Wilson’s Birthday

Leading up to Wilson’s birthday, I thought a scheduled c-section would be less stressful than the emergency c-section I had with Gus almost four years ago.

I was mistaken.

Turns out when you’ve been in active labor for several hours without an epidural, and your baby is suddenly in danger, you don’t have much time to process what’s about to happen as you roll into the OR (and then almost sleep through the whole thing from sheer exhaustion).

This time I was wide awake, over-thinking everything, and walked myself into the OR past tables of terrifying surgical tools before getting my epidural on the operating table.

The actual delivery went well, but caught me a little off guard only because a few minutes before we got started they got word another baby in L&D might be in distress and they warned me they may need to go to the other OR for an emergency delivery (Been there! I’ll wait.)

The next thing I knew: the doors opened, doctors and nurses were everywhere, someone turned on the radio (raise your hand if “Despacito” was playing when your baby was born!) and they were just talking like it was another day at the office.

“Did you see Roberta’s haircut?”
“Who has the medieval torture devices I sterilized?”
“Let’s make the first incision.”

Wait, what was that last thing you said?

No, hello. No, we’re about to get started. No husband (wearing a beard cover) sitting patiently by my side. No, ready, no set.

Just, GO.

Mike was there a few minutes later, but surgery was well underway at that point. And while I definitely didn’t feel pain, the amount of pressure I could feel was so overwhelming that it was extremely uncomfortable.

Ultimately I needed two extra doses of my epidural during surgery, and three doses of additional pain meds while they closed my incision.

Recovery has been going well, and we’ve been home for four days now. Aside from the usual newborn woes (mainly not sleeping) this time has been a lot less stressful for all of us.

I already know how to breastfeed (even though my milk didn’t come in until last night), I’m sleeping as much as I can when I can, I’m staying on top of pain meds and physically I feel really good.

The biggest difference: my mom is living with us this time, so we have an extra set of hands to help with baby and Gus. When I think about one day getting this baby fed and out the door in time to get Gus to preschool on time, it makes my eye twitch but I know we’ll get there eventually.

Wilson is a pretty good baby, and Gus LOVES him. It’s only been a few days so we’ll see how long it lasts, but he loves to help with diaper changes, he kisses him constantly, and whenever he cries, Gus sings him customized lullabies (“Rockabye Wilson” is his go-to, “Twinkle Twinkle Little Wilson” is a close second).

I genuinely still can’t believe this beautiful, healthy baby is here right now, after everything that happened in the last year. And in a few weeks, we’ll celebrate Gus’ fourth birthday as a little family of four!


Two Weeks To Go

Yesterday we had our last growth scan, and Little Brother is currently weighing in at 6 pounds and 7 ounces (the 53%, and already a full pound bigger than Gus was when he was born).

I have four NSTs to go.

39 injections left, which sounds like a lot, but I take three a day.

All the baby clothes are washed. My hospital bag is packed. I finally bought a few packs of diapers.

We finally got a 3D sneak peak of his face that doesn’t look like a deformed Halloween mask, and he’s got chubby little cheeks and his dad’s nose.

I was fully prepared to suffer through carpal tunnel and De Quervain syndrome again, and miraculously (a theme for this pregnancy in general!) it never became an issue.

The trade off though, seems to be horrendous pelvic pain, that I can only compare to, like, riding a bike with an old metal seat for eight hours a day, EVERY day.

So that’s been pleasant.

Overall, I’m feeling good, and I’m ready to have this baby.

Tiny complication? In two days my mom is flying halfway around the world for 10 days. She gets home about 60 hours before my scheduled delivery.

She’s convinced my water will break as soon as her plane takes off.

So if you need me, I’ll be sitting here (on an ice pack) with my legs and my fingers crossed, for the next two weeks.


This is it!

I’ve been talking about it for years, and I’m finally going to make it happen.

THIS is the year I finnnalllly learn how to use my sewing machine (that I got in 2012).

The first year, I was finally pregnant (and busy and sick), the next year I had a newborn, and last year we were busy packing and moving.

But now I’m finally gonna do it. I’m registered for a beginners class in February.

Now I just have to find my sewing machine in the boxes in the basement.

(Also in February? Hopefully an attempt for baby #2, if all my consultations with my doctors go well in the next few weeks. Fingers crossed, friends!)

Twenty-Three Months

Will I really have a two-year-old in a month?! It doesn’t seem possible. But then I look at all the things this kid can do, and his rapidly expanding vocabulary, and he’s SO BIG, he’ll be driving soon.

Likes: Gus loves to count anything – toys, steps down the stairs, you name it. He’s pretty good from 1–3. After that things get a little fuzzy (1, 2, 3, 9, dog, 4, 9, George!) He’s also really interested in colors – only he says that everything is blue. Like, to the point I was wondering if he was colorblind. But when you give him things and ask him to sort them by color, he can do it – even if every pile is “blue.”

Dislikes: For the most part, Gus is pretty agreeable. But if he wants something done a certain way, or only wants a specific person to come with him or help him, nothing else will do.

Sleep: We finally moved Gus into his own room, and he’s been sleeping in his crib for naps, and at night. We’ve even had a few nights where he’s slept straight through, it’s been amazing. He still nurses to sleep for naps and bedtime, but lately he’s been waking up (and screaming NOOO!, haha) as soon as I start to lay him down in the crib. After realizing he calmed down sooner if I wasn’t in the room, I’ve been leaving and he’s been putting himself back to sleep on his own in a few minutes, sometimes in like 30 seconds or less. I’m sooo proud of him (I honestly never thought we’d get here).

Eating: Eating, schmeating. He eats when he wants, I’m officially over worrying about it. When he DOES, he’s doing really well using his fork and spoon.

Clothes: 24 months/2T, even though his 18m stuff still fits his waist. I recently discovered OshKosh jeans have sizable waistbands, which might be the greatest invention, ever.

New Tricks: If you ask him a question, he says, “hmmmmm,” and taps his finger on his chin. He likes sorting things by color, and he recently started hopping around like a frog saying, “froggy, leap! leap!” We have no idea where that came from.

Teeth: Those last four molars are definitely taking their time, but they don’t seem to be really bothering him. Tooth Tally: 16

Night night
Gus Gus
Daisy, no!
Monkey sounds
snake sounds
Owl sounds
The Letters: H & O & T
Cracker (now applies to chips, cookies, granola bars, actual crackers, and Cookie Monster)
Oh no!
All done / All gone
Elephant (Appa)
Spoon (foon)
*Thanks (“Tay, Mom!”)
*Set, Go!
*Me Try
*Banana (banna)
*Oh Toot Toot! (Toodles)
*Me House (aka the playroom)

*new this month

Twenty Months/Happy Father’s Day!

Twenty months already?! It really does go by in the blink of an eye (even if it doesn’t feel that way when you’re living with a newborn). I can’t believe we’re only a few months away from Gus’ second birthday.


Likes: I think I have a future chef on my hands (or maybe a kitchen reorganizer) because my rolling pin, and silicone basting brush are two of his favorite things. Granted, I’m in the middle of packing up everything we own so the pickins are slim in the kitchen drawers. And if he’s not destined to be a chef, then he will definitely work in a haunted house – the only thing he loves more than jumping out and scaring us, is me scaring the bejesus out of him.

Dislikes: Communicating what he wants and needs is still really frustrating for Gus. He obviously knows what he wants, but just doesn’t have the ability to ask me. I *have* been working with him on saying please when he asks for things, which has ultimately resulted in a lot of, “mama please,” but I still have no idea what we’re talking about.

Sleep: As long as his teeth aren’t bothering him, Gus sleeps like a champ. He’s still in our bed, and I plan to start the transition to his room as soon as we’re moved into the new house and back from family vacation. He regularly talks in his sleep, which is adorable. A few night ago he sat up and just started making animal sounds, “Baaaaaaa! Moooooo! Uh-oh!” and then laid back down.

Eating: I’m fairly certain Gus’ actual blood-type is apple juice. Maybe goldfish crackers. Probably cheese. They’re the only things I can consistently get him to eat. (By apple juice, I mean mostly water with a splash of juice. God help me the first time he ever has pure, uncut juice.)

Clothes: 18-24 months for pants, 24 months and some 2T for shirts, and pajamas and size 4 diapers.

New Tricks: Gus is starting to combine words into teeny tiny sentences. It’s mostly Hi/Bye + Mama/Dada/Daisy/Jake, or More + Please/Mama/Juice/Bubbles

Teeth: Three of the four canines are through (finally!) and the last one is slowly torturing us all. Tooth tally: 15.

Night night
Gus Gus
Nose (nana)
Quack (Mmmmmmaaaaaaa!)
Daisy, no!
Monkey sounds
This/That (dat)
Bubbles (babas)
Hello (hey-lo!)
Please (peas)
Cracker (cacka)
Boat (bo)
*Fish (vish)
*Go (go-go!)
*snake sounds
*Whooooooo (like an owl)

*new this month

… Also, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to my dad, my husband, all the other dads, soon-to-be dads, and someday dads!

We celebrated with breakfast, more packing (we move out on Wednesday!) and a little commissioned cartoon, which is adorable, if you ask me.


Nineteen Months

This month was another month of firsts: first flight, first trip to Kansas, and first at-home haircut (I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself!). I can’t believe we’re counting down to his second birthday already, only five months to go!


Likes: Balls, balls, balls! All day, we roll balls, and bounce balls, and hit balls with a drumstick. Gus is also really into playing hide and seek now, which consists of him standing behind me for thirty seconds while I pretend I’ve lost him, before he runs out and scares me. He also loves going outside (which is sort of a hassle because out front he runs for the street, and out back he runs for the pool – so we drive to the playground a lot) and he loves to pick dandelions. And after several initial failures, he finally likes bubblebaths! Every night while the tub fills up, he paces around asking for “babas.”

Dislikes: Diaper changes still top the list. Lately Gus’ inability to communicate exactly what he wants is causing all of us (but mostly him) a lot of frustration. Lots of pointing and whining until I figure it out.

Sleep: Aside from some tooth-related pain, he’s sticking to his usual schedule: asleep from 9 to 7:30ish, with a one and a half or two hour nap each afternoon.

Eating: This kid eats like a bird. He’s so skinny, but I swear I try to feed him constantly. He’s really into blackberries, goldfish crackers, saltines and prunes lately.

Clothes: 18-24 months for pants, 24 months for shirts and size 4 diapers.

New Tricks: When you ask him how old he is, Gus holds up one finger. We also all survived Gus’ first plane rides. The first was a little stressful, and the flight home he was out cold the whole time (that one was my favorite, obviously).

Teeth: One canine is through, and the other three are riiiiiiight there. Tooth tally: 13.

Night night
Gus Gus
Nose (nana)
Quack (Mmmmmmaaaaaaa!)
Daisy, no! (Obviously I’m yelling at the dogs a lot)
Roar (whispers Raaaaaaaa!)
Monkey sounds (Eee Eee Ooo Ooo!)
This/That (dat)
*Bubbles (babas)
*Hello (hey-lo!)
*You (usually said in response to “I love you!”)
*Ta-da! (DAAA!)
*Please (peas)
*Cracker (cacka)
*Boat (bo)

*new this month


Dear Gus: One

Dear Gus,

A year ago today you made your grand entrance into this world, sort of dramatically, a little unexpectedly, but surrounded by love (and lots of medical professionals). We heard the doctor very quietly announce, “baby out,” to the rest of her team, and a moment later you made the sweetest, most amazing sound. Actually, you sounded a lot like a kitten, which is sort of funny, because we’re Dog People.

You looked like this:


Now, you look like this:


You cruise around like you own the place. You can climb up alllll the stairs by yourself (even though we’re always inches behind you) and you can Houdini your way out of your highchair straps in a matter of seconds.

Speaking of your highchair, if there’s food — you want it. You want it now, and you want to eat it all by yourself. You still love milk, straight from the source, and even though you’re nursing a lot less than you did when we first got started, when you’re promised some milk, you get so excited you scream and laugh with delight.

You positively love our dogs (“Das!”), Daisy and Jake, and can even say their names (“Dasa” and “Ja”) and think it’s hilarious when they bark (you bark with them “ra-ra-ra-ra-ra!”), or shake, or chase their tails. You used to poke or pull their fur, but now you pet them (sort of) gently, just like mommy and daddy.


You can say “mama,” “dada,” and you’ve said “hi!” and “uh-oh!” once, and only once. You say a lot of other things that mean nothing to us, but obviously mean something to you. But we’ll figure it out eventually, I’m sure.

You love Mater’s Tall Tales, knocking over blocks, pulling anything off shelves, and pushing your lion walker through the house. You love to crawl away so we chase you, but stop periodically to wave over your shoulder and to make sure we’re following you (otherwise, what’s the point?). You’re obsessed with shoes and empty boxes, and will chew up all the junk mail if I leave it within your grasp. If music is playing, you’re bouncing, dancing, and shaking that booty.

You have crazy, weird hair, that sticks up at odd angles, no matter what I do. You have your Mommy’s dimples, and your Daddy’s toes. You have big, bright, mischievous eyes, but no one can seem to agree what color they are. They’re not blue, or brown, or green. They’re a little bit of everything, and seem to change daily.


You only have two teeth, but the Internet assures me that’s totally normal, and you can still eat whatever you want, so don’t let all those other kids with all their teeth get you down. You earned those two teeth, and you use them to chomp-chomp-chomp on everything.

You sleep …with us. It wasn’t the plan, it just sort of happened, because mommy was exhausted and you were a cuddlebug. If you’re not snuggled up with one of us, you’re simultaneously pushing both of us out of bed, and taking up the whole king-sized mattress by yourself, which is pretty impressive for someone who’s only two and a half feet tall. But, for the most part, we sleep a lot so I’m not complaining. On more than one occasion, you’ve slapped me in the face, and called me mama (which I always assumed was just an expression) when it was time to wake up.

We waited so, so long for you to get here. This last year (and the years before you were born) were so long in the making, but now, it’s like you’ve always been here. You made our family complete, and it’s almost impossible to remember what life was like before you.


Happy Birthday, little man! The first year of your life has been the best year of our lives!

Love, Mama and Dada