This is me at 39 weeks and 4 days, the day Angus was born. I knew he was coming by the time we took this picture. I had just taken a shower and asked Chris to quickly take my 39 week picture before things got real. I am wearing my birthing necklace, made up entirely of beads given to me by some of the special supportive ladies in my life who were my natural birth champions. This picture was taken around 1:30 or 2 pm.
I was so lucky that my friend Hope had decided to come down on Saturday, following a false labor alarm and stayed with us until after Angus was born. She took amazing care of me before, during and after labor.
Iyla asking, “what Mommy do?” To which I think we replied something like, ”helping the baby come out.” She was very nonchalant about the whole thing like it was totally what she expected, like “oh, yeah, we get to see the baby soon. Cool.”
Here is as really real as it gets. This is me in cobblers pose, pushing the baby’s head out. Chris was my automatic back lift – pushing me up every time I had a contraction so that I could best leverage my body to get the baby’s head under my pelvic bone. This part of labor took about 45 minutes, but in it’s entirety I only had physically strenuous labor for about 4 hours. I attained my goal of cutting my labor by about half of the time it took with Iyla. Don’t ask me how I did it other than sheer hope.
Precious little man right after they put him on my chest.
“Baby came out?!” This is the first moment of many of complete and utter awe. Iyla is so in love with her little brother.
We are all doing great. I am too tired to be graceful with my words so I will post a proper birth story later. Needless to say the important thing to know at this point is that we are all well, Chris is on a 2 week paternity leave from school and we are just hanging out here at home in our little nest of love and hormones and casseroles. It is the most magical time of our lives. Thank you for sharing it with us! xoxo
PS: 8 lb 9.6 oz; 21″ born at 6:49 pm on February 5, 2014
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Time is going by way too fast.
Iyla has seriously perfected the boot scoot. She prefers scooting naked. What can I say?
We stayed in Asheville, NC for a few days after New Years and ended up being there right in the middle of that nasty storm, but it was so beautiful and warm in our cabin we didn’t care. This is literally the view from inside the kitchen – sitting at the table.
Iyla had fun taking “awesome” pictures with the binoculars.
It’s nice having a petit kid who can wear her 18 month winter jacket, albeit a tad short, so we didn’t have to buy anything new this year.
We made tofu spring rolls for Christmas eve. Iyla didn’t want to leave anything for Santa. She was a little apprehensive about a man coming in our house and eating our food, even if he was going to bring pink presents and balloons.
Admittedly, she felt better about the situation in the morning when she saw the bounty. She was really mostly excited about the balloons and the physical act of opening the packages.
And she was pretty stoked that Santa brought her her “own” can of cashews.
Some of our best and dearest friends moved to Nashville in December. Iyla and Amos were reunited for play today and they were so engrossed we had to cry “dragons” to get them to turn around for the camera.
We love you guys!
Yep, 37 weeks. Sure feels like a lot of baby in there.
Iyla-style family cheeeeeese.
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Sometime in September the photo card reader in our computer decided to quit working, so my pictures have been backing up. I haven’t taken a “belly shot” since 18.5 weeks, so we plan to do that tonight or tomorrow and it’ll be a fun 10 week contrast. I feel huge and I suspect there is a body dismorphia symptom that goes along with pregnancy people don’t talk about that often. There is no way that you can reconcile how huge you feel with how you actually look – so when you look in the mirror you may see a sizable sea creature, but somehow the pregnancy fairy dust make you feel all glowy and beautiful (some days). It’s a crazy game those little hormones play. And I’m ok with that because I get to wear stretchy pants to my hearts content.
Iyla had fun playing dress up with her bestie, Amos,
and riding on the scooter.
I picked my first fistful of cotton at the cotton picking festival in Harpersville, Alabama, where we celebrated Amos’ 2nd birthday.
Chris and Iyla modeled their daddy-daughter overalls.
Our little peacock finally put on her costume after Amos modeled it for her first. She had so much fun trick-or-treating and didn’t once ask to eat a piece of the candy she collected. And she collected quite a bit. It seems the cuter your costume, the more handfuls of candy you are allowed to grab. And here in Birmingham, the hosts don’t place a piece of candy in your bag, but they hold a huge bowl of candy and let you grab your own. Iyla was happy to help herself. I handed out tiny bags of mini pretzels to a few groups of trick-or-treaters and was rejected. One kid actually took the pretzels back out of his bag, told me “I don’t want that” and handed it back to me. So much for trying to be healthier. These are the kids whose parents are driving in a car slowly down the street instead of walking with their kids. I feel like a crotchety old lady saying “this is what’s wrong with our country!” but it kind of is. I sent the candy Iyla collected to work with Chris. Iyla prefers cashews anyway.
Lastly, I spent a few minutes experimenting with my new wide-angle lens at sunset next to the train tracks behind our house. Stay tuned for belly pics and my compulsory rant on gender. Yeah, in case I didn’t state it clearly earlier – we’re having a boy!!!
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Two years: Happy birthday beautiful girl. You have brought more laughter, joy and life into our worlds than I ever could have imagined. You make us smile and make us proud. You are an amazing little person.
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