Funny & Cute

Babylegs! still a little big and silly on him :)

Stretching in his sleep:

Waiting for mom and dad to get their act together so we can leave:


And a peaceful sleeping photo- I never get tired of these :)

Seth's First Beach Adventure

Yesterday we went to Boynton Inlet. It was such a gorgeous day. Seth slept the entire time in the Ergo carrier- in this one you can see the top of his head:




We are really into babywearing, and love the Ergo for going out. It will work as a back carrier too, until he's two or three years old (or too heavy for us to handle basically). We also have the Mouna Wrap which I've shown on here before, and I have an adjustable sling on the way. Seth is so happy when he's being carried close to me, and there are amazing benefits to babywearing: it promotes physical and intellectual development, babies worn frequently cry less, romotes bonding and lifelong communication between parent and child, more convenient than dealing with a stroller, and allows parents to get things done and use their hands while still holding their baby. www.thebabywearer.com has tons of great information.

In other news, Seth is happy and wonderful. He is smiling contantly now, and sometimes almost laughing- it won't be long now. We have so much fun. He can hold his head up for a while now, though after a little while his neck still gets tired. He's been to the library three times already (three different ones, too!). I had my six week postpartum appointment on Tuesday, and everything is great and I am healing very well. I feel almost back to normal, and really not too sleep deprived most days, considering that I still wake up a few times each noght to feed Seth.

Seth Alexander's Birth Story

I am going to attempt to write my birth story, though I feel like so much of what happened is a blur in my memory now. On Sunday, February 8, I began having contractions that I knew were more than just Braxton Hicks, but they were very irregular all day and into the night. They were uncomfortable, but I was able to just continue on with my day. On Monday I began to feel like I may be able to time them, and sure enough, they were about 6-10 minutes apart. I called my midwife, Connie, around 1pm to let her know what was going on. They became more and more uncomfortable all day. We went to a park with Manny's parents to walk in the late afternoon, and though I wasn't completely aware of it at the time, looking back I know that I was in early labor then. Every so often when a contraction would come I had to stop walking and wait for it to pass. Monday night I could no longer sleep through them because of how much they hurt. I would wake up every ten minutes after barely drifting off, and try to get in a position that would make them more bearable- usually on my hands and knees in bed, rocking. I was hoping this was it, but trying not too get too excited, knowing it could go on like this for days. Tuesday morning I felt like they were getting closer together, but tried to keep going about my day the best I could. Manny was home that day anyway, and we spent the morning doing things around the house. I got the point where I had to completely stop what I was doing with each contraction, and we decided to time them again- six minutes apart, and sometimes as little as four, lasting about a minute. When I talked to Connie, she said to stop timing them and ignore as much as possible that they were happening. It was difficult to ignore them, as soon I could no longer talk through them, and soon after that each one had me on my hands and knees or the birthing ball on the floor. I walked and bounced on the ball in between- tried to keep moving.

My mom came, as was the plan, once we knew that I was continuing to progress. Manny had already set up the tub and was filling it, and then Connie came. I thought she was just going to check on me, but she never left. She checked me, and I was 4 centimeters dilated. She had us go for a walk in the neighborhood- each contraction had me leaning on Manny or my mom wherever we happened to be. People driving by were probably kind of weirded out, but the walk helped a lot- by the time we got back to the house the contractions were coming really close together. I'm hazy on the order of things at this point, because by this point I was entering what they call "labor land" :)- at some point Connie checked me again and I was 9 centimeters. Sometime after that I decided to get in the birth tub, though I tried to hold out until I felt like I truly needed it. When I got into the warm water, the pain was instantly dulled. It felt truly amazing. The contractions still hurt, but so much less than outside the water. After that, I only got out to use the bathroom, which seemed pretty frequent as the baby moved lower and lower. I tried different positions in the tub, and by the time the contractions had become really intense I’d settled on leaning my arms and head on the side, and resting on my knees, rocking my hips back and forth. My mom and Manny took turns sitting near me and comforting and supporting me.

Once when I got up to go to the bathroom, Connie put clary sage essential oil in the water, and the scent seemed to sort of intoxicate me (in a good way). I was in such a deeply focused mental state- I was completely unaware of everything going on around me- I was in another world in which the only focus was birthing my baby. I remember feeling a few times like I just couldn’t do it anymore, and like it would just never be over. It is very hard work- they certainly don't call it labor for nothing. I began to feel the urge to push during the contractions, and had already thrown up (which I’d heard might happen in transition). I knew it was getting really close (or at least I was praying that it was!). Connie’s assistant, Judith, had come, and I reached the point where I had to push, and it was a relief that I could. At some point I could feel the baby’s head, and Connie encouraged me to put my hand there during contractions, while I was pushing. Apparently I pushed for 45 minutes, and with one last contraction- the last two pushes as I remember it- Seth was born, at 8:22pm. Immediately Connie handed him to me, and I sat there in the water rubbing his back and talking to him as he began to breathe and then cry. After a few minutes (I guess?) They helped me get out of the tub and sit on a birth stool. Manny cut the umbilical cord and it was clamped- I was just staring at this amazing little person in my arms. They encouraged me to try to nurse him, and I remember pushing the placenta out, and then I was helped into my bedroom and into bed, where I nursed the baby, with Manny in bed next to me, and we got the chance to admire our son together. I had some tearing during the birth, and while Connie stitched me up, Manny and my mom got some bonding time with Seth.

Judith helped me rinse off briefly in the shower and get dressed, and I lied down and watched while Connie examined Seth at the foot of the bed. I was really surprised when he weighed only 5 pounds 11 ounces- I never imagined I’d have such a tiny baby. But he was perfect and very healthy, and honestly the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on. She did all the checks, gave him his vitamin k shot, took his footprints, and then went over all kinds of instructions for caring for myself and the baby postpartum. I tried to listen and comprehend through the haze of sheer exhaustion (thankfully she gave us written instructions too!)

Before we went to sleep that night, Manny and I stared in awe at our amazing, beautiful little guy, knowing we’d never be the same. I feel like childbirth was the strongest time of my life- I have never been pushed so far, physically and emotionally, and I feel that the experience has made me stronger and more confident, and as motherhood presents its various challenges, as I know it will, I can look back and remind myself of what I did, and know that I’ll be able to get through anything. I am so happy that I chose to have my baby at home- I look back on Seth's birth as such a good experience, and I attribute that to the fact that I was in a comfortable environment and had control over what happened during my labor, and my birth was attended by an amazing midwife who made that possible.

I am so thankful.

Beautiful Moments

Seth now weighs in at 9 pounds! Breastfeeding is going well and he is obviously enough- though we've had some latch problems (mostly affecting my comfort) and are working with a lactation consultant on that. He is more and more fun to hang out with all the time, and brings so much joy to our lives. He is getting stronger and will pick his head up off my shoulder and hold it up for longer stretches.
I registered for two summer courses for grad school, which will start May 11. I'm a little nervous about juggling the baby and writing papers, etc., but I know I'll work it out somehow.
Manny is getting more used to his overnight shifts, and we're beginning to fall into somewhat of a pattern, though life still feels far from normal.
Seth loves to be worn in a carrier, and I have become a big fan of babywearing. We have a wrap, a sling, and an Ergo, and have also borrowed and tried a pouch and a different type of wrap. Different ones are good for different things, though I'm thinking the Ergo will be a lot better when he's a little older. Sometimes it is the only way to get things done, and a lot of research has shown that babies who are worn frequently grow and develop better, have better social skills and are more independent as older children and adults. This, along with many other parenting choices I've sort of natural gravitated towards, is often called attachment parenting, and has amazing benefits for the child and the parents. The Attachment Parenting Book is great, as are the others I've read from the Sears Parenting Library.

New Photos

Taken yesterday- sticker on onesie from Picky Sticky

Our little philosopher, contemplating the intricacies of the universe.


First camera-captured smile! This morning was the first time he really seemed to be smiling back at me- it is so awesome :)

~Praying for a more restful night tonight than we had last night...~

One month already!

Me and Seth less than 24 hours after the birth

The last four weeks have gone by so fast. Seth has changed a lot- it seems like every day when I wake up he has grown a little overnight. At his 2 week pediatrician appointment he weighed 7lb 8oz, and was 21 1/4 inches long. He makes eye contact a lot more often now, and he smiles a lot, but not really at us yet. I have been trying to get as much sleep as I can, which is a challenge sometimes. Manny started working the overnight shift a few weeks ago, so our entire schedule is completely mixed up. We're kind of moving toward a sense of normality though. I am feeling a lot better, though still in the healing process. I can walk around and go places now without feeling completely awful afterward. Here are some pictures we've taken over the last few weeks:

"Zero months" sticker on onesie from Picky Sticky

One week old

Taking a nap on the porch

First bath

5 days old- ready for his first car ride

Loving our Mouna Wrap carrier!


Hangin' out with daddy