Miss Mary, you are so precious. Your daily hobbies include rocking on your knees, sometimes crawling backwards or like an inchworm, blowing many, many, many raspberries, and bopping around. Oh and of course huge, contagious smiles.
I think you are gonna be crawling by Christmas next week. Daddy thinks it'll be a little longer, but I think you're gonna take off any second. You try to crawl already, and you have the strength, but you just haven't figured out the rhythm. That's why you look like an inchworm. But you still can get to whatever toys you want and can take off any direction rolling in seconds. You love to try to crawl toward your big sis most of all.
The past week you tried sweet potato and squash. You hated both! You also tasted an apple slice and sucked on an ice cube -- those on the other hand you are a big fan of surprisingly. We missed your 6 month shots bc of Josie's dental cleaning, but we are going Tuesday to start to catch you up. I can't wait to see your measurements. You are huge and so healthy. I still can't believe you sit so easily and are so so soo ready to crawl. Your muscle tone is amazing.
You also picked up Jo's very heavy sippy full of water and lifted it to your mouth and started sucking. I was pretty amazed since you've never even tried a bottle yet and you knew how to get it to your mouth. You were however very surprised when water came out. You didn't really seem to enjoy that.
You also ripped the cord from my scapular the other day. When nursing you somehow always get your toes ahold of it and clinch it in your little fist. I love watching the little crucifix rest on your hand as you drift asleep -- but the other morning you yanked it and I had to get another. I can't wait to get you and Jo your own! Also I should note, your current favorite teether is a wooden, children's rosary; I don't think the Blessed Virgin minds. At least I hope not. :)
All and all I am amazed at how quickly and easily things come to you without any help from me. You have the most pleasant, sweet temperament; everyone always notices you despite of your quietness -- you are always grinning and have the most gorgeous soft, chubby cheeks. I know I am very blessed.
All my love,
Mom!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
My 5 Month Old Little Bean Bag
Let's see Little One. Right now you are falling fast asleep on my lap nursing. You are a great eater, but we still haven't tried any table food just yet. You seem pretty content with mom. As soon as you hit 6 months we'll try some stuff, though I have a feeling you will want it more than I will want you to have it; I am really very content to nurse. Today a lady at the store said you had beautiful eyes and at mass you always make people grin. You are the happiest, smiliest 5 month old there ever was.
You've been sitting now for a little while. Not sure when you first became able to sit because the first time I tried sitting you up, you just sat there looking at me as if to say, what like it's hard? But your sister was twice your age when she finally sat. Which just goes to prove my theory that fat babies have it easy. You just plop down like a little bean bag and there you sit. You don't realize it yet though I don't think because you will turn suddenly to see something and loose your balance -- BUT I am ecstatic to say that you naturally are already putting your hands out to catch yourself, to the front, sides, and even the back sometimes. What else can you do? Roll like a tornado. You have been getting up on all four already but you have no coordination with that yet and fall on your little face :) which is cute. OH and of course, you are already army crawling -- but only to get to your sister who you love beyond all else. I think the ranking is something like this 1) Josie 2) Elmo, 3) Nursing.
Anyway my sweet, lots of love,
Mom
You've been sitting now for a little while. Not sure when you first became able to sit because the first time I tried sitting you up, you just sat there looking at me as if to say, what like it's hard? But your sister was twice your age when she finally sat. Which just goes to prove my theory that fat babies have it easy. You just plop down like a little bean bag and there you sit. You don't realize it yet though I don't think because you will turn suddenly to see something and loose your balance -- BUT I am ecstatic to say that you naturally are already putting your hands out to catch yourself, to the front, sides, and even the back sometimes. What else can you do? Roll like a tornado. You have been getting up on all four already but you have no coordination with that yet and fall on your little face :) which is cute. OH and of course, you are already army crawling -- but only to get to your sister who you love beyond all else. I think the ranking is something like this 1) Josie 2) Elmo, 3) Nursing.
Anyway my sweet, lots of love,
Mom
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Milestones
Dear Little Mary girl,
You are amazing! You roll over like a pro and you are only barely 5 months old. You can get from one side of the room to the other in minutes flat, lol. Plus tonight you are pushing up on your arms -- and you're half asleep too. Pretty impressive.
Also, not to be ignored, at 6pm mass tonight, while we were quietly kneeling during the consecration you learned that you could blow raspberries. Well done. Very cute. I couldn't help laughing. Now that you've learned you can teach your sister!
This week you were baptized! Finally! Fr Eddie drove from Crawfordville and did the ceremony of this wonderful sacrament. Welcome to the church baby girl. So nice to be in a church for it rather than a NICU waiting on emergency transport. You were a little grumpy as it was close to 8pm by the time it started. You were so beautiful in your dress and bonnet -- really sweet. Very pretty. You didn't even cry when the water was poured over your head or when you were anointed (surprisingly). You were incredibly interested in the thing they pour water with. I think its supposed to be a clam shell but to be honest I didn't look at it besides noticing that it was golden. As Fr Eddie passed by your face over your head you tried to throw yourself backward just to get a look. This made us all giggle because it was so adorable of course!
Auntie Robyn and Uncle Derek were your godparents. They didn't hold you besides a couple quick screaming pics; you just don't like anyone but mama to hold you. It's ok with me.
After we went back to your Grandma W's and we had some random stuff and a very sad cake that didn't cool long enough bc I ran out of time. It was a lot of fun and Josie had a blast playing with everyone as she is a definite social butterfly. You kept to daddy's arms.
All in all a wonderful way to watch you grow and see you initiated into the church by the sacrament of baptism. Right now you are playing with a zebra's tail on your floor play mat. And now you are pushing straight up on your arms again and wishing you could get your legs coordinated enough to propel you forward. So ready to go!
You are amazing! You roll over like a pro and you are only barely 5 months old. You can get from one side of the room to the other in minutes flat, lol. Plus tonight you are pushing up on your arms -- and you're half asleep too. Pretty impressive.
Also, not to be ignored, at 6pm mass tonight, while we were quietly kneeling during the consecration you learned that you could blow raspberries. Well done. Very cute. I couldn't help laughing. Now that you've learned you can teach your sister!
This week you were baptized! Finally! Fr Eddie drove from Crawfordville and did the ceremony of this wonderful sacrament. Welcome to the church baby girl. So nice to be in a church for it rather than a NICU waiting on emergency transport. You were a little grumpy as it was close to 8pm by the time it started. You were so beautiful in your dress and bonnet -- really sweet. Very pretty. You didn't even cry when the water was poured over your head or when you were anointed (surprisingly). You were incredibly interested in the thing they pour water with. I think its supposed to be a clam shell but to be honest I didn't look at it besides noticing that it was golden. As Fr Eddie passed by your face over your head you tried to throw yourself backward just to get a look. This made us all giggle because it was so adorable of course!
Auntie Robyn and Uncle Derek were your godparents. They didn't hold you besides a couple quick screaming pics; you just don't like anyone but mama to hold you. It's ok with me.
After we went back to your Grandma W's and we had some random stuff and a very sad cake that didn't cool long enough bc I ran out of time. It was a lot of fun and Josie had a blast playing with everyone as she is a definite social butterfly. You kept to daddy's arms.
All in all a wonderful way to watch you grow and see you initiated into the church by the sacrament of baptism. Right now you are playing with a zebra's tail on your floor play mat. And now you are pushing straight up on your arms again and wishing you could get your legs coordinated enough to propel you forward. So ready to go!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Elmo and Mobility
Dear little Mary,
You are far too mobile for 5 months but I don't think you care what I think. You can roll long distances now. You absolutely refuse to sleep on your back and you reach out and grab whatever you are interested in without any trouble. You're pretty amazing. You also are in love with Elmo just like your big sister. No matter what is going on, you hear his voice and you stop what you are doing and stare at the big blob of red monster the entire time he's up there -- even while nursing -- which for the record, you are way too interested in every tiny sound to pay much attention to lately anyway. You make up for that during sleep though. You have to eat all night, but snuggling with you is one of my favorite things in the world. You are starting to do the seperation anxiety thing your sister never did but that I've read about. You barely even want Daddy to hold you. Your baptism is scheduled for Thursday the 18th with Fr Eddie, so hopefully you do not scream too much or for too long being held by someone else. You love water though and baths are your favorite. Mommy has given you licks off my spoon of a few things (lemon ice mainly) which isn't the "correct" way to go about first feeding, but Josie's entry to the world of feeding was nothing but unconventional so I figure, it can't matter too much. I am NOT starting you on infant cereal. That stuff has the worst texture. I will probably give you some cream of wheat depending on your iron levels, but mommy and daddy both love that so you might too!
Anyway, got to go as you are rolling across the floor and its just a matter of time before you find a cheerio.
Love Mommy <3
You are far too mobile for 5 months but I don't think you care what I think. You can roll long distances now. You absolutely refuse to sleep on your back and you reach out and grab whatever you are interested in without any trouble. You're pretty amazing. You also are in love with Elmo just like your big sister. No matter what is going on, you hear his voice and you stop what you are doing and stare at the big blob of red monster the entire time he's up there -- even while nursing -- which for the record, you are way too interested in every tiny sound to pay much attention to lately anyway. You make up for that during sleep though. You have to eat all night, but snuggling with you is one of my favorite things in the world. You are starting to do the seperation anxiety thing your sister never did but that I've read about. You barely even want Daddy to hold you. Your baptism is scheduled for Thursday the 18th with Fr Eddie, so hopefully you do not scream too much or for too long being held by someone else. You love water though and baths are your favorite. Mommy has given you licks off my spoon of a few things (lemon ice mainly) which isn't the "correct" way to go about first feeding, but Josie's entry to the world of feeding was nothing but unconventional so I figure, it can't matter too much. I am NOT starting you on infant cereal. That stuff has the worst texture. I will probably give you some cream of wheat depending on your iron levels, but mommy and daddy both love that so you might too!
Anyway, got to go as you are rolling across the floor and its just a matter of time before you find a cheerio.
Love Mommy <3
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Birth Story 6-15-10
Poor little Mary, already over 4 months old and I have neglected your blog. That's ok. I can remember very clearly what happened the day you were born.
I was supposed to be induced at 41 weeks. The pregnancy was incredibly healthy, my amniotic fluid looked awesome, baby was moving and showing signs that she was happy. Normally 42 weeks is the maximum gestation allowed, and although completely miserable, I was fully ready to have you out, I was also fully prepared to go the whole 42 weeks to make sure you were ready and healthy; however my OB was going out of town and wanted to schedule you to come at 41 weeks. The day I was scheduled to come in, I called and canceled: I could stick it out one more week (and you were so incredibly happy in there).
I wanted you out nonetheless, so I went to Fr Mike Nixon's first mass and had him bless you with the intention of a healthy birth and that you'd please come out on your own already. The doctor's office called to reschedule the induction at 42 weeks exactly, a Wednesday.
Monday night, around 10pm, I knew that I was going to have you soon. I was on FB (of course) and nearly got knocked off my chair with a strong contraction. Owwwww. However after a full day taking care of a toddler, we were pooped, so I said, ok baby you better be coming, but not til morning.
I laid in bed and no joke, every 20 minutes throughout the night I had a horribly crampy contraction. I called my doula and she said because I had an OB check up in the morning to go and see what he said after he checked me. In the morning I was 10 minutes apart and 100% sure you would be coming within the next 24 hours. I went into my OB's office and the ultrasound tech said she was sure he was going to admit me. I went in, got undressed, waited forever for the OB and guess what -- he didn't even check me.
I told him, "I am pretty sure the baby's coming."
He said "Well you're going to be induced tomorrow. I don't need to check you."
And so I said, "Yes well the contractions are about 10 minutes apart. I think the baby is coming soon. Today."
Still we left without being checked. I called the doula and she was pretty convinced now was not the time either (and she lived good hour away so she didn't want to make the trip for a false alarm when I was being induced the next morning).
Anyway, because I was so sure I'd be admitted, we had dropped Josie off with my mom. Since we were kidlet free, I wanted to see a movie. Toy Story 3 was due out any day... however it was still a few days from being out (UGH) so we went to see Shrek 3 instead... or 4 or whatever and it wasn't that good. But it was okay because during the movie my contractions went to 5 minutes apart. After the movie I called the doula and said I thought the baby was coming but I wasn't entirely sure since it felt different from the contractions I had with Josie (which I was induced by having my water broken).
Leaving the Tallahassee Mall I told Brian I was pretty sure we should get to triage. Brian said, "well didn't you want to get a soft pretzel from the other mall?" I of course did and since no one else was convinced I was having a baby, I figured I wasn't really in labor. My doula told me to keep walking so we drove to the other mall. I was in a LOT of pain and doubting myself incredibly.
We got to Governor's Square and I am lucky I didn't drop the baby there in front of Auntie Annes.
I could barely get IN the mall I was in so much pain but it was literally over 100 degrees out so I made it inside. I could not however make it to the pretzels so I told Brian to run to get it. He left me standing by the railing outside of Macys. I looked everywhere for a place to sit but the only bench anywhere was surrounded by a group of young black guys who were trying very hard to look really cool with their pants on the ground etc lol. Regardless, I limped over and sat on the corner of their bench and they all gave me the weirdest look ever and walked off obviously peeved at me. Then I proceeded to let one tear stream down my face. No one thought I was in labor but me and I didn't know what to do to convince everyone and I figured I was probably just overreacting or something. Pathetic I know.
So we made it back outside into the car and I told Brian to take me to triage to which Brian asked, "Do we have time to go pick up diapers at CVS to drop off with your mom."
I think I burst out crying at this point. "Take me to triage, now!" And Brian said something along the lines of, are you really sure because you don't want to go in and just sit around and stall labor etc. But being a good husband, we went to triage and I ate my pretzel in between contractions which were now 3-5 minutes apart.
Brian called the doula to say, maybe she should get down here. The doula said to let her know what triage says.
We got to the hospital and I barely could walk.We got to the counter and surprise, I had to refill out all the same paperwork I had previously done online. The lady checking me in at the counter was acting obviously annoyed at my lack of attention to her while filling out paperwork. I had to keep stopping every form and would stand and brace myself silently through the contraction and she kept snapping with me, "Uh hello? Do you need the date again? just sign this" etc. All I wanted to do was sit down.
They had me sit and wait for what felt like an eternity in the waiting room, Brian said it was 5 minutes. He went to get me a drink from the vending machine and I had already been taken back by the time he got back. I tried to hide the fact that the contractions were coming on top of each other pretty quick because I'm pretty sure people were looking at me.
Finally they called me back to pee in a cup and change into a gown inside triage. I could hardly walk and they wanted me to go into a bathroom with no chair -- nowhere to hang my clothes and undress by myself. I was at this point having a LOT of trouble standing. I burst into tears. Somehow I got the gown on and waddled down to the bed. Triage was oddly quiet and empty -- about 6pm on a Tuesday. The nurse asked if I thought I was having contractions. I said, I sure hope so. She checked me and said, "Girl you are a good 7 cm. That baby will be here in a couple hours." I got the biggest smile in spite of myself, Thank GOD. Tell the doula to get her butt down here NOW. They started an IV for antibiotics since I was Strep B positive.
The doctor oncall was a really lovely lady OB I had never met. I loved her. Mostly because she believed I was in labor. I told her how her colleague had not even checked me that morning (about 7 hours earlier) even though I told him I was sure I was about to have the baby. Of course all the nurses got a huge kick out of that. Everyone told me I handled pain really well. I think I remember other terms like, rockstar and badass. We were joking around and having a good time up until I was wheeled in the room and then I felt like I was literally climbing a wall. At this point I thought an epidural sounded REALLY good. And WHERE THE HELL was my DOULA? I totally blame my doula. I was 9.5 cm and she was not there so I said, screw it can you give me somethin for pushing still? They said, not a full epidural but something. I said thank you very much. They gave me something and the doula made it in as the anesthesia was being administered.
She still helped pass the time as we sat around not in pain waiting to push. My labor slowed with the epi just in time to get the 2nd dose of antibiotics they told me I probably wouldn't have time for. As it started I said I felt as though it was time to push. They checked and it was. I pushed for like 20 minutes (sooo much better than the 2 hrs pushing out Josie LET me tell you). My water broke like 2 seconds before Mary crowned. Everyone was saying, she's already pink and she's not even out yet.
She came out and didn't cry but they said, she's fine she's breathing so well and so pink it doesn't matter. She still isn't much of a crier. She was chunky and beautiful, 8 lbs 1 oz. really long but forgive me I forget the number at the moment. Late Tuesday night, June 15th 2010.
Mary you were BEAUTIFUL from the second I laid eyes on you!
I held you close to me skin to skin and within a couple seconds you had latched all by yourself. You literally picked your head up off of my chest and dropped it down and latched without any help in one try. The doula said she's never seen anything like it. She said she's seen the videos where babies latched themselves but never so quickly. You knew exactly what to do. And I couldn't stop look at you. You were so amazing.
After that they did all the checking and measuring and I was just stunned, in awe, and exhausted. I kept asking for a sandwich. I was STARVING. Someone had promised me a sandwich and I kept asking everyone. No one gave me a sandwich until I got settled onto the next floor and asked someone up there and they got the nurse from the delievery floor to bring me up one since it was her duty. haha. I didn't care I was so hungry.
And you nursed, piece of cake, all night (I even fell asleep holding you while you nursed, don't tell). I didn't let you go except for others to hold you.
I remember particularly everyone holding you and how excited they were, and Grandpa W held you the longest and then when my Uncle Mike came in to hold you, Grandpa asked if he could take you back and hold you some more.
And you checked out so healthy with the doctors. Pulse ox 96%. Rosy and pink.
Well that is your birth story my dear. Textbook straightforward and beautifully perfect! You don't know how relieving it was to finally be one of the moms to walk out of the hospital with their newborn, so happy.
I was supposed to be induced at 41 weeks. The pregnancy was incredibly healthy, my amniotic fluid looked awesome, baby was moving and showing signs that she was happy. Normally 42 weeks is the maximum gestation allowed, and although completely miserable, I was fully ready to have you out, I was also fully prepared to go the whole 42 weeks to make sure you were ready and healthy; however my OB was going out of town and wanted to schedule you to come at 41 weeks. The day I was scheduled to come in, I called and canceled: I could stick it out one more week (and you were so incredibly happy in there).
I wanted you out nonetheless, so I went to Fr Mike Nixon's first mass and had him bless you with the intention of a healthy birth and that you'd please come out on your own already. The doctor's office called to reschedule the induction at 42 weeks exactly, a Wednesday.
Monday night, around 10pm, I knew that I was going to have you soon. I was on FB (of course) and nearly got knocked off my chair with a strong contraction. Owwwww. However after a full day taking care of a toddler, we were pooped, so I said, ok baby you better be coming, but not til morning.
I laid in bed and no joke, every 20 minutes throughout the night I had a horribly crampy contraction. I called my doula and she said because I had an OB check up in the morning to go and see what he said after he checked me. In the morning I was 10 minutes apart and 100% sure you would be coming within the next 24 hours. I went into my OB's office and the ultrasound tech said she was sure he was going to admit me. I went in, got undressed, waited forever for the OB and guess what -- he didn't even check me.
I told him, "I am pretty sure the baby's coming."
He said "Well you're going to be induced tomorrow. I don't need to check you."
And so I said, "Yes well the contractions are about 10 minutes apart. I think the baby is coming soon. Today."
Still we left without being checked. I called the doula and she was pretty convinced now was not the time either (and she lived good hour away so she didn't want to make the trip for a false alarm when I was being induced the next morning).
Anyway, because I was so sure I'd be admitted, we had dropped Josie off with my mom. Since we were kidlet free, I wanted to see a movie. Toy Story 3 was due out any day... however it was still a few days from being out (UGH) so we went to see Shrek 3 instead... or 4 or whatever and it wasn't that good. But it was okay because during the movie my contractions went to 5 minutes apart. After the movie I called the doula and said I thought the baby was coming but I wasn't entirely sure since it felt different from the contractions I had with Josie (which I was induced by having my water broken).
Leaving the Tallahassee Mall I told Brian I was pretty sure we should get to triage. Brian said, "well didn't you want to get a soft pretzel from the other mall?" I of course did and since no one else was convinced I was having a baby, I figured I wasn't really in labor. My doula told me to keep walking so we drove to the other mall. I was in a LOT of pain and doubting myself incredibly.
We got to Governor's Square and I am lucky I didn't drop the baby there in front of Auntie Annes.
I could barely get IN the mall I was in so much pain but it was literally over 100 degrees out so I made it inside. I could not however make it to the pretzels so I told Brian to run to get it. He left me standing by the railing outside of Macys. I looked everywhere for a place to sit but the only bench anywhere was surrounded by a group of young black guys who were trying very hard to look really cool with their pants on the ground etc lol. Regardless, I limped over and sat on the corner of their bench and they all gave me the weirdest look ever and walked off obviously peeved at me. Then I proceeded to let one tear stream down my face. No one thought I was in labor but me and I didn't know what to do to convince everyone and I figured I was probably just overreacting or something. Pathetic I know.
So we made it back outside into the car and I told Brian to take me to triage to which Brian asked, "Do we have time to go pick up diapers at CVS to drop off with your mom."
I think I burst out crying at this point. "Take me to triage, now!" And Brian said something along the lines of, are you really sure because you don't want to go in and just sit around and stall labor etc. But being a good husband, we went to triage and I ate my pretzel in between contractions which were now 3-5 minutes apart.
Brian called the doula to say, maybe she should get down here. The doula said to let her know what triage says.
We got to the hospital and I barely could walk.We got to the counter and surprise, I had to refill out all the same paperwork I had previously done online. The lady checking me in at the counter was acting obviously annoyed at my lack of attention to her while filling out paperwork. I had to keep stopping every form and would stand and brace myself silently through the contraction and she kept snapping with me, "Uh hello? Do you need the date again? just sign this" etc. All I wanted to do was sit down.
They had me sit and wait for what felt like an eternity in the waiting room, Brian said it was 5 minutes. He went to get me a drink from the vending machine and I had already been taken back by the time he got back. I tried to hide the fact that the contractions were coming on top of each other pretty quick because I'm pretty sure people were looking at me.
Finally they called me back to pee in a cup and change into a gown inside triage. I could hardly walk and they wanted me to go into a bathroom with no chair -- nowhere to hang my clothes and undress by myself. I was at this point having a LOT of trouble standing. I burst into tears. Somehow I got the gown on and waddled down to the bed. Triage was oddly quiet and empty -- about 6pm on a Tuesday. The nurse asked if I thought I was having contractions. I said, I sure hope so. She checked me and said, "Girl you are a good 7 cm. That baby will be here in a couple hours." I got the biggest smile in spite of myself, Thank GOD. Tell the doula to get her butt down here NOW. They started an IV for antibiotics since I was Strep B positive.
The doctor oncall was a really lovely lady OB I had never met. I loved her. Mostly because she believed I was in labor. I told her how her colleague had not even checked me that morning (about 7 hours earlier) even though I told him I was sure I was about to have the baby. Of course all the nurses got a huge kick out of that. Everyone told me I handled pain really well. I think I remember other terms like, rockstar and badass. We were joking around and having a good time up until I was wheeled in the room and then I felt like I was literally climbing a wall. At this point I thought an epidural sounded REALLY good. And WHERE THE HELL was my DOULA? I totally blame my doula. I was 9.5 cm and she was not there so I said, screw it can you give me somethin for pushing still? They said, not a full epidural but something. I said thank you very much. They gave me something and the doula made it in as the anesthesia was being administered.
She still helped pass the time as we sat around not in pain waiting to push. My labor slowed with the epi just in time to get the 2nd dose of antibiotics they told me I probably wouldn't have time for. As it started I said I felt as though it was time to push. They checked and it was. I pushed for like 20 minutes (sooo much better than the 2 hrs pushing out Josie LET me tell you). My water broke like 2 seconds before Mary crowned. Everyone was saying, she's already pink and she's not even out yet.
She came out and didn't cry but they said, she's fine she's breathing so well and so pink it doesn't matter. She still isn't much of a crier. She was chunky and beautiful, 8 lbs 1 oz. really long but forgive me I forget the number at the moment. Late Tuesday night, June 15th 2010.
Mary you were BEAUTIFUL from the second I laid eyes on you!
I held you close to me skin to skin and within a couple seconds you had latched all by yourself. You literally picked your head up off of my chest and dropped it down and latched without any help in one try. The doula said she's never seen anything like it. She said she's seen the videos where babies latched themselves but never so quickly. You knew exactly what to do. And I couldn't stop look at you. You were so amazing.
After that they did all the checking and measuring and I was just stunned, in awe, and exhausted. I kept asking for a sandwich. I was STARVING. Someone had promised me a sandwich and I kept asking everyone. No one gave me a sandwich until I got settled onto the next floor and asked someone up there and they got the nurse from the delievery floor to bring me up one since it was her duty. haha. I didn't care I was so hungry.
And you nursed, piece of cake, all night (I even fell asleep holding you while you nursed, don't tell). I didn't let you go except for others to hold you.
I remember particularly everyone holding you and how excited they were, and Grandpa W held you the longest and then when my Uncle Mike came in to hold you, Grandpa asked if he could take you back and hold you some more.
And you checked out so healthy with the doctors. Pulse ox 96%. Rosy and pink.
Well that is your birth story my dear. Textbook straightforward and beautifully perfect! You don't know how relieving it was to finally be one of the moms to walk out of the hospital with their newborn, so happy.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
37 weeks
I'm so bad at updating.
Yikes I'm 37 weeks. I can't believe it, and I'm not remotely ready yet. Don't get me wrong, I'm ready to hold her, see her, kiss her, not be pregnant anymore -- but have I got the NB clothes out and washed them? Nope. I don't have my car seat yet. Oops. I don't even have any hospital bags packed and Josie's especially needs to be packed.
I'm getting nervous. I keep teetering between really just wanting to get this over with and being afraid because I know after you transition over there's no going back. Before Josie was born my life was normal and full of joy and then she was born and my life literally fell apart. So I keep telling myself it'll be ok. Not going to go through that again. But I have to make a very conscious effort to adjust my mood. I think I'm afraid to let myself bond too. Don't get me wrong, I'm addicted to her but at the same time, I keep thinking, wonder what's going to happen to make the bottom drop out THIS time. I hate feeling like that. Still making that positive effort.
Symptom-wise, I've been having crazy braxton-hicks off and on daily for like 2 weeks now (and prior to that but not as regularly). Sometimes I think they must be real contractions, but I'm not 100%. I'm such a doubtful person, I'm afraid I'm going to keep doubting myself until she's practically here and there will be no way my doula will make it in time. She's an hour away as it is.
Life has been kinda crazy for me lately. Well crazy for all of us. Brian's gone 90% of the day so Josie is missing him terribly and being cranky and poor Brian is going to get burnt out. He job hops, trying to please everyone, goes to school, comes home does his homework and then tries to show me he's still here for me by unloading the dishwasher or something and by then it's 1 am and I'm grouchy anyway and we just go to bed. So for him, its bad. Me, I am getting no socialization and struggling between nesting to sheer exhaustion and giving up because I feel useless against it all anyway. Josie is sweet as can be but her feeding issues are killing me. The retching, screaming, wriggling around while I try to vent her and relieve her while she tries to pull the tube out and kick it out of my hand (while full to the brim of stomach contents) is way too much stress for anyone. It's bad enough to have your child in pain but not to be able to do anything. Then add fear of the button being pulled out and having to deal with all those implications plus just trying to physically wrangle her down and try to soothe her... it's like supermom the engineer who has to manage the medical, mechanical, technical, emotional, physical ramifications plus my back is KILLING me and I'm leaning over her and in weird contortions and honestly, crying, because it's awful to see her like that and to realize that's just how life is now -- it's not normal and I'm all alone doing it for the time being and that's a lot of responsibility. Oh shoot -- this needs to be on Josie's blog. I knew it'd be difficult to figure out what post goes where. Oh well. But yep that's me today in a nutshell.
Mary is very responsive. A shadow makes her kick like crazy. Sound and she kicks like crazy. She jumps when a door slams. I had Josie on my lap tonight and Mary wiggled her way from one side of my stomach to the other where she had room. I thought that was cool. Not that there's much room. I measured 38 weeks at the 37 week appointment and I was only 36 weeks and 6 days!
She's coming. I really honestly think within a week or so. I feel it. But then again it would just figure for me to endure this pregnancy as long as possible and have the baby come during Brian's first exams around the week of the 24th. It's so weird to be on this side of it and not know. Everything is so unknown.
Well this I do know. I am sore as crap. Second pregnancies, at least this one, are hard. I hurt everywhere, not to complain too much but really. And she is getting bigger and bigger -- Dr Fron -- who we ran into at PT today (weird but cool) called she'd be a 7 pounder...whatever that means...I'm thinking 7 lb 10 oz or a little bigger. And kinda long. Honestly I don't care as long as she has a complete roof to her mouth and a working heart. And I really want her to stay with me and not need to visit the NICU. I'd also like (while I'm making this wish list) to not tear or for her to get stuck -- to NOT be induced, or have high blood pressure or a c-section. And praying quite often for everything to just go smoothly without complication and safely for me and her. And for her to be a her and not be an oops it's really a boy! Anyone else ever have that fear?
Anyway dear Mary, I love you. Be safe. Apparently I'm GBS positive so I will need antibiotics, so praying too that will be a non-issue. Dr Fron said yesterday that my pregnancy is "picture perfect" -- he actually said, "Your pregnancy couldn't be more picture-perfect. I'm going to get you to teach a class to my other patients on how to be pregnant."
Ha. Ha.
I know that's bc my weight is right at the recommended average -- 27 lbs so far. My iron is super. I have never been anemic though. I stopped taking my prenatals (bad) about a month ago, so oh well. Not bc I chose to or anything, just haven't remembered or cared to be overly faithful with it. I am more concerned to be getting my fish oil and vit B. I only take the prenatals for the iron generally anyway. I think too much vit A had something to do with Josie -- but then again that's a theory and no one will ever know. And besides they say it's not in the division of cells, but instead a defect with the egg or sperm from the start. God only knows.
Sorry Mary, off topic to Josie again. That's ok, you both are always on my mind equally at this point and I know I will love you both equally. I know it will be differently too but the same amount.
Anyway, no water retention -- least no noticeable swelling anywhere. My ankles are always skinny. No clue why. Hope they don't make me take IV fluids though bc that does make my feet swell, well it did with Josie but then I was going up and down stairs and on my feet like 48 hours straight after she was sent to Shands. I don't think I could be more exhausted even with a crying newborn and a special needs tot to tend to this time. But just praying if I go in to have the baby on a Sunday I have the baby before 7 Tuesday. That was crap. No one else I talk to had to go THAT long. I know it happens, but not to any of my friends -- not that I'd want them to of course, but I always wonder why it happens to be me sometimes.
But then again, I'm blessed. I know!
Hopefully we get things packed and ready soon. The first time we were ready and then had to wait 2 months for Josie to get outta Shands. So I think we have a false sense of time here. Plus I'm thinking if I don't do any prep maybe I won't have to go into labor... but then again, it's guaranteed she's coming sooner or later.
I can't pass TMH without a longing to meet her and just get this thing going. Waiting takes forever.
Oddly -- I am seriously excited to get off my feet and lay in a bed (albeit hospital bed that is too short for my long legs) and have people focus on me for at least a day or so. Take my temperature, ask if I feel ok, etc. I know it'll be all about the baby again as soon as she is born, and that's ok. But just a little mini reprieve from Josie's doctors and appointments and tube feedings and Sesame Street, OT, PT, ST, running around in the car and feeling guilty when I don't do everything. When I'm having the baby surely no one expects any of that, so I can't possibly be guilty. So I'm ready for just sitting in the bed holding a newborn -- even if I have to go through labor to get it and even if nursing ends up hurting. I'm pretty sure my nipple could get ripped off and I'm still just going to be ecstatic my baby has the ability to suck.
lol. I have such incredibly low expectations this time.
On the one hand I think, I bet this baby is gonna walk by 9 months and it's going to be INSANE, and then on the other I half hope she doesn't go too fast bc I'm conditioned to Josie's slow nature. Wondering what her personality will be like too. Jo is so laid back but stubborn but super sweet and affectionate. Mary what will you be like?
I asked Brian if he'd like to document any comments on this blog and he said, he predicts Mary will be a lot more "entergetic" than Josie was. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Yikes I'm 37 weeks. I can't believe it, and I'm not remotely ready yet. Don't get me wrong, I'm ready to hold her, see her, kiss her, not be pregnant anymore -- but have I got the NB clothes out and washed them? Nope. I don't have my car seat yet. Oops. I don't even have any hospital bags packed and Josie's especially needs to be packed.
I'm getting nervous. I keep teetering between really just wanting to get this over with and being afraid because I know after you transition over there's no going back. Before Josie was born my life was normal and full of joy and then she was born and my life literally fell apart. So I keep telling myself it'll be ok. Not going to go through that again. But I have to make a very conscious effort to adjust my mood. I think I'm afraid to let myself bond too. Don't get me wrong, I'm addicted to her but at the same time, I keep thinking, wonder what's going to happen to make the bottom drop out THIS time. I hate feeling like that. Still making that positive effort.
Symptom-wise, I've been having crazy braxton-hicks off and on daily for like 2 weeks now (and prior to that but not as regularly). Sometimes I think they must be real contractions, but I'm not 100%. I'm such a doubtful person, I'm afraid I'm going to keep doubting myself until she's practically here and there will be no way my doula will make it in time. She's an hour away as it is.
Life has been kinda crazy for me lately. Well crazy for all of us. Brian's gone 90% of the day so Josie is missing him terribly and being cranky and poor Brian is going to get burnt out. He job hops, trying to please everyone, goes to school, comes home does his homework and then tries to show me he's still here for me by unloading the dishwasher or something and by then it's 1 am and I'm grouchy anyway and we just go to bed. So for him, its bad. Me, I am getting no socialization and struggling between nesting to sheer exhaustion and giving up because I feel useless against it all anyway. Josie is sweet as can be but her feeding issues are killing me. The retching, screaming, wriggling around while I try to vent her and relieve her while she tries to pull the tube out and kick it out of my hand (while full to the brim of stomach contents) is way too much stress for anyone. It's bad enough to have your child in pain but not to be able to do anything. Then add fear of the button being pulled out and having to deal with all those implications plus just trying to physically wrangle her down and try to soothe her... it's like supermom the engineer who has to manage the medical, mechanical, technical, emotional, physical ramifications plus my back is KILLING me and I'm leaning over her and in weird contortions and honestly, crying, because it's awful to see her like that and to realize that's just how life is now -- it's not normal and I'm all alone doing it for the time being and that's a lot of responsibility. Oh shoot -- this needs to be on Josie's blog. I knew it'd be difficult to figure out what post goes where. Oh well. But yep that's me today in a nutshell.
Mary is very responsive. A shadow makes her kick like crazy. Sound and she kicks like crazy. She jumps when a door slams. I had Josie on my lap tonight and Mary wiggled her way from one side of my stomach to the other where she had room. I thought that was cool. Not that there's much room. I measured 38 weeks at the 37 week appointment and I was only 36 weeks and 6 days!
She's coming. I really honestly think within a week or so. I feel it. But then again it would just figure for me to endure this pregnancy as long as possible and have the baby come during Brian's first exams around the week of the 24th. It's so weird to be on this side of it and not know. Everything is so unknown.
Well this I do know. I am sore as crap. Second pregnancies, at least this one, are hard. I hurt everywhere, not to complain too much but really. And she is getting bigger and bigger -- Dr Fron -- who we ran into at PT today (weird but cool) called she'd be a 7 pounder...whatever that means...I'm thinking 7 lb 10 oz or a little bigger. And kinda long. Honestly I don't care as long as she has a complete roof to her mouth and a working heart. And I really want her to stay with me and not need to visit the NICU. I'd also like (while I'm making this wish list) to not tear or for her to get stuck -- to NOT be induced, or have high blood pressure or a c-section. And praying quite often for everything to just go smoothly without complication and safely for me and her. And for her to be a her and not be an oops it's really a boy! Anyone else ever have that fear?
Anyway dear Mary, I love you. Be safe. Apparently I'm GBS positive so I will need antibiotics, so praying too that will be a non-issue. Dr Fron said yesterday that my pregnancy is "picture perfect" -- he actually said, "Your pregnancy couldn't be more picture-perfect. I'm going to get you to teach a class to my other patients on how to be pregnant."
Ha. Ha.
I know that's bc my weight is right at the recommended average -- 27 lbs so far. My iron is super. I have never been anemic though. I stopped taking my prenatals (bad) about a month ago, so oh well. Not bc I chose to or anything, just haven't remembered or cared to be overly faithful with it. I am more concerned to be getting my fish oil and vit B. I only take the prenatals for the iron generally anyway. I think too much vit A had something to do with Josie -- but then again that's a theory and no one will ever know. And besides they say it's not in the division of cells, but instead a defect with the egg or sperm from the start. God only knows.
Sorry Mary, off topic to Josie again. That's ok, you both are always on my mind equally at this point and I know I will love you both equally. I know it will be differently too but the same amount.
Anyway, no water retention -- least no noticeable swelling anywhere. My ankles are always skinny. No clue why. Hope they don't make me take IV fluids though bc that does make my feet swell, well it did with Josie but then I was going up and down stairs and on my feet like 48 hours straight after she was sent to Shands. I don't think I could be more exhausted even with a crying newborn and a special needs tot to tend to this time. But just praying if I go in to have the baby on a Sunday I have the baby before 7 Tuesday. That was crap. No one else I talk to had to go THAT long. I know it happens, but not to any of my friends -- not that I'd want them to of course, but I always wonder why it happens to be me sometimes.
But then again, I'm blessed. I know!
Hopefully we get things packed and ready soon. The first time we were ready and then had to wait 2 months for Josie to get outta Shands. So I think we have a false sense of time here. Plus I'm thinking if I don't do any prep maybe I won't have to go into labor... but then again, it's guaranteed she's coming sooner or later.
I can't pass TMH without a longing to meet her and just get this thing going. Waiting takes forever.
Oddly -- I am seriously excited to get off my feet and lay in a bed (albeit hospital bed that is too short for my long legs) and have people focus on me for at least a day or so. Take my temperature, ask if I feel ok, etc. I know it'll be all about the baby again as soon as she is born, and that's ok. But just a little mini reprieve from Josie's doctors and appointments and tube feedings and Sesame Street, OT, PT, ST, running around in the car and feeling guilty when I don't do everything. When I'm having the baby surely no one expects any of that, so I can't possibly be guilty. So I'm ready for just sitting in the bed holding a newborn -- even if I have to go through labor to get it and even if nursing ends up hurting. I'm pretty sure my nipple could get ripped off and I'm still just going to be ecstatic my baby has the ability to suck.
lol. I have such incredibly low expectations this time.
On the one hand I think, I bet this baby is gonna walk by 9 months and it's going to be INSANE, and then on the other I half hope she doesn't go too fast bc I'm conditioned to Josie's slow nature. Wondering what her personality will be like too. Jo is so laid back but stubborn but super sweet and affectionate. Mary what will you be like?
I asked Brian if he'd like to document any comments on this blog and he said, he predicts Mary will be a lot more "entergetic" than Josie was. Ha. Ha. Ha.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
On blogs and religion (sort of)
My titles never mean anything.
So I've been thinking how it may be difficult to keep a blog for each girl when so many things may intersect. But then tonight at mass (just thought of this) Father asked us to read each passion story from all of the gospels and compare them... so maybe these can be like the Wilmot Gospels (I say very lightheartedly -- this is no bible story). But hopefully that will not limit our beautiful children to a certain number up front. Brian and I offer our fertility back to God as a gift since it first is a gift from God -- co-creators with Christ for human life!? God is so unfathomably gracious and so many people throw away the gift! That said, I know sanity and frugality will come into great consideration as we try to shape this little family, but Josie has taught me so much and among the greatest things, how precious (and fragile) human life is and how God has all control.
See where we are intersecting already?
Anyway sweet little Mary-girl, today you slept in, not too much wiggling all day, and have woken up this past hour or so. Ob thinks you are head down (although he said that it didn't matter yet so much). But I really thought I felt you flip a couple weeks ago. This morning I thought how glad I was to not be pumping to be able to wear a normal bra for a few months because I plan on breastfeeding you for a long time and really often. Hopefully. And I hope I will not forget that resolution when I am sleep-deprived but still giving you night feeds later on. But right now, those prospects sound incredible. Can't wait.
I can't believe you are only months away from being born. You will be full term on MY birthday! May 18th. How fun!? Mommy will be 25.
I was thinking last night how busy the first 5 years of my 20s have been:
20: engaged to Daddy
21: married to Daddy
22: graduated FSU and conceived your sister Josephine Grace
23: Josie is born!
24: bought a house, conceived you, Mary-girl
25: (probably unless you get here even just a day before full term) meet Mary on the outside!
Busy!?!? But sooo wonderful. Mommy is so incredibly blessed.
Tonight I prayed a very Holy Spirit inspired prayer after communion about you Ms. Mary. I felt an awesome peace and connection with the Father and prayed that you would be very good. I have a lot of faith and hope in that prayer, and lots of faith and hope in you because God is sooooo very good!!!
So I've been thinking how it may be difficult to keep a blog for each girl when so many things may intersect. But then tonight at mass (just thought of this) Father asked us to read each passion story from all of the gospels and compare them... so maybe these can be like the Wilmot Gospels (I say very lightheartedly -- this is no bible story). But hopefully that will not limit our beautiful children to a certain number up front. Brian and I offer our fertility back to God as a gift since it first is a gift from God -- co-creators with Christ for human life!? God is so unfathomably gracious and so many people throw away the gift! That said, I know sanity and frugality will come into great consideration as we try to shape this little family, but Josie has taught me so much and among the greatest things, how precious (and fragile) human life is and how God has all control.
See where we are intersecting already?
Anyway sweet little Mary-girl, today you slept in, not too much wiggling all day, and have woken up this past hour or so. Ob thinks you are head down (although he said that it didn't matter yet so much). But I really thought I felt you flip a couple weeks ago. This morning I thought how glad I was to not be pumping to be able to wear a normal bra for a few months because I plan on breastfeeding you for a long time and really often. Hopefully. And I hope I will not forget that resolution when I am sleep-deprived but still giving you night feeds later on. But right now, those prospects sound incredible. Can't wait.
I can't believe you are only months away from being born. You will be full term on MY birthday! May 18th. How fun!? Mommy will be 25.
I was thinking last night how busy the first 5 years of my 20s have been:
20: engaged to Daddy
21: married to Daddy
22: graduated FSU and conceived your sister Josephine Grace
23: Josie is born!
24: bought a house, conceived you, Mary-girl
25: (probably unless you get here even just a day before full term) meet Mary on the outside!
Busy!?!? But sooo wonderful. Mommy is so incredibly blessed.
Tonight I prayed a very Holy Spirit inspired prayer after communion about you Ms. Mary. I felt an awesome peace and connection with the Father and prayed that you would be very good. I have a lot of faith and hope in that prayer, and lots of faith and hope in you because God is sooooo very good!!!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Welcome little Mary Therese
Today you are 20 weeks gestation and we found out you are a girl. I should have known. The story goes, shortly after we had Josie home from Shands, we were walking on a warm day at Tom Brown toward LHS. I said to Brian something like how grateful we are to Mama Mary for holding me through Josie's roughest beginning months and how I thought the novena to St Therese of Lisseux really helped; our intentions were heard and granted. We would be able to go on with the good hope of healthy babies, DNA wholly intact.
So I mentioned something, that I felt we were definitely going to have a boy next whenever that would be. But if it was a girl, born in May, we should name her after Mama Mary in gratitude for her prayers and St Therese for the middle name for interceding.
Well we started being open to life again as soon my depression began to subside and as I could emotionally handle the idea of being pregnant again. We weren't trying at first but my cycle was incredibly hard to follow and we figured that we would probably just be called crazy for conceiving so soon after bringing into the world such a "difficult" baby. But we didn't conceive. And we were sort of shocked. And a little sad. So the next month we decided to maybe be a little more open and see how it went. No baby again. So we decided we would continue being open and faithful and see where it went fully expecting to conceive shortly.
Six months later (from the start) and after 2 negative pregnancy tests, I didn't even realize I was late. I went to bed thinking, wow I'm a week late and didn't even notice. So the next morning without saying anything (girls who've had the disappointment of a negative pregnancy test will know why), first thing bright and early, I took the test. Minutes later I looked down and there it was. My results: one very dark pink line and one tiny, faint pink line slowly coming to view. We were pregnant.
Brian was getting dressed and I came out with a huge grin. Priceless reaction -- he asked, "What? Did you knock my toothbrush into the sink or something?" Nope and pulling him over to the bed, I told him and he grinned like me and the rest, well its been smooth sailing so to speak. The symptoms a bit heavier than with Josie, mainly a lot of migraines, migraine auras and nausea and of course the lovely round the clock "morning" sickness. But I am thankful for it because it could have been worse, subsided (and traded with the headaches) by the 2nd trimester, and even the migraines are getting milder into just sinus headaches. So I honestly can't complain. And besides, that's supposed to be a sign of a healthy pregnancy -- good hormone levels etc.
Anyway, so how should I have know it would be a girl? Well due June 1, I figured that was my chance to have a boy knowing full well though that second pregnancies usually deliever earlier than late. That would bring a girl in May. Mary Therese like we promised. I couldn't be more pleased.
Today we went for the 20 week ultrasound, Mary dear, and saw your 4 chambered heart, 1 lovely aorta and even all the main arteries that branch off. We got a little scared when it took awhile to find the pulmonary one, but it was there. We checked out your lips on the screen, lovely closeup, and they look smooth and full already. No clefts. And your face looks longer than Josie's but really poetically beautiful. I am going to be in trouble with such beautiful girls. Better get a brother in there soon to watch out for you for me.
Sister whined a little for me while I was getting the ultrasound. But daddy entertained her well with all sorts of distractions. I can't wait for you two to meet. You better always be good to each other, and when I say that I really mean you. I have a feeling things may come naturally and easier for you than your sister (well that and research) and I know I will always be able to trust you to protect and look out for your sister and she will always unconditionally love you. It feels so good to know I am bringing another little girl into the world. I pray for your holiness and a holy reservation and good prudence. I think St Gemma would be a good patron for you, but maybe someone else will make themself known. Who knows, you may have a sister Gemma in some years.
Well my Mary dear, God bless you and have fun in my belly. Labor is not really that fun, but oh how I look forward to meeting you on the outside. No going into shock or complications please. Grow healthy, strong and big. My good girl :)
Love,
Your mama.
So I mentioned something, that I felt we were definitely going to have a boy next whenever that would be. But if it was a girl, born in May, we should name her after Mama Mary in gratitude for her prayers and St Therese for the middle name for interceding.
Well we started being open to life again as soon my depression began to subside and as I could emotionally handle the idea of being pregnant again. We weren't trying at first but my cycle was incredibly hard to follow and we figured that we would probably just be called crazy for conceiving so soon after bringing into the world such a "difficult" baby. But we didn't conceive. And we were sort of shocked. And a little sad. So the next month we decided to maybe be a little more open and see how it went. No baby again. So we decided we would continue being open and faithful and see where it went fully expecting to conceive shortly.
Six months later (from the start) and after 2 negative pregnancy tests, I didn't even realize I was late. I went to bed thinking, wow I'm a week late and didn't even notice. So the next morning without saying anything (girls who've had the disappointment of a negative pregnancy test will know why), first thing bright and early, I took the test. Minutes later I looked down and there it was. My results: one very dark pink line and one tiny, faint pink line slowly coming to view. We were pregnant.
Brian was getting dressed and I came out with a huge grin. Priceless reaction -- he asked, "What? Did you knock my toothbrush into the sink or something?" Nope and pulling him over to the bed, I told him and he grinned like me and the rest, well its been smooth sailing so to speak. The symptoms a bit heavier than with Josie, mainly a lot of migraines, migraine auras and nausea and of course the lovely round the clock "morning" sickness. But I am thankful for it because it could have been worse, subsided (and traded with the headaches) by the 2nd trimester, and even the migraines are getting milder into just sinus headaches. So I honestly can't complain. And besides, that's supposed to be a sign of a healthy pregnancy -- good hormone levels etc.
Anyway, so how should I have know it would be a girl? Well due June 1, I figured that was my chance to have a boy knowing full well though that second pregnancies usually deliever earlier than late. That would bring a girl in May. Mary Therese like we promised. I couldn't be more pleased.
Today we went for the 20 week ultrasound, Mary dear, and saw your 4 chambered heart, 1 lovely aorta and even all the main arteries that branch off. We got a little scared when it took awhile to find the pulmonary one, but it was there. We checked out your lips on the screen, lovely closeup, and they look smooth and full already. No clefts. And your face looks longer than Josie's but really poetically beautiful. I am going to be in trouble with such beautiful girls. Better get a brother in there soon to watch out for you for me.
Sister whined a little for me while I was getting the ultrasound. But daddy entertained her well with all sorts of distractions. I can't wait for you two to meet. You better always be good to each other, and when I say that I really mean you. I have a feeling things may come naturally and easier for you than your sister (well that and research) and I know I will always be able to trust you to protect and look out for your sister and she will always unconditionally love you. It feels so good to know I am bringing another little girl into the world. I pray for your holiness and a holy reservation and good prudence. I think St Gemma would be a good patron for you, but maybe someone else will make themself known. Who knows, you may have a sister Gemma in some years.
Well my Mary dear, God bless you and have fun in my belly. Labor is not really that fun, but oh how I look forward to meeting you on the outside. No going into shock or complications please. Grow healthy, strong and big. My good girl :)
Love,
Your mama.
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