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!

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Two Days, Three Nights

It’s been an unpleasant weekend for all of us here. I’ll spare you all the details, mainly because we’re all so sick and tired I can’t keep them all straight.

I have a terrible cold. Mike has a slightly better, but still terrible cold.

Gus is sick. Well, he has zero symptoms of being sick, but he is cranky and irrational (more so than your standard toddler irrationalness), and he’s waking up screaming all night long.

All fun toddler traits aside, that is not my child. He might whine a little about going to sleep, and refuse to leave the library on occasion, but he’s typically a very sweet, agreeable child, who blissfully sleeps through the night.

The only time he acts the way he’s been acting, is when he’s sick. Nine times out of ten, it turns out he has a double ear infection. Only this time? He doesn’t have a fever (and he always gets a fever).

And a week ago he actually was diagnosed with a double ear infection. He took a full course of antibiotics until the middle of the week. So now I’m wondering if it’s something else? Or maybe he needed a higher dose, or a longer course? Is it nightmares? Or molars? Or God forbid he’s not sick at all and this is just my life now, and Jesus take the wheel, because I’m gonna get a drink.

But despite being miserable (we’re all for sure miserable around 3 a.m.) he still says and does hilarious things.

The first night he rolled over, put his hand in mine, and laughed in his sleep for five minutes.

He brought me a can of whipped cream from the fridge and told me that he thinks it’s his favorite (and could he have some for dinner?)

He also baked me an imaginary pie, and when I asked him what he used for ingredients, he told me, “Sugar. Salt. And cake.”

And this afternoon he woke up from his nap, looked at me and said, “let me see your big booby.” (I politely declined)

12 more hours before we can get an appointment with our pediatrician, and hopefully get this poor child (and let’s be honest — the rest of us) some relief.

Totally Silent

I talk in my sleep, a lot.

And yes, sometimes it’s random nonsense (“rainbow sack, double blueberries!” or “that briefcase is hilARious!”) but more often than not, it’s totally clear and concise. Mike usually can’t tell right away if I’m awake or not.

Mike always asks me if I remember what I said the next morning. Normally I wake up in the middle of one of our “conversations” and realize I’m asleep, (so I do remember) and apologize, because I’m bossy and stubborn, even when I’m unconscious.

Like the time I got up, convinced the dog was stuck under our bed (even though she sleeps in her crate in another room) sat down and started patting the floor, saying, “come on, puppy, you can do it!” while Mike was all WTF are you doing, dear?

“THE DOG IS TRAPPED! Why aren’t you helping me?! Can’t you hear her? COME HERE PUPPY! Ooohhhhh, I’m asleep? Oh, ok. Sorry.”

So last night, when Mike woke me up, because I was allegedly snoring, I was quick to prove him wrong.

“Babe, you’re snoring.”
“NOO. I’m not.”
“Umm, yeah you are, you woke me up.”
“No. I was totally silent. Zzzzzzzz.”

And while I do vaguely remember the brief conversation, I still maintain I wasn’t snoring. He must have dreampt it.

We’ll never know for sure.

Possible DIYing

Husbang and I bought a new bed this weekend – and I’m soooo excited about it.

He and I both had queen-sized beds before moving in together, and ultimately we decided to use his in our master bedroom and mine found a home down the hall in our guest room.  I noticed when we moved to our new house last year, his mattress had permanent Ashley- and Mike-shaped dips on each side, and I’m pretty sure that’s a bad sign.

After a handful of vacations and sleeping in beds that were bigger (and more comfortable) than ours we started thinking more seriously about replacing it with a king-sized bed.  Initially, I thought we could get away with just swapping it out for my old bed, which has essentially gone unused for the last three years — namely because I’m cheap, and we got multiple sets of super-awesome sheets for wedding gifts, and if we got a bigger bed, I’d have to replace them all on my own dime…

But, now we have two dogs, we’re working on adding some babies to the mix as well, and our bedroom is ginormous so we might as well fill it up, yes?

So, the new bed has been ordered, and is scheduled to be delivered tomorrow.  Husbang even let me have my pick of new bedding (which was a pleasant surprise – those artistic types usually have strong opinions about color…)

One problem?  We’re going from an awesome wooden bedframe/headboard (which will be moving to the guest room for our drunken friends to enjoy.  I’m looking at you, Matt & Brian) to a basic metal frame, leaving us headboardless.  And every headboard I love costs an arm and a leg (and I’m already missing one of each, thanks to the aforementioned new bed).

So?  We’re thinking of going the DIY route.  It’ll give Mike a chance to play with his new power tools, and me to add more crafty goodness to the repertoire.   These are some of my favorites so far:

So, if anyone out there has made their own headboard before, and wants to lend a helping hand, we can pay you in pizza and beer (from us) and kisses (from the dogs.  and us).