New Arrival!!

Yeah! Baby boy is here! Once he decided it was time to come, he came in a hurry. We arrived at the hospital room at 1:38 and he was born at 1:58. (No, I did not get that epidural I wanted, and yes, I got the stitches I didn't want.) Anyway. I'll spare you all the gory details. (If you really want them I'll send you an email.) We didn't get the camera out before delivery, so there are only a few pictures after we remembered. Like I said, things happened fast.

Henry Scott arrived 16 September, 2008, at 1:58 pm. 7lbs 15 oz. 20 3/4 inches.

Here he is, 3 min. old.

Close up of baby Henry.

Just the three of us...a few hours old.

Daddy and baby.

Big brother and sister hold the new baby.

We're all doing fine. Tired, but good. Thanks for all of your well wishes and prayers...they were answered!

All Quiet

...on the baby front.

yeah, still here, and one of us is constantly kicking.

I was sure that this baby was coming on Wednesday. I got myself ready (and I looked cute!) and the hospital bag, and the kids bag, and their stuff and all my lists of numbers and who to contact and had it all in the car. We went to the park and played and I even took a nap to get ready for a long, busy night. Scott was staying late, and I got the kids fed (cereal, because I didn't want to cook and clean the kitchen) and in bed. And I made pumpkin bread (so then I had to clean the kitchen) and I sat and waited. And waited. And waited. And watched mindless television programming. And with three hours left in the day, I decided that this child better NOT come. Then my sweet husband came home and I bawled in his arms as I explained my expectations of the day and the lack of results. I had even shaved my legs!!! (No small feat in a shower stall)

I spent Thursday being upset and exhausted that my unborn child had failed to make an appearance a week before his due date.

Today my doctor's office called to see if I'd come in and help them test out their new ultrasound machine. Heck yeah! Too bad they couldn't get the 3D and 4D to work. The 2D was pretty cool, though. I got to see his chubby cheeks, little nose and lips. I watched his eye open and look around, his fingers play around his face, his heart beat and lungs expand, and he even yawned. Seeing that he was healthy and active and so beautiful (only a mother can love grainy 2D photos of the unborn!) was such a sweet experience after two tough days. I'm thankful for the reassurance that all is, indeed, well. He's just waiting for the right time to come, which will be on his terms, and not mine. He knows he's got a good thing going right now, and he plans to stay as long as possible!!

Just wanted to let y'all know what was going on. We're just waiting. Who knows, the full moon is scheduled for Monday, so maybe he'll come then!

Diet Pepsi (ew!)

You know how at each OB visit you're asked to leave a "sample"? And if your timing is off you either have nothing to give or you're going to explode if that lady ahead of you doesn't move her tush out of the bathroom? (Let's not even go into trying to "clean catch" around an object the size of a watermelon).

Anyway. As I dropped my kids off about a month ago, I realized that I had visited the little girls room before leaving the house...and I hadn't consumed my regular pint of water. Oops. I looked in the car for my usual water bottle stash (yes, I usually have one or two floating along the floormats-just in case.) Not to be--this was Scott's car. He doesn't like things rolling around like that.

BUT he did have a can of diet pepsi--warm. Because I feel that Dr. visits are plenty long enough without having to wait around for a "sample", I ripped the tab off and chugged the entire can in about 2 minutes. While driving along a curvy road. Did I mention that I don't drink soda that often? (and that it was really warm?) and if I choose a cola it would be in this order: root beer, Dr. Pepper, Coke, Pepsi. (I can't stand Pepsi, ever since I had a drink of it when I was a kid.)

My blood pressure was a little high when they checked it 20 min. later...and the baby was kicking around like crazy. But I left my sample, by dang it!

Oh, and I belched rather frequently for the next few hours.

First Day of School

Sweet A was so excited for today! She was dressed before she came down the stairs, in the clothes she's been waiting for weeks to wear. She could only eat half her breakfast, and practically skipped down the driveway to meet the bus. She hopped on the bus, the driver waved, and she was gone. I turned back to the house and cried as I walked to the door.

Putting my baby on the bus for school was harder than I thought it would be. I feel like she's so small still to be doing such big things. I suppose I'll feel like this most of her life. The challenge is trusting what I've taught her and trusting her ability to make good decisions for herself, and letting her grow up. (Oh, and letting go!) I don't suppose it gets any easier with each new stage of life. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow...or maybe next month.

(Yeah, wait for the picture, I couldn't find the camera this morning!!)