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Sweet Pea McGee – 8 Months

April 16, 2012

Dear Ems,

Hey girl, whatcha doing?  (See:  New Girl)  You’re eight months old today…already…*sniff*.  And while my blog updates and about you have been few and far between, I’m writing this today to let you know that it’s not so bad being the second child.  In my estimation, it’s better in a lot of ways.  I think back to when your brother was your size.  I wanted him to walk and talk and stop being so needy.  I was constantly comparing him to other kids his age, making sure that he was crushing the competition keeping up.  When he woke up at 5am for no apparent reason, your dad and I would be so tired and frustrated and it would be all about getting to naptime.

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But not with you, my friend.  We’ve adjusted to living like zombies, so when you wake up early, we bring you down and we talk to you and we cuddle you and we get as many smiles as we can.  We adore that time with you.  We adore you.  We know it won’t be long until you’re too busy to just sit happily in our presence.  It truly is the magic of babies (who are older than 5 months).  A magic I didn’t fully appreciate until you came along.

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And then there’s Aiden, your brother, a person you wouldn’t know if it wasn’t for the whole second child thing. Well baby girl, let it be known that you have a friend in him.  He adores you too.  He talks to you in a special baby voice (“Helloo little guurrll”), and I think he just generally wants to be around you.  You light up when you see him.  I hope it never changes.  I saw his first big brother act not too long back when at a friend’s house another little boy took away the book you were looking at/eating. Aiden rushed over, took the book from the boy and said “No.  That’s Emily’s book.” 

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No can make you laugh like that brother of yours either.  In fact, generally speaking, you are a pretty tough crowd when it comes to laughter clearly being too pretty and smart to giggle at the ridiculousness going on around you.  And it’s not for a lack of trying on our parts, trust me.  Not when it comes to Aiden though.  He can always make you laugh and man it’s a sweet sound.

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So there you have it sweet pea mcgee.  Being the second child is where it’s at.  And let me just say that what you lack in laughter, you more than make up for in tenacity.  Just ask that full margarita that you managed to get a hold of the other night at dinner or the flowers on our kitchen island…all totally out of your reach.

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Now tell me, who’s that girl? Who’s that girl? It’s Ems!

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Love you baby girl,

Mommy

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Stats:

4 months (12/19/11)///6 months (3/2/12)

Height: 24in (25-50%)///26in (50-75%)

Weight: 12lbs 7oz (10-25%)///15lbs 15oz (25-50%)

Head Circumference: 40 (25-50%)///43.5 (75-90%)

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Deja Vu

November 4, 2011

Sweetness revisited.

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Bonus sweetness.  Because I can…

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…and you know you want it.

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Happy 2 Months, Emmy K!

October 20, 2011

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Smiling and cooing?: Yes, for 5 minutes a day if I’m being generous

Sleeping through the night?: Not even close

Crying?: A plenty

Kicking a soccer ball?: Like a pro

What? What the hell else do you do with a baby?

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You’re creeping your way into our hearts you beautiful baby girl.

2 month stats:

Height: 22.5 in (50%)

Weight: 9 lbs 12 oz (10-25%)

Head: 38 cm (50%)

Emily’s Birth Story

October 5, 2011

I started typing this out shortly after her birth, but I lost steam and it somehow fell off my plate.  Well now nature (that evil mistress that makes you forget things you should remember so as to never make those mistakes again) has already started to work it’s magic and some of the details are slipping away.  The good news is that all-in-all, Emily’s birth was somewhat textbook so a lot of the details aren’t all that important to the story.  Thanks to the epidural which will now henceforth be referred to as the nectar of the gods, I actually remember thinking that it was kind of an awesome, beautiful experience.  So join me as I attempt to finish what I started.

The day is August 16th – Emily’s due date.

11 AM: We arrived at the hospital.  We had never been to North Fulton because we didn’t anticipate delivering there (an induced VBAC prompted the last minute switch).

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11:15: In the delivery room Dan shows me what to expect before I get changed into my robe (and these will be the last of the pictures to preserve what little modesty I have left)

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Between here and when the doctor comes in, the nurse gives me an IV and gets me all hooked up to the monitor.  She asks me if I intend to partake in the nectar of the gods to which I respond “no”.  She says that she likes to go ahead and order it anyways just in case the patient decides to change their mind just so they don’t have to wait.  I agree that’s probably for the best since my desire to not partake was purely out of curiosity (masochistic much?).  I had not prepared mentally on any level to give birth naturally.

12:30 – The doctor breaks my water.  At this point I was 2-3cm dilated.

2:30 – Contractions start coming pretty consistently so Dan, my mom and myself take a walk around the hospital to help things progress.  About 5 minutes into the walk, I feel like I’m going to throw up.  I run to the nearest bathroom while Dan scrambles for something for me to use as a barf bag.  I make it to the bathroom but don’t throw up.  We head back to the room.

4:00 – My sister shows up with Aiden – a plan that was made when we were sure that the baby would certainly have been there by the time she got off work.  But Emily hadn’t arrived yet and I was in a LOT of pain.  Contractions were coming every couple minutes and I wasn’t handling it well.  Oh sure, I was breathing through them but I was not in a good place.  Super glad that Aiden got to see a little bit of me writhing in pain.  They left shortly after because it turns out a 2 year old is the exact opposite of what you want around in that condition.

5:00 – Midwife stops Dan in the hall and tells him to take me for a walk…for an HOUR or so (a detail that he fails to mention until we’re half way down the hall).  I stop not 100 feet from the delivery room and talk it out with Dan and ultimately decide I want to suckle from the teat of the gods.

6:00 – Nectar arrives.  Doctor checks my progress at this point. This was a pivotal moment for me because if they’d said I was 7cm, I would have been disappointed I had made it so far only to back out now.  But they didn’t.  I was only 4cm!?!  To which I said bring on the drugs.

7:30 – The last hour and a half were significantly better than the previous 3-4, but the nurse was concerned that I was still aware of and having to breath through the contractions.  She calls the anesthesiologist back.

7:45 – The doctor decides to redo the epidural which while not something I would wish for twice in one day, I’m deeming totally worth it.  I didn’t feel anything once he got that thing in there right.  I spent the remaining time questioning why anyone would choose to have a baby naturally when we have modern medicine.

9:30 – The midwife comes in for a random progress check and wouldn’t you know it – 10cm!!  She wants me to start pushing right then, so she dimmed the lights and that’s just what we did.  She determines I have enough control over my pushing muscles to keep the drip going (if ever there was a reason to get your muscles in check) and we do the thing – mom holding one leg, midwife holding the other.

A brief word on my midwife.  Her name is Diane Tandy and she is amazing!  I knew I’d have to find a midwife after having a c-section with Aiden to even have the option of a VBAC and I was lucky to have found her. She was just so encouraging and knowledgeable and fun through the whole process and I genuinely credit her for the positive feelings I took away from the delivery.  Her practice is Gifts From Grace so if you’re in the Johns Creek/Alpharetta/Roswell area, everyone there is wonderful.

9:45 – Nurse comes in, completely shocked that we’ve started…without her…which I thought was funny.

10:00 – Sometime around here they wheeled in a mirror so I could see how I was doing.  I didn’t want it at first (and I’m pretty sure Dan who was standing safely by my head could have done without), but then I couldn’t look away and was really encouraged by seeing the fruits of my pushes.

I pushed for an hour.  Emily finally decided to show at 10:29PM.  They plopped her down right on my belly and Dan cut the cord.

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And then I got to hold her.

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Very different from the c-section experience.  In the moment, it went quick and I honestly didn’t feel a thing.  The next day though I ached like I had the workout of my life…which I guess I had.

One Month

September 17, 2011

Emily is a month old already.  Despite all the  newborn shenanigans, it’s crazy hard to believe that it’s already been a month. 

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Seriously though, she isn’t a bad baby, and I have a lot more confidence with her than I had with Aiden.  If anything I have a tendency to get impatient with her because I know exactly the routine I want to get her in even if it’s still a work in progress.  I often have to tell myself to just go with flow and remind myself that she’s only a month old.

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She’s a good sleeper.  I already get 4-5 hours straight at night so can’t complain there.  She cries, but not as much as her brother did from what I can remember.  It’s just that when she does get to crying, she has a tendency of getting all drama queen on me.  I feel like her world is coming to an end and thus my world is coming to an end and that’s when I can actually feel myself getting older.

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Her brother loves her.  Can’t get enough.  Wants to eat her face and then lay on top of her and smother her to death which I’m pretty sure is what he’d do if I wasn’t there to run interference.  Sometimes I hurt his feelings when I tell him to be careful which hurts my feelings because I know he means well.  His favorite things to say in regards to her are “Emily!  No crying!” for obvious reasons and “I want my Emily” or “lay down Emily" when he wants to hold her. 

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He reads to her too.  She almost never has both socks on.

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Being the second, I feel like she’s not getting nearly as much camera time as Aiden. Before her first real bath (which she liked surprisingly), I asked Dan if he was going to get the camera to take some pictures and he just looked at me beat down and was like “I guess”. Very different in that respect but I’m trying to make a conscious effort until we find our groove.

Check out her Freddy Kruegar hand.

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Overall, I think it’s fair to say that the newborn phase just isn’t for me.  Reliving it is definitely proof that you forget what it’s like as soon as they grow out of it.  However, I am forcing myself to forget about my to-do list (and stop mindlessly adding crap to it) so I can enjoy the ride more – a feeling I know I had to come to terms with after Aiden came along. 

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Here’s to more of this in the months to come.

And for fun here is Aiden’s 1 month post.  They are definitely related.

3 week stats:

Weight – 8lbs 10oz (50-75%)

Height – 21 inches (75%)

Head Circumference – 30.5 cm (75%)

Home, Sweet Home

August 28, 2011

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Emily came home this past Monday and we’ve spent the last week get acquainted with her.  She’s not different from what I remember from her brother.  Three modes: asleep, awake and eating, and awake and angry.  Seriously, the girl spends maybe 10 minutes a day awake and chill. 

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The big difference this time around is that both Dan and I look at her in the middle of her worst fussy time and wonder why we thought it was so hard with Aiden.  She’s so little and harmless.  Maybe it’s because she’s only adding to the craziness instead of being the sole cause of it.  Her cry doesn’t have nearly the physiological affect on me that Aiden’s did (although it does still wear on me after a while). I don’t want to speak too soon, but we might be able to get through the next few months without the yoga ball and vacuum cleaner.  (After last night, I considered removing the last sentence, but I MUST STAY STRONG.)  I did knit her up some mittens to at least keep her from clawing her eyes out while she’s wailing.

Friday was the first day that I kept both kids home by myself for the day.  I know I don’t want to take Aiden out of school completely during my maternity leave because he likes it, and I think it’s important for him to have that outlet for his energy a few days a week.  But I wanted to get a taste of how it’s going to be and exactly how many days I think I can handle both during the week. 

It actually wasn’t that bad, largely in part to the amount that Emily sleeps.  The only times that it got a little crazy were when I had to feed her and was somewhat chained to the couch for 30 minutes.  The boy can do a lot of damage in 30 minutes including a full thing of yogurt hitting the rug and several 20 minute hand washing sessions.  He thinks he’s fooling me by closing every door between me and the bathroom, but I know exactly what’s going on in there.  There were (only?) 2 times that I sent him into the backyard with the promise that I would be right there.  It’s fenced in and there’s nothing he can break back there.  Plus I was *right* behind him.  I finally realized feeding was a great time to get the iPad out because I was able to participate with him while Emily ate.

But I definitely did see potential for things getting pretty hairy.  We’ll just have to work on it, and I think getting more sleep as Emily gets older will obviously help with my patience and problem solving.

I took this picture of Emily to get her wearing the little mittens I knit up and realized that it also showcases the faux-mohawk quite nicely.

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So I got out the hat that I knit her (same as above) while sitting with her in the NICU and took some more pictures.  I vow that the next think I knit for her will not be pink and will not include lace but I couldn’t resist this hat.

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The hat pattern is here (rav) and the mittens here.  I modified the mitten pattern, adding an eyelet row because newborn mittens without ties are useless.  Plus it makes them match the hat for a little cuteness overload.  I never thought I’d see the day when I thought adding ribbon to knitting would be cute.

I Want To Touch Her Eyes

August 22, 2011

My mom brought Aiden up to the hospital to meet Emily the day after she was born.  I’m so glad she did considering he hasn’t been able to see her since.  We’ve talked about her a lot though.  I can’t wait for them to get better acquainted.

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Love this video for 2 reasons:

1) The obvious…it’s the first sibling encounter.  You can hear the shakiness in my voice as I try to hold it together.

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2) If you listen really closely, when my sister hands Aiden over you can hear him ask “I wanna hold you mommy”.  Love that boy.

We just got a call from the NICU this morning.  Baby sister’s coming home today!  Yay!

Day 4

August 21, 2011

The day that Dan and I whilst standing over Emily’s crib in the NICU had our first quasi-serious discussion of how we would handle it if she got pregnant while still in high school.   I don’t recall having any conversations like that after Aiden was born.  Thank goodness for little girls…who will hopefully just stay little.

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Update on Emily

August 20, 2011

I was discharged from the hospital the Thursday afternoon after the delivery, however, Emily was not and still remains in the hospital on antibiotics.

The short story is that she was at risk for a blood infection based on us both having fevers post-delivery.  We were both treated with antibiotics immediately, and while the initial tests on Emily showed no infection, one test came back outrageously abnormal indicating that there was still a risk of her developing an infection if left untreated.  She has to receive antibiotics intravenously twice a day until the one test returns to normal or at least shows a consistent trend in the right direction which it started doing yesterday thankfully.

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Other than this small hiccup, she is a perfectly normal and healthy baby.  While she was whisked away to the NICU about 30 minutes after being born to receive her first round of antibiotics, she spent most her first days in my recovery room.  The doctor has never seemed concerned that she wouldn’t be alright.  As he puts it, they often have to treat 20 babies to save the one that would actually develop the life-threatening blood infection.  We understand this, however, it was really weird and sad leaving the hospital without our baby.

As a side note, they had some difficulty getting the IV in the night she was born.  After giving up on her hand, they shaved a small patch of hair off her head on each side to try using the veins in her head.  When they couldn’t get it in there either, they just had to give her the first shot in the leg which I just choose not to think about.   The NICU nurse then returned her to me around 3:30am following the delivery.  I, for good reason, was dead asleep when she came in and only slightly awake when she told me they had shaved her head into not quite a mohawk, not quite a faux-hawk.  I’m sure she was pretty relieved  about delivering the news to me while I was so out of it and that the time of return was no accident ;) 

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Hi! My Name is Emily

August 19, 2011

Emily Kate Louche was born on Tuesday August 16, 2011 at 10:29pm.  She weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces and was 20 inches long.  She had sweet squishy cheeks, a crooked nose, and a full head of dark hair (which quickly got demoted to a faux-mohawk of sorts…more on that later).  She barely made a peep but was alert.  She has toes that would put a monkey’s to shame.   She is beautiful.

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After much consideration and doubt, we decided on Emily with a ‘y’ after the day that Aiden crawled into my lap, pointed to my belly and said “Emily” completely unprovoked.  He pretty much sealed the deal with that, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he sounds ridiculously cute when he says it.  The ‘y’ just  looks and feels right.  Dana is ultra-sensitive to anything out of the ordinary with names.  Emily means industrious or hardworking.  I like this because of a quote that both Dan and I appreciate: “The harder I work, the luckier I get.”  I’d say we’re both feeling pretty lucky these days.

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