Walmart

The other day, we all loaded up in the truck and went to Walmart to pick up doughnuts on our way across town to my mother-in-law's house. Well, M surprised B while I was inside the store procuring our breakfast. "W....A....L.....O....M"

Now, I know M knows his ABCs. He knows his colors; he knows his shapes; he knows his numbers. It was the recognition of the letters and the phonetic sounds that I have been fighting him on. Well, it appears that he knows more than I thought. The little sneak! He's way to smart for his own good!

Thank goodness for the Leapfrog Fridge Phonics thing that drives me nuts!

I miss my bed

I'm sure some would think that this would be an odd thing to blog about, but I truly miss my bed. W is a noisy sleeper, and his crib is currently in our bedroom. I'm trying to make sure B (and M when he climbs into our bed at 1-3 am) can sleep. So ultimately when W wakes up for his first nighttime feeding, I remain in the recliner in the living room with him and we fall asleep there. Some times it is on purpose; most times it is accidentally.

As a result, my spot in our bed is probably feeling very neglected. I know I am missing snuggling up against the pillows and sleeping. There might be some consulation in that M finds himself in my spot.

Halloween night

W as Yoda




My two Star Wars boys



M as Darth Vadar

A birth story...finally

Well, I had been having contractions since the Thursday before I delivered. I honestly thought they were Braxton hicks because they were not like the contractions I had with M. By the time Sunday evening came around, I was running 10 minutes apart. I thought that when I was up and moving around they stopped, so I got up and told B to get some rest. I stayed up and cleaned on the house until we started getting ready for our trip to the hospital at 3. (We had to be checked in by 5).

By the time we had started our drive into town, my contractions were running 3 to 5 minutes apart. My OB told me to head in at 5-7. We checked in and began my pre-op preparations. I lay in bed until they came to get me at 6:45—still contracting at 3-5 minutes apart. I actually walked back to the operating room to get ready for my section.

I must admit that I was very anxious as I got up on the operating table and the anesthesiologist started to prep me for my spinal. My spine is curved, and last time, the anesthesiologist tried 8 times to get an epidural in me. Well, the anesthesiologist did get the spinal in this time. He said that it just took a lot of needle to get into my fluid and that it was very deep.

Now, I was under the impression that the spinal is supposed to make you numb? Not so. I felt every tug, pull, etc. B smoothed my hair as we waited to hear those cries. Finally, the doctor pulled out W and announced it was a boy. My boy welcomed everyone by baptizing them. I will also mention that Dr. W had to pull W’s fingers out of his mouth in order to get him out (he was sucking on them—he still tries to suck on them.). W then proceeded to try to suck on Dr. W’s fingers.

So W made his appearance at 7:41 am on October 17th. He weighed 7 lbs. 14 oz. and was 20.5 in. long. He has a full head of very light blonde hair.

Oh, I forgot to mention…

The closing was quite interesting. Dr. W and Dr. C asked me if we were going to try for a third child so I could have a little girl. I assured them I was just fine with two boys because I wouldn’t have to pay for expensive cheerleading outfits; I wouldn’t have to pay for a wedding; etc.

We then proceeded to discuss the college football games from that weekend. Most importantly, we discussed how disappointed we were that USC won the USC v. Notre Dame game. We talked football the entire time they were closing me up. Dr. W & C said that I was obviously a good match for a houseful of guys. Let’s hope they are right.

Pics:
http://community.webshots.com/user/osuchris

Oh, I also forgot to mention that they actually think W was overdue. He had cradle cap from being in the birth canal and his hands and feet were very dry. He also had almost no vernix on him at all. So based on that, he should have arrived right around the end of September. The funny thing is Meme kept saying the entire pregnancy that they were wrong on my date.

Good intentions

The old addage goes that the pathway to nowhere is paved with good intentions. It has been my intention to have W's birth story and a few updates posted by now. As you can see, I have good intentions, but it hasn't happened yet.

But here is a quick update. W had his first checkup on Monday. He was up to 8 lb. 4 oz. The doctor was happy with everything, so we have our next checkup in December. He has changed so much in just the two weeks he has been alive. He looks just like his older brother, too.

I promise that I will have something up as soon as I get the chance. The older man is fighting sleep and I need to pump before I go to sleep.