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12/21: six months
19 lbs 2 oz (60th percentile) and 27.5 inches (75th percentile). Can sit, crawl, and stand while holding on with one hand. He can feed himself. And him's about to pop out the first tooth, FINALLY.Nathan thinks he is Homestar Runner ("Pom-Pom! Santa! I think I swallowed a bug! The good times are ooovverrwwww").
Family is trickling in for Xmas starting tomorrow. Let the baby-passing commence.
11/20: Brag time
At 5.5 months Bwam is pulling up to a sit (and staying there) all by himself. And he's learning to drag himself everywhere. The days of having two mobile rugrats have begun!10/22: I just wanna say...
.. that I bought size 6 pants today. You never could have told me that would happen 42 pounds and four sizes ago. Whee!10/12: 4-month update
17 lbs 5 oz, and 26 inches long. 95th percentile on both height and length. Good lawd.And since he's throwing himself at our food and wailing when we don't feed him, Dr. M said we could give the poor kid a little somethin.'
09/20: Morning musing
This morning we're sitting at breakfast and I wonder out loud why on Earth the people who made Bram's jumper put real pockets on it. "Nathan," I ask, "What in the world would Bram put in these pockets?"His reply: "How about a screwdriver?"
08/15: 2 years, 2 months
Nathan: 29.1 lbs, 35.5 inches. Can start up and play Super Mario Sunshine all by himself.Bwam: 14 lbs 14 oz, 24.5 inches. Fits quite snugly in his 6-9 month clothes and is now large and fluffy enough to use as a pillow.
07/08: One-month checkup
12 lbs even, 23". He's gone from 50th percentile at birth to 90th. Go breastmilk! He smiles and swats at me, especially when he's hungry.Nathan's latest milestone: pretending. He's starting to make up things to tell Daddy we did that day, even though it's not remotely possible that we picked up Nana at the airport and played on the escalators.
06/08: Naptime
They're napping at the same time!So we've been home for a week and it's overall been very peaceful. I'm off the narcotics, so starting to feel a little post-partum, but it's so much better than last time. I don't wonder about what to do with this tiny creature I've been blessed with since I've done it before. I really, really love not trying to do anything my baby doesn't want to do just because some expert with no kids says I should.
Birth was fabulous. I would do the repeat c-section a hundred times over. We got to the hospital at about 5:15 and I was gowned and put on the monitor. Turns out I was having contractions every four minutes. Ha! Over the next two hours a nurse with the personality of a mannequin prepped me for surgery. The anesthesiologist (who, thankfully, was a real doctor) came in to talk to me and made the spinal sound more like a birthday party than, oh, a giant needle and thread in your back. Then my surgery nurse came on.. I wish I could remember her name, because she was the best nurse anyone could ever have. Not everyone needs the I'm-your-best-friend-after-30-seconds style, but when you're about to have a baby surgically extracted from your womb, it's wonderfully reassuring. We rolled into the OR which for some reason is kept at 30 below at all times. Nurse Wonderful talked me through the spinal, which was nothing, and they laid me on the table as Dr. G came in. I just have to say that one of the absolute best things about this birth was the atmosphere.. last time everything was so rushed and serious, and it was so late at night and I was tired and frantic from laboring all day. This time everyone wanted to be there and well, it was just kind of slow and jolly. We all chatted about the baby's name ("Oh, you mean like Stoker?") while I was getting cut open. I had requested that the curtain be lowered so I could see baby come out but I was not prepared for what I saw! They lowered the curtain before Dr. G even started pulling the baby out, so I saw his birth from start to finish in the mirror on the ceiling. Not to be corny or trite, but I really felt like I had witnessed my own miracle, and I just lost it. In the middle of my blubbering Dr G. stuck baby right in my face, cord and all, covered in amniotic muck, and I got the first kiss! They cleaned him up in a hurry and Jeff held him right next to my head the entire time I was getting stitched up. My hands were free, so I got to cradle his little head and give lots of kisses. My arms were not shaky this time so I held him as we were wheeled to the recovery room. After we got back to the room they weighed him and got his vitals (quickly, because of Nurse Wonderful-- she knew how badly I wanted to nurse) and we got to nurse within the hour after his birth.
I was a big pain the rest of the time I was there. I made them do everything in my room--weight, vitals, even the PKU test. But my milk was in after 40 hours so it was worth a couple of the looks I got. They did some follow-up bloodwork to make sure I didn't have major blood loss this time and everything turned out fine. Oh, and no jaundice this time either!
Nathan did not do well with the hospital experience. He was great at home but refused to acknowledge me most of the time I was there. Naturally I was in a hurry to get home! Since everything had gone so smoothly and neither of us had any complications, they discharged us after 48 hours. They pulled the epidural pump and I was gone! Once we got home Nathan couldn't get enough of me or his baby brother. (WHEW.) He hugs, he kisses, he holds Bram's little hand in the car.. I hope it lasts... The cutest thing so far is the time Bram woke up sneezing in the Amby. Nathan peered in and said "Bwess you, Bwam, in the hammock!"
Recovery has been very smooth and I've had very little pain. You don't believe it when they say a c-section is so much easier when it's planned, but holy crap.. The difference is amazing. I never even had to walk hunched over this time. And I can run after my toddler across the house!
I am so thankful for my two precious, healthy babies!
05/16: We're having a baby!
Tuesday, May 30th is the scheduled day. Nathan continues to ignore any talk about a baby brother.03/24: One head?
Today Nathan pointed to my forehead. "Ah dis?" ("What is this?") Honey, that's Mommy's forehead.Pause. "Two head?"