Winston looked just like Birdie did when she was a baby, up until about a week ago. Now he's his own little person. He's 7 weeks old, and Birdie was 5 in her picture. But, I remembered that I had a similar picture of her, so I thought I'd show a comparison.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The weather has been so incredible every late afternoon, so we're usually outside the whole time. We went in the backyard on Saturday to get a few cute-naked-baby shots of Winston. (Want newborn pictures for your own little one? Click here for more info: Andrea Bacle Photography, The Woodlands and Spring, TX, newborn and family photographer.)
You-know-who wanted a turn. Oh, what a sweet little sleeping bird....
Just kidding! B loves to pretend to sleep.
Daddy asked her to make a silly face.
Sweet baby bum--blurred for a little modesty.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
What happened to my baby? Look at this giant kid. He's a dude already. When I look at this first picture, I think he's practically a teenager--definitely not 5 weeks old. Throw a baseball cap on him, and I swear he looks like he could go play catch. He's a little dude.
Monday, May 16, 2011
We went to a petting zoo with our mom's group last week. Birdie loved it and had such a great time. There's a video of her feeding goats on our photobucket page. I wasn't sure if she'd want to ride the horses, but she told me she wanted to, and sure enough, she loved it! We went twice. She didn't even need me to hold on to her. Such a big girl.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Birdie is getting better and better with her vocabulary and speech by the day, so I'm trying to capture the cute ways she says certain things before they're gone forever.
Winston can hold his head up much higher than this, but I thought it was so cute. After her appearance, Birdie goes back behind the camera to watch and says something.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Winston V. is now 1 month old! At his one-month check-up, he weighed in at 12 pounds, 2 ounces. He's still a pretty good sleeper, but he's still up every 2-2 1/2 hours at night. He smiles when I smile at him, and he follows me around the room when he's sitting in his chair or swing. He is so strong, it's hard to remember he's only a month. When I put him down for tummy time, he can put his head up so high it looks like he's about to start crawling. His hair is already getting lighter, so I wonder if he'll be a blondie like his sister.
We are loving life with our little man. Birdie is just crazy over him and is so stinkin' cute with him, it's just ridiculous.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
The contractions weren’t getting stronger or longer, but they were finally consistent, coming every 5 minutes around 8:00. I went to the bedroom to be by myself for a while. David and Birdie came back to check on me several times, but he kept making me laugh, so I kicked them both out and told him I was going to call Nanci to come. He was surprised that I would call her so soon, because he didn’t think I was in active labor--probably because he kept making me laugh. At 8:30, things really picked up. I labored by myself in our master bathroom for a long time. I would lean against the towel rack and rock back and forth and hum through each contraction and then pace around the room like a momma cat in between. I listened to the “labor” playlist David had made for me, but once labor got intense, the only song I specifically remember hearing, and I’m not kidding, is “I’m Coming Out,” by Diana Ross when I was pushing, and I remember giggling to myself. Seriously. How cheesy can we get? The other funny moment that happened was when I was right in the middle of it, and I could hear David quietly trying to suppress a laugh. I asked him, “What are you laughing at?” which I remember thinking that it probably came off as sounding like I was the stereotypical, ticked off woman in lator mad at her husband, but I was actually really curious and wanted to know what was funny. He started to tell me and then a contraction hit, and I yelled, “Nevermind! Nevermind. Tell me later.”
David finally came back to join me at 10, after he had finally gotten Birdie down for the night. (Yes, if she takes a nap, she stays up that late.) My water finally broke at 10:10, and my contractions started to get very painful. (I’d say 8.5 out of 10; it was 8 for Birdie.) Nanci and Diana (the back-up midwife) got there at 10:15 and started getting things set up. They filled up the tub and suggested I get in to ease the pain. I hadn’t planned on spending any time in the tub, but I thought it was worth a try. The water temperature was perfect and felt good, but it didn’t ease the pain at all. By 10:25, I was pretty anxious to get that baby out. I was having severe lower back pain with no break in between contractions. But, because I was at home, I felt completely comfortable to be as loud as I wanted to be, which helped. I was in transition and totally ready to be done. David said, “the baby’s going to be here before midnight!” I opened my eyes, looked at the clock and said, “Bull crap. He’s going to be here in 10 minutes!” I’m telling you, I wanted that baby out. And that's what I really said. I didn't even swear, although I considered it.
Around 10:45, I felt like I was ready to push. That’s the beauty of having a midwife—she never checked me, which had been painful with Birdie. I told her when I was ready to push, and then I did. I was pretty determined, so I got his head out in 2 or 3 pushes, which ended up bruising his little nose and forehead because it was so fast. I never did get out of the tub, so we ended up having a water birth, and he was born at 10:55 pm, on a Sunday night, just like his sister. We put him on my chest; he was completely quiet and had his eyes closed. David was worried, because he was so still. Nanci gave him some oxygen and was rubbing him vigorously to get him to wake up and move and cry. I was completely calm and relaxed, because I could feel him, and I knew he was just fine. I was just so happy—happy to have him and hold him in my arms. I was stroking his head and talking to him and just staring at him in amazement. It took probably a good 2 or 3 minutes for him to cry and start moving. It never even occurred to me to check to see if he was a girl or boy. Nanci finally said, “Well, what is it?” So I finally checked and saw he was a boy and looked at David and said, “We have a son.”
So, the best part is that after the baby and I were cleaned up and checked out and the midwives left, David, W, and I snuggled in bed together and went to sleep. David and I whispered to each other about everything that had just happened and how excited we were about showing him to Birdie in the morning.
So, that's it. We are now a family of 4 and feel so completely blessed and lucky. Although labor was really intense (but thankfully, pretty short), I wish I could relive that moment of holding that warm, wet baby in my arms again. I could never describe how amazing that miracle was. I have the best partner in the world, and I could never thank Nanci enough for helping me deliver Winston. It was such a great experience. And when we finally leave this house, I know that Winston’s birth will be the first thing I think about and will be sad about leaving.
Here are a few pics to go along with our birth story. This is the master bathroom that I painted about a month before the birth. I knew I'd be spending a lot of time in there, so I wanted it to be nice.
Another view of the bathroom, including the toilet closet and the towel bar that I now can't look at without thinking of being in labor.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
We have been having a great time hanging around the house and slowly getting a feel for being a little family of four. We are getting to know our sweet Winston; he is such a gentle and relaxed baby. If he does get fussy, he really responds to the "5 S's."
These are from a few days ago in the nursery, but Birdie is now in her "big girl" room in a big bed, and Winston is in the crib in the nursery. They are both doing great.