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Our Sweet Blessing

One of Punky\'s first pictures

Well, here she is, finally. 🙂  I’ll call her Punky here, due to her interesting hairdo.  When she was born, she looked bald on top until the very back of her head, which had hair standing straight up.  She looked a bit like an old man. 🙂  Since then, her hair has settled down.  It is still very short in front, but it at least lays down in the back. 

So, Punky was born at 1:30 a.m. on Thursday, February 21, 2008.  (Disregard the camera caption on the photo.  The date is off on our camera and I haven’t taken the time to fix it.  That may come back to haunt me in a few years when I finally get around to organizing my pictures into an album and I try to figure out when we took them!)  She was 7 lbs. 4 oz, and 19 inches long.   I’ll give you the semi-condensed version of how her birth went.

At 11:30 p.m. on the 20th I went to bed, having only had sporadic contractions that evening.  As soon as I laid down, I started having contractions every few minutes.  10 minutes apart, 8 minutes apart, 7 minutes apart… and I couldn’t fall asleep.  At 12:15 I thought, maybe I should get up and get dressed and if they didn’t stop I’d wake DH.  So at 12:30 I was certain these were serious contractions that wouldn’t let up, so we left my mom with the kids and got into the car.  I called the midwife on the way to let her know we were coming in.  I said I probably could have stayed home longer, but given my past record I would rather labor at the hospital in case things went really fast.  I am so glad we left when we did! 

We got to the hospital at about 1 a.m.  and on our walk from the car to the Birthing Inn, I decided that labor really stinks.  I forgot.  How I could forget, I don’t know, but I always do.  And then it hits, and I think, “This really stinks, because there is no way to stop now.”  I also decided that since I had already gone through child birth twice naturally, I had nothing to prove and that I would get an epidural if at all possible.

When we walked in and the nurse met us, she took one look at me and decided to skip triage and send me straight to a labor room.  (I found out later that she also made a bet with another nurse that I would deliver before the other nurse’s patient.)  Well, they get me settled in, and I told them that I wanted an epidural, so they started all the preliminary steps for that.  About half way through their questions, I asked, “So, how long until the anesthesiologist can get here….”  When the nurse said 30 minutes,  I knew I would never make it that long.  So I readjusted my thinking.  I didn’t want to be hoping for an epidural that would never come.  It wasn’t long after that when they checked my progress and I was at a nine.  The midwife said, “Do you want to just try to push this baby out with the next contraction?”  I was like, “Yes, thank you!  There is nothing I would rather do than to end this labor now!”

Unfortunately, the baby was turned face up.  I could tell that something wasn’t quite right because she wasn’t out with the first push.  I pushed a couple more times, and she was born.  She had the cord around her neck and her ankle, but she was never in any danger.   The first thing I said when I saw her was, “She has the longest fingers!”

My recovery time was a little longer than I had expected, and I think it was from the trouble there at the end.  It was reminiscent of when my first baby was born (after 45 minutes of pushing).   I remember feeling like I’d been run over and that every muscle hurt.  It was a little like that after Punky.  I am glad my mom was staying with us for a few more days!

Here\'s the first picture of the whole crew.

This is the first photo of all five of our little ones.  Notice how happy Sunshine and Li’l Britches are. 🙂

Obviously, we have a rebel on our hands.  As I have mentioned before, I always start labor on the 10th of the month.  Every time.   But someone has decided to make life a little less predictable and come on her very own schedule.  So here I sit on the 14th, with no baby in my arms. 

But I know she can’t stay in there forever, no matter how stubborn she wants to be.  I just hope this little act of defiance to family tradition isn’t indicative of what is in store for us over the next 18 years!

 I’ll try to post when she arrives, but I make no guarantees. 🙂

A Pregnancy Unrecorded

Well, the last time I posted I had just found out that our fifth child was on the way.   I was a little stunned, a little anxious, and very pleased.  Since then, I have been in a whirlwind of change with little or no inclination to blog.  We have moved across 5 time zones, lived with family for a couple months, found a job, found a house, celebrated the holidays and gotten involved in a new church. 

Oh yeah, and I am a little over two weeks away from my due date. 

Two weeks away from holding our baby girl in my arms. 

Two weeks from that exquisite joy and pain of birth.

Two weeks from the last time.

And I haven’t taken the time to reflect.

Two under Two

Today was a Monday Monday.  The kind of Monday that makes Garfield throw his blanket  back over his head.  Unfortunately, as a mother of four, two of whom are under the age of two, I didn’t have the option of crawling back under my fluffy comforter this morning. 

The trouble began last night when L’il Britches decided that sleeping for more than two hours at a time was somehow out of fashion.  Also on his “out” list was going immediately back to sleep when I nursed him.  So for every two hours that I slept I was up for 30-40 minutes feeding the baby. 

Then our morning began at the usual time and we had school and chores to do.  Unfortunately, Sunshine was over-tired from a trip to the aquarium over the weekend and skipping too many naps.  So instead of playing quietly while the older kids and I did our school time, she cried.  Over everything.  Over nothing.   Typical toddler inconsolability.  It is very difficult to explain division to an ADHD child with that kind of noise going on in the background.  If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to come over and try sometime.

 Amazingly, though, by about one o’clock everyone had been taught, fed, read to and put to bed (or seated on the couch for quiet time).   And I got a chance to type up this blog.  So, overall, although it is challenging, having two under two isn’t impossible.  This is good news for me, because we just found out that in a few more months we’ll have three under the age of three.  Another little blessing is on the way sometime around Valentine’s day.  Phew.  I think I’ll head over to Amy’s Humble Musings for some encouragement!

Our li’l cowpokes

Little Drummer Boy

I just have to report that my husband’s amazing musical gene-ious has been passed on to at least one of our children.  DH was giving Bud a drum lesson in the garage yesterday afternoon while we were all playing outside.  Soon, we all stopped what we were doing and started listening, because our little six year old who can’t even reach the pedal for the bass drum, was keeping a steady beat with both hands and was able switch from snare to tom while continuing with the cymbals.  Just in case you aren’t sufficiently impressed, let me tell you that I cannot do what he did.  My husband, who claims he “doesn’t know” how to play drums (i.e. taught himself what he does know), has given our son enough instruction (and genetic disposition) to be able to play surprisingly well.  We were all quite impressed and look forward to encouraging his skill.  Everybody needs to know they’re really good at something.

It has been so long since I’ve posted.  If you saw my previous post, you know why!  Adding our fourth child has been so much fun, but also a really big adjustment.  I feel like I am going ninety miles an hour all day long and only getting half of my work done.  There have been times in the past few months when I could have blogged, but I opted for other activities, like blowing raspberries into Li’l Britches’ tummy, or snuggling up with hubby on the couch to catch a little chuckle from Letterman.

I have had several things to blog about, and I don’t know if I’ll get to any of them.  One event in particular stands out.  DH and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary in March.  He decided it would be fun to go on a nice sunset dinner cruise.  It was so wonderful, with a seven course French meal, we felt a little out of our class.  It was funny Dinner Cruisethough,  because people kept implying that we were so young.  We were told there was “non-alcoholic” champagne.  Some lady asked if we were going to prom.  Another couple thought we were on like a high school date.  We just had to chuckle.  8 years and 4 kids later, we must still have either a very youthful appearance, or else our inexperience and uncertainty shine through as if we are teenagers. 🙂  Since I just turned 29, I’m going to vote for the former.

 Speaking of my birthday, this year’s birthday was wonderful.  In fact, I’ll have to make a new post for it.  Of course, it may be three more months before I get around to it, but we’ll see. 🙂   In the mean time, Sunshine is standing up in her high chair with oatmeal in her hair and Bud and Missy are ready for school.  My days are full, and my cup runneth over.