Sunday, May 31, 2009

Tree House

The tree house is finished!!! Here are some pictures taken during the construction:




Daddy's little helpers:




The tree house has this cool trap-door:


The finished product:




Apparently Emma is able to climb the steps to the tree house but she can't get down by herself. At first we thought she would just want to be in the tree house if the kids were in there. But . . . it turns out that she runs up the ladder thinking that she can catch the squirrels that are in the tree. Hopefully she will tire of this game or we're going to have to figure out some way of blocking the ladder.

Reading Phillies

My husband took the kids to see the Reading Phillies last night. They went with our church group and they had a GREAT time. My 4 year old son got a baseball -- the highlight of the evening! He was so proud and when he got home he told me:

"Mom. A REAL babeball guy gave this to me! This is going to be my first trophy."

See how proud he is?


Here's my oldest son wearing his Philadelphia Philies shirt (which he wore to the Reading Phillies game). He just got this shirt for his 6th birthday. It's a Ryan Howard shirt -- with a number 6 on the back, perfect for a boy who is turning 6!



Saturday, May 30, 2009

Birth Story

I posted my birth story but it is showing up beneath yesterday's posting. If you want to read it but can't see it/get to it, click here.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Ten Years Old

May 29, 1999


My oldest turns 10 today. The first thing I noticed about her when she was born was that she had a gorgeous dimple. Here's a picture of her 10 years later, dimple and all.



I am so proud of the sweet, thoughtful, kind and precious girl she has become.

Birth Story

Since I am too sleep deprived to share my birth story with each of you in person or on the phone, I am blogging about it instead. If you're interested in the details, read on. If you'd rather not get wrapped up in the nuances of childbirth, then skip this blog posting.

Thursday May 21
I'll refer you to my blog posting from the 21st to remind you of what happened prior to being induced.

I was scheduled for induction at the hospital at 8pm. I arrived at the hospital on time and went through the normal paperwork routine. I was taken to my room around 9pm and was told that I was NOT going to be induced right away but instead would have to wait until 4AM on Friday morning. Whatever. So the nurse informs me that I cannot eat ANYTHING but am allowed to drink until I am induced. She then proceeds to hook me up to the fetal monitor and then tries to give me an IV. (The IV was needed for the induction and to pump me up with fluids prior to induction.) She tried twice, failing both times and leaving me with a river of bruises on my arm that are still visible TODAY, 9 days later! So she goes and gets a different nurse who also fails at giving me and IV. Lovely. By this time I am pretty upset, wanting to just go home and wait for my baby to come on its own, instead of being stuck with a needle over and over again. I have low blood pressure to start with and every time one of the nurses would stick me and move the needle around, I would get sweaty and the room would go dim. I though it was a psychosomatic reaction but they told me that it was actually my blood pressure dropping. Great. Well the second nurse FINALLY gets the IV in so I now have bruises up and down BOTH arms from 4 attempts at inserting an IV. At this point I am NOT liking my experience thus far. Then I'm told to get some sleep. Uh, yeah, RIGHT. I have a fetal monitor hooked up on my right and an IV hooked up on my left so I have 3 sets of wires that I have to navigate to get my enormous pregnant body comfy in the uncomfortable bed. Not to mention they are pumping me with fluids so I have to keep getting up and going to the bathroom, which takes about 7 minutes each time by the time I unplug the monitors and the IV and wheel the IV catty to the bathroom. And I'm hungry. And I don't see why I have to sleep with the darn fetal monitor beeping constantly. I've gone 42 weeks into this pregnancy without hearing the heartbeat at night, I think I can manage one more night. But no, hospital policy. So very little sleep followed.

Friday May 22
4AM
The nurse checks to see how much I am dilated and then starts the pitocin drip. I'm 4cm. Not bad. At least I progressed 1 cm on my own in the last 24 hours. She starts a VERY LOW DOSE drip for which I am thankful because I am really concerned about how I will handle labor with pitocin. Right away I start contracting regularly but the contractions are not long or strong. My nurse eventually increases the pitocin ever-so-slowly over the next couple hours yet I am still not contracting long or strong. Many, many people have commented up until this point that I have a very stubborn baby inside of me. However, I think I have a very content, not stubborn baby, in there.

7AM
Shift change. Nurse from last night is back. The one who couldn't get the IV inserted. I'm less-than-happy to see her. Right away she starts pumping up the pitocin. I ask her if the pitocin can be turned off once I am in active labor and she tells me NO. Then she tells me for the second time: YOU are not managing your labor, WE are. Yeah, whatever. That's not how I operate and I'll just talk to the doctor about that.

8:30AM
I'm talking to my sister on the phone and am noticing that I am now having to breathe through contractions and that they are coming every 3 minutes. (My husband was in the cafeteria getting himself breakfast. While I'm starving.) I get off the phone with my sister so I can focus on labor.

What happens next is a blur and I can't really tell you exactly what time everything happened but here's how I remember it.

My nurse is gone. A different nurse comes in and puts up the pitocin again. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor, in child's pose, breathing through the contractions. They are coming hard and fast. I beep the nurse call button and say this. No one comes. Then the contractions start coming every minute. I beep again and say this. No one comes. Then they are LONG, lasting about 45 seconds and still coming every minute so I'm only getting 15 seconds in-between contractions, which is NOT enough time to recover. I am REALLY struggling. I beep the call button again and BEG for the pitocin to be lowered. I am almost in agony. I need SOMETHING to change: I need less pitocin; I need a rug underneath me instead of laying on the cold floor; I need the IV out of my hand so I can have use of my hand (can't relax with my hand all awkward); I need the fetal monitor taken off so I can move; I need water to labor in; SOMETHING. I need SOMETHING to change. I CANNOT do labor if I cannot move around to work through contractions. I had watched the nurses pump up the pitocin on the IV catty so I was confident that I knew how to lower it (based on watching the nurses.) I told my husband that if someone did not come to help me then I was going to turn it down on my own. He begged me not to and I told him that if they were not going to manage my labor then I was going to manage it myself. He KNOWS I'm serious so he leaves to go find someone to help me before I get myself into a lot of trouble. He comes back and tells me that there has been an emergency c-section and no one is at the nurse's station. I am about to FREAK OUT. So I just start pressing the call button and BEGGING for help. FINALLY, another nurse (musical nurses, never get the same one twice) comes in. I don't want her to think I'm just being a bitch, because believe me, I was beeping that button and shouting and generally being bitchy but honestly, it was the pitocin that was the problem. I explain to her that I have had 4 children via natural childbirth and tell her that this pitocin is killing me and that I cannot handle it and can she please turn it down? She asks who my doctor is (who I actually have not met yet since I am a birth center patient and not an OB patient). When I tell her his name she says, "Ok, good, he won't yell at me." And she turns off the pitocin. I want to hug her except I'm still on the floor with contractions. The contractions slowed right away, back to every 3 minutes so I could catch a break. I am relieved and much more comfortable, although still working hard through the contractions. However, my break was short-lived because the contractions picked-up again about 6 minutes later. Back on the floor. Moaning. Shaking uncontrollably. Pressing the nurse call button again. Yet a different nurse arrives. (Apparently all nurses were in the emergency c-section so I guess I got who was free at the moment?) I tell her that I think I'm in transition (which is the most intense part of labor where you go from 7 cm to 10 cm dilated.) She checks me and smugly tells me that I am only 5 to 6 cm dilated. Really?! Because I've done this FOUR times! I KNOW what transition feels like! However, I take her word for it and conclude that the pitocin must be playing tricks on my body and making me feel much further along than I am. I am not sure I can cope with the present situation so I opt for the epidural.

I really didn't want an epidural. Don't like needles (and already have 4 more IV holes in my body than I had when I walked into the hospital) and I know too many people who've had bad reactions to epidurals. So yes, I would rather labor through natural childbirth than have a needle stuck in my back. Except I can't labor like this, in this place, with no way to move around or ease the discomfort.

10AM
The anesthesiologist arrives. Still on floor, still shaking. Have to get up to get the needle in the back. Have to empty bladder first. Crawl to bathroom. Get ready for epidural. Takes about 5 contractions from start to finish. Can still feel contractions after epidural but they feel much shorter and MUCH less intense. Able to feel them much more on my left side but am ok with that, want to know what my body is doing.

Anesthesiologist leaves. Doctor shows up. Checks to see how far I am dilated. I am fully dilated, 10 cm. GREAT. I WAS in transition afterall. Didn't need this stinkin epidural! Can't BELIEVE the doctor shows up IMMEDIATELY after I get it. Am somewhat annoyed at the chain of events. However, the baby is still really high, hadn't moved into the birth canal yet so I continue to breathe through contractions (although MUCH more comfortably) while baby makes its way into the world. The midwife arrives. The doctor breaks my water. Still breathing. Doctor is great, very nice, stayed with us, talked to us about his farm, etc. Nice guy. Ditto for midwife. She didn't have to show up, but was on call and just came over to see how I was doing. Labor is moving SLOWLY. Apparently the epidural slowed down the labor. Husband is concerned and talks to doctor about it, telling him that after the shaking, i usually have a baby in 10-15 minutes. Doctor explains that the epi slowed down the labor. So I breathe and we wait.

11:20AM
Feel the urge to push. A lot of the epidural has worn off and I have control of my lower half. The doctor asks me how I want to push? On my back? Squatting? All fours? I am really liking this doctor. Had fears that I'd have to do what the doctor told me to do, am pleased that he is letting me take an active part in this. My husband tells him that I pushed out my last 2 babies on all fours so we decide on that position. Although I have control of my lower half, I still have a bunch of wires attached to me so I needed assistance to get on all fours without getting tangled. Start pushing. Baby coming. Push, breathe, push, etc. I can feel the head moving down, crowning. Hear the doctor say the baby is NOT posterior. Whew. HUGE relief. My fourth baby was posterior and it was SO HARD to get him pushed out. Know I am in the homestretch now. Push again. Doctor says the baby has a fist and arm up by his cheek, coming through with his head. Right. So the midwife was right, they couldn't break my water because the arm was in the way. (Three of my five children have been born like this, with arms coming through at the same time as the head. I remember being told at one of my previous deliveries that when a baby is born with the arm around the head, it adds extra circumference to the baby's head and is like pushing out a baby that weighs a pound more, because of the extra circumference.) Still no clue at this time just how big this baby is. But should have known. Because it took me two pushes to get the head out. That never happened before. With my other babies, one good push and the head would be out and the worst of it would be over. But not this baby, another push to get the head out. And then another push. But I didn't feel the baby slip out, like I usually do. Am wondering why. Then I hear the nurse say, "And now the other shoulder." The other shoulder? What is she talking about? I usually just push out the whole body, not one shoulder at a time. Finally, another push and the baby is out! And it's a boy! But I can't see him because everyone is focused on the baby and I am wrapped up in wires and IVs and don't even know how to turn myself over to see my son.

And then he was whisked away to the pediatrician because there was "light meconium" in the amniotic fluid. I've ALWAYS been given the baby right away. But not this time. 4 of my 5 have been born with meconium in the fluid and still, I was always allowed to have the baby right away. Am back to NOT liking hospital policy. So I wait while he is examined.

He is fine and finally they give me my son. He looks just like my younger daughter did when she was born. They tell me he is 9 pounds, 2 ounces. I look at my husband and tell him that technically, I could push out a 10 pound baby, if you figure that the hand-by-the-head means I could handle a baby that is a pound bigger. My husband tells me that it is too soon to be talking about a 10 pound baby. I see his point. But I'm pretty darn pleased to know that I COULD do it, if I had to.

After bonding and nursing the baby, they take him for some more procedures and they let me get up to use the bathroom and they FINALLY allow me to eat. Feast actually. No shortage of food, which was wonderful because I was ravenous after fasting for 18 hours. (Why is it that you are supposed to eat frequently when pregnant but not at all in labor? And they tell you NOT to sleep on your back when pregnant but once you check into the hospital, they put you in bed on your back?)

So that is pretty much it. After that the kids came to see their new little brother and I got moved from Labor & Delivery to my own room. I felt like I was on vacation. Room service. Lots of food and drinks brought to my bedside. QUIET. Time for me to get to know my baby. I didn't even have to get out of bed except to use the bathroom. (NOTE: when delivering at a birth center, you leave the center within 12 hours -- or less sometimes -- of giving birth. Once you're home, it's hard to just stay in bed and NOT get caught up with what is going on around you.) So I enjoyed every solitary moment in the hospital. I didn't have to prepare food, serve food or clean-up. I didn't have to help with homework, sign permission forms or referee arguments. It was pure heaven.

Now, if only I could find a place to deliver that didn't force IVs on you, provided waterbirth like the birth center, and let you stay for 48 hours afterwards? THAT would be perfect for pushing out that 10 pound baby.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Sneak Peek

We had newborn photos taken on Memorial Day, when the baby was just 3 days old. It worked out well for us and the photographer to take the pics on that day and I'm so glad we did because the weather has not been as nice since!

The photographer, Jen Baltgalvis, posted a Sneak Peek of the photo session on her blog. Click here to see some more baby pics!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Update

It was my father-in-law, not my husband and kids who let Crazy Chick into my house. I am getting more angry by the moment and wish that I had REALLY unleashed on her.

Psycho

Ok, I just have to blog about this.

I'm in bed, trying to nap. It's nearly 6pm and I'm in my pajamas. Someone comes to the door. She tells my husband and kids that she is our neighbor on the next block and asks to see me. They don't know her, but assume that I do. So she comes upstairs. And she starts her sales pitch. I am NOT kidding. She is trying to sell me children's books to raise money for a trip to London. I stop her and tell her NO. And she's like, "Can't you do ANYTHING? Something? Like if you don't want the books, get them and donate them to a hospital or something." I can't remember what I said verbatim because I was pretty angry that this chick sees that we have an It's A Boy flag outside and decides I'm fodder for her sales pitch, but I told her I JUST gave birth, can't deal with her, haven't even left my room (which is not totally true, I did go to the pediatrician today) and that I did not appreciate her barging into my home.

She was like, "Oh. Ok." Shrugs her shoulders and turns around to leave.

I sent my daughter down behind her just to make sure Crazy Chick actually left the house.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Baby Pics

Welcome to the World


Meeting Mommy. Because there was meconium in the amniotic fluid, the baby had to be checked by the pediatrician before we could meet each other. It was the first time I've not been able to hold my baby right away. I always thought that labor pains stopped right after giving birth; but they don't. I just never noticed them before because I was too distracted with a gorgeous baby. I couldn't wait for them to hand him over to me.


Meeting the brothers and sister for the first time:


My four year old with his new brother. He was sooo excited to become a big brother and was thrilled to find out that the baby was a boy. I love the look on his face in this picture.


Here's a picture of my oldest and youngest together. I thought this was an interesting photo because my oldest weighed 6 pounds, 4 ounces at birth and my youngest weighed 9 pounds, 2 ounces. I still cannot believe that this baby weighs 3 POUNDS MORE than my oldest did when she was born!!! I also cannot understand how I pushed for 1 hour and 17 minutes and ended up with stitches the first time around and this time I pushed for 10 minutes and no stitches? My oldest is still petite for her age. . . I wonder if the baby will always be big for his age?


One Day Old


I'm headed home from the hospital tomorrow morning. It has been really nice to be here and to do NOTHING. It's been great not having to prepare meals, serve meals or clean-up afterwards. Although I had concerns about delivering at a hospital, it was a positive experience overall. I might blog about it if I get time . . .

Friday, May 22, 2009

It's A Boy!

We welcomed the newest member of the Langan Family on Friday May 22, 2009 at 11:32AM. He weighed in at 9 pounds, 2 ounces! He is adorable and much loved.

I'll update with details and pics after I get some sleep.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Induction

I had another appointment today and once again they were unable to break my water as the baby is too high.

So they scheduled an induction for me. I thought they would induce me tomorrow morning. However, there is a full schedule of inductions tomorrow (apparently people want to get induced before the holiday weekend) so they want me to come in tonight at 8pm.

I thought I was ok with being induced. But I'm not. And I'm not ok with being induced TONIGHT. I really thought maybe I would go into labor overnight and I'd be able to have the birth experience that I planned. But it doesn't look like that is going to happen.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Update

I had an appointment on Monday. I was on the fetal monitor for 30 minutes. The baby seems happy. However, since I am getting more overdue everyday, the midwife suggested either inducing at the hospital or breaking my water at the birth center.

I really do want a birth center birth. A waterbirth. I want my girls to be able to be there and witness their sibling coming into the world. So I said that I'd go for breaking the water, that way we could make sure we did it at a time when no one else was laboring and that would ensure that I'd get the waterbirth suite.

Except that she couldn't break my water. The baby is too high. The cord or the baby's arm might be in the way. So she sent me home and told me to take castor oil the next day and to come back to the birth center the following day (Wednesday).

So I got up early yesterday and drank my 2 ounces of castor oil. Tastes like cooking oil but really thick. I got it down just fine. But my stomach didn't like it. I vomited 3 times. And it still made me get diarrhea, but no contractions. (The thinking is that when your bowels contract, it encourages the uterus to also contract, thus putting you into labor.)

The plan was for me to go back to the birth center today and they'd try to break my water, if they could. (Not sure about the plan if they couldn't.) EXCEPT that they called to reschedule my appointment because there are a number of women in labor so they are not going to break my water when they don't even have a room for me to labor in. So now I am going to have an appointment Thursday at 2pm. I have no idea what to expect. Induction? Breaking of the water? Wait and see? I really don't know. I do know that they will induce by Friday morning if I am still pregnant at that time.

It is so hard for me to wrap my brain around this. It is not going according to plan. I've never even set foot in the hospital I might deliver in, never met the doctors. I've never birthed in ANY hospital so I feel like I have NO IDEA what to expect, except for what I've seen on tv. I am freaking out. Not to mention that my in-laws arrived on Sunday to care for the older kids while I care for the baby. Except right now there is no baby. And every day that goes by is a day closer to them going home and leaving me to care for 5 kids by myself.

And if one more random stranger gives me some insane advice about how to get this baby out, I just might punch them in the nose.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Nesting

Definition of Nesting: Nesting is the term used to refer to an expectant mother’s instinct which gives her a surge of energy which prompts her to clean and do various chores around her home. Nesting usually arises as the mother nears her due date.

The definition does not mention the expectant father. But I swear my husband is nesting. He does this every time we add a child to our family. It usually starts out some months before the due date and involves scrutinizing the monthly budget and reorganizing finances. But as the due date approaches, the nesting becomes physical; he finds some household project that absolutely, positively, must get accomplished just prior to or just after the baby's birth.

When our first child was born in 1999, I didn't know any better, I don't even remember him nesting. But hey, that was 10 years ago and I was blind with post-partum exhaustion. But by the time our second child came along in 2001, I started to wonder why he was taking on a huge project at the same time we were trying to add another human being to our household. But I must say that he is highly motivated AND productive and I got new kitchen cabinets and counters to commemorate the birth of our second child.

When our third came along in 2003, my husband redid the kitchen floor, thus completing the kitchen renovation.

Then in 2005, as the birth of our fourth child approached, he put in a beautiful flagstone patio. I was resentful at the time -- he spent hours upon hours out there measuring, leveling, cutting stone, etc. while I was trying to care for 4 small children. But I must say that he did a stellar job and I have been enjoying the patio ever since.

Well my husband is nesting again because his latest project is building a treehouse for the kids. They all went to Home Depot yesterday to get the lumber. They ended up with so much wood that I had to drive to Home Depot to pick up the kids because he could not fit all the kids AND all the wood in the car. And he still needs to go back to buy more wood! He started working on the treehouse last night and I am discovering that it is a Kid Magnet as well as a Dad Magnet. The neighborhood kids already love to come to our yard for the trampoline and once there is also a treehouse here . . . well the Langan yard is going to be THE PLACE to play. But it's also a Dad Magnet. The dads in the neighborhood have noticed all the construction and have come over to inspect and help.

I am loving the treehouse idea except for the fact that my flowers beneath the tree are getting trampled-to-death in the building process and I'm not sure they will survive long-term once the treehouse blocks the sunlight. On the other hand, I've already given over 2/3 of my yard to the trampoline so does it really matter if the tree house ruins some of my flowers? (It might matter, I just haven't decided yet. I think it's best to make this judgment when I am not pregnant/hormonal.)

If the treehouse is complete before the baby arrives then I will post pics. If not, I may not get to but will see if my Guest Blogger is interested in also being the Guest Photographer.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Still Waiting . . .

D Day Plus 8

Yes, the baby is 8 days overdue at this point. Am I surprised? Not really. All my babies have been late. I am starting to get annoyed though. Once you get to a week overdue, healthcare providers start getting a little nervous and ordering tests and you find yourself sitting through tests and appointments while trying to juggle the bus stop and preschool and 2 little energetic boys who really are not interested in going to any appointments at all, let alone multiple appointments in one day . . . appointments that last a LONG time.

Yesterday I had an ultrasound to check the level of amniotic fluid. I got to the appointment and the tech was giving me a little bit of a hard time because she could not find my records and did not recognize my doctor's name on the script. I told her that I plan to deliver at a birth center with a midwife. Then she wants to know where I had my last ultrasound so I told her at Paoli Hospital and she launches into her holier-than-thou speech:

"WELL. We are NOT part of the Mainline Health System. WE are CHESTER COUNTY, which is it's OWN system. We have to treat you as if you just walked in off the street without ever having any prenatal care at all." Whatever, lady. Then she tells me that to check the fluid level would only take a few minutes but because they don't have my previous ultrasound, they have to treat me like a person from the streets, thus she has to check ALL the indicators: lungs, heart, brain, kidneys, fingers, toes, etc. so it was going to take about 45 minutes. Lovely. She made sure she commented several more times about how she couldn't even tell if what she was seeing was accurate because she couldn't compare it to my previous ultrasound because I had it at a different hospital. (Does she think she is doing a good job of selling me on coming to HER hospital in the future? Because she wasn't.)

I have had MANY MANY ultrasounds throughout the course of 5 pregnancies. The tech ALWAYS asks if you want to know the gender of the baby. But Bev (I've never liked that name and REALLY dislike it now!) didn't ask me, which I thought was odd. I really should have acted upon my thoughts and been proactive and told her I did NOT want to know the gender because she says, "Oh . . . it looks like its a little ____________." and tells me the gender!!! THANKS A LOT LADY. I've gone 41 weeks NOT knowing and you spoil it all. When it became clear to her that I had not previously known, she tried to back-pedal by saying, "Well, maybe I'm wrong . . . " OK. Whatever. I am just disappointed at having it spoiled in this way. I am pretty sure this is my last baby and I have an image in my head of birthing my child and holding him or her and exclaiming with excitement when I look and see if its a girl or boy. Now that is not going to happen. Not to mention that I do natural childbirth and feel every contraction and it gets to a point where you REALLY don't want to do it anymore so pushing. You need an incentive to keep going and thinking about who is going to pop out gives me extra motivation to get the job done. But now I know the gender so I'll have to figure out some other strategy for those last few minutes of labor.

Anyway, Bev finally let me go home. But when I got home the midwife called and said my fluid level was on the low side of normal. She told me to stay well hydrated this weekend and said I will have to repeat the test on Monday. And I have to repeat the fetal heart-rate test on Monday. And have another birth center appointment on Monday. And if any of these tests or appointments show that the baby is in distress then I will be headed for induction. And I don't like being induced. And if I'm still pregnant on Thursday then I am going to be induced regardless as I will be 42 weeks pregnant on Friday. And if I have to be induced then I cannot have a waterbirth and will have to give birth at the hospital with doctors I've never met.

So the waiting continues.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Happy Birthday



My youngest turned 4 years old today. We celebrated with legos and a Batman birthday cake. We are having a party in early June as we did not want to plan a party so close to the baby's arrival. Instead, we had cake with friends today.



I was hoping the baby would not be born on someone else's birthday -- 7 family members have birthdays in May -- because I think it's nice for each kid to have their own day, especially in our family. My kids already have to share EVERYTHING, but at least now each kid gets his/her own birthday because I'm pretty sure the baby is not going to make an appearance in the next 2 hours.

In other news, I had an appointment at the birth center today. I'm 2 centimeters dilated and 50 percent effaced; a good starting point. I had to wear the fetal monitor for 20-30 minutes to make sure the baby's heart rate is ok and it sounds as though the baby is perfectly happy in utero. Next up is an ultrasound on Friday to make sure there is enough amniotic fluid to keep the baby hydrated. If I pass that test, then I go back to the birth center on Monday and we'll start talking about drinking castor oil to get things moving.

Here's a preggo picture, I've not had any taken so far this pregnancy. My friend insisted on taking it, saying she had regretted not having more taken of her during her pregnancies. So here I am, looking very round.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Baby Pics

Here are some pics of my new niece, Maeve. My youngest son (who turns 4 tomorrow!) has had a hard remembering the baby's name so my neighbor came up with a rhyme to help him: Wave at Maeve. Now he remembers her name easily!

Isn't she cute??? She looks really big to me for a newborn. My oldest daughter was only 6 pounds, 4 ounces when she was born, a whole 2 pounds smaller than Maeve . . . no wonder she looks so big to me!


Here's Maeve with her Daddy.


This is a picture of my nephew (almost 2.5 years old) with his new baby sister.

Still Waiting . . .

D Day Plus Four . . . no signs of baby yet. I have an appointment at the birth center tomorrow afternoon so I may know more then. Stay tuned!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

I'm An Aunt (again)

My sister had a baby girl this morning!!!! Her name is Maeve Elizabeth and she weighed in at 8 pounds, 4 ounces. I am thrilled and feel the need to go out and start shopping for some cute, girlie clothing.

In other news, I am 2 days past my due date. At first I thought it might be nice to have the baby arrive on Mother's Day but then I realized that this is supposed to be my day OFF and if I were to give birth, I'd be working harder than ever so I am content to spend the day waiting.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Spring

I am fortunate enough to live just a block away from one of the most beautiful parks in my town. One of my favorite things to do is to walk down in the early morning (especially in the spring and fall) and just sit and look at its glorious beauty. I love the gift of spring and the gift of renewal and new beginnings.












Friday, May 1, 2009

What's Been Happening in Langanland?

Well, so many things are going on I haven't been blogging! This posting might seem random and disorganized, but that's how my mind is working these days.

First, let me say that the previous posting, titled HOT was in error. My guest blogger (oldest daughter) started a posting and never finished. Hot prompted a number of friends to call and commiserate with the hot, pregnant woman. Anyway, even though I was hot, the temps are now back in the 60s so my ankles are no longer looking like tree trunks.

Ok, so the baby's due date is one week from today. Many, many people have told me that baby #5 will be early . . . but since I've been late FOUR TIMES, I really do NOT expect this baby to be early. And although I am increasingly uncomfortable, I do not feel like birth is imminent. So check back every few days to find out if I've given birth!

Speaking of babies, the kids all have an idea of what the baby's name should be. However, the kids do NOT get a vote. They can give their opinions but the final decision rests with mom and dad. My boys are the most interested in the baby's name. They plan to call the baby Wall*E (like the movie), regardless of what we call the baby. They also think Eva (Wall*E's girlfriend) would be an excellent name for a baby sister. I do like the name Eva. However, our neighbors are having a baby girl at the end of May and they will call her Ava. I think Eva and Ava would be too confusing for everyone. Having said that, we don't have a girl's name. We are not good at choosing girl's names, never have been. So if we end up with a girl, she will likely remain unnamed for a day or two until we can come to a compromise. We do have a boy's name, a name that has been on our list for the last ten years, a name that we decided upon about 3 years ago. We always liked the name and then about 3 years ago we met a kid with the same name and we both said, "You know, if we EVER have another boy . . . " So, stay tuned!

My husband is coaching soccer again, this time for my 5 year old son's team. I'll post the pic when it arrives. They are so very cute. The games are three on three, no goalie, no keeping score. It's a riot to watch the kids run around, chasing the ball. Sometimes they chase it the wrong direction; sometimes they just lose their balance and fall over; sometimes they get distracted by something on the sidelines and they just stand there while the game is going on without them. My favorite is when a goal is scored by accident . . . the ball just haphazardly rolls into the net. Another funny thing about soccer is that there are six boys on the team and THREE OF THEM HAVE THE SAME NAME! My husband aka coach, is NOT good with names so he rotates the players so that all three with the same name play at the same time. That way he can cheer them on and not have to worry about calling someone the wrong name.

Also of note, my sister is expecting her second child ANY DAY now. She was due yesterday so I am eagerly awaiting a phone call telling me that my new niece or nephew is on the way. It will be fun for the cousins to be so close in age and it will also be nice to know that she is going through the exact same things at the exact same time that I am. I'll post some pics when the little one arrives (assuming I'm not in labor myself!)

I have a delicious afternoon planned! My neighbor is going to watch the boys for me (the girls are in school) while I meet a friend for lunch and then get a pedicure. It's my last chance at Me Time for a very long time. We're celebrating by going to Butterfish, a very yummy and decadent lunch is on the menu!