The 8th of July marked Tom's & my 10 year anniversary. It sure doesn't seem like it's been that long. Lots of blurs. It's funny how we remember some same experiences but remember different parts, or that there's some things I just plain don't remember anymore!
Anyway, to celebrate, it was VERY low-key, since Brent was a week and a half old when we went out and came with us, while the older kids were watched. We had thought we'd be about 7 pm-10 pm for the babysitter. First, we stopped at a Chinese restaurant around the corner for some dinner, even though neither of us was particularly hungry. It was nice to have quiet time to be able to talk. Brent, amazingly, slept the whole time. Then we stopped over at Home Depot to check out outdoor lighting for the room addition(something the city asked for). We ended up coming home around 9, after the kids were supposed to be in bed and *hopefully* asleep, since we were both so hammered from lack of sleep.
We may go celebrate on another day, once Brent's a little bigger and we can come up with more of a date idea.
I got Tom a present, which I wasn't sure how well it'd go over. I bought him a Starry Night tie back in April from some place in Florida, and kept it in the package it came in the mail in until a few days before. Good thing I had opened it before Tom because something happened with that batch of ties, where it was supposed to be yellow on a blue background was LIME GREEN! Anyway, got that all resolved and the replacement just came today(same design, just had the owner make sure we wouldn't have the same problem again). Tom's ties are all 10+ years old (and showing it), and I know he hasn't bought one actually probably since we started dating. First time ever buying him a tie, that's why I wasn't sure how he'd respond, but since we both like Starry Night it was a hit.
Here's a pic online:
http://www.tieguys.com/Detailed/4055z.html
Journey: n. An experience or process that leaves you changed; trail of experience. From here to there.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Welcome Baby Brent
This post is almost 3 weeks overdue.
Brent Owen was born on Tuesday, June 29th @ 12:45 pm. 8 lbs 9 oz, 21" long. Ended up going in that morning to be induced with Pitocin, but ended up not needing hardly any. I guess Brent took to heart the chat I had with him the night before, that he WAS going to be born on Tuesday. The doctor was going to come in to break the bag of waters, like she has needed to for all of our kids, but decided to come in on her lunch break. By 9 or 10, I was already at ~6cm and thinking it was odd that the doctor hadn't come yet since I was progressing so quickly. Around 11:30ish started getting really uncomfy(Brent kept moving lower & I was close to 8cm dilated) & started staring at the clock waiting for the doctor to come.
At noon, asked for my last dose of Stadol for pain. A few minutes later, I guess my nurse went on her lunch break. She didn't want to check how dilated I was since Brent was so close to the bag of water and we both feared/instinctively thought he'd come fast once it was broken. Around 12:20ish I cried over the intercom thing in my room that I felt like Brent was coming out--not so much out of pain, but mostly worried that it was after 12 noon, my doctor wasn't there yet and Brent apparently didn't want to wait.
Brent Owen was born on Tuesday, June 29th @ 12:45 pm. 8 lbs 9 oz, 21" long. Ended up going in that morning to be induced with Pitocin, but ended up not needing hardly any. I guess Brent took to heart the chat I had with him the night before, that he WAS going to be born on Tuesday. The doctor was going to come in to break the bag of waters, like she has needed to for all of our kids, but decided to come in on her lunch break. By 9 or 10, I was already at ~6cm and thinking it was odd that the doctor hadn't come yet since I was progressing so quickly. Around 11:30ish started getting really uncomfy(Brent kept moving lower & I was close to 8cm dilated) & started staring at the clock waiting for the doctor to come.
At noon, asked for my last dose of Stadol for pain. A few minutes later, I guess my nurse went on her lunch break. She didn't want to check how dilated I was since Brent was so close to the bag of water and we both feared/instinctively thought he'd come fast once it was broken. Around 12:20ish I cried over the intercom thing in my room that I felt like Brent was coming out--not so much out of pain, but mostly worried that it was after 12 noon, my doctor wasn't there yet and Brent apparently didn't want to wait.
At that point, 2 new nurses came in & tried to get everything ready. They, apparently, hadn't talked to my nurse about not checking me,and did--in the process breaking the bag of waters. My nurse & doctor came in like a minute afterwards and Brent was out in 1.5 pushes--the 1st time that's happened! Guess my doctor was right about that since he was #4, he'd likely come faster. Tom says Brent's head was all out in the first push, so he's got a fairly round head.
Eating schedule is soo screwed up right now. 1st week, he bit me a lot & I lost a layer of skin(thankfully grown back now). After we came home from the hospital, where he was eating every 2-3 hours, he decided he's mostly eating every hour(sometimes less than an hour).
He is finally almost back to his birth weight. I brought him to the pediatrician's office at 3 days old--the doctor wanted to see him then to see how jaundiced he would be since I opted to leave a day early from the hospital. Brent was down to 7 lbs 9 oz. I brought him in last week, at 2 weeks old, since a lot of people kept telling me that he still looked yellow(which is TOTALLY normal for babies not on formula, I had just forgotten since Drew is 3 1/2 now). His weight was only up 3 oz since day 3--which confuses me since my non-scientific measurement on our regular scale was saying he had gained 2 lbs--and they sent us for a billirubin level check at the lab right after, and to come back in 2 days to have him weighed again.
The level was a little elevated(16.something) and since that was our baseline, we had to come back the next day, Wednesday, to get it checked again. Poor little guy--both feet ended up having to be pricked since the foot that wasn't pricked on Tuesday wasn't working out so well for the lab assistant. Luckily, or unluckily, Drew had been sick in the morning & our neighbor watched him & Ivy so I could take Brent without having to worry about when or where Drew would be throwing up next. The office called later that day and said the level was down to 15.3 and that we didn't have to re-test. Then, Thursday, when we went back to the office, Brent was up to 8 lbs 4 oz(3 oz in 2 days). They said that was really good.
Brent's been and still is quite an adjustment to our family. On average, I'm getting about 4 hours of sleep--mostly during 2 night feedings, and far from those 4 hours being in a row--if I'm lucky I get a whopping 2 hours in a row. Can't sleep during the day--construction going on(almost done, yay!) and Ivy's swimming class. Collin's back from summer school an hour after we're home and therapy(4x's per week) a couple hours after that, then time to make dinner, get kids ready for bed & do it all again. The kids love him, all want to hold him, hug him & touch him, not caring if it's time for him to sleep. Oh, and for now Tom's calling him by his middle name, Owen. That one's a long story, that lasted about 5 months.
Eating schedule is soo screwed up right now. 1st week, he bit me a lot & I lost a layer of skin(thankfully grown back now). After we came home from the hospital, where he was eating every 2-3 hours, he decided he's mostly eating every hour(sometimes less than an hour).
He is finally almost back to his birth weight. I brought him to the pediatrician's office at 3 days old--the doctor wanted to see him then to see how jaundiced he would be since I opted to leave a day early from the hospital. Brent was down to 7 lbs 9 oz. I brought him in last week, at 2 weeks old, since a lot of people kept telling me that he still looked yellow(which is TOTALLY normal for babies not on formula, I had just forgotten since Drew is 3 1/2 now). His weight was only up 3 oz since day 3--which confuses me since my non-scientific measurement on our regular scale was saying he had gained 2 lbs--and they sent us for a billirubin level check at the lab right after, and to come back in 2 days to have him weighed again.
The level was a little elevated(16.something) and since that was our baseline, we had to come back the next day, Wednesday, to get it checked again. Poor little guy--both feet ended up having to be pricked since the foot that wasn't pricked on Tuesday wasn't working out so well for the lab assistant. Luckily, or unluckily, Drew had been sick in the morning & our neighbor watched him & Ivy so I could take Brent without having to worry about when or where Drew would be throwing up next. The office called later that day and said the level was down to 15.3 and that we didn't have to re-test. Then, Thursday, when we went back to the office, Brent was up to 8 lbs 4 oz(3 oz in 2 days). They said that was really good.
Brent's been and still is quite an adjustment to our family. On average, I'm getting about 4 hours of sleep--mostly during 2 night feedings, and far from those 4 hours being in a row--if I'm lucky I get a whopping 2 hours in a row. Can't sleep during the day--construction going on(almost done, yay!) and Ivy's swimming class. Collin's back from summer school an hour after we're home and therapy(4x's per week) a couple hours after that, then time to make dinner, get kids ready for bed & do it all again. The kids love him, all want to hold him, hug him & touch him, not caring if it's time for him to sleep. Oh, and for now Tom's calling him by his middle name, Owen. That one's a long story, that lasted about 5 months.
This pic was taken 1-2 days before Brent was born. It's a reflection from outside one of the windows of the room addition. A total of 26 lbs, almost all belly.
Not sure what happened here. Maybe Tom took the pic before he thought? We were just in utter amazement at how fast Brent came out and that the doctor had barely made it in time. 
This one's at least somewhat better.
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