How can 4 months seem like a lifetime.
It’s hard to imagine that just four months into parenthood it seems like a lifetime has past. We have long forgotten the struggles we went through to get here, which is a good thing. It means we have let go of the stress and bad memories to replace them with amazing events like a first giggle or a brilliant smile at 6 am when you wake him up for the day. It’s hard to find moments these days that are not magical in one way or another. Even the times that are less fun, like the first time he gets sick, represents a new chapter in our lives.
This month we did that first sick day. It was an interesting thing to get that call, and to inform work you have to go home, but not be sick yourself. Brayden could have cared less that he was sick, as he was just as smiley and happy and playful as always. I guess that’s a blessing of being sick when your this young, you don’t know that your sick, so you haven’t let learned how to milk it for all that it is worth. Another interesting thing about having a child that is sick … you can get it too. So far this month, John has received both a cold from Brayden as well as a virus. Isn’t he so good at sharing.
This month has had plenty of great developments as well. Beyond the giggle that melts your heart, he has a whole new personality that is developing. You can already tell that he will be a thinker, as so often you will find him staring at thing with a focused look, trying to take it all in. He is getting better about being able to play by himself and loves to jump around in the jumparoo and exersaucer. We will have our hands full when he starts to be very moble. He is scooting around on his stomach but its only a matter of time before he starts to crawl.
He has perfected the roll over from the tummy to the back. Often when we go to check in on him during a nap he has rolled over to his back and is staring up waiting for our reaction. He has gotten the rolling over to the tummy a few times as well, but that’s less frequent of an occurrence. The tummy rolling seems to be easier as he has super strong legs, which will destine him for great things in sports. We have already decided that he will be in soccer and basketball, as well as a few others to try.
We had a photoshoot and learned that despite the fun stage, its not the most conducive to taking pictures. He is too old to sleep through it and give super cute sleepy pictures, but too young to know about posing or care that a camera is pointed at him. Don’t get me wrong, there are still plenty of cute pics, but its going to be nice when we can bribe him with culvers to get a few extra good shots in before our time runs out.
Brayden is now 15 pounds and 26 inches long. He is 90% for height and 50% for weight. however for height and weight he is only in the 5th percentile. Dr says he is going to be long and lean.
It’s a wonder to think that about this time last year, we were figuring out that we were officially pregnant. How the world has changed.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Birth Story
I realize i never finished writing Brayden's birth story. So you all know that we went into the hospital on May 17th due to an interesting stress test. I immediately called into work to let them know that i wasn't going to be coming in for a while :) and give them the list of things that they needed to take care of (inform my temp, pick up our broken printer, and attend a meeting i was suppose to be a part of), lucky for me they were able to handle it all and i actually got scolded when i was responding to emails that day lol. I also tried to contact my parents as much to my poor planning they were in Chicago for the day at a conference (and i had agreed that i would wait to have the baby till they came back in 2 days, sorry mom and dad guess i lied) well since they were at the conference they weren't answering their phones. So i called and called and texted and called and finally emailed hoping they would get the message as i really didn't want them to miss this. they finally called me back (well actually she called john thinking i would be having contractions and not able to talk) and we explained what was going on and that they should come home but wouldn't need to rush home as it probably wouldn't be a baby until the next day.
Well when we went in we were told that i was going to be induced and i was hooked up to pictocin. The nurse forwarned us that it be take overnight before the real labor would start, and to setting in for a long process. I was on the pictocin to start the labor process for about an hour and supposedly was having contractions every 10 minutes (luckily i didn't feel them). when all of a sudden a nurse came in and took me off the pictocin and said the doctor would be in to see me shortly. John and i were a bit confused as to what was going on but we were completely OK with taking things as they came. This is when i called my mom and updated her on the situation and it was then decided that they would come home that day, but they had to figure out the train situation.
the doctor came in and explained that he had consulted with a few other doctors in regards to my unicorn uterus and it was decided that if i were to be induced there was a higher chance my uterus could rupture and cause many many problems. So instead of being induced i was put on the list for a c section. We were informed that there were a high number of c sections on the books for that day so we would have to wait a while. We were the 6th in line of 7 for the evening. It turns out we waited all day until 7:30 at night when it was finally our turn. It was about 6:30 when my parents finally arrived and my dad surprised me by coming home too. He was saying he was thinking about staying at the conference but knew he couldn't miss this even. So my guests and john and i hung out till it was c section time. It was a room full of loves ones eagerly awaiting the new arrival.
Finally, John and i were taken back to the operating room and john had to be dressed in his full scrubs (he sure did look cute in them) and i was taken into the OR alone to get my spinal and get prepped. The doctor and the nurses did a great job of keeping me calm and having me laugh and joke as they prepared things. It was finally time and John came in and sat down and i was cut open, it feels like it was only seconds until they were showing me my beautiful baby boy. i remember seeing him and having a tear fall down my cheek, i was so relieved and blessed that he came out so healthy and great. John informs me though that i was quite the bleeder as he stood up at one point and saw a pool of blood at the doctors feet and had to sit down before he passed out. After a while i finally had to ask the doctor if he was almost done closing me up as i was starting to feel some pressure on my insides, well turns out the doctor was playing around wanting to see first hand what a unicorn uterus looked like. Turns out the diagnosis was correct as the doctor verified.
Baby bray was born just a wiggly as he is today, and immedately peed on the nurse to say welcome to the world.
John went off with baby white (no name at that time) while i went off to the recovery room, since they had so many c sections that day babies could not be in the small recovery room as there were multiple moms there at the time. I took a bit of a nap in the recovery room coming off the drugs.
Baby bray was taken to the nursery to be cleaned up and have his vitals checked. He was given an apgar score of 9 wich is almost perfect. He got to see his daddy, grandma, and great grandma in the nursery windows. The only thing missing was a chance to see mommy.
when i was finally taken back to my room it was probably another 30 minutes until they brought the baby in. I remember asking john about every 5 minutes how much longer till i get to see him and hold him. when i finally did get to hold him it was such an amazing moment one that i will never forget. I then started to try to breast feed which is not an easy task and he did not take to it well either.
My parents then came back after going to dinner to meet their grandchild, they also brought Laura to meet him too. unfortunately the pictures came out blurry as we forgot to turn the flash on. The boy did get some greats gifts and he was already spoiled.
Its crazy to think that one moment we are a family of 2 and then next a family of 3.
John and i spent most of the day in shock as to what was happening, and that we were going to be parents that day. We watched tv and played online and even had some visitors, as Renee brought John dinner and then my grandparents showed up to keep us company too.
As we set our heads down to sleep that night, we wondered how we got so lucky, and wondered what the next few months would hold.
Well when we went in we were told that i was going to be induced and i was hooked up to pictocin. The nurse forwarned us that it be take overnight before the real labor would start, and to setting in for a long process. I was on the pictocin to start the labor process for about an hour and supposedly was having contractions every 10 minutes (luckily i didn't feel them). when all of a sudden a nurse came in and took me off the pictocin and said the doctor would be in to see me shortly. John and i were a bit confused as to what was going on but we were completely OK with taking things as they came. This is when i called my mom and updated her on the situation and it was then decided that they would come home that day, but they had to figure out the train situation.
the doctor came in and explained that he had consulted with a few other doctors in regards to my unicorn uterus and it was decided that if i were to be induced there was a higher chance my uterus could rupture and cause many many problems. So instead of being induced i was put on the list for a c section. We were informed that there were a high number of c sections on the books for that day so we would have to wait a while. We were the 6th in line of 7 for the evening. It turns out we waited all day until 7:30 at night when it was finally our turn. It was about 6:30 when my parents finally arrived and my dad surprised me by coming home too. He was saying he was thinking about staying at the conference but knew he couldn't miss this even. So my guests and john and i hung out till it was c section time. It was a room full of loves ones eagerly awaiting the new arrival.
Finally, John and i were taken back to the operating room and john had to be dressed in his full scrubs (he sure did look cute in them) and i was taken into the OR alone to get my spinal and get prepped. The doctor and the nurses did a great job of keeping me calm and having me laugh and joke as they prepared things. It was finally time and John came in and sat down and i was cut open, it feels like it was only seconds until they were showing me my beautiful baby boy. i remember seeing him and having a tear fall down my cheek, i was so relieved and blessed that he came out so healthy and great. John informs me though that i was quite the bleeder as he stood up at one point and saw a pool of blood at the doctors feet and had to sit down before he passed out. After a while i finally had to ask the doctor if he was almost done closing me up as i was starting to feel some pressure on my insides, well turns out the doctor was playing around wanting to see first hand what a unicorn uterus looked like. Turns out the diagnosis was correct as the doctor verified.
Baby bray was born just a wiggly as he is today, and immedately peed on the nurse to say welcome to the world.
John went off with baby white (no name at that time) while i went off to the recovery room, since they had so many c sections that day babies could not be in the small recovery room as there were multiple moms there at the time. I took a bit of a nap in the recovery room coming off the drugs.
Baby bray was taken to the nursery to be cleaned up and have his vitals checked. He was given an apgar score of 9 wich is almost perfect. He got to see his daddy, grandma, and great grandma in the nursery windows. The only thing missing was a chance to see mommy.
when i was finally taken back to my room it was probably another 30 minutes until they brought the baby in. I remember asking john about every 5 minutes how much longer till i get to see him and hold him. when i finally did get to hold him it was such an amazing moment one that i will never forget. I then started to try to breast feed which is not an easy task and he did not take to it well either.
My parents then came back after going to dinner to meet their grandchild, they also brought Laura to meet him too. unfortunately the pictures came out blurry as we forgot to turn the flash on. The boy did get some greats gifts and he was already spoiled.
Its crazy to think that one moment we are a family of 2 and then next a family of 3.
John and i spent most of the day in shock as to what was happening, and that we were going to be parents that day. We watched tv and played online and even had some visitors, as Renee brought John dinner and then my grandparents showed up to keep us company too.
As we set our heads down to sleep that night, we wondered how we got so lucky, and wondered what the next few months would hold.
Brayden is 2 months
As i sit down to finally write about Brayden's 2 month milestone we are actually closer to hitting the 3 month mark, but i will go back and remember what 2 months brought us.
Somewhere in between the one month mark and the 2 month mark i felt a huge change in how things were going. The saying that things have to get worse before they can get better is very true. It was about 6 weeks in that Brayden started having major "witching" times. He would be upset from about 6 until 10 as we tried for hours to calm him down and put him sleep. Brayden wouldn't nap during the day so by the time we were ready for him to go down for the night he was so overtired that all he would do was fight sleeping. Admittedly this was very very tough on John and I and we often would crash as soon as Brayden would totally exhausted. At this time we often would wonder how long this phase was going to last and if we could take it anymore.
Well i'm happy to announce that this phase really only last 2-3 weeks and then it was like the sun was shining all the time and our child was a happy boy. He started taking a morning nap, but still fought an afternoon nap. He would start fussing about 7 and it would only last an hour or 2 before he would go to sleep. I really think the morning nap helped him feel more rested.
Brayden is now full of smiles for his mom and dad. This is so amazing as i had no idea what a smile from a baby could do for my soul. when he smiles at me it is like every single frusteration that he gives us and every obstacle we crossed to have him is melted away and forgotten. It makes everything completely worth it.
Brayden and I have established a bit of a routine.
*He wakes up around 8 and i go in to a smileing baby who seems truly happy to see me.
*We then eat and play for an hour or two before he is ready for him morning nap.
*During his nap i work on getting some office work done, or even occasionaly doing housework (however more often than not i don't hehe)
*John usually comes home for lunch when Brayden is just waking up so he gets to enjoy some daddy, brayden bonding time as we eat lunch.
*Once john goes back to work brayden and i keep playing and watching tv (that boy loves his tv) and if we are luckly we may go out to have some fun in the afternoon.
*if we don't have afternoon plans i try to get Brayden to take an afternoon nap.
*John comes home and we do the whole dinner time
*Then we start trying to put him to bed.
Really i'm not entirely sure where my whole days goes as it seems i hardly leave the couch or the family room. But i do know that i am loving being home with Brayden now.
At this time i was going to work for a half day each friday. Brayden got to spend some quality time with his grandma's. We are so blessed to have so much help from our family in watching Brayden. This has really saved John from having to take vacation time or us having to pay for a babysitter. Working only in the office 1/2 day on friday is great as i get a ton of stuff done while i'm there but it also stinks as i continue to feel so far behind. I think i'm keeping up but just barely, but thats what my office should have known was coming seeing as i really didn't get any complete time off for my maternity leave.
Brayden is growing like a weed and is outgrowing lots of his clothes. I had to start packing away his newborn outfits,such as the one he came home from the hospital in. Looking at those outfits and looking at him i have no idea how he fit in them. Its sad i think that the first weeks were so hard and emotional for me that it makes it hard for 1me to remember how little he was.
At our two month appointment, we got to learn that Brayden has grown to 12 lbs 8 oz and comess into weight at the 65th percentile. With all things considered we are not suprised at the weight, as he seems to get heavier each day. But the fact that he is in only the 65th percentile is interesting. He was measured at a heighht of 24 inches, which puts him into the 86th percentile on that front. And from that standpoint, with as tall as he is, he is a rather slender boy in the grand scheme of things. I think he will be taking his height from the Koenigs side of the family as standing next to Michael and Kevin makes me realize that my "little" brothers make me feel little. At least my little boy won't make me feel little for quite a while.
Its time to enjoy this last month of time off as before you know it, we'll be back to work full time and getting to spend just a few hours a night with our boy awake.
Somewhere in between the one month mark and the 2 month mark i felt a huge change in how things were going. The saying that things have to get worse before they can get better is very true. It was about 6 weeks in that Brayden started having major "witching" times. He would be upset from about 6 until 10 as we tried for hours to calm him down and put him sleep. Brayden wouldn't nap during the day so by the time we were ready for him to go down for the night he was so overtired that all he would do was fight sleeping. Admittedly this was very very tough on John and I and we often would crash as soon as Brayden would totally exhausted. At this time we often would wonder how long this phase was going to last and if we could take it anymore.
Well i'm happy to announce that this phase really only last 2-3 weeks and then it was like the sun was shining all the time and our child was a happy boy. He started taking a morning nap, but still fought an afternoon nap. He would start fussing about 7 and it would only last an hour or 2 before he would go to sleep. I really think the morning nap helped him feel more rested.
Brayden is now full of smiles for his mom and dad. This is so amazing as i had no idea what a smile from a baby could do for my soul. when he smiles at me it is like every single frusteration that he gives us and every obstacle we crossed to have him is melted away and forgotten. It makes everything completely worth it.
Brayden and I have established a bit of a routine.
*He wakes up around 8 and i go in to a smileing baby who seems truly happy to see me.
*We then eat and play for an hour or two before he is ready for him morning nap.
*During his nap i work on getting some office work done, or even occasionaly doing housework (however more often than not i don't hehe)
*John usually comes home for lunch when Brayden is just waking up so he gets to enjoy some daddy, brayden bonding time as we eat lunch.
*Once john goes back to work brayden and i keep playing and watching tv (that boy loves his tv) and if we are luckly we may go out to have some fun in the afternoon.
*if we don't have afternoon plans i try to get Brayden to take an afternoon nap.
*John comes home and we do the whole dinner time
*Then we start trying to put him to bed.
Really i'm not entirely sure where my whole days goes as it seems i hardly leave the couch or the family room. But i do know that i am loving being home with Brayden now.
At this time i was going to work for a half day each friday. Brayden got to spend some quality time with his grandma's. We are so blessed to have so much help from our family in watching Brayden. This has really saved John from having to take vacation time or us having to pay for a babysitter. Working only in the office 1/2 day on friday is great as i get a ton of stuff done while i'm there but it also stinks as i continue to feel so far behind. I think i'm keeping up but just barely, but thats what my office should have known was coming seeing as i really didn't get any complete time off for my maternity leave.
Brayden is growing like a weed and is outgrowing lots of his clothes. I had to start packing away his newborn outfits,such as the one he came home from the hospital in. Looking at those outfits and looking at him i have no idea how he fit in them. Its sad i think that the first weeks were so hard and emotional for me that it makes it hard for 1me to remember how little he was.
At our two month appointment, we got to learn that Brayden has grown to 12 lbs 8 oz and comess into weight at the 65th percentile. With all things considered we are not suprised at the weight, as he seems to get heavier each day. But the fact that he is in only the 65th percentile is interesting. He was measured at a heighht of 24 inches, which puts him into the 86th percentile on that front. And from that standpoint, with as tall as he is, he is a rather slender boy in the grand scheme of things. I think he will be taking his height from the Koenigs side of the family as standing next to Michael and Kevin makes me realize that my "little" brothers make me feel little. At least my little boy won't make me feel little for quite a while.
Its time to enjoy this last month of time off as before you know it, we'll be back to work full time and getting to spend just a few hours a night with our boy awake.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
my new normal?
not sure when it happened, but sometime in the last month my new normal became much different than it use to be.
*I walk around with spit up on my shirt all day (not having realized it) and don't even care
*Its a good day if i don't get peed on
*Its a great day if i don't get poop on my finger (Yes i have stuck my finger in Brayden's poop more than once, while checking to see if his diaper needs to be changed)
*i can go days on end without showering and don't care if i smell
*spending a hour playing with Brayden the "so big game" (just raising his hands above his head)
*being able to function when only getting to sleep for 3 hours at a time
*being in my PJ's until noon, when John comes home for lunch and i finally get dressed
*going to target and being super excited to go to the baby clothes section instead of shopping for myself
*walking around "jiggling" a 10 pound weight for hours on end (yes it does get exhausting
*going to see family and no one could care if I'm actually there, I believe they think I'm just Brayden's driver
*having someone scream in my ear for a few hours each night
these are just some of the crazy things that i get to enjoy each and every day. This is my new normal and oddly enough i actually love each and every moment of it (poop on my finger included)
*I walk around with spit up on my shirt all day (not having realized it) and don't even care
*Its a good day if i don't get peed on
*Its a great day if i don't get poop on my finger (Yes i have stuck my finger in Brayden's poop more than once, while checking to see if his diaper needs to be changed)
*i can go days on end without showering and don't care if i smell
*spending a hour playing with Brayden the "so big game" (just raising his hands above his head)
*being able to function when only getting to sleep for 3 hours at a time
*being in my PJ's until noon, when John comes home for lunch and i finally get dressed
*going to target and being super excited to go to the baby clothes section instead of shopping for myself
*walking around "jiggling" a 10 pound weight for hours on end (yes it does get exhausting
*going to see family and no one could care if I'm actually there, I believe they think I'm just Brayden's driver
*having someone scream in my ear for a few hours each night
these are just some of the crazy things that i get to enjoy each and every day. This is my new normal and oddly enough i actually love each and every moment of it (poop on my finger included)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
The First Month
Its hard to believe that just a month ago, we were basking in the gift of parenthood and enjoying the lack of sleep that came with it. I can say that although we definitely enjoy parenthood, the lack of sleep gets old pretty fast. Its scary how quickly the first month has gone, as it seems like just yesterday we were wondering if this boy would ever be born after being so stubborn past his predicted April 14th arrival.
Brayden Roarke White, lets talk about that name a little bit. It is a combination of two of our top names, both that had their own middle name. Brayden Matthew vs Roarke Alexander is what it came down to in the hospital that day after welcoming baby white. The issue was that he didn’t look like a Roarke, at least not fully, so it became a choice of Brayden Roarke or Brayden Matthew. In the end the choice was his own, as we recited both names and he keep smiling whenever we said Brayden Roarke to him. Brayden means Brave and Roarke means champion, which is extremely fitting with everything that we went through to get him, and everything he went through to get to us, he is definitely our Brave little Champion.
The first month has had its ups and downs as I'm sure every new parent experiences. The hospital was excellent for so many reasons, but the most was a readily accessible team of people to answer your questions and give you helpful hints. Once you leave you still have people that are ready to give you hints, but not all hints and tricks are ones that you asked to get. Not to say that everyone gives you bad suggestions, but the reality is that we as parents are different then they were, so their choices may not align with our choices.
Arriving home for the first time was surreal, and really didn’t seem like it was anything more then playing house. Buddy was at Kristy’s parents, to avoid an extra focus for that first few days, and the cats, well they are and continue to be cats that most often could care less what was happening around them. I’m sure that will change when Brayden begins to crawl and grab hold of them.
The first non-hospital diaper change fully welcomed us to parent hood as not only did he pee during the change, he peed twice, and the second time all over himself (even a little in his mouth). I guess its good to start off rough, as its only going to get easier right … right? Having both of us off work for two weeks was helpful as we had time to figure out a sleep schedule. When we started, we attempted to share the duties, but both of us would be up, to keep the other company. I’ll admit that its very different now, with Kristy taking the first section of the night, as she is a better late night owl, and John getting the morning shift as he can get up at 4 and be functioning throughout the day.
We got a scare in the hospital, and ironically made our hearts skip a beat. Brayden was born with two small heart defects. When they tell you that your one day old has heart defects, there are no words that could summarize your feelings of despair and worry. I guess that’s best summarized to welcome to parenthood and let the worrying begin. Baby Bray had to have an Echo of his heart performed to see where the defects were, and how large or small they were as well. The test was not invasive at all, and we are told he slept through it all without any issue. The end result was finding out that he had two, one small, and one moderate. We were told to schedule an appointment with children’s hospital to have a neonatal cardiologist do further testing and they would be able to tell us what it meant for Brayden’s future. We got into Childrens the first week after and were blessed with the fact that the location and size were something that was so minor that we would never need surgery or drugs or anything. In fact even in that week, it looked like they were starting to heal and go away. The only follow up is to check back in six months to see if they are still present at all. There is no bigger relief then that moment when the Dr said, “your son is a healthy baby and you will never need to worry about his heart”.
In addition to lots of dr’s appointments, we also got to schedule and go to our newborn photoshoot. It was amazing to see the pictures and the photographer had a way with baby Bray that she was able to calm him instantly and pose him so many ways. It was fun to watch her work, and even gave us a few tips to go with.
Brayden has grown so much, as when he was born, he was 7 lbs. 9 ozs. He left the hospital at 6 lbs. 13ozs, and at his one month appointment was up to 9 lbs. 11 ozs. His pediatrician calls Brayden a little chow hound, but I think that’s a good thing as its better then not thriving. We have had our share of changes to the diet he got, as he was always hungry, so we had to supplement formula with the breast milk from the start. After a couple of weeks we had to change to purely formula as he was rejecting the breast, and even the formula we had to switch to a sensitive variety due to lots of painful gas and fussiness. We just recently change to soy formal as its supposed to be the easiest on the tummy, and so far its seeming to help his mood. Bray is definitely a boy however as with each loud, I mean truly loud, fart comes a goofy grin and look of joy.
Bray Bray’s growth has caused some interesting problems. He isn’t a fat baby, at least not universally. His head is large, lots of brains they say. And he is a long baby. So his onesies and shirts look very funny. For example his 0 to 3 months oneies are already something he barely fits into based on length, and is is only one month old. His shirts look more like belly shirts if we put him in the size he should be in. But when we attempt to use the 0 to 3 month pants, its like we could fit two of him in them and they fall right off. So I guess it will be interesting making an outfit out of newborn pants with 3-6 months shirts.
Brayden is gowning up so fast. We can already see a personality being to develop and we are definitely in for a handful. When he is hungry, he will let you know and moves his little arms and legs to ensure you pay attention to the flailing baby. When he sleeps, he prefers to be on his tummy, and watch out as he is a drool-er. He likes to be sung to, as well as being outside. He does not like to be on the floor aka not in someone’s arms, and most often will tell you all about it if you even try. He has super strong legs so if you put him on tummy time, he can flip himself over and show you who’s boss. His tear’s have come in and let me tell you its one thing to resist a crying baby, but to see a baby with alligator tears is twice as hard. He can scream so hard that he doesn’t breath, for what as parents seems like a lifetime, but in the end he will take a breath, so don’t worry too much. He likes the mobile in his crib, but since it is on a wind up motor, your stuck there for at least 10 minutes if your trying to use it as entertainment. He still hasn’t mastered what is night and day, but one thing he does know, is that no matter what time of the day, its always Brayden time.
The first month has been an amazing ride, and we are ready for month 2 and beyond. Our miracle has become a reality, even if sometimes we feel like babysitters waiting for some invisible parents to come home.
Brayden Roarke White, lets talk about that name a little bit. It is a combination of two of our top names, both that had their own middle name. Brayden Matthew vs Roarke Alexander is what it came down to in the hospital that day after welcoming baby white. The issue was that he didn’t look like a Roarke, at least not fully, so it became a choice of Brayden Roarke or Brayden Matthew. In the end the choice was his own, as we recited both names and he keep smiling whenever we said Brayden Roarke to him. Brayden means Brave and Roarke means champion, which is extremely fitting with everything that we went through to get him, and everything he went through to get to us, he is definitely our Brave little Champion.
The first month has had its ups and downs as I'm sure every new parent experiences. The hospital was excellent for so many reasons, but the most was a readily accessible team of people to answer your questions and give you helpful hints. Once you leave you still have people that are ready to give you hints, but not all hints and tricks are ones that you asked to get. Not to say that everyone gives you bad suggestions, but the reality is that we as parents are different then they were, so their choices may not align with our choices.
Arriving home for the first time was surreal, and really didn’t seem like it was anything more then playing house. Buddy was at Kristy’s parents, to avoid an extra focus for that first few days, and the cats, well they are and continue to be cats that most often could care less what was happening around them. I’m sure that will change when Brayden begins to crawl and grab hold of them.
The first non-hospital diaper change fully welcomed us to parent hood as not only did he pee during the change, he peed twice, and the second time all over himself (even a little in his mouth). I guess its good to start off rough, as its only going to get easier right … right? Having both of us off work for two weeks was helpful as we had time to figure out a sleep schedule. When we started, we attempted to share the duties, but both of us would be up, to keep the other company. I’ll admit that its very different now, with Kristy taking the first section of the night, as she is a better late night owl, and John getting the morning shift as he can get up at 4 and be functioning throughout the day.
We got a scare in the hospital, and ironically made our hearts skip a beat. Brayden was born with two small heart defects. When they tell you that your one day old has heart defects, there are no words that could summarize your feelings of despair and worry. I guess that’s best summarized to welcome to parenthood and let the worrying begin. Baby Bray had to have an Echo of his heart performed to see where the defects were, and how large or small they were as well. The test was not invasive at all, and we are told he slept through it all without any issue. The end result was finding out that he had two, one small, and one moderate. We were told to schedule an appointment with children’s hospital to have a neonatal cardiologist do further testing and they would be able to tell us what it meant for Brayden’s future. We got into Childrens the first week after and were blessed with the fact that the location and size were something that was so minor that we would never need surgery or drugs or anything. In fact even in that week, it looked like they were starting to heal and go away. The only follow up is to check back in six months to see if they are still present at all. There is no bigger relief then that moment when the Dr said, “your son is a healthy baby and you will never need to worry about his heart”.
In addition to lots of dr’s appointments, we also got to schedule and go to our newborn photoshoot. It was amazing to see the pictures and the photographer had a way with baby Bray that she was able to calm him instantly and pose him so many ways. It was fun to watch her work, and even gave us a few tips to go with.
Brayden has grown so much, as when he was born, he was 7 lbs. 9 ozs. He left the hospital at 6 lbs. 13ozs, and at his one month appointment was up to 9 lbs. 11 ozs. His pediatrician calls Brayden a little chow hound, but I think that’s a good thing as its better then not thriving. We have had our share of changes to the diet he got, as he was always hungry, so we had to supplement formula with the breast milk from the start. After a couple of weeks we had to change to purely formula as he was rejecting the breast, and even the formula we had to switch to a sensitive variety due to lots of painful gas and fussiness. We just recently change to soy formal as its supposed to be the easiest on the tummy, and so far its seeming to help his mood. Bray is definitely a boy however as with each loud, I mean truly loud, fart comes a goofy grin and look of joy.
Bray Bray’s growth has caused some interesting problems. He isn’t a fat baby, at least not universally. His head is large, lots of brains they say. And he is a long baby. So his onesies and shirts look very funny. For example his 0 to 3 months oneies are already something he barely fits into based on length, and is is only one month old. His shirts look more like belly shirts if we put him in the size he should be in. But when we attempt to use the 0 to 3 month pants, its like we could fit two of him in them and they fall right off. So I guess it will be interesting making an outfit out of newborn pants with 3-6 months shirts.
Brayden is gowning up so fast. We can already see a personality being to develop and we are definitely in for a handful. When he is hungry, he will let you know and moves his little arms and legs to ensure you pay attention to the flailing baby. When he sleeps, he prefers to be on his tummy, and watch out as he is a drool-er. He likes to be sung to, as well as being outside. He does not like to be on the floor aka not in someone’s arms, and most often will tell you all about it if you even try. He has super strong legs so if you put him on tummy time, he can flip himself over and show you who’s boss. His tear’s have come in and let me tell you its one thing to resist a crying baby, but to see a baby with alligator tears is twice as hard. He can scream so hard that he doesn’t breath, for what as parents seems like a lifetime, but in the end he will take a breath, so don’t worry too much. He likes the mobile in his crib, but since it is on a wind up motor, your stuck there for at least 10 minutes if your trying to use it as entertainment. He still hasn’t mastered what is night and day, but one thing he does know, is that no matter what time of the day, its always Brayden time.
The first month has been an amazing ride, and we are ready for month 2 and beyond. Our miracle has become a reality, even if sometimes we feel like babysitters waiting for some invisible parents to come home.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Why yes, the 17th of may sounds like a great birthday
So we are finally here. It seemed like it would never happen after two years of trying, a few failed iui, and the long shot of ivf. Then after being pregnant and being told as early as april 14th, the delivery date seemed to always be "next week". Althought we knew it would happen at some point, i think everyone in our lives, including us, wondered, is this boy every going to come out and meet the world?
We can all stop wondering, as today, May 17th, we will be getting a C-Section and get to meet our little baby boy.
This morning we started the day like any other, with getting ready for work, getting dressed all nicely, well at least me, as john can wear whatever. And we have a super minor non-stress test that was more of a precaution then anything else. Last week the Dr thought they might have seen something, which caused a number of tests and found in the end that there was nothing to worry about. That however including scheduling a few non-stress tests that the dr said might as well go though with even though we look good on all the other tests.
The stress test seemed fine, expect for the boy moving around so much that the nurses couldnt consistantly get his hearbeat. For those that dont know what a non stress test is, its when they hook up a number of monitors to your pregnant belly to monitor the babys heartbeat and kicks. Our boy will defaintly be a soccer player, as he kicks like the dickens, but everything was looking fine for the test, except that it was hard to get he heartbeat at times.
I guess the boy is ready to come out as well, as he knew what he needed to do (avoid the heartbeat monitor) to get the doctor to say "well, your far enough along, that i think it would be a good idea to have this boy, to be on the safe side." Those words were to my ears like a smooth sweet chocolate to my lips.
Finally, we have a plan, a date, and a knowledge that by tomorrow, we will be parents of a baby boy. We will update again we are sure, but right now its just a waiting game as there are 2 c-sections still in front of us, and at one time there was 4 ahead of us. So i guess the 17th of May is a good day to welcome a boy into this world.
We can all stop wondering, as today, May 17th, we will be getting a C-Section and get to meet our little baby boy.
This morning we started the day like any other, with getting ready for work, getting dressed all nicely, well at least me, as john can wear whatever. And we have a super minor non-stress test that was more of a precaution then anything else. Last week the Dr thought they might have seen something, which caused a number of tests and found in the end that there was nothing to worry about. That however including scheduling a few non-stress tests that the dr said might as well go though with even though we look good on all the other tests.
The stress test seemed fine, expect for the boy moving around so much that the nurses couldnt consistantly get his hearbeat. For those that dont know what a non stress test is, its when they hook up a number of monitors to your pregnant belly to monitor the babys heartbeat and kicks. Our boy will defaintly be a soccer player, as he kicks like the dickens, but everything was looking fine for the test, except that it was hard to get he heartbeat at times.
I guess the boy is ready to come out as well, as he knew what he needed to do (avoid the heartbeat monitor) to get the doctor to say "well, your far enough along, that i think it would be a good idea to have this boy, to be on the safe side." Those words were to my ears like a smooth sweet chocolate to my lips.
Finally, we have a plan, a date, and a knowledge that by tomorrow, we will be parents of a baby boy. We will update again we are sure, but right now its just a waiting game as there are 2 c-sections still in front of us, and at one time there was 4 ahead of us. So i guess the 17th of May is a good day to welcome a boy into this world.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Happy mothers day to all!
Although the boy has not joined us yet, He did make sure that I had a great Mothers day.
Here is the letter i woke up to today
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Dear Mommie,
I know that you wish I was able to play with you, and I’m trying, but I think with each movement I try, it hurts you. I don’t mean to hurt you mommie, I just want you to know that I’m here, and I love you so much. I dream of you so often, and can’t wait to meet you. I have been working hard to become strong so I will able to meet you soon. I know your smell, I know your warmth, I know your touch. It’s you who I want to meet, and It’s you who I will always go to for comfort.
Although I’m not out of your womb yet, please know that you deserve this day as much as any other mother. You have already taken care of me, kept me warm, kept me safe, and done all of it with putting my safety above your own. You were my mother from the start of time, and I was your baby from the second you met daddy. I know a little about fate, as there isn’t much to do in here but think and sleep. And I am your fate, just as you are mine, we have waited forever to meet, but we will be together forever from now on.
Daddy tells me that you hoped I would be in your arms by now, so I’m sorry. No tv for me for at least a week after I’m born I promise. And no computer time either. I’ll try to listen better as I get older, but daddy told me boys will be boys, so I might not succeed. I wrote you something, to show you how much I love you.
I know you are excited,
You want me to come out and play,
But for some reason,
In your womb I stay.
It’s because your womb is perfect,
It’s super warm, and safe,
Although it’s getting a little tight,
And I think I’m starting to chaff.
I’m the miracle,
At least that’s what you say,
But for me it’s you,
I want to show you today.
It’s you who struggled,
And it’s you who gave me life,
It’s you who got poked and prodded,
And it’s you who went under the knife.
I will never question if I was wanted,
I will never ask if you care,
You have shown me already,
Everything has always been there.
I love you more than tongue can tell,
I love you more than heart can hold,
I love you more than I can say,
So have an Amazing Mother’s Day!
Love
Your Little Monkey
Here is the letter i woke up to today
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Dear Mommie,
I know that you wish I was able to play with you, and I’m trying, but I think with each movement I try, it hurts you. I don’t mean to hurt you mommie, I just want you to know that I’m here, and I love you so much. I dream of you so often, and can’t wait to meet you. I have been working hard to become strong so I will able to meet you soon. I know your smell, I know your warmth, I know your touch. It’s you who I want to meet, and It’s you who I will always go to for comfort.
Although I’m not out of your womb yet, please know that you deserve this day as much as any other mother. You have already taken care of me, kept me warm, kept me safe, and done all of it with putting my safety above your own. You were my mother from the start of time, and I was your baby from the second you met daddy. I know a little about fate, as there isn’t much to do in here but think and sleep. And I am your fate, just as you are mine, we have waited forever to meet, but we will be together forever from now on.
Daddy tells me that you hoped I would be in your arms by now, so I’m sorry. No tv for me for at least a week after I’m born I promise. And no computer time either. I’ll try to listen better as I get older, but daddy told me boys will be boys, so I might not succeed. I wrote you something, to show you how much I love you.
I know you are excited,
You want me to come out and play,
But for some reason,
In your womb I stay.
It’s because your womb is perfect,
It’s super warm, and safe,
Although it’s getting a little tight,
And I think I’m starting to chaff.
I’m the miracle,
At least that’s what you say,
But for me it’s you,
I want to show you today.
It’s you who struggled,
And it’s you who gave me life,
It’s you who got poked and prodded,
And it’s you who went under the knife.
I will never question if I was wanted,
I will never ask if you care,
You have shown me already,
Everything has always been there.
I love you more than tongue can tell,
I love you more than heart can hold,
I love you more than I can say,
So have an Amazing Mother’s Day!
Love
Your Little Monkey
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