I love photoshop.
LOTS of pictures
We took LOTS of great pictures with Grandma Mel this week. She is an experienced expert at capturing baby smiles, her and daddy caught quite a few. So anyways, here you are.
PS When you click on a pictures it brings it up in a new page REALLY big. If you want to make it small enough to see more than, say, one eyeball at a time all you have to do is hold down ctrl and then click the minus key (next to zero).
The family.
Grandma and Zeke.
Oh no!
Smiles!
Look what he is doing! Yes, this is real. I am not that talented at photoshop.
MORE smiles!
Big cheeks.
Sleepy boy.
PS When you click on a pictures it brings it up in a new page REALLY big. If you want to make it small enough to see more than, say, one eyeball at a time all you have to do is hold down ctrl and then click the minus key (next to zero).
The family.
Grandma and Zeke.
Oh no!
Smiles!
Look what he is doing! Yes, this is real. I am not that talented at photoshop.
MORE smiles!
Big cheeks.
Sleepy boy.
Grandparents Galore!
My parents came up on Saturday...I never thought to take pictures because he was crabby all day! Seriously he is never as crabby as he was that day! And then of course on Sunday he was happy happy happy and playing and smiling, and it didn't even matter because they had left. I never did figure out what was making him so mad. Maybe he was tired or had tummy cramps or he was bored because we never really went anywhere, who knows. Oh well, I guess, that's how babies are. We will be in Boise for a good couple of days over labor day weekend and he cant possibly be mad the whole time we are there....or at least I hope not.
Josh's mom arrives tomorrow. If he is crabby all day then I will know he just officially hates visitors ;)
Not much else to say, so here are some pics.
Ezekiel loves his baths.
Sometimes Zeke doesn't act cranky and tired and so then mommy loses track of time and doesn't start the bath/pajamas/nursing/songs routine early enough and Zeke just passes out and gets put to bed in his clothes and without any bath. This may or may not make me a bad mother.
Sometimes mommy asks daddy to put Zeke to sleep so she can get a few things done and when she comes upstairs she finds them looking a little something like this.
The sad part is, it worked...so much for being important. ;)
Josh's mom arrives tomorrow. If he is crabby all day then I will know he just officially hates visitors ;)
Not much else to say, so here are some pics.
Ezekiel loves his baths.
Sometimes Zeke doesn't act cranky and tired and so then mommy loses track of time and doesn't start the bath/pajamas/nursing/songs routine early enough and Zeke just passes out and gets put to bed in his clothes and without any bath. This may or may not make me a bad mother.
Sometimes mommy asks daddy to put Zeke to sleep so she can get a few things done and when she comes upstairs she finds them looking a little something like this.
The sad part is, it worked...so much for being important. ;)
Zeke is getting so big!
It's blurry but its adorable if you ask me.In other news, Zeke is getting so soo big! Now even most of his 0-3 outfits wont fit him, and he's onto 3-6 month clothes. He's growing much faster then I can get sick of his outfits, it seems he's barely worn most of them. And we have about a billion in this size. Honestly I could go 3 weeks without doing his laundry if I wanted to, I've gotten so many hand me downs and gifts. I'm hoping his growth slows down a bit now though. All of his 6-9 month clothes are wintery. He's got to last at least until mid September before moving up into that size. If he's still in this size when it gets cold I can always layer but if he gets too big before it cools off I'll have to finally buy something ;) Thankfully I don't see how he can possibly keep this growth up, if he's in 6-9 months clothes at 3 months we've got problems.
Speaking of, I think pretty soon I'll have to buy diapers too. I just opened my last box. It amazes me that I've gone 7 weeks off of gift diapers. You people must sure love us!
Ezekiel is growing in more ways than one. He's getting so much more vocal and interactive. Its amazing. He's so expressive, Josh and I can sit and talk to him for hours, the things that kid does with his eyebrows crack me up.
He's also getting much better at controlling his hands. He can even manage to get his thumb in his mouth now after a few minutes of trying. I have the example below :)
See? This is both a blessing and a curse to me. Its nice because playing with his hands will keep him amused sometimes, and he's starting to self-soothe a bit at night. Unlike the binky, when his finger falls out of his mouth he can usually get it back in without me. Its the usually that sometimes makes me curse this habit. Zeke tends to get frustrated if he tries too long and continues to fail to make the thumb-mouth connection. And then, oh no, the bink is NOT good enough. He spits it right out and keeps yelling and trying to get his thumb in. Then I try to help him get his thumb in but he's too mad to keep it in when I do.We also go through a similar routine when he's too tired to lift his head anymore. Or too tired in general. He just keeps trying to lift his head and stay awake and look around. But his head keeps falling or his eyes closing. He gets so mad! He just wants to see everything.
That's why the Mei-Tai carrier Annali made me is such a blessing. He is upright and he can look around. I've heard a lot of people say they walk their babies to sleep but Zeke loves his way too much to close his eyes when he is in it. He's all wide eyed and looking around. I've used it at the grocery store and on a walk now. Thanks Annali, we love our Mei-Tai!
I better go upstairs and see if my boys are ok, though. I bathed and fed Zeke and left him to daddy to put to sleep.
look what my boy can do!!
Look at my big boy holding himself up! I cant even believe how good he is at this!!!!
This one is all the farther he could get last week. I was impressed even then but now my goodness!
This is the only smile I could capture. A half smile at best. After all, daddy is only so amusing. And more cute pictures....
The only real news is that he IS allergic to milk. Or more accurately he has a milk protein intolerance. The bad news is I'm off dairy for a while, the good news is that almost all kids outgrow this. A lot of them by one year and the rest by 3.
Oh yeah, and as of his doc appointment on Thursday he is 12 pounds and 5 ounces!
No pics but plenty to say
This week had quite a few highlights yet no pictures...sorry. I sort of forgot my mission to capture a smile...too frustrating. You can never get him to when you want him to. A good long meal and some cuddling provide decently dependable results however so maybe Ill keep the camera with my breastfeeding supplies for a few days. Mornings can get smiley too when I put him in our bed, which I'm still doing between 4-6 am every morning and probably will the next few years. He's so soo soooo good until then that I dont see the harm. Sometimes it gets us a few more hours sleep. Im not complaining though, he's doing 8-5 almost every night with two feedings and while 11-8 would fit my circadian rhythm better I enjoy the couple hours of peace every night and have a husband who's willing to go dance with my son in the livingroom at 5 am while I sleep. God Bless Josh.
For more than 1 reason too. He also bought Zeke and I an air conditioner after one tearful evening in which I broke down (quite literally) from the heat. Being a stay at home mom loses its luster when your home is 95 degrees....plus Zeke had a heat rash and was cranky cranky cranky. Ill admit I lost control for a bit there. Crying baby all day+ temperatures that make spit up curdle even FASTER= a husband that buys an air conditioner THAT NIGHT.
Zeke's manifold accomplishments this week include growing like a freaking weed. I cant believe it but he is already noticeably bigger, and growing out of clothes that fit him only last week. No wonder he was eating about every hour for a while there. He has also picked up two new sounds, ohh and ahh. I am so glad he does more than grunt and cry at last. He'll spend 20 minutes now just going "ooooahhoooo ahhhh oooo" He can also now lift and hold his head. Its shaky but he's doing it. Josh thinks he rolled over but he didn't really. He was just flailing around and accidentally ended up on his side. So doesn't count.
Lets see...his baby acne faded just in time to usher in some cradle cap. And he now chews on his knuckles all day long. Also all night, providing the most lovely sucking noises. He can never quite get a good suction. I tried showing him how to put his thumb in there and explaining that he cant fit his fist in his mouth, I can only assume that's his goal with the whole knuckle thing, but he didn't listen. Moms dont know anything.
Im also in the middle of an experiment to see if cutting dairy from my diet will help his gas. Its miserable. I miss cheese. I honestly hope he remains gassy, isn't that awful? I don't really think he has a milk protein allergy but he's showing enough symptoms and its common enough that I thought 2 weeks off dairy to see what happens would be worth it. The horrid part is it seems to be working a little....we will see if he's miserable when I re-introduce.
That's it for now. Next week there will be lots of pictures, I promise.
For more than 1 reason too. He also bought Zeke and I an air conditioner after one tearful evening in which I broke down (quite literally) from the heat. Being a stay at home mom loses its luster when your home is 95 degrees....plus Zeke had a heat rash and was cranky cranky cranky. Ill admit I lost control for a bit there. Crying baby all day+ temperatures that make spit up curdle even FASTER= a husband that buys an air conditioner THAT NIGHT.
Zeke's manifold accomplishments this week include growing like a freaking weed. I cant believe it but he is already noticeably bigger, and growing out of clothes that fit him only last week. No wonder he was eating about every hour for a while there. He has also picked up two new sounds, ohh and ahh. I am so glad he does more than grunt and cry at last. He'll spend 20 minutes now just going "ooooahhoooo ahhhh oooo" He can also now lift and hold his head. Its shaky but he's doing it. Josh thinks he rolled over but he didn't really. He was just flailing around and accidentally ended up on his side. So doesn't count.
Lets see...his baby acne faded just in time to usher in some cradle cap. And he now chews on his knuckles all day long. Also all night, providing the most lovely sucking noises. He can never quite get a good suction. I tried showing him how to put his thumb in there and explaining that he cant fit his fist in his mouth, I can only assume that's his goal with the whole knuckle thing, but he didn't listen. Moms dont know anything.
Im also in the middle of an experiment to see if cutting dairy from my diet will help his gas. Its miserable. I miss cheese. I honestly hope he remains gassy, isn't that awful? I don't really think he has a milk protein allergy but he's showing enough symptoms and its common enough that I thought 2 weeks off dairy to see what happens would be worth it. The horrid part is it seems to be working a little....we will see if he's miserable when I re-introduce.
That's it for now. Next week there will be lots of pictures, I promise.
bonus4th of july pics
My camera ran out of batteries after one picture....thankfully I have friends.
PS in case you didnt know, you can always click on a pictures to see it full size. :)
PS in case you didnt know, you can always click on a pictures to see it full size. :)
Pictures
Not a whole lot to post this week. Zeke did great on the 4th, he loved being outside and all the live music at the park. At about 9 or 9:30 he started to get pretty overwhelmed and ready to go back home but thankfully I was able to get him to sleep and then he slept thru the entire fireworks show! He was even "babysat" for 15 or so minutes by his Auntie Jen while Josh and I walked to go buy some food...it was scary (for me, not Zeke)...about 20 feet away I realized I'd never been so far from him before. Other than that, a completely boring week.
I tried to get a picture of him smiling for everyone, about all I succeeded in was a good 60 pictures that were all variations of this bored and yet indulgent face.
That is until this suddenly happened. This is Zeke's "Why do you keep taking pictures? I may be tired of this...I may be about to cry..." face.
And here we see his "I am definitely about to cry" face. Notice the puckering of the lower lip, when the lower lip puckers you are out of luck.
Then he let loose, and mommy finally picked him up. I'm sorry buddy but your just too cute when you are mad.
Keeping on keeping on
Things seem easier this week. Nighttime at least is a lot easier. Zeke has been sleeping most of the night in his moses basket now all by himself, at least the last 3 nights he has. I've been changing and feeding him sometime between 10 and 11 and putting him in his basket right next to my bed and he sleeps till 2, eats and (wait for it, this is the new part) goes BACK in his basket until 5 or so when he gets hungry again. At this point he decides he wants to wake up and he ends up in bed with Josh and I so that we can get another few hours...he'll stay there until 8 usually. Its a huge improvement from sleeping with us almost all night. Last week he only put up with 2 or 3 hours in his basket if I was lucky and I was afraid he'd never sleep alone...now he's more like 6 hours and I have huge confidence that in a few months when he's feeding once a night instead of twice we can start to transition him into his own room. And he's sleeping so deep too. Maybe 1 or 2 times do I have to reach down and put my hand on his tummy to settle him back down, and before I was having to do it constantly when he was in the basket.
Days are easier too. He still wants to be held almost every waking second, the longest I've gotten so far is 15 minutes he sat in his vibrating chair and watched me iron Josh's shirts. But its easier to deal with now that I'm not holding him all night as well. And we're getting a rhythm to our days, not a schedule but at least a rhythm. He eats every 3 hours or so until the evening when he likes to cluster a good 3 or 4 feedings in as many hours sometimes. He usually has a good balance of sleep and alertness, although every few days he still has a day when he almost never wakes up except to eat. And the same events happen everyday, just not necessarily in the same order. Every day we read, we just finished the Great Gatsby (my child will have read more classic literature in his first 6 months than most Americans in their life, I'm willing to bet. After 6 months they say it starts to matter what you read them but right now it doesn't so I don't see why I should suffer Hop on Pop quite yet). Everyday we get out of the house for a little while whether its to the park with my mommy and me group or yoga or MOPS, everyday we dance or sing because Zeke LOVES music. In his bad moments its all that will calm him down and he cries between tracks when it stops to switch songs. He got mad at church this Sunday when the worship stopped, it was so funny.
He lost his cord FINALLY, and we also FINALLY ordered birth announcements so they should get here this week and out there next week. I hope its not too late but hey I've been busy. Anyways they are super cute and totally worth it. Trust me. Also I am totally convinced he giggled yesterday. I was smiling and making faces at him and he was smiling back and then he GIGGLED. He is obviously a genius way above the curve, no matter what Josh says. He's socially doing things he shouldn't for another 6 weeks. He smiles back at you, he will stick his tongue out if you do it, and he laughs.
Not much else is going on, however. I'm just keeping on keeping on. Enjoying my perfect baby and trying not to die in the heat.
When you are 12 days old everything's a first
Highlights this week are mostly a long string of firsts. Zeke had his first bath at home, peed on daddy for the first time, played his first computer game, his first game of risk, and his first game of scrabble. He had his first explosive poop to fly at least 2 feet before it hit the wall (Josh wants me to post pictures but I will spare you, if you've had children you can imagine, if you haven't then you don't want to). He's also winning his first battle, he sleeps more in our bed than in his. At 2 o clock in the morning Id just rather him be quiet and spoiled with us than in his bed like a good baby and crying. He spends part of every night alone and I hope to slowly increase it. When his days and nights are a little more stable and he lasts over 2 hours between feedings it will be easier.
I am afraid I'm spoiling him terribly, he just wont abide being put down, even during the day. Lonliness will wake him from even the deepest sleep. But I honestly don't know what to do about it, even the meanest most Ferber-friendly people say you cant use a cry it out method until they are a bit older than this. And I'm not sure I really want to throw my child into the pure terror of singleness just for the sake of a free arm. For now I do everything one handed, attempt putting him down several times a day when he seems calmest, and hope that he likes the carrier my friend Annali is being good enough to make me. Also I hope he grows out of this a bit. He IS fairly new after all.
Wednesday he will be 2 weeks and normal life will be allowed to commence. I promised Josh we'd stay home for 2 weeks recovering and though not getting dressed most days has been nice, and though I did cheat slightly with going to church and to the mall, I'm getting bored. I'm never home this much. Wednesday I get to go out to a potluck with my mommy and me group, and then Thursday my impossibly hippie mindful mothers group meets. We also have doctors appointments each of those days, so it might be much but I don't want to wait another week. Friday I have my church MOPS group.
Bust busy busy and I love it. Post natal yoga has to wait until 5 weeks and I'm sad but also a little relieved, all these groups might be more than I can chew. I'll wait and see, I can always drop something and at least I wont be lonely or bored.
Pictures
Zeke went to see his pediatrician today and checked out just fine. His heart rate, breathing, and coloring are all worlds better and he has lost weight since he was born but has gained since being released from the hospital, so that's a relief. I've been worried about his eating, breastfeeding has been a challenge since my milk came in. I'm not really sure what's wrong but the local La Leche League has a meeting tomorrow that I'm going to try to take him to. They might have some ideas for what I can do to make it easier for both of us.
Mostly this post is just to share some of the pictures we've taken since coming home, there will be many more to come in the next days and weeks. Daddy is a little camera obsessed.
We're home
What an emotional rollercoaster of a week. I dont even have the energy to think about it, let alone post all the ups and downs of the last 5 days.
Let's call it enough to say that Zeke and I were both released from the hospital this afternoon and are now home at last. He is doing so much better already, just being home has made a huge difference.
Let's call it enough to say that Zeke and I were both released from the hospital this afternoon and are now home at last. He is doing so much better already, just being home has made a huge difference.
Still in the hospital
Well we are still here. Zeke picked up an infection, the tests will show exactly what kind tomorrow, and has to be on IV antibiotics for anywhere between 2 and 10 days. So far we have been able to keep him in our room with us and only take him to the nursery for his half hour treatments but Im going to be released at some point tomorrow and the earliest Zeke can get out is Saturday afternoon.
Please just keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Neither Josh or I want to go home without our baby, even for a single night and especially not for over a week.
Please just keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Neither Josh or I want to go home without our baby, even for a single night and especially not for over a week.
Birth....at last
First let me say my beautiful son, Ezekiel, was born today at 10:35 am. 9 pounds 7 ounces, 21.5 inches long. He is as healthy as could possibly be imagined, breast fed within the first hour of being born and Josh and I are more blessed then we can express.
Next let me admit that nothing, and I mean nothing, went according to plan. I wanted to birth naturally without any interventions and instead had every single intervention possible except c-section. I feel like a failure, I failed every step along the way. And I know I got a beautiful baby and that should be enough, and it is enough, but at the same time I cant help wishing it could have gone differently.
So here it goes. We arrived at the hospital for our induction at 7 pm Monday. I was 3 centimeters dilated and the baby was at 0 station so they decided that cervical ripening wouldn't be necessary and I could start on low dose Pitocin right away. By 9 pm I was all set up and the game had begun. Josh and I watched some TV and tried to sleep.
In the morning, around 7 am or so, my contractions were still weak, I couldn't even feel them very much. I ate a small breakfast and we started to raise the Pitocin levels, which seemed to work pretty well. At least I was now getting medium strong contractions. Josh and I tried walking the halls, sitting on the birth ball, rocking in a rocking chair...everything to get things going faster and stronger. At noon my midwife decided to check me again and see what progress I had made after 15 hours of Pit. I was 3 centimeters...still.
We decided the Pit alone obviously wasn't doing enough. The next step was to break my water and see if maybe that could get things going faster, maybe even enough to turn the Pit down or even off. So break the waters we did. There was a little meconium, but not enough to stress about, and the contractions became much stronger. More walking, rocking, sitting, kneeling, swaying, and everything else under the sun ensued.
Still when I was checked about 3 hours later no progress had been made. Still 3 centimeters, so we started turning the Pit up again. Contractions became steadily harder and harder to deal with at that point and I became more and more tired. Josh and I pushed on, we tried every position and comfort procedure in the book, got in the jacuzzi, ect. By 9 pm the contractions were 1 minute on to 2 minutes off and about as strong as I could handle. My whole body was shaking and exhaustion was setting in. My midwife decided to check again. 3 centimeters. We all decided that my body was too tired to be able to go on any longer. We had to start an epidural.
After placing the epidural we tried to calm down and get some sleep. They put in an intra-uterine moniter so they could see how strong the contractions were and kept raising the Pitocin levels through the night, it didn't look promising but at some point in the middle of the night I was checked and found to be 5 centimeters. Only a 2 centimeter change after over 24 hours but at least we were over the hump. My midwife's shift ended at 7 so she checked again right before leaving, hallelujah I was at 10 centimeters and she thought I'd be able to push soon.
Between 8 and 8:30 I started to push with the help of the hospital nurses and back-up OB, they were absolutely wonderful. Let me add now that actually everyone was wonderful during this whole time, and that's saying something because we went thru 4 nurse shifts while we were there! So I pushed. I pushed and I pushed and I pushed. My epidural was starting to wear off so I was even able to feel a lot of it. By 10 the baby's heart-rate was starting to show a lot of distress though, they said I had to get an episiotomy to try to speed up labor, I just wasn't big enough. By 10:30 I was so close and they were so worried that they had to use the forceps. They barely tugged him and out he came all of a sudden in 2 pushes. Causing a 4th degree tear in the process.
NICU was waiting in the room to whisk the baby away if needed but right away he gave a good yell and a good poop. His 1 minute Apgar was a 6 and his 5 minute a 9. He was just fine and by the time I had pushed out the placenta they gave him to me to hold. I was just glad to be done. They stitched me up, I fed the baby. We both had our vitals taken and everything was fine.
There was a little concern about Zeke's blood sugar levels but after a second feeding he was fine.
Then there was some worry about me hemoraging, especially after such a long labor, but that seems to be fixing itself now as well. So now I'm just trying to take everything that's happened in the last 3 days in. My son and my husband are asleep, I should probably be too but my adrenaline is still high.
42 weeks
Well tonight I go into the hospital at 7pm to start the induction process. First, after getting checked in and all that good stuff, they will apply the cervical gel to "ripen" my cervix. Then I get to try to go to sleep at the hospital, and Josh gets to try to go to sleep at the hospital too but in that horrid pull-out couch so I guess I'm the lucky one. If I'm close enough to labor already the cervical gel itself might get things started, its been known to happen if not quite often. More likely in the morning, around 6 or 7 am, they will start me on an IV of pitocin to get contractions started. So if all goes according to plan the baby will be born tomorrow afternoon/early evening. Valerie Ewert is the midwife on call on Tuesdays, and I like her a lot, so that's good.
I don't know. I'm excited. And scared. For some reason I was never scared of spontaneous labor but I'm really really scared of being induced. I think it's because inductions are so much more painful, and the contractions hit harder faster. When you go into labor on your own your body kind of builds up and lets you get used to the idea before the real baddies hit. Inductions are generally faster, and that's a plus I suppose, but give me a slow gradual labor any day I think over a faster and harder one. I'm no sprinter, I've always preferred long distance.
I don't have a choice though, so I'm just praying for the strength to be able to do what I get. God never gives us more than we can handle right? Right.
Anyways, Josh is going to bring the laptop to the hospital so we will update a quick picture and some info either tomorrow night or Wed morning, depending on when the baby comes and how crazy it is and ect.
I don't know. I'm excited. And scared. For some reason I was never scared of spontaneous labor but I'm really really scared of being induced. I think it's because inductions are so much more painful, and the contractions hit harder faster. When you go into labor on your own your body kind of builds up and lets you get used to the idea before the real baddies hit. Inductions are generally faster, and that's a plus I suppose, but give me a slow gradual labor any day I think over a faster and harder one. I'm no sprinter, I've always preferred long distance.
I don't have a choice though, so I'm just praying for the strength to be able to do what I get. God never gives us more than we can handle right? Right.
Anyways, Josh is going to bring the laptop to the hospital so we will update a quick picture and some info either tomorrow night or Wed morning, depending on when the baby comes and how crazy it is and ect.
41 weeks (and then some)
Wow, am I big. And Wow, am I amazed that I've made it this far. That baby was due 10 days ago, after all. I'm amazed and I'll admit anxious. I only have 4 days left until the big I-day and I'm trying to get myself around to a point where I can accept being induced without disappointment. It's a little difficult. I had my heart pretty set on a "natural" birth and that moment when you realize that you are in labor.
In my spare time, to reduce boredom, I've come up with a rather extravagant and very Courtney-like theory on why the baby hasn't come yet. In the end I decided that it's all Hilary Clinton's fault. I would think, after explaining, that my husband suspected I was going insane if it wasn't for the fact that after almost 3 years of marriage I know that he knows I'm insane. He cant fake surprise any longer. And anyways, my conspiracy theories are nothing compared to his, don't even get me started.
A more logical person to blame, now that I think about it, would be Josh himself. After all, I am NEVER late for ANYTHING. I'm always early, always have been. Josh on the other hand is always always ALWAYS late. I guess, on a second thought, though, that's not exactly fair because, in reality, he's more often procrastinating, starting late, never conceivably going to make it, and then right on time. This irritates his classmates as much if not more than it does me because he starts papers and projects mere hours before deadlines and then finishes them sometimes seconds before they are due. I've gotten used to it, and with several "warnings" have even managed to make it to most movies these days before the previews. Although never before the new pre-pre-views.
I guess if the baby is just taking after his daddy I will go into labor an hour or two before I'm supposed to be at the hospital on Monday. That would be in true Josh Clark style. If my Hilary Clinton theory is correct, then I will go into labor sometime Saturday night after her big party... We will see.
40 weeks
As my due date comes and goes I cant help but get a little frustrated. Its not really that I'm all that uncomfortable or anxious but it's all beginning to feel like this is some big test that I'm failing. The fact that I have to go in on Friday to talk about inducing on Monday night doesn't help. I don't want to be induced. I mean I really really really don't want to be induced. Not only because it makes me feel like my body is a failure but because I know that my body ISN'T a failure, its just no one around me has any patience. Oh well. I will try my hardest to talk them out of it. I know everyone hates to let you go past 41 weeks but unless they have a reason other than statistics I just don't buy it. I'm not a statistic and neither is my baby.
Plus I hate deadlines.
* update*
Well I was able to push my induction back a week. It was a lot easier then I thought actually, I guess I forgot that I chose this practice because of their flexibility. Anyways, the baby's lease will now officially run out at 7 pm Monday June 9th. It's still a deadline and I still have this sinking suspicion that I will reach it, and an almost complete confidence that even if I did nothing would be wrong but oh well. There are quite probably worse things then being induced and by 42 weeks I will probably be able to name a few.
Plus I hate deadlines.
* update*
Well I was able to push my induction back a week. It was a lot easier then I thought actually, I guess I forgot that I chose this practice because of their flexibility. Anyways, the baby's lease will now officially run out at 7 pm Monday June 9th. It's still a deadline and I still have this sinking suspicion that I will reach it, and an almost complete confidence that even if I did nothing would be wrong but oh well. There are quite probably worse things then being induced and by 42 weeks I will probably be able to name a few.
39 weeks
So as of this morning I am 70% effaced and 2 centimeters dilated. It's all a lot of information that really in the end means nothing. I might go into labor today, I might still make it to my next appointment next Wed. He is still fairly tipped back in my evidently weird-shaped uterus however and Sarah (my favorite midwife in the world) says if I can get him to move forward a bit by sitting on my exercise ball everyday the added pressure will probably get things going a lot faster. So on the exercise ball I am. My yoga instructor has been telling me the exact same thing so I suppose I better listen.
So I am committing myself now, at least a half hour a day I'm gonna exercise on that danged thing! Not necessarly to speed things up because I'm not all that anxious to tell the truth but to get him to move forward at least. Labor will be a lot easier if he's not trying to come out my bum, ya know? Stupid tipped uterus.
In more exciting news, Sarah also said she was feeling his head to see if she could get any evidence of hair and it came out pretty negative, so with my measurements being what they are she thinks he's going to be a bald 7 pounder. Josh's guess is bald, 7 pounds 9 ounces, and 22 inches long...on May 30th. He's very specific, that husband of mine. I say he's going to have a full head of hair, 6 pounds, and not until June 4th, but mostly I'm just being ornery :)
So I am committing myself now, at least a half hour a day I'm gonna exercise on that danged thing! Not necessarly to speed things up because I'm not all that anxious to tell the truth but to get him to move forward at least. Labor will be a lot easier if he's not trying to come out my bum, ya know? Stupid tipped uterus.
In more exciting news, Sarah also said she was feeling his head to see if she could get any evidence of hair and it came out pretty negative, so with my measurements being what they are she thinks he's going to be a bald 7 pounder. Josh's guess is bald, 7 pounds 9 ounces, and 22 inches long...on May 30th. He's very specific, that husband of mine. I say he's going to have a full head of hair, 6 pounds, and not until June 4th, but mostly I'm just being ornery :)
38 weeks
So this will be my blog to keep people updated on the baby and myself. A lot of other moms have told me that it is unimaginably useful those first few weeks and then continues to be so as the baby grows and grandparents start to show their impossibly vast appetites for pictures and cutesy stories. Appetites almost as vast as a new mother's to share pictures and cutesy stories. This site seems to have a better set-up for what I want to do than my myspace page, so we will see how it works.
There is not any news yet really. As of yesterday I am dilated to all of 1 centimeter, and while I have low abdominal cramps almost all the time and my stomach has been dropped for almost 2 weeks I'm not sure anything is really being accomplished down there. I think the only person less anxious than me is Josh, however. Everyone else seems to be running out of patience, I am just as happy if the baby comes tomorrow or in 4 weeks. Josh sees this as a sign that it will be more like 4 weeks, it seems wrong to be so comfortable at the end. Either way I'm glad that I'm able (so far) to give our little cashew the time he needs. I figure this is the first lesson of motherhood, this is the babies life as much as mine and he will have to decide when to come on his own. Its just my job to help when he says time.
There is not any news yet really. As of yesterday I am dilated to all of 1 centimeter, and while I have low abdominal cramps almost all the time and my stomach has been dropped for almost 2 weeks I'm not sure anything is really being accomplished down there. I think the only person less anxious than me is Josh, however. Everyone else seems to be running out of patience, I am just as happy if the baby comes tomorrow or in 4 weeks. Josh sees this as a sign that it will be more like 4 weeks, it seems wrong to be so comfortable at the end. Either way I'm glad that I'm able (so far) to give our little cashew the time he needs. I figure this is the first lesson of motherhood, this is the babies life as much as mine and he will have to decide when to come on his own. Its just my job to help when he says time.
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