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March, 2010 Monthly archive

baby bjorn snuggles
hubby rockin’ the baby bjorn.

peanut shell approval
eli approving of the peanut shell carrier. zonked.

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elisha had his first bath today. he liked the warm water and the bath tub and the washing and the rinsing, but the drying off … well … not so much.

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

eli's first bath

after his bath, he got fed. that made everything better, as always. life is so much better now that my milk has come in, but sometimes i do still feel like a food machine. i feel like i live in 2.5-3 hour blocks of time … and yet, all the time that is slipping by so fast is still enjoyable and lovely. even the fussy parts.

full belly

full belly

full belly

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One Week!

One Week!

One Week!

One Week!

One Week!

well, elisha has survived his first week out of the womb and justin and i have survived our first seven days as parents. how has it been? wonderful and hard, emotional and adorable, fantastic and scary.

i know all the help we’ve had has kept us sane, not to mention well-fed. i know that i’ve never appreciated sleep like i appreciate it now. i know that every day is filled with something new now that we have a fresh life in our home.

eli is an awesome baby. he’s not only too cute for words, but he’s also pretty well-behaved for a bun fresh out of the oven. he’s a good eater, and, well, now even a very good pooper. it’s a strange thing to find yourself excited by the number of dirty diapers to be thrown in the wash. still, after a bit of a rough start with breastfeeding (most of it me worrying about everything as is my bad habit and probably the symptom of every good mother), it’s been his now-frequent wet or poo’d in diapers that have let us know that things are finally looking on track.

i just have late bloomers for boobs.

who knew?

let me just say how amazing our eli is. he’s amazing. i love all my boys.

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must haz sleeps

must haz sleeps

must haz sleeps

sometimes, you just have to sleep where ever and when ever you can with a newborn.

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squishy noob face

squishy noob face

full baby is full.

i'm not jealous

i'm not jealous

confused yusuke is slightly confused.

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Let's go home already!

Elisha Paul was born on Saturday, March 20th 2010 at 12:11pm. He weighed 8 lbs, 5oz and was 21 inches long. He was an epidural-free vaginal birth after less than 12 hours of labor and only 45 minutes of pushing.

The story starts Thursday. I began having stronger-than-usual contractions around 10pm, and so hubby and I decided to time them. They didn’t necessarily intensify but they became very regular. So, we eventually sucked it up and went to the hospital at 1:30am Friday morning after a shower and a bit of procrastinating just in case everything faded. The hospital monitored me and I didn’t progress after three hours of waiting and walking around, so they sent us home only slightly disappointed. Sometime in the night, everything faded.

Friday I stayed home from work in anticipation of something happening, but went all day walking and eating spicy food to what I thought were only a handful of contractions. I did however begin to notice the loss of my mucous plug throughout the day. (Oh yeah, birth TMI just for you.)

Sometime early Saturday, all of that changed. Around 2 in the morning, I woke up to contractions I couldn’t sleep through. Once it was too uncomfortable to lay in bed, I got hubby up and hovered a while in the shower. We waited and labored at home until I couldn’t handle the discomfort anymore. This time, we got to the hospital and stayed. The nurse admitted me and the road to getting Elisha out into the world began. Early labor was pretty tolerable for me. I did a lot of standing and walking once the nurse let me off the monitor.

As transition hit, I spent some time in the lovely jacuzzi labor tub. After my two hours was up there, it was very hard to dry off. I did some more standing and laboring on the birth ball, but at around 7cm, I was getting tired. A half dose of Stadol by IV let me doze a little between contractions and ease me further along. I finally had to ask for the other half of the Stadol for the last centimeter or so, but I’ll admit I never once thought of that epidural. Once I could concentrate on the waves of pressure and pain as they came, I realized I only had to make it to the top of the wave every time. That highest point was all there was, and then I could crawl down again into a breath or two of quiet.

Granted, near the end, those waves were like mountains, crushing the timing of my breathing, and eventually some came without a single pause behind the other, but for some reason, I could wrap my mind around their terribleness and think of just what was to come.

I labored until about 11 in the morning. Sunlight had begun to flood our hospital room and when the nurse checked to find me finally at 10cm, she accidentally broke my water as she did so. It was finally time to push. This was the hardest for me; it felt as though my body had no idea what to do. It seemed to take forever to get the hang of how to position myself and how to bear down at each contraction. What felt like forever, though, was only 45 minutes.

In less than half an hour of groaning, Elisha was crowning and the doctor was there and Justin was continuing to be the awesome support he’d been my entire labor. Everything moved so fast and then something—no someone—was crying. It was our baby.

I knew it was a boy.

Baby Eli, just born.

Baby Eli love his hands.

Then Justin was crying and I was crying and a very squirmy, fresh baby was in my arms all snuffling and shoving his little fists in his face like he’d been doing in the womb. Out were the tiny feet that had been in my ribs for so long, dancing their way into the world. Out was the face that was love at first sight. And over was all the struggle of birth.

I'm a big boy.

Cuddles.

My body fared rather well. No severe tearing, but certainly a few first time souvenir stitches to the tune of about a second degree. I managed to survive the nine months of pregnancy without hemorrhoids, but apparently pushing did me in a bit. Hopefully, they won’t hang around. Even recovery has been great, but I have to be careful not to do too much … especially now that we’re out of the hospital (oh, that place where no one sleeps!).

Everything is good. Not everything has been easy, but Eli and I are both newbs to breastfeeding, after all. Everything is beautiful now that we’re a family.

Fresh and fluffy.

I’d like to add that the staff of Virginia Baptist Hospital was amazing. Never once did I feel out of control of my birth, and never once did I feel like they didn’t have my and the babe’s best interests in mind. I’d also like to add that I have the best husband in the world. Hand’s down.

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03-17 a little green

03-17 a little green

here’s my little bit o’green for st patrick’s day—a cloth diaper shirt for the wombling. it’s from for crying out loud on hyenacart. while i don’t know if i’ll ever be brave enough to try pins on my prefolds and flats, i do have a couple of fitteds that came with pins (they can also be snappi’d).

anyway, being good to our environment is only one of the reasons hubby and i decided to cloth diaper. besides the fact that no one knows how long it’ll take for a disposable diaper to biodegrade in a landfill, it’s full of chemicals to congeal urine that aren’t necessarily good for our bodies or the ground water they eventually seep into. cloth diapering can also end up cheaper in the long run, in so far as one doesn’t get addicted to all of the cute “fluff” out there. and, let me tell you, there are tons and tons of adorable cloth diapers.

yes, i have to do more laundry, but if i’m going to be washing baby clothes on a regular basis, what’s a load of diapers thrown into the mix? water and energy are a lot more renewable than landfill space.

so, there’s the basics of why we’re goin’ “old school.” some people may call it gross or backwards, but i think it’ll be simple and enjoyable (if one can call poop in any way, shape, or form fun).

03-17 look what i did

that said, today i’m 39 weeks, 3 days pregnant. i have about 5 days until my estimated due date. this morning, i shaved my legs and cut my toenails. all by myself. no, really. sure, it took a bit of grunting and positioning to get every nail cut, and, well … not every toenail is perfect … but i did it.

as of this morning, i’m somewhere between 2-3cm dilated, 80% effaced, and the baby’s finally engaged as it should be in my pelvis. i didn’t bother to ask what “station” it’s in, but apparently, it’s settled into a place that’s ready for labor. whenever that happens …

i’m hoping it’s soon.

we’re ready to meet the newb.

also, i’m tired of people asking “how are you feeling?” and “when are you due again?” people don’t seem to realize that asking a woman in the last week of her pregnancy how she’s feeling is a terribly loaded question that while it may make for innocent, curious conversation could potentially unload a whole host of choice words from the aching, tired, child-bearing object of conversation. seriously. i’ve been patient so far, but if i make it to church again on sunday without giving birth, i think i might just freak out a little.

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