Archive for October, 2006
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Well, this pregnancy seems to be getting nowhere. I was reading a book a few days ago that had a quote comparing something the heroine was going through to the last few weeks of pregnancy, where it felt like the baby would never come, and you were going to be the size of a barn and unable to bend over for the rest of your life! I could totally relate.
But, just to let you know, if I do not have this baby by Monday, we will set up a schedule for me to be induced. I’d rather not have to do this, but it is nice to know I won’t be pregnant indefinitely! So, I’ll have some sort of update by then I’m sure!
(Also, I’m starting to think I may have a Halloween baby…mostly because early in my pregnancy I made so much noise about not caring when she was born as long as she wasn’t born on Halloween. So…well, you know how that works. Luckily, I have a good friend who just stated we could call her Pumpkin if she was. I think this works! )
But, since being pregnant is so all I think about. I thought I’d share some of the more interesting things that happened with my last two pregnancies! Nothing yucky…just a few amusing stories! And I promise I have some actual post ideas rolling around in my head. One day I might actually get to those (on working parents, dinnertime as a family and other sorts of things).
When I was pregnant with my daughter Shiloh, my oldest, I played in a basketball tournement in Brussels, Belgium. In between jet lag and ball games you could find me sacked out on the gym floor with my pitifully swollen feet propped on gym bags or bleachers. I took naps in a shopping mall, the airport on a dolly with our teams luggage, and many other interesting places. But I did get to see some lovely architecture, eat some magnificent chocolate, visit the place where Napeleon was finally defeated at Waterloo, see the sculpture of Madonna and Child, buy my coming daughter the most gorgeous baby dress covered in handmade Belgian lace, and ride through the canals of Brugge, looking at all the marvelous churches. It was a blast. Just wish I hadn’t been so tired.
When my son was born, they of course, let me hold him for awhile in the labor and delivery room before they gave me my own room. They took him to give him a hearing test, clean him, and all the other things they do to newborns while they got me settled in my room. Then they brought him to me again. I had a visitor come and I was showing off my baby. The visitor commented that he had just seen Landon in the nursery and was surprised at how fast they got him to me. At the same time, I was noticing some red birthmarks on the baby’s head that I hadn’t noticed before. Of course, I’d just given birth and it was in the wee sma’s of the morning that I had been admiring my son.
I undo the folds of the blanket to check the feet (my son had incredibly long feet for a baby) and I noticed the hospital tag. Believe it or not, this baby did not belong to me! It was a girl! I buzzed the nurses and you should have seen the commotion. They were so apologetic. I was not concerned….I was more amused. I am glad they tag babies well though! And it is funny to think what would have happened if I’d discovered the mistake during a diaper change!
When I was pregnant with my daughter I read all about how mothers sometimes are disappointed in the appearance of their newborns. They expect instant Gerber babies with round rosy cheeks, beautifully shaped heads, and perfect complexions. So I prepared myself for all possibilities. I would expect a cone headed, jaundiced baby with baby acne. Then I wouldn’t be let down. And then the doctor’s handed me the most beautiful baby girl imaginable! Her complexion was lovely, she was just the right amount of baby chubbiness with dimpled fingers and chin, a perfectly rosy little mouth, huge round eyes that were alert and looking around, framed in amazing lashes….all a mother could ever dream of. People went on and on about how lovely she was.
Of course, I decided then that I, of course, just make beautiful babies. So…no preparing for the worst with my son. He of course, would be all I could hope for. My son was born, and the doctor placed him in my waiting arms…..
But this could not be my child! This child was red – and so skinny his skin was hanging off his bones. He looked like a concentration camp baby. His fingers and feet were extremely long and bony. Not a dimple to be found. And let’s not discuss complexions. As well, he had the slantiest (is that a word?) eyes that looked like little slits in his skinny face.
Although my kids were very close in weight, my son was about six inches longer than my daughter. Who would have known that could make such a huge difference in looks!
Maybe this story sounds mean. I think it’s funny. I, as you probably know, think my son is absolutely gorgeous now! He just took a little getting used to in the beginning. He’s turned out nicely though, if I do say so myself.
When I was pregnant with my son, I fully expected my inquisitive three year old daughter to ask all the embarrassing questions about how the baby comes out, etc. To my surprise, and delight, she never asked. When my son was six weeks old and I had to go back to the doctor for my check-up, I left both kids with a good friend who had an apartment near the clinic I was going to. When I picked up my children, my friend informed me that the reason Shiloh had not bombarded me with questions was because she had figured everything out for herself.
I gave her a confused look and she filled me in. While I was at the doctor’s appointment, Shiloh informed my friend that her mother had gone to the hospital and the doctor had pulled a baby brother out of her mouth.
Shiloh does know how babies get here now. Her love for animals and reading and watching everything she can about them helped her figure this one out with only a little help and explanations from her mother.
Now, I wonder what Landon’s been thinking……?
Things I did during my first two pregnanies:
*Play in a basketball tournament
*Continue jogging daily
*Continue bike riding daily
*Play in the ocean during Hurricane Danny
*Hike up part of Stone Mountain
*Jet ski riding
*DisneyWorld (and riding all the rides)
*Play ultimate frisbee (a truly marvelous game)
*Inline skating…ramps and the works
*Be the maid of honor in a wedding
*Worked or went to class (college) up to the day I went in labor
Things I’ve done during my third pregnancy:
*take long bubble baths
*read a lot of books
*rest on the couch
*have my husband and kids fetch anything I needed/wanted
*sit down to teach all day(for the first time ever!)
*take off work more than a week before the baby is born
Yes, I’m definitely older!
And, just out of curiousity, how did you other mothers deal with questions from your older kids about where babies come from, how they get from mommy’s tummy into the world, and breastfeeding? Do you have any advice on answering these questions? Just trying to get ready. I’m sure my five year old will soon be asking…..I do hate those kind of questions!
Also, feel free to share any great pregnancy stories. Looks like I’ve got time to read ‘em!
This week is Red Ribbon Week (Drug Awareness) at school. The kids were allowed to wear shades to school today. My kids don’t own any (because every time I buy them a pair they get lost within 24 hours) so they borrowed from the grown-ups.
I thought they looked rather stunning! And Landon’s hair….isn’t it the greatest? And wasn’t it nice of me to let Shiloh borrow one of my favorite things in the world? She was warned her life would not be worth living if she came home from school without those sunglasses!! I’m such a loving mother!
The weather has turned decidedly cooler. And although it’s unlikely that it will last more than a few days it is making me want snuggly blankets and hot cocoa.
I’ve been admiring this ragweed from my kitchen window for a week now and finally decided to get close enough for a picture whether I sneezed my head off or not! It’s very pretty….too bad it makes pollen look nice!
And here are some berries growing in my backyard. I cannot remember what they are (just that you can’t eat them) but I used them when I was a kid to make the most magnificant purplish pink dyes! I don’t think my mother appreciated them like I did!
I’ve had a few requests for updates….
I guess it’s mean of me to disappear without any news….leaving you all to believe I’m in the hospital holding an infant daughter snuggled in those lovely soft recieving blankets.
I wish that were true. I do have a question for all you ladies who have had contractions for, well….forever? Exactly how long can you have contractions between eight and ten minutes apart before they actually speed up? Can this go on for two more weeks???
We were pretty sure it was getting time to go yesterday. My contractions became significanlty more painful (even though from past experience I know not painful enough) and as close as six and five minutes occasionally….but on an average of eight to ten minutes. My kids spent the night at my sister’s…so sure we were that last night was the night.
But it’s 10:00 a.m. and there has been no change. Except the impatience level around the house has increased drastically.
I promise a baby post as soon as there is a baby to post about. It is one of Josh’s jobs as soon as he’s able. I won’t leave you guys hanging. If you don’t see me around you can make the assumption that I’m laying on the couch and tediously keeping track of contractions.
Sometimes your kids drive you absolutely nuts. And then you have those moments that make you so proud you could eat them up. My daughter has had a week that has made me very proud to call her mine….
First, she is in a class with a bully. Shiloh’s pretty thick-skinned as far as kids go. And this bully hasn’t targeted her in particular….the girl is just equally mean to all. I feel like her teacher is handling most of the situations as well. (Shiloh has reported that after several instances this girl has been written up, etc. So I do not feel like the situation is out of control.)
Shiloh’s teacher encourages her students to write her notes whenever they have a problem or something they would like to speak with her about. Shiloh had informed me of several times in which she had taken advantage of this opportunity. Shiloh is very happy in her class this year and really likes her teacher. I am happy about the way things are going in her class.
Recently, Shiloh, in a letter asked her teacher if she would be allowed to speak with this bully outside the classroom privately for a few minutes each morning. She told the teacher she thought she knew something that would help her. When Shiloh told me she had done this and recieved the permission needed I asked her what she wanted to speak with this girl about. (I’m afraid I’ve told her to just stay away from the girl as much as possible.)
Shiloh told me that she thought this girl would change if she became a Christian. Her plan was to share Jesus with this girl.
I was very proud. I did warn Shiloh that the decision to become a Christian was still this girl’s and she may not be too keen on the idea. But I told her I thought she was doing a great thing.
Unfortunately, the conversation didn’t go too well. The girl told Shiloh she had heard about Jesus already and went into the classroom before Shiloh could mention anything else. Undaunted by this girl, my child approaches her again at P.E. for another attempt. This time the girl tells Shiloh that what she believes is a bunch of fairytales from a long time ago.
My apologist husband is feeding Shiloh with responses for this child for the future!
So, that was number one.
Also, last night, Shiloh impressed me with a bit of “not exactly eight-year-old wisdom”. When I went to pick her up from children’s choir last night at church, the kids were rehearsing a program on the stage. I looked for Shiloh in the crowd of kids but could not find her. When the class was dismissed, I approached one of the teachers to find out where Shiloh was. She told me Shiloh was in the choir room, crying, and wouldn’t talk to anyone.
I went to get my (sometimes dramatic) child and could tell she had been crying. She hugged me as soon as she saw me and said she was ready to go home. When I asked her what was wrong she didn’t want to talk about it at church. Could she tell me later?
I finally got her to tell me what happened. She has missed the last three or four weeks of Wednesday night children’s choir. There was a boy in attendance last night that had missed two weeks of choir. The director went on about how great it was to have him back and how much he was missed and didn’t mention anything to Shiloh. Shiloh told me she felt like noone missed or cared about her and broke into tears again, saying she didn’t want to ever go back to choir again.
Well, Shiloh was a bit of a basketcase at the time so I hugged her and told her we would discuss it later. I had plans on explaining that we didn’t just stop going to church because our feelings were hurt and how her choir teacher didn’t intentionally hurt her, how we needed to show grace, etc.
When I went to tuck her in last night I told her I wanted to talk to her about choir. Before I could continue, Shiloh interrupted and said,”Mom, I really do want to go back to choir. I don’t know what was wrong with me tonight. I think I was in one of those moods where little things seem really big at the time. Usually what happened tonight wouldn’t have bothered me very much but for some reason, I got sad and just couldn’t stop crying. Even when I wanted to! I’m really okay and know that noone was trying to hurt my feelings.”
I just looked at this child and wondered where on earth she came from. I know grown women who don’t get hormones and here is my child basically telling me what I was planning on telling her!
When she said her bedtime prayers, she thanked God for a mother who helped her understand her temper tantrum! (I’m not sure I helped at all but I thought the sentiment was sweet.)
Yes, I’m a proud mother. But oh! I don’t know if I’m ready for this kid to be quite so grown-up.
Last night I had reason to believe I might be in labor. Although I didn’t feel like I was in labor (very mild and very few contractions are all I’ve had so far) we felt I should go to the hospital. So, we packed up, brought the kids to my sister and headed out.
Unfortunately, it was a false alarm. But we did have to stay all night in the hospital. I forgot how uncomfortable the beds were! And poor Josh had an awful little couch to sleep on. Every time I rolled over or moved the monitor hooked up to show the baby’s heartbeat would slide and start picking up my heartbeat. The nurses were in my room constantly readjusting it! After I was let go at about 9 this morning I came straight home to get some real rest! (Note to self: pack your own pillow for the trip to the hospital. Hospital pillows are NO good!)
The good news is that Rebekah’s health is very impressive. They said she is doing wonderfully and think I am as well. So far, my babies have always been healthy and so have I but it is still nice to hear how well things are going.
Oh….surely it won’t be much longer! I’m afraid I’m not very patient!
I’ve tried not to blame too many things on being pregnant. I’ve always been scatterbrained and clumsy. So I’ve tried not to use the “pregnant brain” excuse too much. But today, I goofed. And I blame it on the baby!
I was supposed to go to the doctor tomorrow. I have the appointment card and everything. Right in front of me. I need to take leave from work to go….but just for part of the day. I fill out my leave for today and go to the doctor today! I really don’t know what I was thinking. Or how I managed to fill out the wrong date and show up on the wrong date all while looking at the right date on my appointment card.
So when I show up at the doctor’s office, the very nice reciptionist informs me that I have the wrong appointment. I think she can tell I’m a bit annoyed (not at her) and asks if it would be complicated to come back the next day. “Yes, it would” I say. I hate taking off work too much. Well, I guess I don’t hate it, I just feel guiltly about it!
She says she may can squeeze me in with another doctor…my doctor is doing a C-Section at the hospital. So I consent. I do not like seeing another doctor, but I hate the idea of driving through all the traffic and taking off work tomorrow. Come to find out, the doctor I’m going to see is a deacon at my church. A very nice fellow, whom I really like but ahhhhh! This doesn’t bother some people…but it DOES bother me. (I’m in my last month and getting checked each week. I sit behind this man in church. Shudder.) I decide to grit my teeth and bear it.
Luckily, my doctor shows up at the last minute and is able to see me. But boy, do I really feel dumb.
My doctor says I might make it through this week but would likely have the baby soon after. Less than two weeks….I hope he is right!
I wasn’t going to post this picture…mostly because it looks like I’m about to cry in it. But I was really tired of the Militia Movement post.
I wasn’t being weepy in the picture. I was tired. It was about three o’clock on a Sunday afternoon…definately past naptime for me! And this was taken about two weeks ago…so yeah….I’m enormous!
But I’m not certain there will be any more pregnancy pictures this pregnancy. I can barely get my face washed…let alone fix my hair and do make-up! So, just imagine my tummy sticking out about three more inches and there you have it!
I will be so glad when Rebekah decides to come. I am very ready! And if she doesn’t come soon, I really don’t know what I’m gonna wear!
(Just a note, wanna know one reason I really love my hubby? The other day when I said if Rebekah didn’t come soon I didn’t know what I was gonna wear, he said, “I wonder what those big women do for clothes?” Oyes. He is smart!)
We have tons of books at our school that people from all over the counrty donated after Hurricane Katrina last year. Most of the books are used children’s books of all sorts. We’ve found lots of really great ones (my daughter ended up with about twenty of the old hardback Nancy Drew books). The thing is, the pile of books is truly neverending!!
So they have been stored in the gym. Every week or so the P.E. teachers let students go pick one out for themselves. My students will come back delighted with their books (many of the students I teach do not have books at home.) So far, all the books I’ve seen have been appropriate, if not the best literature in the world.
Today, however, one of the girls in my class came back with this book.
Yes, you read that correctly. Militia Movement in America. Really, I’m sure it’s a bit much for a first grader.
(This book is technically a children’s book, recommended for grades 7 and up. But that doesn’t make it any less strange to me!)