Wednesday, June 29, 2011

First day, just me & 3 kids

Today was my first with 3 kids all by myself.
A day short of 2 weeks since delivery and the c-section pain has faded significantly. I'm all off the really good drugs & on to alternating Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen.

I'm still enjoying the middle of the night feedings, although I've been catching myself head back & nearly asleep. Scary. Whoever said "sleep when the baby sleeps" didn't have any other kids at home.

Carter watched 4 hours of NickJr this morning. I think it was the best day of his life. 
I got the (sleep-deprived) notion that today was the perfect day to potty train Lilah, once & for all. Two rounds of dirty panties that I could've used an epidural to endure cleaning up and I came to my senses. This probably isn't the best day. You think?

While I'm waiting for my sound judgement along with my mobility to bounce back, my appetite has returned. Dang it. 
Good thing for the fruit supply from Edible Arrangements we received.
I did the inevitable"this is what I've got left" review of my post-baby body. It feels dramatically different than how it looks, by the way. And since I'm medicated & slightly delusional writing this, I'm crazy enough to share. Holy junk in the trunk, Batman! 
And the front just looks well, like the 40 weeks pic, minus the baby, add a bra. Looks like as soon as I get the go-ahead I'll be Zumba-ing til I drop the 50+ pounds I gained.
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Thursday, June 23, 2011

clara 1 week

Clara's been with us a week already!
I can't imagine our family without her.

Thanks in large part to my mom's super Grammie powers, taking over all of my other-than-Clara duties, I am soaking up every bit of her newborn awesomeness.
My favorite has to be when the whole world is fast asleep and just she & I are cuddled together for a feeding with only the light through the crack in the bathroom door.

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My affection has competition

As much as I'm crazy for her, my affection has competition in the form of a 2 1/2 year old girl's heart.  
Lilah is bursting with Clara enthusiasm.
I knew it was deeply rooted when she walked into my hospital room & saw my friend holding the baby and her face dropped. She fixed her eyes intensely on Miss Heather as if saying, "that's my baby. lady!"
For the first time in her life, she has shown us she can indeed stay in one place for longer than 90 seconds. Wherever Clara is, there Lilah will be also. 
She washes her hands and announces she can hold her. 
She carries a diaper & wipes in case Clara may need it. 
She even drapes her beloved blanket over her sister without a second thought. 
And there's nothing better than how a 2 y/o with a "W" substitution for "L" says Clara Lily

Turns out there's a downside to having 2 1/2 year old mini-mama.
On Day 1 at home Lilah tripped and landed full-weight on Clara in the bouncy seat.
On Day 6 that scary dream you have when you're pregnant came true. Lilah was standing unsupervised in the dark room by Clara's bassinet HOLDING HER! 
Clara had been asleep in there. Lilah can barely reach inside, so the different ways she could have pulled her out keep haunting me. My mom (who found her) said she he was holding her just as well any grown up would, head resting on her shoulder, bottom supported. She was making her way out of the room, HOLDING HER!!! The what ifs are endless...
I think I may need one of those video monitors afterall.
I'm pretty sure Lilah believes June 16th was the best Christmas ever; she got a living doll.
Let's pray she's still living at week 2!
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dear new mommy

Dear new mother, 
Write this on your heart, on your mirror, or tuck it away for when you need it most: 
How you deliver your baby does not have any connection to your value as a mother. 
The same goes for how you manage your pain in the process and whether you offer breast or bottle at the 2am feeding.

Take it from the gal who pranced into L&D with her wide birthing hips ready to take on her first delivery, only to end up in an emergency c-section because the 7lb baby couldn't fit through. I didn't read the csection parts of What to Expect or any of the articles relating to recovering from cesareans in Fit Pregnancy. When you hear your baby may not make it out alive because his blood pressure has dropped so low & isn't returning to normal, in an instant you drink that disgusting cup of disgusting-ness & let them race you to the OR to slice him out. Choosing repeat cesareans because of the risks involved in VBAC and the knowledge that with every reason for vaginal birth to work the first time, it ended in an emergency c-section doesn't say a thing about my courage or femininity.

I completely skipped the bottle feeding part of TCLB and memorized the breast feeding routine. I had to humbly accept, I couldn't do that either. I'll skip why. One, because it's an exercise in mom-confidence not to validate the "formula-fed baby" note on my baby's crib card & partly because my transparency stops at describing personal anatomy on the www.

Turns out playgrounds are integrated so my formula-fed kids play right along with the breast-fed tike. Phew! 
It's the moms that segregate. Sometimes alienating each other or isolating ourselves.

Still, I'm surprised by the mourning that takes place walking in for a scheduled section with my eyelashes curled vs. standing in Target when my water breaks & calling my husband to say through bated breath, "It's time!" I stood in the shower last night for a good while crying and crying because I couldn't nurse my baby and have to feed her something that comes in a can. 

My head knows the truth.
My head nods when my husband points out that our kids are perfectly healthy.
They are rarely sick, with no food allergies or developmental delays.
I can even crack up through my sobs when he throws in the cosmetic bonus to being unable to nurse. Such a guy! Bless his heart, he's trying all he can to soothe me for the third time as I mourn the loss of birth and feeding as I grew up imagining it.

What really matters in the end
is not how they get here,
but that they're here.
And we're loving every moment of these past few days with our new Clara Lily
PS: While I did not love not knowing her sex while I was pregnant because so much of the excitement of pregnancy for me is setting up the nursery and filling the closet, I highly recommend waiting to find out until you're on the operating table, because so much about a c-section is predictable and planned. Since it's so uncommon now, everyone in the OR-drs, nurses,&  techs got in on the fun and started making predictions followed by big cheers when at last we saw, it was a she. Super fun!

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Saturday, June 18, 2011

clara lily

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Monday, June 13, 2011

Packing the hospital bag

Well here I am. 40 weeks pregnant! And feeling every bit of it.
Just 3 days left of my last pregnancy. I would like to spend them soaking in a cool bath in an over-sized jet tub, drinking Chick-fil-A tea, browsing Pinterest. At least then I wouldn't be tempted to vacuum moldings and sanitize surfaces which has me running for the Tylenol every 4 hours.
I even humbly begged my mom to consider coming a day earlier because somewhere over the past 2 weeks my Italian, strong will lost the battle to my aching, swollen body! I can't bare to watch my husband pick up the slack any longer. He's doing it all without complaint, which is quite likely why I feel such sympathy. I owe him. And I'll owe mom & dad, since they instantly changed plans & we'll see them tomorrow night! I'm not even up to making a special treat to thank them.

Very soon I'll head in for my 3rd c-section.

It's time to pack my bag. Since sitting around creating a cute checklist is less taxing than actually packing, that's as far as I've gotten so far.
Free download: Hospital Packing Checklist
Did I forget anything????
For real. (This is not just me fetching for comments, though those are day-makers!)
Anything you wish you'd had while you were there 
or something you couldn't have done it without?
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

the bowl was empty, the can was opened

just when you're hoping the silence equals "good" busy...

she was so proud to be a helper.

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