Wednesday, April 25, 2012

It's a Girl!!! Zadie Marie Rhodes

In case my lack of posts complaining about not having a baby yet didn't make it obvious, our baby has arrived - and IT'S A GIRL!
Zadie Marie was born at 4:15 AM last Tuesday, April 17th.  She weighed 7 pounds, 15 ounces, and was 20 inches long.  What we noticed right off were her deliciously chubby cheeks - so perfect and kissable.  She has dark hair; not a whole lot, but more than her brothers were born with.  Her skin is just gorgeous - I can't keep myself from stroking her face just to marvel at the smoothness.

I complained in my post last Monday that things just weren't happening.  That afternoon, I helped Paul with a project outside, skipping my nap, and still it only resulted in a few twinges - but definitely not "things are getting ready to go" contractions.  And of course, as soon as I told Paul I'd had them while I was helping him, they stopped.  We had discussed whether to send the boys over to his parents' house just in case, but I was feeling nothing, so we decided to let them stay at home.... I didn't want them to feel like we were kicking them out, and have them be away from home for longer than necessary.  (I wanted the addition of a new family member to be as smooth of a transition as possible for them.)
Paul and I watched a movie on TV, staying up until 12:30.  Still nothing happening.  So we went to bed.  At 2:20, I woke up having a contraction.  I looked at the clock, just so I could make note if I had another one.  I had another one six minutes later.  Then five minutes.  Then four.
I got out of bed, because I've heard changing positions can sometimes make contractions stop.  They started coming even closer together.  So I got in the shower - again, thinking a warm, relaxing shower might change things.  Heh.  I had 3 contractions in the span of a five-minute shower.  Paul stumbled into the bathroom while I was in the shower and just looked at me.  I said, "We need to call your parents."
We made it to the hospital by about 3:30.  The nurse told me that when I came in the room, she thought I wasn't that close.  (She didn't see I had 3 contractions while trying to change into my hospital gown and pee in the cup.)  Once I got up on the bed she checked me and told the other nurse, "You need to call Dr. Sinclair NOW."  Then she looked at me and said, "Good thing you weren't planning on an epidural, because you're not going to have enough time to get one."  They started trying to get an IV in me, and by the time my doctor arrived, they still hadn't gotten it in.  They stuck me 6 times before they finally succeeded, just as I needed to push.  I actually could have started pushing before, but I couldn't concentrate with them digging around on me with a needle.  I think my doctor was about to tell them to forget it so we could get that baby out.  (I totally would have been okay with that.... I hate the IV.)
When the doctor broke my water, she told me there was meconium in the waters, which means the baby had pooped while inside.  I wouldn't be able to hold the baby as soon as she was born, they would have to take her over to the table immediately.  It also meant that as soon as her head came out, I had to stop pushing and let them suction out her nose and mouth and clean off her face so she didn't inhale any of the meconium when she took her first breath.  When the final push came, and the baby was out, Paul kissed me and said, "You've got a girl."  It was 4:15, and we'd only been at the hospital for 45 minutes.  I was in labor for less than 2 hours.
Even though Zadie was born at 4 AM on her assumed due date, the doctor told me she was probably actually about a week late, based on not only the meconium, but also the fact that the cord had deteriorated.  So - we were right!  We had always thought she should have shown up a week earlier.
I am amazed, for the third time now, at the instant overwhelming love at first sight a mother can feel when she sees her baby.  I just stare and stare at her, and can't get enough.
Recovery has been really easy, probably because there was no tearing.  Again, as with Jacob, my tailbone was what was sore.... I finally figured it out why:  all of those muscles down there anchor to your tailbone.  Anyhow.
My parents came around 8 (? I think....  It kind of ran together.), and then Paul's parents brought the boys in about 9.  The boys love their new sister.  Nathan especially was enamored with her from the get-go.  They sat on the chair and held her together, and Nathan sang to her the whole time.  He shaded her eyes from the bright light when she was on the bed.  They came back that evening, and then Jacob couldn't get enough of her, touching her and wanting to hold her.  I am so glad they love their sister.

As usual, I was too wound to sleep well during the day.  I got a few naps in.  Zadie and I spent the day getting to know each other, and Paul went home just before lunch to take a nap.  (He was regretting that past-midnight movie. :) ) He came back for supper, and we hung out in our room watching TV.  He headed home around 11.  I had the nurses watch Zadie in the nursery for about 3 hours so I could really crash without responding to every little squeak and grunt from her.
I had told Paul that if this baby was a girl, he had to go buy her a PINK outfit for her to wear home from the hospital.  I had some (quite a few, as it turns out) hand-me-downs, but I wasn't going to wash a bunch of clothes if we weren't for-sure going to need them.  The outfit I took to the hospital was yellow.  Paul came back to the hospital with a pink sleeper, a purple sleeper, and a pink onesie.  He did such a good job.
We got to go home on Wednesday morning.  As the nurse read my dismissal, she's like, "And the baby will do this, but you know that..... And you'll need to do this.... But you're doing that already....."  Apparently I came across as an "old pro."
Zadie has been such an easy baby.  She sleeps SO MUCH.  Maybe this is normal for newborns, but it was not for our boys.  They slept for the first couple days, then they refused to sleep unless I was holding them.  I wondered if she was sleeping too much, but she'd gained all of her birth weight back by one week.  I'm having a hard time getting my milk regulated, because of her sleeping so much, I think.

Jacob continues to adore his sister.  He is always petting on her.  "Me like her hands.  Me like her hair.  Me like her belly button."  Whatever he's looking at, he likes.  It is so sweet.  He's had a snotty nose since the day she was born, and I have a hard time balancing between being thrilled he's so affectionate and adoring (we were worried about jealousy, because he was definitely my snuggler), and being freaked out about him kissing her with a snotty face.
Nathan hasn't been as adoring since life is back to normal.  He's definitely helpful, but he's more matter-of-fact about it.  He'll talk to her some, and occasionally sing to her.  He told Paul he was going to teach her to walk.  I think when she's more interactive, he'll really enjoy being big ("biggest") brother.

In case you were wondering about the name, Paul came up with it clear back when we were expecting Nathan.  I really like unique names (but ones with obvious pronunciation), since I have a common name - there was always someone else with my name.  Paul came home from working one night and said, "What do you think about the name 'Zadie'?"  I liked it.  I added the middle name Marie, which is my middle name, and was also my mother's and grandmother's.  We only had to wait 5 years to use it.
 And that's the story of our precious Zadie Marie.  We are both (all four!) totally in love with her, and I'm pretty sure she has her daddy completely wrapped around her finger already.  And he's totally okay with that.

Monday, April 16, 2012


"What's this?" [Nathan picks a carrot out of the spaghetti sauce.] (Yes, I put tiny diced carrots in my spaghetti sauce.)
"It's something good.  What do you think it is?"
"It's something good that I don't like."

Still No Baby

Tomorrow's my due date..... And still no baby.
Not that it's not unheard of to go to, or past, your due-date.  In fact, I was late with Nathan.  But it's just surprising and a little frustrating when you've been expecting to go early your whole pregnancy.  (According to my cycles, I pegged my due date as the 9th.)  When we had our midway sonogram, the measurements were showing us due between the 10th and 14th.  Maybe it was not that, and our baby just has an unusually large head.  (Oh, please, no!)
Over the weekend, I thought we'd be going.  I had a few strong contractions, but nothing close together, and not more than 2 or 3 in an evening or day.  It must have been the weather.  (We were in a tornado watch.)

So we wait.  Tomorrow is my weekly checkup that I fully intended to miss, because I would have a baby in my arms.  We will decide then whether or not to induce.  If I haven't progressed any further than last week, I would prefer to wait.  I'm of the persuasion that everything goes better for baby and mommy the longer you wait and the more nature does on it's own.

My sister took these pictures of me on Easter weekend.  I had a "maternity shoot" (pics specifically focusing on the belly) with both boys, I felt like this baby deserved the same.  My mom said she doesn't have any pictures of herself pregnant, even though she was four times, so I want to make sure I do.  

SUPER BELLY.  I grow tiny humans.  What's your super power?

This one she set up, and thought it was hilarious, but I wasn't on board with (not exactly flattering).  But then when I saw it and came up with a caption, it struck me as funny, too.  I put it on Facebook, and something like 50 of my friends (a quarter of all I have on FB) "liked" it - which never happens.  So apparently everyone thought it was amusing.

And, I'm fully convinced this is why we have no baby:  we're ready.  This is our bags packed for the hospital and sitting by the door.  It's also the baby seat and the boys' bag to go to Grandpa and Grandma's.

Murphy's Law says if you're not ready, it will happen?  (basically....)  Well, we are ready, so it's not happening.
And you should see the house!  It's so clean!  (Despite what it looks like with the pile of blankets in the background of the picture..... The boys were "camping" with one of the outside cats, and I told them they had to stay by the door.)  I only wish/hope I can keep up on it after the baby like I have the last couple weeks.

Anyhow.  Waiting.......

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Ready.... Set..... Now Don't Go!

Everything is ready for the baby.  Everything I can think of, at least.  All clothes, blankets, diapers, burp rags, washed and folded and put away.  Hospital bag packed, except for the camera and phone charger.  Car seat cleaned and base installed.  Diaper bag stocked.
Now it would be really convenient if the baby would wait.
My grandmother (my mom's mother) passed away last week.  It wasn't totally unexpected.  She had congestive heart failure and COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease), and we knew she wouldn't be recovering from it.  I was never really close to this grandmother, so it's not really an emotional time for me.  My emotions are more for how it affects my mom and her sister and brother.
The funeral is this Thursday.  I have a small part in it, and Paul is a pallbearer, but nothing major if we can't be there because of Baby.  But it would be a lot less stress and emotion for my mom if Baby would wait until after the funeral.  I was saying - just wait until after Easter morning service..... Now, it's just wait until Thursday afternoon......  I'm not actually due until a week from this Tuesday (17th), but have had a feeling I'd go early (as has everyone close to me).  I don't feel like it's imminent, but you never know.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Overheard: (One from Jacob this time!)

"Jake, don't climb in the laundry basket while I'm hanging clothes out on the line.  The clothes are clean and your feet are dirty."
"My feet not dirty."
"Yes, your feet have sand from the sand pile on them."
"No.  No sand.  Just poop."  [cat poop - gag] he tries to climb in the laundry basket again.

It's to That Point.....

Oh my.  I just printed out my birth plan.  It just clicked to me:  It really is close.
Yesterday was 2 weeks until my due date.  We really are to the "any day now" time.  Paul has been asking me for two weeks if I've packed my bag for the hospital.... I think it's because he doesn't want to have to try to find everything himself if I go to the hospital unprepared.  (I think he was scarred last spring when he had to bring me pads when I was in the hospital.....  They were double bagged and buried under other stuff. :P   He doesn't want to do that again.... Not to mention the nursing pads....  A man bringing his wife two types of pads??  NOOOOO!!!!!)
Well, tonight I packed the hospital bag.  That is a task I hate doing, because what do you need?  I mean, really need?  Clothes are the hardest for me, because I want to be comfy, but not look like a bag lady either.  Will I be cold or hot?  What will the weather be like when we go home?  I'm trying to go minimal, because I remember how little I used with the boys.
I'm also at the point where I feel like I have to shave every time I take a shower.  I was talking to a friend from church, who is also pregnant, about shaving - which, seriously, at this point.... "I shave by faith, not by sight."  This friend has worked as an OB nurse, and mentioned how after "being on the un-groomed end of things" shaving was very important to her as she nears her due date.  I had told myself that the doctor and nurses have seen everything, so some stubbly knees aren't a big deal, but maybe not.  Oh well.
I was going to get a pedicure, but then was thinking about these dang stockings.... I'm still supposed to wear them, even after I deliver.  So who is going to enjoy, or even see the pedicure?  I think I'll paint my own toes (or make Paul?) before delivery, and then reward myself with a pedicure mid-summer after I've had my veins fixed and I'm finally stocking-free!  (It will have been 6 months of wearing them by then.)
I also was going to get a hair cut before I have the baby.  But then I found out I could pull my hair back into a ponytail - a very stubby, ugly one, but a ponytail nonetheless.  That is handy since we're working outside a lot.  And then I remembered the shedding.  I didn't have postpartum shedding with Nathan, but did majorly with Jacob.  So assuming I lose 3/4 of the hair on my head in the next few months..... I'll save the haircut for trying to make it look good after that. :)  (I'm a cheapskate who only gets my hair cut twice a year, if that.)
Paul installed the infant car seat base in the backseat of the car this afternoon.  It's going to be tight, but we'll manage.  The car seat is cleaned and ready to go.... As long as I can keep the @#%* cat from peeing on it.  I don't know what's up with him, but he is on my list.  He peed on the changing table last week.
Well, the dryer just kicked off.  That's the baby clothes!  Last major prep thing to do to get ready for Baby.  Tomorrow, Paul can help me pick out which white or yellow outfit we want to take to the hospital.  I still have no feeling one way or the other.  I think it's a girl, just because statistically, we're due for a girl after two boys.  But I don't know.  I love the anticipation, though.
And the house is a disaster.  I'm on about a 3-day cycle.  About every third day, I feel like I'm on top of things around here where I would be okay leaving for 2 days to have a baby.  But it is definitely not the third day.  Path through the living room, piles in the dining room and kitchen......ugh.
We'll get there.
And if not......
Baby will get here anyways.