Tuesday, September 13, 2011

the first 2 weeks (the honeymoon)

The first 2 weeks of l'Ari (I've turned a French stone in my sleep deprived state of life) have been en liess!  Baby blues?  Not a chance!  (I credit breast feeding hormones.  Thank you oxytocin and prolactin!)  Broken sleep?  No problem (I've got the keen ability to nap...).  Aches and after birth pains? Pssht...handled (thank you Ibuprofen, Tylenol with codeine, sitz baths, and witch hazel pads!) .  Sibling rivalry? Nothing but love.  Dinner? On the table (thanks to my husb on paternity leave and my Mama's group for providing me with some frozen meals! Along with many other goodies!).  Cleanliness of the house?  White gloved perfection (or just too distracted to care at this point).

Breastfeeding issues?  Ari and I are a TEAM! It's like we're the poster people of La Leche.  Seriously though, I'm actually impressed with our ability to do this...for 2 weeks straight!  With every wet/poo diaper I pat myself on the back that I can breastfeed!  At Ari's 2 week appointment he measured at 23 inches (grown 2 inches!) and weighed 8lbs 9oz (gained just under a pound).  Making him around the 50th percentile for weight and above the 100th percentile for height.

No cradle cap. No baby acne.  No rashes, cuts, marks or boo-boos on this perfect creature...


We get about 3 hour stretches of sleep at night.  It's a start...
Otherwise I'm nursing every hour or 2...
 

So, you're the daddy 'round here?!
 


"To split yourself in two, is just the most radical thing you can do."
Ani Difranco
 


The other day Ari was fussing in his car seat.  I asked Milo to talk to his brother to help soothe him.  Milo turns to Ari and says, "It's okay, Ari.  Mommy's here.  Daddy's here. and Milo's here!"
It was a moment for me.
On the occasion that Milo wakes in the middle of the night -possibly from some bad dream or maybe a cat hacking a hairball from under his bed- I go to his room and tell him mommy and daddy are here.  I'm so glad that this not only soothes him back to his pillow to sleep, he remembers it.
And he used these words for his brother. Le sigh...
 

 

I live with these guys.  Me love lots.
  

and I wear my husbands boxers sometimes (I've lost all but 5lbs of the "baby weight!")...Classy Comfort for the "inbetween stage."
 

4 days afer birth, we took Ari to a check-in/up appointment.  His skin,when pressed, turned yellow.  So we had blood drawn.  His bilirubin was 16.3.  At 17 he would have been readmitted to the hospital for light therapy.  Instead we were able to go home with the instructions to feed-feed-feed so he can poop-poop-poop.  We also sat outside in the early morning/late afternoon.  2 days later his numbers were down to 13.  Doc says in his rough Indian accent, "We aren't going to worry about this jaundice anymore...."

 Yellow, yellow go away...


He doesn't remember how much he hated the swing when he was an infant.
Now?  It's a freakin' riot!
 

Psst...mama, I'm hungry!
 

Why, yes, that is my 3y.o. playing Call of Duty: Black Ops.  Probably not the most age appropriate game...
Probably.
 


This couch has gotten a lot of love.



Pretty much the best thing in the entire universe times infinity.
 
Taking Ari out at this age has proven to be a large case of "show and tell."  But me, de Milo and the husb must leave the house!  And with that comes alot of
"Wow, he's so tiny!" 
"You forget how small they are."
"How old is he or she?"
"Look at the little baby!"
"Now THAT is a newborn."
and one...
"In my day, we didn't take the baby out in public until after many months."

Burrito de Milo.
Milo has observed many swaddle sessions with his little brother.  So, one night, he requested the same.

Laundry is nothing short of Insane.  I'm impressed with the amount of clothing a newborn goes through, along with the 3 other folks that reside with him.  Milo enjoys "helping" out...

On Ari's 2 week post birthday -day, the husb and I took him out to dinner.  With white linen napkins and appetizers and salad and shrimp and scallops.  It was a fancy time.
Fortunatly we were surrounded by seasoned parents who didn't mind a baby in their fancy restaurant date night atmosphere.
Course, Ari stayed on the boob for most of the experience...



so far...so cool...
 

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Ari/Milo: 1 week comparable

Milo, 1 week
Ari: 1 week

 

Milo

Ari


 






Hi, I'm new here...
 



Ari: 1 week
Milo: 3 years, 1 month
  

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Labor Day weekend show

This past weekend we decided to get out of the house and head down to the Naval Air Station to witness the Naval Air Expo, celebrating 100 years of Naval Aviation! The Blue Angels were the headliners along with several other flight performances.  Though we didn't stay to see the Angels in flight (too HOT, too LOUD -not the best combo with a 9 day old and a post partum mama!), we did stroll around quite a bit, taking in all the planes, helicopters, and -yes!- bounce houses!


I fantasized for a moment that this was our own private airplane that we were going to board equipped with champagne, sushi and a play area fit for a 3 year old for a nice flight to the Caribbean.  Or the South Pacific.  Either one really.

Milo was IN LOVE with the airplanes!  Future Navy pilot?

Not one toddler can resist a moon bouce!  And there were several to bounce in!
oooh, fancy...!

It was alot easier getting him in the helicopter than it was asking him to come out.
"No, I stay right here."

Milo and dad were a tad disappointed they didn't close the door and take flight.


How did Ari do?  He slept the entire time.  Apparently he isn't impressed with aviation.  Maybe next year...


Saturday, September 3, 2011

L&D (part 2)

After the doc breaks my water she leaves the room and I continue laboring on...

A short while later the nurse calls the doc...

"You want to come in here and deliver a baby?"

"Wha...?"  I didn't know we were so close.  It was 11:30am-ish.

Throughout my pregnancy, Ari's heart rate stayed in the 150s. This was no exception during active labor.

Until my water broke.

Soon after, with every contraction, his heartrate started dropping.

down
down
down.

You could hear his little heart fading from a strong pound to a weak 60 beats.

Doc comes in and checks my cervix.  I'm still 8cm.  Not enough to start The Great Push, but the baby isn't tolerating my contractions now that his pinata has been popped...

"Let's give her oxygen and flip her to her left side."

For the next several minutes I'm moving to my left -then right- left -then right- side trying to get the baby's heart to come back to baseline.

Doc:  "I can look at this number all day.  But *this* number...I don't like..."

Doc:  "Dad, can you put on these blue scrubs?  Mom, we're going to put on these stockings.  We might need to do a C-section."

With the oxygen masked strapped to my face, a nurse tugging stockings onto my feet and up to my knees, and watching Justin put on his paper blue outfit, I started crying.  My body is shaking and I am scared...

A C-WHAT?!
Why isn't he tolerating the contractions anymore?  What's happening?  What's going to happen?!

I can still hear his heartbeat.  His very. slow. heart. beat.

Another nurse comes into the room and discretely tells the doc she has put the 11:45 c-section on hold.  "In case you need the room."

The room is pretty quiet.  My once jovial, wise-cracking doc is suddenly very focused on the monitors.  My excitement about being able to push soon is replaced by images of a sheet being placed up before me, doc telling me "a little pressure" as they cut me open. 

With every contraction she attempts to dilate my cervix further.

Justin stays by my side, giving me eyes and words of encouragement.  I'm thankful he looks so confident.  As much as I don't want a C-section, I can't stand hearing this slow heartbeat.  I'm on the verge of saying FUCK IT, WHEEL ME OUT NOW!!

But I stay quiet, despite the tears and shaking.  I trust *totally* the team of people around me and I turn when they say turn.  I breathe deeper when they tell me to do so.  Whatever they need me to do, I do.  And I do it immediately and without a word.

At 11:55am, she informs the nurse to go ahead with the scheduled c-section and "Lynsey, pull your knees up, grab behind your knees, roll into a ball...we're going to start pushing..."

And PuSH and PUsH and PusH I did...

"That's it, take a breath....now PUSH PUSH PUSH...he's RIGHT HERE...take a breath...okay PUSH c'mon c'mon c'mon PUSH..."

Seeing as how I was all Epidural'd up, I couldn't really feel much.  At all.  When she said his head was crowning, I reached down and could feel him.  This completely motivated me and I knew that all this effort was going to keep me out of the OR and a baby in my arms in no time.

Another contraction, another 3 pushes and his head was out.  I looked down and was freaked out/amazed at this grey headed creature sticking out of me.  OMG!

Doc suctioned his nose and mouth clear and says, "Yeah, there's the cord wrapped around his neck...one, two, THREE times?!"
She tells me later that she had never vaginally delivered a baby whose cord was wrapped 3 times around its neck.  She also tells me that if it wasn't for me being "such a great pusher" and keeping my cool, she wouldn't have hesitated to wheel me to the OR.  Also, being paired with an experienced -no-nonesense, all business- nurse made this delivery happen the way it did. 

"If you had been freaking out and not able to do what we needed you to do, I would've just wheeled you to the OR.  I'm not going to deal with a patient who can't listen to me and stay calm. Same with the nurse.  If I'm working with a new, inexperienced nurse who is freaking out who, in turn, freaks out the patient, I'll just section the birth.  But you turned when we asked you to turn, you pushed when and how we needed you to push.  But, GIRL, you gave me a few new grey hairs!  You need to pay for my next hair appointment!"

After the baby was delivered (at 12:10pm -only 15 minutes of pushing!) they took him straight to the baby warmer and started in on their exams.

Apgar at 1 minute: 9
Apgar at 5 minutes: 9


August 26, 2011
12:10pm
7 lbs, 12.2 ounces. 
21 inches

And BOY did he cry...big, healthy cries...


And finally he was in my arms
Sigh/Relief/Happy-Surge

the proud pop

Welcome to the World Ari Beckett!!
After some -ahem- repairs they wheel-chaired me up to next floor where I spent the next 2 days bonding/recovering/oooh and ahhing all over my new bundle of lovejoy perfection.

Because just when you think you couldn't love enough...here comes this ray of awesome -shooting straight out of your body and into your life/heart/soul/spirit...

And baby comes with ALOT of paperwork

"I got a cookie!  OH!  And a baby brother..."

Hi, Ari!  I'm your big brother...nice to meet you...
Post-Delivery sushi.  I should think so!
Girl needs her Omega-3s!

With a newborn (again!) But this time it isn't Milo...so weird.  Here he is fresh from his first bath.

12:10pm Saturday: 24 hours old!

The family of four: completed by This Guy!

Woman created Man:  2 TIMES!

Daddy taking his boys for their first walk together...*swoon*

Leaving the hospital with my 2 (TWO!) boys in the backseat...
Let the good times ROLL!