Monthly Archives: October 2007

A Relaxing Outing

Today my mom and siblings came over to watch Will so I could go on a relaxing outing. It was great. I got to put on some sunglasses, recline in a comfortable chair for an hour or so, was waited on hand and foot, and even got a free bag of goodies at the end.

Yes, I went to the dentist’s office. And yes, it was very relaxing.

I think this means I am officially a mom. 🙂

Any Ideas?

Do any of you experienced mommies have any tips for this newbie on how to get stains out of baby clothes? Especially the icky, yellow variety of stain? I tried the Dreft stain spray, but no-workie. Now I’m stumped. Do I just use ordinary Clorox?

Nothing’s Wrong with Randomness, Right?

OK, with life being as busy at it is these days, I’m digging this whole “random thoughts” thing for my blog. So here are some more…

•Will had a bit of a rough weekend, tummy-wise. We took our first “sick” trip to the pediatrician today, and she gave us some kiddie antacid (who knew that existed?!) to give him. We’re 2 doses in, and so far it seems to be working! The bonus part of our trip to the dr. is that Will got to be weighed. He was born at 6 lbs., 13 oz., but now – at 5 weeks – he weighs…(drumroll)….10 lbs. 2 oz.!!! He sure is our little chunker!

•I love fall (still :)).

• The other day my grandma and aunt bought me a tea set! A few days later, they brought over some good tea and hot cider recipes, along with the ingredients! I’m excited to try them out. Would anyone like to have tea with me?

•There is a song on the new Caedmon’s Call CD that I really like. It’s called “Sacred”, and it’s a prayer from the perspective of a stay-at-home mom, reminding herself that every part of her job is sacred. My favorite line is “My cup runneth over, but I worry about the stain…teach me to run to You like they run to me for every little thing”. I’ve recently been struck by the realization that there are so many parallels between the parent/baby relationship and the God/human relationship (I know, I know…simple & obvious analogy, I suppose, but the reality of it never really hit me til I had a baby of my own!). Will depends on Mark & I for everything…and Mark & I know what’s best for Will even when he doesn’t. (I love how God builds these kinds of lessons into everyday life – first marriage, now parenthood!)

• Speaking of Caedmon’s Call, I am really happy that Derek Webb rejoined them (for this CD, at least). I’m not really a fan of his solo work, but love how his voice/songs blend in with Caedmon’s.

• I have an awesome hubby. This weekend he helped me clean out/rearrange/reorganize my “music studio” area in our basement…I’m super excited about how it looks!!!

• Yesterday I alphabetized my CDs. If you know how many CDs I have, you know this was an insane task. However, the bulk of my CDs are now in order (I have yet to go through the ones in paper sleeves) and a piece of me is resting much better because of it. Why is it that my life feels somewhat more in order now that my CDs – most of which I rarely (if ever) listen to – are now alphabetized? Must be a qwirk.

• If I was to endorse one baby product, it would be the PraiseBaby series of CDs & DVDs.

• If I was to endorse two baby products, they would be the PraiseBaby series of CDs & DVDs, and the Winnie the Pooh mobile from Target. It makes my baby smile. 🙂

• Why is it that all throughout the day, all these thoughts come to mind that I can’t wait to put on the blog…but now that I’m here, they seem to have evaporated into thin air. Oh well. More later, I suppose!

To close tonight’s entry, here is a picture of Will taking his first tub-bath last night! 🙂

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Random Thoughts in Random Order…

• I love my baby boy.

• God’s grace and power to change people/situations is amazing!

• I love the fall.

• 3 weeks ago, half of my tooth fell out. Yesterday I spent a lovely morning at the dentist’s office, having a crown put in. It’s so uncomfortable sitting there in the dentist’s chair for 2 hours with your mouth wide open, especially when you just want to be home snuggling with your baby boy! It’s also not the most fun way to spend your money. But…whatchagonnado.

•  I really like the movie “The Lake House”. Check it out.

• This Sunday I will be singing on the worship team at Bloomington Baptist for the first time. Tonight was the rehearsal, and it was very comfortable and fun. Everyone there is really nice – they seem like great, Godly people, and not an ego in sight. I’m really looking forward to being a part of it.

• I’m glad “The Office” is funny again.

• I’m tired.

• I have a couple songs perkelating in my head.

• I’m not sure how to spell “perkelating”.

• I’m excited to have Mark home for the long weekend.

• I hear my baby crying…gotta go!

Tummy Time

Today I decided that I should give Will a few minutes of “tummy time” so he could practice lifting his little head up, avoid the ever-dreaded “baby-flat-head” and the like. So I laid him, tummy down, on his extra plush Pooh blanket, and…this was thimmediate result:
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He fell right to sleep. So much for tummy time. So…I grabbed my Bible, laid on the blanket next to him, and had my own little “tummy/quiet time”. It was great. 🙂

A Poem for Busy Mommies

“Oh cooking and scrubbing will wait til tomorrow

But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow

So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep;

I’m rocking my baby — babies don’t keep.”

-Author Unknown
When I was growing up, my mom had this poem sitting in a frame on a dresser in her room. It always caught my eye, and I somehow have remembered it for all these years…and now that I’m a mommy myself, it keeps popping into my brain as a great reminder of where my priorities need to be at these days. Cooking and cleaning are important of course, but the point of the poem it’s so easy to let the never-ending “to-do” list overshadow the simpler, more precious moments — like snuggling with my baby (while he’ll still snuggle!).

A Baby Story, Part II

Once we had managed to get past the two old gentlemen in the hallway, we were rushed to the PETU unit. (PETU stands for “Perinatal Evaluation somethin’-somethin’ Unit” — I can’t remember what the “T” stands for). It’s basically unit full of little curtained off rooms where pregnant women are evaluated to determine if they are in labor and, if so, how far it has progressed. The nurse quickly wheeled me into the unit, and by this time I was a little panicky. No one had taken the time to explain to us why we were being rushed so quickly – I had no idea if they were worried that something was wrong, if they thought the baby was going to be born right then and there, or if there were any other concerns. Let’s just say I was not exactly “in control” of my contractions at this point! Finally, I was in the PETU unit. For me this was, by far, the most uncomfortable portion of the entire labor ordeal. The nurse evaluated me, and determined I was 6 cm dilated. Whoa. Aside from this, I don’t remember much except for pain…pain…asking if it was too late for an epidural…and more pain. Oh yes, I also remember a couple of small vignettes…

At one point, the nurse left our little curtained-off area, and while she was gone I was hit by a doozy of a contraction. When she returned, I thought I should inform her of the fact, so I said “I just had a REALLY bad contraction,” to which she replied dryly “I know. I heard it.”. Um…oops.

The other little vignette I recall occured when my dear sweet husband was kneeling at my bedside, holding my hand and comforting me in my moment of need. I asked him to “breathe with me” during a contraction — and then I told him he had banana breath and asked him to kindly retrieve a piece of Trident from my purse, to which he obliged. Yes, I really did this.

Anyway, it was determined that it was NOT too late for me to receive an epidural (insert the “Hallelujah Chorus”), but I was then told that before the anesthesia could be administered, they would need to give me an IV…and that the bag would need to be emptied first. So the needle was inserted into my arm, and we began watching…

drip…drip…drip…

At some point in the midst of all this, I was loaded up into another wheelchair and we bid a not-so-fond farewell to the PETU, as I was wheeled to the delivery room. I remember, passing by the hospital bassinet that was set up in the entryway, already stocked with a tiny little baby cap that I knew was intended for Will to wear. I pointed it out to Mark, then reached out and lovingly patted it…things were starting to feel very real!

Meanwhile, the IV continued to drip…drip…drip. Finally, the bag was emptied, and the anesthesiologist was on his way to administer the epidural! Yahoo!

Now, in retrospect (and from what my husband tells me), I think the anesthesiologist was really a pretty nice guy. However, through the eyes of this woman in labor, he was very much…well, the stereotype of what a guy is like. For example, as he was administering the epidural in my back, he felt the need to casually ask “Say, did you ever know that you have a slight curvature of the spine?” (as if I cared at that moment). Another example was when I informed him that I was having quite a painful contraction, to which he replied “Yep, you’ll have a few of those while I’m working here.”. Grrrrr….

All that being said, however, he did end up being my hero, because for me, the epidural was the turning point of my labor experience. At almost the snap of a finger, I went from crying from the most horrendous pain I’d experienced in my entire life to snoozing, laughing, and almost giddily suggesting that I take pictures of Mark as we were waiting for the baby to come. Of course, my legs were so numb they felt like logs…but for me it was worth it!

Because of the epidural, the next several hours consisted of not much more than dozing and anticipating the coming arrival of our son. It was delightful yet a bit scary (I still felt a bit of fear about what the actual birth would be like!). The midwife came in the room a few times to check on me, and repeatedly told me that my job for the morning was to get as much rest as I possibly could to prepare forWill’s arrival.

Finally, around noon, it was decided that it was time to push! So push I did. I won’t describe much of that process here :), but I will say that it left me so grateful for my amazing supportive husband, and that the end result of it all was SO worth it!

Will Benjamin Wallace came screaming into the world at 1:57 pm, healthy and gorgeous. He was 6 lbs. 13 oz and 20.5 inches long. I will never forget the moment when they placed the beautiful, tiny, screaming, slimy, delightful boy on my belly! The emotions that rushed through both myself and Mark are almost indescribable. I just couldn’t believe that Will was finally here…and that there really was a baby living inside of me for all those months!

They immediately placed Will in my arms where I held him for what felt like the longest, best time. Finally, Mark got to hold him, too…our beautiful little miracle. 🙂

We stayed at the hospital for another 2 days, and it was wonderful. It was sort of like being in a luxury hotel where you are waited on hand & foot…except you are in quite a bit of pain and random people keep coming in to the room to check your vitals and such. There are a lot of fun memories from those 2 days, too…family visits, the odd/annoying hospital photographer, the wonderful nurse who was so kind and answered so many questions (Lisa), the crazy awful nurse (can’t remember her name, but her signature move was bursting into the room without knocking, and then frantically performing whatever task(s) she was there to do)…the sweet high school girl was volunteering at the hospital and kindly offered to bring us snacks & beverages…

Finally, on Sunday morning it was time for us to go home. This was the scariest part of it all — it made the fact that Will was really ours seem very real — but we made it home and, with the strength of God and the generous help of our families, we have had a wonderful couple of weeks so far. Will is doing great, and changing every day…I can’t believe how much he has already grown! He is truly the joy of our lives and I can’t even picture life without him! He has completely turned our world upside down, but in a wonderful way that we praise the Lord for.

And that’s my story. 🙂