Several people have asked me how much different life is with two kiddos as compared to life with only one. This short photo sequence answers the question pretty well.
Monday, September 19, 2011
It's hard to believe that we have had you in our arms for an entire month. Laying on my chest for naptime, in your pack-n-play downstairs, in your very pink car seat, and in our hearts.
You and I have pretty much mastered the breastfeeding thing. The only element that we could work on (and I say "we" but really mean "you") is sleeping more at night and possibly a little less during the day. During the day, I'd love to hold you and be able to look into your sweet eyes a little bit more. Or maybe you could watch your big brother (who LOVES you, by the way) or big sister, Echo, as they run through the house. And at night, you are very good at reminding me every three hours - pretty much on the dot - that you are hungry. And you want to be fed. Pronto.
Weighing in at 10 lbs and 3 oz's at a check up last week, I am glad that you are a growing girl. And, you are only one month old, so maybe I shouldn't expect too much in the way of sleeping right now, anyway.
When I was pregnant, I told your Dad that you were very active. I'm not saying he didn't believe me then, but I am sure he believes me now. Those little legs of yours are constantly kicking, your arms moving around and you are determined to strengthen your neck so that you can hold your head up on your own. Getting you into your swaddling blanket every night is no easy task. Those arms move quick!
I love, love, love your dark hair. And that you have so much of it. It's absolutely beautiful.
There will be a day that I won't smell like sour milk, won't change what feels like 100 diapers a day, and will feel very rested. But I'm in no rush to get to that part of my life again. I love being at home with you and I love our time together.
Thank you for your sweet toothless smiles in your sleep, your high level of energy (when awake), and for just being you. For one little girl, you have brought an immense amount of joy and fun into our lives.
I love you, B.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Connor arrived in early June and his due date was late May. Blake wanted to show him up, I guess, so she decided to arrive in mid-August instead of early September. If this is a sign of things to come, I am concerned about what the kids (it's still weird using the plural form of that word) have in store for Mom and Dad down the line. If they are already on their own schedule and not listening to how Mom and Dad have it planned out, we are surely in trouble...
Because, if you haven't noticed, I am a planner. A scheduled c-section for Blake's birthday meant that (1) I didn't have to go through painful contractions or the scare we had when Connor was born, (2) it would be a controlled, and timely process, and (3) I could be organized and have everything ready in plenty of time for her debut.
Nope, it didn't work out that way. Of course not. And I should've expected as much. I actually should've expected something was going to happen when our AC unit stopped working Thursday afternoon. And my parents were on an Alaskan cruise; Dennis' parents were at the beach.
I didn't seem to suffer as much as Dennis did in the heat, so I slept upstairs in our bedroom Thursday night while Dennis got comfortable on the couch downstairs. I didn't sleep well, but attributed that to the lack of AC and me being a pregnant woman that was super ready to pop.
Dennis came upstairs to shower to see me holding my abdomen.
"Are you OK? Are you going into labor?"
"No, I'm fine. I think I just have bad cramps."
"Yes, I'm sure. I am getting these cramps every 4-5 minutes, though. And my water might've broke(n). I am leaky."
"These could really be contractions, Krista. I should take Connor to school right now and we'll get you to the doctor."
"I'll call the nurse but I'm sure that these aren't contractions. Blake's due date isn't for 3 more weeks. I don't deliver kids early."
Dennis took Connor to school and called me as soon as he dropped him off. I had to get off of the phone quickly because the pain of my 'cramps' was causing me to throw up. I was starting to believe that these might be contractions that I was feeling.
Dennis came home, I threw some things in a bag (of course, we hadn't packed yet because we had 2 more weeks until the scheduled c-section), grabbed a container for me to use as a "puke bucket" and we were off. Well, we tried to be "off" but rush hour on Friday morning had other ideas. As you can imagine, I had a few choice words for those cars in our way.
I called the doctor to see if I still needed to come in to see them or if I could straight to the hospital. The nurse encouraged me to come in to be checked out and then they could send me to the hospital if necessary. I asked the nurse if she had pain medication or if I'd have to wait until I got to the hospital to get it. She said that they can only give me pain medication at the hospital, so my decision was made. We were going straight to Northside Hospital.
I filled out a few forms at the front desk as Dennis parked the car. The nice lady behind the desk got me in to a room immediately. My tears and frequent use of the puke bucket might've helped my cause, too.