. I figured that it was probably a lot cause. I turned around and came back home. We had driven for a good 45 minutes.
I felt defeated when we walked into the house, but at least he was calm and far from tears. Andrew thought I should just lay him down. I did so without any high hopes. Although he protested a little bit, he finally fell asleep at about 12:30 am.
He actually slept through until 7:30 this morning. Not too bad for a really sick little boy. I decided last night that I wasn't going to have a night like that again. Screw the FDA, I was going to give Judah some cough medicine.
The fact that cold medicine for infants was pulled from the shelves a couple years ago really made me angry. It's not my fault that some parents can't read or follow directions when it comes to their precious children. I talked to Andrew's mom this morning and she agreed that it wouldn't be harmful at all to give Judah Dimetapp. She used to give it to her kids all the time when they were babies. Two of her sons had chronic ear infections and it was the only thing that would take the pressure off the ears.
I picked some Children's Dimetapp up today on the way over to watch the Superbowl at Andrew's parents' house. While Judah was running around I decided that it would be better to actually watch him and see how he reacted to the medicine, than wait until bedtime and hope that it didn't have any adverse side effects.
He did fine on it. It seemed like it cleared up some nasal congestion and his cough was less frequent and severe. Of course it didn't take any of it away, but it helped.
On the way home after the game, Judah actually fell right asleep in the car. I was surprised because he's been so miserable. Our plan was to give him another dose before he went to sleep, but we didn't have a chance.
Hopefully he sleeps much better tonight!
Yesterday was Judah's cousin, Elijah's first birthday party. Judah had a great time running around with the other kids and playing in the tunnels with all the balls. It was a lot of fun. On the way home, however, Judah started having a coughing fit that lasted from the time we left the party in Edmonds until we go to our house in Everett. It was terrible!
He has had an ongoing night cough since around Christmas time, but it really hasn't showed up in the daytime for quite some time. I wasn't going to let it worry me because it didn't seem like anything to be concerned about. Then out of the blue, after the party, it was as if this cold virus hit him like a ton of bricks! He was coughing and sneezing and sniffling his runny nose.
I was able to give him his bath and get him down for bed easy enough. He did slip and fall in the tub after I drained the water out. I was pretty worried about him then, but he calmed down very easily and was ready to get into bed, so I didn't protest.
Judah slept for about 2 hours, when all of the sudden he woke up crying. I got him up, knowing he didn't feel well and tried to lay him back down. He wanted to sleep, but his cough was so persistent that he couldn't. He cried for me again. I went back in and decided that he probably needed something to drink after all of that coughing. I took him downstairs to calm him down and to give him something to help him feel better. He had a little water and I gave him some Zicam which is a homeopathic zinc remedy for colds. He was calm, but when I went to lay him down again, he couldn't fall asleep. His cough was too much.
He spent the next 2-3 hours going from tears to coughing to calm and back again. The poor guy was absolutely exhausted and horribly miserable. He couldn't fall asleep for the life of him. We tried everything. We tried holding him and standing, sitting and holding him, laying him down with us in bed, laying him down in his crib. You name it, we tried it.
Finally at 11:30 pm I decided that I would take him for a car ride in hopes that he would calm down and conk out for the night. As soon as he saw that we were getting into the car he calmed down. I decided to just get on I-405 and drive. I wasn't sure how far I was going, but I was sure the constant movement and sound of the engine would put him out. I drove all the way to Kirkland and although he was quiet, he kept coughing which disturbed his peaceful attempts to sleep. I figured that it was probably a lot cause. I turned around and came back home. We had driven for a good 45 minutes.
I felt defeated when we walked into the house, but at least he was calm and far from tears. Andrew thought I should just lay him down. I did so without any high hopes. Although he protested a little bit, he finally fell asleep at about 12:30 am.
He actually slept through until 7:30 this morning. Not too bad for a really sick little boy. I decided last night that I wasn't going to have a night like that again. Screw the FDA, I was going to give Judah some cough medicine.
The fact that cold medicine for infants was pulled from the shelves a couple years ago really made me angry. It's not my fault that some parents can't read or follow directions when it comes to their precious children. I talked to Andrew's mom this morning and she agreed that it wouldn't be harmful at all to give Judah Dimetapp. She used to give it to her kids all the time when they were babies. Two of her sons had chronic ear infections and it was the only thing that would take the pressure off the ears.
I picked some Children's Dimetapp up today on the way over to watch the Superbowl at Andrew's parents' house. While Judah was running around I decided that it would be better to actually watch him and see how he reacted to the medicine, than wait until bedtime and hope that it didn't have any adverse side effects.
He did fine on it. It seemed like it cleared up some nasal congestion and his cough was less frequent and severe. Of course it didn't take any of it away, but it helped.
On the way home after the game, Judah actually fell right asleep in the car. I was surprised because he's been so miserable. Our plan was to give him another dose before he went to sleep, but we didn't have a chance.
Hopefully he sleeps much better tonight!
Friday, February 5, 2010
Is it spring already?
We have been having some unusually warm days thus far this year. I am definitely a fan! If we aren't going to have a real winter with snow and ice, this is the next best thing. Normally at this time of year, you would find me complaining about the cold, gray rainy days that we tend to see on a regular basis around western WA. The past few weeks, however, we have had several days that have felt like downright spring! Today was no exception. It rained most of the night last night, but early in the day, the sun began to peak through the clouds and spent the rest of the day breaking up the clouds completely. It was lovely! I'm going to guess that our temps were in the mid 50s around the Puget Sound.
This morning, I wasn't so sure that today was going to be a good day. I woke up around 5 am, which has been the norm lately. I have no trouble falling asleep, though I can't seem to actually shut down my brain until after 11 pm. I stay asleep for several hours, even fall back to sleep very easily after using the bathroom 2 or 3 times during the night. But for some reason, when those early morning hours come, I cannot for the life of me fall back to sleep. It's as if my brain is ready for the day, but my body is not. Unfortunately, my brain wins and I stay awake. I don't start to feel like I could actually go back to sleep until around the time that Judah wakes up for the day. It feels perfectly awful to be sleep deprived for no reason at all, especially knowing that very soon I will be sleep deprived for a very good reason.
This morning was a little bit different, however. Judah woke up about an hour after I did. I thought he would go back to sleep after I went in and changed his diaper. He did not. I was kind of relieved because I was already wide awake and this only meant that he would take his nap time very early in the day if he was ready to get up for the day at 6 am. We went downstairs and made breakfast together. Oatmeal with applesauce and a scrambled egg with shredded cheese. He devoured his breakfast in his usual fashion. I thought for a minute about trying to put him back to sleep, because sometimes he will go back to sleep after he has had an early breakfast. But he was in such a happy mood, ready to play with all of his toys. I decided to wait it out, as this would mean a longer nap time for both of us later. I tried to busy myself as my tiredness began to set in. I started cleaning the kitchen and folding some laundry. We played together for a while on the floor, but my eyes were quickly drooping shut and I was having a hard time staying awake. I decided to recline on the couch and just let Judah play. He was so happy to entertain himself that it didn't bother him a bit. I would doze off now and again, but he thinks it's funny to see me falling asleep and decided to come put all of his toys in my lap. He kept playing happily, but would continue to involve me in his play.
At about 8 am, I decided that he had to be tired from waking up so early, even if he wasn't acting like it. I couldn't stop thinking about my cozy bed upstairs, so I pulled Judah's favorite blankie and his blue bear out of the dryer. They were warm and soft, perfect for snuggling up to in his crib. I told him we were going to take a nap and he quickly headed for the stairs with blankie and bear in hand. I laid him down in his crib and couldn't dive under my own covers fast enough. I thought he was going to sleep and quickly dozed off myself, but Judah was having a little party in his crib. He kept kicking the crib bars and even started opening and closing his closet doors. Oh great, I thought. He just isn't going to sleep, I suppose. I couldn't help myself from dozing in and out of consciousness, my body fighting for sleep, but my mind waking up at every one of Judah's slightest noises. Finally at 9 am, when I realized that I had to go to the bathroom (as usual), I got up out of bed, facing the realization that good sleep would have to wait a few more hours. But as I walked quietly to the bathroom, I didn't hear any more noise from Judah. I finished my business and went back into my room. All was quiet for at least 10 minutes. I decided it might actually be safe to lay back down. I was right. I slept until about 11:30. It felt so wonderful. I even had time to shower before Judah woke up around 12:15. I was right, the boy was tired! I guess he just needed a little Judah time in his crib before he succumbed to the sleep monster.
Judah and I had a nice lunch together. Meal time can be so hit and miss with him. I decided to break into my new supply of Costco freezer food that was mostly purchased for after the baby is born. I know that I won't have a lot of time to prepare good food, so we bought some quick and easy things to make out of the freezer. Much to my luck, Judah loves edamame. I popped a package in the microwave while I made a smoothie out of these new Yoplait fruit smoothie packets that I found. They are frozen blueberries, strawberries and raspberries along with frozen chunks of yogurt. Add 1 cup of milk to the mix and whirl it up in the blender for a minute and a half and you have a delicious and fairly healthy smoothie. Needless to say, Judah loved watching me use the blender. His eyes were so wide with the loud noise. He kept saying "Whoa!!" I grabbed a whole wheat bagel for us to share and spread some peanut butter on top. It was a perfect lunch. I felt fantastically energized after eating. I am sure that my nap had something to do with it too.
Andrew came home from work early so that I could head off to my 38 week appointment. Before I left, he suited Judah up in his rain boots and took him outside to stomp in puddles and play on the swing set. I was sad I had to leave and miss out on the fun they were going to have. Apparently, Judah's pants were covered in mud when they were done.
Dr. Chien and I had a quick visit. I actually had some questions for her this time. I asked her when I'm supposed to call when I go into labor. She told me that after an hour of contractions that are 5 minute apart is when I should come to the hospital. We talked about how we really don't have any frame of reference of how this labor is going to be since nothing about my previous labor with Judah was natural. It definitely leaves an element of surprise. She checked my cervix again and said that it seems I'm about 1 cm dilated but 0% effaced. Not too surprising at this point. She asked me if I had any other questions or concerns and I told her how I've been sleeping terribly. I'm sure it's not the first time she's had a patient who is 9 months pregnant complain about their crummy sleep. She asked if I've tried Tylenol PM, which I have. I told her it makes me feel really dehydrated the next day. Then she suggested I try Ambien. I was so relieved! I had taken Ambien when I was in the hospital on bed rest with Judah. It didn't make me feel groggy at all, but definitely helped me to get a full night of rest. So she sent the Rx over to my pharmacy. I am looking forward to getting some quality sleep during the night so that I can actually feel awake and alive during the day.
Speaking of which, I think it's about time for some sleep.
This morning, I wasn't so sure that today was going to be a good day. I woke up around 5 am, which has been the norm lately. I have no trouble falling asleep, though I can't seem to actually shut down my brain until after 11 pm. I stay asleep for several hours, even fall back to sleep very easily after using the bathroom 2 or 3 times during the night. But for some reason, when those early morning hours come, I cannot for the life of me fall back to sleep. It's as if my brain is ready for the day, but my body is not. Unfortunately, my brain wins and I stay awake. I don't start to feel like I could actually go back to sleep until around the time that Judah wakes up for the day. It feels perfectly awful to be sleep deprived for no reason at all, especially knowing that very soon I will be sleep deprived for a very good reason.
This morning was a little bit different, however. Judah woke up about an hour after I did. I thought he would go back to sleep after I went in and changed his diaper. He did not. I was kind of relieved because I was already wide awake and this only meant that he would take his nap time very early in the day if he was ready to get up for the day at 6 am. We went downstairs and made breakfast together. Oatmeal with applesauce and a scrambled egg with shredded cheese. He devoured his breakfast in his usual fashion. I thought for a minute about trying to put him back to sleep, because sometimes he will go back to sleep after he has had an early breakfast. But he was in such a happy mood, ready to play with all of his toys. I decided to wait it out, as this would mean a longer nap time for both of us later. I tried to busy myself as my tiredness began to set in. I started cleaning the kitchen and folding some laundry. We played together for a while on the floor, but my eyes were quickly drooping shut and I was having a hard time staying awake. I decided to recline on the couch and just let Judah play. He was so happy to entertain himself that it didn't bother him a bit. I would doze off now and again, but he thinks it's funny to see me falling asleep and decided to come put all of his toys in my lap. He kept playing happily, but would continue to involve me in his play.
At about 8 am, I decided that he had to be tired from waking up so early, even if he wasn't acting like it. I couldn't stop thinking about my cozy bed upstairs, so I pulled Judah's favorite blankie and his blue bear out of the dryer. They were warm and soft, perfect for snuggling up to in his crib. I told him we were going to take a nap and he quickly headed for the stairs with blankie and bear in hand. I laid him down in his crib and couldn't dive under my own covers fast enough. I thought he was going to sleep and quickly dozed off myself, but Judah was having a little party in his crib. He kept kicking the crib bars and even started opening and closing his closet doors. Oh great, I thought. He just isn't going to sleep, I suppose. I couldn't help myself from dozing in and out of consciousness, my body fighting for sleep, but my mind waking up at every one of Judah's slightest noises. Finally at 9 am, when I realized that I had to go to the bathroom (as usual), I got up out of bed, facing the realization that good sleep would have to wait a few more hours. But as I walked quietly to the bathroom, I didn't hear any more noise from Judah. I finished my business and went back into my room. All was quiet for at least 10 minutes. I decided it might actually be safe to lay back down. I was right. I slept until about 11:30. It felt so wonderful. I even had time to shower before Judah woke up around 12:15. I was right, the boy was tired! I guess he just needed a little Judah time in his crib before he succumbed to the sleep monster.
Judah and I had a nice lunch together. Meal time can be so hit and miss with him. I decided to break into my new supply of Costco freezer food that was mostly purchased for after the baby is born. I know that I won't have a lot of time to prepare good food, so we bought some quick and easy things to make out of the freezer. Much to my luck, Judah loves edamame. I popped a package in the microwave while I made a smoothie out of these new Yoplait fruit smoothie packets that I found. They are frozen blueberries, strawberries and raspberries along with frozen chunks of yogurt. Add 1 cup of milk to the mix and whirl it up in the blender for a minute and a half and you have a delicious and fairly healthy smoothie. Needless to say, Judah loved watching me use the blender. His eyes were so wide with the loud noise. He kept saying "Whoa!!" I grabbed a whole wheat bagel for us to share and spread some peanut butter on top. It was a perfect lunch. I felt fantastically energized after eating. I am sure that my nap had something to do with it too.
Andrew came home from work early so that I could head off to my 38 week appointment. Before I left, he suited Judah up in his rain boots and took him outside to stomp in puddles and play on the swing set. I was sad I had to leave and miss out on the fun they were going to have. Apparently, Judah's pants were covered in mud when they were done.
Dr. Chien and I had a quick visit. I actually had some questions for her this time. I asked her when I'm supposed to call when I go into labor. She told me that after an hour of contractions that are 5 minute apart is when I should come to the hospital. We talked about how we really don't have any frame of reference of how this labor is going to be since nothing about my previous labor with Judah was natural. It definitely leaves an element of surprise. She checked my cervix again and said that it seems I'm about 1 cm dilated but 0% effaced. Not too surprising at this point. She asked me if I had any other questions or concerns and I told her how I've been sleeping terribly. I'm sure it's not the first time she's had a patient who is 9 months pregnant complain about their crummy sleep. She asked if I've tried Tylenol PM, which I have. I told her it makes me feel really dehydrated the next day. Then she suggested I try Ambien. I was so relieved! I had taken Ambien when I was in the hospital on bed rest with Judah. It didn't make me feel groggy at all, but definitely helped me to get a full night of rest. So she sent the Rx over to my pharmacy. I am looking forward to getting some quality sleep during the night so that I can actually feel awake and alive during the day.
Speaking of which, I think it's about time for some sleep.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Two weeks to go! Give or take.
Tomorrow I will be 38 weeks pregnant. I never reached that point with Judah. If this were my pregnancy with Judah, I would have given birth to him earlier this afternoon. I was 37 weeks and 6 days pregnant with him when he came into the world. I guess his little sister wants to beat his record.
I feel quite ready physically and emotionally to have this baby. I don't have a lot of fear and I feel prepared to handle labor with different techniques. I think I have a belt of confidence on this time that I wasn't equipped with during my previous pregnancy. I honestly thought that all I needed to worry about was having the epidural and the contractions up to that point wouldn't be too bad. Big wake up call!
I am anxious to go into labor on my own. The last thing in the world that I want with this pregnancy is to be induced. I can't wait to start contractions on my own, labor at home for as long as I can and get to the hospital in time to have the baby. Let's really hope it doesn't happen somewhere along I-405. Not exactly ideal.
I got to rest up a bit today. This morning was my regular Wednesday. Just and I went to Community Bible Study. We had our core group luncheon, which is always enjoyable. My group made tacos. It's always nice to talk with and get to know the other women in my group a little bit better.
My mom told me that she wanted to take Judah home with her after Bible study so that I could have the afternoon to do what I wanted with it. So off Judah went with "A-ma" as he called her from down the hall today.
Andrew ended up playing hookie from work today, so he wanted to have lunch with me and possibly see a movie. We received a few gift cards for Christmas. One to Claim Jumper and another couple gift cards to the Lowes movie theater at the Alderwood Mall. We decided to use both for our lunch date. I wasn't actually very hungry when we got to Claim Jumper because we had our CBS luncheon just a few hours earlier, but I still ordered a decently sized lunch anyway. I am eating for two after all!
After lunch, I was stuffed, but couldn't stop thinking about sweets. We went to see our movie - The Edge of Darkness, Mel Gibson's latest. As soon as the opening credits started, Andrew offered to go get me something to munch on. As if I needed it! He brought back a Sprite and some peanut M&Ms. What a sweetheart!
When we got home from the movie, I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to do absolutely nothing while Judah was still with my mom. I decided to go to sleep. When I snuggled under the covers, I actually hoped that I would stay asleep for 12 hours straight and go into labor the next morning, fully rested and ready with all kinds of strength and energy. Not so, of course!
I woke up at about 7 pm, wondering if my mom had brought Judah home yet. I checked my phone but didn't have any messages from her. She usually lets me know when she's on her way over. I decided to get up and use the bathroom. When I came into the hallway, Judah's door was closed and I could see that his nightlight was turned on. I crept downstairs quietly just incase. Andrew was sitting on the couch watching TV. I asked if Judah was home and he pointed upstairs. My mom had brought him home about 45 minutes prior. Judah hadn't napped all day. He fell asleep in the car on the way over and when Andrew brought him in the house, he was barely awake, so he just laid him down in his crib.
Little man has been asleep ever since.
I would like to make this blog more of a priority. I really enjoy writing about my days. I'm not sure if I should make it more focused on one thing or another, or if I should just write about what goes on during each day. I'd like to start to include recipes and more photos as well. It's kind of ambitious at this point in life, seeing as how I will be very busy very soon. Hopefully this ambition can take flight.
I feel quite ready physically and emotionally to have this baby. I don't have a lot of fear and I feel prepared to handle labor with different techniques. I think I have a belt of confidence on this time that I wasn't equipped with during my previous pregnancy. I honestly thought that all I needed to worry about was having the epidural and the contractions up to that point wouldn't be too bad. Big wake up call!
I am anxious to go into labor on my own. The last thing in the world that I want with this pregnancy is to be induced. I can't wait to start contractions on my own, labor at home for as long as I can and get to the hospital in time to have the baby. Let's really hope it doesn't happen somewhere along I-405. Not exactly ideal.
I got to rest up a bit today. This morning was my regular Wednesday. Just and I went to Community Bible Study. We had our core group luncheon, which is always enjoyable. My group made tacos. It's always nice to talk with and get to know the other women in my group a little bit better.
My mom told me that she wanted to take Judah home with her after Bible study so that I could have the afternoon to do what I wanted with it. So off Judah went with "A-ma" as he called her from down the hall today.
Andrew ended up playing hookie from work today, so he wanted to have lunch with me and possibly see a movie. We received a few gift cards for Christmas. One to Claim Jumper and another couple gift cards to the Lowes movie theater at the Alderwood Mall. We decided to use both for our lunch date. I wasn't actually very hungry when we got to Claim Jumper because we had our CBS luncheon just a few hours earlier, but I still ordered a decently sized lunch anyway. I am eating for two after all!
After lunch, I was stuffed, but couldn't stop thinking about sweets. We went to see our movie - The Edge of Darkness, Mel Gibson's latest. As soon as the opening credits started, Andrew offered to go get me something to munch on. As if I needed it! He brought back a Sprite and some peanut M&Ms. What a sweetheart!
When we got home from the movie, I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to do absolutely nothing while Judah was still with my mom. I decided to go to sleep. When I snuggled under the covers, I actually hoped that I would stay asleep for 12 hours straight and go into labor the next morning, fully rested and ready with all kinds of strength and energy. Not so, of course!
I woke up at about 7 pm, wondering if my mom had brought Judah home yet. I checked my phone but didn't have any messages from her. She usually lets me know when she's on her way over. I decided to get up and use the bathroom. When I came into the hallway, Judah's door was closed and I could see that his nightlight was turned on. I crept downstairs quietly just incase. Andrew was sitting on the couch watching TV. I asked if Judah was home and he pointed upstairs. My mom had brought him home about 45 minutes prior. Judah hadn't napped all day. He fell asleep in the car on the way over and when Andrew brought him in the house, he was barely awake, so he just laid him down in his crib.
Little man has been asleep ever since.
I would like to make this blog more of a priority. I really enjoy writing about my days. I'm not sure if I should make it more focused on one thing or another, or if I should just write about what goes on during each day. I'd like to start to include recipes and more photos as well. It's kind of ambitious at this point in life, seeing as how I will be very busy very soon. Hopefully this ambition can take flight.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Showered with Love and Nesting
Today the little miss and I had our first baby shower.
It was so wonderful. I can't think of any other words to describe it! My sister-in-law, Erica, along with Tami and my mom-in-law all worked so hard to put together my baby shower. We had a small group of my closest friends and family go to a spa in Belltown. We all got our nails done, ate goodies and snacks, opened presents and just enjoyed each other's company. The only thing that could have made it better was if my mom and sister could have joined us. Other than that, it was absolutely perfect. I felt so loved and so pampered, and even though I knew it before, I was reminded of how I am surrounded by some really amazing people. I have a wonderful family. I couldn't ask for better sisters, or friends. I am so blessed!
I came home and sorted through all of our loot. The little miss is going to be very well dressed, that's for sure. I can't wait to see her swimming in her newborn sizes. I remember how we thought Judah was going to fill out his homecoming outfit that we picked out for him. He was absolutely swimming in it at the hospital. He didn't want to uncurl his legs and therefore they were bunched up into the body of the suit. The legs were pretty much just empty fabric. He was so tiny. I am sure this little miss will be no different. Unless of course she happens to be bigger than her brother. Only time will tell!
This last week I've done some serious nesting. I deep cleaned the upstairs bathroom which is a very rare occurrence. It certainly is a lot of work to clean a tiny little 5' x 10' space. I scrubbed the shower and bathtub, mopped the floor, and cleaned the toilet, mirror and sink until they sparkled. I would have continued by organizing the cabinet above the toilet, but I think by that time, Judah was done watching me clean.
Yesterday I cleaned out the refrigerator. I don't just mean that I threw away old food. I mean that I scrubbed the inside. I took all the food out, took all the shelves out and washed everything down until it too sparkled. I don't think I've actually done this ever before in the history of living in this house. My mom may have done it at one point, but I'm pretty sure that I never have. Kind of embarrassing to admit that....but now it looks fantastic!
I packed our hospital bag with most everything we will need. I think there are still a few things I need to throw in there in the next few days. I packed Judah's bag for when he stays with the grandparents while the other 3 of us are at the hospital.
I did about 4 loads of laundry yesterday.....and yet somehow the house still feels dirty. I feel like I still have so much to do. Now that I have all this new loot from the baby shower, I will have even more organizing to do. It's fun though, and it gives me a bit of a workout. I was so exhausted after cleaning the bathroom and the refrigerator. I couldn't believe how simple housework made me feel like I had run a marathon.
We were supposed to bring home the infant car seat and the bassinet from my in-laws house this weekend, but both Andrew and I forgot. We'll have to do that this week to be on the safe side. Plus I can't wait to get the bassinet all ready for the little miss!
It was so wonderful. I can't think of any other words to describe it! My sister-in-law, Erica, along with Tami and my mom-in-law all worked so hard to put together my baby shower. We had a small group of my closest friends and family go to a spa in Belltown. We all got our nails done, ate goodies and snacks, opened presents and just enjoyed each other's company. The only thing that could have made it better was if my mom and sister could have joined us. Other than that, it was absolutely perfect. I felt so loved and so pampered, and even though I knew it before, I was reminded of how I am surrounded by some really amazing people. I have a wonderful family. I couldn't ask for better sisters, or friends. I am so blessed!
I came home and sorted through all of our loot. The little miss is going to be very well dressed, that's for sure. I can't wait to see her swimming in her newborn sizes. I remember how we thought Judah was going to fill out his homecoming outfit that we picked out for him. He was absolutely swimming in it at the hospital. He didn't want to uncurl his legs and therefore they were bunched up into the body of the suit. The legs were pretty much just empty fabric. He was so tiny. I am sure this little miss will be no different. Unless of course she happens to be bigger than her brother. Only time will tell!
This last week I've done some serious nesting. I deep cleaned the upstairs bathroom which is a very rare occurrence. It certainly is a lot of work to clean a tiny little 5' x 10' space. I scrubbed the shower and bathtub, mopped the floor, and cleaned the toilet, mirror and sink until they sparkled. I would have continued by organizing the cabinet above the toilet, but I think by that time, Judah was done watching me clean.
Yesterday I cleaned out the refrigerator. I don't just mean that I threw away old food. I mean that I scrubbed the inside. I took all the food out, took all the shelves out and washed everything down until it too sparkled. I don't think I've actually done this ever before in the history of living in this house. My mom may have done it at one point, but I'm pretty sure that I never have. Kind of embarrassing to admit that....but now it looks fantastic!
I packed our hospital bag with most everything we will need. I think there are still a few things I need to throw in there in the next few days. I packed Judah's bag for when he stays with the grandparents while the other 3 of us are at the hospital.
I did about 4 loads of laundry yesterday.....and yet somehow the house still feels dirty. I feel like I still have so much to do. Now that I have all this new loot from the baby shower, I will have even more organizing to do. It's fun though, and it gives me a bit of a workout. I was so exhausted after cleaning the bathroom and the refrigerator. I couldn't believe how simple housework made me feel like I had run a marathon.
We were supposed to bring home the infant car seat and the bassinet from my in-laws house this weekend, but both Andrew and I forgot. We'll have to do that this week to be on the safe side. Plus I can't wait to get the bassinet all ready for the little miss!
Monday, January 18, 2010
For the Love of my Little Man
This morning when I got Judah up out of his crib, we shared a very tender moment together. He is usually quite energetic in the morning, not too interested in cuddling with me and very excited to eat breakfast. This morning was a little bit different. He was his usual chatty self, but when we got downstairs and started turning on the lights, all of the sudden he just relaxed in my arms and rested his sweet boy head on my shoulder. I didn't think it would last long, but tried to savor it for a few seconds before he quickly became interested in something else. But he stayed put like that with his short legs wrapped around my now very large belly and his arms spread wide across my shoulders. I stroked his messy bed hair and realized that we will be having fewer and fewer moments like this as the shift and transition from being an only child to being a big brother comes into play. I'm going to remember this morning and cherish his tender sweetness.
I felt so blessed again as I checked on Judah before I crawled into bed, as I do every night. I crept over to his crib and saw his sweet little body lying on it's side, snuggled into his ducky quilt. He began to stir a little bit and I was afraid for a moment that I had woken him up so I stepped back for a moment. I watched him as he shifted in his sleep and it reminded me so much of when he was just a few months old. His sweet little innocence shining through his face as he slept peacefully. I stood there and stared for a few moments and wondered why he has to grow up. Why does he have to go from this very innocent, sweet, tender state and grow up to know about all of the awful ugly polluted things in this world. I wish I could protect him from all of it. I wish I could envelope him in some kind if shield that would keep him from becoming tainted by what the world has to offer. I cherished that moment as I looked down at his sweet, peaceful face. What a tremendous blessing he is to my life. It almost brought me to tears. Growing up is hard.
SIGH
This afternoon my brother and sister-in-law came over to watch Judah while I ran some errands. It was nice to be able to get so much done and not be exhausted from hauling around a toddler at the same time. I went to Target and shopped for several things that we'll need after the little miss arrives. Unfortunately there are still a few other things I need, but I'm going to wait until after my baby shower on Sunday to see if I get any of it there.
After Target I went to the pet store to get Bauer his cat food. Then it was on to the grocery store for this week's food. I came home to find a very happy little boy, thoroughly enjoying his time with his auntie and uncle. They said they had a great time watching him and that Judah was so easy and happy. It made me happy to hear that he did so well. I wasn't sure how he would do at first because he's never been alone with them before. Jacob and Megan even said they would like to do it again some time. Sounds great to me!
I invited them to stay for dinner. It was the least bit of thanks I could do for helping me get so much done today. I made spaghetti as that was what I was craving when I ran through the grocery store. It was nice to visit with them for a little while. Our visits with them are too few and far between. I need to make them more regular.
Judah was ready for bed as soon as we finished dinner. Andrew went to take him upstairs but asked him if he could give me a kiss first. He ran back to me and kissed me, or rather let me kiss him. Then he proceeded to give rounds of kisses to Megan, then Jacob, then back to me and everyone else again. I know I'm biased and all, but he's such a doll. Melts my heart. How did I get such a sweet kid?
I felt so blessed again as I checked on Judah before I crawled into bed, as I do every night. I crept over to his crib and saw his sweet little body lying on it's side, snuggled into his ducky quilt. He began to stir a little bit and I was afraid for a moment that I had woken him up so I stepped back for a moment. I watched him as he shifted in his sleep and it reminded me so much of when he was just a few months old. His sweet little innocence shining through his face as he slept peacefully. I stood there and stared for a few moments and wondered why he has to grow up. Why does he have to go from this very innocent, sweet, tender state and grow up to know about all of the awful ugly polluted things in this world. I wish I could protect him from all of it. I wish I could envelope him in some kind if shield that would keep him from becoming tainted by what the world has to offer. I cherished that moment as I looked down at his sweet, peaceful face. What a tremendous blessing he is to my life. It almost brought me to tears. Growing up is hard.
SIGH
This afternoon my brother and sister-in-law came over to watch Judah while I ran some errands. It was nice to be able to get so much done and not be exhausted from hauling around a toddler at the same time. I went to Target and shopped for several things that we'll need after the little miss arrives. Unfortunately there are still a few other things I need, but I'm going to wait until after my baby shower on Sunday to see if I get any of it there.
After Target I went to the pet store to get Bauer his cat food. Then it was on to the grocery store for this week's food. I came home to find a very happy little boy, thoroughly enjoying his time with his auntie and uncle. They said they had a great time watching him and that Judah was so easy and happy. It made me happy to hear that he did so well. I wasn't sure how he would do at first because he's never been alone with them before. Jacob and Megan even said they would like to do it again some time. Sounds great to me!
I invited them to stay for dinner. It was the least bit of thanks I could do for helping me get so much done today. I made spaghetti as that was what I was craving when I ran through the grocery store. It was nice to visit with them for a little while. Our visits with them are too few and far between. I need to make them more regular.
Judah was ready for bed as soon as we finished dinner. Andrew went to take him upstairs but asked him if he could give me a kiss first. He ran back to me and kissed me, or rather let me kiss him. Then he proceeded to give rounds of kisses to Megan, then Jacob, then back to me and everyone else again. I know I'm biased and all, but he's such a doll. Melts my heart. How did I get such a sweet kid?
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