May 25, 2013

My, how fast they grow!

Harrison is one month old today! 
When they say, "time flies!" they really mean it! I cannot believe that one whole month ago Jordan and I were holding our baby boy for the first time. This has been one beautiful month, watching Harrison's personality grown along with his belly! Looking back at the pictures from his birth-day he looks so tiny compared to what holding him now feels like. He feels taller to me today too. 

I love all the little faces he makes; when he is "milk drunk" and fighting sleep his little eyes shift left and right and roll back up in his head. He smiles at Mommy and Daddy all the time, sometimes just a one sided quirky little smile as he falls asleep. 


He loves when Daddy holds him up so he can look out the window to see the big blue sky. I can tell he is going love exploring outside when he is old enough. 

He is eating a lot more and the bathroom scale says he's almost 10 pounds now! 
[I weighed myself alone, then weighed myself holding him... so it's only slightly scientifically accurate.]

He is just learning about tummy time and gets frustrated that he can't crawl, but has very good control of his neck and upper arms. He can lift his head and turn from side to side to look around.

Harrison is a wonderful little blessing! 
We love him more than we ever knew we could! 
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May 24, 2013

Baby Art [Part II]

Finally making a house a home room by room! We have finished decorating H's room and it all looks great. I'll get pictures up of how the whole room looks all put together, but for now here's a sneak preview... 

Some more wall art just above his changing table. 

Harrison's favorite cousin [once removed, but who's counting!?], Ashley, made him the 'sunshine' art. So cute! And the other ideas were all me! I love that he has a picture of Jesus in his room, it just makes me feel like he's a little safer at night with Him watching over my little baby. Also, it's framed in one of my grandmothers frames that my mom gave me and I refurbished a little; so it's got some love and generational family value to it.  

How do you say we've made a "house a home" but only talking about one room? Ha ha. So far the nursery is the only room in the house completely finished from top to bottom. Of course he's a spoiled little baby, so his room got priority. I like how it looks and feels, now when I have to feed him in the middle of the night at least now I have something to look at. 

May 23, 2013

Baby Art [Part I]

Yesterday Jordan hung some art I had made for Baby's nursery while I was pregnant. I wanted his room totally ready when he got here, but we're still working on the decorating a little. I must say, it's all coming together pretty nicely! 

[Click picture to enlarge.]

I originally made just the one dinosaur canvas on the right to go on the wall with a few other random pieces in an eclectic collage sort of thing, but some of the other pieces I wanted to hang were too big and it just didn't look right; so I've paired them with some other items [you'll have to check back to see them!] So I decided to make 2 other dino babies to go with it and I love them! I think the button brontosaurus is my favorite though! They were really simple to make, just wood squares, fabric and any kind of arts n' crafts items you want to make the animal out of-- stego is fabric and t-rex is yarn. I was inspired here on Pinterest.

I hope as Harrisons eyesight develops more that he'll love all the colors in his room. Mama and Daddy have done a lot to make his room a place he'll love to be and play as he grows! 

May 22, 2013

"Reasons Why My Son Is Crying"

I came across this tumblr page, Reasons My Son Is Crying, where this lady posts hilarious pictures of her son and, well-- why he's crying. You know babies are so crazy they just cry about any-and-every-thing, so she exploits him and posts these pictures with hilarious captions. 
You should really check it out.

So today, here is one of my own...
WHY MY SON IS CRYING
...because I raised his head ever so slightly and gently during his nap, so the blood wouldn't rush to his head, causing permanent brain damage. 

Sorry, buddy, next time I'll let you sleep in peace. 
Beautiful mind numbing peace. 

May 21, 2013

Family Date Night

Friday night has taken on a whole new meaning... 
In the single [rather, married and childless] life Friday night is date night, party night-- a weekend night where you celebrate a weekend free of responsibility. 
WHAM! 
Welcome to parenthood!! 

Since we've had Harrison, I've been lucky if I'm able to shower daily or cook a whole meal for me and hubby without interruption, let alone go out on the town. Well, last Friday we dared to venture out for our first family dinner date. Dining out with a little one is more than just making a reservation; we had to time it just right so he'd fall asleep in the car ride over and hopefully stay asleep through most of [or all of, fingers crossed] dinner. 


Harrison was great! He fell asleep as soon as we got in the car and stayed asleep nearly the whole time we were out. 
Jordan and I were able to enjoy a dinner uninterrupted by baby cries or switching off one of us holding him while the other eats. It was great.

Look ma' two hands! 

 Apparently we just need to take him for a car ride right before dinner at home and leave him in his carrier until we're done... we'll keep that on the back burner as a last resort situation. I'm going to try my first attempt at 'baby wearing' later tonight, so hopefully he likes that and I can have my hands free for making and eating dinner [along with many other conveniences of having limbs!] 

Our first go around at taking Harrison out for more than just a quick shopping trip was great. 
Oh, except for the part at the very end when I was bottle feeding him and I guess he downed like 3 ounces super quick without me noticing and before I could burp him he threw up all over me. And when I say threw up I'm talking "The Exorcist" style projectile vomit all over me and half the table! At least I was already done with dinner and didn't have an appetite to lose. I felt super bad for my little guy though and was really worried, but the internet says babies have got some force in their reflux! 

All in all, a great family date for out first attempt. 
Love my little family! 

Waiting on a Birth Story...

I know y'all are waiting to hear the story of H's birth... I'll write it one day. One day, when I have time to sit down uninterrupted and remember the beautiful experience my husband and I enjoyed. I don't want to just write bits and pieces in between Baby's naps. I want to be able to express my thoughts from that day with emotion and eloquence; in the written word that I love so much. 

It might be a little while until I get a few hours of uninterrupted clarity... 
until then, enjoy my regular posts and lots of picture of my little one!  




Under Pressure

I went to the doctor yesterday for my 40 week checkup and I could not believe how antsy my doctor was! He has been so great throughout this pregnancy, but yesterday he was insisting I get my membranes stripped even though I am only one day "past due." A "due date" is just an educated guess after all, right? What are those called in science? An educated guess is a hypothesis-- "if/then" situations.  So the doctor says very early on in the pregnancy [around 8 weeks] that based on the little peanuts measurements and later continued organ growth that his "due date" is a certain day. "If I'm right then the baby will be born April 22nd." 
Sounds valid, right? Ha. ...and if not? ...then? 

I declined to let him strip my membranes because a "due date" doesn't carry much weight for me-- you can't tell a baby when to come, you can't tell my body when to make him come; I'm sorry, but you cant fight nature and God on this one. Sure science and medical technology have advanced so much that I have multiple forms of induction choices at my fingertips, but why? I believe God did a pretty great job making our bodies for the amazing purpose of procreation, right? Women used to birth in caves, pioneer women birthed out in the plains; and somehow without medicines I was born into this world from generations and generations of women who lived before there was a choice to schedule your "due date." Women still birth at home without intervention, desiring a more serene atmosphere than the blinding lights of the hospital will allow. Those stories of women having their babies in taxi cabs-- they're true. It happens. It may not be ideal and yes, I understand complications can arise; putting mom or baby's life in danger, but if a woman wishes to let her body do what nature has intended and created it to do then she should be allowed. 

My doctor said, "I'm going to strip your membranes today!" 
To which I replied jovially, "No, you're not!" 
And he said with a sly smile, "Yes I am." 
And I more firmly replied, "No. You're not." 

I think what had really set me aback was that he suggested it only one day after my "due date," when we had already discussed weeks ago that he was comfortable to let me go into 41 weeks before he'd adamantly suggest induction. 

I have also been feeling a lot of pressure from outside parties; the constant incoming calls and texts; "Are you in labor?" "Are you dilated?" "Any contractions yet?" along with suggestions of 'home remedies' to get my labor started... the underlying suggestion-- whether understood and intended or not, is that my body is not good enough, my sons body is not good enough, what we are doing here together is not good enough! It's invasive. I really never anticipated I'd go through something like this at a time in my life that is supposed to be so beautiful, pure and personal. My husband and I are creating a family, strengthening our bond, furthering our life together; and though I understand that friends and family around us are simply excited to meet our new addition, I also feel like I'm on a timeline to please those around me. A lot of first births [heck, a lot of births period] naturally run well into the 41st week... and that's okay. But all of the sudden you give someone a "due date" and they have expectations. We don't. Jordan and I don't. And we are the parents here. We are the ones most excited to meet the little soul we're going to love and cherish for the rest of our lives, yet it seems like we are the only ones willing to allow him to make his grand entrance in his own due time. 

Let me clarify that there is no cause for concern about my health or my babies. The preeclampsia was just a scare, the doctor spotted protein in my urine and wanted to err on the safe side so we ran the tests- which came back negative. Baby has been kicking and active, scoring A's and B's on his kick chart, his heartbeat has always been in the target range, I'm measuring according to the weekly development which I should be. Baby has even dropped and is in perfect position for delivery, so what's the rush. He is showing all the correct signs of a safe and healthy baby and even showing by his dropping that he is getting into position and will be ready for birth soon. If there were any cause for concern, believe you me-- we would take the necessary actions to get Baby out while keeping Baby and  Mommy safe! I am not ignorant or prideful so that I would push away medical help simply to have the "natural birth" I desire. My true desire, my only want in all this is-- my son. The end result I am working towards is not a natural un-medicated birth at any and all cost-- the end result is a happy, healthy baby boy and a safe mommy who doesn't die in delivery. That simple. Heck, if it meant my son getting out alive or myself, I'd like to think I'd even be willing to forgo the latter half of that statement, no matter how scary a thought that really is.

So now because of the conversations with the doctor and the outside noise of others, I have come to feel like I'm on a timeline. That Baby may not even be given the chance to come on his own, so if I want to avoid medical intervention I'd better start intervening myself and try to induce labor at home. Rather than ENJOY my last few days of pregnancy; enjoy this special bonding time with my baby that I will never have again, time that I can never get back, time that has created a closeness between not only me and my baby, but my husband and I as well. 


I really do understand that not one person is saying anything in malice. My loved ones are clearly not purposefully wanting or trying to make me feel this way, but I do. Because of the words of others I feel pressured. I try to drown it all out, not let it get under my skin, but that's easier said than done. 

I wonder if people stop to think before they speak? I wonder that if people knew how scared I am if they'd act differently? If they knew that I really want to try to have my son naturally because I need to overcome the fear inside me telling me I CAN'T... all the while they're telling me I shouldn't. Tears run down my face as I write this last part because you never really know everything a person has gone through that molds them. I have nothing to prove to others by doing this my way. It's not even about proving anything to myself-- I am doing this my way because it is my body, my son, my family; my husband is on board and has never been more understanding or supportive of me for at least wanting to TRY!