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Friday, August 30, 2013

7 Quick Takes (5)



Confession:  Starting these Quick Takes on Thursday night because you never know what tomorrow may bring...and last week it took me until Sunday to get them posted.


My first distraction:  Project Runway.  Love this show.  This week the episode is revolving around shoes. Double love. My favorite designers are Jeremy and Bradon and Kate and Dom.  I guess that's a lot of favorites. 

 

My second distraction:

 
 
Half super fudge brownie and half super chunky cookie dough ice cream.  I guess I like my dessert super.
 

Why does my ice cream look like meat and potatoes?  Just call me food photographer extraordinaire...

 
 
Claire and I did some shopping yesterday afternoon.  My new favorite store - Once Upon a Child.  It is a kids resale shop and the prices and selection are fantastic.  I picked up 3 Halloween onesies for Claire ($1.25 each) and a fancy red Carters dress for Claire to wear to her uncle's wedding ($3.50).  I was one happy mama.  I was eyeing their selection of double strollers (no I am not expecting #2!) for my sister to use when she babysits Claire.  They had some nice options for $80 but I wanted to do a little research first before I made any purchase.
 
 
 
Claire is starting to enjoy both her play mat and her swing.  We previously used her swing when she was sleeping but now she actually likes it while awake.  This is great news for mama because it gives me a small amount of free time to pump or switch the laundry without tears or screams.

 
 
I am happy to announce that I gave Claire her first tear/scream free bath yesterday and I did it all by myself!  I was such a proud mama and as I was bragging to my husband about our freshly clean girl, she proceeded to spit up down the front of her and it ran all the way to her knees.  This was followed by a poopy sneeze fart.  Nice.  So much for being clean. 
 
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
 


Thursday, August 29, 2013

These are my Confessions (3)

We have a garden.
A very neglected garden.  This year was my first attempt at gardening since the house we bought had a built in planter box on the side.  I had big ambitions - 8 tomato plants, peppers, zucchini, yellow squash, cauliflower, broccoli, and chinese cabbage.  The first to die was the chinese cabbage - those poor plants didn't have a chance.  The rest did fairly well.  However, I didn't know what to do with the harvest.  I had never made anything with a zucchini before so I picked them off the vine and they sat on my kitchen counter until they went bad.  Terrible.  Patrick asked me why I planted something if I didn't know how to cook it.  I don't know?  I guess I just wanted to see if I could grow it?  Once Claire was born, the garden went downhill.  I didn't have time to water or pick the veggies.  I knew it had gotten bad when my neighbor lady Gloria knocked on our front door to tell Patrick to tell me that I needed to pick my tomatoes before they went bad or the bugs got them. Oops!  Maybe I'll pick some today...but probably not.


Claire's nursery is still not finished.
I had all these big ideas and grand plans about the look and design of the nursery.  But once she came early, I haven't done an ounce of work in that room and it is not used at all since she currently sleeps in our bedroom.  It's kinda embarassing when people come to visit and want to see the nursery and it is still in shambles and unfinished.  Maybe I'll spend some time in there today...but probably not.

My thank you cards are still sitting in their box.
Remember three weeks ago when I confessed that I was still working on them?  Well, I haven't made much progress.  And now I just picked up 100 birth announcements to mail out.  Let me repeat myself - 100 birth announcements.  Am I crazy or what?  I might have all this done by the time Claire turns one ten.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Claire's Birth Story: Part Three

Here's Part One and Part Two of the Birth Story in case you missed it...

We arrived at the hospital around 10:00. As we were walking in, a strong contraction came on. By this time, they were arriving about every 5 minutes. I had to stop in the doorway and count it out. Since it was so late, we had to come in through the ER entrance. Because the ER nurses could tell I was in pain, they made me wait in a wheelchair for some from the family birth place to come down and whisk me away. While we were waiting, another preggo came in and said her water had broken as well. She was there with her husband and in the best of moods. She was smiling, laughing, joking around while I was clutching the arms of my wheelchair and kept me head curled down so no one could make eye contact and try to talk to me. I thought to myself, either she is a major warrior or I am the biggest wimp in the world.

We were whisked up to the Family Birthplace and went into the triage room.  A nurse gave me a robe and a cup and told me to go into the bathroom to change and provide a urine sample.  Easy enough, right?  WRONG.  I was having contractions every 3-4 minutes by this point and they HURT.  It was the stopeverythingyou'redoing and breathe it out kind of contraction.  So I'm in the bathroom trying to pee in the cup, wash my hands, get undressed and put on a robe.  And it is taking me FOR-EV-ER.  I think the nurse had to come check on me 3 times to make sure I was okay.  My biggest downfall - that stupid, stupid, stupid robe.  Now I'd like to think that I am a fairly smart girl - top of my class, Masters Degree, etc.  BUT I could not figure out how to snap on this robe for the life of me.  I finally gave up and wrapped it around my body the best I could and waddled myself back to the room.  I cried to the nurse that I couldn't figure out the robe and without missing a beat, she whisked that thing off of me and snapped it up and got me dressed the proper way.  Let's just say that any sense of modesty flew right out the window when I was standing there butt naked while she fixed my robe.  I guess that's what happens when you have a baby. 

After the robe fiasco, I had to wait for the doctor on call to come examine me.  Unfortunately, since I took so long with the robe the doctor was with the other lady who came in right after me.  Didn't they know I was there first?!?  So some time passes and the doctor arrives to check me out.  He confided in me that he wanted to see the other patient first because he didn't believe she was truly in labor and he was right - he sent her back home.  For a brief second, I felt joy knowing that I maybe wasn't quite the wimp I had made myself out to be.  She wasn't really in labor - no wonder she was so cheerful!  But that moment of happiness faded fast with the next contraction.  The doctor got all up in my business and told me that I was already dilated to 4 cm!!  4 cm!!  And that my baby had a lot of hair!  Isn't it crazy that he could tell me that my baby had a lot of hair?  I was half thrilled and half creeped out by the news.  He told me I was a "keeper" and that he knew I would be a keeper from the moment he first saw me because he could tell I was in pain.  Thanks Doc...

We got assigned a room and Patrick called our parents around 10:30 with the news that we were at the hospital.  Now this was the first that they had heard that there was even anything going on.  We didn't want to get them all excited if I wasn't really in labor.  Needless to say, my mama wasn't very happy when she learned that my water broke at 9:00 and she didn't get a phone call until 10:30.  Oops!

Once we were settled in a room a hospital adminstrator came by to offically admit me to the Birthcenter.  Luckily, we had already pre-registered at the hospital (highly recommend!) so they already had all of my information and copies of my insurance, etc.  I guess she just had to confirm that nothing had changed in the past month or so.  I was still having major contractions and couldn't talk through the pain.  She kept telling me to take my time, but let's face it - I didn't have all night.  Thankfully, I asked if Patrick could answer the questions on my behalf and she was perfectly alright with that.  He talked her through everything while I kept my eyes closed and tried to ignore the world. 

Stay tuned for Part Four....

Sunday, August 25, 2013

7 Quick Takes (4)



What's that you say?  These are supposed to be written on Friday?  My bad...a baby got in the way.  The same one who is currently sleeping in my arms forcing me to type with only one hand.  This may take awhile but I'm determined to get this posted before the weekend is over.


 
What did I miss on the blog last week?  Birthdays.  And lots of them.  My sister Marcy turned the big 3-0 the same day that Patrick's sister Liz celebrated her 25th.  My mom also turned 52 a few days later. Happy Birthday and much love to y'all.
 

We started cloth diapering two weeks ago and so far it has gone surprisingly well.  I am still working up a system for the whole process and will maybe write up a full post in a few weeks once I've worked out the kinks.  I have 3 different brands/types of cloth diapers so I will also review those once I've gotten some more use out of them.  So far, so good though.




I had my 6 week postpartum visit with my doctor on Friday.  Everything is going well except my tailbone which was fractured during delivery...ouch!  It still pops whenever I sit down and stand up.  The doctor said there is nothing he can do for me other than to wait it out.  Any ideas on how long that will take?  I've had about enough.


Random thing happened to me the other day. We have a french door refrigerator with the bottom freezer.  I had the freezer open and I was getting ice out of the bucket when a fresh batch of ice dropped - all over the floor under the fridge.  It was so strange.  I had to leave the drawer open and then crawl down and scrounge up the fallen ice cubes so they wouldn't melt and create a big puddle under my fridge.  I hope that never happens again because it was not fun.


Patrick took his first overnight work trip last week and left me and Claire to fend for ourselves.  I wasn't quite ready to brave a night alone with baby girl so we took a road trip to my parents house.  Thursday was my mom's birthday so she got to spend the day with her grandbaby.  It worked out perfectly.





I'll leave you with a picture of who else but my Claire Bear.  Here she is snuggled up on daddy after he got back from being out of town.





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Monday, August 19, 2013

Claire - One Month




Our baby girl is already one month old (and counting!)  I can't believe how fast that first month went.  She changes so much every day. 

One month stats:
8 pounds 5 ounces (25%)
20.5 inches (30%)

You gained almost 2 whole pounds since your first doctors visit a few days after you were born.  You also grew an inch.  The doctor was so impressed by your growth!  You are still on the petite side though - just like your mama.  

 Here is what I want to remember from her first month:


  • I didn't cry when you were born.  I always thought I would, but I was so wrapped up in a million emotions, I think I was just in awe.  
  • Your dad cried though - melted my heart.
  • I cried the day we brought you home from the hospital.  It was like I couldn't believe you were really ours and we were taking your home.  It was overwhelming to me.
  • You love to eat!  The boob buffet is always open and you can be quite the little piglet (hence the 2 pound weight gain).  I love watching you nurse - you make the cutest little faces and sounds.  You are so sweet.
  • You also love your fingers and your thumbs.  You are constantly trying to get them in your mouth.  It took a while, but you finally caught on to taking the pacifier.
  • You HATE bath time.  You scream and scream and scream - especially when it is time to wash your hair.  Hopefully you will start to like taking a bath soon, because we don't want the stinkiest baby on the block.
  • You love tummy time.  You are so good at lifting your head and moving it from side to side.  You also rolled over from your belly to your back once!  I was amazed.  You are such a strong little girl.
  • You like your swing but not the bouncy seat.  Daddy puts you in the swing before he leaves for work in the morning and you are so content.
  • You love being outside.  Any time that you start getting fussy, I just have to walk outside and you quiet down fast.  We go for a lot of walks during the day.  The weather has been so nice this summer.
  • You sleep in the rock-and-play sleeper on Daddy's side of the bed.  You have been such a good sleeper - sleeping up to 5 hours at a time.  The first few weeks we had to wake you up to eat every 3 hours but then we started letting you sleep longer.  It didn't take you long to distinguish night from day.  I am probably going to jinx us, but we have been so blessed by your sleep pattern.
  • You can rip some pretty loud toots for such a small little girl.  It shocks just about everyone who is within earshot of you.  
  • Big cousin Gavin hates it when you cry.  The first few times he saw you, he would cry whenever you would cry.  He didn't want to see you sad.  He is too afraid to touch you.  It is really funny.
  • You have so many faces and stretches.  I wish I could get photos of the stink eye, the spooky eyes, the Popeye face, the Superman stretch and the tiny lips face.  
  • You started smiling and I love love love to see a grin on your face.
  • You love being swaddled.  Daddy wraps you up the best.  Mommy is not very good at the swaddling.

We love you little Claire Bear!

Friday, August 16, 2013

7 Quick Takes (3)

 
 
Linking up with Jen again because it is Friday and that is what I do.
 
 
We got a new camera!  Hopefully this will improve my picture quality here on the old blog.  We bought the camera before Claire bear was born but I am just now getting around to testing it out.  Guess who my first subject was....






Every afternoon Claire and I take a walk when she gets fussy because she loves being outside.  On Wednesday our neighbor was outside with the kids she babysits.  The little boy - we'll call him J - was full of questions for me:

J - Is your baby a boy?
Emily - Nope.  She is a girl.  Her name is Claire.
J - Why do you dress her like a boy if she is a girl?
Emily - Ummm...well...we didn't know if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl so we got clothes for both boys and girls.  So I usually just have her wear whatever is clean.


Our handsome little guy...





J - How do you know that she is a girl?
Emily - Ummm...that is what the doctor told us.  That she was a girl.
J - Well how does the doctor know?
Emily - Ummm...the doctor is very smart and went to school so he knows those things.

And finally...

J - Why are you wearing pants?  It's summer and it is hot outside.
Emily - Umm....
J - Because they were clean?

Smart kid.


 Did you see Ashton Kutcher's speech at the 2013 Teen Choice Awards?  He encourages kids to be sexy in the form of being smart, thoughtful and generous.  He also advises to build a life, don't just live one.  Definitely worth the 5 minutes to watch.

If you have a minute, say a quick prayer for my cousin Cammie.  Her boyfriend Robert passed away last week after a long battle with a rare cancer.  He was just a few days shy of his 25th birthday.  Life is too short sometimes but we find comfort in knowing that he is in a better place. 


 
 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

These are my Confessions (2)

We are still getting the hang of this nursing thang.  We have been terrible at timing Claire's eating while we are away from the house.  This leads to unexpected pit stops like pulling off the highway at a truck stop, finding an empty strip shopping center in the rain and parking at the very end of the nursing home parking lot all so I can nurse in the backseat of the car....because she is hungry NOWWWWWWW!!!


I am an impatient burper.  Claire doesn't always like to burp and I don't like to make her.  At the hospital, one of the nurses told me that breastfed babies don't always need to burp as much as bottle babies.  I think I contorted that into meaning - it's okay if I just give her a few pats on the back and she doesn't burp - she's breastfed!  Unfortunately, no burps lead to the all-nasty spit-up while changing her diaper.  She gets me every time!  She doesn't burp, I'm in some hurry (why?  I don't know - not like I have anywhere to go) and so I lay her down to change her and she strikes.  She turns her head, spits up, lets it slide down her face and into her ear (gross!) and then proceeds to roll her head in the milky mixture until her hair gets all nice and soaked so then it can turn crusty when it dries (yuck!)  I hate crusty milk hair.


We have the stinkiest baby on the block.  Claire HATES HATES HATES bath time.  I don't know why - the water is an appropriate warmth and she gets to be a nakey baby.  She just screams and screams and screams - especially at the end when we are trying to wash said crusty milk hair.  Since bath time is so traumatizing to her (and us!) we have a tendency to put it off one more night.  We both know it needs to be done but neither one of us wants to bite the bullet and force the subject of disrupting a peaceful evening with a bath.  Let's see, today is Wednesday and we last gave her a bath on Sunday afternoon. It's time and I know it's time...

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Weekend Recap

Friday

Friday night Patrick and I went on a date...with Claire!  We hit up our old stomping grounds - Stefanina's.  Claire was a pretty good girl - we made it through most of dinner without a peep from her.  She did get a little fussy but as soon as daddy picked her up and held her, she was just fine.

 
 
 
Saturday
 
We had a lazy Saturday morning - I think we all slept in until almost 9:00!  Claire has been such a good little sleeper.  Patrick and I alternated between entertaining Claire and doing housework.  This place has really been neglected since her arrival so it felt nice to get more accomplished than just my daily dose of laundry and dishes.
 
Saturday evening, we had the young priest in our parish over for dinner.  Patrick grilled some chicken breasts and hot dogs.  Father Purcell enjoyed holding Claire and we ate and watched the Cardinals game.  It was a really nice time.
 
Sunday
 
Sunday morning my parent came up and met us for 9:00 Mass.  It was doughnut Sunday (my favorite!) so we all had some carbs and chocolate milk afterwards.  My parents stayed for lunch and my brother Brandon and his fiance came over as well.
 
Sunday afternoon, we went out to celebrate Patrick's cousin Emily's 30th birthday.  It was supposed to be a surprise party, but she was the first one to show up!  It was at her parent's house and she wanted to get their early to lay out by the pool and her husband couldn't talk her out of it.  The highlight of the afternoon was DQ ice cream cake - I know you're jealous.
 
Sunday evening we visited Patrick's friend Adam, his wife Tara and their little man Hudson.  This kid is seriously c-u-t-e!!  And the good news is, they are expecting their second bundle of joy in February!  We are so thrilled for them.
 
 
 
It was another busy weekend for Claire but we had such a great time visiting with lots of family and friends.


Friday, August 9, 2013

7 Quick Takes (2)

 

Joining up with Jen again over at Conversion Diary. 


 
Right now, baby girl is in the swing so I am trying to take full advantage of this precious time.  I've already managed to switch the laundry and pump and now I am eating breakfast and working on these quick takes.


What's for breakfast? 


 
 
Judge away...I had a weak moment in the cereal aisle at Wal-Mart.
 

Does anyone else in watch Whodunnit? on ABC on Sunday nights?  It's a murder mystery show Patrick and I have been enjoying.  It's a little over-the-top dramatic at times but it's a lot better than most reality TV shows out there.  It looks like you can watch full episodes on ABC's website.  It might be work checking out if you need something else to add to you TV regiment.  And in case you were wondering, Patrick & I think either Melina or Cris is the killer...


Baby girl is starting to get restless...I better wrap these up quick.



Speaking of baby girl - I definitely got peed on this morning.  She had a poopy diaper and I had her little legs lifted to wipe her bottom when I got a water fountain effect all over.  I guess there's a first time for everything.


I can't believe Claire is almost 1 month old!  She goes in for her next doctor's appointment on Monday and I can't wait.  Last time she was measuring in the 20-25th percentile for her age.  I feel like she has been eating a TON and starting to fill out.  I'm so interested in seeing how much she has grown.


TGIF!!  I feel like it's been a LOOOONG week here at home with Claire.  Patrick went to the Cardinals game Tuesday night and he had a work happy hour last night so we've had extra time alone together this week.  I am looking forward to a day of nothing tomorrow.  The only thing on our calendar is tentative dinner plans with the young priest at our parish.  We might fire up the grill and BBQ some chicken breasts tomorrow night if the weather cooperates. 



I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!!

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Guest Post - Heather Von St. James

Several months ago, Heather contacted me about writing a guest post detailing her struggles as a new mother.  Seeing as I am a new mother myself, I happily agreed.  Without further ado, here's Heather...





Embracing Life As a New Mother With Cancer

On August 4, 2005, when I was 36, my husband and I were overjoyed with the birth of our daughter, Lily. We were thrilled to share our firstborn with loved ones.

Unfortunately, this tender bliss was short lived.

I went back to work full-time 4 weeks after Lily was born. Not long after, I started to have no energy and was constantly tired. This could have been explained by new motherhood, but I was losing between 5 and 7 pounds a week. I felt something else was wrong.

Just 14 weeks after Lily's arrival, after undergoing a ton of tests, I was diagnosed with malignant pleural mesothelioma, a cancer in the lining of the lung, caused by asbestos exposure. I had been exposed to asbestos as a child without knowing it. The doctor gave me a prognosis of fifteen months to live if I refused treatment.

The news was devastating. What would Lily and my husband do without me? We made the decision together that we would do whatever it took to beat this. We chose the most drastic form of treatment offered to us, which took us from our home in Minnesota to Boston. On Feb 2, 2006, I underwent an extrapleural pneumonectomy surgery by one of the best mesothelioma doctors there is. This procedure involved the removal of the cancerous lung, as well as parts of the chest lining, heart lining, and half of my diaphragm. I endured 18 days in the hospital, and then two months of recovery followed by chemotherapy and radiation.

While undergoing treatment in Boston, Lily flew with my mother to her home in South Dakota, which was my childhood home. My parents have many friends and family who gladly volunteered to help out. I will never be able to truly express my gratitude to these people. They may not realize it, but they are a huge part of the reason that we were able to get through this. I missed many important firsts in Lily’s life. It was so hard to be away from her, but I knew deep down that she was in the best hands possible. I was trying to be the best mother I could under the circumstances; I was fighting to be there for the rest of her life.

Lily gave me a reason to continue the fight. As terrible as cancer is, it brought some good with it. Our family has a deeper appreciation for the sanctity of life now. We have seen how precarious it can be. My advice to anyone going through a tough time is to try to find the good, even in the worst situations.

 
If you want to follow more of Heather's story - check out her blog

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Claire's Birth Story: Part Two

In case you missed it - here is Part One of Claire's Birth Story...

Wednesday July 10th

I woke up this morning with contractions.  I knew that they had to be the real deal because they actually were painful.  The contractions were about 30-40 minutes apart and I laid in bed forever wondering what to do.  Should I go to work?  Should I stay home?  Should Patrick stay home?  We decided to both go to work and I promised to keep him in the loop with what was going on. 

By the time I got to work, the contractions had slowed down to only one per hour.  My boss was a little freaked out and he kept checking in on me throughout the day.  I downloaded a contraction timer app on my phone (best idea ever!) and sent Patrick updates from the app every time I had a new contraction.  I don't think Patrick has ever checked in on me so many times in one work day. 

I left work promptly at 4:30 and got home and lounged on the couch.  The contractions were coming about every 30 minutes by this time.  Patrick got home around 6:00 and we took a walk over to see my sister and her son Gavin.  According to Patrick, that was THE slowest walk he had ever taken. 

Around 8:00 we were eating dinner and the contractions were really picking up.  They were coming about every 8 minutes.  It was at this point that Patrick and I decided we were probably going to be heading to the hospital that night.  I decided to go take a shower so I would be ready to go when the time came.

We mangaged to snap this flattering photo before I hit the shower:



At 9:00 I was in the bathroom getting ready to take my shower when a strong contraction came on and my water broke.  Can you believe the good luck of that one?  I was actually in the bathroom!  Unreal.  I went ahead and took my planned shower while Patrick ran around the house like a chicken with his head cut off trying to pack our bags for the hospital.  I had a small semi-packed bag ready to go but it needed the bathroom essentials. 


Stay tuned for Part Three...


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

These are my Confessions

Patrick is going to the Cardinals game tonight...
and I am terrified of spending the WHOLE day/evening with Claire by myself.  By 5:00 I am counting down the minutes until Patrick gets home (usually around 6:00).  I love, love, love that little girl but sometimes every day I look forward to that moment when I can hand her off to her daddy for a few minutes.

I'm not sure I could be a stay-at-home mom.
For YEARS, all I wanted to do was have lots of babies (still do) and stay at home.  I would be Susie Homemaker and everything would be just peachy perfect.  After being home with a newborn for just 1 week on my own, my thoughts are quickly changing.  Every day I make a big to-do list and yesterday the only things I managed to accomplish were eating breakfast, pumping breastmilk, feeding Claire, changing Claire's diaper, holding Claire, playing with Claire, reading Claire a book, holding Claire, feeding Claire, changing Claire, eating lunch, 1 load of laundry (washed, dried and folded - not put away), feeding Claire, changing Claire, holding Claire, holding Claire, holding Claire, going for a walk with Claire....you get the point.  I don't know how other moms do it.  I just can't seem to find time to get anything done!

My guilty TV pleasure during the day:  Matlock
Yes, you heard me right - I record episodes of Matlock circa 1994 to watch while I am feeding Claire.  I can usually make it through one 1-hour program throughout the day.  Yesterday she was extra fussy and hungry and I was able to watch Matlock solve 2 thrilling mysteries.  Patrick thought it was hilarious when he saw Matlock on the DVR.  I guess I am my mother's daughter.  I am also NOT the intended audience based on the commercials shown during the programming - Life Alert, Colonial Penn Life Insurance, Medical Supply Company, etc. 

I still have a million bazillion thank you cards to write. 
I try to get 5 done and in the mail each day and at that rate I will be done NEVER.  It's terrible because I am a very grateful person, I just can't seem to make myself spend the little time I do have working on thank you cards.  Shame on me.  Want an even bigger confession? I still have a handful of thank you cards to send from my wedding back in November 2011!  Yikes!  I could make a million excuses why I never really finished those, but I won't.  I'm a horrible person.  So if you are reading this and haven't received a thank you card from my baby shower and/or wedding - PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE know that I really do appreciate whatever you gave us.   

I am a terrible friend.
You might have seen from yesterday's weekend recap that I saw one of my best friends from high school at the church picnic.  When I went up to hug her, I felt like she put a hand on my stomach to indicate the fact that I was no longer pregnant.  I happily told her that the baby was here! and Patrick was on his way over with Claire so we could show her off.  She looked at me kinda funny and it was in that moment that I realized she DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS PREGNANT.  Friend failure.  When I started college, I used to write Sister Mary Michael a letter every week.  I would tell her about my classes, life on campus, the funny quirks of my first roommate.  As the years went on, the letter writing became more infrequent and I am sad to say the last thing I sent to her was a Christmas card last year.  We didn't spill the beans about our pregnancy until January so I never let her in on the big news.  I guess I assumed that she probably heard it from someone else but I was very wrong.  I felt like such a terrible friend and I vowed to start writing her again to fill her in on my adventures with Claire. 

That's enough confessions for one day - plus it is time for baby girl to eat!

Monday, August 5, 2013

Weekend Recap

"Uncle" Steve came to visit on Friday.
He actually held Claire for more than 5 minutes but did pass her off as soon as she let out a yelp.  We went out to dinner Friday night with a bunch of Patrick's high school friends at Stefanina's. 



Claire had her first big girl bath.
Unfortunately, she still didn't like it.  We didn't have any pee or poop in the tub so that was a plus.
However, we still got the bloody-murder screams when it was time to wash her hair. 




We made Claire's first trip to Perryville.
Grandmama and Grandpa were so happy to see us.  So were uncle Grant, uncle Brandon, uncle Josh, aunt Marcy and almost-aunt Ashley. 




We went to the Seminary Picnic.
Saturday evening we met up with my girlfriends and their babies.  We got the most wonderful surprise by seeing a great friend - Sister Mary Michael.  No one knew that she would be in town this weekend so I was thrilled when Patrick pointed out the nun in full garb that was walking in the distance.


 
 
Great weekend but now back to the daily grind.


Friday, August 2, 2013

7 Quick Takes (1)

 

I'm trying something new today by linking up with Jen over at the Conversion Diary.  This format will give me the opportunity to give you all my random thoughts in a quick fire way.
 

My little angel is now 3 weeks old!  I can't believe that she has been in our lives for that long.  It seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital.  I'm working on writing out her birth story (if anyone cares to read it) but those will be separate longer posts.  There is so much I want to document about her early life before I forget. 


We had her newborn photos taken 2 weeks and there are sneak peak pictures up on Facebook.  They all turned out so good.  I can't wait to get the full CD of photos in the mail.  If you are in the St. Louis area, check out JHeart Photography.  Jen was wonderful to work with and has very reasonable prices.  Here are my favorites:






Did you see those pictures of that precious little baby?  I still can't believe she is mine.  I just can't wrap my mind around the miracle of her birth.  I carried that child for 9 months and now she is here.  God is good.

 

So, this being a mom thing is hard work.  Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love our little Claire Bear but being home alone with her all day can be tough.  Yesterday, we did some tummy time on her play mat, read a book, went for a walk and even took her first trip to the grocery store.  She really doesn't mind tummy time and she absolutely loves riding in her stroller.  If you want her to stop crying, just strap her in the car seat and take her for a ride.  Bad news is, mom can only walk for so long before she gets pooped.  And as soon as the stroller stops moving, she knows.  She's going to be a smart one.... 






The good news is, I have a great husband.  Wednesday was particularly rough - she was so fussy and wouldn't nap at all.  Patrick knew I was worn out and he came home with a slice of my favorite cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory.  Yum!  $8 never tasted so good. 


I packed up all my maternity clothes yesterday.  Okay, that's a slight lie - I did keep out one pair of maternity leggings because they are just SO comfortable.  I'm still up about 10 pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight, but I'm sure that will eventually fade away.  Even though I am able to squeeze into my favorite skinny jeans, my body is just not the same and I'm not sure it will ever be "normal" again.  Whatever normal really is.  It's just different and that probably makes me sound very vain but that's okay. 

I hope everyone has a great weekend!


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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Claire's Birth Story: Part One

Tuesday July 9th:
I had a prenatal visit with Dr Lawrence. He told us that I was almost completely effaced and almost 2 cm dilated. Another big improvement from the week before. He also said that the baby was in the perfect position for birth. I believe he called me "ripe". He scraped my cervix membrane to release a hormone that might help speed up labor. He also discussed the possibility of inducing labor on Tuesday the 16th or Thursday the 18th. I was not a big fan of the idea of inducing labor, especially before my due date of the 19th. I knew the baby would come when he/she was ready.  Little did I know that would be the very next day!
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