Pictures from our vacation to Siesta Key in early March
Chances are I won’t be posting much beyond pictures, but I am going to make an effort to at least do that!
Here’s a catch up for the past few months.
We can’t believe this little dude is one year old already!
I took his birthday (March 27th) off from work – Viv, Cal, and I went to Temple Isreal for a playgroup with a friend from law school and her little boy. Then dinner at Dinosaur BBQ and CAKE at home!
Saturday we held his birthday party at Twist n Flip Gymnastics. It was insane. Completely wild. But great, because we didn’t have to do a thing! The cost included party attendants, pizza, cupcakes, and decorations. We had a limit to the number of kids which made it way less overwhelming than Viv’s party two years ago.
Sunday we celebrated again at my parent’s house. Cal’s godmother “KK” made two special cakes for the day!
Happy Halloween from Baby Jon Snow and his Direwolf Ghost!
Calvin John was baptized on Sunday, May 25, 2014.
My college roommate’s son was born 26 days after Cal! They’re totally going to be BFFs (or the man equivalent of that).
B so wisely pointed out that they’re slumped leaning was foreshadowing their drunk college days!
Next plan is to head down for a visit this summer so viv and her daughter can play, the dad’s can chase the kids, and we can relax in the pool!!
This weekend was a foul weekend. Just basically awful. I was in the worst of moods all day Saturday, was even more angry and upset Sunday, and was raging against everything and everyone.
That, unfortunately, did not change yesterday morning. The Man headed in to work early for a meeting, and my patience was worn so thin. I was rushing to get Viv ready to go to my mother in law’s house, so I could catch up on work at the office (the office was closed, but nothing like a quiet day to get 10x more work done). We left the house at 8:10 or so. I’m normally so mindful of snow and ice, especially being as pregnant as I am. But yesterday, I was too irritable, too hurried, and too frustrated to take the extra few minutes to bring my bags out to the car before carrying Viv out. So with Viv in my left arm, and her diaper bag, my purse, and my lunch bag in my right arm, I walked 15 feet to my car, and BAM. I stepped off the curb, lost my footing, and my feet fell out right in front of me, my butt hit the curb, and Viv landed on my stomach. Cue immediate sobbing from both of us. Viv calmed down relatively quickly, and seemed more distressed that she was covered in snow (“nooo! nooo!” = “snow! snow!”).
After I composed myself, I got Viv and myself into the car and proceeded over to my mother in law’s house. My sister-in-law was dropping off our niece at the same time, so I let her and my mother in law know the scoop, before I headed off to my doctor’s office. I called on my way (knowing the office opened right at 8:30), and left a message telling what happened and that I was coming.
Once I arrived, i was checked in pretty quickly, then tracked down only to be told that heeey, actually you should just go to the hospital. Fun fact: any time a woman has a fall or abdominal trauma after her fetus is past the point of viability (22 Weeks), straight to labor and delivery for continuous fetal monitoring for 6 – 8 hours! The concern at that point is a placental abruption, which is when the placenta comes detached from the uterus.
I went straight to Labor and Delivery at the hospital down the street (where I delivered Viv, and where I plan to deliver this kid), and was put in a room for observation. It was very reminiscent of my trip in to deliver Viv (absent contractions, thank Goodness): gown, belly band, monitors, paperwork. Right after I was hooked up, I could tell that baby’s heartrate was super perfect and strong. I could feel him/her kicking lick crazy, even kicking the (truly fantastic) nurse when she was placing the monitors on my stomach. After a while, I saw that the monitor wasn’t showing any contractions (a very good sign).
The Man arrived shortly thereafter, and sat with me while we waited for enough data to be collected so that the doctor could give us an opinion. By 10:45 am or so, the doctor told us everything was looking perfectly fine, and that if I kept going at that rate, I would be allowed to go home around 2 pm. That’s when The Man and I were able to relax a little bit. Our spirits started rising again, and we were entertained by the alien like punching of Baby Lafe, which we could clearly see given my angle on the bed.
Let’s Make a Deal, the Price is Right, two episodes of Bones, and very scary discharge instructions later, we were on our way home, still quite stunned, but VERY grateful that no harm had been done. I’m feeling stiff today and my hips are much more achy than normal, but that’s a very small price to pay for a healthy 29 W 3D baby safe and warm on the inside.
PS I should note that BOY BOY BOY BOY BOY was running through my mind the entire time I was in the hospital. We’ll see in a couple of months whether that instinct was right!
PPS Obv that picture was taken after we knew all was well and good with the world. and while I was feeling very antsy and uncomfortable and sad about sitting in a hospital gown.