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Tuesday, October 6, 2009 at 10:03AM Azure Mae Scott
Born October 5, 2009, at 7:49 a.m.
8 lbs.
20.5 inches long
Amy & Azure are both doing well. This is Kelly (at Amy's request) posting. Amy said today, "I just keep being surprised that after every test, she is perfect in every way."
Perfect, indeed.
Now who wants to see some pictures? I thought so! (Thanks to Jim for taking the time to email them.)
Sunday, October 4, 2009 at 12:26PM So we tried Reagan on last week..to see how a little girl fits (and pretty much because Aidy & I dually adore her).
important on Aidan's list : Outside Play.
important on my list: Inside Chores.
She passed on both accounts. Just not *quite* sure I can produce a girl as cooperative as my sister's. Mandi is a much nicer human than I am.
Saturday, October 3, 2009 at 12:00PM We've been busy. This whole having a baby thing tends to rock one's world. Ours is no exception. My burning need for change and perfection (what Jim deems Nesting Phase 3.0) overtook the household about 2 months ago when...
The junk room became the office.
The office became Davyn's room.
Aidan gained his own room.
And the playroom became a nursery.
Ta-da! It sounds so simple written out in black & white Garamond 12 point font.
Not so.
Because then I got tired. About a month ago. The spirit was still willing, but my stamina so suddenly non-existent. So lots of folk have helped me get things in enough order for the big birth day (see picture overload below for a big peek at baby girl's ready room).
Speaking of that *birth* day, things haven't gone according to plan. My girl decided to nestle up (firm & permanent) in my ribs. So here we are at 38 weeks and she's still breech. Despite a hospital procedure and various home remedies. The only plus is that we now have an exact date & time, knowing that she will be in our arms Monday morning (oh so early!).
It has been somewhat of a curve ball. I was telling Jim that I've pored over pregnancy and birth books each time I'm coming up on delivery, but I've never paused for even a second on the cesarean sections. So here I am now, finally reading up on something I never before considered.
Slowly adjusting.
Shifting expectations.
The other mental adjustment was when I heard yesterday that children under 13 (siblings included!) are not allowed to visit patients in the hospital right now due to flu concerns. That broke my heart. Because my boys are older now & aware now & anxious Now. And I so want to introduce them to their sister. And I so don't want to miss seeing them for three whole days.
Of course, I realize that all of these concerns will fade quickly. Once we're all back..home..together. We (all 5!) will be nestling in for a long while.
So knock loudly if you plan to visit.
The doorbell doesn't work (thank heavens!).
And I'm sure we'll be more than a little self-absorbed. At my house.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009 at 09:15AM I'm frightened out of my wits to have a baby. I know that's not a popular (or particularly motherly) sentiment, but there it is. The ugly truth. Last night Jim piped up with "man, it's been almost five years since you last gave birth". That is a long time indeed. Considering that we've only been married for seven.
Yet. Birthing fear is at long last superceded by fear of being pregnant forever. Because I'm at that one-month-left spot where night sleep is elusive, day energy nonexistent, and body comfort impossible. And laundry must still be done. Somehow.
But enough complaining. I do also realize the enormous gift I'm being granted - a little life put under my protection. Another tiny human who will no doubt refine my rough. And soften all of our hearts. At once.
Lately I spend a lot of time wondering about her personality. Jim said something about her playing sports and I was shocked to realize that I had never considered that a girl of *mine* may actually have athletic inclinations. He was sure: "of course she will"...while I had only imagined raising a little bookworm mini-me. It was a sort of revelation (obvious though it seems)...she may not get my intensity or booklove or round nose. She may not be like me at all. The possibilities are infinite.
And perhaps Jim's right about her athleticism. She will have two sports-crazed brothers. And she's already a major mover. My head hits the pillow and that's when all four of her tiny limbs are set to motion. Last night I laid in bed watching the strange dance of my tight belly. For nearly 15 minutes it stretched and contorted at her whim. I clapped, then talked her into sleep.
It won't be long until my uterus will be freed of its tiny master, and the four of us entire will take over the dance to her demands. As anxious as I am to meet her, I'm equally anxious to watch her win the hearts of the men of my house. She will be an extraordinarily lucky girl surrounded by those three.
In that regard, just like me.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009 at 07:16PM What I did yesterday:
bird houses: $10 / bird: $.20 / paper: <$2 / flowers: $2 / paint:free
While my Melissa friend {very kindly!} sewed the edges on some extra-large receiving blankets (ones that can actually wrap up a human-sized baby).
Baby Girl's room is on its way...