Five Days OldChandler's jaundice levels are a little elevated, so his pediatrician recommends he lay naked in front of a sunny window for 30 minutes, twice a day. He absolutely loves it. We say he's working on his "Sun-Chan-Tan." Isn't he the sweetest? I die.
29 February 2012
28 February 2012
22 February 2012
Still no baby...
Every time I go to the hospital for an appointment, I see a new doctor, with a new opinion. The only thing they all have in common is that they tell me to come back in two days for a possible induction. My blood pressure is still really high, but not high enough to be considered preeclampsia (otherwise known as toxemia). With medication and bed rest, their goal is to keep the baby cooking for at least two more days, while keeping me safe and healthy.
Every two days, I hear the same thing. Every two days, I get my hopes up. At this point, I am trying to stay focused and positive but am feeling extremely anxious to have this baby.
For the next five weeks, Jordan will be training out in the field for his upcoming deployment, which means there's great chance I could be induced or go into labor without him here. If that were to happen, they would do their best to get him back to base in time for the birth, but as with everything Army involved, there's no promise. The thought of going through this without him makes it really hard to wait "another two days" because I'm never sure if he'll be here or not... which I'm sure does wonders for my blood pressure. Funny how these things seem to work in circles, isn't it?
Please send us plenty of happy thoughts and positive energy- we need all the love we can get!
16 February 2012
Here's the scoop. Our baby is coming soon, ready or not. This week I was diagnosed with gestational hypertension- that basically means that my blood pressure is really high and the only way to relieve it is to give birth. The doctor put me on bed rest until they decide to induce me, and I have to report to L&D every Tuesday and Friday for Non Stress Testing and lab work. Keeping both myself and the baby healthy has become a balancing act, and they think he'll be here sometime within the week.
I'm pretty nervous about the labor and delivery, but as nervous as I am, I'm just as excited. I can't wait to smoosh Chandler's little cheeks and love on him every day. I am SO ready to meet this special little love.
Jordan is beside himself with excitement, finding a new project every day to "prepare" for the baby. This week he did the baby's laundry and put the car seat in our car. He also built a baby swing, hung a shelf in the nursery and made definitive plans to teach Chandler to ice skate, as soon as he can walk. Jordan is beyond ready to meet his son.
Here's hoping tomorrow is the day!
Tonight for dinner, I wanted something quick and easy, light and fresh, but still hot and delicious. After a quick look through my admittedly barren fridge, I knew it was going to be a pasta night. I'm a huge lover of all things ricotta, but I'm getting sick of lasagna and ziti type pasta dishes. So I set out to create something NEW. I was pretty happy with this little number, I hope you will be too!
Lemon Ricotta Pasta
8 oz pasta (any shape you like, I prefer tri-color rotini)
15 oz ricotta cheese
2 tbsp butter (softened)
2-3 tbs lemon juice
garlic powder to taste
salt and pepper to taste
1. Boil a pot of water and cook the pasta, according to the directions on the package.
2. Meanwhile, mix ricotta, butter, lemon juice, garlic powder, salt and pepper in a bowl.
3. When you drain the pasta, reserve a small amount of the pasta water and add it to the ricotta mixture.
4. Pour the sauce over the pasta and stir.
Serve hot or cold.
You can also add other ingredients, to make it a little more fancy. Try adding chicken, peas, fresh basil, shredded mozzarella or parmesan cheese. Enjoy!
12 February 2012
Baby Chandler's nursery is almost completely put together.
We just need a few finishing touches, but here is a sneak preview:
[Bottom photo: Our sweet friend wrote Chandler a poem and created this incredible work of art, using white colored pencils, black construction paper and water color. Such a beautiful gift! Thanks Hannah!]
08 February 2012
Jordan and I started our birthing class last night (don't worry, I'll spare the gory details)....
The nurse was teaching our coaches (note: husbands, in most cases) different pain management techniques like breathing patterns and massages. She was "simulating" contractions throughout the exercise, which basically translated into screaming and yelling in pain to note the rise and fall of each contraction. It was extremely stressful. In order to find out which technique was most comforting, each exercise was followed by the question, asked by our coach, "Did you like that?" All I wanted to say was, "Lady, PLEASE stop screaming in fake pain and for the love of GOD please stop telling my husband to blow in my face."
Don't get me wrong, I'm completely grateful for all the information.. but when I'm not in labor, please don't blow in my face or stroke my eyebrows, okay?
I received quite the confidence boost, seeing all the other pregnant ladies in their ratty sweat pants and Army tee shirts, carrying pillows with dirty pillow cases (FOR SHAME). The girl next to me whispered to her husband that my pillow smelled good. I wanted to lean over and say "..it's clean." I was feeling quite cute in my maternity leggings, glitter Toms and planet-awareness v-neck tee. It isn't very often a woman feels cute at almost 36 weeks pregnant, so it was momentous and therefore blog-worthy.
We had a good time and laughed a lot. Day number one of Lamaze, I'd say, was a success. Bring on this baby!
07 February 2012
Oh, my sweet blog. It's been almost one hundred years since I've last written. Don't worry, we're still alive and baking our tiny little Chandler. I've been having contractions a lot more lately, along with a surge of heartburn that could take down a pack of angry wolves. Most already-moms squeal and
say sing something like "Ooooh, get reeeeaddyyyyy," when I tell them. I guess that means he may arrive a little bit earlier than previously assumed. As long as he's ready, I'm ready. I quite like the idea of having TWO Valentines, this year. We'll see.. maybe I'm just dreaming..
At almost 36 weeks pregnant, I have officially reached the part everyone warned about- sleepless nights, constant aches and other oddities. I'm still enjoying it all, though. Nothing makes me happier than feeling those little hiccups in my belly, which also seems to be happening a lot more often these days (poor little mini love).