Sunday, August 30, 2009
She likes to pose. Here she is at exactly 2 years and 9 months old.
I get various smiles from her that are not her "natural" smile.
She likes pretty things. Apparently with the headbands around her legs she looks like Cinderella.
She likes her baby sister. Often she says, in a high voice, "Lil [L], are you otay?"
Some of her fun pronunciations:
sandwich is "HAM-a-wit"
beautiful is "beau-di-dull"
fabulous is "hab-ee-lit"
Afghanistan is "a-DAN-i-dan"
face is "hate" (she can't made the f or s sounds)
her friend Siena is "beehenna"
Cinderella is "hee-a-WELL-a"
phone is "hone"
take a shower is "tate a how"
Saturday, August 29, 2009
- I got up early (7:30) and went to the temple while my in-laws watched the kids. It was nice to serve in the temple; I hadn't been since May. As I walked toward the temple I said "good morning" to an older woman and we walked together. She kept the conversation going until we were inside, which was enough time to say that the parking lot was pretty full, that we both had our toenails painted, and that she plays the organ in the chapel.
- I bought fresh fudge on the way home.
- I finished and mailed a letter to a relative.
- At a yard sale I got nine books for two bucks.
- I picked up my camera; I had left it at my neighbor's yesterday.
- Shboogoo finally fell asleep. While she napped I nursed the baby for a few minutes, then changed my clothes to go out for a run. My step-mother-in-law held L for me while I went. It's not hard to put one of the kids in a stroller (I don't have a double stroller yet), but it is easier by myself. I love the things I get to see on the neighborhood trail. I captured some of them with my camera. There was even a real goat today by the creek.
- Soon after I got out of the shower Shboogoo woke up and came to me. She had slept for an hour and a half, her underwear was still dry, and she used the toilet. Usually her pull-up is wet in the morning, but she's great at using the bathroom during the day. Sometimes she even tells me she needs to go to the bathroom.
- While we waited for dinner, Shboogoo and her young aunt E played well in the backyard and I did a little bit of reading.
- My step-mother-in-law and E talked about words that rhyme, which made me remember a certain song in my Sesame Street Songbook. I got it out and played 5 or 10 of the songs, which was fun. A lot of them I don't know from when I watched the show as a kid; I learned them from the book when I was a teenager. A few, like What Do I Do When I'm Alone?, are really really beautiful.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I'd forgotten all about this darling bonnet that our first girl didn't get to wear much.
(Yep, this is the same day, after L required a change of clothes.)
Now, compare those to her at about a day old:
and one month old:
and her sister at about the same age (2 months):
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
I remembered how impossibly happy I was to see L for the first time. I thought that the experience couldn't be as powerful as [Shboogoo's] birth . . . but I think it was *exactly* the same: celestial.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Whenever a contraction came I wrote down the time with pen and paper -- low-tech compared to the spreadsheet D created in 2006, which I didn't open. (If I'd known about contractionmaster.com, I definitely would have used it.)
From 10:00 to 11:00 the surges were 7 minutes apart, and after 11:00 they were as close as 3 minutes apart. It varied: 3 minutes apart, then 5, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 3, 6, 5, 7, 5, 3, 4 . . . A little before 2 p.m. I called the midwife for the second time. I told her that since 1:00 my contractions had been 2 to 4 minutes apart and we were ready to drive down to the hospital. We took Shboogoo with us. D didn't drive any faster than usual. The contractions were not too intense and I was excited.
I had D read me a nice one-page birth affirmation from my childbirth class. The author talks about strength, joy, and love for the child who would soon be born. "I accept all that comes to pass with the birth of my child. . . . My body knows what to do, I must let it be. . . . As the waves come, I will triumph with them, one by one, all the while surrendering to them . . ."
My mom and S joined us there, too. At 3:20 they stepped out of the room and the nurse checked my cervix. I was 2 cm dilated and 85% effaced. I had hoped I would be further along than that. The baby was low, though. Through the whole labor I felt a lot of pressure. Because I was only 2 cm, the midwife didn't officially admit me. I stayed active in the triage room with the external fetal monitor on. By 4:30 I had progressed to 90% effaced.
Then D and I walked the halls for about half an hour and saw parts of the hospital we had not seen before. I loved it. It was so nice to have him with me, holding my hand as I walked, letting me hang onto him for contractions. Some strangers asked him, "Is she okay?" and we just smiled and said yes. As we had discussed, once it had been more than a full hour (5:50 p.m.) the nurse checked me again and I was 3 cm. They admitted me and by 6:35 I was on a different floor of the hospital in a labor and delivery room.
Because I was trying for a VBAC I needed a heploc in my hand in case we would later need to quickly start an IV. But that was fine. I'm very glad that the nurses and midwives did read and respect my birth plan. They didn't use internal fetal monitoring, which I had with my first labor.
We used iTunes to play music until our laptop battery died (we had forgotten to pack the cord). I didn't like the genre D chose first. I needed something calmer, so he changed it to our piano genre. The only song I definitely remember hearing was A Small Miracle. I said to S, "I wrote this." As I listened to it my eyes moistened; emotions came, and so did strength to keep working for this particular desired miracle.
Around 8:00 S helped me use a variety of positions, changing every 15 minutes, to encourage the baby to descend and to rotate from being posterior. The photo below shows me in the knee-chest position, with S applying counter pressure. (The other positions were the all-fours tuck-in, passive pelvic rock, and lying on my left side with my left leg straight and my right leg bent up close to my chest.)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
During the weeks since sweet L was born, I have thought about things that I had taken for granted -- things that I was appreciating being able to do now that I wasn't able to do them. If you can do these, be grateful.
- lifting things heavier than a newborn, like an older child who wants you
- getting up easily from a lying-down position
- sneezing without pain in your abdomen
- living with your spouse
- talking to your spouse whenever you want to
Now I can do all of those (except the last two), because it's been six weeks since my c-section. I actually only took the percocet for a few days, because I wanted to be able to drive. (My recovery was good, but I think any woman who wants an elective cesarean is crazy. It's faster than a vaginal birth, but that doesn't mean it's easier or better. . .) Well, besides feeling good myself, I'm thankful that the baby is so good and already sleeps seven to eight hours each night! And now it's time for me to get some sleep, too.