It's been 5 months and 3 weeks since Oliver was born. I've learned so much as a new mom. I still remember the first time going to the mall with him, how terrified I was when he cried. I froze, I even had a little tear. I didn't know how to behave with the baby in a place I was so familiar with before he came along. Now I feel like a stranger in a strange place. I wonder if that's how he felt when he was born.
I have since learned to ignore those fears and have even fed him at the table in a restaurant. I can run errands with him, even go to parties with him.I have lost all of the baby weight and can fit in my pre-pregnancy jeans. And I've gained so much more confidence in myself as a mother. It took a while, but thanks to Oliver being such a great baby, he's made my job a lot easier once I recovered from the C-section and the crazy postpartum hormones.
The only thing I really struggled with was about my return to work. I had always saw myself as a working mom. The funny thing is, I didn't even know what that meant. I understood the "working" part very well. I just didn't know the "mom" half was not just a title. It actually comes with a lot of emotions, attachments, and responsibilities. Even though I knew I love spending time with Oliver, taking care of him, teaching him, and playing with him, I just didn't think about the details of what is involved in going back to work and what that lifestyle would be. I thought that I needed the job I loved to feel complete and confident. The logic was, if mommy is happy with herself, then the baby will benefit from it too. I also didn't want my years of education and work experience to end because my priorities changed. And that was it, my priorities have changed.
Maybe it wasn't so much of a struggle with the situation itself. It was more of my stubborn mind of a plan I had that is changing and evolving without me recognizing it. The plan was more of a fantasy because it was made before the baby was born. I am naive to think everything can operate the same way as it was. A part of me suspected that I'd change my mind about going back, but I couldn't bring myself to accepting it. I didn't make a list of pros and cons until the week before I made my decision. I think I was afraid to see it in writing, because then there's no denying what the right decision would be.
I've been with Disney a total of about 10 years. I started out as an intern who barely knew how to use photoshop. I worked for 3 months and fell in love with the energy of the group. My boss John was almost like a father figure, he has such high energy and enthusiasm it's hard to find another boss like him. In fact, I couldn't find anyone like him after I got out of school that I eventually went back to work for him. Although most people don't know how to handle his over the top, charismatic personality, I seem to know exactly how to get along with him. Over the years he has given me so many opportunities to grow, and continue to share his life experience to better mine. I knew I had the perfect job for me, and I never imagined not working for John.
Around the same time I interned, John hired Steve. Steve was like the big brother who is there to help you when you need it, and joke around whenever he gets a chance to make a bad pun. I was so intimidated by him when we first started working together, but as time went by and my confidence grew, he has become one of the closest friend I have. I've always thought of him as Super Man. He seems to know everything from design, marketing, copywriting, music, sports, building houses, to being a great "young" father of 4, and loving husband for over 16 years. Steve is a very hard worker, and it made the three of us what John calls the "dream team". I agree. It was the dynamics of us that made us push to do great work, in a company that doesn't always support great design.
Tony, who was unfortunately let go during a cut back was like a grumpy uncle. He didn't look his age though, years of taking care of his body made him a stand-in for a Tom Cruise movie poster. He's a talented photographer trapped in the body of a tired marketing producer. Being confined in the office was just not for him. We all saw the sparks in the eyes of "bandana Tony" when he shoots for us. And then there's the conspiracy theory Tony, watch out if he ever gets into a political conversation at lunch.
Michelle was like a big sister to me. She's like Sara Jessica Parker of the group. The beautiful, fashionable, strong, independent woman, who held out for the perfect guy for her. She found him after years at Disney working 2 floors below our offices. Whenever there's too much testosterone in the air, Michelle is the one I turn to to keep things balanced.
I've also enjoyed all of John's assistants who came through the office and went on to bigger and better things. Gretchen was there when I interned, she had these great thick rimmed glasses and a funny sense of humor. Diana was there when I first returned to Disney to freelance. She's not only been a great friend who I almost started a cookie business with called "Crumbs", she was one of my bridesmaids at my wedding. We still keep in touch and share small business stories, and she owns a chocolate business called O'Cocoa that's doing really well. Steven came next. He started out as Steve's temp assistant, then John swooped him away. Steven is sharp, quick witted, and had high hopes and dreams to land a job where he can show up at 11 in shorts, critique some ideas and brainstorm, and get paid lot of money. He moved up quickly and landed a job working in the video games department.
Then there's Ann, "Spaulding" came in and just took over. She was hired to assist John, but during the cut back, she took over the responsibility to manage our print production. It's funny that she came from a company where my old RubyLove partner's boyfriend Eric worked as an editor. So before Ann started, I have heard from Eric about this poor mistreated girl leaving his company! Small world. Ann has been like a little sister to me. From looking at her you wouldn't know she's been a world traveler and have bungie jumped many times. Maybe because we have the same name, but I felt the need to look after her. Not that she needed it, but the stress can get to you sometimes. We've became really good friends, and she's visited me and Oliver several times during my maternity leave. She's someone with such a good heart and giving nature, I know I'll be keeping in touch with her for a long time.
All of these people are close to my heart. They've been through the most important part of my growth, and supported me the whole way. It is so hard to move on, but they've also taught me well to know my priorities. John actually said it would be weird if I had decided to go back to work, that it wouldn't be "me". And thanked me for the years I've given them. How lucky am I to have had the chance to work with such a wonderful group.
So when it came time for me to make my decision, I knew I would have the understanding of everyone at work. I knew that work is something I can go back to, and not being there for Oliver would be a life time regret I can never get back. I didn't realize that the six months I spent at home has transformed me into a mom. I didn't know that until Oliver started to reach out to me and smiles when I enter the room. I was surprised that I am making decisions to do what's best for our family and not just myself. I started to feel excited about not knowing what comes next. The tension started to melt away as I got closer to accepting what I felt deep inside. And the last thing I need to seal the deal was to make sure Chris is good with the decision to be the sole breadwinner. Then the answer floated to the top, it was clear that I ready to be a stay at home mom.
I was still nervous and emotional driving to the office. No one knew my reason for visiting. And as I suspected, it only took me saying "I need to talk to you" to John for him to respond "You're not coming back." After that John did most of the talking. He was so complimentary of what I've done for our group, and so proud of the decision I've made. We were both emotional, but kept it positive.
So John says, I've matured. I've made the right decision.
I totally agree.
The days leading up to going in the office I started to write letters to all of my co-workers/friends/second family. It took a long time to write, and I enjoyed remembering all the good times we've had. I was actually really proud of each letter I've written. I had a format to focus on what I love most about them, what I'll miss, and what I look forward to. They've all since thanked me for the letters or have made reference to something I have mentioned. I'm so glad I took the time to do that. I really wanted to let them know how much they mean to me.
What I love most about my job was it didn't feel like work, I'll miss the people the most, but I'm so looking forward to seeing how our friendships develop and spending time watching Oliver grow up.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Baby Milestone - Five Months
In the past month, little Oliver has made some great big steps. It took little time for him to skip the night time feedings. When he does cry, a little back rub usually puts him right back to sleep. He consistently sleeps 10 hour at night, followed by a feeding, a quick read of Dr. Seuss, then back to sleep for another hour and a half. The day time naps are still irregular, but a lot more manageable than a few weeks ago. I've gotten into the routine of closing the curtains, turn on some soft music, then hold him close and walk around the room and whisper to him "it's time for nap." He often yawns shortly after that, like I gave him the signal to get ready for sleep.
During the beginning of month 4, Oliver started to sit on his own without support. He can balance for a few minutes at a time. And catches himself falling by putting his arms in front, or try to use them for balance. Now he can sit for 20-30 minutes at a time. The rolling over to his tummy is no longer an issue, and he seems to have lost interest in how effortless it is for him. And now he is showing interest in crawling. He just hasn't quite figured it out yet.
Oliver has also been more vocal about his needs. He often talks while being changed, and I sometimes hear similar sounds and rhythm when he is playing. I then check to see if he needs a diaper change, which he often does. Other types of sounds are making more sense too. If he is whiny in the crib, no need to rush in to pick him up. If he is crying, most of the time it's because he is hungry, or got himself trapped in a corner of the crib and needs to be repositioned. His face is also very expressive, always ready to show you what he needs. The rubbing of the eyes with a sleepy look is one I look for before nap time. And his smiles are of course my favorite! He also has a great open mouth laugh, sometimes without the actual sound of laughing. His favorite number is "2", favorite word is "Scooby-Doo", and favorite phrase is "Tip me over and pour me out!"
Oliver has been going to his play group and showing more interest in participating in everything. This past week he was even being chatty with the other babies. He did the same at another baby's 1st birthday party. He is not shy around babies or grown ups. He also showed great interest in finger painting. He was the only baby who tried it the first time and didn't cry. I was very proud, and can't wait to paint more with him.
Bath time is also getting more interesting because he likes to try to grab the water. Once in a while he'll even slap the water to make a splash. He was happy getting his gum rubbed for just a few days, but now he just keeps his mouth shut tight. I think maybe it has to do with the baby toothbrush I tried to use on him.
I hope the next entry will have news about a tooth or crawling!
During the beginning of month 4, Oliver started to sit on his own without support. He can balance for a few minutes at a time. And catches himself falling by putting his arms in front, or try to use them for balance. Now he can sit for 20-30 minutes at a time. The rolling over to his tummy is no longer an issue, and he seems to have lost interest in how effortless it is for him. And now he is showing interest in crawling. He just hasn't quite figured it out yet.
Oliver has also been more vocal about his needs. He often talks while being changed, and I sometimes hear similar sounds and rhythm when he is playing. I then check to see if he needs a diaper change, which he often does. Other types of sounds are making more sense too. If he is whiny in the crib, no need to rush in to pick him up. If he is crying, most of the time it's because he is hungry, or got himself trapped in a corner of the crib and needs to be repositioned. His face is also very expressive, always ready to show you what he needs. The rubbing of the eyes with a sleepy look is one I look for before nap time. And his smiles are of course my favorite! He also has a great open mouth laugh, sometimes without the actual sound of laughing. His favorite number is "2", favorite word is "Scooby-Doo", and favorite phrase is "Tip me over and pour me out!"
Oliver has been going to his play group and showing more interest in participating in everything. This past week he was even being chatty with the other babies. He did the same at another baby's 1st birthday party. He is not shy around babies or grown ups. He also showed great interest in finger painting. He was the only baby who tried it the first time and didn't cry. I was very proud, and can't wait to paint more with him.
Bath time is also getting more interesting because he likes to try to grab the water. Once in a while he'll even slap the water to make a splash. He was happy getting his gum rubbed for just a few days, but now he just keeps his mouth shut tight. I think maybe it has to do with the baby toothbrush I tried to use on him.
I hope the next entry will have news about a tooth or crawling!
Friday, November 21, 2008
Baby Milestones -Four Months
Since my last entry was so long, I'll keep this short.
Oliver now weighs 16.25 lbs, and measures at 26.5 inches tall. He is losing some of his baby hair, so it's kind of funny looking, we're thinking about giving him a haircut.
He got his second set of vaccines this week. He was very well behaved at the doctor's office. And after getting shots and one oral medication, which he didn't like the taste but took it anyway, he only cried a few seconds and quiet down to drink his milk. The nurse commented on how well behaved he was.
He has mastered rolling over from back to stomach. He's so fast that when I try to video tape him, by the time I am ready to shoot, he has already turned over. And now while on his stomach, he pushes his chest up and feet up, it looks like he is sky diving!
His favorite thing to do now is laying on his back and grabbing his toes. On many occasions he likes to talk while he is doing that. I think it's very relaxing for him. When he talks, he makes a lot of different sounds. It always feels like he is talking in sentences telling us about his day.
Oliver can also support himself while sitting up. He can hold that for a few seconds before he falls over, but he knows to put his arms out for support. It seems like any day now he'll be able to sit up on his own.
And the most amazing skill he has is that he can hold his own bottle! even adjust his hand for more support. He started doing that maybe at 2 months, but we usual use a glass bottle so it's too heavy for him to hold. Then one day, we had a plastic bottle, he had no problem feeding himself!
Oliver is also sleeping really well. He started to sleep longer on his own, then we would go comfort him if he wakes up but not feed him in the middle of the night. It didn't take long before he started to sleep 10, 11 hours straight. And this week we are focusing on taking naps. It's a little harder since it's so bright and his room is full of fun colors. I got some books and talked to our pediatrician, and just by paying close attention of signs of sleepiness, I've had 2 days of successful nap time with very few tears (from both of us).
It seems that with every new skill, routine, it takes less than a week for Oliver to learn. He sure makes us feel proud!
Oliver now weighs 16.25 lbs, and measures at 26.5 inches tall. He is losing some of his baby hair, so it's kind of funny looking, we're thinking about giving him a haircut.
He got his second set of vaccines this week. He was very well behaved at the doctor's office. And after getting shots and one oral medication, which he didn't like the taste but took it anyway, he only cried a few seconds and quiet down to drink his milk. The nurse commented on how well behaved he was.
He has mastered rolling over from back to stomach. He's so fast that when I try to video tape him, by the time I am ready to shoot, he has already turned over. And now while on his stomach, he pushes his chest up and feet up, it looks like he is sky diving!
His favorite thing to do now is laying on his back and grabbing his toes. On many occasions he likes to talk while he is doing that. I think it's very relaxing for him. When he talks, he makes a lot of different sounds. It always feels like he is talking in sentences telling us about his day.
Oliver can also support himself while sitting up. He can hold that for a few seconds before he falls over, but he knows to put his arms out for support. It seems like any day now he'll be able to sit up on his own.
And the most amazing skill he has is that he can hold his own bottle! even adjust his hand for more support. He started doing that maybe at 2 months, but we usual use a glass bottle so it's too heavy for him to hold. Then one day, we had a plastic bottle, he had no problem feeding himself!
Oliver is also sleeping really well. He started to sleep longer on his own, then we would go comfort him if he wakes up but not feed him in the middle of the night. It didn't take long before he started to sleep 10, 11 hours straight. And this week we are focusing on taking naps. It's a little harder since it's so bright and his room is full of fun colors. I got some books and talked to our pediatrician, and just by paying close attention of signs of sleepiness, I've had 2 days of successful nap time with very few tears (from both of us).
It seems that with every new skill, routine, it takes less than a week for Oliver to learn. He sure makes us feel proud!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
New adjustments
There's been so many changes in the last month, with Oliver, and with myself.
My strength is and energy level are at their highest since the birth. I now can walk Oliver in his stroller for longer distance, which means I can run more errands along the way. Oliver has been sleeping longer at night. Some times as long as 11 hours. I think it's a shock to my body because I actually feel more tired when I get that much sleep.
On the large scale change. Barack Obama is our new President in the coming year. On Election night, the power on our street went out just after CNN announced Ohio goes to Obama. The focus of the evening switched quickly from the election to "how are we going to put Oliver to bed?" Our water heater needs power so no bath time, the bottle warmer needs power also. We improvised with a quick wipe down, then breast fed. Oliver was probably happy about that. Then the focus turned to all the frozen milk we've been storing. It would be awful if they had to go to waste. Luckily we had a cooler large enough to hold everything, and the power came back on about 2 hours later-after Chris and I heard them declare Senator Obama as the President Elect through a small am/fm radio while laying in bed in the dark.
That same night, Oliver got his first cold. It could have been the social weekend he had at the beach, which it rained just a few minutes after we got there. It could have been the next day playing with other babies in his class. It could have been not dressing him warm enough when we left the front door open for a little bit of breeze. However he got the cold, it was his positive spirit that kept us from worrying too much. Other than the congestion, and frustration when we try to suction his nose, he was still his happy self.
Around the same time, we decided to try out some sleep training to wean him from the night feedings. Maybe the cold made him more sleepy at night, but it didn't take many days before he got used to not eating in the middle of the night. Chris became the designated soother since he can't offer him any milk, I had read that babies can smell it from 20 feet away! Sounds exaggerated, but it did seem like he'll relax quicker when Chris went to comfort him.
What's been heavy on my mind has been when I need to return to work. I remember days in the past months when I thought "of course I'm going back"...but as time went on, that seem less attractive. It is especially hard figuring out the schedule and who will take care of him. I cry almost every time. Chris and I couldn't even really talk about it. It made us sad to be away from him, and unsure about the care set up we had between my parents and our housekeeper. Then once we started discussing the possibility of taking him to a daycare, or hire a nanny. For some reason that felt more right to us. We were concerned that in case of an emergency, my parents and the housekeeper might have trouble with transportation or language barriers. The thought of having someone who does this for a living felt like a safer option. And the fact that we can keep Oliver at home instead of transporting him back and forth, and wasting most of our free time in the car instead of time for bonding.
It seems like everything with Oliver comes just when we need it, when we are ready for it. It felt that way with the doula, our doctor, his pediatrician, and now with the nanny, it happens effortlessly. Just when I felt despair from not able to find a daycare without a 2 year waiting list, we got a referral from a friend of a nanny. She has been with a family for 6 years and now the kids are going to school, they don't need her help as much. Michelle, a 30 something year old fashion student, came highly recommended. Everything including her hours seems to match what we need since we still would like my parents to spend time with Oliver, and she needs time for her school. After a phone and in person interview, both Chris and I felt good about hiring one of the most calm person I've ever seen. From her references, it seems that I will be able to learn from her about parenting. And this is from someone without her own children, but has 13 years of taking care of other people's pride and joy. I cried, of course, while interviewing her. We talked about the connection between the baby and the caretaker, I wish I could be home for those special first times. There's just a part in me that says, work 2 more years, save the money, have another baby, then you can stay home with them. Especially with the failing economy, this seems like the right thing to do. It doesn't make it any easier though.
I was already a very emotionally sensitive person. I cried easily and worry too much. Since Oliver has been in our lives, I have cried over how adorable he looks when he is sleeping, then cried when he is not sleeping and crying. I have heard of the guilt that comes along with being a mother, but it's crazy how a little cry makes you question your every action. And whenever I can, I am online, flipping through books, emailing friends, trying to find an answer. It's amazing how all your brain and your heart wants to do is make him happy. You worry, lose sleep, cry, get frustrated, work your hardest just to see him smile.
As with any baby related issues, there's always two extremely opposing opinions on how to take care of a baby. Even from the pregnancy, natural or c-section, medicated or not, breast or bottle, cry or pick up. You instinct and hormones tell you one thing, then the logical side of the brain tells you another. Finding the balance between the two is difficult but necessary, both for the baby, and your own sanity. I feel very lucky that Oliver seems to have a very easy temperament. He communicates well and never fusses for no reason. I'm learning to pay attention to what he is telling me, so I can give him what he needs.
The latest adjustment is taking naps during the day. And obviously he is doing it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to update my blog! What a good boy he is. I'm so proud!
My strength is and energy level are at their highest since the birth. I now can walk Oliver in his stroller for longer distance, which means I can run more errands along the way. Oliver has been sleeping longer at night. Some times as long as 11 hours. I think it's a shock to my body because I actually feel more tired when I get that much sleep.
On the large scale change. Barack Obama is our new President in the coming year. On Election night, the power on our street went out just after CNN announced Ohio goes to Obama. The focus of the evening switched quickly from the election to "how are we going to put Oliver to bed?" Our water heater needs power so no bath time, the bottle warmer needs power also. We improvised with a quick wipe down, then breast fed. Oliver was probably happy about that. Then the focus turned to all the frozen milk we've been storing. It would be awful if they had to go to waste. Luckily we had a cooler large enough to hold everything, and the power came back on about 2 hours later-after Chris and I heard them declare Senator Obama as the President Elect through a small am/fm radio while laying in bed in the dark.
That same night, Oliver got his first cold. It could have been the social weekend he had at the beach, which it rained just a few minutes after we got there. It could have been the next day playing with other babies in his class. It could have been not dressing him warm enough when we left the front door open for a little bit of breeze. However he got the cold, it was his positive spirit that kept us from worrying too much. Other than the congestion, and frustration when we try to suction his nose, he was still his happy self.
Around the same time, we decided to try out some sleep training to wean him from the night feedings. Maybe the cold made him more sleepy at night, but it didn't take many days before he got used to not eating in the middle of the night. Chris became the designated soother since he can't offer him any milk, I had read that babies can smell it from 20 feet away! Sounds exaggerated, but it did seem like he'll relax quicker when Chris went to comfort him.
What's been heavy on my mind has been when I need to return to work. I remember days in the past months when I thought "of course I'm going back"...but as time went on, that seem less attractive. It is especially hard figuring out the schedule and who will take care of him. I cry almost every time. Chris and I couldn't even really talk about it. It made us sad to be away from him, and unsure about the care set up we had between my parents and our housekeeper. Then once we started discussing the possibility of taking him to a daycare, or hire a nanny. For some reason that felt more right to us. We were concerned that in case of an emergency, my parents and the housekeeper might have trouble with transportation or language barriers. The thought of having someone who does this for a living felt like a safer option. And the fact that we can keep Oliver at home instead of transporting him back and forth, and wasting most of our free time in the car instead of time for bonding.
It seems like everything with Oliver comes just when we need it, when we are ready for it. It felt that way with the doula, our doctor, his pediatrician, and now with the nanny, it happens effortlessly. Just when I felt despair from not able to find a daycare without a 2 year waiting list, we got a referral from a friend of a nanny. She has been with a family for 6 years and now the kids are going to school, they don't need her help as much. Michelle, a 30 something year old fashion student, came highly recommended. Everything including her hours seems to match what we need since we still would like my parents to spend time with Oliver, and she needs time for her school. After a phone and in person interview, both Chris and I felt good about hiring one of the most calm person I've ever seen. From her references, it seems that I will be able to learn from her about parenting. And this is from someone without her own children, but has 13 years of taking care of other people's pride and joy. I cried, of course, while interviewing her. We talked about the connection between the baby and the caretaker, I wish I could be home for those special first times. There's just a part in me that says, work 2 more years, save the money, have another baby, then you can stay home with them. Especially with the failing economy, this seems like the right thing to do. It doesn't make it any easier though.
I was already a very emotionally sensitive person. I cried easily and worry too much. Since Oliver has been in our lives, I have cried over how adorable he looks when he is sleeping, then cried when he is not sleeping and crying. I have heard of the guilt that comes along with being a mother, but it's crazy how a little cry makes you question your every action. And whenever I can, I am online, flipping through books, emailing friends, trying to find an answer. It's amazing how all your brain and your heart wants to do is make him happy. You worry, lose sleep, cry, get frustrated, work your hardest just to see him smile.
As with any baby related issues, there's always two extremely opposing opinions on how to take care of a baby. Even from the pregnancy, natural or c-section, medicated or not, breast or bottle, cry or pick up. You instinct and hormones tell you one thing, then the logical side of the brain tells you another. Finding the balance between the two is difficult but necessary, both for the baby, and your own sanity. I feel very lucky that Oliver seems to have a very easy temperament. He communicates well and never fusses for no reason. I'm learning to pay attention to what he is telling me, so I can give him what he needs.
The latest adjustment is taking naps during the day. And obviously he is doing it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to update my blog! What a good boy he is. I'm so proud!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Baby Milestones -Three Months
I can't believe 3 months already past. I'm guessing he is about 14 lbs now. And now that he doesn't always make a tight fist, you can see how big his hands are- Hands that now can aim and grab things, hands that he shoves in his mouth and sucks on, hands that holds on to the bottle when being fed (and sometimes push the bottle away when he is full).
In the last 2 weeks his ability to control his arms is so much better. The same spinning toy that used to startle him, he now can spin them on his own. The jungle bouncer with motion sensor to turn on the music has become a new challenge for him to keep the music playing.
Just in the last few days he showed signs of wanting to roll over. He can turn about 3/4 of the way over, but just can't roll the last part of the shoulder over yet. I imagine he will be able to very soon. He seems very motivated to get moving. I joke around that he's been planning his escape, since he likes to look at the front door and smile.
We've also moved him out of the co-sleeper and into his own crib at night. The first night we did that I was a mess. I was so emotional thinking about how fast he's growing, and I had such separation anxiety. Even when he is only about 10 feet away, I was missing him. Last night he slept almost 7 hours straight!
Oliver also loves to talk. Every morning he talks to his mobil "animal friends". When Chris got the mobile it was the last one they had on the shelf, we never thought it would become one of Oliver's favorite things. As part of his morning routine, he is fed, changed into his first outfit of the day (as he drool and spit up on them throughout the day). Then off to say hi to animal friends, while mom and dad get some breakfast and get ready for our day. Then there's some tummy time. Oliver continues to hold his neck up and look around 180 degrees. He seems to be very curious about the world around him and don't want to miss out on anything. This also has been slightly problematic for me, because he doesn't nap as much as he used to. It would take 20-30 minutes to get him to relax and fall asleep. Often he only sleeps for 30 minutes or less.
Oliver has also been going to a play group called Outside the Box. It is a group started by our doula, it's all based on activities to help with brain development. It was nice for me to get out of the house too and socialize with other moms. He was really into the class for the first 2 times, but lately he seemed more distracted. So I'm not sure if we'll keep going. In the last class he just wanted to practice rolling over.
Slowly his personality is showing. I sense he has very strong determination since he doesn't seem to want to give up on trying. He also continues to smile and laugh, which is the best part of our days. Chris has made a reservation at the Getty for next weekend. We are going to start taking Oliver to places so he can check out the world around him. I can't wait to take him to the aquarium, I think he'll love that.
In the last 2 weeks his ability to control his arms is so much better. The same spinning toy that used to startle him, he now can spin them on his own. The jungle bouncer with motion sensor to turn on the music has become a new challenge for him to keep the music playing.
Just in the last few days he showed signs of wanting to roll over. He can turn about 3/4 of the way over, but just can't roll the last part of the shoulder over yet. I imagine he will be able to very soon. He seems very motivated to get moving. I joke around that he's been planning his escape, since he likes to look at the front door and smile.
We've also moved him out of the co-sleeper and into his own crib at night. The first night we did that I was a mess. I was so emotional thinking about how fast he's growing, and I had such separation anxiety. Even when he is only about 10 feet away, I was missing him. Last night he slept almost 7 hours straight!
Oliver also loves to talk. Every morning he talks to his mobil "animal friends". When Chris got the mobile it was the last one they had on the shelf, we never thought it would become one of Oliver's favorite things. As part of his morning routine, he is fed, changed into his first outfit of the day (as he drool and spit up on them throughout the day). Then off to say hi to animal friends, while mom and dad get some breakfast and get ready for our day. Then there's some tummy time. Oliver continues to hold his neck up and look around 180 degrees. He seems to be very curious about the world around him and don't want to miss out on anything. This also has been slightly problematic for me, because he doesn't nap as much as he used to. It would take 20-30 minutes to get him to relax and fall asleep. Often he only sleeps for 30 minutes or less.
Oliver has also been going to a play group called Outside the Box. It is a group started by our doula, it's all based on activities to help with brain development. It was nice for me to get out of the house too and socialize with other moms. He was really into the class for the first 2 times, but lately he seemed more distracted. So I'm not sure if we'll keep going. In the last class he just wanted to practice rolling over.
Slowly his personality is showing. I sense he has very strong determination since he doesn't seem to want to give up on trying. He also continues to smile and laugh, which is the best part of our days. Chris has made a reservation at the Getty for next weekend. We are going to start taking Oliver to places so he can check out the world around him. I can't wait to take him to the aquarium, I think he'll love that.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Happy medium
The last few days has been a little harder. I think I am not getting enough sleep because we're trying out a new routine with Oliver. I get that extra sensitive hearing at night when he's sleeping, that I jump at every little sound. On days when I'm tired, the days seem extra long. Also, Oliver is getting heavier, about 14 lbs. now, so I'm having trouble carrying him also.
On days when I can't get him to take a nap because he's just so excited to discover the world around him, I wish he was older so I don't have to carry him all the time. On nights when I wake up 2, 3 times to feed him, I wish he was older so he can sleep longer through the night. The thing is, this is the only time he's so depended on me 24/7. I love the way he gently falls asleep in my arms. I love that I can provide him the comfort and nutrients by breast feeding. I even love the saddest little face he makes when he cries. So in my mind, I'm looking for that happy medium where I can handle taking care of him without wearing myself out mentally and physically.
And then, it's like he knows. Today he fell asleep on his own after I set him down! No rocking or shooshing! At the same time, I miss holding him close while he drifts off into dreamland. Oh wait...did I just hear him cry?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Baby Milestones -Two Months
How fast they grow up...I didn't believe it until now that babies really do grow fast. Ollie now weighs 13.5 lbs, and measures 24 inches tall. He's got the most chubby baby legs, they now fit into the size 2 diapers.
The past months he continues to surprise me each day with tiny little improvements in his ability to lift his head up, look around, and moving in a swimming motion when he is on his tummy. He is able to see better now, so he's constantly looking around his surroundings with a fascinating look on his face.
The most exciting part of the day for me is when he wakes up in the morning. After his first feeding, he gets a little tummy time by sleeping either on Chris's chest or my tummy. Then, it's off to his room where he lies in crib and talks to his "animal friends", a mobil Chris picked up for him. Oliver gets so happy and talks to his favorite "yellow bird" and moves his arms and legs like he wants to run after them. It's so sweet to see him with a big smile.
At his 2 months pediatrician appointment, Oliver showed off his ability to hold his head up high to Dr. Cohen. He also was showing great horizontal tracking with his eyes. That day, he got his first set of vaccination shots. We went to the doctor's office prepared with a bottle of milk and his favorite toy. The nurse was very quick with the shots. Oliver cried a little when the shots went in, but was able to start drinking the milk and forget about the pain. Luckily he didn't have much reaction to the shots and wasn't too fussy. We were so proud of how well he did.
Ollie has also been drooling a lot more lately, maybe signs of pre-teething. He also discovered new sounds he can make, which is more higher pitch than before. The first time I heard it I thought he was hurt, but then realize, he was laughing.
Each day I take snap shots of him with my iphone and email them to Chris with the subject line called: Now. He's posted them on our baby blog Check it out! Oliver has to be the most photographed baby!
More to come...
The past months he continues to surprise me each day with tiny little improvements in his ability to lift his head up, look around, and moving in a swimming motion when he is on his tummy. He is able to see better now, so he's constantly looking around his surroundings with a fascinating look on his face.
The most exciting part of the day for me is when he wakes up in the morning. After his first feeding, he gets a little tummy time by sleeping either on Chris's chest or my tummy. Then, it's off to his room where he lies in crib and talks to his "animal friends", a mobil Chris picked up for him. Oliver gets so happy and talks to his favorite "yellow bird" and moves his arms and legs like he wants to run after them. It's so sweet to see him with a big smile.
At his 2 months pediatrician appointment, Oliver showed off his ability to hold his head up high to Dr. Cohen. He also was showing great horizontal tracking with his eyes. That day, he got his first set of vaccination shots. We went to the doctor's office prepared with a bottle of milk and his favorite toy. The nurse was very quick with the shots. Oliver cried a little when the shots went in, but was able to start drinking the milk and forget about the pain. Luckily he didn't have much reaction to the shots and wasn't too fussy. We were so proud of how well he did.
Ollie has also been drooling a lot more lately, maybe signs of pre-teething. He also discovered new sounds he can make, which is more higher pitch than before. The first time I heard it I thought he was hurt, but then realize, he was laughing.
Each day I take snap shots of him with my iphone and email them to Chris with the subject line called: Now. He's posted them on our baby blog Check it out! Oliver has to be the most photographed baby!
More to come...
Friday, August 29, 2008
One Step At A Time
This is the hardest thing I've ever done.
I think if I had more than 4 hours of sleep a day that would really make a difference. It would really make a difference if those 4 hours were 4 continues hours, and not two 2-hour sessions. If I can fall asleep when I need to, eat when I need to, go to the restroom when I need to. If whatever I need isn't always on the other side of the room. If the sound of a few seconds of crying doesn't feel like eternity. If a little grunt doesn't sound like intolerable pain. If I can learn that breakfast, lunch, and dinner doesn't have to happen when you think they should. If I can let go of the to-do list, and what I think must be done but in reality can wait.
With the routine of feeding and changing around the clock, all the days blend into one another. The good thing is that each "morning" feels like you can hit the reset button. And whatever it was that didn't go as smoothly as you'd like can get another try. When I feel more rested, I'd try to push myself to do a little more, meaning getting out of the house, running an errand at the post office and market down the street with Oliver in a sling or stroller.
This may be the strangest time for me in my life so far. I was so focused on "finding myself" in the past 10 years, and now I am in transition and unclear who I'll become as a mom. So much of it comes from the hormones, with postpartum depression working against me. It's like I know I am a happy confident person, but none of my behavior reflects that. For a few weeks I'd look in the mirror but can't seem to see myself. I was a shell, a milk making machine. The phrase "I just want to feel human again" is often said. The isolation, lack of adult interaction, and missing my usual routine was hard to deal with. I probably should ask for more help, but my old self will not allow me to.
After recovering from a bad case of mastitis, a breast infection that gave me a fever, chills, and cold sweat, and an allergic reaction to the antibiotics, I was forced to take better care of myself. After 3 days of taking it easy and getting sleep whenever I can, I felt much more energized physically and emotionally. I looked at the calendar and realized how much time has past and I really should start easing back to a life outside of the house. I am both excited and scared of all the new adventures we'll encounter, but I need to find that strength I know I have inside and take one step at a time.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Baby Milestones -One Month
With all the feeding and changing, and burping...and feeding and changing and burping...one month went by like a big blur. There's not one piece of clothing that I've worn that was not covered with milk, not one room in the house that doesn't have something for the baby.
Oliver at one month weighs about 11 lbs.. It seems that he is growing and changing every 2, 3 days. His eyes and face are more expressive. His smiles are more intentional rather than muscle reflex. His eyes will follow your motion then turn his head to look farther. He grabs on to my hair, lips, glasses...and today, he pulled out his own pacifier and held it! I'm convinced that he is a genius. He is very strong too. He is able to hold his head up pretty well, push himself up with his chubby legs, and push his chest up when he has tummy time.
He also had a very busy week. Chris and I took him to the office to meet everyone. Oliver did really well. He didn't make a fuss when being passed around the group. He was especially comfortable resting on Michelle's chest, and was super happy to hang out with Pete and checking out his motorcycle helmet. We also had to use Steve's office for a mid day feeding and diaper change.
After the office visit, we went on to visit Oliver's first baby friend Scarlet. She's a beautiful 2-week old baby girl with the biggest blue eyes I've ever seen. The 2 got along well. I'm sure they'll have many more play dates. It was funny to see which baby cries first. We also went through 2 more feedings and 3 diaper changes before heading home. And you'd think after a 8-hour outing Oliver would be ready for bed, but he was probably too excited from all the things he saw that day.
The day after my friend Nancy came over to visit with her 9-week old Kayleigh. I said, 2 different girls in 2 days? Oliver's such a player. It was interesting to see the different temperaments of the babies and now the new moms handle them. We shared notes and stories and spent half the time having baby talk with the little ones.
I really enjoyed visiting our friends who some I have not seen in months, but skipping the afternoon nap has taken its toll and made the days seem extremely long. So with that said, I'm off to see if I can catch some zzzzzs!
Oliver at one month weighs about 11 lbs.. It seems that he is growing and changing every 2, 3 days. His eyes and face are more expressive. His smiles are more intentional rather than muscle reflex. His eyes will follow your motion then turn his head to look farther. He grabs on to my hair, lips, glasses...and today, he pulled out his own pacifier and held it! I'm convinced that he is a genius. He is very strong too. He is able to hold his head up pretty well, push himself up with his chubby legs, and push his chest up when he has tummy time.
He also had a very busy week. Chris and I took him to the office to meet everyone. Oliver did really well. He didn't make a fuss when being passed around the group. He was especially comfortable resting on Michelle's chest, and was super happy to hang out with Pete and checking out his motorcycle helmet. We also had to use Steve's office for a mid day feeding and diaper change.
After the office visit, we went on to visit Oliver's first baby friend Scarlet. She's a beautiful 2-week old baby girl with the biggest blue eyes I've ever seen. The 2 got along well. I'm sure they'll have many more play dates. It was funny to see which baby cries first. We also went through 2 more feedings and 3 diaper changes before heading home. And you'd think after a 8-hour outing Oliver would be ready for bed, but he was probably too excited from all the things he saw that day.
The day after my friend Nancy came over to visit with her 9-week old Kayleigh. I said, 2 different girls in 2 days? Oliver's such a player. It was interesting to see the different temperaments of the babies and now the new moms handle them. We shared notes and stories and spent half the time having baby talk with the little ones.
I really enjoyed visiting our friends who some I have not seen in months, but skipping the afternoon nap has taken its toll and made the days seem extremely long. So with that said, I'm off to see if I can catch some zzzzzs!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My New Life
It's strange that I haven't been working for almost 2 months. I can't remember the last time I wasn't busy working on another new project. I'm surprised that I was able to not have much human interaction all this time. I think I was getting used to having Oliver to talk to 24/7. He's a great listener.
The first few weeks of my maternity leave was all about getting things ready for Oliver's arrival, and getting extra rest and eating well. And now that seems to be the goal too, but getting enough rest means squeezing in a power nap here and there. And eating well means drinking herbal tea my mom makes to help replenish my body, and getting enough nutrients to produce the best milk for the baby.
I've always been a list maker and have the need to be organized, and work from a schedule. Having a baby who has his own schedule makes that a little bit harder. And I am learning to surrender, and let go of my tendencies to be in control. How can you resist that little adorable face, you realize you'd do anything for him.
Chris and I have been blessed with a healthy and beautiful boy. He's very even tempered and only make noises and cries when he needs something. We quickly learned to differentiate his cries to meet his needs. And even though I'd like to think crying is the only sound he knows how to make to express any discomfort, it's hard not to feel like he's hurting. I often want to cry too when I can't move quick enough to make him feel better.
The days seem to go by so fast when you're in a routine of feeding, burping, changing, and repeat. Sometimes when I'm tired it makes me feel more emotional that I can't seem to get a break. Taking a hot shower has become the only time I get to myself to pamper me. And spending a little bit of time on the computer each day to check email brings a little bit of the old me back into my new life.
Like all new parents, we've been taking lots of pictures of him each day. We can see how Oliver changes from day to day. And his facial expressions have become more intentional and telling of what he's feeling. This is the first time in my life that I am constantly surprised by his every little movement. And every interaction we have is full of hopes and dreams that he'll learn to grow up to be a happy loving person.
I'm very lucky that I've had a very easy and enjoyable pregnancy, a great experience preparing for giving birth, a memorable labor and delivery, and now a new life that challenges my strength and patience, opens my heart to new experiences and how I see life, and experience the most pure love I've ever felt. And there's so much more to look forward to.
The first few weeks of my maternity leave was all about getting things ready for Oliver's arrival, and getting extra rest and eating well. And now that seems to be the goal too, but getting enough rest means squeezing in a power nap here and there. And eating well means drinking herbal tea my mom makes to help replenish my body, and getting enough nutrients to produce the best milk for the baby.
I've always been a list maker and have the need to be organized, and work from a schedule. Having a baby who has his own schedule makes that a little bit harder. And I am learning to surrender, and let go of my tendencies to be in control. How can you resist that little adorable face, you realize you'd do anything for him.
Chris and I have been blessed with a healthy and beautiful boy. He's very even tempered and only make noises and cries when he needs something. We quickly learned to differentiate his cries to meet his needs. And even though I'd like to think crying is the only sound he knows how to make to express any discomfort, it's hard not to feel like he's hurting. I often want to cry too when I can't move quick enough to make him feel better.
The days seem to go by so fast when you're in a routine of feeding, burping, changing, and repeat. Sometimes when I'm tired it makes me feel more emotional that I can't seem to get a break. Taking a hot shower has become the only time I get to myself to pamper me. And spending a little bit of time on the computer each day to check email brings a little bit of the old me back into my new life.
Like all new parents, we've been taking lots of pictures of him each day. We can see how Oliver changes from day to day. And his facial expressions have become more intentional and telling of what he's feeling. This is the first time in my life that I am constantly surprised by his every little movement. And every interaction we have is full of hopes and dreams that he'll learn to grow up to be a happy loving person.
I'm very lucky that I've had a very easy and enjoyable pregnancy, a great experience preparing for giving birth, a memorable labor and delivery, and now a new life that challenges my strength and patience, opens my heart to new experiences and how I see life, and experience the most pure love I've ever felt. And there's so much more to look forward to.
The First Day Home
After 4 long and uncomfortable days at the 8x10 hospital room, Chris was experiencing cabin fever, and I was tired of being disrupted every hour by the nursing staff. We both just wanted to go home and show Oliver where he'll grow up.
It felt strange to be outside at first. I think I was nervous about every move we made since we were on our own to figure out what to do. Luckily we only live about 5 minutes from the hospital. And pulling up to the driveway eased those worries a little just by being in a familiar place.
"Now what?" came to mind when we got inside the house. We realized that we need to rethink the set up we had to make it easier for changing and feeding. Even though I was still weak from the surgery, I had some energy reserved for organizing(It was really the only way to calm my nerves). I stocked up a few little storage baskets with all the diaper changing essentials for Oliver to keep in our bedroom near the co-sleeper bed, and another one for myself with lotions and pain medications. We even put a 2.5 gallon container of water on my night stand.
Chris gave Oliver the tour of the house, and showed him his bedroom. I nursed Ollie while we got caught up on all the TV shows recorded while we were away. We changed him into the adorable outfits we received from the baby shower. And quickly learned that you can't have too many little wash cloths.
It was wonderful and weird at the same time, that the last time we were home sitting on the couch Oliver was inside. He still kicks and squirms, and gets the hiccups like he used to. But now...he is "baby on the outside". (That's something I said while I was pregnant that really stuck, Chris hopes it will become the title of a baby book someday!)
It felt strange to be outside at first. I think I was nervous about every move we made since we were on our own to figure out what to do. Luckily we only live about 5 minutes from the hospital. And pulling up to the driveway eased those worries a little just by being in a familiar place.
"Now what?" came to mind when we got inside the house. We realized that we need to rethink the set up we had to make it easier for changing and feeding. Even though I was still weak from the surgery, I had some energy reserved for organizing(It was really the only way to calm my nerves). I stocked up a few little storage baskets with all the diaper changing essentials for Oliver to keep in our bedroom near the co-sleeper bed, and another one for myself with lotions and pain medications. We even put a 2.5 gallon container of water on my night stand.
Chris gave Oliver the tour of the house, and showed him his bedroom. I nursed Ollie while we got caught up on all the TV shows recorded while we were away. We changed him into the adorable outfits we received from the baby shower. And quickly learned that you can't have too many little wash cloths.
It was wonderful and weird at the same time, that the last time we were home sitting on the couch Oliver was inside. He still kicks and squirms, and gets the hiccups like he used to. But now...he is "baby on the outside". (That's something I said while I was pregnant that really stuck, Chris hopes it will become the title of a baby book someday!)
Labor Day
First of all, it everything was Perfect...because it all had to happen
that way to bring the little man to this world.
As you all know I was excited that I was 3 cm dilated 2 weeks before
the due date with a "little baby". Everyone suspected that I'd have an
easy delivery. And you also know that I really wanted a natural child
birth and have that experience. Well, turns out I got to experience
pretty much every aspect of child birth in about 24 hours.
Since Dr. Gilberg-Lenz wanted to induce me because of the "small baby", we tried every alternative to avoid a medical induction the days leading up to the appointment on July 15th. Octavia came over and gave me reflexology, which had good results that night with strong contractions, but wore off by the morning. Walking up and down a very steep hill and squatting in the birthing tub didn't seem to do too much either. So our hope was that by Tuesday morning that we break my water should kick start the contractions.
9 am broke the water, waited 3 hours with slightly stronger
contractions, but not enough for the dilation to progress. We moved on
to using Pitocin at the lowest dose. Pitocin works to give you
stronger contractions than what your body naturally does to help get
things going. For some reason my body really reacted to that, my
highest level was at 5 (out of 40) but most women who gets Pitocin
also get an Epidural so the body does the work but you don't feel the
pain....I didn't want to do that because even if I don't feel it, the
baby does and it's hard on Oliver to have such strong contractions. So I just breathed through the pain, one after another.
From that point on, I had contractions that were literally off the
chart without pain medication until the next morning at 3 am. So about
18 hours. And I was stuck at 8 cm for about 8 hrs on Pitocin (you need
10 cm to push)
I was exhausted physical and emotionally because it was none stop
contraction about every 3 minutes for about 1 minute long each time.
My bladder was full but couldn't get enough time in between
contractions to go to the bathroom.
I finally decided that in order to have energy to push later, I have to get the
epidural to give myself a break. I also got a catheter so I can make
room for the baby to move. At this point Oliver was still a bit too
high in position, and little off to the side.
We had one of the best anesthetologist in the country giving me the
epidural...but then for whatever reason my body did not react to it,
so even at top strength, I continued to feel very painful
contractions...and wasn't able to rest.
At around 5 am, Oliver's had a long day, we were all
worried about his heart rate dropping with each contraction. Our last resort was to give him more
amniotic fluid to make him more comfortable...unfortunately at the
same time, I started a fever. because when you break the water, your
body thinks it's a wound and tries to treat it.
My doctor was great at giving me more time to try to go natural as
long as the baby and myself were ok...but we all knew we are out of
options.
By 6:30 am I was in the operating room with a second epidural that
numbed my entire body and having a c-section.
Almost 22 hours since I arrived at the hospital, Oliver was born and
surprised everyone by his size: a healthy 8 lb. and measuring at 20.5 inches long. I remember my doctor saying "Boy, are we wrong about his weight, this is NOT a small baby."
Oliver is a cutie with a full head of hair, and scored 9 out of 10 on his APGAR score.
So since then I've been really out of it. The pain meds have been
making me nauseous and lack of sleep doesn't help either. I'm less
mobile now then before the pregnancy.
The good news is I'm breastfeeding and getting better at it each
time...meaning every 3 hours. I've yet to figure out when to
sleep...but just so happy to be home.
So...even though it was hard to get
through....I feel good that I did my best and made all the decisions
without any regrets. We realized that c-section probably was the only
way Oliver can come out and he knew it, but waited since he knew I
wanted to try. There was suspicion that since I had procedures done
when I miscarried, but I might have had scar tissue that made it hard
for my body to dilate properly. Who knows...he's here now and we are
both safe. At times I still wished that I had given birth to him the natural way, but that might just be the baby blues talking. He's healthy and happy, and that's all that matters.
that way to bring the little man to this world.
As you all know I was excited that I was 3 cm dilated 2 weeks before
the due date with a "little baby". Everyone suspected that I'd have an
easy delivery. And you also know that I really wanted a natural child
birth and have that experience. Well, turns out I got to experience
pretty much every aspect of child birth in about 24 hours.
Since Dr. Gilberg-Lenz wanted to induce me because of the "small baby", we tried every alternative to avoid a medical induction the days leading up to the appointment on July 15th. Octavia came over and gave me reflexology, which had good results that night with strong contractions, but wore off by the morning. Walking up and down a very steep hill and squatting in the birthing tub didn't seem to do too much either. So our hope was that by Tuesday morning that we break my water should kick start the contractions.
9 am broke the water, waited 3 hours with slightly stronger
contractions, but not enough for the dilation to progress. We moved on
to using Pitocin at the lowest dose. Pitocin works to give you
stronger contractions than what your body naturally does to help get
things going. For some reason my body really reacted to that, my
highest level was at 5 (out of 40) but most women who gets Pitocin
also get an Epidural so the body does the work but you don't feel the
pain....I didn't want to do that because even if I don't feel it, the
baby does and it's hard on Oliver to have such strong contractions. So I just breathed through the pain, one after another.
From that point on, I had contractions that were literally off the
chart without pain medication until the next morning at 3 am. So about
18 hours. And I was stuck at 8 cm for about 8 hrs on Pitocin (you need
10 cm to push)
I was exhausted physical and emotionally because it was none stop
contraction about every 3 minutes for about 1 minute long each time.
My bladder was full but couldn't get enough time in between
contractions to go to the bathroom.
I finally decided that in order to have energy to push later, I have to get the
epidural to give myself a break. I also got a catheter so I can make
room for the baby to move. At this point Oliver was still a bit too
high in position, and little off to the side.
We had one of the best anesthetologist in the country giving me the
epidural...but then for whatever reason my body did not react to it,
so even at top strength, I continued to feel very painful
contractions...and wasn't able to rest.
At around 5 am, Oliver's had a long day, we were all
worried about his heart rate dropping with each contraction. Our last resort was to give him more
amniotic fluid to make him more comfortable...unfortunately at the
same time, I started a fever. because when you break the water, your
body thinks it's a wound and tries to treat it.
My doctor was great at giving me more time to try to go natural as
long as the baby and myself were ok...but we all knew we are out of
options.
By 6:30 am I was in the operating room with a second epidural that
numbed my entire body and having a c-section.
Almost 22 hours since I arrived at the hospital, Oliver was born and
surprised everyone by his size: a healthy 8 lb. and measuring at 20.5 inches long. I remember my doctor saying "Boy, are we wrong about his weight, this is NOT a small baby."
Oliver is a cutie with a full head of hair, and scored 9 out of 10 on his APGAR score.
So since then I've been really out of it. The pain meds have been
making me nauseous and lack of sleep doesn't help either. I'm less
mobile now then before the pregnancy.
The good news is I'm breastfeeding and getting better at it each
time...meaning every 3 hours. I've yet to figure out when to
sleep...but just so happy to be home.
So...even though it was hard to get
through....I feel good that I did my best and made all the decisions
without any regrets. We realized that c-section probably was the only
way Oliver can come out and he knew it, but waited since he knew I
wanted to try. There was suspicion that since I had procedures done
when I miscarried, but I might have had scar tissue that made it hard
for my body to dilate properly. Who knows...he's here now and we are
both safe. At times I still wished that I had given birth to him the natural way, but that might just be the baby blues talking. He's healthy and happy, and that's all that matters.
The Final Count Down
It's been almost 2 weeks since little Oliver was born. I have been busy making adjustments to our new life and haven't had time to update the blog. I really wanted to though, I don't want the days to slip by and not record all the little changes I see in Oliver and in myself.
Let me first go back to 3 weeks earlier, when life was mostly daydreaming about the baby.
Our due date was July 10th. That week we found out I was 3 cm dilated and the baby was still measuring small. Dr. Gilberg-Lenz wasn't worried his weight, but felt it would be best to induce me if Oliver goes past his due date.
Since I wanted a natural child birth from day one, the thought of having any medical intervention made both Chris and I more anxious. We tried to relax and started taking action ourselves to get things going. We took walks, even up a steep hill, squatted in the birthing tub, ate spicy food. Octavia had given me a reflexology session that had great results that evening with strong contractions, but faded over night.
I must say that the days leading up to going to the hospital was very special. Chris had taken those days off to stay with me just in case anything happened. We walked each morning to get breakfast, we watched movies on dvd and even made it to the theater twice. We continued to watch my belly move and try to calm each other's mind for what's to come.
2 weeks have past since Oliver's arrival and Chris and I are enjoying every minute of it together. It's been hard to pay as much attention to each other because of the feeding and diaper changing (plus Oliver is just too cute and hard to resist). But every once in a while when Oliver is asleep, Chris and I would give each other a big hug as to say "we did it, we've done well". We'd hold hands on the couch just to remind each other we're a team. I know Oliver will be able to sense that he's in a loving home, and grow up to be a caring, loving man like his father.
Let me first go back to 3 weeks earlier, when life was mostly daydreaming about the baby.
Our due date was July 10th. That week we found out I was 3 cm dilated and the baby was still measuring small. Dr. Gilberg-Lenz wasn't worried his weight, but felt it would be best to induce me if Oliver goes past his due date.
Since I wanted a natural child birth from day one, the thought of having any medical intervention made both Chris and I more anxious. We tried to relax and started taking action ourselves to get things going. We took walks, even up a steep hill, squatted in the birthing tub, ate spicy food. Octavia had given me a reflexology session that had great results that evening with strong contractions, but faded over night.
I must say that the days leading up to going to the hospital was very special. Chris had taken those days off to stay with me just in case anything happened. We walked each morning to get breakfast, we watched movies on dvd and even made it to the theater twice. We continued to watch my belly move and try to calm each other's mind for what's to come.
2 weeks have past since Oliver's arrival and Chris and I are enjoying every minute of it together. It's been hard to pay as much attention to each other because of the feeding and diaper changing (plus Oliver is just too cute and hard to resist). But every once in a while when Oliver is asleep, Chris and I would give each other a big hug as to say "we did it, we've done well". We'd hold hands on the couch just to remind each other we're a team. I know Oliver will be able to sense that he's in a loving home, and grow up to be a caring, loving man like his father.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Gift for Ollie
The other day Chris and I took a walk to Hugo's, a restaurant that uses all organic ingredients, and walking distance from the house. We stopped at Aaron Brother's on our way home after a nice meal. And we ended up picking up some acrylic paint and small canvases so I can do some painting to pass time.
I had found this artist in a baby store that I really liked the images, but not the color palette. So instead of paying over $100 for them, I made versions of my own with colors that goes with Ollie's room.
I set up my work space in the patio and started working on them. It happened to be quite breezy that day and made it very relaxing to enjoy the sunshine while working on the painting.
I think they turned out quite nice!
I had found this artist in a baby store that I really liked the images, but not the color palette. So instead of paying over $100 for them, I made versions of my own with colors that goes with Ollie's room.
I set up my work space in the patio and started working on them. It happened to be quite breezy that day and made it very relaxing to enjoy the sunshine while working on the painting.
I think they turned out quite nice!
Still waiting
So the July 10th due date came and went, and Chris and I are still waiting for little Oliver's arrival. It's definitely harder to deal with the anticipation now. Although our last doctor's appointment showed that Ollie is still doing well (now at 6 lb. 7 oz) he is still measuring small for being full term. So just to be safe, the doctor has scheduled us for an induction on July 15th.
Chris and I spent the last few days leading up to the due date taking long walks and paying close attention to any new sensations. I have noticed that the Braxton Hicks contractions have been getting more intense and more uncomfortable. And instead of only happening in late evenings, I'm starting to get them throughout the day. I've also shown other symptoms of labor progressing. From talking to our doctor and doula, they both seem to think that the labor will start on its own before our induction appointment. It is also very encouraging to know that I was already at least 3 cm dilated about 5 days ago. And other than slight cramps, I really haven't had much pain. I think we can credit that to the regimen our doula put me on starting 36-weeks by taking a homeopathic pills and taking warm baths each day to get the body ready. I was surprised to find out that some women get so much pain just to get to 3 cm. So I feel very lucky that so far the only discomfort I have is not able to move around as easily.
Tomorrow we'll be getting a foot reflexology that is supposed to get labor going withing 48 hours. We are also planning on going for a walk up this hill near Sunset Blvd. that's supposed to do the same. Hopefully Oliver will get the hint and work his way out on his own before our hospital induction appointment. Even then, with how things are progressing, we probably only need a little push to get labor started.
So at the lasted we only have a wait a few more days to meet the little guy. In the meantime, we'll do our best to be patient.
Chris and I spent the last few days leading up to the due date taking long walks and paying close attention to any new sensations. I have noticed that the Braxton Hicks contractions have been getting more intense and more uncomfortable. And instead of only happening in late evenings, I'm starting to get them throughout the day. I've also shown other symptoms of labor progressing. From talking to our doctor and doula, they both seem to think that the labor will start on its own before our induction appointment. It is also very encouraging to know that I was already at least 3 cm dilated about 5 days ago. And other than slight cramps, I really haven't had much pain. I think we can credit that to the regimen our doula put me on starting 36-weeks by taking a homeopathic pills and taking warm baths each day to get the body ready. I was surprised to find out that some women get so much pain just to get to 3 cm. So I feel very lucky that so far the only discomfort I have is not able to move around as easily.
Tomorrow we'll be getting a foot reflexology that is supposed to get labor going withing 48 hours. We are also planning on going for a walk up this hill near Sunset Blvd. that's supposed to do the same. Hopefully Oliver will get the hint and work his way out on his own before our hospital induction appointment. Even then, with how things are progressing, we probably only need a little push to get labor started.
So at the lasted we only have a wait a few more days to meet the little guy. In the meantime, we'll do our best to be patient.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Big Surprise!
So I was watching TV the other day and this commercial came on for a product called Juvéderm. I couldn't take my eyes off of the TV because I recognize the spokeswoman in the commercial! It's Brenda, one of the doula clients who has the same doctor as me and due only a few days before my due date!
Then yesterday we got an email from Octavia (doula) the Brenda was in labor. I was really excited for her because the last time we saw each other at the doctor's office, she mentioned she might need to be induced because the size of the baby.
Today we received the email that Brenda and her husband Tom had a baby boy (they waited to find out) on July 5th. She was in labor for a little over 6 hours, pushed for less than 45 minutes with her FIRST baby! Baby Hudson Julian entered the world weighing in at 9 lbs and 6 oz - and being 21 1/2 inches tall! Wow!
Congratulations to the new mom and dad! I hope I'll have a short labor like that! OMG...I'm next!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Happy Birthday Kayleigh!
Happy Birthday to Kayleigh May Fukumoto!!! The little cutie was born on June 17th, 2008 at 4:48 am. She was 7 lbs 6.5 oz, and was 20 inches long.
I've know her mom Nancy since the 7th grade. We were best friends for years, and were each other's maid of honor! Then we were extremely surprised and happy when we found out we were both pregnant and only a few weeks apart. Soon Kayleigh will have a new friend Oliver to play with. : )
The proud parents Nancy and Michael
Shhh....She needs her beauty rest.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
New Belly Moves!
I thought before the little one comes out I shoot another little movie of him moving. He's been moving slower now that there's less space to stretch, but looks like he's also grown in strength.
BABY DOOLEY 38-Week Belly Moves from Chris Dooley on Vimeo.
BABY DOOLEY 38-Week Belly Moves from Chris Dooley on Vimeo.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
First Week away from work
The first week of my maternity leave was not all about bed rest. I needed to run errands to get some stuff done before the baby comes. And maybe it's because I couldn't move as quickly as I used to, everything seemed to take twice as long. I know I'm supposed to take it easy, but taking care of business was the only way to calm my mind. My list of things to do seemed almost longer than usual.
On June 19th, my friend Craig who I've known since Jr. High was visiting California from Colorado with his girlfriend. She had never been to Southern California so we arranged for a mini-reunion with my other friend Lenny (known him since 5th grade). Craig and his sister and friends had arrived that morning and their first stop was Santa Monica beach. Lenny and his wife Carrie had made plans to meet them there before coming over to our house, but then I decided to have them pick me up so I can get some air and relaxation also. We didn't get to the beach until about 4 pm. By then Craig was ready to leave the beach to grab some dinner. So Lenny, Carrie and I decided to walk around the pier so we don't waste driving all the way out there.
Carrie and I on the beach
Almost the whole gang (Danny, Craig, Robin, Lenny, April, Sean)
After leaving Santa Monica, we met Chris at the Ford's Filling Station for dinner in Culver City.
The Jacksons likes to take more expressive photos.
I think I've got something growing out of my head.
My attempt to look angry.
Our $12 piece of cheese...it was well worth it.
Although Craig was a little disappointed that the restaurant I called "a burger place" only had one burger on their menu, we all still had a great time chatting about what's new in our lives and getting to know his girlfriend Robin.
It was a really great evening and I'm glad I had the time off to catch up with old friends.
On June 19th, my friend Craig who I've known since Jr. High was visiting California from Colorado with his girlfriend. She had never been to Southern California so we arranged for a mini-reunion with my other friend Lenny (known him since 5th grade). Craig and his sister and friends had arrived that morning and their first stop was Santa Monica beach. Lenny and his wife Carrie had made plans to meet them there before coming over to our house, but then I decided to have them pick me up so I can get some air and relaxation also. We didn't get to the beach until about 4 pm. By then Craig was ready to leave the beach to grab some dinner. So Lenny, Carrie and I decided to walk around the pier so we don't waste driving all the way out there.
Carrie and I on the beach
Almost the whole gang (Danny, Craig, Robin, Lenny, April, Sean)
After leaving Santa Monica, we met Chris at the Ford's Filling Station for dinner in Culver City.
The Jacksons likes to take more expressive photos.
I think I've got something growing out of my head.
My attempt to look angry.
Our $12 piece of cheese...it was well worth it.
Although Craig was a little disappointed that the restaurant I called "a burger place" only had one burger on their menu, we all still had a great time chatting about what's new in our lives and getting to know his girlfriend Robin.
It was a really great evening and I'm glad I had the time off to catch up with old friends.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Reality Sets In
It's been great resting at home, but it takes a lot more creativity to come up with something new to eat each meal. On Friday, 6/27 I was having what I call a "bad food day". I didn't have much appetite, and there wasn't much ingredients to cook anything exciting. Since I can't just not eat, I grabbed whatever I saw in the fridge and ate it. Some were left overs, some food I just threw it together very quickly, and didn't care about the taste or presentation.
Well, I paid the price around midnight when I felt very nauseous in bed. I ended up throwing up 3 times in about an hour. And while Chris comforted me, we both were wondering if this is food poisoning, or has my labor started because I was also feeling contractions at the same time. (We've learned that some women vomit when they have contractions.) At one point I said to Chris, maybe you should finish packing our hospital bags.
We waited a while to see if I felt any better. We both moved to the living room couch and turned on the TV for distraction. Luckily we both fell asleep and I felt a lot better when I woke up hours later. I've spent the last two days keeping myself hydrated and eating better.
I think it was the first time we both thought "This is really happening." I'm glad it was food poisoning and not an early labor. The next morning Oliver was kicking around like he always does as if nothing ever happened. I hope he'll stay inside for 2 more weeks.
Well, I paid the price around midnight when I felt very nauseous in bed. I ended up throwing up 3 times in about an hour. And while Chris comforted me, we both were wondering if this is food poisoning, or has my labor started because I was also feeling contractions at the same time. (We've learned that some women vomit when they have contractions.) At one point I said to Chris, maybe you should finish packing our hospital bags.
We waited a while to see if I felt any better. We both moved to the living room couch and turned on the TV for distraction. Luckily we both fell asleep and I felt a lot better when I woke up hours later. I've spent the last two days keeping myself hydrated and eating better.
I think it was the first time we both thought "This is really happening." I'm glad it was food poisoning and not an early labor. The next morning Oliver was kicking around like he always does as if nothing ever happened. I hope he'll stay inside for 2 more weeks.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Getting very close...
About 2 weeks ago, Chris and I finished the last of our 4 baby classes. It's been great having these private lessons with our doula Octavia. She was able to work with our schedule, we get comfy in our living room with the air condition on, drinking sparkling apple cider on crushed ice, and watch videos and going over all the things we need to learn before the baby comes. We really enjoyed the private lessons because we're able to ask questions freely and really learn the material. Chris and I feel like we know so much about the birth process now. And if we need to make any decisions about any intervention, we are fully educated to make the right choices for us.
Then last week we received our "diploma" in the mail! I know Oliver appreciates what we are doing to bring him to this world.
Then yesterday, June 25th. We had a very exciting doctor's appointment. We found out that I'm 2 cm dilated and the baby's head is in the right position. He's still a little high, but at 37.5 weeks we are right on track. That news made us realize how close we are to meeting Oliver. I spent the evening making a final list of things we still need to do to get ready for the baby.
Maybe he'll decide to come early for his "independence day"! We'll have to wait and see.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
My maternity leave
I didn't think it'd come so soon...but my last day at Disney was June 16th, about 4 weeks before my expected due date. I spent the few weeks leading up to the day finishing up all of my projects, and packing up the office in case there's a move during my time off.
It was weird limiting myself from starting new projects and letting everyone know that I'll be out of the office. For about 8 years with the company, I've never been away from my "second family" for longer than 2 weeks. So when everything was put away in boxes, and I was writing an email to everyone about my last day, I couldn't hold back the tears. Even though my reason to be out is a happy one, I was still feeling emotional. Especially when everyone has been so supportive and loving, and so happy for me.
It was by coincidence that Octavia had planned a doula client luncheon on the same day. I thought it would be a good time to leave the office at lunch time instead of the end of the day, so I can go from work to have lunch with a group of women who are about to have their babies too. It helped me make the switch to focus on what's ahead.
There were 2 ladies there who had recently had their babies and shared their experiences with the rest of us. I don't think they were very successful at making us feel more calm about giving birth since they both had pretty rough deliveries. The good news was they both were rewarded with beautiful healthy babies that made them forget all the pain they went through.
All the July moms.
Octavia, our doula holding a baby from one of her clients.
The weekend wasn't too bad since Chris was home and I didn't feel different from any other weekend. Then Monday came around and I didn't have to go into work made the day feel extra long. I focused on going to the stores to get my hospital bag stuff ready and did loads of laundry of Oliver's clothes and sheets. I counted that we received over 100 pieces of clothing from the 2 showers! At one point I started crying while folding the onesies thinking about how soon I will be putting those on Ollie. From day to day I'd go from excitement and confidence to feeling scared and nervous. I'm sure that will continue until the day he comes.
Being the busy body that I have been in the last 32 years, I've learned in the past 8 months to take it easy. And taking the time off was a way to force myself to get my mind to focus on the baby. I've been taking naps and continue to eat healthy, and following Octavia, my doula's advice in taking warm baths, sitting on my birthing ball, and taking a homeopathic pills to get my body ready for the delivery. I know I'll never have a chance to relax like this ever again.
3 more weeks before July 10th...I can't wait.
It was weird limiting myself from starting new projects and letting everyone know that I'll be out of the office. For about 8 years with the company, I've never been away from my "second family" for longer than 2 weeks. So when everything was put away in boxes, and I was writing an email to everyone about my last day, I couldn't hold back the tears. Even though my reason to be out is a happy one, I was still feeling emotional. Especially when everyone has been so supportive and loving, and so happy for me.
It was by coincidence that Octavia had planned a doula client luncheon on the same day. I thought it would be a good time to leave the office at lunch time instead of the end of the day, so I can go from work to have lunch with a group of women who are about to have their babies too. It helped me make the switch to focus on what's ahead.
There were 2 ladies there who had recently had their babies and shared their experiences with the rest of us. I don't think they were very successful at making us feel more calm about giving birth since they both had pretty rough deliveries. The good news was they both were rewarded with beautiful healthy babies that made them forget all the pain they went through.
All the July moms.
Octavia, our doula holding a baby from one of her clients.
The weekend wasn't too bad since Chris was home and I didn't feel different from any other weekend. Then Monday came around and I didn't have to go into work made the day feel extra long. I focused on going to the stores to get my hospital bag stuff ready and did loads of laundry of Oliver's clothes and sheets. I counted that we received over 100 pieces of clothing from the 2 showers! At one point I started crying while folding the onesies thinking about how soon I will be putting those on Ollie. From day to day I'd go from excitement and confidence to feeling scared and nervous. I'm sure that will continue until the day he comes.
Being the busy body that I have been in the last 32 years, I've learned in the past 8 months to take it easy. And taking the time off was a way to force myself to get my mind to focus on the baby. I've been taking naps and continue to eat healthy, and following Octavia, my doula's advice in taking warm baths, sitting on my birthing ball, and taking a homeopathic pills to get my body ready for the delivery. I know I'll never have a chance to relax like this ever again.
3 more weeks before July 10th...I can't wait.
Another baby shower!
On June 7th, Grandma Sandy hosted another baby shower for us at her house in San Diego. It was a big turn out, about 30 people showed up...99% of whom we've never met! The weather was sunny, and the grassy back yard was set up with lawn chairs in a big circle, and tables for gifts and food. Everyone greeted us with such warmth and well wishes for us and the baby.
After having some food, I sat in the middle of the circle and started to open presents...and presents...and more presents. Many of the ladies knitted and hand-made quilts for Oliver. We not only received gifts, we also received great advice from these experienced moms.
At the end of the shower, I relaxed and snacked on a cabbage with cheese and salami stuck on it.
The shower was a great success! Chris helped his mom clean up and put all the gifts in the car (good thing we didn't take the train down) Then the 3 of us had a nice steak dinner at Black Angus and reflected what a wonderful afternoon we all had.
Happy 33rd Birthday!
This year, my wonderful Disney family took me to Savannah, a restaurant in Burbank that used to be called French 75 (one of our favorite restaurant by the same owner) to celebrate my 33rd birthday. It is my first birthday being pregnant so it was extra special.
The whole group made it to lunch. And even better, we had 2 vendors Kathy and Steve who paid for the whole thing!
Since I can't drink alcohol, I ordered something sparkling for the festivity.
Czarnecki and I show off our non-alcoholic beverages: Ice tea, and a French sparkling lemonade.
John has a unique way of wishing me happy birthday.
Steve knows how to pick his seat.
Since I can't lean close enough to the table...
The delicious lunch ended with cup cakes from Sprinkles! yummy. Next year...Oliver will be invited too!
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Jelly Belly
BABY DOOLEY 31-Week Belly Moves from Chris Dooley on Vimeo.
For months now, every night around 10 pm, Oliver decides to wake up and do some stretches. While I was watching a movie one night (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly...it's in French) I held a camera pointed at my belly and recorded this 30 second movie There are no special effects or editing, just Oliver having a good time at 31-weeks.
So many gifts!
Thanks to all of our generous and loving friends and family, Oliver's drawers and book shelves are now fully stocked. Chris and I spent some time organizing everything and assemblying some of the toys. Oliver will be so happy to play with his new toys, while wearing all the adorable outfits!
All the cards with well wishes from Oliver's honorary uncles and aunts.
Cute beddings and comfy blankets...little Ollie will have many sweet dreams.
Oh...what to wear...
Already building a nice library.
So many toys...so little time...
All the cards with well wishes from Oliver's honorary uncles and aunts.
Cute beddings and comfy blankets...little Ollie will have many sweet dreams.
Oh...what to wear...
Already building a nice library.
So many toys...so little time...
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The Baby Shower!!!
After months of preparation, the baby shower to welcome little Oliver finally came. On a Sunday afternoon, May 4th, our backyard transformed into a welcoming garden gathering of our closest friends and family.
Chris and I spent Saturday with our friends Luci and Peter decorating cupcakes for the party.
The cupcake decorating team: Ann, Chris, Luci and Peter.
Ann concentrating on decorating the cupcakes for the shower.
Yummy....
We moved the dinning room table into the living room as a sign-in table. The guests were asked to fill in the name tags that read "Hello, I'm Uncle..." and "Hello, I'm Auntie..."
Chris and I hung colorful paper lanterns in the patio and some in the trees in the backyard.
A beautiful spread.
Kristin, Elizabeth, and Corri arriving at the shower.
We hired a coffee/smoothie bar service to compliment our dessert and fruit buffet. (Baristas Johnny and Dave did a great job making drinks for all the guests)
New Dad Steve Czarnecki with 10 day old Lindalee. And Kari (she's expecting too!) and her daughter Kylie.
New mom Rebekah and mom of twins Vanessa.
Michelle, Diana, and Tony relaxing on the couch.
Luci and Peter enjoying their ice blended drinks
Grandma Sandy enjoying the shower after months of planning, and making new friends (Corri)
John and Michelle looking like their on vacation...and Glenn and Nilda sitting by a tree...K. I. S. S. I. N. G.
I get a sample from our fruit and dessert buffet.
Glenn and Nilda will have their baby shower next month!
Steve can't resist picking up the guitar...maybe he was inspired by baby Ollie.
What a lovely afternoon
Ann and Kristin
The Jackson two.
Ann, Steve, and Shari
Heather, Lauren, and little Henry Beck.
Laura and her fiance Gardner. They'll be getting married in just a few weeks! Congratulations!
My feet were so tire, I just had to put on my bunny slippers.
Chris and I under the sun.
Maria (She's expecting twins!!) and Peggy.
Time to open gifts!
Natalie made a diaper cake with the gdiapers and baby einstein toys! So talented!
Oliver is so loved...
The shower was a big success. Special thanks to:
Grandma Dooley for hosting, planning, and for baking the chocolate chip cookies.
Grandpa Dooley and Joan for spending hours cutting up huge bowls of fruits (we enjoyed fruit smoothies for days after the shower!)
Uncle Kevin and Aunt Cathy for the Edible fruit arrangement. What a beautiful centerpiece!
Luci and Peter for baking and decorating the cupcakes. And Peter for helping to move the furniture outside.
Diana for the brownies and her help with the chocolate fondue.
Laura for the banana bread and brownies. (I had the banana bread a with some ice cream and strawberries a few days after...soooo good!)
Nilda and Glenn for the Rice Crispy treats...mmm the Peanut butter ones are insanely good!
Vanessa for the peach cobbler. Are those peaches from your tree?
Lenny for helping to move the furniture back, and Carri for recording all the gifts we received.
and last but not least, Chris, who was so helpful and supportive every step of the way.
I feel so lucky to have so many loving friends and family to share this experience with.
Love you all!
Chris and I spent Saturday with our friends Luci and Peter decorating cupcakes for the party.
The cupcake decorating team: Ann, Chris, Luci and Peter.
Ann concentrating on decorating the cupcakes for the shower.
Yummy....
We moved the dinning room table into the living room as a sign-in table. The guests were asked to fill in the name tags that read "Hello, I'm Uncle..." and "Hello, I'm Auntie..."
Chris and I hung colorful paper lanterns in the patio and some in the trees in the backyard.
A beautiful spread.
Kristin, Elizabeth, and Corri arriving at the shower.
We hired a coffee/smoothie bar service to compliment our dessert and fruit buffet. (Baristas Johnny and Dave did a great job making drinks for all the guests)
New Dad Steve Czarnecki with 10 day old Lindalee. And Kari (she's expecting too!) and her daughter Kylie.
New mom Rebekah and mom of twins Vanessa.
Michelle, Diana, and Tony relaxing on the couch.
Luci and Peter enjoying their ice blended drinks
Grandma Sandy enjoying the shower after months of planning, and making new friends (Corri)
John and Michelle looking like their on vacation...and Glenn and Nilda sitting by a tree...K. I. S. S. I. N. G.
I get a sample from our fruit and dessert buffet.
Glenn and Nilda will have their baby shower next month!
Steve can't resist picking up the guitar...maybe he was inspired by baby Ollie.
What a lovely afternoon
Ann and Kristin
The Jackson two.
Ann, Steve, and Shari
Heather, Lauren, and little Henry Beck.
Laura and her fiance Gardner. They'll be getting married in just a few weeks! Congratulations!
My feet were so tire, I just had to put on my bunny slippers.
Chris and I under the sun.
Maria (She's expecting twins!!) and Peggy.
Time to open gifts!
Natalie made a diaper cake with the gdiapers and baby einstein toys! So talented!
Oliver is so loved...
The shower was a big success. Special thanks to:
Grandma Dooley for hosting, planning, and for baking the chocolate chip cookies.
Grandpa Dooley and Joan for spending hours cutting up huge bowls of fruits (we enjoyed fruit smoothies for days after the shower!)
Uncle Kevin and Aunt Cathy for the Edible fruit arrangement. What a beautiful centerpiece!
Luci and Peter for baking and decorating the cupcakes. And Peter for helping to move the furniture outside.
Diana for the brownies and her help with the chocolate fondue.
Laura for the banana bread and brownies. (I had the banana bread a with some ice cream and strawberries a few days after...soooo good!)
Nilda and Glenn for the Rice Crispy treats...mmm the Peanut butter ones are insanely good!
Vanessa for the peach cobbler. Are those peaches from your tree?
Lenny for helping to move the furniture back, and Carri for recording all the gifts we received.
and last but not least, Chris, who was so helpful and supportive every step of the way.
I feel so lucky to have so many loving friends and family to share this experience with.
Love you all!