Wednesday, April 29, 2009


We are so excited to introduce Lucy Elaine! She arrived at 8:14 pm on her due date, April 25th, weighing in at 8 lbs 5 oz and 20.5 inches long.

Right after her first bath

Cuddling with Mom

Catching some rays by the window

We wanted to post earlier, but things have been a bit hectic. As you may have noticed from her pictures, Lucy has some jaundice. We have her on a bili-blanket at home, and have been trying our hardest to fill her up with milk and formula to help the elimination process. Despite this, Lucy has been a joy, and we are so in love!

I have lots to write about the whole birth day, and everything that has gone on since then, but it will have to wait as it's time to take Lucy to the doctor's office. I'll check back in soon!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Nearly There

We're here. And the baby's not. Just tired and busy, frantically trying to tie up loose ends at work and tackle some of the dirt/dust/grime in the house that absolutely HAS to be eradicated before any sane person brings a new baby into a house. Or, since the baby will barely be able to see and will simply be moved from one plastic baby apparatus to another, pausing frequently to eat at the boob restaurant, and won't care at all about the amount of dust in the house, one could argue that the cleaning MUST be done before one's mom arrives for a two week stay. My mom, that is.

So, yes, we have been keeping very busy. And the baby has been cooperative so far - it's not here yet (good, since we really would prefer to wait until my mom comes to town), and aside from some exhaustion and occasional moments of complete breathlessness, I've been feeling pretty good. Not for lack of M. trying to treat me like an invalid, however. He's starting to get paranoid that every little noise I make (and there are a lot of them, when you're this pregnant) is a sign of impending labor. He's also trying to prevent me from doing anything that might "put me into labor." Like, you know, putting on my own socks.

I've felt prepared, in a material sense, for this baby for several months. The crib has been set up, the clothes have been washed, the hospital packing list has been printed out, the car seat bases have been installed... all for some time now. But the reality that we are about to add a new member to our family, and that we will be embarking on the newborn days of exhaustion once again, has NOT set in. Ditto for labor - it's hard to imagine that I'm going to be going through that whole hazy, painful, long, wonderful but awful process shortly. I guess I am not feeling very prepared in a mental sense. Here's hoping I get there in the next few days!

Here's the latest picture of my girth - it is practically demanding its own zip code at this point. This was taken yesterday, at 39 weeks.

As I type this, the baby is wiggling around, perhaps letting me know that it is quite content exactly where it is. It must come out, sooner or later, of course, and we'll be sure to put some pictures up when it does. Then I can start using a pronoun other than "it" - something I'm very much looking forward to!

Monday, April 6, 2009

Thanks, Mom!

32 years ago today, you got some relief from the 55-inch abdomen you were sporting as the germination center for a set of triplets. Just the thought of it makes me feel a bit silly about all the complaining I've done about my discomfort with this pregnancy.

In case I don't tell you enough (I don't), I really, really appreciate everything you went through to bring us in to this world, and the wonderful way you somehow managed to keep your sanity and make life fun while raising us. I know it wasn't easy!

I was thinking of you at 6:51 this morning.


PS - Happy Birthday, Stacey and Kristin!

PPS - That's not me with Mom, that's Finn when he was about 3 weeks old. Looking young for a Grammy, no? :-)

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

All Quiet on the Baby Front

Good news all around - Finn's little brother or sister appears to be head down, and there is no sign of any dilation yet. Thank goodness, because this baby needs to wait until at least April 23rd to get moving. That's when my mom is coming to town and can stay with Finn while we're at the hospital. So far, so good. I have noticed a few Braxton Hicks contractions lately, but I guess they haven't been very effective yet. OK by me! I'm sure I will be singing a different tune soon enough, of course, and will be desperate for some sign, ANY sign that the baby plans of leaving my body once Mom arrives.

Now I just need to get that burst of nesting energy that will motivate me to clean my house from top to bottom. Hmm, those urges have been noticeably absent...