Not So Simple Joys
It’s not a simple joy when it turns out that your new baby wakes just as the “olders” are going to sleep and you are able to just sit, play, nurse quietly with the little one.
It’s not a simple joy when, ongoing a trying season, you have a few people at your fingertips to call.
It’s not a simple joy to be blessed with the gift of optimism and try to smile even when stressed.
It’s not a simple joy that one’s husband comes home ready to help even when you don’t ask him to.
It’s not a simple joy that one’s children act as though they got the best gift ever when they hear the doorknob turn, signaling that daddy’s home.
It’s not simple at all that I’ve had 3 tricky pregnancies, given birth, and endured early mornings, sleepless nights, tantrum after tantrum and lost the ability to fit into any of my clothes in just 4 years.
It’s not simple, but actually it is.
My life is good, my heart is full, my children are awesome, I’m working hard and staying out of trouble.
So, I found this Right vs. Left Brain quiz this a.m. on an online forum:
I looked at it and could only see the dancer moving clockwise. I tried making it go the opposite way but couldn’t. I’m still trying.
So, I showed this to my very left brained accountant husband and asked him what he saw. Unsurprisingly, he said counter-clockwise and when I said I only saw clockwise he was incredulous.
So he stares at it for awhile. I come back into the room. This is how the conversation goes:
Sean: okay, I’ve made her go clockwise.
Sean: yeah, I had to force my brain from thinking logically and imagine her going the opposite way and now I can’t get her to go counter clockwise again.
5 mins later…
Sean: she’s still going clockwise! You’ve turned me into a right brainer…
Me: what’s 40 times 7?
Sean: *thinks a couple seconds* 280
Me: which way is the dancer going now?
Sean: *looks* you’re kidding.
Me: which way?
Sean: counter clockwise. Are you kidding me?!?
I wrote it out quick while snuggling so I wouldn’t forget it. Enjoy!
Prodromal labor: 7 am-10 pm with powerful ctx no more than 15 mins apart. 15 hrs
Active labor: 10 pm-2:20 am. 4.5 hrs.
My mom had been training to be at my sister’s birth and had also been studying hypnotherapy so she did great as my doula. Sean was my comfort and was present the entire time. Together they were a great team and very supportive.
Ctx were hard and I really struggled through them but I was able not to lose control (although I did whine in between) I had back ctx this time and I really had a rough go of adjusting to that. Micah was very active the entire labor and his movements felt like contractions and would make every contraction a little worse. But I did it through with coaching and by focusing. I was 2-3 cms when mw arrived at 10:40 pm and I labored on my hands and knees on the birth ball and in the tub. I preferred the tub bc of the back ctx. I felt like pushing a little around 1:00 or so and was given leave to grunt and do whatever I needed. Some ctx made me feel like grunting some didn’t. At 2:10 I was full on pushing without meaning to. Mw checked and saw that the head was coming down. It took about 10 minutes to get the head down…about 5-7 pushes or so and it took 1.5 pushes to get the head and body out at 2:20 am. He was born in the amniotic sack intact!🙂
It was a very intense labor but thankfully short and I have such a wonderful little prize here! He was born 8 lbs 4 oz and is doing great.🙂
I haven’t really wanted to blog much lately. “Why?” all of you faithful readers are probably asking (sarcasm, sarcasm) Well, I’ll be honest:
I’m crabby. I’m nearly 39 weeks pregnant. We’ve had heatwaves. I have two toddlers. My back and hips hurt a lot. I’m kinda cranky.😀
I don’t like to broadcast crankiness and that’s basically where my mind has been. I also don’t love sharing my difficulties with pregnancy because, well, I like having babies and desire to have a big family. Theoretically, I love pregnancy. I do love some things about it. I love feeling full of life. I love feeling the baby move. But it is so freaking hard. And having two very dependent little ones makes it that much harder. To be clear, I do not regret, resent, or wish it had happened at a different time. I love the family I have been given and am incredibly grateful for it BUT it’s just so difficult and I’ve found myself asking for help more than I ever have.
So there you have it: crankiness. Surprisingly, as I am drawing closer to my due date I’m feeling more and more upbeat instead of more and more cranky,
which I’m sure my dear husband appreciates. It may be that October is finally feeling much closer. It may be that the weather is cooling off. It may be because I feel like a superhuman for making it this far. Whatever it is, I’m going to quietly reflect on this joy and be at peace and I will be patient.
“Now we play the Waiting Game… The Waiting Game sucks, let’s play Hungry, Hungry Hippos.”
Come, autumn, come.
Let me start this post by saying that i had NEVER had the oppurtunity to decorate a nursery before. When Emmy was born, we were 10 1/2 months into our marriage and just starting out. We were only able to buy a few onesies and pacifiers (thank goodness for generous family and friends). Not mention we lived in a tiny apartment and we didn’t want to paint and stick things on the walls. Then with Isaac, we moved 7 months into my pregnancy and not 1 month later our entire family was struck by the nastiest flu I’ve ever experienced and we spent the next 2.5 months of my pregnancy sick. We just never got around to it.
But with baby number 3 on the way, I felt the desire to nest more. I had chosen a Dr. Seuss theme because of my love of his stories and because it’s a good gender neutral room theme. And because it’s cute😉. My dear friend and godmother-to-be of our soon-to-be expected son, threw me an AMAZING Dr. Seuss baby shower and I was able to take most of the decor she had there home with me to use in my nursery. I had also asked a good friend of our family who is also an interior designer (how lucky am I?) to help me put the room together. Then that same friend came to the shower and was inspired by the decor (like the trees incredibly craftily made by my dear friend and her sister) and theme and told me that she had a Green Eggs and Ham room for her daughter when her (now grown) daughter was 8.
Yesterday, my friend and her husband came by on possibly the hottest day of the year, locked us out of the room and worked for 5 hours straight. I am humbled by all of my friends’ generosity and am stunned, absolutely stunned by the result.
So sooo many people helped make this room possible. I actually had to buy very little and I’m absolutely thrilled with how it came out.
The detail of the decor from the upper bunk.
Em’s first look at the new room.🙂
Trying out the view from the top bunk.
“Socks in Socks!!!”
Emmy keeps telling me all about her new room and how beautiful it is.❤
It’s amazing what will keep an almost-three-year-old entertained for an hour and a half.🙂
Cheesy Post comin’ at ya but I heard this song on the radio this morning during morning snuggles and loved it.
My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You’re beauty and elegance
You’re a rhapsody, a comedy
You’re a symphony and a play
You’re every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me
You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul
You’ll be my breath should i grow old
You are my lover, you’re my best friend
You’re in my soul
Some photos from this summer. Happy Friday!!