Sunday, September 15, 2013


What is up with kids and hoarding? Every little scrap of trash, every little excess piece of ribbon from a package, boxes and bags galore... are treasures to my Abigail. Oh and she collects rocks. Lots and lots of rocks. And apparently gravel and pieces of concrete (which I found in her room today, lovely!).

I've been meaning to help the big girls tackle their loft-style room for weeks now but it's been hard with the baby. Finally I said today would be the day and we went upstairs with two ginormous black trash bags (35 gallon I believe? Larger than typical 30 gal, I know that much). Because they are on the third floor I don't go up there often enough. We do the whole bedtime routine on the 2nd floor in the littler kids' bedroom. I better go up there more often after spending a few hours cleaning it today...

Filled both bags. One was trash, the other thrift. I found oodles of things from my studio that they were not supposed to have as well. Abigail's clean clothes were still in the middle of the space, not put away. They had lugged a box of Duplos and Legos upstairs (big no-no!) so those were everywhere. It was just insane.

I also rearranged. Her bed was centered with a huge cedar chest at the end of the bed (so huge it extended out further than the bed on both sides). I got the genius idea to move her dresser out of this little nook and put the cedar chest there. I pushed her bed to the wall so it wasn't centered and leaving only a little room on either side. The room looks so much bigger with her bed moved to the side.

I didn't get a before because my phone had been charging but here is Abbie's side of the room after (oh and that's her new bed because she jumped on her wood one and busted it!):

Abbie is so pleased with her renewed space that I'm hoping this means she'll stop sneaking trash upstairs. One can hope, can't they?!

Do your kids hoard? Do they collect something?
How often do you do a deep cleaning of their room (or have them do it)?

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Homeschool, Vacation, Ballet oh my!

You know how there are periods in life where it seems like time is just dragging and you're just a big old poo pile of boring? Yes, that was me. But with the start of the school year my days have gotten so much busier and shorter.

Let's rewind back to August. We took our first "real" family vacation. We have visited family before and we went camping once and done a few staycations... but this was a bonafide VACATION. We drove somewhere, out of our city limits, stayed in a condo and ate at restaurants more times in a week than we do in a month and visited a theme park! We went to Branson! I really didn't take a whole lot of pictures. My arms are always full of baby and diapers and everything that no one else wants to carry but we think we need to have with us. But here's a couple pics:

 Sleepyhead fell asleep soon into our 4-hour drive.

 Went to an old ice cream parlor. Getting these four to cooperate for a pic?
Mom 0, Kids 1.

Naptime at the condo. King size bed is now on my list of upgrades for our own house. Loved that big bed because we had kids in it AND I wasn't on the edge. We have a queen right now and it feels like a sardine can.

Silver Dollar City! It was a scorcher. But we had a lot of fun! We're going back before the year is out.

Our condo was awesome. Two bedroom, two full baths (one with a jacuzzi), full kitchen and dining, family room.

After vacation was over Daniel went on a camping trip over Labor Day weekend and brought back a nasty cold/virus. Silas even got it. Today was the first day he has felt good though he's still stuffy at times.

After Labor Day we started homeschool. The girls are still in the math books from last year because I don't think they're ready to move to the next level. They drag their feet in this subject. I'm considering trying Math U See because my patience with math is at an all time low.

Other than that they're really enjoying all their grammar and phonics and reading comprehension work. I got Elaina a couple of fun workbooks on Amazon: Word Ladders and another one called Grammar Minutes. My favorite is their science. We are doing A Beka's 3rd grade science text.

This week was also the first week of performing arts school. Elaina and Zoe are taking ballet and Abigail is taking martial arts (well she's supposed to anyway - she was too scared to go into class!).

To nervous to go into martial arts class. Next week big sister can come with her to help ease her into it and get her acquainted with the teacher and classmates.

Daddy posted this one on FB so I snatched the pic with my phone to upload. She had to borrow a leotard from the school as they don't sell her required size/color (?!) and I didn't know that. They're strict about dress and everything so oops!

Thursday, September 5, 2013

All Done

The time has come to close the baby-cooker. Silas is our last bio baby. We are so blessed to have five babies from my womb and we also have two little angels awaiting us in Heaven. Daniel and I said we wanted seven kids before we had even said "I Do". Well we have our seven babies, even if two of them are not with us.

This is very bittersweet to me. On the one hand I'm very excited to close this baby-bearing period of my life and looking forward to raising my kids. On the other hand it is sad and I'm having a hard time articulating why. It's just a little sad to make such a huge change and close that part of our life. I know that feeling will fade.

I think my body is done. Each new pregnancy is more painful than the last. I have to take Progesterone to sustain pregnancy or I miscarry... so on top of the pain I have symptoms from the supplements and the stress of wondering if my unborn baby will thrive. Emotionally and physically I'm done.

And it's not to say we won't ever adopt either. Adoption is huge on my heart. I'm excited to see where God leads us as our family moves on and grows. I am asked so much if we think we'll have more so that's my answer - if God leads us to adopt we will. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

So Not Ready...

The stores were filled with the smell of fresh pencils and stiff backpacks long ago but I still kept burying "school" in the back of my mind. Since we homeschool we have a lot of freedom on when we school so I set "the day after Labor Day" as our first day of school and kind of forgot about it.

I mean I forgot but I didn't. So now I'm busy planning out the year while getting the girls started in their science and language arts. Our state requires us to log hours (ugh, not my strength) so planning is important so we hit all the required hours. I know we hit them but I have to actually log it all.

This year we're using a lot of A Beka curriculum as well as some Scholastic workbooks. I signed Abigail up for and she loves that site. We have a pass to the zoo and I joined a few FB groups who post local field trips and specials.

This week I also went to a local performing arts center and signed up two of the girls for ballet and one for martial arts. They're very excited about that!

I have to admit that schooling with an infant is hard. Throw a toddler in there and it's like a circus everyday, ha ha! I love that we can have flexibility to adjust our day if school "just ain't happenin' right now"!

Goodbye summer 2013. We'll never see you again. In the wise words of my 8-year-old, "Mom, every year seems to go faster and faster!"

Yes, yes it does.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Babies, babies everywhere!

If you're anything like me then you can't get enough of birth stories, bellies and babies! So many of my fellow blogging mommas that I stalk, errrrr, follow... have just had their bundles of joy! Maybe you'll find a new blog to follow as well. Head on over and congratulate...

Susan on the birth of cutie-pie Logann!

Mandie on the birth of handsome Zane!

Natalie on the birth of precious Elise!

Aaryn on the birth of miraculous Hannah!

These mommas had their babies several months ago but still such wonderful bloggers so I can't NOT include them. Check out...

Andrea's birth story of sweet Aleesia!

Tiffany's birth story of amazing Miles!

Kelle's birth story of cutie Dash!

Holly's birth story of her fifth baby girl Miss Emily!

Nicole's encouraging words, her most recent baby born in April!

And another blogger I follow is going to be having her twin boys soon. Go say some encouraging words to:

Erin at Hoping For Our Own Peanut!

Did I miss anyone? Did you have a baby in the last couple of months too? Or are you close to the big day? Any new pregnancies out there (I haven't heard of any?!)? Let me know and I'll add your blog to the list above!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

7 Weeks

My little redheaded, blue-eyed boy is 7 weeks old!

(Photo actually of him at 6 weeks as this post has been sitting in my draft folder for a week, oops!)

He's lost the newborn look and is getting lots and lots of chubby rolls. A couple days ago he started "talking" to me and sometimes gets really smiley when I'm talking to him. He's had lots of belly laughs in his sleep that sound so toddler-like that they startled me.

He's starting to be awake a lot more and crying less. I'm honestly ready for the next "stage". I didn't want the newborn phase to ever end but God makes development so gradual that you start to get excited for the next part and then the next part. Yes, still bittersweet, but I'm excited to have a more interactive little guy and I know his siblings are, too. He cries every time they hold him.

My kids are fine about it but I know they want to hold him more. They are so unbelievably sweet with him. They're like little mommas (and a little daddy). They stroke his face and hair gently like I do and pat his back when he's upset. They fetch his binky for me and will sit there and help hold it in for him when he needs some pacifying (he won't pacify after nursing - I have so much milk that he starts to choke, sputter and gets too much so binkies it is!).

Though Judah is not a very gentle brother. I have to watch him like a hawk. One time I was nursing Silas and talking to someone. Judah was standing next to me, staring at his brother. I glance over and see Judah reach a finger out and poke Silas in the eye really, really hard! Momma Bear may have growled... just a little... errr a lot!

Monday, July 1, 2013

Some Firsts!

Zoe turned 3 last October and she just now got her first haircut! Judah was also in dire need. His hair constantly in his eyes and the back of his hair a constant tangled, frizzy mess. So I broke out the scissors and got to snipping...



 JUDAH, the process:
Mmm, a popsicle! Mommy rarely hands out desserts so he was stoked. And he also sat still for me. I expected him to get scared or throw a fit or freak out on me as I had not prepared him at all. He had no idea what a haircut was! But he did phenomenally well! Yay, Judah!

Mommy has no idea what she's doing...

Not TOO shabby! Pretty good for a first-timer cutting boy hair. I ended up cutting a little more of that top, right bit after this pic was taken.



Zoe loves her haircut! This picture doesn't do it justice. It's just a cute, simple cut because I have no idea how to cut hair.

Abigail (pictured here) is going to need to go in to a stylist and have her hair done because she needs layers and I don't know how to do that. Her bangs were trimmed by me tonight and actually more straight now as I fixed it after the picture.

Elaina was begging for me to take her to get her hair cut at a salon RIGHT after Silas was born. I had to keep turning her down. But her Nonna saved the day and took her (and her cousin) out for a girl day. They got their hair cut and Chick-Fil-A for lunch!


This week Silas also had his first bath! He loved it. No tears, not even when he had to get out and get dressed. Though we can see Judah is a little upset in one photo because he was perched on the counter near his brother and was upset he had to get down for a picture! Awww!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Five Breastfeeding Journeys

After having five babies I have some experience under my belt in regard to breastfeeding. It has not been an easy road. Breastfeeding my babies (or trying to anyway) has been filled with many, many tears and much guilt. The guilt came when I chose formula and essentially gave up trying to breastfeed Elaina and then Abigail (my two oldest daughters, who are perfectly healthy 8 and 6 year-olds, respectfully). This is long but summarizes each breastfeeding relationship with my children.

When I had Elaina, my first baby, I had her the typical Westernized way. In a hospital, with a whole team of strangers staring at my goods as she was forced into the world since I couldn't feel to push with my epidural. The first hands and arms to hold her were not mine and they were not her daddy's arms either. There was meconium in the water when the OB broke my water just a few hours earlier so they got her out, immediately clamped and cut the cord and took her across the room to deep-suction her and do who-knows-what-else to her as I lay helplessly in the glaring light of the delivery room, legs spread wide and feeling vulnerable, emotional and exposed and fighting to see over everyone's heads to get a glimpse of my daughter. My husband had been shoved out of the way by nurses who bustled about and were emotionless about the most amazing thing that had just happened to my life. (There was no emergency, btw.)

When they finally brought Elaina to me I held her so gently. I remember she was not swaddled or dressed yet as I distinctly remember feeling the squishy, cold, still-soft umbilical cord against my own flesh. She calmed immediately against my chest and blew bubbles, her little eyes swollen and red-rimmed.

I timidly tried to breastfeed her. I had no idea what I was doing, it felt so foreign and I was so nervous. I forgot everything from my breastfeeding class, there was no lactation consultant available on the weekend and the nurses were not trained to help new mothers with breastfeeding (this is a very sad and common thing but I know many places are trying to change that!). I ended up with open, bleeding sores. I was in so much pain and all the nurses would do is shove my baby at my breast and hold her there as she screamed into my bosom, then shrug and say "Keep trying!" before walking out. Thinking my new baby was starving I asked for those little premade formula bottles. By the time Monday rolled around and the lactation consultant visited me I needed wound dressings on my n*pples.

Turns out it was a very, very poor latch. She was suckling on just the n*pple. I had no idea that was wrong. And in retrospect I wonder if she may have had a tongue-tie because even with bottles it took her an hour to drink them for many months.

I tried to breastfeed Elaina for two weeks before I got a cheap, manual breastpump that I couldn't really afford. I was so desperate to breastfeed her. I stopped trying to put her at the breast and I pumped for the next two weeks. By the time she was a month old she was exclusively formula fed (I got on WIC).

I won't lie and say it was a completely terrible and bad thing. I felt tremendous guilt BUT those first bottles were the calmest moments with her. We finally both stopped crying and I just gazed at her. She had been so miserable and just screamed and screamed at the breast. I'd give her a bottle and all would be calm and I could actually just take in my new baby and I could see she was fed and full. Despite that I still felt guilt. I had nothing against formula or bottles. I just really, really had a personal desire to breastfeed my baby and felt like a failure when I didn't find the support nor get the proper education.

When my second baby girl came around I felt a little more prepared and a lot more determined. I didn't nurse her right away and I held her very, very briefly right after she was born. She would not stop screaming and screaming. It sounded so different from a typical newborn cry and I kind of freaked out, not sure what was going on. On top of that I was so nauseous from the Pitocin, epidural, having had no food for hours, etc. that I passed my baby off to a nurse for fear of dropping her or vomiting on her. So after an initial "Hello" to my new baby a nurse whisked Abigail off to the sink to wash her up. Abigail spent some time on the warming bed after that as I still fought the terrible nausea.

After the nurse finally gave me an anti-nausea medication I was ready to hold my new baby. We were rolled out to another ward of the hospital for postpartum recovery, rather than staying in the same room the entire time, as I had done with Elaina. Alone in my recovery room Abigail latched on immediately, even on my one side that is flat, much to my surprise. I thought, "Hey, wow, I got this!" But then it started to hurt. It had been hammered into my brain, "If it hurts the baby has an improper latch". I cannot even begin to tell you how untrue that statement is for some mommas. Abigail was born at the same exact hospital and on the same exact day of the week as Elaina (Saturday) so there was no LC until Monday. I fretted and freaked that I was doing something wrong. There were no wounds or sores, just extreme tenderness.

Then, the day after she was born, I found out my Abigail's collarbone was broken (from birth). I held her like she was spun glass. My poor angel was hurting and I felt like I was holding her all wrong. There is nothing that they do for broken clavicles. You just let it heal, no bandages. It explains why she cried as she did after she was born. I still cannot think about her birth without feeling such sadness for her pain and extreme anger for the one responsible for unnecessarily harming her (she was not stuck - the OB was impatient and I know this from witness accounts and from the medical notes from Abbie's birth).

I bawled my eyes out that night, alone in that room, as Daniel had gone home to be with Elaina. I remember how I felt that night and I just hate that feeling. I don't like recalling that.

Someone finally brought me a n*ipple shield since I was so concerned and upset about the tenderness when Abigail latched on. That thing became my nemesis. While it did allow Abigail to nurse (for two months, yay!) I also knew it was meant to be a temporary device and so I ditched it and started getting formula. I held out for as long as I could with that shield, tried weaning Abigail off of it to no avail, before finally giving up. The guilt I felt this time was worse because my baby had had a birth injury and I wanted to give her as much breastmilk as I could, even if it hurt me or inconvenienced me.

I have to mention here that it never once occurred to me with these two first babies that I could PUMP and bottle-feed if I had wanted to! I thought it was breast OR formula. Oh how naive and uninformed I was!

There is much I regret about Abigail's birth and our breastfeeding start. I shouldn't have asked the OB to come in that wasn't on-call. Turns out the actual doc on-call, even though his bedside manner stinks, is very supportive and gentle during delivery. And of course I kicked myself over and over again that Abigail DID, in fact, have a good latch and could have been a perfect little breastfeeder if I had stuck with it rather than freaking out at the first twinge of tenderness that first day.

By the time I was pregnant with Zoe I was beyond determined to do everything absolutely and totally differently than with my two oldest. I was bulldogged and determined to skip the epidural, to not be treated like a piece of meat on a cold slab at MY baby's birth and to breastfeed as long as I wanted.

This time I set mini-goals (make it to two weeks postpartum, then four weeks, then six weeks, then three months, etc.). This time I read breastfeeding books. This time I had Internet and a whole wealth of information and knowledge right at my fingertips. This time I had ZERO bottles or cans of formula in my house to tempt me to give up and go the easier route.

I had my third baby girl in a different hospital, with a midwife who supported my choice of least intervention. Zoe was birthed by my own pushing rather than someone pulling her out, brought right up to my chest and stayed there for a good, long while. She let us know she was not the least bit happy about being disturbed from her little nest in my womb, showing off her spunk early on.

The hospital was hopping with pregnant women so we were very, very quickly whisked away to the postpartum ward so another laboring mother could have the delivery room. I set out to breastfeed my baby once settled into the new room.

The tenderness that I anticipated was there. Her latch could use serious improvement. And for the next 17-months of her life I gritted my teeth and bore through a terrible latch that I could never help her correct, tried as I might at every single solitary feeding. I was determined my baby would be exclusively breastfed. And she was, despite my discomfort. The tenderness that I endured was not the same as when my eldest gave me open, bleeding sores. Instead it almost felt like burning, like a permanent sunburn. No wounds or bleeding, just tenderness for months on end. (It wasn't thrush either. It was most definitely her latch!)

I was still breastfeeding Zoe when I got pregnant with Judah. Pregnancy can dry you up and change what little milk is left pretty quick. Being dry when someone is breastfeeding hurts in a different way. It's like nails on a chalkboard. So at 17-months-old we mutually weaned. And I had a little respite from breastfeeding before Judah was born.

Judah was my birth center baby. The days of having babies in hospitals is behind me (unless serious need should arise). My baby boy was birthed into his daddy's hands. He stayed on my chest, skin-to-skin for a good, long while. He was pretty calm but the midwife rubbed him up good to get him to cry. But he was so uninterested in breastfeeding. I figured he was exhausted from birth. He'd kind of just sit there at the breast and not do anything that first night.

Judah was what I would call a "lazy nurser". I don't mean that in a mean way. It's just the term used to describe a baby who just doesn't really want to work all that hard at breastfeeding. He'd latch on, pull off, fuss, latch back on, pull off, fuss more... over... and over... and over again. Then give up and decide he wasn't going to wake up and take the breast for anything. Eventually he grew out of that and only did it on some occasions. Drove me batty! When you are full of milk you need baby to get it out!!!

I also had the same tenderness as before in the first days of nursing, as expected. And the uterine cramps that accompanied nursing those first postpartum days were so severe that I'd have to unlatch him, set him down and curl up in a tearful ball before resuming.

His latch and nursing improved over time, unlike Miss Zoe. That was great but it did take much effort! I breastfed Judah for about 14 months before I, again, became pregnant and it got to the point where nothing was coming out so we weaned.

Almost 3 weeks ago my fifth baby was born at home, into my own hands, in the water. His labor was my hardest but his entry and thereafter the calmest. Silas was so calm and serene in the birth tub those first moments. He didn't cry. He just kept trying to blink open his vernix-covered eyes to look around and rested against me as I gently poured water over the towel that was now covering him to help keep him warm. After the placenta was birthed, the cord was cut long after it stopped pulsing and I was in bed with Silas, chest-to-chest. I brought him to the breast, wondering what to expect. Would I have to fumble around trying to get him to latch as I tried with Judah those first hours? Would his mouth be so tiny and his latch so painful?

I put Silas to the breast, he latched on like it was all he knew to do and never looked back. Easiest, breeziest start to breastfeeding. I won't sugarcoat it and say it didn't hurt. There was a lot of tenderness the first week and it slowly diminished. There is this myth that says "If it hurts you're doing it all wrong!" That's simply not always true. Tenderness can be expected, especially in fair-skinned women, the first days of breastfeeding. There are signs to look for when pain does mean poor latch.


I hope this post helps other mothers out there to know that each breastfeeding relationship is unique. That if you've had a hard time with one infant it doesn't mean you (or they) are broken or that subsequent babies will struggle the same way.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Where I annoy you all with photos galore...

Silas was born 17 days ago. Time is rushing by all too fast. I am trying to absorb it all, trying to memorize the fuzzy lanugo covering his cheeks and back, his funny little newborn toes that fan out, how his body is still curled up most of the time and how his short hair sticks straight up in places...

Silas' eyes look like they might turn blue (and either stay blue or turn green like mine?). Elaina had green-hazel eyes as a baby but they turned brown, Abigail's were dark from the start, Zoe has blue eyes and Judah's eyes were this camo-green-brown color and eventually turned brown. So it could be that my littlest girl and my littlest boy are the light-eyed babies?!

This looks like a Judah-face! He was scowling at the flash from my phone. You can see all the fuzzy, light lanugo all over his precious face.

Daddy has been soaking up Silas-love a ton. This is the most involved I've ever seen him with our newborns. Considering Silas may be the last one we have it's hard to not feel bittersweet about it and want to take it all in. If Daddy isn't busy cleaning or doing something else and I'm not breastfeeding Silas then Daddy is holding him. It's so precious!

One of our many middle-of-the-night photo sessions with my phone, LOL! He wakes around 2, 4-5 and 6-7.

Judah calls him "Buddy" and tries to rip him from my arms constantly. He's starting to get used to the fact Silas is here for good so he isn't so adamantly crazy about holding him and being in his face as much. Judah will play and stomp around the house, stop all of a sudden and run to Silas to give him kisses and then go back to stomping and playing. He does this over and over again throughout the day! It's like he has to touch base with his baby brother.

I waited for the umbilical cord stump to fall off before putting on cloth since cloth is so much bigger and tends to rub that stump and irritate it whereas I can fold the disposables down and out of the way. I think Silas looks pretty stoked to have on a bright green diaper! Big oops on my part; I don't have enough cloth for him. If he had been a girl I would have had a huge box of Zoe's old cloth diapers but alas he is not a girl AND Judah still wears his so I need to get Silas more for when the dirties are in the wash.

Some regression in the house! Judah has been pitching a fit about naps and bedtime. Just the other night he still was not asleep at 1AM! Finally all was silent around 1:30 so I went to peek in at him and Judah had fallen asleep STANDING in the crib, his head resting on the rail. No pic, though, because he woke up when he heard me peek in at him and I finally gave up and put him in our bed. We have a queen. We need a king. I don't care about bed-sharing but Daniel and I sleep terrible when we're hanging on to the edge of the bed.

I don't know now - I keep telling people he's blond but I think I do see some strawberry/red in there. What do you think?!

This is Silas today, after our 2-week checkup with the midwife. He's a whopping 10-lbs (at birth he was 8lb 4oz!) so I would say he's getting enough milk. He's an amazing nurser. I am still so blessed by that (and that is a whole other blog post to come!).

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Recovery after Birth

I was going to write this post about some things we did to make recovering from birth easier this time around. Things like: taking alfalfa in the third trimester, purposefully staying in bed for  the first 72-hours (bedrest) after the birth, taking a product called After Ease to help ease uterine cramps, etc. I was going to write this post since the first three days of postpartum recovery were the easiest I have had thus far when, for the majority of women, postpartum pains are worse the more children you have.

And then day four happened.

I had fallen asleep, sitting straight up, in the glider. When I woke up on that day four I wrenched my back so badly getting out of the glider that I bawled my eyes out for an hour before I realized I felt really hot. I took my temp and it was 101F. My heart began to beat wildly. "Oh no, I have a uterine infection or something!" I texted my midwives and crawled into bed with Silas, still in tears from the excruciating pain.

They asked me several questions, trying to narrow down what could be going on. As soon as they had time between appointments I got a call and was given instructions. Lots of temp-taking and Advil-popping was in order.

 Day Two: feeling great and just showered, ahhh!
My temp got up to 103F at one point. I was shivering so bad my insides hurrrrrt! And the coughing started... I didn't have a uterine infection. I had the start of an upper respiratory infection. After two days my temp went down and I had to get my body up! I was so weak. I had zero appetite so I hardly ate anything during those days. I couldn't sit because of all the pressure it put on my spine so I had to lay in bed. I was in bed, only able to lay on one of my sides, during that time so my body became sore in other ways. My hips and pelvis hurt so badly I could barely walk.

So today, day 8, is the first day I have been able to get up, feel good and walk without limping and actually BE part of the rest of the family. And I can sit. I don't know when in all that my back decided to stop spazzing but I will not question it. The fact is my back feels better.

The cough, however, is worse and I'm starting to get hoarse. We're using our oils like crazy. Breastfeeding my newest little man like crazy so he doesn't catch it.

 Today, with my Silas boy. Rest of the family was at church so we nursed and rested until it was time to be picked up for family Father's Day lunch. Everyone seems to have the same gunk and I asked if it was okay to come even though I had a cough but no one cared.

Daddy moved seats and installed the infant seat this morning, on Father's Day. He wanted to be sure we could all fit and get out of the house. That's how much he rocks as Daddy! This was Silas' first outing. He did FANTASTIC at his aunt and uncles' house!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Meeting Baby and One Week Old

It was very early morning when I went into labor and had baby Silas. Things seemed to happen quick and we played things by ear regarding childcare. Before I knew it Silas was in my arms and we realized - the kids are still here and they're still fast asleep, even through my moaning, groaning and yelling. I had Silas in our room so Zoe and Judah were right across our tiny hall and didn't stir.

It actually worked out perfectly because they awoke one-by-one, after I had my first potty break after the birth, when I was snuggled and clean in bed. Judah was the first riser and his face was so absolutely priceless. He just lit up like a Christmas tree. I caught it on Daniel's phone and am copying from Instagram (one of the midwives was doing Silas' measurements so she brought him over to meet Judah):

At some point in labor Daniel had texted his mom that I was in labor or my water broke or something. We got a text, while I was holding the baby, that said "How far apart are the contractions?" I laughed and told Daniel to call his mom!!! Imagine her surprise when he called and said, "The baby is here!" She couldn't believe it and wanted to know the gender. We told her she had to come see for herself! Nonna didn't waste any time and came over quick (it helps that Daniel's parents live five blocks away!) with Daniel's sister.

Elaina came down next and Daniel told her he had a surprise for her. She saw the bathroom (the hose we used for the birth tub, there was blood and all sorts of other birth stuff in there) so she turned, ran up the stairs and woke Abigail up. Daniel overheard her, "Abbie, Abbie, wake up! I think Mom had the baby, there's blood in the bathroom and Dad said there's a surprise! I bet Mom had the baby!" That girl is so smart to piece all the evidence together, ha ha!

Judah was "beeping" his nose here!

They came pounding down the stairs. The midwives being there made them both super bashful so they just stood there and smiled at me and the baby. Silas and I were still unclothed but wrapped up in blankets, for skin-to-skin, so I peeled back enough blanket and showed them his little toes and fingers. And of course we told them, "YOU HAVE A BROTHER!"

Zoe was the last one to rise and acted in typical 3-year-old behavior. She pouted and tried to act uninterested until everyone else had left the room. The other kids were getting ready to go with Nonna for a few hours and the midwives were busy cleaning up. Zoe climbed up next to me and finally put down her defenses. Over the next two days she'd be my bed-buddy, coming up to stare at her brother and kiss him. I told her they had the same hair color and were the same weight at birth. Her eyes lit up and she said, "We awe twins!"

Silas is exactly one week old now. Here are some pictures over the week (in no particular order since uploading to Blogger is super weird):

Puffy newborn eyes. We didn't do the eye drops. They just get swollen from pressure in the birth canal.

Right after birth, doing skin-to-skin. So soft and squishy and sticky with vernix. They never washed him and his skin absorbed the vernix really fast (I'm sure the blanket absorbed some of it, too) but he was COVERED. Wish I had gotten a picture of it all over his back and it was even in his ears and making it hard for him to open his eyes.

Trying to squint his eyes open. They look bluish, rather than murky brownish. Zoe is my only blue-eyed baby unless Silas' end up turning blue as well! 

 About to get dressed in his first outfit. Had to get a full-body photo!

Father and son!

The little details...

Zoe wanted to pose with Silas while I was breastfeeding him. Cuties!

The most recent picture from today! He loves his binky when he's not nursing or sleeping. Though he was sleeping here. Look at his little puppy feet!