Eli had his first week weight check at the pediatrician's on Tuesday. His lowest weight at the hospital was 7lb 8oz. Four days later he weighed in at 8lbs 7oz. It made me smile too.Wednesday, May 18, 2011
First Weight Check
Eli had his first week weight check at the pediatrician's on Tuesday. His lowest weight at the hospital was 7lb 8oz. Four days later he weighed in at 8lbs 7oz. It made me smile too.
Elias Jack
So here I am 38 weeks, 4 days pregnant. I finally broke and had Zach snap a picture of me before pregnancy number 4 was over.
Wednesday, May 11th at 9:59am our son was born. He weighed 7lbs 15oz and was 20 inches long. Name? Umm......
Roland? What about Nolan? Let's ask people and see what they say.
And wow, he looks a lot like Cedric when he was born!
By the end of the first day about 50% of people polled liked Roland and 50% liked Nolan. Absolutely not helpful. In my drug induced state I decided to text some of my closest advisers for their opinion. I texted 6 girlfriends and 3 were for Nolan and 3 were for Roland. Eee gads people!
Wednesday, May 11th at 9:59am our son was born. He weighed 7lbs 15oz and was 20 inches long. Name? Umm......Roland? What about Nolan? Let's ask people and see what they say.
And wow, he looks a lot like Cedric when he was born!
By the end of the first day about 50% of people polled liked Roland and 50% liked Nolan. Absolutely not helpful. In my drug induced state I decided to text some of my closest advisers for their opinion. I texted 6 girlfriends and 3 were for Nolan and 3 were for Roland. Eee gads people!
Zach and his mother spend a few hours that night pouring over names. The next morning, Zach shows up at the hospital with the name Elias, nickname Eli.
And it just suits him perfectly. So meet my sweet baby boy, Elias "Eli" Jack. Its so nice to have you in my arms and no longer fighting with my internal organs for space!
And it just suits him perfectly. So meet my sweet baby boy, Elias "Eli" Jack. Its so nice to have you in my arms and no longer fighting with my internal organs for space!
Pre-Baby Adventures
I know, I know my baby is a week old today but I promise the next post will be about him! Zach and I had a wild adventure last week and I just have to share.
So Thursday night (May 5) I woke up around 11:30pm having contractions. No big deal, I'll just drink some water and they will go away. 16oz later I'm falling back asleep only to wake up 30 minutes later from contractions. Two hours later they have been occuring every 10-13 minutes, I have a pounding headache, and I'm really regretting not having a "What if it happens in the middle of the night" plan. I wake Zach up and tell him I think we should go to the hospital, at least to make sure everything is OK. We wake up his brother's wife around 2am and are on our way to the hospital forty minutes later.
About five miles from the exit the Matrix makes a funny sound. Kind of like a pop and then a ping noise. We both look at each other and say "That was weird."
As we turn into the hospital compound Zach remarks that its getting harder to shift the car into gears. But we are so distracted by the possibility that we might have a baby soon we park the car and head towards Labor and Delivery.
After being monitored for an hour we are sent home with a cheerful "Not yet, but probably soon!" Also my Doctor perscribed me an ambien so that I could get some rest. [Sidenote: Best sleep ever!!] We head out to the car, its about 4:30am, and it will not shift into gear. At All.
Long story short, the car's transmission "granaded" which is Dobb's techinical term not mine. And its going to cost upwards to $3,500 to fix. Yikes! Stripes! We rushed Cedric off to his grandparents for the weekend and Zach and I started shopping for a new (to us) car.
Actually a van.
A Honda Odyssey.
A grown-up vehicle. A family vehicle. I think I aged 5 years overnight. Owning this van makes me feel so adult. Its weird. I'm feeling my demographic: 30-something married couple, two kids, drives a mini van.
And that is how we bought a new car two days before we had a baby.
So Thursday night (May 5) I woke up around 11:30pm having contractions. No big deal, I'll just drink some water and they will go away. 16oz later I'm falling back asleep only to wake up 30 minutes later from contractions. Two hours later they have been occuring every 10-13 minutes, I have a pounding headache, and I'm really regretting not having a "What if it happens in the middle of the night" plan. I wake Zach up and tell him I think we should go to the hospital, at least to make sure everything is OK. We wake up his brother's wife around 2am and are on our way to the hospital forty minutes later.
About five miles from the exit the Matrix makes a funny sound. Kind of like a pop and then a ping noise. We both look at each other and say "That was weird."
As we turn into the hospital compound Zach remarks that its getting harder to shift the car into gears. But we are so distracted by the possibility that we might have a baby soon we park the car and head towards Labor and Delivery.
After being monitored for an hour we are sent home with a cheerful "Not yet, but probably soon!" Also my Doctor perscribed me an ambien so that I could get some rest. [Sidenote: Best sleep ever!!] We head out to the car, its about 4:30am, and it will not shift into gear. At All.
Long story short, the car's transmission "granaded" which is Dobb's techinical term not mine. And its going to cost upwards to $3,500 to fix. Yikes! Stripes! We rushed Cedric off to his grandparents for the weekend and Zach and I started shopping for a new (to us) car.
Actually a van.
A Honda Odyssey.
A grown-up vehicle. A family vehicle. I think I aged 5 years overnight. Owning this van makes me feel so adult. Its weird. I'm feeling my demographic: 30-something married couple, two kids, drives a mini van.
And that is how we bought a new car two days before we had a baby.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
140, 40, 7, 6, 3
This post is all about the numbers.
Its been 140 days since my last post where I announced that we are expecting a baby in May. A lot can happen in 140 days. This may be the understatement of the year.
For instance I was challenged to learn how to make macarons. The French version. The incredibly fussy, its the hardest thing I have ever made version. Its true I never shed tears during the process; unlike the lemon tart that I ruined driving it to a party or the beef burgandy that ended in disaster 10 minutes before company came over for dinner. But still, I have never had to give something 3 attempts before I felt like I was getting the hang of it.
I made pistacho macarons with chocolate ganache frosting.
And lemon macarons with vanilla bean buttercream. They are pretty. They are also incredibly tasty. I think I will make them again. Some day. These days I find myself thinking about making stuff like this.
40 days of Lent came and went. This year I focused on prayer and feel like the Lord revealed some more of His perspective on suffering. More about this later, as I have lots of thoughts to digest and put to paper...err....blog post.
7 items still on my master to-do list before Wednesday. Some are easy, like putting a trash can in the bedroom. Others are more time consuming, like finishing the layout and wordsmithing of the baby announcements. I was inspired by the birth announcement for my Aunt Susan that her father came up with when she was born several decades ago.
140 days has brought a change of season and big changes for Cedric too. We just went through a stuttering stage. Its adorable to me. You can see it in his face that he has LOTS to say but just gets hung up on the first syllable or even the first word. For example:
Its been 140 days since my last post where I announced that we are expecting a baby in May. A lot can happen in 140 days. This may be the understatement of the year.
For instance I was challenged to learn how to make macarons. The French version. The incredibly fussy, its the hardest thing I have ever made version. Its true I never shed tears during the process; unlike the lemon tart that I ruined driving it to a party or the beef burgandy that ended in disaster 10 minutes before company came over for dinner. But still, I have never had to give something 3 attempts before I felt like I was getting the hang of it.
I made pistacho macarons with chocolate ganache frosting.
And lemon macarons with vanilla bean buttercream. They are pretty. They are also incredibly tasty. I think I will make them again. Some day. These days I find myself thinking about making stuff like this.
40 days of Lent came and went. This year I focused on prayer and feel like the Lord revealed some more of His perspective on suffering. More about this later, as I have lots of thoughts to digest and put to paper...err....blog post.
7 items still on my master to-do list before Wednesday. Some are easy, like putting a trash can in the bedroom. Others are more time consuming, like finishing the layout and wordsmithing of the baby announcements. I was inspired by the birth announcement for my Aunt Susan that her father came up with when she was born several decades ago.
Speaking of which, there are only 6 days until this baby will be here. This makes me both full of anticipation because I can not wait to meet this little guy AND full of holy-smokes-we-have-so-much-to-do and I am So Tired, how will it all get done?
There may be some half-priced Starbucks involved.
And while we are on the subject of this baby, we have no idea what to name him. Last night we whittled the list down to 3. Today I was ready to chuck them all out and start over. You can read more about our name saga here. What is currently written on the board; Logan, Desmond, and Roland. Thoughts??
140 days has brought a change of season and big changes for Cedric too. We just went through a stuttering stage. Its adorable to me. You can see it in his face that he has LOTS to say but just gets hung up on the first syllable or even the first word. For example:Hey, hey, hey, hey what's happening? Are those men building something with that boom lift and skidstear?
The stuttering never bothers me - it usually goes away in a few weeks and it usually indicates that he is going through a language development burst. Today he pointed out a picture of an apple looking at a peach and asked me what I thought they were thinking about. He's never asked something like that before or indicated that he understands other people (or apples/peaches) may have their own thoughts/perspectives.
So I guess that leaves me with 1 - 1 new thing that my 3 year old did to amaze me.
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