Wordless Wednesday: So Big!

coming home - so tiny in the seat

6 weeks - his head is above the insert, we took it out for the ride home

Carousel

Rob and I rode the Bug Carousel when we were dating and went to the Bronx Zoo.  We took our engagement pictures on the Central Park Carousel.  We've ridden carousels at Flushing Meadows, Rye Playland, and Six Flags.  Something about a good merry-go-round makes me smile.  When Simon is bigger I can't wait to take him on the one in Bryant Park.

Congress Park in Saratoga has a restored carousel.  The tails are made of real horse tails!  Of course we had to ride and take Simon on his first ride.  Since he was only 6.5 weeks old at the time we decided it was best he ride in the stationary carriage.  But that didn't stop us from taking some pictures on the horses first.

First Carousel Ride of what I hope will be many more to come.

Saratoga Sunrise

We spent last week in Saratoga.  In addition to taking the rabbit for walks we went to the track and walked through town.

Race day is a bit to much for us to handle with Simon right now. So we went to breakfast at the track and watched the early morning practice.  I've been wanting to do this since I first visited Saratoga in 2006, but since you have to be there by 7 am sleep has always won.  Now that I have a little alarm clock, 7am is no problem.  We had an entire day by 10 am.

Once he woke up Simon really did watch the horses some.  He made all the jockey's smile.  And there was at least one other family pointing out the horses to a much to young infant.

 On the way home from the track we stopped in to see the grounds of Yaddo.  We saw an exhibit at the library a couple of years ago and have been wanting to visit.  Most is closed to the public, but here is the house and the garden.

 When we got home our little eskimo was ready for a nap.  Like I said a whole day before 10 am.  And so glad I packed the pants and jacket.  Perfect fall weather all week.

Oh, Irene

We missed the earthquake last week, but were back just in time for Hurricane Irene.  MTA shutdown, grocery stores out of water, everyone out of batteries.  We were lucky.  Many areas lost power, hopefully not for too long.  New Jersey was hit hard.  There was lots of flooding, we had none of that.  We prepared for Irene by going to the grocery for our normal shopping trip mostly because we needed food.  Saturday morning I filled up all of our pitchers and water bottles, just in case.  We have a flashlight, matches, and candles.

 

Yesterday morning we took a walk to get out before the storm hit.  We had light to moderate rain on and off yesterday.  Lots of rain overnight.  Our window is leaking...again...ugh...since they just "fixed" it.  Since it was fixed a year ago, this fix really made it worse.  This morning Irene made landfall in New York.  A tropical storm now.  Once she passed, the back end was lovely.  A bit of sunshine, a light rain, the smell of fall in the air.  A leaky window, I'm glad that's the worst of it.  But now I need to get the window fixed.

the worst destruction we could find

After the weather cleared, we went for a Sunday afternoon walk.  Business as usual in Sunnyside.  Many restaurants and shops were open.  The park was full.  This tree, kindly leaning against the car rather than smashing it, was the worst damage we came across.  Lots of leaves down.  Last weekends thunderstorm was worse.  Again, we were lucky.

flying a kite in the park

As a bonus to me, classes are cancelled tomorrow.  I'm assuming in part because the MTA won't be up and running until later in the day tomorrow and no one can get to school.

 

What Rob Did: Monkey's Paradise

We took our first family trip this week, up to Saratoga Springs to visit my cousins in their trailer in the woods.  Of course Simon was coming, a second use for the car seat, and we had the conversation of what to do with the rabbit.  We have two usual options, 1) pack him up and drop him off with Josh, a huge pain for us, or 2) leave him home and have Josh or someone come feed him each day, a pain for them.  Peggi and Tyrone have 2 dogs and 4 birds, so we decided to just bring him along to join the menagerie.  Monkey and the dogs met last Thanksgiving and were fine together.  But since they did spook each other a bit and the trailer and porch have lots of hidey holes for a rabbit Rob did what he's been wanting to for awhile.  He bought a lead for Monkey.  It wraps around his neck and under his front legs keeping him secure.  The rationale was so Monkey could be out on the porch without getting stuck in a hidey hole or darting away from a curious dog.

But what he really wanted to do was take Monkey for a walk.  Outside.  In the wild woods.  I don't know why this made me so anxious, but it did.  However, after the first time when I saw it was fine I stopped worrying an Monkey got twice daily walks.  He found a fern grove just outside the porch and made a beeline for it as soon as his little feet hit the ground.  he even chewed himself a clearing.

 Rob and Monkey and Peggi had such a good time on these walks.  I think Monkey is probably the saddest of all of us to be home again.  It means back to his cage.

And just so you can see how fast he is.  Here are some videos.

{this moment}

{This moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, visit Soulemama to leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

Birth Story Part 2: at the hospital and a change in plans

The (really, really) long version continued: Part 1 HERE  *If you don't want all the labor details about the epidural and lack of progress start at the astriks at 1PM.

We got to labor and delivery around 2:30 and I was taken to triage.  I was not so fond of the nurse who was in charge of checking me in.  She wasn't friendly and she kept asking me questions while I was unable to talk, hello contraction, and then would keep asking until I answered.  Needless to say I snapped at her from the pain and then she was all like "well that is an unnecessary tone."  I apologized, but really don't think I needed to.  Rob was too stressed out by my pain to remember to answer the questions - like "do you want an epidural" or "how long have you been in labor" - for me, hence the snapping  I was then put on the monitors and checked.  90% effaced, -2 station, 5 cm dilated.  Woo hoo!  I'm halfway there or something.

At this point I was still committed to my epidural free birth.  It was a very busy night in labor and delivery, so I was in triage until a little after 5am.  In this time they never came to take me off the monitors so I couldn't move.  Not that the cramps would have allowed for much of that anyhow.  The nurse also came in to put in my IV.  This was during a moment of high pain, so I wasn't with it enough to say hep lock only.  Rob was in a chair across the room.  He could get a little closer but not too much because of all the machines.  At some point I was in pain, and Rob wasn't able to help me and I couldn't move and I started to think the epidural wasn't such a bad idea. (**I really don't know if some of these things were different if I would have made a different decision or not regarding the epidural)  At 5 when the nurse came to tell me my room was almost ready.  I said I was thinking maybe an epidural, they took this to mean call the anesthesiologist right now.  On my way to the room the nurse grabbed me around the waist, to help me walk I guess, and I snapped don't touch me.  Again she was offended, but she didn't ask or say anything, and if someone was going to help me I would prefer it be Rob and I really didn't want anyone touching me at that point.

When I got to the room the anesthesiologist was waiting.  I was ok with it and ready but if you aren't sure don't say you are thinking about it.  My justification to myself for the epidural was I can't move around anyhow, so I might as well not move and be comfortable.  And I was exhausted as I had been in labor and constant (no breaks between contractions) for 11 hours.  When asked for my pain scale the contractions were around an 8 and the breaks a 4 or 5.  The epidural went in fine, it's probably best that policy is Rob had to wait in the hall.  I did have a very nice med student who wanted to observe and she held my hands.  The hardest part of this was sitting upright and still as it went in.  As soon as it took I had an absence of pain between contractions.  During this time I stayed on the lowest dose with no "booster" drug because I did still want to feel the contractions.  But I was finally able to rest.  And even sleep a little.  Rob however, was in an upright chair again.  I should also point out that due to heat and watching too much Netflix we had both only slept about 3 hours on Thursday night and had now been awake all night Friday night.  When the shift changed at 7:30 and my new nurse came in, I was actually smiling feeling pretty refreshed for all the catnaps.  Rob was looking pretty rough and the first thing the nurse did was go find him a recliner.  I told Rob to call my parents and let them know we were at the hospital (funny story in itself) and then to sleep for awhile.  The nurse gave him a blanket and he kind of did.  My doctor, Dr. S was on L & D for the weekend.  So she came in at 8 and checked me again.  5 cm!  At this point I was super glad of the epidural because if I had been in labor with lots of pain for 5 additional hours and knew I hadn't progressed I would have been pretty stressed.  Dr. S broke my water and there were meconium in the fluid.  She wasn't worried but said we'd have to check the baby when he came out.  The also gave me an internal contraction monitor.

At 11 Dr. S checked me again.  7cm.  I had progressed, but slower than they would like.  They like to see 1cm/hour.  Dr. S said to go another hour and then maybe give me pitocin to speed things along.  I was ok with this and Rob and I chatted and I was feeling pretty good.  At noon I was starting to have back labor.  At this point I figured if I had an epidural, I might as well have the epidural and asked for another dose.  Dr. S said to hold on though because maybe I was ready to push.  No progress.  And the baby's heart rate had not been recovering super well from the decels. (*If I had not had the epidural I would have asked for not constant monitors, so this may or may not have been a factor).  I got the booster dose of epidural.  Then Dr. S gave me an internal heart rate monitor for the baby and an oxygen mask for me.  She also said no pitocen because that would possibly put the baby in distress and mentioned that if things didn't start moving we'd think about a C-section.  She'd come back in an hour.

The mention of a C-section was scary.  I wasn't concerned, still thinking I would progress and all would be well.  Rob got choked up though.  Surgery means bad things *could* also happen to me, and we both really wanted to avoid surgery.  We were both teary and choked up and talked a little about it, but weren't really left alone long enough to process big feelings.  And we were processing that the baby could be in trouble.  The internal monitor is SCARY.  It's a loud ticking sound that gets slower as his heart rate drops.  And then sometimes just stops - this is a transmission error from the baby or me moving around - which is about the most terrifying thing ever.  The nurse said the heart would never just stop like that, but I asked he to turn off the sound anyway.  She didn't do that, but did turn it as low as it would go.  (As a side note the contraction monitor has a loud alarm that signals a paper jam.  I think that alarms should really be reserved for actual emergencies for parents sanity.)

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At 1 o'clock Dr. S came back.  Still no progress.  Ugh.  She said C-section.  And meant like right now.  This is when Rob and I both got a little scared and choked up.  I trust my doctor, and if she is saying this it needs to happen. But still, not what we wanted.  I had been in the room for 8 hours and in labor for 19.  She said most people would be parents by now.  She didn't know what the hold-up was but my cervix was starting to swell and he was possible too big.  She didn't want to wait, because it didn't seem I would progress, and didn't want to risk pitocin.  She brought the paperwork I signed and then things started moving lightening fast.

waiting in the hallway

The nurse brought scrubs for Rob and started telling us about the prep.  We were both teary and still processing.  I asked for a few minutes.  The nurse cleared the room.  Rob and I both broke down sobbing.  He sat on the bed and we hugged and were talking a little to comfort each other.  I swear we got 90 seconds before the room was full again and everything was starting.  This was not enough time for either of us to really be ok with the C-section.  Or enough time to stop crying uncontrollably.  I was given more epidural, enough for surgery and they started prepping me.  Rob went to the bathroom, I think to cry and wash his face, and THEY TOOK ME.  I know Rob was going to have to wait outside until they were ready to start the surgery, but I didn't want him coming out of the bathroom to find me gone either.  I told them to have someone wait for him.  I have no idea if anyone did, but he was directed to outside the OR, so I guess someone did.

Through all of this I could not stop crying.  I finally asked to take the oxygen mask off because I couldn't breathe.  I felt like it was suffocating me.  I asked for a kleenex to blow my nose, the best they could do was a blanket, I have no idea whose bare hand I put the snot covered blanket in when I was done.  I was trying to be all business, but I couldn't stop crying.  Hormones and drugs I blame it on.  Oh, and I was still a little scared, and my husband was in a hallway somewhere.  I got the sense the staff was used to that though because everyone in the OR was very calming and soothing and nice about it.  Everyone also explained exactly what they were doing even though I couldn't see or feel below my chest.  I was also FREEZING.  The epidural made my legs and upper back really cold, so they put pressure warming boots on.  The extra saline made my arm cold, so extra warm blankets on my chest and arms.  In addition to crying I now couldn't stop shaking.  I was worried I was going to shake to much for them to do the surgery, then I remembered I was numb and nothing down there was actually moving.

first pic

Rob was brought in and he had the camera.  His eyes were all red.  I told him "you have to hold it together from here on out because I'm not going to be able to"  All of this happened within 15 minutes of being told we were having a C-section.  I cried through the whole surgery.  Getting Simon out was pretty quick.  They started cutting at 1:21 and he was born at 1:41.  The way he was turned and his size made it take a bit to get him out.  I could feel the tugging and Dr. S talking about turning him.  Once he came out he was given directly to the pediatrician.  He wasn't held up for me to see or brought over.  He didn't cry immediately, but within a few seconds.  I don't know what went on with Simon at this time, normal newborn stuff I suppose.  When Rob went with him to the nursery they said they wanted to monitor his breathing and that this was common after a C-section.

mad

I do know that I was out of it enough Dr. S did not ask us his name.  I sent Rob over to take pictures so I could see my baby.  He took some pictures and came back to show me.  The nurses called him back over to hold the baby after about 10 minutes and Rob brought him over to me.  The nurses took our first family photos.  We look rough in these pics.  Raw emotion.  I looked at them for the first time a month later and they made me teary.

finally seeing Simon (about 10 min post birth)

family

 Some notes on things to remember if and when we ever have another baby:
1. Written checklist for Rob to look at both at home and in the hospital (remind K to drink water, ask every 30 minutes "what can i do", answer to all hospital questions and THEN ANSWER FOR YOUR WIFE)  If he can't remember to answer then HAND THE LIST TO THE NURSE.
2. Ask to be taken off the monitors after 20 minutes in triage (also on husband list)
3. Say no to the IV in triage (also on husband list)
4. If there is no reclining chair for the husband in L & D, ASK for one
5. Ask for intermittent rather than constant BP monitoring.  I had major bruising from the cuff
6. DO NOT sign consent forms for anything until you are actually ready.  If you need a few minutes say so BEFORE not after you sign.  Otherwise you get no time.

first time holding Simon (6:15 pm)

The birth was traumatic, that's really the only way I can describe it.  But it's been almost 7 weeks not, and the raw feeling is subsiding.  I have no regrets about having the C-section.  I really feel it was the way he was going to get here.  I would change a few things about the overall experience, see the list above, but I don't feel like I was cheated out of a vaginal delivery.  I was asked around 4 weeks if I would go though labor again, since I did for 19 hours and all, and I said yes without hesitating.  This surprised me, because until that day I was seriously thinking I could be ok with one baby ever.  But if I am lucky enough to have a second, I would go through labor and Dr. S said there is no reason I couldn't have a VBAC.  She said he was big, 7.5 pounds doesn't sound that big, but maybe he was.  He was also turned with his face 3/4 to the front, causing my back labor and making it hard to descend, I think this was the bigger problem, but that is just my opinion.

Six Weeks

Dear Simon,

You are six weeks old.  I took some pictures on your one month birthday - you're getting so big.  Someday soon I will get them from the camera to the computer.  Taking care of you is a full time job.  I may never get pictures and posts synchronized again.  You're first week home was full of family visits and help with you and the apartment while I recovered.  You slept a lot and there was lots of time spent on your bean bag pillow snuggled against my side.  Week two it was just you and me.  We had friends drop in every day for lunch and to cuddle with you.  You also started to spend more time awake.  Your daddy and I didn't know what to do with you since you were still so little.  Sleeping time was easy, we slept or worked.  Awake time was a learning curve.

 Weeks 3 and 4 you really started to chunk up and put on some babyfat rolls.  These are the best.  You rolled over from your belly to your back twice one night.  You were really mad.  The first time you started propped on a pillow, but the second was all you.  When you are awake you hate to be lying on your back.  You prefer to be upright, either carried or standing.  You are so strong and love to move.  We are going to have our hands full when you start moving for real.  We borrowed a bumbo seat for you.  You're not quite big enough for it, you need to get a little better at head control, but your first night in you loved it.

You've change so much in six weeks.  And not just how you've grown.  We visited your doctor on your one month birthday.  She said you were growing great. At your appointment you weren’t yet focusing on our faces when we talked to you.  But at 5 weeks you looked right at us.  What a difference a week makes!  At 5 weeks you also gave us your first big smile!  You have two dimples, just like your Dad.  This makes us all happy.  We’ve spent a lot of the last two weeks trying to get you to smile again.  And you don’t give them up for just anything.  Every time we see a smile it’s like a celebration.  I’m sure this will change, but it is your best “trick” to date.  Your other trick is when we blow on your face you will stick out your tongue like you are tasting the air.  When you were first born you looked just like me.  But now you are staring to look more like your dad.  You still have my nose and lips.  Your hair has gotten lighter, but I'm so happy it didn't fall out.  It makes me smile how it sticks up all over the place.

Sleep has been pretty consistent.  You give us one long stretch of about 5 hours most nights.  To maximize our rest we start this between 9 and 11pm.  Your pretty good about eating and going right back to sleep around 3.  Technically you are only getting up once at night.  When you wake up around 6 you are so happy for the first hour you are up before you nap again.  This is when you play with Daddy, while I shower and get ready.  Your newest thing, which we would love for you to grow out of is a super fussy period from around 7 until 9.  Nothing makes you feel better.  These are your evening fussies.  You fuss yourself to sleep then wake up an hour later ready to party – but really it’s bed time.

To let all of your adoring fans (the fam, far away) keep up with you we try to send a photo or video a day out in an email.  They love it.  And we love when they come and visit.  They are always sending or bringing your presents, like the outfit in the pictures.  And you have a bin full of toys, now you just need to get big enough to play with them.

Your Uncle Josh is the lucky one.  He lives close by so can see you in person whenever he wants.  You two are going to be good buddies.  He was your first baby sitter and has kept you twice already while we've gone out to dinner.

Baby boy.  You are a lot of hard work.  24/7 didn't have real meaning until now.  You keep us on our toes.  But, as you grow and now notice us, you are getting more and more fun to have around.  I think we’ll keep you :)