04 Nov

the things about november 4th

Besides the fact that it’s the day after this baby is about to be born, of course…

1. Civic Duty: Done. Amelia and I walked to our polling place when I got home from work and filled in our little bubbles. She was #654 and I was #655. I don’t know how many people are in our precinct, but since we’re in North Minneapolis and it’s just a mid-term election, I was pretty impressed that it was even that high. I get pretty proud of my neighborhood anytime I see people coming from different direction to get to the church. Getting out and walking to the polls is something that takes effort and I really do applaud that. It’s much easier to just skip it all, you know?

2. When I was in high school, this was always the time of year that basketball practice started. I only played high school basketball my freshman and junior years, because I felt like I had to just pick one thing to focus my talents on – basketball or band. I stuck with band and it’s gotten me really far in life. Wait. But still, I enjoyed it. And can still appreciate a really good (or really horrible) marching band halftime show.

3. It’s my friend Angie’s birthday. I have several friends named Angie, but this one here’s the one I’ve known since first grade and that’s gotta be right at 30 years. Holy shit. I don’t know how many trips to the McDonald’s drive thru we made when she had her driver’s license five whole months before me! I have many, many stories that I could share about Angie, but I think the best story of them all is the fact that I can still text her out of the blue and it’s like it hasn’t been months on end since we’ve talked. Those are the kind of friends you always need to have in your life, you know?

4. I’m pretty sure my parental leave started today. And, hey, let’s get rid of titles┬álike maternity and paternity leave, can we? Because even the law doesn’t call it that anymore.

03 Nov

well, here it is – the infamous due date

We’ve been joking around, specifically on the way to the emergency room last night, about which of us the baby will take more after. Last night, we figured he was taking after his pregnant mom, being three hours early… you know, to his appointment for LIFE. On the other hand, as we’re sitting on the couch 24 hours later, it seems this little guy might be taking more after me. He’ll come when he’s ready and there’s not much else that’s going to force him out.

Onto non-baby news, look at how much this other kid that lives with us has grown in the last six years.

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He’s gone from sweet, Nintendo DS playing baby faced 10 year old to 17 year old maniac that learned to drive a golf cart last month with his great uncle Pete. The maniac part really only applies when he’s flying around the corner without any knowledge of how to slow that thing down. The rest of the time, he’s just a kid with a 3.8 GPA this semester that’s busy filling out college applications left and right.

Something I wouldn’t recommend: having a baby at the same time your oldest kid needs to be touring all of these colleges before he decides on one. Probably should have done some of that over the summer but know we know better for next time. That’s how that works, right?

02 Nov

i’m calling it a practice run

We got home about an hour ago from a Sunday night trip to the emergency room and I’m looking at it from the perspective that now I’m a pro at navigating to the hospital when in a somewhat emergent situation. Like a dress rehearsal, yeah?

On Friday, we had that whole “high blood pressure” and “non-conclusive stress test” drama that sent us to the hospital with explicit instructions to call the midwives if we had any questions or concerns. Earlier today, we got a call from the midwife we saw on Friday and she was calling to let us know that everything looked great from our trip to the hospital, but had scheduled us an appointment for tomorrow morning at the main hospital to go over some blood pressure stuff again just to keep tabs on things. I think we combined that with the fact that Amelia had been having some headaches and dizziness and seeing some spots when she stands up too fast, and decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to call the midwives.

They had us head into the hospital, specifically through the emergency room doors since it was after hours and it wasn’t like all of the doors were just hanging wide open. You know what’s funny? Showing up at an emergency room with a 39 week and six day pregnant wife. They automatically assume that baby’s about to drop out of somewhere awkward. They were even more surprised when she declined a wheelchair to go anywhere. Hey, there’s an 11 pound baby rolling around in here – she’s tough!

Anyway – two nurses and a different midwife later, we’re back home. Blood pressure was better than it was on Friday and little guy’s moving around just fine. Got to see a pretty big contraction while hooked up to the monitor and since we’ve left, she’s had a couple more. I’d say things are definitely getting ready to happen, but I haven’t quite made it through my PhD in Delivering Babies to give you the exact truth on that one.

Meanwhile, my 65 pound dog is sitting on Amelia’s lap in our living room chair right up against the baby and is in no hurry to leave her lap. He’s our Lassie. Timmy’s stuck in a well? Baby’s about to be born? Riley’ll sniff it out, that’s for sure.

I’m watching what I’m assuming will be the my last episode of The Walking Dead before I have an infant dictating my sleep schedule. Then, I’m going to bed and we’ll see what happens when I wake up on this little guy’s due date.

01 Nov

mucho pina, no bebe

That DuoLingo is really paying off, huh?

Monday’s this baby boy’s official due date. Much like the papers we were given at the midwife’s office, we’re very aware that’s not an official due date and more of an estimated time of arrival. And, really, if he’s anything like this mom, he’ll show up late. But because multiple medical professionals have pointed out that he’s very large, we’ve been trying to get this guy going sooner rather than later. We have tried the following in an effort to induce labor:

  • eating pineapple
  • walking
  • sniffing cinnamon
  • drinking root beer
  • evening primrose oil
  • raspberry leaf tea
  • acupuncture
  • three different kinds of spicy food

Result: no baby. One of the biggest things we learned in our baby prep class was that there’s never been a baby that HASN’T come out. So, we’re just hanging out and waiting for him to wrap up whatever projects he has going on in there, tie up loose ends, all that jazz. We’re ready for him to get here.

We’ve kept busy with applications, fairs and tours for the 17 year old’s entrance into college next year. Shit, that’s a process. You’d think those schools would work their scholarship deadline schedule around this baby’s due date to make things a little easier for us, but noooooooo. So, we’re plugging away with that, too.

30 days in November, 30 days of blog posts? I’m going to give it a try, but I’m pretty sure I’ve barely posted 30 times all year. I love unrealistic goal-setting!

 

19 Oct

38 weeks down, no more than 22 days to go

Now is the crazy time, where we can actually put a finite number on how many days will pass before we meet our baby boy. Many, many things are falling into place and that’s what a lot of this last week or so has kept us busy. The distraction with getting a bunch of last minute things and doing things like brunch and roller derby with friends has been great to get us out of the house and thinking about something besides when this baby might be coming.

We know it’s 22 days or less because the midwives have been pretty clear that they won’t let Amelia go past 41 weeks before they start talking about interventions, like an induction. It’s been very important for us (specifically Amelia) that this guy gets all the time he needs to grow and so we were struggling in thinking that we’d have to talk the medical professionals in our life out of inducing “just because”. It hasn’t been easy. They’ve thrown things our way like age and BMI and size of the baby, all of which can’t really be proven by evidence that they’re so dangerous she shouldn’t be able to have a completely normal pregnancy. Without getting too far up on a soapbox, doctors and some of the nurse midwives we’ve talked with have been more concerned about making it convenient for them than what we, and again specifically Amelia, want to happen because we know it’s okay.

And just for inquiring minds, Amelia has had an incredibly healthy pregnancy. She’s passed two one-hour gestational diabetes tests with flying colors. Her blood pressure been extremely healthy, just like it always is. She’s gained less than the amount of weight the midwives asked of her in the beginning. Essentially, at our previous place of care, they ran her through all of the tests they could multiple times. They were never consistent on why they were having them done and it became really tiresome for her. I can’t say I blame her.

It’s a lot to talk about and a lot to understand. Sadly, we’re noticing not many women do understand it all because fear gets in the way. Amelia’s a birth worker. She’s passionate about making sure women get what they want during their pregnancies and deliveries, so it’s hard for her to think that she might not be able to get what they want. It fires up the protector side of me and I have to hold back when it comes to defending her choices. That’s why we hired a doula – mainly, so I don’t punch anyone.

But on to more fun stuff, like decorating his room:

oslosbedroomThe top row is the top of his bookshelf, that he shares with his moms. The signs and buckets are from his baby shower that Shawn and Jenni threw for us. The tiny red wagon is from my grandma (his great grandma) and it’s filled with three tiny bears from her and an adorable tiny elephant from Amelia’s mom, that she sent us just a few days after we found Amelia was pregnant. There’s a lamp from IKEA, a sign reminding him to always kiss his dog goodnight from Amelia’s mom, all the good lotions and bath goodies from Shawn and Ani, and some red pillow I had as a kid that I’ve hung on to since then. Nobody seems to know where it came from or who gave it to me, but now it’s this nursery decor.

His changing pad is on top of his dresser, which is overflowing with clothes that he’ll probably never wear more than once. He is this mother’s child, though, which explains all of the witty onesies and thermal undershirts. The stuffed monkey and turtle are representative of both of his moms. Truth be told, Amelia and I have had these stuffed animals for years, I think before we met one another. I’m more monkey; she’s more turtle. I’m more baseball cap; she’s more fedora. He’s got five framed sock monkey prints we picked up at IKEA, because my grandma (his great grandma) used to make a stuffed sock monkey for all the babies in her life. In no way do I expect her to try to make one for him (even though she told me last weekend she’s already bought a pair of socks to do it), so we planned on still having sock monkeys hanging around somewhere.

This turned into a lot of rambling; I don’t care. There are just some things I want to be able to go back and reflect on in a few years. That’s why this blog has been all about for me for years, so why change that, you know?