Friday, February 29, 2008

Our children

Nate's circumcision went well. The poor little guy whimpered off and on for half of the day, but he is sleeping soundly now and seems to be feeling quite a bit better. He has regained all the weight he lost in the hospital and is back at his 6lb. 5oz. birth weight. Everything checks out beautifully with him, and the doctor is going to call us back with an appointment for the renal ultrasound. He's still just the best baby, and I just can't seem to kiss his soft skin enough. I am loving these days.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Already too fast

Nathan turned over from his stomach to his back today. I kid you not! He was having a nice nappy poo on his stomach and decided that he was going to curl those feet up under him and push off...the little stinker. Let's just hope that it was a total fluke, but in the meantime, I am making a point to never leave him unattended on a bed, changing table, washing machine, kitchen counter, toilet know, all the usual places you would just place and baby and walk off to let them fend for themselves.
Little dude woke up looking like he had been sneaking some Cheetos through the night, so we decided to give him a little bit of sun therapy during one of his naps to help break up some of those excess red blood cells. He has the cutest little bird legs I have ever seen, and while he is teeny tiny, he still looks pretty full through his stomach and back and not scrawny at all. The girls have had a rough couple of days into this transition period, but we were ready and waiting for this with our heavy armor on. They are trying to pull out all their major artillery, but we've been through this battle before and know their weaknesses. So far, we are weary, but we are winning.
They LOVE their little brother long as we are not the ones holding him. They still ask to hold him all the time and then proceed to kiss and poke and try what they can before he starts wailing for someone who is older than 4 to rescue him.
Abby: Mom, what if Nathan is thirsty?
Me: I nurse him.
Abby: Well, what if he is hungry?
Me: I nurse him then too.
Abby: Well then, which one is the drinking boobie and which one is the eating boobie?
My little man is having his boy part surgery tomorrow morning, so keep him in your thoughts. It makes my stomach hurt just thinking about it. I hate it when he cries, and I just want to rescue him from the pain he will have tomorrow. Poor little dude.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Nathan's birth story

Early Sunday morning, I woke up with contractions and just didn't feel good at all. I dealt with pretty strong and regular contractions for almost a full week prior to this, but this was the first time that I actually thought that "this" could be it. The contractions were strong and a little painful, but I knew that they weren't at the point of seriousness quite yet, so we decided to go on about our day and head to church. When I was able to sit down for the first time and time them on the way to church, I realized that they were indeed coming every 5 minutes.
I didn't hear hardly a word that Brother David preached Sunday morning. HA! The contractions never wavered and remained strong and consistent through the service and through lunch. Needless to say, I didn't feel good at all and just wanted to get home so I could lay down. On the way to the hospital, I realized that the contractions were becoming more painful and were now coming every 3 minutes. I decided that it would probably be better to just make a detour to the hospital before we headed home to make sure everything was okay. When we got to the hospital, I was 2cm and 40% effaced. I informed the doctor on call that I believed that I was indeed in labor and that I tended to progress pretty slowly until I got over 4cm and then usually go extremely fast. They told me to walk around the hospital for an hour to see if I was progressing at all, and Jay decided to take the girls home at this time and see what would happen at the next check.
An hour later, I had indeed progressed to 3cm and 50% effaced, so I was labeled a "keeper" and finally realized that we were going to be having our son soon. I went back and forth from being completely elated with this news to pretty freaked out...this was actually happening. We would soon meet our precious little boy. I have to admit that I was pretty nervous during my labor with him. The "unknown" that has plagued this pregnancy was about to be "known", and I was nervous about seeing him for the first time. I was scared. When I reached 4cm, I requested the wonderful epidural and the doctor came in and broke my water. Shortly after this, Wandy arrived to watch the girls and Jay was able to come over to the hospital to be with me. It was so good to see him come through that door. Over the next hour or two, I was given a couple of bags of antibiotic for being GBS+ and was baby sat by the anesthesiologist tech a little for blood pressure issues that seem to bother me whenever I get an epidural.
At about 10:30, I started feeling a bit more pressure so the nurse checked to see that I had finally pushed past the 4cm mark that I always seem to get stuck at for a few hours and reached 6cm and 90% effacement. About 10 or 15 minutes later, I told Jay that I needed to push but wanted to breathe through a couple of contractions to make sure that I truly needed to push since I was just checked and was only 6cm. Surely enough, it was torture to keep from pushing during those two contractions, so I knew it was time. I couldn't believe how fast I had progressed during that last hour...neither could the nurse and the doctor.
The doctor came in and the nurse sped through prepping the room for delivery. After 3 very easy pushes (at 11:13pm), I held a screaming itty-bitty baby boy. Our baby boy. Our Nathan. He was covered in vernix and had such a wet cry, and I was in love. I held him in trepidation and tried hard to see if there was anything out of the ordinary that I saw. I was instantly smitten with him, and looking deep into his bawling eyes, I realized that he was probably okay. I didn't cry at all then, but my eyes fill with tears when I think of that moment now. I thanked God over and over for him...for our son...for answering our prayers...for Nathan. He was okay. I hated having to give him to the pediatrician to be accessed. I wanted to hold him in my arms forever. He was perfect. His apgar scores were 9 and 9. His muscle tone was great, he was pink, his lungs sounded good, his heart was healthy. He was fine. And we were relieved. He was 6 pounds, 5 ounces and 18-1/2 inches long. A few minutes later, Nathan couldn't seem to settle down and catch his breath. His nostrils were flaring and he kept grunting between breaths, and I knew that those weren't good signs. After about 30 minutes of trying to settle him down enough to catch his breath, he finally calmed down and started breathing normally. Again, we were relieved and thankful. He was about 5 minutes shy of having to be sent to the nursery for breathing problems, and I just wanted so bad to hold him in my arms again.
We had a wonderful night. Nathan nursed well right from the start and enjoyed having his hair washed during his first bath. Between me and him being checked every little bit for post-partum schtuff, we were able to sleep for about an hour that night...with him in my arms the entire time. I couldn't quite believe it. He was here. We had our son. We couldn't wait for the girls to meet him the next morning.
Nathan is darling. I am totally head-over-heels in love with him and am trying to soak up as much of his newborness as I can. The poor child loves to be held and hates to be put down. He has had no problems nursing at all, and he is sleeping so well at night. The girls love holding him and talking to him. I am doing well...his labor and delivery was so incredibly easy and fast that it was pretty easy on my body as well. I am almost as good as new...let's just hope my stomach muscles get that memo soon. Abby and Emma are still not convinced that there isn't another baby in my belly. I keep getting the question "But why is it still SO BIG then?" Nathan is due to be circumcised on Friday morning, poor child, and we will get an outpatient appointment at a hospital here in town for tests on his kidneys next week.

The past few months have been such an emotional rollercoaster for us, and we are so thankful that Nathan is healthy and does not seem to have a chromosomal abnormality. Even though the last few months have been difficult, we are thankful that we have been through this trial. We grew as a family, as a couple, and in our relationship with our Lord during this time, and even though we would never want to live through that trial again, we are thankful for that time in our lives. The Lord is truly merciful.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008


He's absolutely precious, if I say so myself. His features are beautiful for a newborn, and I can't stare at him long enough. Sometimes I am afraid that if I look away for a second, he is going to grow up into a 2 or 4 year old and I'll miss these first few days. His skin is so soft and I can't seem to stop running my lips and nose over his head and cheeks. I try my hardest to memorize this newborn scent because it doesn't last for long.

He still curls up like he is in the womb...he makes this teeny tiny ball, but I am still amazed that he fit inside of me just a day and a half ago. He has strawberry-blonde hair and the cutest little ears and nose I've ever seen. He sucks on his bottom lip and looks like an old man, and I could just eat him up when he does this. The older he gets (like he is soooo old all of a sudden), the more we realize how much he looks like Abby did as a newborn. His features are almost identical to her's, even down to the way he curls up and the expressions he makes. A few times today, I have felt like we just visited our lives 4 years ago in that hospital in Athens, GA when we first met Abby. It's amazing to see the resemblance in those two.
The girls love him to death and are constantly wanting to hold him, kiss him, love on him...poke him in the eyes, pinch his nose, push on the soft spot in his head. You know, all the usual big sister stuff. Abby has all of a sudden grown so much older in the past couple of days, and she is thoroughly enjoying her role as the oldest. I am amazed at how much she is wanting to do to help out. Emma is doing a lot better than I thought she would.
I love seeing Jay hold him because Nate is so teeny tiny in his father's arms. My two men...loves of my life.
I want to write so much more, but my window between nursing sessions has quickly come to a close. We are overflowing with joy and happiness, and I can't seem to put into words what is in my heart right now. God is truly great. More will follow in the coming days...

Monday, February 25, 2008

Baby Nathan is Here!

This is just a short FYI post to announce that the baby is now here. Nathan Andrew was born at 11:13 on Sunday night (2/24/08). He was 6 lb 5 oz and 18.5 inches long. The doctors examined him and found that his lungs are fine, color is fine, and there is no sign of Downs Syndrome. We are relieved and thankful to Almighty God for this deliverance. It has been a long pregnancy and one filled with many tears and prayers. But now it is over and God's grace has prevailed. Praise His name for His ways are wonderful and blessed.

We thank everyone for your prayers on our behalf. We believe that prayer changes things and we are truly thankful for everyone that remembered us in prayer. We thank God for your faithfulness.

This post is being written in the hospital using dial-up service. Needless to say, we will not attempt to post pictures until we get to a faster connection. More will be posted soon.

Jay - for Amber

Friday, February 22, 2008

Now that explains a lot

One of the reasons my kids are nuts...who needs brain cells after all?

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Why, hello. Glad you made it over.

The pregnancy insomnia has hit me again. It seems that 4:00am is about the latest that my bladder (which holds a full 5ml of fluid these days) will let me go before it starts pestering my brain with "wake her up and tell her to let my pee-pee go!". (Get the Moses reference there? Yeah, that's about as much humor as I can muster this early...although it did sound funnier in my head as I was trying so desperately to go back to sleep 20 minutes ago.)

So, I sit here by the light of the full moon that is doing absolutely NOTHING to throw me into labor to welcome you to the new blog address. Welcome. Thanks for stopping by. Now please enjoy some of the chocolate and avocado that I have stocked up on over the past couple of weeks. Really, please do come and eat the rest of whatever I have been shoving into my mouth lately that has "fat" listed as a first ingredient. I just can't seem to get enough of the lardy goodness these days.

And I leave you with one of the funniest pictures I have seen in a long time...don't you wish we were all that carefree?

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