Monday, October 29, 2012

She got baptized

What's that you say? You haven't seen enough pictures of me and the various members of my immediate/extended family?!?! Well then have I got a post for you!

We baptized the lone heathen of the family on Sunday, here is her last picture pre-christianized:
Pre-Mass picture chaos trying to get a Christmas card pic-- this is pretty much the best one and I care so little that I think we're just going with it.

Here's a glimpse at some of the other Bernadette/Naomi-gems:
What can I say, we're a photogenic family

Then we got to baptizing:

Lucy performed beautifully-aka-she slept through the entire thing
God parentals

Grand parentals
And I was the worst and took nearly no pictures during the baptismal shindig, except for documenting Lucy's popularity with the 3-and-under female crowd.
I really think it's going to her head

Friday, October 26, 2012

Postpartum quick takes

Joining Mrs. Fulwiler and many others for some not-so-quick takes from this not-so-quick mind of mine. And too many pictures. Have fun!

1) After spending an absolutely fabulous week with my mother-in-law, Mike and I have been trying out having 3 kids on our own this week until my parents arrive tonight. Before I move on too fast here are some super cute photos from the MIL visit so that we don't forget just how wonderful it was:
Helping Bernadette not accidentally gouge one of Lucy's eyes out minutes after arriving home from the hospital.

Nana reading Charlotte's Web to Naomi (her mini-me), they got about half way through and of course I have not quite carried the torch as I might have promised I would #worstmotherever

It was so great to have her here and her help was invaluable. Love postpartum days.

2) I feel absolutely fantastic. I was telling Mike all of my favorite things about not being pregnant and explaining why the worst sleep deprivation with a nursing newborn is 100% better than the discomforts of pregnancy (especially my last few weeks of this pregnancy) so that he can remind me in a few weeks when I am dealing with week upon week of no sleep. He promised that he would.

3) I have decided to try to keep our days as normal as possible in the in between time before my parents' visit, including taking the girls to several play dates, making "normal" (if my normal you mean frozen) meals, and trying to keep the house not overwhelmingly disgusting. It is working, but it *may* be due to the fact that the youngest is 10 days old and still sleeps 92% of the day. Maybe. Or maybe I am awesome.

4) In order to fuel my "keeping things normal" fire, I have been drinking substantially more coffee, especially now that I like the taste of it. I splurged at the store today and picked up some Dunkin' Donuts Pumpkin Spice coffee, and just in case you were wondering if it is overkill to drink pumpkin spice coffee with pumpkin spice creamer, the answer is a resounding NOOOOOO. There can never be too much pumpkin. Or, I may have a problem.

5) I am starting to feel bad for Naomi and Bernadette because I feel sure that I did not enjoy their newborn-ness like I am enjoying Lucy's. I was a twitching ball of anxiety when Naomi was a newborn and on too many pain meds the first few weeks of Bernadette's life to even remember how it was. But I could seriously sit and stare at Lucy all day and I DO NOT WANT HER TO GET BIGGER. Ever.

6) I will use the last 2 takes to overload you with pictures of our farewell to nice weather last night. While Mike and I were dating we bought a kite on one of our dates and flew it together. We still have it and have taken the girls out several times to fly it. Last night's attempt was our biggest success I think, which was great because I'm pretty sure it was the last really nice day we are going to have for a loooooong time.

First here are the blasts from the past:
Me looking not-at-all awkward during our date many moons ago/And Mike during a successful fly last year with both girls
7) And last night's success with one extra child:
the assembly and most likely disproportionate excitement.

Trying to fly it...


And some blurry proof that we were there
Have a fab friday!!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Lucy's Birth: The Whole Thing

In order to *fully* document the birth of Lucy, I must start on the day of my 36 week check-up (technically I was 36 weeks 5 days). Also, this may have to take place in installments--I hope it doesn't come to that--but I am going to try my darnedest to get this thing typed and just give it to you straight, so you're not left hanging. I hate cliff hangers. So it may need to be divided into chapters, but at least you will have it at your birth-story-loving finger tips.
Already one week old, dressed in naomi's baby doll dress, best ever

Chapter 1: Prodromal Labor is the Worst

I woke up that morning feeling, um, different. My typical waddle had gone from duck-like to very-very-pregnant-duck-about-ready-to-drop-a-dozen-eggs-any-day. I was feeling really yucky and my braxton hicks had kicked it up a notch. I was super glad I had an appointment that day where I knew that the Doc would be checking to see if I was dilated. I was guessing--based on how I was feeling--that I would be (at least a little), but I was also bracing myself for the reality that I may not be dilated at all and that all this "feeling different" stuff would end up being in my head. The doctor would also be doing an ultrasound that day to double check that the baby's head was down, since my last baby was a c-section due to her being very breech.

I hopped in the car sans kids (muchas gracias, Mike), excited to be out without them and excited to see little Lucy on the ultrasound. Cue the appointment: Doctor goes to check me first, then we'd do the ultrasound. Her eyes open widely and she exclaims with surprise that I am already a whopping 4 cm dilated and 70% effaced and there is no need to do an ultrasound since she can feel the head- it is right there. "4 flipping cm?!?!?! Can I just have her now??"--was the thought going through my head. I was 5 cm when I went in to give birth to Naomi. I was totally shocked and super excited, I figured the most I would have been was a 3, but FOUR?!?! This was monumental. Or so I thought.

I called Mike to share the news, then I called my doula to give her the update. I felt sure we would be having this baby by 37 weeks and that there was no way I would be going in for another doctor appointment. I was still contracting fairly regularly all day that day and feeling really gross. The next day would be Bernadette's birthday and I started getting really excited about the thought of them sharing a birthday- maybe they would! Or not.

The contractions continued, getting stronger and stronger, and woke me up around 11 the night after my appointment. I started timing them- 5 minutes apart, 1 minute each. While laying awake I timed them for about an hour, then got up to tell Mike that I thought it might be time to ask his sister and her husband to come over so that we could leave for the hospital. We called her, and I got up and started getting stuff ready to go, and just like that the contractions started spreading out and getting weaker. Great. Mike's sister and her husband got to our place around 12:30am and by then the contractions had pretty much stopped. BLURG! Since we thought that my labor might pick back up and that we might still be going to the hospital that night, we had them stay over. Long story short: no more strong labor, no trip to hospital, baby not born.

The entire next day as we celebrated Bernadette the contractions kept up, confusing the heck out of me, so I finally called the doctor who said it sounded like early labor but that they would need to pick up in intensity for me to go in to the hospital. So I did lots of squats, ran up and down the stairs as many times as I could, crawled around on the floor as much as possible, and rested a little. Nothing.

I will just say this: prodromal labor (<--read the link!) sucks. I remembered hearing about it and just hoped so hard that it would never happen to me. However, it only took a couple of these awful false alarms-- including our doula coming to our house and one hospital trip (I was told I was still just 4 cm and so was sent home)--to realize that this is exactly what were dealing with. Well, that and my doula flat out saying that is was prodromal labor during one of our false alarms.

last preggy pic taken @ 38 weeks

Chapter 2: Getting Things Going

So what does one do when one has a baby not quite in the right position and is having painful, time-able contractions every day, all day? Well I hung upside down off the couch, crawled around as much as I possibly could, did lots of lunges, squats, running up and down stairs, swimming, walked 3 miles with the girls in the double stroller, bounced on the edge of the bed a lot, ate spicy foods and pineapple, drank some caster oil, and prayed a thousand Memorares that my water would just break so that then at least they'd have to keep me at the hospital and we'd know the baby was actually coming. Eventually it all worked.

Last Sunday-- one week ago yesterday-- things got real. I did not let myself think they were real;  I was NOT going to be able to withstand the embarrassment of going to the hospital and getting sent home again.

As we were putting the girls to bed, my contractions finally started feeling serious. I had been timing them all day (what else was new?) but now they were finally to the point where I couldn't say nighttime prayers with Mike and the girls. I tried to go to sleep right after the girls went down, but every 5 minutes one would come and wake me up. I would breath through it and try again to sleep. This kept up until around 3 a.m. Now some were coming 3 minutes apart, but I was still sure that the second we loaded up to go to the hospital they would stop. But then one came that really hurt. So I rolled out of bed onto the floor to breathe through it and POP went my water. YAY!!!!!! I was absolutely thrilled. Thrilled and terrified.

Chapter 3: At the Hospital

When Naomi was born my water had broken, and it had immediately made my contractions get crazy, so I knew this was going to greatly intensify things. And it did. We called Mike's sister and her husband and this time we had something real to tell her. We got in the car and left for the hospital.

As expected, the good folks at the hospital didn't initially believe that my water had broken (this had happened with Naomi too), but their doubts were soon put to rest and we got settle in to have this baby. Well, sort of.

I was on the fence about whether I wanted to try to do the natural tub-birth thing that I had done with Naomi or just get an epidural. I was leaning entirely toward the epidural route- especially after weeks of early labor and then a whole night of no sleep and labor-- but this hospital only has one tub and you have to get into that room if you want to use it. So, we went first to the tub room to play it safe. They checked me to see how far I was. STILL ONLY 4 CM?!?! What the H??!? My contractions were already feeling so strong, and I decided that I couldn't face the prospect of laboring indefinitely.  So I promptly left the tub room, opting for the epidural route instead.

At this point it was about 4:30am and we were told it would be at least an hour before we would be getting the epidural. I was disappointed about this, but it was ok because I could still talk in between contractions and stay fairly relaxed during them. However, the anesthesiologist could not have come at a better time because after that hour was up this was NOT the case anymore. These contractions were getting mighty crazy, and it was quite the feat to stay still and relaxed while the nice man stuck my back with that needle. But it was oh so worth it.

The epidural was in and doing its thing by 6 a.m. and I was able to sleep-- SLEEP!-- while in active, crazy labor! I was in heaven. I was only worried that the epidural would slow things down and that they'd have to give me pitocin (we took a Bradley class during my first pregnancy and I was adequately schooled on all the many dangers and evils of the epidural). Anyways, around 7:20am Mike decided he should probably run home to give his sister the girls' car seats. I figured this was fine since I was sure we had a couple more hours of labor left and we only live 10 minutes from the hospital. I gave him the OK and he left.

Chapter 4: The Birth

At 7:30am, an hour and a half after I got the epidural, the doctor came in to check me again. "Oh my, you're fully dilated and ready to push," she exclaimed. WHAT THE H AGAIN?!?!?!?! I explained that my husband had just left and that I would realy really like it if he could be there for the birth. She calmly responded that, since I wasn't really feeling any of the contractions or the need to push, we could just wait for Mike to return. Besides, she said, she wanted to shower beforehand anyways.

I called Mike immediately to give him the deats, and luckily he was already almost back to the hospital. He made it with a few minutes to spare, so we sat together and let it sink in that we'd be seeing our new daughter within the next 10 minutes- as if it is possible for something that to actually sink in.
About 5 minutes before little Lucy made her grand entrance into the world

The doctor eventually walked in looking refreshed and ready to catch a baby. I am still a little confused and shocked that I could just sit there with a baby practically hanging out (sorry, that was a gross word-picture), but seriously. I got all ready to do a "practice push," but it only took the doctor one look to see I would not be needing any practice- the baby was about to come out. So I pushed once, I pushed twice, and I pushed a nice big third time, and out she came! On October 15, 2012, at 8:10 in the morning, 38 weeks 4 days -- and with 2 full weeks of early labor-- little Lucy Josephine was ready to come out.

Praise. The. Lord.

And our lives will never be the same.
please keep the focus on the sweet daddy staring at baby and not sleep-deprived mother's face

Friday, October 19, 2012

Friday to Friday update, quick style

Last Friday feels like it was a month ago, so to reassure myself-and the world-that time has not shifted from it's traditional seconds, minutes, hours, days method of moving, I'll just go over our week with some takes:

1) I toyed with and executed the idea of heading to campus to watch the ND marching band's march out- it was awesome.

Whether Bernadette thought so or not
Just keeping things exciting.

2) Saturday my fab sis-in-law watched the girls for me to go have my feet violently messaged and toenails painted...
Leaving me confused as to what I think of purplish-black polish (trashy or classy?)

3) Then we traveled to our favorite burger place and I ate about 1/2 pound of jalapenos on my burger to try to kick labor into real gear.

4) The next day I went into labor and Monday had a baby. No biggy.

More on that later.

5) Then of course several days were spent eating delectable hospital foods, laying around and enjoying staring at the cutest babe ever. And perhaps inhaling a bag of peanut m&ms and lime-a-ritas from my hospital perch.
care of the best friend ever, obviously.
6) Yesterday I turned 39 weeks UN-pregnant, oh glorious day.
7) And now I am sitting watching Lucy's 2 big sisters play whilst my saintly-best-mother-in-law-ever holds the tiny one and cooks dinner for us. I am not sure if it gets any better than this.

So it really has just been one week since last Friday, and this proves it. Mission accomplished.
For more, go to Jen. Happy Friday!!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Lucy Josephine Hahn

I just ate 2 sugar cookies next to a child who didn't ask me for a bite. New favorite? We'll see...

Hat off/Hat on

Birth story to come. Thank you all so much for the encouragement and prayers, we are so so so happy she is here.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Triumphant, quick return

1) Well, I took a week off of blogging. I'd like to say that I "unplugged," like so many of you good folks do, to recenter myself. However, that would be a lie. I was still reading all of your blogs, checking facebook 145,678 times a day, and keeping constant tabs on my email in case any one at all from the outside world contacted me.

2) No, the reason for my absence is this:
My children went crazy. I believe the term Mike used for them all week was "batcrap"-- replace the italicized word with the good old fashion expletive, it is much funnier.

Just last Friday we were at a friend's house for dinner and I was going on about how great the girls have been, playing so well together and how they have really turned a corner, blahblahblah. BAM.

They stopped. Stopped liking each other. Stopped liking not to scream. Stopped liking to wear pants. Stopped liking to listen to me or Mike, ever. Stopped all things good. They just stopped. It is possible that the friends placed a inadvertent curse upon us as we were sitting there bragging- I probably would have done that, too.

And I am not going to say that things have gotten or will ever get better. You will never hear me say that out loud.

3) I honestly blame the hormones- I think the girls can smell the crazy. Things are feeling a little bit too much like this:

I am now a full 38 weeks pregnant and have approached a place of despair and sad acceptance that I will really and truly be pregnant forever. While I was complaining to Mike yesterday about how awful it is, he said "Well, I wouldn't discount the possibility that God has has it out for you" (he always knows how to put my overly dramatic whining into perspective).

4)  Luckily I had some diversion this week in the form of Grace visiting the Bend for a few days and paying us a lovely visit. I contemplated putting Sebastian in my pocket (or a large duffel bag) and bribing Julia with copious fruit snacks to please stay with me, then stuffing Naomi and Bernadette into Grace's van. But my girls didn't have pants on and were running too fast around the house for me to catch them, so I decided I let her keep her kids. We didn't get any pics of the fun times, probably better for the overly-pregnant/crazy members of this household.

5) In other good news, I finally found some pumpkin spice creamer at the store yesterday. The taste of my coffee in the morning has universally been making me sick- no matter how "good" the coffee or creamer is. However, this morning, once I stirred in the pumpkin-y goodness, the clouds parted and I actually enjoyed something, I mean, my coffee.
and the world is now right
6) I am going to do a quick, shameless plug my for sister's etsy shop with this take. She makes fantastic, adorable cards for holidays, birth announcements or any occasion. Her Christmas cards are especially cute, check her out:
Click it here for more info
7) I think we may attempt a trip to Notre Dame this afternoon to get the full band experience. I am hoping it will kick me into labor- I hope that about everything. Although it may just terrify the child and make her want to stay in forever. We'll see.

Have a fab weekend and click over to Jen for more!

Friday, October 5, 2012

7 quick takes: Friday to Friday

Joining Jen and many others for some takes to fill you in on another always titillating week. 

1) I ran/walked Cari's virtual 5k using a method recommended by a friend a while ago to run for 30 seconds/walk for the 30 seconds... And didn't die!!!

2) We took the girls to play racquetball on campus, aka 10 minutes of letting them run around holding racquet's as big as their little bodies.

3) Celebrated a feast day with pie and delicious chicken, in reverse order, and a birthday with donuts and pizza (both of which I already posted about, cheater cheater....)

4) Watched the debate. LIES. No, I didn't. I was a champion and went to bed at 7:40 that night, but I've watched this a bunch of times, which I am sure is oodles more entertaining:

5) Turned 37 weeks pregnant yesterday. Not bad. I will spare you a photo, you are welcome.

6) To cope with the above listed, I took the girls to the mall today to eat my weight in the largest soft pretzels round these parts... I will again spare you the photo (imagine a large pregnant lioness feeding on her prey)

7) And watch them play on machines that you are supposed to pay for but we didn't.

I am really sorry if your heart stopped briefly whilst reading the excitement that is the life of this SAHM. That is what you get yourself into here.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

It's my burtday!!

Bernadette might be the sweetest sight to see today as we celebrate 2 years of her life.
When Mike walked into her room this morning, she was just sitting up in her crib announcing, "It's my burtday!!" I am thoroughly impressed with the fact that she always remembers how old she is turning when you ask her. Naomi still has to check with me sometimes when people ask her.
The highlight of the day was the cake that I managed to mash together. Every time I asked her what she wanted for her birthday for the past few weeks, the response was universally "my cake". So here it is, in the poorly-made flesh. It's a castle cake in case you were still sitting and wondering.

We started the day bright and early with the best donuts in the entire world, a South Bend treasure.

Then moved on to gift openning

She seriously squealed in some sort of delight as we handed her each present and then proceeded to say "Sank You!!!" unprompted after every. single. one. She also said "Is it possible?" while opening a few... no doubt she picked that up from dramatic elder sis.

Her favorite gift was a whole bunch of different animal sets given by Mike's parents, you can see some of her reaction here.

And we were surprised by some afternoon gift opening thanks to Grammy and Gramps Homol, including her very first pair of real live jeggings!! 
When she opened this she exclaimed, "OH... GREEN!"

We had a lovely birthday lunch of qusedillas and sour cream followed by the long awaited cake-eating:
Which did NOT disappoint even a little.

Her birth was not what we had planned out by any means and we've gone through some tough times with her entrance into toddler-hood, but I am now sitting and looking at her watching her favorite movie, wondering what the heck I ever did to deserve such an amazingly sweet, beautiful, unique little person as my own. I love love love you Beezie. 

Monday, October 1, 2012

Nailed it

Since being bitten by the nesting bug, I have all but given up all other forms of domestic recreation-- other than cleaning-- particularly in the form of making new good meals/baking tasty desserts/dressing myself in decent attire (Naomi looked at me today and said "mommy, are you all dressed in your rags?"- aka maternity sweat pants).

I haven't wanted to put forth too much effort, particularly in the kitchen because I don't want it to get dirty. Therefore, I just try not to make any messes with, you know, good cooking or baking. Luckily I have a husband who is fine with eating spaghetti on Monday, leftover spaghetti on Tuesday and Wednesday.... burritos on Thursday and leftover burritos for the rest of the week. That being said, I decided to go crazy tonight since it is my favorite Saint and my eldest daughter's name Saints' feast day and make something that we don't eat 3+ times a week every week AND that tastes good! PLUS a shnazzy dessert to go with it. I have to say that life does not seem so hard and all together difficult when you are eating something that you actually enjoy. I am being hard on myself, my burritos are really good...

I went real big tonight and made what I have discovered to be quite possibly the very best chicken I have ever tasted. The thing is, it is just the recipe on the back of the Bisquick box. (**note, I am not being paid by Bisquick to tell you about this, however if you know anyone who works for Bisquick, please tell them I would be more than happy to advertise for them in exchange for free goods).

I will just go ahead and share the recipe in case you happen to have the generic store brand baking mix or only half a bag sitting in the pantry because you threw the box away to save space, I would not want those of you to miss out on this goodness:

3 boneless skinless chicken breast halves
2/3 cup Bisquick baking mix
1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese
1/2 teaspoon garlic salt
1/2 teaspoon paprika
1 egg, slightly beaten
3 tablespoons butter or 3 tablespoons margarine, melted
Throw all the dry ingredients into a bag and mix around.
Here's the best part: all you have to do is toss the chicken in the egg mixture, put in the the bag with the dry stuff and go a little nuts coating in and then DUMP in onto a sprayed pan. Drizzle with butter. And bake. So easy and sooooooooooogood. 

I topped tonight's feast off with a special feast day apple pie complete with homemade crust. HOMEMADE CRUST. Sorry, I didn't know if you heard that. 

I didn't have shortening so I found this recipe for an all-butter crust. Now I am just sitting here wondering why the H anyone would ever use anything else but butter?? Is there an answer to that? This was seriously the best pie crust I have ever tasted. Maybe I just haven't eaten anything good in a while.
I just feel awesome. I am off to eat some pie. 
Adios from Bored Eater and Crazy Eyes McGee.