// Those first 3 months.//

Life has been a bit crazy. I think that word is underused when someone has their first baby. Even with it being said 100 times; it can’t really be said enough.  It’s not bad crazy, of course. It’s wonderfully hard and great..all at the same time.

Everyone has their own story of how their first 3 months went with their baby.  Ours definitely had some bumps in this new road that we are on.  Breastfeeding took longer than I wanted to before it was good for baby and mama.  Frances lost more than the average 10% that newborns lose.  She has slowly but surely gained back plenty of weight and is a thriving little baby! She definitely is little for her age but, assured by our amazing pediatrician, this isn’t a big deal at all as long as she looks healthy and is meeting her baby “milestones”.  She is a happy little girl, but let me tell you…don’t take food away from this one! She has mastered the bottom lip like none other! 

We found out that Frances had Bilateral Hip Dysplasia. Its becoming a more common thing, and the doctors always check for it before you leave the hospital.  You can basically take the baby’s hip joints/legs in and out of socket very easily.  It’s not painful for the baby AT ALL, but definitely quite painful for parents to watch.  We knew that this might be a possiblity b/c Brant’s brother had it when he was a baby.  As much as you are sort of prepared for something though, you’re never really prepared.  It wasn’t something that we thought about too much until we were able to see the doctor that put the harness on her.  Oh goodness, that was a rough week for her parents…at least for mama.  We were assured that Frances was none the wiser about being put in it and that it would most likely just bother us. The doctor was right. :)  While I knew this was exactly what we should be doing and we also had an amazing doctor that seemed to be excellent in his field of knowledge…it was still incredibly hard to see her in some sort of contraption that was not very baby friendly at all. In fact, Brant put all this moleskin on all the rough edges that our doctor teased us that our house was covered in moleskin.

Frances at 1 month. I had a little knit bonnet I wanted to try on her. Well it was too big at the time…and she hated it. Oh my gosh, did she hate it..it was kinda funny though. ;)

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The harness had been on for almost a month. It had been put on when she was only 10 days old. The sooner it went on, the shorter it had to be on. Sounded good to us!

Just shy of her 2 month birthday, we were able to start taking the harness off for small amounts of time.  Oh Happy Day!  We prayed every day and several times a day that the Lord would heal her and the harness would do it’s work.  Sometimes the harness doesn’t work for all babies and the doctor had to let us know that, even though the chance was small.

This was her first REAL bath and she LOVED it!  We got in the bathtub and let her kick around and float.  I think this was the first smile we captured after the bath was over.

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Of course, babies don’t really like to be cold and kinda wet still. She was just too cute to not snap a picture of.

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She got her harness off for good a few days after her she turned 3 months. It hasn’t been the easiest three months, but God is good and it could be much, much worse. She might be a bit behind in a few things that involved tummy time, but she’s catching up quick!

I don’t get much done around here with all this baby staring…but I suppose it’s a good tradeoff. ;)

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Frances, we love you so! Your personality is like none other and we can’t wait to see you grow and develop into an amazing lady! God will do great things through you! You have our hearts little one!

Cheers,

-JVB

// Birth Story Pt. 2//

Another napping baby moment… By the way, I don’t know who said that newborns sleep all the time. I swear our baby only sleeps a couple of hours during the day at best!

Also, let’s take a moment to show how good I looked just weeks before she arrived. Seriously, all of that extra blood in your body gives you a literal GLOW! I hardly wore any makeup that last month or two b/c of the natural lovely color I had. I just had to point out this picture b/c well..the day after I gave birth…I swear it looked like death washed over me. I was a ghost! Ok, now that we took care of that. Moving on.

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I think I finished with we were just heading to the Hospital.  Were we a bit anxious about having our plans change on us in a matter of minutes… plans that we had made for 10 months on how and where we wanted this birth? Yes, we definitely were. Although, what we were more anxious about would be the excitement of meeting our little girl soon! Soon, of course, turned into 12 hrs after getting to the Hospital…but I’m getting ahead of myself.

I’m pretty sure it’s quite common to be leaking fluids when you’re getting closer to birthing a baby. I had for a couple of hours before we left our house.  So we brought a roll of paper towels, so as not to create a puddle everywhere that I went.  There were also few things that still fit me, since I refused to buy much maternity clothes.  So I was wearing a dress when pulling up to Bellevue Medical.  As you can imagine, trying to hold paper towels in various places and walking quickly in a dress to get to your room…well…it just doesn’t look pretty.  It was actually somewhat comical, despite the fact that I was having contractions while  speed walking and standing in the elevator.

So we got to our room and they set me up on a monitor for the baby and me. I guess they wanted to monitor our heartbeats every hour for 20 minutes. It was a huge pain. Mainly because I knew I would be moving around in various different positions that we had learned about in our Bradley Method classes.  All of this moving around during contractions was to help the whole process and monitors just got in the way.  I was quite happy that this hospital was very familiar with my midwife and they understood that I wanted an all natural birth.  We were able to quickly wrap up some paperwork that pretty much took care of the “we, the hospital, won’t push you to use any sort of drug” mumbo jumbo. That was comforting for us to not have to worry about the rest of the time.

The next thing I remember was my doula or midwife telling me to get some rest to have energy to push later and also to have time for the contractions to get closer together.  Well, I get the idea of getting rested up. It did SEEM smart.  Although, telling a very pregnant women with strong back labor to try and get some rest seemed like a crazy idea to me! So I tried resting and so did Brant, but every time I had a contraction..I had to have him rub my lower back…it was just excruciating. Neither of us got much rest and hours went by.  Our plan all along was to have a water birth. I had REALLY wanted a water birth. I could have even had one at this hospital, but since there was meconium..it was no longer an option.  I think Jessie had the idea of me getting in the tub just for a bit to see if that would take away some of the pain and help me fall asleep.  It did indeed help and that 30 minutes in there was probably the most rest I’d had in awhile.   The hours were blurring together…  I had always wondered when women say that you “feel the need to push”, what that meant.  Well now I get it.  It had to be around 5 or 6..who knows..maybe 7 a.m. My midwife, Heather, and the midwife/nurse in training, were starting to come into the room.  It had mostly been just Brant & I for hours with Jessie eventually coming in to see if I needed anything or even just to give Brant a break for a bit. The nurse would pop in to check the monitors, but otherwise she was mostly out of the room too.

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// Pull up a chair, this is going to take awhile…//

As promised, I’m finally getting around to posting my birth story.Frances is napping at the moment, so we shall see how far I get!

FAIR WARNING: This a a birth story in which I am writing down to share but half of the reason is just so I don’t forget any detail! This isn’t a lighthearted post about my favorite place to visit or my favorite nail polish color. :)

It’s hard to know where to begin with all of this. I’ve heard that first time moms tend to have their babies during week 41 or 42, so I was preparing myself for that.  It 41 weeks though…I was definitely ready to meet our baby girl and excited(in some weird way) to go through the whole labor experience.

I started to have contractions off and on during the last week of April.  I’ve heard you can have them for a week or two, so I wasn’t quite getting my hopes up terribly…although I knew it meant she would be here sooner than later. I had been doing a few of the things to help the induction process move along more naturally, including bouncing on our yoga ball all week.

On late Friday night, I felt like I was starting to get consistent contractions.  They felt real enough that it felt better to walk around our bedroom instead of lying on my side and having my husband rub my back.  Being, soon to be, first time parents..it was hard to know… “is this real?”, “are these contractions that close apart?”, ” could she arrive by tomorrow morning?”, “do I have any clue what I’m doing?”.  That all being said, I decided to call our Doula (Jessie) and have her come over and she could help me figure this all out.  I figured, at worst, that I called her over too early and, at best, that I was right on track with having labor soon.

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Our life is forever changed with the arrival of this little.
Frances Ivy
Born on May 4th
7lbs 10 oz




Birth Story soon to follow..

Our life is forever changed with the arrival of this little.

Frances Ivy

Born on May 4th

7lbs 10 oz

Birth Story soon to follow..

It's tough to know
what to begin with
so therefore I won't begin
with much of a
beginning
at all.