Sophie was blessed by Dave this past Sunday at church. It was a gorgeous sunny day and Sophie looked so beautiful in her dress made by my mom and sister. At the blessing we had Dave's parents and sister Elizabeth, who flew in in from Texas, as well as my mom, my sister Natalie and her fiance Brodie, my grandma Mimi, and Sophie's cousins Anne and Will.
I am still waiting to get a lot of pictures from family, but here are a few from my camera:
Enjoying her binky for a moment before I had to take it away for more pictures
It was my turn to wish you happy birthday at 5:00 today, and I was so excited that my diaper exploded!! While mommy and daddy were trying to clean it up, I got even more excited and spit up all over my clothes and hair. Silly me. Even though I was a big mess, I still wanted to call, but daddy wouldn't listen. I shrieked at him in protest, but instead he whisked me away to the tub so fast I didn't even get to take my socks off. Phooey.
Anyways, now that I am warm, clean, and dry - HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you had a wonderful day. I am excited you are coming to visit and can't wait to meet you.
It's hard to believe a month has already gone by! Sophie is thriving and I have survived 31 days of never sleeping more than 4 hours at a time. We have used almost 400 diapers and have only gone one day without doing laundry since bringing her home (I don't know how my sister has survived two kids without a washing machine). It has been fun to watch her become more aware of the world around her. We love this little girl and are so glad she is part of our family!
~ Sophie at 1 month ~
22 inches long and about 9.5 pounds
Has outgrown almost all of her newborn clothes
Is still a night owl and doesn't like to go to be before 1 am
Loves to eat and will nurse as often as I let her
Has a zero tolerance policy for wet or dirty diapers
Is a spitter - the other night she went through 4 pairs of jammies and had to have her hair washed three times
Loves her binky, although her fingers or thumb make a good alternative if the binky isn't available
I know the experts advise against sleeping in bed with your baby, but this morning we were both very tired and just needed a little more rest. I think it was the best sleep both of us have had in awhile.
After three weeks of sponge baths it was nice to finally graduate to the tub! We failed to take a picture of the milestone "first bath" but the second bath was pretty much an identical experience - same tub, same seat, same birthday suit - so hopefully she won't hold it against us later in life :)
She loves being in the water and cries as soon as we take her out
Sophie would sleep the day away if she could, but I have been making an effort to limit her daytime naps in hopes that she'll start sleeping better at night and it is starting to pay off!! Her "night" is now from about 1 am to 9 am. She will wake up 2-3 times during that period to eat, but will usually go back to sleep after. There are still times that she wakes up and stays up, but luckily that is no longer "normal" for her.
I hate waking her when she looks so peaceful, but it's worth it!
Her cat seat is especially sleep-inducing. In this picture she was out after being buckled in for only 30 seconds - I hadn't even put on my shoes yet.
Another late night/early morning blog post - we're still working on her nocturnal tendencies...
Sophie is three weeks today! Although the nights sometimes feel long, the days have gone by really fast and we are enjoying life with our little girl. It has been fun to see her grow and her personality emerge. In no particular order, here are some pictures of the first three weeks:
The first night home - she looks so tiny in this picture!
I love her big dark eyes and just wish we would see them open less at night and more in the day
She is obsessed with having something in her mouth at all times - that pacifier is a lifesaver, but we have to put it back in her mouth about 100 times a day.
After a bath - her cord stump has still not fallen out so it's just been sponge baths for out little girl, which she absolutely hates. I'm hoping we'll be able to do real baths soon.
At her first doctor's appointment. She failed her hearing test both times in the hospital nursery, which didn't worry us too much because she would startle anytime a cupboard would close or a phone would ring, but it was nice when she passed at a referral visit a week later - hooray!
Meeting "Paco" - my dad - who came for a quick visit at the end of March
Showing off the cute clothes she received from her Grandma Howe - we excited that Dave's parents will be coming for a visit at the end of this month!
She is quickly outgrowing all her newborn clothes. I tried to put this outfit, which fit last week, on her yesterday and couldn't get it to snap. It was about 2 inches too short.
I am typing this at 3 am with just one hand (Sophie is holding my other hand, which is holding the pacifier in her mouth), so please forgive any typos :)
Because Sophie was born just after midnight, that first night didn't count towards our two night hospital stay so we were there from Monday evening until Thursday morning. I actually enjoyed our stay - the food was better than expected, Dave was able to stay with me the whole time, and we had lots of visitors come to welcome Sophie.
Meeting her grandma (my mom) right after being born
Family of Three!
Meeting Aunt Nat and future Uncle Brodie - Natalie is engaged!
Meeting her great grandma (my Grandma Mimi)
Meeting her cousin Anne, who was scared of her and didn't want to come any closer unless Grandma was holding her. Also there with Anne was my sister Amy and nephew Will.
Doing homework with daddy - Dave took a day off school to stay with us
Our baby girl is nocturnal. She spends her days in a coma-like sleep, and then is wide awake at night. And we can't really complain because 1) she is cute, and 2) she isn't fussy, just very alert and wanting to be noticed.
Right now Dave and I sleep in shifts and take turns staying up with her. I'm on call from 10 pm to around 2 am, then Dave gets up from 2 to 5, and then I get up again from 5 to 8. If we're lucky, she will sleep for a hour during one of our shifts so we can get some rest too, but that normally doesn't happen.
Dave and I are both getting very good at napping on the couch and very familiar with late night TV. In case you were wondering, there is nothing worthwhile on at 4 am unless you like paid programming.
I am hoping she will slowly adopt a more "normal" sleep pattern over the next few weeks, otherwise I might have to start cooking, showering, doing laundry, and going grocery shopping in the middle of the night, and then sleeping in the day because her current schedule makes me t....i....r....e....d.
Sophie on the couch next to me while I blog at 2 am
I started writing this on the 25th, one week after Sophie arrived and the day I was scheduled to be induced. Obviously I didn’t make much progress because it’s not getting posted until now. I've always had an aversion to writing, which is why my journal for the past 10 years only has about 5 entries, but this is something I wanted to record because the details of Sophie’s arrival are already starting to fade. So here I go….
This is rather long, so scroll down if you’d rather just see the pictures :)
On Sunday I was one day past due with no signs that labor would start anytime soon – no cramping, bleeding, contractions, nothing. I was a little discouraged and went to bed ready to face another week. At 4:30am I suddenly woke up with painful cramping. It wasn’t horrible, but bad enough that I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got up and started debating whether or not I should go into work. I had a doctor appointment that afternoon at 1:00, so in the end I decided that I would rather spend the morning working where my mind would be on other things, than sitting at home doing nothing.
When Dave woke up, I told him how I was feeling. I also told him that he should probably drive to campus instead of taking TRAX, just in case. He left for school, and then my mom dropped me at work before going to see my sister in Provo. I had my hospital bag in the car, and told her to keep her phone close so she could pick me up if something changed.
Well, nothing changed. I worked until it was time for my doctor appointment. For the past three weeks I had been 80-90% effaced, but only dilated to a 1. Each week my doctor would tell me no significant change, I probably wouldn’t deliver that week, and that he would see me next Monday. Today I got slightly better news – I was dilated to a 2.5 – progress, but still a ways to go. He asked if I wanted my membranes stripped, and I gritted my teeth and said yes.
I left my appointment in pain, but with the hope that something had started. When I got home the pain was building instead of fading. I decided to take a bath. While I was in the bath I was watching the clock and realized that the pain was coming in waves every 4-5 minutes. These were contractions! I stayed in the bath for about an hour and then got out and told my mom that I thought labor had started.
This is where I have to make a confession. Mom, you asked me how far apart they were coming, and I lied. I wasn’t ready to go to the hospital yet, but didn’t want you to panic, so I lied and only told you about every other contraction. They were not coming 7 minutes apart – more like 4. I’m sorry I wasn't honest, but if I had told you the truth you would have made me go to the hospital right away instead of making dinner, and the grilled cheese sandwiches you made got me through the night :)
Right after dinner we texted Dave, who was still in class, and told him we were leaving for the hospital. When we got to the hospital around 5:00pm the contractions were coming every 3 minutes. I skipped check in and headed straight up to labor and delivery. A nurse took me to a room for observation and told me I was only at a 3. I was so afraid they would send me back home. I was in a lot of pain and didn’t know how I would survive a night at home if this was not the real thing.
The nurse told me that they would have me stay for now and check me again in an hour to see if anything changed. Unfortunately an hour later was during shift change and no one came back to my room until 6:30. That was a hard 90 minutes to wait and I was not a very happy camper. Luckily Dave arrived during that time, and I was glad to have him there. When I was finally checked again, I had progressed to a 4.5 and they took me to the delivery room – hooray!!
By now the contractions were less than 2 minutes apart and practically coming on top of each other. Dave was being very supportive, but I was not handling the pain very well. When my nurse asked if I wanted an epidural I said YES, but the anesthesiologist was in the OR. She got me some other pain medication that helped take the edge off, but I was starting to get really shaky and was afraid that they wouldn’t be able to do the epidural because I literally could not hold still for more than 2 seconds.
The anesthesiologist arrived around 8:30pm, did the epidural, and by 9:00 I was in heaven. I literally could not feel anything. I was sooo happy. Now that I was comfortable, I realized I was hungry (thank goodness I had at least eaten that grilled cheese), so Dave brought me juice, a popsicle, and jello.
Now things were staring to happen really fast. My nurse checked me again and I was at a 6. When my doctor came in 20 minutes later I was at an 8. By 10:00 I was at a 9, and by 11:00 I was fully dilated and ready to push! My doctor was also helping with another delivery down the hall. He called the other room, and it was decided that I was moving faster so the other mom-to-be should stop pushing because he was going to stay with me until I delivered. I am sorry other mom that I cut in line – I hope you didn’t have to wait too long.
Pushing while numb was an interesting experience. My epidural worked so well, I could not feel anything, not even pressure. The only way I knew I was having contractions was by watching the monitor. I just followed the instructions of my doctor, who said I was doing good, and after less than an hour of pushing Sophie arrived!
She was so beautiful. I thought I would cry, but I didn’t. The first comment from the doctor was that she was big! Throughout my pregnancy I had been told that she was measuring small and the doctor had estimated that she would be around 7 to 7.5 pounds. She surprised us all by weighing in at 8 pounds 2 ounces. What a chunk!
After she had been weighed, measured, and cleaned, I got to hold her. She was so perfect and she was mine! I had been thinking about and waiting for this moment for years. I am a mom! Dave is a dad! We are so excited to be parents and are looking forward to this adventure.