Friday, April 29, 2011

Wills and Kate

Lizzy and I were up in the wee hours this morning to watch the wedding of Prince William to Kate Middleton. It was beautiful. She is beautiful! I loved the whole thing.
I loved all the commentary this morning from the talking heads who act like they really know this couple (i.e. Matt Lauer, Meredith, Giuliana, etc.)  However, I like to believe in the fairytale picture they created.  I'd like to think William loves all that Kate brings to the table as an individual. He could be completely vain and just think Kate has great legs or something.  But maybe not.  To me, Wills loves the stability, normalcy and loving safeguards of Kate and her family.  Isn't that perfect?  They're the perfect couple; I'll believe it until proven otherwise.
The whole spectacle was picture perfect.
I loved when Will told Kate she looked beautiful.
That dress!
I loved how tightly Kate's father held her hand until he gave it over to William.
The hats were all amazing, too. Loved them.
Something else I loved was the prayer composed for the wedding by the couple:
"In the business of each day keep our eyes fixed on what is real and important in life and help us to be generous with our time and love and energy. Strengthened by our union, help us to serve and comfort those who suffer."
Lovely, isn't it?  Anyone can appreciate a royal couple's objective of using their influence, resources and energy to serve together those around them.

Cheers to the happy couple!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Easter balloons

Easter activities were thwarted by lots of rain and a bit of a tornado.  Yes.  Tornado.  Still, little boys have plenty of fun with balloons.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Milestones or stumbling blocks

He looks innocent enough, right?

Before E came along, I was a little apprehensive about how W was going to adjust to all of the impending changes.  A new sister.  A slower mom.  Less one-on-one time.  Etc.
When  W would visit us at the hospital, he would always run right in the room and yell, "Mommy!"  It felt so good to have him there and his excitement was just a bonus.  He'd look at his sister for a minute, then it was off to pushing buttons, playing with the phone, moving the bed up and down, that kind of thing.  He would stay long enough to have a meltdown or two, then he would head home with MaMom or Dave.  I suppose he was taking things as well as I could expect.  Then I came home.

The first afternoon was OK.  The following morning?  Not so much.

W woke up on the wrong side of the bed.  The sad side of the bed.  He wasn't happy and no one -- except me -- could console him.  But all he wanted from me was to pick him up and hold him...which I couldn't do.  He cried and wailed, and so did I.  It was horrible.  All he wanted was his mom to hold him, and I couldn't give that to him.  So he and I sat on the couch and cried together.  Pathetic, huh?

I don't think he's forgiven me for that morning.

Since then, my once kind, patient (for a two year old), lovable boy has really let me have it.  I'm talking tantrums that involve throwing himself on the ground and screaming like his arms are being amputated from his body.  Oh my sweet boy, what happened?

And remember those milestones I used to celebrate?  They're becoming more of stumbling stones for me, and a source of frustration, oftentimes anger, and disagreement between the boy and me.  I can't say I celebrate these kinds of milestones:
  1. First call to Poison Control.  W got into a bottle of stool softener (I've been on narcotics) and ate who knows how many.  Besides a few extra diapers that day, all is well.  
  2. Destruction.  He got into his sister's room and ended up with half of the drape rod downstairs in my room.
  3. More destruction.  He yanked down the blackout shade in his room.
  4. Fixation.  The air vent in his room is his latest obsession.  He removed it one day and fell down into it.  Problem is it drops straight down and there are metal screws securing the duct work.  W's leg now has proof of this fall.
  5. Indecency.  Since I was banned from using the stairs, my friend (who just happened to be at my house when this happened) rescued W from the vent upstairs (#4).  However, her rescue was that of a naked boy.  Somewhere between ripping down the shade and pulling off the vent, W decided he didn't want to wear his diaper anymore.  
  6. The perfect storm.  Numbers three, four and five all happened at the same time.  
  7. Emerging artist.  W knows that crayon colors show up everywhere, including the computer screen, couch and window.  
  8. Disappearing act.  He threw his grandma SheShe's Sam's Club card down another air vent.  
  9. A budding friendship.  Lucy appreciates W's new hobby of getting the bowl of dog food from the laundry room and throwing piece by piece all over the house, which appropriately  happens as I am feeding the baby (and can't get there to stop it).  It's like a game.  He throws.  She runs.  He laughs.  She comes back for more.  Of course, W then decides to take a whole bowl of food up the stairs, but accidentally dumps it out half-way to the top.  Thankfully Lucy cleans up after him.
  10. Life is over.  And finally, best of all, W learned how to turn handles and open doors.  Every.  Single.  Door.  He was kind of enough to learn this new skill the night before I returned from the hospital.  Thoughtful, huh?  The house is no longer secure.  No item/room/area is safe.  We've now resorted to those knob covers that are sometimes more adult-proof than child-proof.  
I had long heard the adjustment from one to two children can be the most difficult.  I was going into this change with my eyes wide open knowing we were going to go through a major transition.  Now, almost three weeks later, I am thankful I wasn't naive in thinking this would be a breeze.  It's hard.  I will admit that without any shame.  Sometimes it's like he's scheming against me and my post-pregnancy brain can't get ahead of him.  Yet thankfully, a few mornings have greeted me with a well-rested and -fed newborn, a happy toddler who just might still like me a little bit, and the possibility of an afternoon nap -- W's greatest redeeming quality at the moment.

Perhaps these milestones should be more than stumbling blocks for me.  Stepping stones?  It's a stretch, but I need a silver lining.  As any two year old should, he's exploring, learning, testing limits (a lot) and stepping into boyhood.  I feel pretty confident that we may lose more items down air vents.  And several other pieces may meet a crayon or two.  I guess I should get over the stumbling blocks and help him along the way.

 For your viewing pleasure, W's morning activity.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

EVR: Two weeks

April 14, 2011

This girl has found her voice, though she's still as sweet as can be.  Her legs are still little bird legs.  She's looking more and more like her brother, too.  W is paying more attention to her and "loving" her head.  We've made it two weeks and we're still alive.  Success!

These make me happy

{via pottery barn}

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

First impressions

Now that we're sorta, kinda settled back at home (and the swelling in my feet has gone down), I want to remember all the  little details about my first impressions of Elizabeth.

  • long fingers and toes
  • alert as can be, yet quietly observant
  • hiccups, inherited from me, my mother and my grandmother; poor girl!
  • so pleasant; only seems to get upset when she needs to pass gas one way or the other
  • and speaking of which, she can burp like an old man
  • loved her first head wash
  • really enjoys a bath, too
  • does NOT like her diaper changed
  • prefers to sleep with one hand by her face
  • sweetest little dimple in her left cheek
  • sucks on her bottom lip
  • eats like a champ; back to her birth weight in one week!
  • doll-like round face
  • makes funny little squeaks and squawks when she sleeps
  • rolls of skin at her knees when she straightens her legs
  • prefers a frog-like position when she snuggles up 
  • wrinkly forehead
  • squinty eyes
  • looks absolutely perfect in a white onesie -- my favorite
  • wiggles her fingers and strokes my side when I feed her
  • left ear "gill slit"
  • furry shoulders and back; our "furry friend"
  • calm; she has provided me a sense of peace when my head feels anxiety
  • beautiful -- just beautiful
  • won me over

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Happy birthday

Little Elizabeth was born March 31, 2011.  It was a bit weird knowing ahead of time exactly when this baby was going to arrive.  Kind of odd to think, "OK, let's go have a baby now."  Regardless, we arrived at the hospital at 5:30 a.m.  However, the hospital was expecting us at 3:30 a.m. for a 5:30 delivery.  Apparently there was a mix up between the hospital and my doctor's office.  Thankfully, we were able to schedule between other surgeries, and Elizabeth made her entrance into the world at 8:44 a.m.  

This delivery went so smoothly and was much less exhausting (physically and emotionally) than Winston's.  Coincidentally, I had the same anesthesiologist as last time -- Robyn.  She is amazing and has such a soothing, calm voice.  And let's be honest, when a doctor is pulling apart your innards to reach your baby, you need someone behind the curtain with you to help you relax and follow the procedure.  Since I hadn't labored for so many hours before having to have the c-section as I did with Winston, I was able to be much more alert throughout the surgery.  My doctor and the assistant were shocked at how high the baby was in my abdomen.  (No kidding!)  It required a little elbow grease to get her down enough to even reach her.  I'll never forget the doctor telling me baby was here, then hearing her little voice cry out for the first time while they walked her around to show her to me.  It made me cry, I was so happy.  I caught a glimpse of Dave wiping his eyes, too.  It was amazing to be in the freezing cold operating room and yet feel so warm and almost at home as the new little baby entered the world.  Though it wasn't a traditional birth, it was a beautiful, reassuring experience, nonetheless.  And I was reminded how lucky I am to have a body that is strong and healthy to be able grow and develop a little person.  

Just after delivery, Dave and I got to hold and get to know our new baby.  It's always kind of shocking to examine all the little features of this baby that looks so much like you and so much like your other half.  It's humbling to think of the new responsibility, and exciting to think of your new future.  Though she didn't have a name yet, it was so special to just sit in the quiet room together with this little person and just take it all in.  

foot stamp
 8lb 4 oz 20.5 inches and "sky high!" according to my doctor
Different blood types mean jaundice is almost a given.  Little girl spent much of her time in the hospital in her space suit on the bilirubin light.
on the bili bed
 loooong, beautiful toes
 looong, spider fingers
 and SheShe
first impression?  a hug.  
 then a kiss
wasn't sure what to do the first time he heard her cry
 showing sister where his eyes are
 loved her first hair wash

We're so glad you're here, Elizabeth!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011