Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Motherhood - Chapter 11 - Juggling

With every new baby, or even every new major schedule change, we mothers have to relearn the art of juggling. I have been engaged in that tiring endeavor this week. The first ball I have been trying to keep in the air is my older kids regular schedule. I prepared well for that by planning other people to do their driving so that one has been pretty easy.

The second ball I have been trying to keep in the air is an important one -- Sleep. This has been tricky. With a baby who likes to sleep all day and spend "quality time" with mom in the middle of the night, and a two year old who has figured out how to escape the crib at 5:30 a.m., and girls who like to read in the night and rarely go to sleep before 9:30 or 10, well lets just say the windows for my sleep are narrow.

Luckily both boys have still been napping. They are both asleep right now in fact. And I SHOULD be in my bed snoozing with them. But we have a workman here putting in overhead recessed lights and he is making too much noise for me to sleep. I would put in ear plugs but then I wouldn't hear the boys wake up. Hmm. Maybe I will get a nap later???

And then there are all the balls that are laying on the ground that I haven't even attempted to throw into the mix again yet. Among these are a few I HAVE to throw in soon - like laundry (need to do some today), grocery shopping, play dates or outings for Noble and Lauren (they are bored of being at home and want to "go, go, go" as Noble says), and then there are other kind of important things like showering regularly and all that. :)

But somehow we do somehow figure out how to eventually get all the "essential" balls back up in the air. Because, hey, we are mothers. That is just what we do. And quite frankly... we are amazing.

Winner Winner

We had 2 winners for the guess the baby stats game. Rebecca (the very first commenter) and Joyce Kay both guessed the exact right stats. 8lbs 3 ozs and 20 inches long.

Congrats to both of you. I would send you a prize but realistically I have no time. :) Your prize is the glory of knowing you win!

Thanks for playing everyone!

Today at the doctors Harrison weighed in at 7 lbs. 11 ozs and 21 inches long. He is growing!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Birthday that Almost Wasn't

March 25, 2011

After four hours of sleep, Jonathan and I woke up at 3 a.m. to eat breakfast, get dressed and drive the 30 minutes to the hospital for our scheduled 4 a.m. induction. I was tired but had trouble sleeping the night before because I was so excited and anxious. My parents stayed over at our house so we wouldn't have to wake the kids. They couldn't sleep either. It was like Christmas Eve for adults.

Arriving at the hospital the staff took me straight to my labor and deliver room 234. I got dressed in the hospital gown and signed the consent forms. The nurse then put in my my IV. She had a hard time getting it in the vein. After she got it all taped down she realized it was leaking. She took all the tape off and readjusted it again and then wiped up all the blood that had leaked out.

That was about when I started to feel light headed. I am usually pretty good with blood and shots and that stuff. But that 15 minutes of watching a needle wiggling around under my skin was a bit much for me. She laid me down flat and put a cold cloth on my forehead. Then the lab came to take my blood. Nice timing. Apparently they couldn't wait 5 minutes so they drew my blood and I closed my eyes and tried to get my head back.

I felt better after a few minutes. It was 4:30 by this time we got the Pitocin going and I was feeling good and wondering how long it would be before we would meet out little baby.

I was dilated to 4 from the balloon but the baby was still very high up. (Which was actually not that bad. Just crampy for the first couple of hours but then it was no big deal.)

8 a.m. I have been on Pit and having contractions all this time. They have slowly been increasing my Pit.  My nurse checks me. No change. Bummer. More Pit. More contractions - every 3 minutes - they are tight and uncomfortable and won't allow me to sleep but not really painful. Just tiring. My nurse says maybe the doctor will come by at lunch.

12 noon - My nurse checks me again. No change. Big Bummer. She says she would break my water but the doctors orders won't let her with the baby so high. I am feeling a bit discouraged and say I don't think anything is going to change until my water is broken. She agrees with me. She says she will go call the doctor to see if he can come break my water.

She returns to tell me she talked to my doctor and based on her exam and how high the baby still is that the doctor will not be coming to break my water as he is worried about the cord prolapsing. Bummer. She says he has told her to increase the Pitocin so the contractions will bring the baby down. I am doubtful about the Pit producing any change at this point. I am tired and discouraged.

Around 2ish she checks me again and again no change. No surprise to me this time. I am beginning to think perhaps I have induced too early. This is reminding me of my first labor with Sabrina where I was maxed out on Pit for 12 hours at a fingertip dilation with no change. Nothing happened till the Dr. manually dilated me enough to break my water. Then I was in major pain from the Pit. It was a painful and awful labor. If I had to do it over again I would not have let him break my water. I would have gone home and come back a week later hoping my body would be more ready.

I like my nurse, Sheryl. She has had 5 babies of her own and has over 20 years of nursing experience. I express my concern to her that if the doctor won't break my water because the baby is too high and if the Pit isn't bringing the baby down ... what are my options? C section or go home? Given those choices I choose go home. I am beginning to think that is what this will come down to.  I mentally prepare myself to go home. My nurse tells me as long as my water isn't broken that is an option.

She asks if I want to talk to the Dr. on the phone to discuss that option. I do. She goes to get him on the phone for me. I am tired and discouraged but remembering that first labor I am fully prepared to go home and suffer another week of pregnancy if it means my body will more easily open up and let this baby come into the world. I am even willing to plan birthday parties through my anniversary for the next 18 years.

My parents and Sabrina and Annie have been waiting it out with me since about 9 a.m. I send them all to my inlaws so Jon and I can talk to the Dr. and decide whether to go home or not. I am expecting we will go home.

The nurse returns and says the Dr. will be there in 30 mins. to break my water. I am surprised but figure if he thinks it is safe we will go with it.

3:30 ish the doctor arrives. He has the nurse press down on my belly where the baby's head is to hold his head in place while he breaks my water carefully to make sure a seal is formed between the baby's head and cervix to ensure the cord will not prolapse. This is a rather painful procedure but I understand the need for the caution and I know it will not last long. After a few minutes the water is broken and my Pit has been halved so I won't be dying from contraction pain. I can immediately feel the difference in the contractions and my Dr. says I am at a 4.5 in dilation. I request the epidural.

4:00 - the epidural guy shows up. After a failed first placement, he starts over and gets it in the right place.

4:30 - the epidural starts to work. I become a new woman. For the first time in months I am not in pain and I feel elation. My nurse checks me and tells me the baby has moved down to a 0 station and I am dilated to a 6. This is good. Life is good. My nurse begins getting everything ready for a birth.

6 p.m. My nurse checks me and tells me I am an 8. We call my parents and tell them to have the girls head over as soon as they have had a bite of dinner. They were eating at the time.

6:30 p.m. I respond to a couple of texts and say I am feeling good. I feel a contraction through the epidural ... then another. My nurse comes in. I tell her "either my labor has changed and I am in transition or my epidural isn't working. She says she saw things on the monitor that told her I needed to be checked. She checks me. She tells me she is going to call the doctor. I am ready to go. She tells me to put my legs together.

I call my parents to tell them to come immediately. They are in the parking lot thankfully. They walk in 3 minutes later and are quickly followed by the doctor who sets immediately to getting ready.

6:40 I begin to push with a contraction. I feel the head slide out. Next contraction I push out the body. Relief. Sweet relief. He is born at 6:45 p.m. Just a bit over 3 hours after my water is broken. It ended up being a long day of labor but I feel good about the experience because it was relatively easy pain wise. We have a healthy baby and I feel great. The doctor rushes out to deliver twins who went complete the same time I did. He had 5 inductions that day at 2 different hospitals. Crazy busy day for him.

They weigh the baby. Before I see the weight I think, "oh no. I am way over in my guess of 8 lbs. 3 ozs.  He weighs in at 8 lbs. 2.9 ozs.  He is 20 inches long. He is beautiful and looks like a Harris. Jon finally gives final consent to naming him Harrison McKay (the name the girls and I have been planning on for months.)

My dad and Jon go get Noble and Lauren from grandmas house a couple of minutes away. They arrive and get to hold the baby. They are loving and absolutely thrilled to finally see the baby. Sabrina and Annie were there to see the baby born and loved seeing him come in to the world.

I am thrilled to find out the hospital has a nursery that will take the baby at night between feedings so I can sleep. I am happy beyond expression to not be pregnant and my see my sweet healthy baby. He doesn't even cry when he gets his first shot. He brings a spirit of peace to the room.

What a great day. A day to celebrate. I decide to stay a second night to take advantage of the sleep I get when Harrison is in the nursery. Sunday morning, March 27th, Jon brings the kids over to the hospital at 9 am and we check out. What a wonderful 12th wedding anniversary! A new baby for the family is present enough for us all.

Dressed and ready to go home.

Since we have been home - Lauren has said a couple of things worth noting. She says Harrison brings "too much of the Spirit into our home. It is too peaceful," she says. I tell her there is no such thing as too much of the Spirit but I can see what she means. I feel humbled to be in the presence of such a bearer of peace. I am trying really hard to keep the home peaceful around him even with all the energy of the 4 kids running around.

At dinner tonight we begin to note things for which we are grateful. Lauren's turn comes. She says she is thankful for such a peaceful and wonderful spirit to come into our home. I am touched that she is so sensitive to feel this. I agree with her sensitive comment.

Saturday, March 26, 2011


Harrison McKay Waite
Born 3-25-2011 at 6:45 p.m.
Weighing in at 8 lbs. 3 ozs. (mama's prediction on the nose)
20 inches long (one inch shy of mama's prediction)
I am so incredibly happy. Happy to be no longer pregnant. Happy that the delivery went smoothly (more details later). Happy that my baby is healthy and safe. Happy I am recovering well. And super happy that this little guy is not a screamer. He has the most peaceful spirit. I am in awe. I need to make my home as peaceful as he is. He is already inspiring me. Thanks for the prayers and well wishes! -- Stephanie

Thursday, March 24, 2011


I had my last OB appointment today. I am feeling pretty crampy now. The doctor is ripening my cervix using the balloon method. My mom has come over to save the day and "be me" today. She is doing my errands and packing my hospital bag and taking care of my kiddos for me. Mom's are the greatest, especially mine.

I am sitting on the recliner trying to count contractions. I am not very good at that. I have a hard time distinguishing contraction pain from my general tightness and the baby moving and just my overall hurting.  But one way or another I am very excited that I will no longer be pregnant in the next 24 to 36 hours.

Last night I had an awful night. I couldn't fall asleep. I just had this foreboding feeling and tons of anxiety. I get that every now and then since Camille's accident. I laid in bed with "worst case scenarios" playing over and over in my head till midnight when I finally got up and went downstairs to watch some TV. That seemed to settle my brain and I was able to fall asleep around 2 a.m.

I am not sure if the hospital I am going to this time has internet access in the delivery rooms like the one I had Noble did. If it does, I will blog from the hospital and let you all know how things go. If not you will have to wait till Saturday or Sunday.

This has been a big month in my family. An emotional one. I have other things to post about. Like the fact that my parents have just sold their home, my childhood home, the place I grew up, the home Jonathan and I lived in when we moved to Las Vegas from California, Camille's first home. It is an emotional thing. One I have cried a good deal of tears over and try not to think about too much. But I have a post in me on it. I will write it a bit later as they get closer to actually moving. They have to be out by May 15th but could move as soon as mid April depending on when they settle on the house they want to buy.

Change. It is inevitable, necessary, often painful, and hard to swallow. But it is part of life. And in the end, every change moves us forward and molds us a bit more into who we will eventually become.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Spring ... a Season of Celebration

A cold wind blows across the valley as I waddle from house to house stuffing fliers into my neighbors doors. It is March. April is just 10 days away. I have to get word out about the annual Easter neighborhood block party today. I have to give my neighbors a few days to RSVP before I have my baby at the end of the week.

I am hoping all the walking will put me into labor now. I would love to have a baby today ... or tomorrow. The sooner the better as far as I am concerned. But all my walking only seems to make my pelvis hurt and I feel no contractions. Bummer. Oh well, at least I got the fliers delivered and the baby will come in four days ready or not.

The tulips I planted last fall are beginning to bloom in my back yard. Camille's flower, blooming to signal that her birthday is also coming up. We will celebrate it as a family a few days after the block party. Then a few days later we will celebrate Easter.

I miss my little girl. But the hole in my heart she left when she died is no longer the open wound it once was. It is a tender scar. A memory of my greatest pain. A reminder of why Easter is the most hopeful holiday, of why life is so precious, of how important it is that I be the best mother and the best Stephanie I can be.

And perhaps more than this, that scar is a reminder to me of the healing power of the atonement. I am moved to tears just thinking about the miracle of it all. How is it possible that such a wound could ever feel healed? I don't know. And yet somehow, the Savior has made me feel whole again. Whole despite the hole. That doesn't even make logical sense. And yet my heart feels that way. But then feelings don't always follow logic now do they.

And so as I sip my hot chocolate and warm my insides after my cold walk of the neighborhood, I am filled with love and gratitude for my blessings. For the blessing of the life that will imminently join our family. For the 14 months I was privileged to mother a celestial soul. For the friends, family, and neighbors who held me up through my greatest trial. And for the Savior who in His own time and His own miraculous way healed my heart.

Spring, in my book and in my heart, is a season for celebration.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Motherhood - Chapter 10 - Personal Gems

As a mother we get to be the discoverer of personal precious gems. When we bring a new life into the world we never know what exactly we are getting. Sure we can usually find out if the baby is a boy or a girl. But what kind of person is that baby going to be? Will the baby be the content baby who loves to sleep and never fusses? Or will he or she suffer from colic and cry all hours of the day and night? We just don't know until we get the baby here and discover this for ourselves.

As each child grows and develops, we find out more about their personality, how they think and what their strengths and weaknesses are. I can think of each of my older children and specifically pinpoint some of their strengths that fill my heart with joy. When I see them displaying these strengths I feel as if I am the luckiest mother in the world and I just want to burst with love and joy.

Granted, I can also think of some of their weaknesses and feel like I am totally failing as a mother because they have these behaviors I have not been able to teach out of them... yet I hope. But we are all like that - a mix of strengths and weaknesses. Even as adults we struggle to be our best selves and over come some of those weaknesses that would make our mother's cringe. Sometimes, when my children are displaying their weaker sides, I try to remember and remind them of their best selves and how much I love it when they choose to be that person instead. It helps me at least to remember exactly how wonderful they really are even when they aren't acting like it.

Lately I have been finding such great joy in discovering some of the precious gems of personality my son has innately brought with him from heaven. This age of almost 2 is such a time of growth and insight into the mind of a child. I never got to this stage with Camille. There is so much unknown about her to me. So much left to one day discover. So seeing this stage with Noble has been all the sweeter.

Some of my favorite discoveries as late about my little son Noble:

He is clean. I LOVE this. I mean I really, really LOVE this. Probably because it is not a gift with which I was innately blessed. Some of my kids take after me and just drop their things where they are and walk off. I have improved in this over the years but I still am not perfect at picking up after myself immediately.

Noble on the other hand, much like Ann Marie, likes things clean and orderly. He is quick to put his shoes away in the shoe caddy when he comes in the house. He will gladly put all his toys away. He runs to get a rag to wipe up anytime he spills water or anything else. When he has a stinky diaper he immediately goes over and gets a box of wipes and takes one out to try to wipe himself and then tells me "Mama, I stinky." He likes his nose and face and hands to be clean. If he is drawing and gets some marker or ink on his hand he will want it wiped off. He is happy to help clean any room. One of his favorite toys is the toy vacuum. He also loves the real vacuum and will pull it out and pretend to vacuum the floor. He is going to be a great cleaner someday.

He is obedient by nature. Some kids will do exactly the opposite of anything you tell them to do. If you say to go inside they run the other way. I have one like this. It almost works better to ask her to do the opposite of what you want her to do. But Noble is not like this. Lately we have been playing out in the street out front since the weather has been good. I have been pleasantly surprised at how obedient Noble is about going to the sidewalk and staying there whenever a car is coming. He also will turn his trike around and come back toward me when I call to him that he is going too far away. I find this unusually obedient. I don't even have to get up and go turn his bike around. He just comes back. I LOVE this. Especially when I am 9 months pregnant and it isn't so easy to get up and get him.

He is loving. He is starting to talk more and I love to hear him tell us that he loves us. I love that he is generous with his kisses. I love that when we say his prayers he remembers to say everyone in the families name, Camille and grandparents included. I love that he is loving to the baby dolls in our house and the stuffed animals. Maybe that isn't very "boy" but I think it is a good sign of a gentle nature which I count as a huge strength in a man.

I love discovering these gems in my son. And I love when I see a new one pop up in one of my daughters these days. Somehow they feel like priceless jewels in the crown of a mother's glory even though we really have nothing to do with creating them.

Here are a few photos of my little guy watching his favorite show and mine, Little Bear.

Oh I've been discovered taking photos!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Links and Update

I have been doing lots of sitting lately. So I have been checking my email frequently and visiting a few sites here and there. Here are a few sites that have come to my attention in my inbox that I want to share.

My friend Emily has started a new crafty type blog. I don't have that crafty talent but I enjoy seeing what others create (and buying it if I like it.) Emily makes yummy food and shares her recipes and cute crafty things that she sells or teaches others how to make on this new blog. If that sounds up your alley go check her out at HERE.

Another family is experiencing the crippling pain of fresh grief after their fourth daughter Samantha Marie died on Sunday. She was just 2 months old. Knowing full well the power of many prayers, I ask you to take a minute and say one now for this sweet family.

On a separate note, I had my 2nd to last Dr. appointment today. Nothing is happening. Snickerdoodle looks good but I am not having contractions and my body is not starting labor anytime soon. Oh well. I am still 8 days away from having this baby out of my insides and in my arms. That is the update from here. Happy St. Patty's day everyone!

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Shuffle, Shuffle, Waddle, Waddle

With only 9 days left to go before we get to meet the little son making me hurt day and night, I am finally starting to get excited for a baby. Really, I have mostly been looking forward to the impending birth as an end of my pain. I haven't thought too much about the little baby we will be getting in trade. But as the time is growing near I have felt the need to get ready.

It seems each day it gets harder to walk or sleep or get up and down now so I have been trying to get things prepared before it gets worse. This weekend we picked up a crib from my mom and dad and a small dresser they weren't needing anymore. Jon put them up in Lauren's room. (She doesn't sleep there. But her clothes and things are there. She prefers to sleep with Annie and Sabrina in their room in their pull out trundle.)

I had purchased a couple of extra crib sheets for this second crib. So we put the new crib sheet on. Then a couple of days ago we moved Noble's sound machine and blankets and babies (he likes to sleep with 2 baby dolls) over to the new crib. He started sleeping in that room that day and was happy about the change. He helped Lauren to bring all his clothes over to the new dresser. He was excited. He loves to help. He seems to understand that this is his new room and his new dresser. I just wish it weren't a pink room. (Lauren's choice when we moved here.)

I have thought about painting it for him but as soon as the baby starts to sleep through the night Noble will be moving back into the nursery. So I figure he will just have to be in the "pink room" for about 9 months.

Today I laundered all the baby clothes and folded them and put them in the nursery dresser. I think that has really started getting me excited for the little guy who will soon be wearing them. They seem so tiny and yet I know so often those tiny clothes seem huge on a newborn.

The days pass one by one, though sometimes it seems time is standing still. I hear the words of Shakespeare echoing in my mind ... Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day. And yet I am treasuring each day, each moment with my little family and my little children as I see them growing and changing right before my eyes.

Shuffle, shuffle, waddle, waddle, I move forward with time as best I can day after endless day.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Strength and Humility

I come from a long line of very strong personalities. Not that all of them were without grace or tact, some of them had those gifts in abundance. But many of my progenitors were type A, Red, opinionated, leader type people. As you can imagine these genes have been passed down in varying degrees to my generation and I can even see them in my some of my children.

For the most part, I am grateful for this streak of genetic strength. I am grateful to read accounts of my ancestors sticking to their beliefs in the face of great trial. I smile to think of my great great grandfather being the first to volunteer to make a 100 mile trip to join the Mormon Battalion. And I am even more pleased that when the appointed time came to leave and make the trip to join the group and he was the only one to show up, he started out on his own.

I gain strength from reading accounts of another ancestor, a butcher by trade, who, though starving enough to be boiling and eating his leather saddle bag, would not slaughter a mule he was delivering from a friend to his wife.

But I think the stories of my ancestors that teach me the most and that to me show the most strength are when these strong leader type personalities submit humbly to correction or instruction. To me there is no greater strength than submitting humbly to the will of the Lord, especially when it goes against what your will is. I think this humility is a most Christ like characteristic. I strive to develop it more fully in my life.

When Jonathan and I got married, one of the best pieces of advice the person who sealed us gave us was, "remember it is more important to have peace in the home than to be right." That has been invaluable advice to me. I think following this advice takes that same type of humility. It is like obeying your parents even when the instruction they have given you seems or is unneeded or trivial.

I hope I can develop that attribute more fully so that I can be moldable and teachable in the Lord's hands. I can practice by more fully accepting the council of my husband and my ecclesiastical leaders. Whether it is my Relief Society President, my Bishop, my Stake President, or one of the General Authorities, I can make myself more teachable by following their counsel, even when I don't understand or even fully agree with it. To me, that is the ultimate show of strength.

Yesterday we had ward council and we were given counsel from our leaders that I could easily say, "well, that doesn't apply to me because I am 9 months pregnant and I have all these kids so I don't have time to do that." But my great, great grandfather also could have gone back home when he saw he was the only one who showed up to make the long journey to join the Mormon Battalion. It would have been reasonable to do so. But I think I will choose to make journey of obedience, regardless of my own feelings about the degree of importance of the counsel in my own life.

And when we have General Conference in a few weeks, perhaps I will be a bit more moldable and ready to receive the counsel that will be given to me then.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Motherhood - Chapter 9 - Heroes

Motherhood gives women a new inner fierceness that many don't even know they have. It is the "mama bear" fierceness. You only see the full effects of it when your child or children are in danger. And then you will surprise yourself at what you will do to protect and defend your child.

I remember the first time I felt this. Sabrina was just a toddler and Annie was a babe literally in my arms. We were in California out in front of our house playing with our neighbors across the street. I remember Sabrina was out in the street (I can't remember if she was just playing or had run out). Then a big huge truck came speeding down the street with no regard for the speed limit.

Here I was with my baby in my arms and I ran into the street to grab Sabrina. I am not sure if I expected I would be able to pick Sabrina up (because I couldn't have without dropping my baby) or if I was single handedly going to stop that truck. But at that moment, I just acted to get to my child regardless of my own safety. Luckily the truck saw me and slowed down in time for me to get Sabrina out of the street. And then I thought how stupid it was for me to put all three of us in the path of the truck. But I guess it ended up a good thing since the truck saw me easier than it would have a little toddler.

Yesterday my sister-in-law Nikki wrote to me about a hero of a mother, Kim Beck, who was not as lucky. She had all 5 of her kids aged 10 and under in her van. She saw the family dog out and took the van out of gear and jumped out to grab the dog and put him away. In the midst of that, she realized with horror that only a mother can imagine that her van was rolling backward in Neutral instead of Park.

She jumped behind the van to stop it. I am sure she felt that Mother Bear instinct that I felt that day jumping out into the street in front of that speeding truck. But she was not strong enough to stand against all the weight of the van. It ran over her and stopped on top of her chest. All the children were safe, but Kim was not. She was pronounced brain dead in the hospital and her organs, including her mother heart were donated to save other lives.

To me this woman epitomizes a Mother Hero. She acted to save her children. She died doing so. And then she continued to save lives after her death by donating her organs. I am so saddened for her husband, children, siblings and parents who must face the days, weeks, months, and years ahead without her. I hope those reading will go read about Kim HERE and show her family some love at this time of such great pain and grief.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

36th Week: Guess Snickerdoodle's stats

Tomorrow I will be 37 weeks pregnant. When I made Noble's baby book I got to see a photo of myself at 36 weeks pregnant with Noble. Here is that photo for you all:

So just for comparison I took some photos of myself at 36 weeks and 2 days with this little Snickerdoodle. Here are a couple of those:

The first one is Jon's view and the second I took of myself, obviously,  in the mirror. Note my hair. Later that day I went to see my sister in law Diana and she chopped it off for me.

Here is what I look like this morning, a day before 37 weeks:
Here is a closer up on the new hair.
So today I am 16 days away from giving birth. I am officially due on March 31st. I have never had a baby before my due date. I don't really want to have another baby in April. That is the month Camille was born and I want to save that month as hers. I like to focus the month on Easter and Camille. Jon and my anniversary is March 27th. So I have decided that I am going to have the doctor induce me on March 25th. I would rather spend the next 18 years planning birthday parties before my anniversary and then being able to relax and enjoy time with Jonathan rather than spending my anniversary stressing out about a birthday party.

I know it sounds silly to induce for all those reasons, but I live so far from the hospital that the Dr. wants to induce me anyway and I am in so much pain with this pregnancy that I am fully voting for the sooner the better. Some mornings I wake up and think, "geez, can I just get the epidural now?" Noble's pregnancy was so much easier. I was so much stronger and in so much less physical pain. Doing pilates really helped me physically with that pregnancy. This one I was sick for so long that by the time I felt well enough to get back to pilates I was already 7 months and didn't feel good about starting to exercise at that point.

Anyway, so I scheduled to be induced at 4 a.m. on March 25th. I will be 39 weeks and 1 day. My last 3 babies I have been just a couple days over my due date. Noble was 8 lbs. 12 ozs. Camille was 7 lbs. 7 ozs. and Lauren was 9 lbs. 4 ozs. I was a full week over my due date with Ann Marie and she was 8 lbs. 6 ozs. and Sabrina's due date was questionable but she was 7 lbs. 14 ozs. Their heights ranged from 19 to 21.5 inches.

So does anyone want to guess how big this baby will be? Let's see who can guess closest!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Motherhood - Chapter 8 - Memory

Several weeks ago my husband and I watched an episode of 60 minutes where they highlighted people who could remember every waking minute of their lives in perfect detail. They could remember what they had for dinner on any insignificant day of any year and what they were thinking and whom they were with and what was said by everyone at the table.

In some ways this seemed like a super power. It was really incredible. Most everyone who they had found who had this gift (I think there were about 6) loved having it. Sure there were some negatives. Like the fact that if someone asked them about an emotionally difficult day or time of their life, they would refeel all those feelings as if they were right back in that moment. But they also got to relive all the happy moments in the same way too.

I have to admit, I went to sleep a bit envious that night. How I wish I could remember every sweet and precious moment of my motherhood experience. Of course I feel this way especially about my time with Camille. Without new memories to create everyday, I feel like in my fading memory I lose a shade of her more every day.

But I would love also to remember in perfect detail lots of little details like pretty much every moment of holding Sabrina when she was newly born. I would love to be able to recall with perfect detail Annie's voice and all the words and reason she used when she was just a year old. I would love to be able to hear Lauren's little girl voice in my head at any given moment. And I would remember every minute of Noble's cuteness right now.

This morning as I woke I had a memory come back to me. It is not a perfect memory. I don't remember even which year it was 2006 or 2007. I am pretty sure it was 2007 and I am pretty sure it was in the late spring of that year. But I unfortunately do not have perfect recall. We were living at my parents house and they were on their mission in Kenya.

What I do remember is that the grass in their extensive backyard was a bit long and blooming. It was a beautiful day weather wise. (Which pretty much means it had to be Spring sometime.) The girls and I were outside in the backyard and there were hundreds of ladybugs all flying around in the grass. It was magical. It was a sweet day and I wish so much that I could remember this and all the other sweet simple moments of motherhood with perfect detail.

I believe that someday I will have this gift. I believe we all will. Someday when this mortal life is behind us, I believe we will be able to perfectly recall every moment of our mortal lives. I look forward to that day. And that makes me think about something one of these women with perfect autobiographical recall said about how this gift has affected the way she lives her life. She said that she tries to make every moment count, because every moment is one she will remember forever so she tries to make the most of them.

I could do better at that. Every moment is one that one day I will remember. My moments are finite. My moments with my children here in my home and at these ages are gone as soon as they are experienced. I want to be better about making the most of these moments so that my memories will be sweet. And hopefully by writing some of them down I will be better able to remember a few of them while here in this life.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Top Book Picks

Thanks for all the great book suggestions. Someone suggested a post on my favorite books. I found it highly interesting that some of my favorite books were included in some of the suggestions that came in from some of you with wonderful literary taste. :)

In trying to think of my top 5 favorite books I got a little anxious because I like several different genres of books and it is hard to compare a classic to a quick read the I love. Does that make sense? So I am going to do my top books in various categories instead. It just helps me organize my brain better and it will let you know the genre and if you like that genre you can look into it more.

So let's start with "The Classics"
1) East of Eden by Steinbeck
2) Grapes of Wrath by Steinbeck
3) Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin
4) Much Ado About Nothing by Shakespeare
5) Great Expectations by Dickens
6) Little Women by Alcott

Historical Fiction:
1) These Is My Words by Nancy Turner
2) The Agony and The Ecstasy by Irving Stone
3) The Work and the Glory Series by Lund
4) The Tennis Shoes Series by Heimerdinger

1) John Adams by David McCullough
2) Truman also by McCullough
3) The Blind Side by Michael Lewis
4) The Message by Lance Richardson

Teen / Fantasy / Science Fiction:
1) Twilight Series
2) The Hunger Games Series
3) Maze Runner Series
4) I am Number Four
5) The Mistborn Series
6) Harry Potter Series

I could probably keep adding to these lists for quite a while. But I have to pick up the Kindergarten crew from school now so I will stop. I am going to look into the Ladies Detective agency as many of you suggested that. I also picked up a couple of the other books you suggested. Looking forward to reading them.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Chain Emails - What to think about when sitting.

What do you do when you get one of those chain emails? I have gotten these countless times from lots of my good friends over the years. Years ago when I first got them and if they were something I thought might be a good idea (like the recipe exchange one) I would go ahead and send them along. But I never once got a single thing back from them.

So then when I got them I felt bad not keeping up the chain because I didn't want to let the person down who was expecting something but I also didn't want to obligate any of my friends to keep the chain going. I came up with a new solution. Now when I get one of these I email back the person who sent it to me and tell them I just don't do any chain things and if it is for a recipe thing or something simple like that I send a couple of recipes along with my email so they can get something out of it.

What do you do? And who starts these things?

I know this is a random post but it is what popped into my head when I was thinking about what to write about today. I have spent much of today sitting. I sit a lot lately. My pelvis is coming apart and it hurts to walk or do anything else that requires me to lift one leg without the other. So I have been sitting.

I need a good book to read. I just ordered a few off Amazon. Some Deeanne Gist novels I haven't read. I like her books because they are set in historical settings and they are clean. I also ordered another that Amazon recommended. We'll see about that one.

Other than that I have watched my fair share of Little Bear with Noble. He is napping now. I am obviously scrapping for blogging subjects. Any suggestions?

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

It is March!!!

I don't think I have been this excited to welcome the month of March since 1999 when I knew I was getting married in March. I have been singing and dancing "24 days till we have a baby! 24 more days!" all around the house and to the kids this morning.

So bring it on March winds and March madness and March everything else. I welcome you all!