We are especially busy on something we do not want to jinx (so I can’t tell you yet).
In the meantime, enjoy a picture of my darling little guy.
I am behind on pictures (these are from his two week birthday) and things are busy because this little guy is an eating machine. To say he is remarkable is an understatement. Newborns are just so… perfect.
He is as calm as a baby can be, considering all of the growing he’s doing. I am convinced that’s the Seth in him.
And all of that curiosity…
The nights are long, but I love you anyway. A line in a song I can’t remember the name of right now because I’m tired. Not nearly as tired as Alaina, though. She hasn’t slept more than 2 hours at a time since Foster was born.
But, it’s a line that runs through my head when Foster wakes up at 3 in the morning. Wide awake and staring with those big, dark eyes. The nights are long. As I put him in the Baby Bjorn or the Sling and walk around the neighborhood with only the creaking of crickets for company. The nights are long. When he’s fussy, but doesn’t Read More…
Seth and I decided, after our 20 week ultrasound with a doctor, to stop seeing a physician and exclusively see our midwives. The doctor gave us his blessing as I was completely healthy with zero complications anticipated in Foster’s birth. Now, we are torn on whether or not that was the right decision.
With everyone telling us how awful labor is our entire lives, it’s hard to believe the experience can actually be awesome. But it can. I can now attest to that. I had been anxiously awaiting mine, scared I wouldn’t be able to handle the pain. After all, I had screamed “epidural” after about twenty minutes of labor with Benjamin, thanks in large part to the Pitocin. But still… could I handle it this time around? In my home? With no medication in sight? Our midwives assured me that my body would know exactly what to do. In fact, all I had to do was get out of the way, mentally speaking. Read More…
Here at the beginning of a life you see the funniest things.
We woke up this morning and both agreed Foster’s face had changed overnight. So, I better post before time slips away from us… here are a few of his faces right now.
The almost smile– a reflex at this point, but hey, isn’t it cute?
The just all around perfect.
Foster is as happy as can be. Easy, easy, easy so far… he practically sleeps through the night, aside from waking up to eat – but then he’s right back out again.
After a breezy 10 hour labor with zero complications, except for the fact that he managed to flip himself in the tub and was born breech, Foster Raymond Gray joined us at 6:02 pm on Monday, September 16th. He is a little miracle and we can’t even believe how lucky we are that all turned out well considering his last minute acrobatics.
A full birth story is in the works, along with some decent photographs. For now, you’ll have to settle for this view from my iPhone on Day 2.
We are madly, madly in love with him and I am on a fast road to feeling back to myself again thanks to being completely pampered by Seth…
Your lucky, lucky and deeply grateful mama -
Diaper bags are so overrated. I had one for Benjamin but ended up throwing everything in my purse. So, when I saw diaper clutches out and about I asked Seth if he could make me one in leather.
And – poof – they magically emerged from his workshop a few days later.
I have had so many questions from friends and family about the decision to have a home birth. To Seth and I, this is a natural choice as our siblings were all born at home. Having witnessed my mother giving birth to my little brother, comfortably in her own bed and then having experienced my first birth in a hospital, which was a far cry from that peaceful scene – the choice is clear for me.
However, that choice is extremely personal for every woman and I have zero judgement to anyone who wants to have a hospital birth. But, I think those choosing hospital births should educate themselves on their options. So, I wanted to share an awesome home birth video I love in hopes that you, too, may one day consider having a natural birth with the help of midwives in your own home.
NOTE: this is a tear-jerker. Always makes me cry. Read More…
10 days until our official due date…
I am hanging on by a thread in the sanity department. I just want to be back to my normal self, walking at a quick pace, off from one place to the next and wearing whatever I want. Right now, I’m lucky if I can get from my car to the office without being short of breath and I am down to about four outfits that are acceptable for public consumption.
On the bright side, I was a nesting fool before I came to this screeching halt, so, we’re as prepared as we can be for the home birth and for Foster. If you can really be prepared for either.
They will both be firsts for me– a birth at home and having a child with someone I love. I imagine both unpredictable experiences daily and feel as equally exhilarated as I do terrified. Will we ever sleep again? Will the kids adjust okay? Will Seth and I ever get time to ourselves? Yes. Yes. And, yes, I tell myself. But am I just lying to myself– did we ignore all of these obvious things when we decided to have another? Seth says all of our questions will be answered the moment we see his face. And, as always, he’s absolutely right. Knowing this is all happening for a reason and knowing that fear had no place in our decision assures me that everything will be more than fine.
Remarkable, really, how life just comes at you, like a wave.
I am a woman of few words as of late and have been extremely antisocial. I can say this- I miss you World and will be rejoining you very shortly in my skinny jeans back and with an extremely adorable baby on my hip.