my little man is BIG. no clue how much he weighs (but i'd guess in the 11-12lb range) and over 23in long.. he does NOT look like a newborn. sigh. we've been fighting some tummy issues but he's on reflux meds and mama is dairy-less (waaaaaaaaaah) and things seem to be getting better... well, better for HIM, i'd kill for some ice cream. lol.
we're settling into a routine. slowly. i'm learning to keep my to do list short so that i don't get overwhelmed, and actually get a few things done. hoping that scrapping gets back on that list by the weekend.. i miss it.
how cool is that canvas?? the framed photo is an 8x10, to give you a sense of the size.. my boys, larger than life. heeee. the bagels took one of the pics that becky took and made this for me.. i SO love it. the frame is one of my PB clearance deals... it hass "dwell in possibility" engraved at the bottom.
the samster is starting to squeak.. which means my time is about up.. =)
oh, wait, that's not really a word.
but, quite honestly, it was the only thing i took away from the pottery barn class on workspaces that i went to w/ kelly, holly and tami on sunday morning.
well, that and 2 frames and a cool magnetic easel that were all on sale for 50% off. love sales.
in other news... i survived the first week alone as a mama of 3. and today we even all managed to get dressed and go outside and play. impressive, yes?
we won't talk about the state of my house. or the lack of scrapping.
in other other news, this would be my new fave pic if the light wasn't wonky (too dark on the bigs, too bright on the little) and i had framed the shot better. but even as is i find it rather amusing. =)
and 864 wipes.
(or, what matthew found in his cube yesterday morning when he went back to work)
and, a gratituous pic of a sleeping sam.
still alive. have managed to shower both today and yesterday, so i'm calling this 3 against 1 thing a success for the time being. taking sam to the ped in a couple hours for his 2 week appt.
we all walked this morning in the jdrf's walk to cure diabetes. sam slept through the whole thing, even smooches from aunt becca. becca's passion and drive in organizing her team and donations brought in $18,500 for the jdrf - just $1,500 short of the team goal of $20,000. and since i've been remiss in doing any donation gathering other than writing a check, i am here to ask for help. i've got a little scrappy RAK (including some fontwerks stamps!) set aside for one lucky person who donates using this link. no amount is too little - it all adds up!!
..i spent the day doing laundry, wrapping up loose ends, and mentally resigning myself to being induced on monday morning. i went to bed around 10, and when i got up at 1am to make a potty run, matthew rolled over and told me that he finally felt like he was actually ready to have a third child. i told him that it was about damn time as the rest of us in the house had been ready for a while. ;)
had a totally unremarkable night, no less or more sleep than usual. woke up at 5:45 and just felt odd. got up and walked around for a minute and then tried to settle back into bed, and couldn't get comfortable. i had a contraction just before 6 - nothing too strong. still couldn't get comfortable, so i got up. ben got up at 6:04 as i was having another one, and i woke matthew up and told him that ben was awake and that i thought something might be up.
he bolted out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast. i wandered around the house, having contractions every 5 minutes and fighting a restless feeling that wouldn't go away. matthew called my mom at 6:30 to put her on alert and i got into the bathtub while we debated calling the OB. the bath made the contractions a little stronger so at 6:45 we called my mom to tell her to come down. i emailed a few friends that we were heading to the hospital and then had another contraction. at that point i thought we'd be able to wait until she came over (about a 30 min drive), but the next one hit really hard and i had matthew call our next door neighbor to come over and watch the boys until she could get there.
we kissed the boys, who were remarkably nonchalant about the whole thing and headed out. matthew called the OB as we drove because we couldn't remember if we were supposed to or not, and later it turned out that it was a good thing we did. we were checked in to l&d at 7:07. got a room, got changed, got attached to all of the monitors - and was 5cm, 100% effaced and 0 station. i told the nurses that my OB had said i could have a heplock rather than an iv, so they put that in. then there was discussion that the oncall OB would probably want me to have an iv, and, uh, i got a little irate about that. said oncall OB came and checked me at 7:45 and i will still 5cm & 100%, but the dot had moved down to a +1 station.... fortunately there was no mention of an iv (had she been warned by my oh so awesome nurse???). she asked if i wanted her to break my water and i told her to go for it. i knew it would hurt more but that things would move along faster.
shortly after that my OB called to check on me... apparently when we called the office they let her know what was going on, and if they hadn't, the oncall OB would have delivered me. my contractions were picking up big time and after a few more i asked for stadol... and apparently had perfect timing as i could tell i was hitting transition right as they gave it to me. i had stadol w/ both of my previous labors and knew that while it wouldn't take away the pain, it would stop me from overthinking and tensing up and just let me focus on relaxing. our nurse was awesome and when matthew had to run to the bathroom or to get me anything she would pick up exactly what he had been saying to me.
they checked me at 8:30 and i was 8-9cm, so they called in the OB. things were getting more and more intense and i was talking to matthew and the nurse in one word phrases, and they were somehow able to figure me out and stay ahead of what i needed. and before i knew it, it was time to get that kiddo OUT.
i pushed through 3 contractions. the first one was totally ineffective, i spent the whole time trying to remember exactly how to do it. the next 2 were absolutely horrible as far as pain goes, and then all of a sudden, he was here. it was 8:56am.. just about 3 hours since my first contraction. matthew cut the cord and asked if i could hold him. which, honestly, hadn't even occured to me. i hadn't gotten to hold either of the others right after birth - alex was born a month early and was a wee bit blue, which alarmed everyone, and ben had some *major* heartrate decels in the minutes before birth and they needed to check him out because of that. so, apparently once i got wind that i'd be able to hold this kid, i was a PIA until he was in my arms.
i got to snuggle him a bit, and matthew realized that his cellphone and the side of his pants were covered in blood. and then we realized that my arm was, too - because my heplock had gotten pulled out sometime during the pushing stage. EEPS. the nurses took sam off to do all of the stuff that they do, and i couldn't believe it when he weighed in at 9lbs 2oz. called my mom to bring the boys up and then made various other phone calls while we waited. including to the hospital meal service because my stomach had been growling all the way through labor. the boys came up and alex was way excited, and ben was a bit more reserved. they stayed a bit and then headed back home to have lunch while we got ready to leave the l&d room and move to the mom/baby floor.
this was by far my easiest labor. alex was 6.5hrs from my water breaking to his birth. ben was 2hrs from when i was induced by having my water broken, but i had over an hour of really intense contractions, and this time it was only about 30 minutes. certainly can't beat having 3 kids and only 12 hours of labor. ;)
and now, somehow, the last week has flown by and i can't imagine life without this bright eyed boy.