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One Month

Weight: 9 lbs, 14 oz (63%)

Height: 21.75” (65%)

Head Circumference: 15” (67%)

Likes: snuggling, snoozing, snarfling, milk, pooping, bright lights, being a burrito, puking on Kevin, evening walks around the house.

Dislikes: getting dressed, getting undressed, being stationary between 5 and 11 pm.

Skills: smiling (maybe), sleeping for five hours in a row in her crib like a grown up baby, eating fingers, staring at things.

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One Month

At one month old, Eliza is the coolest baby ever.  It feels like she’s always been here, and also like no time at all has passed since she was born.  We already miss how teeny tiny she was at first, and how she was all curled up in a ball all the time.  I spent a lot of time this month with her nestled on my chest, all curled up and snoozing, rather than catching shut eye myself – and I think it was a good call.  

We got a ton of comments about how laid back and easy Eliza was, how lucky we are – and while that still may be true, she definitely has her share of fussy hours in the evening now.  Doesn’t want to be put down, doesn’t want to sit still.  It’s a damn good thing I married a man who is able to stay up late, because I’m ready to pass out at 8 pm and that’s just when Eliza wants to run around.  Once she is ready for bed, though, she’s been sleeping a little longer every night – sometimes 5 hours at a stretch before she needs a snack.  She seems to be super snoozy from around midnight till 10 am or so, just needing food and a diaper change a few times between those hours.  

Then it’s eyes open and time to look around!  At just a month, she can’t do too much else yet – she’s working on getting all those muscles stronger and under control, but in the mean time she likes to look around.  Bright lights and faces are some of her faves.  She does have better coordination of her hands than I expected – she’s been able to get them into her mouth fairly easily since day one.

She is getting too big for her newborn clothes, but still looks tiny when she wears 0 – 3 month.  She wears size 1 diapers now, though we are transitioning to cloth now that they are starting to fit.  Kevin surprised me by saying he prefers the cloth – though I do too.  I just figured he’d like the ease of tossing the disposables, but he thinks (and I agree) that Eliza stays a bit cleaner and less rashy with the cloth, and that they are just as easy to use.  

Stats from Eliza’s one month check up:

Weight: 9 lbs, 14 oz (63%)

Length: 21.75” (65%)

Head Circumference: 15” (67%)

Stuff we call her:  Eliza Bear, Little Bear, Bear.  Chompy Bear.  Cranky Pants.  Snarfly Bear.  Turkey (though she’s outgrowing this one, since she doesn’t hold her arms up the same way anymore).  Baby Pants.  Hungry Alligator.  Burrito. 

Stuff I want to remember:  the way she attacks a bottle when she is hungry by shaking her head back and forth and chomping at it, with her eyes all big.  All the crazy faces she makes in quick succession, even when she’s sleeping.  How cute it is when sticks her tongue out all the time.  How snuggly she is – she’ll pass out for hours on your chest.  

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Eliza May

Eliza was born on October 14th, 2011 at 3:41 pm.  7 lbs, 6.6 oz.  19.5” long.  Originally purple but pinked up quite nicely.  Lots of indignant yelping upon exit of her original abode.  

Y’all, that was cool.  This whole pregnancy, I’d been saying I wasn’t that worried or focused on the whole labor/baby arrival part – I’ve been much more anxious about what happens after.  Mostly, I meant that I knew one way or another, I’d end up with a baby, whether she came out the front door or the sunroof.  It would take no more than 48 hours, it would probably hurt quite a bit, and I’d probably be distracted enough at the end that it wouldn’t really matter.  And that ended up being totally true, but I didn’t anticipate how neat it would all be.

I went into labor while I was cooking dinner with the grandparents to be on Thursday Oct. , after having my membranes swept at my appointment earlier that afternoon.  Basically I was having regular contractions that were getting slowly more intense (just like they said it would be!  hah.).  At some point during dinner, my dad noticed me wincing and gripping the edge of the table every now and again, and called me out for being in labor.  I said that we would see, as I was still relatively convinced the contractions would stop or slow down.  I didn’t start timing them until several hours later, after Kevin got home from soccer and everyone but my mother-in-law had gone home for the night.  The contractions were about 4 minutes apart and a minute long, but weren’t speeding up or getting notably more intense.  We ended up calling my doctor to see what he’d like us to do, figuring he’d say wait a while and come in eventually.  But no, he wasn’t that busy and was already at the hospital (I think he lives there), so he said come now and get checked.  So off we went, at about 11 pm 11/13…

Got put in a limbo room and all hooked up and checked, and I think I was at ~1 – 2 cm (i.e. not much further than I had been at my appointment earlier that day), which was disappointing.  So we started walking…  45 minutes out of each hour, round and round the L&D wing.  After 2 or 3 hours, though I hadn’t gotten past 3 cm, they went ahead and admitted me and we moved to a birthing suite.  I spent the next million hours walking, bouncing on a ball, and getting progressively more tired.  My contractions still weren’t really ramping up that much, and it turned out my cervix wasn’t really doing too much either – when they checked me around 6 am, I was still at 3 cm.  So they decided to break my water – that happened around 7:30 am, and I think I made it through TWO (2!) contractions post-water before I was BEGGING for an epidural.  It was in place shortly thereafter, and I commenced sitting still.  The epidural really was nice, though I didn’t want it (why take the risk if you can make it without it?  but I was WAY too tired at that point) – I certainly didn’t like not being able to feel my legs and having to sit still, but I couldn’t feel my contractions at all.  I should have slept but I didn’t really.  

Probably because that was when we had the singular bad nurse of the whole experience – stinky old lady nurse, wearing old lady perfume, and not answering my questions (“because that’s the way we do it” is not a sufficient answer, dude).  She was also technology averse.  We got along fabulously.  Also, after my epidural got placed, my contractions went all wonky and irregular, so they hooked me up to pitocin.  Which didn’t seem to help, but whatevs… I couldn’t feel anything.  If you’re keeping track, that’s two things I really wanted to avoid that I ended up not caring about at all (epidural and pitocin).  Also during this time, I started having wonderful puking sessions.  I HATE puking in front of people, and in fact had managed not to do it in my memory.  So that was great.  

Fortunately the shift changed at 12:30, and my new nurse Jenny was FANTASTIC.  She finally checked me for the first time since my epidural got placed, around 3:00 pm – I swear I thought she was going to say I hadn’t progressed, because my contractions looked deranged and irregular and weak on the monitor, but nope – I was at 10 cm, ready to go.  Turns out all the puking was transition, heh.  

So then I decided I didn’t care if my mom and MIL stayed in the room, as long as they basically stayed up north.  Also, Carolyn got recruited to hold a leg, for which I  be forever grateful, because that was pretty much above and beyond the call of duty.  Oh, you’re going out of town in a hour?  Thanks for visiting and could you just hold my leg and try not to be grossed out for a while?  Thaaanks.  So that’s a big 3 for 3 on eating my words.  I only stuck to my guns on no dudes except Kevin – though I think dad and FIL didn’t want to be in there anyhow 🙂

So la di da, pushed for a while, and eventually the baby started to make an appearance (and the doctor came in).  I couldn’t feel anything, of course, except some weird pressure, but everyone poked the head and said it was cool.  I mostly thought it was weird.  Eventually, after her head was out and her shoulders, the doc told me to reach down and pull her out.  I was like, what?  No, that’s your job!  But I did it anyways… I really almost declined, but man I’m glad I didn’t.  That was so cool – I pulled her out and up onto my chest and biology went all crazytown and I totally got that wave of happy maternal emotions that I had cynically thought was bullshit.  I’m all crying and happy and I have this gooey human on my chest that I just pulled out of my brewster – WEIRDEST experience of my life.  But AWESOME.  

The medical folks took her and cleaned her up and did some tests (she passed them all, obviously, because she is an overachiever) and then gave her back.  Everyone was excited and happy and lots of pictures and videos were taken, and we all lived happily ever after, until Eliza mauled my boobs.

The End.

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