Monday, January 26, 2009

Mission Accomplished*


That's it. I'm done.

*Done with bed rest that is. Frankly, there are no words to express how happy I am to have completed this part of my mission. If there were, here's the space where those words would go....





Now we will get a full-term baby, I get my vertical life and Dean gets his vertical wife back. This is wonderful! I can watch my son play with his Christmas toys, which I have yet to even see. I hear that he climbs into his booster seat all by himself and eats salad. Dean says he "sings" when he plays the keyboard. I think that there is even an exercise bike in the basement. Whole Foods, a spa, a date with my husband??? Life is great!

Honestly, I do plan to ease into it and not completely overdo it. As of last Friday, I am one centimeter dilated and 75% effaced. I could go for a while longer in this condition, but I have a feeling the more I do the faster it will go. I will try to hold onto our family of three just a wee bit longer....if I can.

-Lisa

Monday, January 19, 2009

Muffin & Mom


Home sweet home! Today, marks my 35th week of pregnancy and as I find myself saying over and over again, I can't believe I'm still pregnant. Well, I am and it is simply fabulous. Being home is also fabulous, enjoying Miles 24/7 and Dino too! One week from today, I will officially be off of bed rest and considered full term. I am counting the hours! Thankfully, I will have a wonderful, exciting and much anticipated distraction tomorrow. Oh what a beautiful day!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

So many things have changed since our last post--most importantly, my address!

On Friday, my doctor discharged me three days early. After 57 hospital-bound days, I was finally allowed to escape and continue my bed rest from home.


I called Dean as he was on his way to work. He did a u-turn and helped make quick work of untangling myself from good ol' room 509. Between Miles and me, we have spent 6 of the last 24 months living in Swedish Hospital. Notwithstanding all the good care we have received there, it was a relief to finally see that building in our rear-view mirror.


The city has changed, too. Not only did it seem exceptionally crowded and busy to my eyes, but the fall colors had been washed away. The roads, including the freeway, were littered with potholes and debris due to our unusual weather. I tried hard to guide Dean around them; I wanted to make it home still pregnant!


I arrived home to a very surprised grandma and Miles in the dining room. My mother was beside herself and Miles looked up and proceeded to tell me about the bus he was playing with. He pointed to me a few times and said, "Mommy?"

I spent little time downstairs, but the rooms that I did visit looked different to me as well. Things had been slightly adjusted to Daddy's liking and there are new Miles toys all around.

Upstairs I went, to bed of course, and upstairs I remain. But other things have changed too.


At the hospital, Miles gave me hints of his changes everyday. Sadly, I just wasn't around him long enough to take them all in. How a two-year-old changes in two months! His requests are willful, clear and specific -- even asking for noodles from Bai Pai, our favorite Thai restaurant. He asks for his books by name (ok, mostly by subject). He runs everywhere - I hear his little pitter patter from my bed. He is comfortable yelling out his demands, he stands at the bottom of the stairs and yells "MOMMY!", as if confirming my existence up here. For the most part, he no longer cries when he wakes up in the morning -- all we hear is a plaintive "Daddy... Daddy?" He usually sleeps all night long (whew!). He laughs hard at things that are truly funny. On a more concerning note, his wheezing is much more pronounced than it was before. I am sure this is due to the increased activity. After the baby is born, it will be back to the pulmonary doctors.


Thankfully, what hasn't changed is that Miles still loves his mommy. On Friday, he followed me upstairs to bed and crawled right in next to me under my arm and would not stop repeating, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" over and over. It was something that I will never forget. Actually, it was next to impossible to peel him away from me for his afternoon nap. So the nap did not happen.


Oh yes, there are even more changes.... Dean has proven himself to be quite the chef. I have enjoyed three meals a day delivered to my bed since my return. Each time Dean walks in with my tray, I am pleasantly surprised by his creativity and execution. This is a wonderful thing! He also, as I knew, handily juggles Miles, his work requirements, my requirements (which there are many), and keeping our fort in order.

The third trimester is a big change from the second trimester. As I haven't made it this far before, it has been an interesting experience to say the least. Most obviously, my body is much bigger and just now getting more uncomfortable. My body pillow is no longer a luxury, but a must-have in order to sleep. It takes a serious "umph" to get myself out of bed. My uterus stretches an incredible length from all sides and angles. I can't see or reach certain body regions that are typically well within normal distance. Bending down is akin to a giraffe drinking water. Laying on my back is really no longer a good idea. My breathing is loud and apparently I snore occasionally (what?). I also am "enjoying" many other side effects of pregnancy that I have only read about thus far.

I am beginning to realize that Dean and I may have one of those experiences where I turn to him and say "It's time" and off we go to the hospital like a normal couple having a baby. Who would have thought this?

Of course, our new baby boy has changed the most of all. He has now officially enjoyed six more weeks of womb time than his big brother. He gets the hiccups daily, which are pretty obvious. His movements are more limited due to his increasing size, but when he's awake and active, he can truly shake my whole body. We can't see the most important changes of all, but having had the opportunity to watch a 28 week baby develop in the outside world, we know exactly what he is missing.

Yes, it is true...today marks my 34th week of pregnancy and after another 10 days or so, when I give birth we may be bringing a new baby home with us... just like regular people.

-Lisa

Monday, January 5, 2009

No Baby New Year Yet

Hello New Year 2009!

Today marks Day 52 in the hospital. The countdown continues: 8 days until I get discharged and 22 days before I can get out of bed. Amazingly enough, I am still pregnant, 32 weeks and 6 days now - over one whole month of gestation past Miles' birth. Overall, my body is reasonably stable. The best news of all is that our little guy is now estimated at 4lbs 14oz (+/- 10%)! This isn't a sibling rivalry, but that's almost twice Miles' birth weight! Needless to say, my mind is easing of worry as time marches on and my pregnancy remains stable.

Meanwhile, Dean and Miles seem to be holding down the home front. On most days, Dean never stops moving until his head hits the pillow.

Miles, by contrast, keeps moving even after his head hits the pillow... at least the first 20 times.

-Lisa

Friday, December 26, 2008

Yuletidal Chart

When Christmas morning rolled around, Miles discovered a special present that was too big to fit under the tree.

Mommy was standing by to monitor his reaction via videocam. What could it be?

Ta-da! The budding chef unveiled his new kitchen.

He quickly got started on breakfast.

Someone was very excited. Thanks, Santa!

He had to call up his friends to tell them all about it.

Then the Grinch and his Reinkid loaded their sled to visit Whoville....

... where Mommy helped to unload the stockings.

Then it was off to visit Tess and Sam for Christmas crab cake dinner.

Oh yeah, there was an adults' table, too.

Miles checked out the local rail system.

He helped make sure that everyone's presents got opened...

...including, of course, his own.

The long day came to a close with another visit to Mommy to wish her a Merry Christmas night, followed by a quick visit to Candy Cane Lane.

And with that, we're calling it a Christmas!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Lutefisk, Lutefisk, Lefse, Lefse

Neither snow nor sleet nor hail nor rain nor the City of Seattle's decision not to salt the roads could stop a certain family tradition from taking place as scheduled: the annual Christmas Eve lutefisk feed. But they tried. They really tried.

After visiting Mommy in the hospital, Miles declined his afternoon nap and decided to take on the holidays on adrenaline alone.

The drive up to Uncle Jay and Aunt Mary Lynn's provided plenty of that. A warming trend and some rain turned what had been a stable snowpack on 25th Avenue into a sloppy soup of slush. Even our trusty Subaru struggled to maintain a steady trajectory as we climbed through the narrow gauntlet of parked cars for six knuckle-whitening blocks.

That wasn't the whitening going on. Jay, Mary Lynn and Grandma Ba-Ba-Ba were hard at work assembling the evening's snow-blind menu of lutefisk, mashed potatoes, crispbread, and melted butter.

Was that Miles trying his first bite of lutefisk? No, sir. Just a cracker and some smoked salmon. Maybe next year.

But plenty of other willing participants lined up to take their share of the lye-soaked wonder food.

Whether you're a newbie or and old Scandinavian hand, the inimitable sensation of lutefisk hitting the nervous system is a moment to savor.

Sometimes, however, it is best to disable the nervous system...

... with an appropriate dose of aquavit.

Miles' cousin Tess gets her glee ready.

Fortunately, the kids' table offered some lye-free alternatives.

Then it was present time, followed closely by another harrowing descent on the icy slopes of Capitol Hill.

Finally, with his son abed, Daddy closed out Christmas Eve in Santa's Workshop, frantically assembling Miles' toy kitchen just before the reindeer invoked the overnight shipping cutoff.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Weathering the Storm (Part 3)

When the snow finally stopping falling for a few minutes, the neighborhood that emerged was hard to recognize.

Our big tree took on Seussian dimensions.

Miles helped to dig out the Subaru.

And gamely took the helm.

63rd Street sported half a foot of fresh powder.

Miles was so cooperative running pre-Christmas errands that he got a special treat...

...hamburgers from Dick's Drive-In! Mmmmmm.

Later in the day, Miles pulled out my cross-country ski boots. Was he sending a message?

We suited up for another snow adventure.

Good news -- Ravenna Boulevard was open for night skiing.