The Birth of Henry Miller Clark

My newest little man was born last Saturday, June 15th, 12 days overdue and following over a week of false labor and 4 months of gradually building contractions.  Basically, tons of fake-outs and thinking I was in pre-term labor...then on-time labor...then late labor...and then FINALLY I actually WAS in labor, less than 2 days shy of a scheduled induction.

The evening of Friday the 14th, contractions were steady at 3-5 minutes apart for 4 hours.  We called the midwife and she said we could come in if we wanted...but since the pain was still bearable (it didn't seem intense enough to me) we decided to wait, pack our hospital bags and try to sleep, thinking we would be woken up in the night.

Instead, we slept until morning.  I was disappointed to wake up the next morning, feeling nothing (after alllllll those contractions!!).  But shortly after getting up, contractions and other labor things started happening (I'm keeping this the non-TMI version).  We walked on the greenway, since walking always made contractions pick up for me, and I was totally that hugely pregnant girl walking, and stopping for contractions, making bystanders really nervous.  OH, because after 3 weeks of not being able to walk due to back pain, at around 41 weeks pregnant, something changed and I could walk again.  What a blessing.  We made a quick Trader Joe's stop and went home to see if things would keep going after the walk.  They did- contractions quickly brought me to the level of tears and that's when I knew it was really happening.  We showered, ate lunch, packed up again and put Arthur down for nap with extra kisses and snuggles.  We didn't tell him anything, of course. Then we watched an Arrested Development (didn't pay any attention to it) as I bounced on the yoga ball and timed contractions...again.

And within an hour, I knew it was time!  Steph came over to stay with Arthur (she's a champ) and we headed peacefully to the hospital!  It wasn't the dramatic car ride that I had anticipated.  We checked in at 3:00 and to my dismay, I was only dilated to 3 cm- the same as I had been the day before when midwife Hallie swept my membranes and things got crazy.  It was discouraging- after allllllllll those contractions.  Lindsey was the midwife on duty and she instructed us to walk the halls fast for an hour, so we did!  And it worked- after that I was 5 cm.  After some deliberation, I let her break my water...this baby needed to come out.  That was at 5:00pm.  As with Arthur, once the waters were broken, things got out of control really fast.  I mean PAINFUL.  I began shaking violently and the pain was honestly more than I had ever imagined possible.  I requested an epidural pretty quickly, but it only kicked in on one LEG...and at 6:15 I was fully dilated!!  I accidentally experienced an unmedicated labor and transition.

I tried a practice push and it hurt like all heck.  Oh, I am no super-birthing mom.  I was screaming, crying, shaking, gagging, cussing (well, I cussed once, which is a lot for me).  Wailing like a newborn baby.  Begging for the epidural to kick in...once the technician adjusted it, I demanded we wait til it kick in before more pushing.  So finally at 7:15 things had calmed down enough where I was ready to try pushing again.  With Arthur it took 1 hr 45 min to push him out.  With Henry- 15 minutes!!! Hooray!  It's an amazing moment to see your baby for the first time.  So surreal and awesome!  I will be forever grateful at how quickly he finally came out, and forever Henry Clark's biggest fan :)

Happy Father's Day!

The brothers like each other so far

The best kind of nap

Pain & Weakness. AKA, I'm in a weird place.

This weird place I'm in should be a distant memory in a few short weeks.  I want to remember it.

...I rode on the motorized scooter at Costco this weekend...

It was humiliating and I did not like it.  I mean, it was a little fun to drive, but I mostly didn't like it.

This pregnancy was going great until around 24 weeks, which was when back pain and lots of Braxton Hicks contractions started...back pain continued and around 7 or so months in, crazy hip pain started happening at night when I'd try to sleep.  The crazy hip pain would finally subside in the afternoon, then would come back every night.

Then crazy hip pain finally subsided around 8 months, (while back pain continued all throughout) ....then a little over 3 weeks ago, something happened and my lower back just peaced out- see ya!  Since then, it's been excruciating lower back pain with every step I take.  I hobble like the Old Hag in Snow White.  I groan and grunt getting out of bed.  And I also have intense nerve pain where baby's head is nestled.  It feels like being stabbed with a knife on my insides and makes me scream into my pillow.  I had that w/ Arthur too, but I never had the lower back pain and trouble walking like I'm having now, and the combo of both is just a lot of really intense pain, all the time.

I feel like a different person!  The past 3 weeks, I can't go out alone with Arthur- can't lift him into a shopping cart, can't walk a single step without pain, let alone through a parking lot and/or store, library, gym, park... or any of our usual destinations!

Being in a lot of pain is interesting.  I feel vulnerable (hobbling across the street while cars are waiting for me is the worst).  I feel helpless, because I kind of am helpless.  I'm embarrassed and I'm frustrated because I can't do what I want to do!  It's hard not to feel like I'm being judged, or not to judge myself even!  I sometimes feel like maybe I'm lazy, or I did something stupid or wrong this time around to end up like this.  I mean, I walked fine the whole time I was pregnant with Arthur, so why can't I this time around?  I don't understand.

My midwife and chiropractor, both of whom I see weekly now, have both advised that the only way to end this pain is to have the baby.

And my pain is for the most joyful reason- a new son that I prayed for and really want!!  What about the elderly, or people with diseases and conditions that don't give much physical hope?  Or people born with a disability who never had a chance to experience the independence I've enjoyed my whole life up til recently.  It's not fair; and it's also not fair that many people pray for babies and don't get to have them.  I'm thinking about these things a lot and I just hope to carry more compassion, grace and patience for people who hurt like this.  I now know what it's like to feel like you're in the way in the world, hobbling across the street, grimacing as you try to move faster so the politely waiting drivers can proceed.  Or walking alongside someone, trying to play it cool and keep up with their pace, knowing you will pay for it later.

So this weekend, it was time for our monthly Costco trip, and honestly I'm sick of being cooped up in the house, so I went, forced myself to swallow my pride and rode that scooter that you see old people riding.  And gained a bit of new perspective.

(Fortunately we didn't see anyone we know.)

This time around

Today I wanted to document some things about this pregnancy.  Compared to last time, I have not documented this pregnancy much at all!  I take pictures occasionally, but I never post them and looking back I never know what week they are from.  I wish I were better about that.

Not a lot of weird cravings this time, just a few pickle incidents.  Navel oranges and various types of granola with milk have been my biggest cravings.  Most nights at 9pm, it's granola time.  And I usually just want lots of fresh produce!

I actually haven't many baby related pregnancy dreams! I think only one dream, where the baby was growing in a closet instead of my womb and we would open the door to check on it. That was weird.

I was feeling pretty good until around 24 weeks, then I had a real rough patch- lots of contractions and back pain, where I really thought I was having pre-term labor.  I then decided I needed to chill, rest more and stop lifting heavy stuff.  Once I adjusted my lifestyle and expectations, it got better.  It stinks realizing you have limits when you are used to being free, strong and independent.

For weeks it's been driving me crazy that I/we can't decide on a name.

Some days I feel confident about labor and delivery, and some days I'm pretty scared!  I've never gone into labor at home, having been induced last time, so I don't know what that will be like.  I also have a (possibly naive) hope that he will come a smidge early- just a week or 2.  It's either mother's intuition, or I'm delusional; time will tell.

This is what it looks like to be pregnant & have a toddler.  Plenty of time on the couch, with said toddler doing acrobats all over and around me.  Maybe a minute or 2 of snuggles now and then.

Being 7 months preg with Babe #2 is really different than with #1.

Know I know some things that maybe I'd heard the first time around, but couldn't really understand/believe until I'd experienced them.
For example:
1.  Now I know that I can physically do it...birth a baby.
2.  I know that I will fall helplessly in love with my baby
3.  I know that an epidural can be a really wonderful thing

When I was 7 months preg with Arthur, I was getting more and more nervous and concerned because The Day was getting closer.  I had no idea IF and HOW I would survive birth and motherhood.  Early in Arthur's pregnancy, I found comfort knowing that having the baby was still far away, and was even weirdly relieved when he was late being born, because I could put the pain off a little longer...  But this time around, I feel relieved that the end is getting near.  I'm excited to meet this new little wonder, and for Arthur to be a big brother, and to see how he is like alike and different from the rest of the family!

I know there will be pain when he's born, but just for a relatively short time and it will get better.

We have already adjusted to the parenting lifestyle, so that won't be a big deal.  I now know that everything doesn't have to be perfect (& I don't have to know everything) before he is born.  There is time later, and we will have to adjust with each phase anyway.

Also this pregnancy has been physically more difficult.  I have plans to take placenta pills after the baby is born (I know, gross) and cut back on sugar and I have a hope that in a few short months I will be feeling awesome.

Everything is different this time around.  We are in a home that's better suited for us, in a better financial place, both of our jobs are better (I was working full time when pregnant w/ Arthur; now I work part time from my home. Stuart didn't have a job when Arthur was born. It was scary.)  Right now we have a significant amount LESS stress in our lives than we did 2 years ago.  We are surrounded by wonderful people and family.  And I'd venture to say we've grown a little bit older and wiser.

2 more months.

1.333 yrs old

Snacking at the table like a big guy.

We had an exciting breakthrough this week.

We joined the Y! That is exciting, but it's not the aforementioned breakthrough. For the first 3 weeks, Arthur freaked out every time I took him to the childcare room. Full blown separation anxiety. It broke my heart, and I'm pretty sure he was traumatized. I was traumatized, since I'd surely never be able to leave him and therefore never do anything fun, ever. I didn't help that after week 1, I also took him to another childcare at a church, where he GOT BIT by another little guy as soon as we walked in. It broke the skin, and 2.5 weeks later, there is a scar where the scab fell off. Trauma.

Every day at the Y, he cried, and every day the ladies working there told me to keep trying.

This week, after probably 9 tearful visits, we had our breakthrough! The worker even took a picture to prove it to me. And on successful day #2 (today), she came and found me 5 minutes after I dropped him off to let me know he was already playing happily. When I picked him up (after a long, great workout!) he was just walking around the room looking for stuff to get into. So, he will get more social, and I will get more fit!! 2 big triumphs for my little family. Stuart is already fit- he ran 5 miles this morning-so he is all set; I'm just catching up.

Midwood Park on Stuart's birthday!

One

My busy, curious, funny, handsome, smart little guy.  This week you will be 1!!!

You have so many new tricks!  Even though you are not saying many words, you know what I'm saying.  If I say, "It's bath time!" you'll crawl straight to the tub.  If I ask if you're ready for nap and to snuggle with your lovey, you'll giggle in response.  You try to say "breakfast" after I do and I love seeing what it sounds like each morning- usually something like "juh juh."  You'll get it soon!


You're a great eater.  You love your mom and dad.  We like to make you crack up by munching on your ribs- your dad is really good at that.  We also try to make you snuggle with us, but you're not always down.

You LOVE books!  You finally decided you could sit still and listen to us read.  You'll lean back onto me, point to things on the pages for me to tell you what they are, and you're great at turning the pages.

Several times a day you'll pick out a book and bring it to me for me to read you.  We read your books to you over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.



You LOVE your monkey lovey.  It's like a sleep drug.  If you find him on the floor, you'll lay down and snuggle right there.  The only time you suck your thumb is when you have monkey- monkey and your thumb go hand in hand.  After nap, you throw all your snuggly friends, and now your socks too if you're wearing them, down onto the floor.  You think it's really funny.  You love it if we throw them back into the crib so you can throw them out again- it's a great game that makes you squeal with delight.

I thought it would be fun to Facetime you the other day while we were apart.  Bad idea.  Turns out it's better if you forget about me when I'm gone :)

You always have something in your hands and mouth.  You found a box of markers and carried a few with you at all times for awhile...until we decided it was too dangerous and hid them.  Can't risk a top coming off and how fun that would be to you.  Sorry.

You love to climb the stairs, especially when I'm chasing after you to get you to come down.  You love how noisy it is when your hands slap each stair, and that's why you'll bring some loud plastic toy along for extra effect to bang against each hardwood step.  You usually babble loudly too while climbing...or crawling, or pushing your walker.  You're actually loud almost always, except when we're on a walk.

You started clapping your hands in the car on my birthday.  Thank you for that.  You clap a lot, wave bye bye, and recently you've started pointing to everything, which is so cute and funny.  When I go into your room after a nap, you lean your whole body towards your tiny index finger pointing at me.   You say "dee" ("see") when you're pointing at things.  You're so close to saying so many things.

Whenever you hear a bird, dog, train, car, or any other interesting noise, you freeze and look at me for explanation.  I love teaching you about all the interesting noises we hear.  You are so smart!

You give me lots of hugs, and when I say "Arthur, can I have a kiss?" you will lean your sweet little cheek towards my lips!

You will be walking soon- your current record of steps taken alone before falling is 7.  You often will grab my finger and walk around, occasionally looking up and examining my hand to find a better finger to grasp.  You love wooing strangers at the store and seeing friends.  You like to Skype with the family.  You like testing out your voice in places with interesting acoustics, like a public restroom, a tunnel under a road on the greenway, or a parking deck.  You'll yell louder and louder and smile as you listen to the echo.  Real neat, son.

You are a ball of energy, and a bit mischievous already.  You are buckets of fun and I'm pumped about this next year with ya!  Can't wait for that blonde hair to keep coming in.

8 months + 3 weeks

 Here what Arthur's been up to lately:

Climbing on me like a jungle gym

Eating a bunch, and looking so big

We discovered that the washing machine is awesomely entertaining in so many ways!

A nice fresh bump on the forehead from crawling into a sharp corner.  But still happy to be in the bath!

Had a few sickly days, which included lots of sweet cuddles, and also lots of tears, snot, and drool.  A few anti-nap protests.  I've felt like a walking Kleenex...and I've been changing shirts a lot...because he cries into my shoulders and it's just really messy, but oh so tender.

Pulling up, all day long!  Little tiny hairs on head.

Got dedicated at church!

Loves chicken!

He went from refusing any solid foods, to eating big (for a baby) chunks of grown up food within about 2 weeks.  Crazy!  At first I was so scared to feed him big food, but he's caught on so fast that it just feels natural.

Peek!

Learned how to turn on the faucet! Ruh roh.

Cutest trick of the week is WAVING!  He does it a bunch- when we put him to bed 2 nights ago, he smiled up at us and waved good bye!  PRECIOUS! He also waves when he wants something, like food.



The second video just shows his crawling, climbing, noises and sweetness in PJ's.