Baby Elijah

On March 24th, the last of my 4 siblings had a baby.  My brother Drew and his wife Abby had their first baby - a boy - Elijah Jude.  Eli brings the niece/nephew (which I really think there should be a collective word for - like "sobrinos" in Spanish) count on my side to 4 - 2 boys, 2 girls.  It's kind of crazy to think that in a matter of less than 6 years my family went from a family of 6 with all 4 of us kids living at home - to all 4 of us kids being married and having kids of our own - there are now 16 of us all together (inlaws, outlaws, and children included.)  We are so blessed!! 

My mom and I took Ira and Ruby up to see "Baby Elijah" the day after he was born.   He looked SO tiny compared to Ruby.  Ira was timid at first, but quickly fell in love after he finally decided he would try holding Eli.  He's been in love ever since and can't wait to see him whenever we're getting together with the fam.

A little timid at first

"Can I kiss him, mom?"

Not shy anymore! Ira, Uncle Drew, and Baby Elijah

Ruby's not sure what to think

 

Ruby's Birth Story the final installment!

My pregnancy with Ruby was VERY normal. No spotting, LOTS of throwing up. I will be honest with you, I smiled each time after I threw up because I knew that that meant my hormone levels were where they should be. We had weekly sonos starting around 30 weeks just to make sure that everything was as it should be (in part b/c of Ira's pre-term birth, but also because of the miscarriages.)

After my little sis gave birth naturally in November, we borrowed their copy of "Husband Coached Childbirth" by Susan McCutcheon. It taught the Bradley Method of Childbirth. I absolutely devoured the book and could NOT stop talking about it with Andy. It took him a little longer to read it (but given that I read it in one day, that's understandable! :-P) but once he finished it he too was astounded and convinced that it was an EXCELLENT method for childbirth. We talked about natural birth ALL THE TIME with each other. We practiced the exercises fairly regularly and were determined to wait for baby to come on his/her own. Dr. Ferris was TOTALLY on board (he's who recommended the book to my sis in the first place.)

On Ash Wednesday, a terrible injustice was done when the OB board at the local hospitals finally got their way with Dr. Ferris. Being that he was "just" a Family Practitioner. and Being that he had a huge practice (that was continually growing) and Being that the economy was headed where it was... greed got the better of many of the local OBs and they complained to the hospital board. Dr. Ferris was told that Family Practitioners were all well and good for delivering babies in rural areas, but that he was not welcome to deliver babies at the Wichita hospitals anymore. Let me tell you, there is a LOT of corruption at our hospitals and I am ASHAMED even more that Via Christi, a CATHOLIC hospital, did NOTHING to come to Dr. Ferris' aid. The story is longer and deeper than that, but you get the gist of it. The tribunal against him was a SHAM. When I talked to Dr. Ferris about it, he humbly said, "I am just so thankful that I got to deliver babies for as long as I did. I guess this is my Lenten cross to bear." Wow.

Dr. Montoya was who was delivering Dr. Ferris' babies, and we were assured that she was just as focused on Natural Childbirth as Dr. Ferris was, so we were okay with the late change in the ballgame.

Finally- the long anticipated birth story of Ruby can begin!

At 2:40 am on March 5th, I woke up and needed to go to the bathroom. Before I could sit up, a gush of warm fluid came out. Not sure if I had just wet the bed or if my water had broken, I sat up in bed and felt another gush. My water had broken!!! I woke Andy and then called my parents. My dad answered the phone. "Dad? (he sounded like my brother when he answered, so I wasn't sure) I think my water just broke... wait, no, I KNOW my water just broke. I'm in LABOR!!!" We made plans for them to come out and pick Ira up, so that we could finish packing. Ira woke up shortly after we turned our light on. (Even though he was in his own room, I guess the bustle woke him.) He was full of questions, so I explained to him that my water had broken just like in "Angel in the Waters" and that we were going to have our baby. He was excited and alert and talked a lot while I straightened my hair and finished packing. I wasn't too concerned about getting to the hospital immediately, my contractions were strong, but not too strong. Shortly before my parents arrived, I had a little bit of bloody show. I knew that that was normal, but it scared me just enough to want to get to the hospital to make sure that everything was alright with baby. We took a quick picture when my parents arrived and headed to the hospital. The whole drive there, Andy and I talked and talked about natural childbirth. About how we wanted labor and delivery to go. (Seriously, it was like a pep talk before a big game!)

The contractions had slowed down a LOT by the time we got to the hospital, which is normal because of the hormones you release when you're nervous/excited. We got to the hospital and they checked me and I was dilated to 2. The doctor that checked me there said I had 12 hours from when my water broke to have the baby. I fudged and told him my water broke around 3 (I wanted to give myself every minute I could get legitimately) We also told him, we actually have more like 24 hours from the time my water breaks to give birth. It made him uncomfortable, but he didn't deny it. We were told that Dr. Montoya was actually off that day, and that Dr. Bledsoe was covering for her. We were hopeful that she would be supportive, but knew that if she wasn't that we would just have to be our own advocates. We got to our Labor and Delivery room shortly before shift change. The nurse that did all the admitting stuff wasn't very talkative. They hooked me up for monitoring, and I paced the 4 foot swath that I could move while hooked up so that I could keep moving and hopefully help labor pick back up. When the shift changed, our new nurse, Dana, came in. She BLEW US OUT OF THE WATER when she said, "So you're going to do this naturally! Awesome, I'm here to help you make that happen!" (She also told us that she's studying to become a nurse midwife.) We were psyched!!

She warned us that we wouldn't necessarily have an ally in Dr. Bledsoe, and that she (Dana) would advocate for us as much as she could, but that it would fall to us to absolutely refuse any of her suggestions that we didn't like. We also met Dr. Fagot (pronounced fuh-go), a resident who didn't sound like she was going to be much help, she was pushing pitocin already. She checked me and said I was maybe at 2.5. Dana got permission to take me off the monitors and 'a walking we went throughout the LDR floor. We were interrupted a short while later when Dr. Bledsoe showed up and wanted to check me. (This was around 9 am.) Dr. Bledsoe sat down on the bed and proceeded to tell me the risks of water breaking and labor not progressing (which we were certainly aware of - they just weren't applicable yet.) She was VERY pushy and wanted to start pitocin, which we said we didn't want to do yet. We asked for some time, and she so generously gave me 15 minutes - yeah like I was going to progress at ALL in that timeframe! She was all chatty-cathy, but we wanted to get rid of her as quickly as we could so that we could start WALKING again!!

We took off vigorously walking and strategized about how we were going to achieve the natural childbirth we both so desperately wanted. Each time we walked past the nurse's station, we could see Dr. Bledsoe waiting. After about 10 minutes, she got paged (Thank you God!) and left, leaving her minion, Dr. Fagot, to do her bidding. After Dr. Bledsoe left, Dana started in on Dr. Fagot. When we walked past, we could hear her explaining our rights as patients to her and trying to express our wishes. When we came around the next time, Dr. Fagot said, "Alright, let's head in and check you." To which my knight in shining armor flatly replied, "No, you can check her again at 10 o'clock." With a purple face, and scarcely able to speak, she replied, "ok, 10 o'clock."

The contractions were definitely strengthening as we walked and talked. Before long, it felt better to walk a little slower and just listen. I was ready for a break by 10, and when she checked me, I think I was dilated to 3. They wanted me to stay hooked up to the monitors for half an hour just to make sure everything was alright, and as I said, I was ready for a break from walking, so we were okay with that. Sometime during that time, the hospital laborist, Dr. Bryant, came in to talk to us more about the pitocin. She had a much more friendly approach than Dr. Bledsoe, and led with "why don't you explain what you want to do." We told her we wanted more time, but were okay with starting pitocin if the contractions hadn't begun in earnest by 11 am. From 10-11, the contractions were more intense, and we started using the relaxation techniques from the Bradley Method. Andy quietly coached each contraction, but at that point I wasn't relying on him. I could still easily handle them myself. I spent time on the birthing ball (which was actually shaped like a peanut and was much more stable than a birthing ball - it felt very good to be on it.) As 11 o'clock approached, the contractions eased up and spaced out. They let Dana write the orders for the pitocin, and she started it at like 1 (unit/hour or something like that.) They upped the pitocin at 11:30 to 2 units. The contractions started coming regularly, but weren't unmanageable. Dana went to lunch around noon, and I told Andy he should get something to eat too while I could still manage the contractions on my own. Since the contractions eased up when I laid down, I stayed in bed while he went to get lunch. After he finished his lunch, I got back out of bed and onto the birthing ball, since it seemed to make the contractions more intense. They upped the pitocin at 12:30 to 3 units. When the doctor (I can't remember which one it was, maybe Dr. Bryant?) checked me at 1, I was dilated to 5 and the contractions were becoming a lot more intense. Dana said she was going to bring the delivery cart in, which astounded me, I didn't think there was anyway I'd be delivering soon. She said she would bet I'd deliver within a few hours.

I stayed on the ball as long as it felt good as Andy quietly coached contractions. At some point, the ball stopped feeling good so I stood for a few contractions. That was pretty uncomfortable too, so I reluctantly moved to the bed (I didn't want the contractions to slow down, but Dana assured me they wouldn't at this point.) I laid on my left side and for quite a few contractions, that worked really well. After awhile, I wanted to roll over to my right side because the left side just wasn't cutting it anymore. Dana helped Andy adjust the pillows and Andy coached me through a few more contractions. Laying down was becoming more and more uncomfortable, and I was kind of unsure of what position to try next. Everything seemed uncomfortable. Dana suggested we raise the head of the bed up to 90 degrees and had me bend my knees and let them rest on pillows beside me. Boy did things become uncomfortable at that point!! Dana said she was going to check me because she thought things were moving along quickly, and sure enough, I was dilated to 7. She paged Dr. Bledsoe and began hurriedly prepping the delivery cart. I became very restless at this point and was having trouble focusing during my contractions. Andy helped me pull my hair back and I started saying that I didn't think I could do it anymore. To which he responded, "oh Michelle you are SO CLOSE!" Dana started helping coach contractions too. I was in transition!

I will here self-incriminate because I think it's hilarious, and don't really care...

A short while later, I yelled (more than once) "I need to POOOOOOOOP!!!!!" And I'll tell you why I said it. In my head, I figured it was the urge to push, but in case I pooped while pushing, I wanted everyone in the room to know that I indeed knew I needed to poop but could not get up and go to the bathroom to relieve myself.

Dana paged Dr. Bledsoe two more times, but then decided there was no way she was going to make it for the birth. Then the room got full of people. Dr. Fagot was back. I wanted to stick my tongue out at her and say "I told you so!" Dr. Bryant came in, as well as some guy doctor whose name I missed and some dude with glasses that just stood in the corner silent. They checked me and I was complete and baby's head had finally dropped all the way. I couldn't help but grunt, the contractions were SO STRONG and I could feel the baby crowning. To say that I pushed would be an overstatement. My body did most of the work and I could EASILY feel where to push/grunt. I was still sat up nearly straight on the bed and they didn't even have time to take the bottom part off because our little girl was born 3 pushes later at 3:51 pm. It was the hardest, most edifying, empowering, miraculous moment in my life. They immediately put her on my chest and Dana helped me get her to latch on and nurse. The placenta came shortly later pretty much on it's own. Ruby continued to nurse. Dr. Fagot supervised by Dr. Bryant began the stitches to repair my borderline 2nd degree tear. (Ruby was born with her hands up by her face.) I was not impressed with Dr. Fagot's anesthesia abilities as I felt several of the last stitches go in. Quite honestly it hurt and bothered me more than the whole birth experience did (not that labor and deliver weren't incredible painful and intense, because they WERE, but the stitches were just a totally different, sharper kind of pain.) Dana offered me something to drink, and I requested orange juice. It had never tasted SO GOOD! Ruby continued to nurse and nursed for a full hour before she was finally done.

We called my parents at that point and mom answered the phone. We asked her to put Ira on, but he didn't want to talk. Mom explained that he'd had a huge meltdown after getting up from quiet time (just prior to us calling) when she offered him a snack. He picked out a granola bar (i think?) and a Reese's peanut butter cup. She simply asked him if he'd given up candy for lent (just to double check) and he said yes and burst into tears. I assured her that he had indeed NOT given up candy for lent, which she relayed to him, but he was still crying, so she said she'd have him call us back in just a little bit. I'm sure it KILLED her to know that we'd had our baby but not to know what it was, etc. It gets really funny here, because she tried calling Andy's cell phone back and for some reason it went to voicemail. About 15 minutes later, I couldn't believe that they hadn't called back, so I called them back. We finally got to tell Ira that he had a baby sister. He didn't seem very surprised (he'd said it was a girl all along.) They headed up to the hospital shortly after we got off the phone.

When they arrived, Dana had just taken Ruby to the other side of the room to get her weight/measurements. Ira got to see all of that and watch as Dana did her footprints and gave her her first bath. His eyes were filled with wonder as he took it all in. (And made us all laugh with his questions/comments.) He kept asking Dana to please "give her back to my mommy." When it got close to time to bring her back over to me, Ira asked if he could carry her. We all chuckled, and Dana sweetly let Ira "carry" Ruby (with her help) over to me. It was such a beautiful moment!!

Awhile later, Dana helped me to the bathroom. Sometime prior to that, she had cleaned me up, because when I went to change gowns, I noticed that all the sticky bloodiness from Ruby laying on my chest was gone. (It's still a mystery when exactly she did that, but that just shows you what an excellent nurse she was. Totally helpful, but NEVER intrusive, she fit in perfectly to our birthing plans/wishes.) I walked back to the bed and reveled in watching my Ira become a big brother, a role he slipped into with grace and patience and kindness much beyond his four little years. When we were ready to go to the recovery room. Dana asked him to lead the train and open doors, which he PROUDLY did!

We were in the hospital overnight and were released the next evening.

I look back at the whole experience fondly misty-eyed. It was surreal and beautiful and miraculous and just absolutely wonderful. I feel so empowered by it. It helped redeem Ira's birth experience and drew Andy and I even closer to each other. He was such an amazing coach and support. I don't know how I could've done it without him.

I truly hope that I get to experience birth again sometime in the future. I'll leave that in the hands of our loving, patient, and ever-kind Father in Heaven!

Ruby's Birth Story Part deux

When Ira was 19 months old, we got pregnant again. For some reason, I just knew the baby was a girl, and I was excited to try again for a natural birth. God, in His infinite wisdom, had other plans for our precious baby. He took her home to Heaven on New Year's Eve, 2007. Her name was Caroline Rose.

We had changed OBs, but hadn't even seen our new OB for our first appointment when we miscarried. It was extremely difficult to go into his office and see all the pregnant women. He didn't act all too bothered by our miscarriage, and his nurse callously told us to wait 3-6 months before trying again. I broke down in tears at the thought of it. We did some reading in our NFP books and on the internet that said that there was really no reason to wait as long as the miscarriage completed itself naturally (without need for a D&C.) So we tried again that same month and were blessed with another pregnancy.

I felt sure that the baby was a boy. The OB's office acted miffed about the fact that we were pregnant again, but they did schedule my first appointment for 7 weeks instead of 10. When we went in for our first appointment, the office had just gotten a new sono machine that they were excited to try out on a very early pregnancy. They asked for our permission and I was excited to have my fears laid to rest with hopefully seeing a heartbeat. The heartbeat was very slow (upper 80s I believe.) And the sono showed a sub-chorionic hematoma. A pocket of blood around the yolk sac, but I wasn't having any bleeding. I was scared out of my mind and went home to wait and worry. That night, I started bleeding and miscarried again. His name was Levi James.

Our new OB still didn't seem to concerned about the miscarriages, his recommendation was just to wait another 3-6 months and try again. Andy and I weren't really thrilled at the thought of that, so we began the search for a different doctor. One who was more empathetic to our situation and who was willing to do some testing to see if there was ANY explanation for our losses. A friend who had had multiple miscarriages prior to her second son's birth recommended Doctor Ron Ferris. A catholic family practitioner a bulk of whose patients struggled with pregnancy (either getting pregnant or staying pregnant.) We had to wait almost 2 months to get in with him, during which time we also switched NFP methods (we learned the Creighton Model because it appeared to be much more clinical and objective - much easier to interpret data from.)

When we went for our first appointment, we were blown away with how patient and kind Doctor Ferris was. He spent over an hour talking with us about what testing he could do and what reasons might have caused our miscarriages. Immediately upon looking at my charts, he said, "well first off, I bet you have low thyroid levels." When the bloodwork came back, it proved his hypothesis. I started on thyroid medicine and saw definite improvement on my temperatures on my charts (not technically a part of the Creighton model, but something I continued to do on my CCL charts.) Over the course of the next few months, we also discovered I had low progesterone levels, so I also started progesterone supplements post-peak.

In September, somehow, we became pregnant again. (It was a real surprise! We're still not sure how/when we conceived... potentially 9 days pre-peak) I called Dr. Ferris' office right away and was blown away by the nurse's response... "Congratulations!!" she heartily said when I told her the news. What a switch! Dr. Ferris ordered some bloodwork and PERSONALLY called me back with the results. We talked for 45 minutes about the results (low, but not as bad as they could be.) He said numerous times during the conversation that he'd be praying for us and our baby. It moved me so much to have such a CARING doctor!! We had a sonogram around 7 weeks and again saw a slow heartbeat and a very small sub-chorionic hematoma. I put myself on bed rest and prayed like crazy! Dr. Ferris prescribed Heparin shots (in case a clot in the cord was causing the tearing), but they took awhile for the pharmacy to get in and after only one shot, we miscarried again. Her name was Hope.

After that, Andy and I began thoroughly researching causes of miscarriages. We met with Dr. Ferris several times and were so impressed at how open he was to our questions and ideas. I tried Metformin for several months, which has been shown to help with PCOS. We didn't know for sure if I had PCOS, but Dr. Ferris said that if I did, the Metformin would help it, and if I didn't, it wouldn't do any harm. My charts were crazy the months I was on Metformin, so we discontinued it in January. Then I found some information about Immature Follicle Syndrome. Essentially, the follicle (egg) is mature enough to be fertilized, but immature enough that 98% of the time, the pregnancy ends in a miscarriage. It sounded a lot like what we were experiencing, and we talked to Dr. Ferris about it. He said that it sure sounded like a possibility and told us that the treatment for it was Clomid. I started the Clomid in April of '09.

I will take a moment here to tell you that during this journey (especially after our last miscarriage), my prayer life and relationship with God improved IMMENSELY!! I had never been able to carve out the time in my day to have a regular prayer time, but I knew I couldn't make it through this trial without God's help. I read St. John of the Cross' "Dark Night of the Soul" and did some major soul-searching. I spent many mornings crying to God. A priest friend recommended taking my heavy heart to Mary, thus began a special appreciation for our blessed Mother. Overall it was a very dark time for me. I was without hope. I read the book of Job and could totally relate to him, but I was astounded by his unwavering devotion. I prayed to be like Job. I read the Psalms. Especially Psalm 69. That page in my bible will forever be a tear-stained reminder of that time in my life. I read the Catechism, especially the sections on Christian Death and Resurrection (paragraphs 1020-1029) over and over again. I came away with a firm belief that the end of the world nor death were to be feared but to be looked to with anticipation of being united wholly with God in perfect happiness. I knew that whether or not we were ever able to have another baby, I could look forward to the perfect joy of Heaven. And finally I let go. I knew that only God could help us get and stay pregnant (despite all the medical interventions, I knew that it all really was up to God.)

We tried for several months to get pregnant. That was hard too. As if waiting to try hadn't been hard enough, now we weren't getting pregnant despite trying. My faith wavered and I was worried we would never get pregnant. We prayed for God to be a part of our acts of love and we waited... Finally on July 6th, 2009, we found out we were pregnant again! The prayers became even MORE earnest at that point. I was thankful for the Heparin shots (which I did at 5 am and 5 pm) because it got me out of bed and gave me an opportunity to pray and talk to God EVERY morning.

To be continued...

Ruby's Birth Story Part 1

At long last, I am finally going to write and reflect on Ruby's birth. Be forewarned: this may be long!

I couldn't wholly tell you the story of Ruby's birth without telling you the story of Ira's birth. So here we go:

When I was 33 weeks pregnant with Ira, I started having contractions. They were close enough together and long enough that I called my doctor about them. He sent me to the hospital to have them checked. They gave me morphine to stop the contractions, but that made Ira's heartrate drop, so they had me stay in the hospital overnight for monitoring. After a night of monitoring, without anymore heart blips, they sent me home on bedrest. The contractions came and went, and we made several more trips to the hospital. Finally one night, they seemed to change, so we went to the hospital once again.

Now, this is where I will infuse new knowledge into the story. Andy and I were so young and naive about birth at that point, we wanted to do it all natural, but we weren't equipped with the knowledge to do so (despite the fact that we'd taken Lamaze - which I now see as a pointless venture.) When they checked me, I was at a 2, and they said if I dilated to a 3 in the next hour or so, they would admit me. The contractions essentially stopped, but when they checked me an hour later, I was at almost 3, so they admitted me... and immediately broke my water (big mistake #1.) and started me on pitocin (big mistake #2) Problem was, I don't really think Ira was READY to be born yet. So, all day, they kept increasing the pitocin, and I kept NOT progressing.

By 5 pm, our doctor (who by the way was NOT our doctor with Ruby's birth) was ALREADY pushing for a C-section (just 8 short hours after breaking my water!) Thank HEAVENS we had an incredible nurse who informed us that it was our right to refuse the doctor's recommendation. So we did.

By 8 pm, I had dilated to a measly 4 or 5, and stuff still wasn't moving. The doctor wanted a c-section scheduled. The nurse (I think?) suggested that we try stadol to help relax me so that maybe I could dilate more. I did that (which made me INCREDIBLY loopy!) I kid you not, the wallpaper border on the wall was MOVING! When it wore off, I had dilated a little more, and the contractions were picking up a little, but with our doctor's stringent time frame, someone suggested an epidural would continue to relax me so that I could dilate and avoid a c-section. We were willing to do just about anything at that point to avoid a c-section, so I had an epidural. I slept while the contractions continued. At 10 pm, the doctor said, enough waiting, you're 5th on the list for a c-section. We asked for ONE MORE HOUR... PLEASE! They said, okay, and checked me again at 11. I had progressed to 7 or so, so they let labor continue!

By around midnight, I felt the urge to push. The problem was, I couldn't feel WHERE to push, at all! They tried putting a mirror in front of me, so I could see, but apparently it made me light-headed, because the removed the mirror shortly after. They had to put me on oxygen, because I kept getting light-headed when I pushed. I also puked several times throughout the process. After nearly an hour and a half of pushing, Ira was finally born!! It was such an incredible experience to give birth vaginally, but I was left with regrets that I had to have an epidural. I wanted the birth of our next child to be different!

To be continued...

Late nights!

The last two nights have been kind of late nights for Miss Ruby! On Monday after I posted, she woke up and was awake for most of the rest of the day, and evening, and night... she would only sleep about 15 minutes at a time and was nursing about every 1.5 hours. It definitely made for a long day. She didn't go to sleep for the night until 3 AM! Thankfully, Andy heard me grumbling and crying at one point, so he got up with her for awhile, but it was hard to sleep b/c I could still hear her crying. I think I did sleep for like 15-20 minutes maybe. After 3, she slept till like 7:30 - not too bad I'd say! When Ira got up, he watched Winnie the Pooh so I could sleep a little more, pretty much a necessity for me. I can't fathom when I was in college and even after Andy and I got married and we could go on very little sleep. I can't do it now!

After we all got up and around, we went into town to go "free shopping." It's my latest favorite thing to do. I follow a blog that posts deals that in combination with sales and coupons, allows you to get things for free or close to free. I spent around $3.75 yesterday and got 6 boxes of Ronzoni Smart Taste pasta, 4 boxes of crackers (2 Special K, 2 Wheatables Nut Crisps), a can of shaving cream, a package of flossers, a package of pads, a 4 pk of Reveal bulbs, 2 jars of Lea & Perrins thick worcestershire sauce, 6 rolls of 3M Packing Tape, and a set of JCPenney towels (2 bath towels and a hand towel.) They say shopping is therapeutic (and I do tend to find that to be true for me - I know, it's "consumeristic," nonetheless, it's true.) Well this is just a great way to get some retail therapy for little to no money. Both kids were AMAZING! Ira has always been a great traveler and a great help when shopping, but Ruby struggles with her carseat. She hates it sometimes, so going anywhere is kind of a crapshoot. We've started to notice that if you nurse her (well if I nurse her) right before I put her in it, then she seems to do okay. That was the case yesterday, thankfully. I returned home a happy momma!

Last night, I started in on the process of re-sorting/marking all of Ira's clothes and Ruby's clothes too. We broke down and bought some storage tubs for them (we had been using these barrels that Andy had gotten leftover from a job, but they were just too big and too awkward to move.) I'm just going to mark everything, that way when someone needs them for their kiddo (my sisters and I share clothes) they are already marked. I'm excited to get this project underway - I'll probably work on it most of today.

Well, I suppose I should wrap this up - Ira is almost finished with his chores and he keeps saying when he's done that he wants me to clothespin a blanket to my shirt, then he can go inside it and pretend to be a baby and kick and I can feel it. (The child has been obsessed with birth lately - last week he pretended the new UV tent we got for Ruby was a womb. I went in the living room to find him inside the tent, and the tent covered with blankets so that it was "nice and dark and warm." After I went back into the kitchen, he said "Mom, you need to come see this tiny baby that was just born" (through the opening of the tent/blankets.) Obviously this is all stemming from Ruby's birth I'm sure, and the book "Angel in the Waters" that we read to him throughout my pregnancy. I love to see him so excited about babies/birth. He will make an amazing husband someday if that's what God is calling him to be. Or maybe he'll grow up to be a good, Catholic OB/GYN. Lord knows the world needs MORE of them!!

Right now on my mind: trying to decide whether to wake Ruby up earlier in the mornings so that she'll go to sleep earlier at night. (last night it was 11:30, not too bad, but still...)

Right now my house is: even more messy than last post, but only b/c I've got even more clothes out to organize... I like to think of it as the storm before the calm!

New reason to post!

Our littlest one is finally here!

Ruby Katharine arrived on
Friday, March 5th at 3:51 PM
She weighed in at 7 lbs. 10 oz.
and measured 19.25 in. long

Thanks to the Bradley Method, we were able to have a natural childbirth, which was the most incredible and empowering experience. I am so grateful to my husband, my wonderful coach- a natural birth would have been impossible without his help.

We are all recovering well and are adjusting quite nicely to being a family of four. Sometime, I will post the full details of labor/delivery, but for now, I'm going to keep posts short so that I can spend time loving on our beautiful baby (and our precious son, too!) Here's a few pictures to tide you over until next time...