Am I a cutie pie or what?! Mommy and Daddy still do no know what is up with the strawberry blonde hair... but they sure think it's cute when it gets all fuzzy!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2 Weeks
I do not have a good picture, so this will have to do! 2 weeks old on 12/16. First actual doctor's appointment went well, you are now weighing in at 6lbs 2 oz! Yea for regaining your birth weight and then some! You are also 20 1/4 inches long, a gain of just over 3 inches! Way to go! Healthy baby boy. You still eat every three hours, and love to be held. You are sleeping well, eating great, and still make mommy and daddy laugh with the contemplative, serious expression you have most of the time. Big news for the week- you passed your second car seat study, and have now graduated to the 'big boy' carseat! Woo-hoo! Daddy feels much safer driving you places now.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
One Week Old
He is still so tiny... 5lbs, 7 oz! Down from 5lbs 12.5 oz at birth. But still perfectly precious! This is a little late, as he was one week old on 12/9!
Cletus- The first week with you home was amazing. The first night was hard with everyone adjusting to the new addition. But, you You are already growing, and at the end of the week, you were eating 2 oz every feeding. You had some difficulty getting used to sleeping in the pack-n-play, but we made some adjustments and now you are doing just fine. You are wearing preemie sized clothes. When awake, you are the most attentive baby, staring intently at what interests you. You are perfect and Mommy and Daddy are totally in love with you!
Cletus- The first week with you home was amazing. The first night was hard with everyone adjusting to the new addition. But, you You are already growing, and at the end of the week, you were eating 2 oz every feeding. You had some difficulty getting used to sleeping in the pack-n-play, but we made some adjustments and now you are doing just fine. You are wearing preemie sized clothes. When awake, you are the most attentive baby, staring intently at what interests you. You are perfect and Mommy and Daddy are totally in love with you!
Pregnancy in Review
I was not very consistent in posting during my pregnancy. So, just for the sake of having it written down, here it is in review!
1st Trimester- Pretty uneventful. Main symptoms were fatigue (lots!), heartburn, and morning (all-day) sickness. I craved mangoes, bananas, and french fries. No maternity clothes yet! Total weight gain- 5lbs.
2nd Trimester- Again, pretty uneventful. Fatigue lessened at about 12 weeks. Morning sickness disappeared at 16 weeks. Hello insomnia:-) I craved bananas, orange juice, and french fries. I first needed maternity pants at around 18 weeks. Total weight gain so far- 15 lbs. My body pillow became my best friend. Big event this trimester- I first felt baby move on 8/12/10. We found out we were expecting a boy on 8/17/10!
3rd Trimester- Uneventful up until week 35:-) Fatigue started to set in again, most annoying symptom is lots of ligament pain! Still craving orange juice and bananas. Baby is a night owl like his daddy, and is most active after dinner, before bedtime. Total weight gain for entire pregnancy- about 25 lbs.
And, here is the only pic of me pregnant past 20 weeks:-)
1st Trimester- Pretty uneventful. Main symptoms were fatigue (lots!), heartburn, and morning (all-day) sickness. I craved mangoes, bananas, and french fries. No maternity clothes yet! Total weight gain- 5lbs.
2nd Trimester- Again, pretty uneventful. Fatigue lessened at about 12 weeks. Morning sickness disappeared at 16 weeks. Hello insomnia:-) I craved bananas, orange juice, and french fries. I first needed maternity pants at around 18 weeks. Total weight gain so far- 15 lbs. My body pillow became my best friend. Big event this trimester- I first felt baby move on 8/12/10. We found out we were expecting a boy on 8/17/10!
3rd Trimester- Uneventful up until week 35:-) Fatigue started to set in again, most annoying symptom is lots of ligament pain! Still craving orange juice and bananas. Baby is a night owl like his daddy, and is most active after dinner, before bedtime. Total weight gain for entire pregnancy- about 25 lbs.
And, here is the only pic of me pregnant past 20 weeks:-)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
It Started With A Routine Sonogram...
And ended with a baby!
Introducing our little Cletus*
*- still a nickname...
4 weeks early, 5lbs. 12.5oz, 17 inches long...
His birth was quite the ride, the story shall come soon!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Chubby Cheeks
I can't wait to kiss them. And regardless of what Sugarbear says, I think I see a full head of hair...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Normal Is As Normal Does...
Last weekend I drug my ever-supportive husband to a prepared child-birth class at our hospital. It was a good experience, with some helpful techniques for labor, a bunch of information I already knew about the process, and some good advice about the hospital. Plus, we got a tour of the labor and delivery, as well as the postpartum floor. Sugarbear was a trooper, particularly during the mock labor portion, valiantly coaching me through breathing exercises, giving us something to laugh over later.
It wasn’t until the second day of class that I had this thought of how incredibly weird this whole thing still is for me. One of the reasons I like our hospital is that everything is right there. My OB’s office is in the hospital, as well as any specialist we may require. So, when we were looking for infertility treatment, we decided to go with the ARTS department at the same hospital. There is a rather large ARTS department, taking up almost a whole building on one side of the hospital. (The complete opposite side of the hospital than the several OB practices, I might add… a nice touch.)
I could go on explaining the set-up of the offices, the atmosphere in the ARTS department, but I won’t, as you probably wouldn’t get the nuance unless you’ve been there, done that. For instance, it always struck me as interesting that the ARTS department was also housed alongside the rehab department, as in rehab for spinal cord and brain injuries. I can’t explain why that was interesting, but it seemed to fit.
Anyways, the point of this story is that last weekend we found ourselves on the same side of the building, going through the same doors, for our birthing class as we did for our fertility treatments. It struck me as weird. Or maybe I was just reminded of how life changes in directions we don’t expect. This time last year, I was going to that building on almost a daily basis to get poked and prodded in preparation for what would be a second, obviously unsuccessful attempt at a stimulation cycle. The last time we had been on that side of the building together, we were there for what would be a smashing failure of an IUI. I remember that day because we had gotten very disappointing news from the lab, almost making it futile to go upstairs for the IUI. I remember being so crushed, struggling to be hopeful, hiding tears from my husband in the elevator because I didn’t want him to feel at fault when this one failed too. He held my hand and apologized the whole way up the elevator for something he had no control over. My turn to apologize would come a week later with more of my lab results, so it definitely was a joint effort!
Fast forward to last week… we are going through the same doors, walking by the same offices, I have to use the same bathroom. But, this time, we are going to a classroom to practice labor relaxation techniques with 10 other first-time parents. Weird. I have a very good sized little boy growing inside of me… I feel his rolls and nudges every day. It is undeniable looking at me that I am with child. Yet, I remain part of that other club… I still have a feeling that I don’t belong in this room, that it’s just by some weird fluke that I’m there, that I’m still on the fringe… but, I have to remind myself… to these other people, you are just as normal as they are. To the teachers, you are just another pregnant lady. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes it’s good to be normal...
It wasn’t until the second day of class that I had this thought of how incredibly weird this whole thing still is for me. One of the reasons I like our hospital is that everything is right there. My OB’s office is in the hospital, as well as any specialist we may require. So, when we were looking for infertility treatment, we decided to go with the ARTS department at the same hospital. There is a rather large ARTS department, taking up almost a whole building on one side of the hospital. (The complete opposite side of the hospital than the several OB practices, I might add… a nice touch.)
I could go on explaining the set-up of the offices, the atmosphere in the ARTS department, but I won’t, as you probably wouldn’t get the nuance unless you’ve been there, done that. For instance, it always struck me as interesting that the ARTS department was also housed alongside the rehab department, as in rehab for spinal cord and brain injuries. I can’t explain why that was interesting, but it seemed to fit.
Anyways, the point of this story is that last weekend we found ourselves on the same side of the building, going through the same doors, for our birthing class as we did for our fertility treatments. It struck me as weird. Or maybe I was just reminded of how life changes in directions we don’t expect. This time last year, I was going to that building on almost a daily basis to get poked and prodded in preparation for what would be a second, obviously unsuccessful attempt at a stimulation cycle. The last time we had been on that side of the building together, we were there for what would be a smashing failure of an IUI. I remember that day because we had gotten very disappointing news from the lab, almost making it futile to go upstairs for the IUI. I remember being so crushed, struggling to be hopeful, hiding tears from my husband in the elevator because I didn’t want him to feel at fault when this one failed too. He held my hand and apologized the whole way up the elevator for something he had no control over. My turn to apologize would come a week later with more of my lab results, so it definitely was a joint effort!
Fast forward to last week… we are going through the same doors, walking by the same offices, I have to use the same bathroom. But, this time, we are going to a classroom to practice labor relaxation techniques with 10 other first-time parents. Weird. I have a very good sized little boy growing inside of me… I feel his rolls and nudges every day. It is undeniable looking at me that I am with child. Yet, I remain part of that other club… I still have a feeling that I don’t belong in this room, that it’s just by some weird fluke that I’m there, that I’m still on the fringe… but, I have to remind myself… to these other people, you are just as normal as they are. To the teachers, you are just another pregnant lady. As much as I hate to admit it, sometimes it’s good to be normal...
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