Wednesday, November 28, 2007

A New Ad Campaign for Starbucks

Doesn't this make you want to go out and buy lots of coffee...?
Had to take pics in her gifts from the crew at Starbucks.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Sledding on Thanksgiving

Grandpa and Dad took Owen sledding Thanksgiving morning since we had a few inches of new snow. This year Owen loved it.

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!


More pics of the wee one.

Some new pics

Little Eden is 5 days old now. She loves to sit in her little bouncy seat and watch Owen run around.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

We're Home!

After a crazy night at the hospital, we came home this morning at about 10AM. It is now our mission to rest and retrain our little night-owl. Eden wakes up about 9PM, and is ready to play and eat all night--ALL night, not just off and on--all night.

Tamara is doing well. Very tired and restricted to a lot of rest for the next two weeks until her blood count comes back up.

Time to feed the little one and get some sleep.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Update

Tamara is doing very well. They released her from ICU Sunday afternoon about 4PM and sent her back upstairs to the maternity ward. Her blood count is still low but she is mobile and looks amazing. It looks like they are going to keep her at least until Wednesday before they let her come home.

Little Eden Mara is doing great. She is a sleeper. Owen was noisy and hungry all the time. Eden likes to sleep while she eats and then sleep some more. No complaints though.

We will get some more pics up soon. It has been tough to get updates up since this is the first hospital I have been in that has absolutely no public internet access--not even a wi-fi in the emergency department.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Proud Big Brother


Owen is a very happy camper when holding baby sister.

Just minutes old


Just moments after being born and meeting Mom, Eden awaits weigh-in, measurement, footprints, and breakfast. Already, her eyes are open and she turns her head to follow sounds or movement. She is 7 pounds, 11.8 ounces and just over 19 inches tall.

Baby inspection


Proud papa and big brother, Owen, give Eden the tender inspection only hours after birth, bath and breakfast.

Owen Welcomes His Baby Sister...

...though we haven't fully decided on a name. Tamara was in labor for 3-1/2 hours on Saturday, November 17 and the litte one was born without the aid of any pain medication at 11:34AM. All went amazingly well up to that point.

After delivery, there were complications trying to get the uterus to clamp down and stop blood flow. The doctors took her to the OR to make sure that all pieces of the placenta were out but the bleeding did not stop. They ended up going in with catheters through the femoral arteries and blocking the open ends of the uterine arteries with an expanding gel foam to stop the bleeding. After nearly 7 hours in the OR, she was released to ICU for observation.

This morning the doctor verified that the bleeding had stopped sufficiently. They are monitoring her blood counts to make sure she is stable and will be releasing her back to the Maternity Ward later this afternoon. We will probably be here for another day.

Owen is a perfect big brother. He makes sure his little sister is covered with her blanket and her hat is on good so she stays warm. She is eating and sleeping and pooping like a champ. As soon as we can get pictures loaded into the computer we will post some here.

More updates to come...

Friday, November 16, 2007

No baby yet, but...

I just saw my midwife--good news!
3 cm, 60% effaced--we're making progress. YEAH!

They did some bloodwork, just to be on the safe side (checking for pre-eclampsia again), b/c my blood pressure was up a little bit.
Then they did a non-stress test (put me on a fetal monitor), and the baby was not reacting liked they wanted. They wanted to send me to triage for more testing, but after poking the baby for a bit we convinced them that I was okay to go home.

However, no more work. If by some chance I don't have the baby this weekend, they're insisting I take it VERY easy.

Praying that the baby comes this weekend!

Nothing to report

Yesterday I had contractions that built up from 5 a.m. until 10 a.m. They got closer & closer together, and more & more intense--it finally seemed like the baby was coming.
By lunch it had calmed down, spiked again around 2 p.m., and basically came to a screeching halt by bedtime.
I was exhausted & sore.
Despite contractions most of the night, I feel great & well rested. Still, no baby, and nothing really showing that we'll see him or her today.

I'm not so frustrated that the baby hasn't yet been born. I'm definitely bummed--I was really looking forward to holding him or her yesterday.
The frustration comes with how do I plan my day when any second things could change. Do I go in to work? Do I rest up in preparation? Do I clean the entire house, b/c my nesting instincts are driving me nuts?

You would think with all my training & education in birthing that this would be so much easier.

Here's hoping my next post is to announce the birth of our second child.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

No, I haven't had the baby yet.

I received 5 phone calls in a row all asking if I'd had the baby yet.

If you're reading this: Don't call us, we'll call you. We don't plan on keeping the birth of our child a secret (obviously, we're posting intimate details of our life on the world wide web).

I wasn't feeling anxious until all these calls started happening. Now it's like I'm pressured to push this kid out--and my due date is still two weeks away!

So--here's your official update: I was taken off bed rest, though they want me to take "rests" 3x a day for a least an hour (meaning laying down). I plan to go back to work tomorrow. I feel great. Blood pressure is normal (except when I get a phone call about whether or not I've had the baby). The baby will come when it comes. Thanks for asking.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

It's Not All About Me

Yesterday my midwife put me on bed rest.
I can get up to:
  • use the bathroom
  • shower
  • eat

I woke up on Wednesday extremely fatigued--not a little extra tired--we're talking muscles-not-responding-to-commands and falling-asleep-in-the-middle-of-conversations pure exhaustion. When I went into the midwife's office they found my blood pressure higher than normal. They did some bloodwork, and put me on the fetal monitor for about 1/2 an hour.

All tests came back good, but they don't want to take any chances considering my history. So, to bed I went.

I'm really bad at bed rest, but as a good friend pointed out--this isn't about me. We're trying to keep the little one safe.

I can't believe I've done this for two days. A BIG thank-you to all of you wonderful people who have offered to watch Owen, bring food, or just come and sit with me to keep me from going stir-crazy.

Surprisingly, I've had about 4 hours worth of naps today, and I'm still tired. I'm hoping that this means the baby will be here soon. Mom & Dad are due to arrive on Saturday--seems like a perfect day to go into labor.

Tamara

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Top 10 Things Never to Say to a Pregnant Woman


10. When are you due?
9. You're really not that big.
8. Looks like you've dropped.
7. Wow, you're really showing.
6. Look at that belly!
5. When are you due, again?
4. You're still pregnant?
3. When are you going to let that baby out?
2. Are you sure you're not having twins?
1. No, seriously--when are you due?

The only thing you ever need to say to a pregnant woman: "You look fabulous."
So, we've started a blog. We wanted a place our friends & family could go to get updates on our growing family--so, here it is. Enjoy!

As of Thursday, Tamara is 50% effaced with minimal dilation. Slow progress, but progress nonetheless. Unlike with Owen--we're actually "ready," if there is such a thing when preparing for a baby. The carseat is in the car, the bags are packed, and now we're waiting.

Owen is getting very excited, and enjoys rubbing his mommy's belly. We think he's got an idea of what's going on, but has no clue how his life is getting ready to change.